INCOMPLETE.
Who: Yamamoto Takeshi, Gamma.
What: LOL YAMAMOTO GETS PISSY WHEN YOU START THREATENING HIS BITCHES. :| *spams up the logs community*
Where: Somewhere.
When: Backlogged to before the third stage of the event, directly after this.
( So reckless, so thoughtless, so careless, and I could care less. )
What: LOL YAMAMOTO GETS PISSY WHEN YOU START THREATENING HIS BITCHES. :| *spams up the logs community*
Where: Somewhere.
When: Backlogged to before the third stage of the event, directly after this.
( So reckless, so thoughtless, so careless, and I could care less. )
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What priorities were there, without Uni. Without any goddamn purpose at all and the pack of brats that should have been after his head playing so nicely, no mention of the war, no mention of the crimes between them.
That silence infuriated him. That dismissal or denial or whatever it was, that they all seemed to be able to go on with their lives pretending nothing was wrong. Yamamoto's mercy did more than infuriate him, and he'd repay the favor someday with a dead Rain Guardian dumped in Sawada Tsunayoshi's lap if he could. This was not going to go away.
He didn't miss the little hints of movement and resettled his weight, calm and ready and not calm at all underneath. No aerial bullshit today, not unless he needed it.
"Do you need an invitation, Vongola?"
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And that was it.
Yamamoto moved forward within that next second, not pausing to blink or breathe or think or do anything except move, and maybe if Gamma had been paying a bit more attention, he'd have noticed that he hadn't brought his katana at all. His back was bare, save for the black jacket that covered it, and he was essentially weaponless and defenseless, but he didn't need a weapon to do what he wanted to do ( ... )
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Not expecting that. Not expecting hand to hand, that wasn't Yamamoto's specialty, and what kind of idiot charged in blindly without even activating his box weapon--
The successful kind, apparently, and Gamma had no one to blame but himself as the back of his head cracked against the ground, shattering concentration and dispersing the Lightning flame he'd ignited too late. He wasn't a close range fighter himself. Wasn't used to doing this down on the ground.
He glared up at the other Guardian, eyes narrowing at the grip on his hair. The smirk hadn't entirely left his lips but there was no amusement in it.
"You sound like you were hoping to teach me something."
Maybe about the element of surprise. And those noises on either side of Yamamoto were the low growls of the Nero Volpi, slinking into view from where they'd been hidden ten minutes prior to Yamamoto's arrival.
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