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Who: Gamma, TYB!Yamamoto Takeshi [Will eventually be opened for intervention, of the TYL sort.]
What: Brawl based on a Bet. (Aka. Gamma is baiting TYL!Moto, by making terms TYB! can't refuse to meet.)
Where: The Fountain.
When: 2pm.

Comments

1/2. massive tl;dr sorry dlksflsdf MY OTHER TAGS WILL BE SHORTER SOB

[sereins]

There were few things in Yamamoto's life that had ever managed to phase him

2/2.

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So that's maybe why he didn't say anything at all. He was silent as he stood there, jacket off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he tapped the fingers of his hand against the fabric of his pants. He didn't need to say anything, because this wasn't about words. This was about what Gamma had wanted from the very fucking second he'd started this fight with his younger self. This was about what he needed to do, and he was going to do it, and he wasn't going to hesitate, and he wasn't going to apologize at all

It's all you guys now, he'll be watching.

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Gamma got what he'd wanted, huh

*rolls up sleeves*

[blackfoxed]

He'd been waiting. From the moment the sea bird had left, because it wasn't out of the question that it had gone to get help. Forte had surprised him but there was no reason to think that even if another familiar couldn't speak with its master that it didn't have the same amount of intelligence, and maybe it was special circumstances, anyway, with the two of them being the same person

:|

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Yamamoto said nothing.

He actually didn't even stop to listen. In the time it took for Gamma to speak at all, Yamamoto had already drawn his box weapon and released the small bird to, once again, distract the Volpi. They weren't his main concern, and the fact that Gamma never seemed to be without them might have annoyed him slightly; Yamamoto wasn't there to fight a few foxes, after all. He was there to fight him.

And, yeah, Gamma was going to get what he wanted for once this time, because Yamamoto couldn't quite help himself. Gamma was still talking, and Yamamoto was moving forward, now, drawing the tip of his blade along the concrete as he shifted closer without hesitation and without pause. He wasn't so stupid that he thought that this fight would end easily, of course. Gamma was still a Millefiore, and every single member of the Millefiore had always been particularly dangerous

[blackfoxed]

Oh, now.

Gamma wasn't stupid enough to let an enemy just walk right up to him, but the charge caught him off-guard, because he'd never seen Yamamoto lose his temper, and he'd never seen a Rain box weapon so powered by rage that it was able to slow the Volpi--which was exactly what this one did. His shield was in the wrong place to block that hilt, expecting the blade, and oh, fuck Yamamoto was an absolute bastard.

It hurt and it hurt and it hurt and his teeth were clenched when he punched open his box weapon, the full set of charged billiard balls hovering in the air around him and moved by will alone, rather than being propelled by the pool cue he didn't have anymore. More draining to fight like this, to control each individual weapon but he'd have to, backpedaling away from Yamamoto and sending the balls streaking at him. The Volpi snapped and snarled against the swallow's tranquility attribute until Gamma simply recalled them. He'd need the flame.

TIMESKIP, AWAY.

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It had been slightly harder than he'd been expecting.

But then that might have been because Yamamoto hadn't really been expecting shit. He hadn't been thinking at all, really; this had been about something else entirely, something that had nothing to do with expectations or preparation. It didn't matter in the end, though, because he still got what he had wanted, kind of like how Gamma had gotten what he wanted. Finally. But it had still taken him a considerable amount of time to get Gamma in the position that he was in now

LET'S DO THE TIMEWARP AGAAINNN

[blackfoxed]

Under the circumstances, Gamma couldn't really say if that had worked out as planned. Especially since his plan hadn't included anything after Yamamoto showing up. This sort of thing should be left up to fate. It was the only justification he was ever going to get. If he won, it would be because he'd been right, and because he'd been fighting for the right thing. If he lost... well. Maybe that would serve some purpose too, even if it wasn't death directly in Uni's service. Maybe it was too selfish of him to hope for that

AYYYYyy all right. sorry this took so long.

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How nice. That meant Yamamoto didn't have to wake him up.

His fingers tightened once more in the fabric of Gamma's shirt as he hoisted him up, supporting the majority of his weight with one arm as he kept his eyes focused down on his face. The adrenaline before had been the only thing that had really propelled him forward, but he was getting tired, now. Almost drowsy, really, and though the air was surprisingly cold around them, it wasn't doing much at keeping his senses alert and at the ready.

Maybe he was just tired of all of this, or maybe he just didn't care enough anymore to really draw these sorts of situations out. It always came back to this, after all. It always came back to this point, and someone else would die, and it was never him, and this was the way the pattern went. Yamamoto had it memorized by now.

It still didn't make it any easier.

( He had thought it would with age, but it didn't, it was still fucking hard and stupid and impossible and everything about this was impossibleHe breathed, once, twice, and then he

sorry aoeuhfuahf

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It was funny that it felt like chewing on gravel, to talk. His jaw ached from being held too tight, his lips were too puffy, his tongue still was sore from biting it. His skin pulled oddly, and the entire affair felt more like puttering than speaking. Even if it was only a word--

"Don't--Whatever Gamma had said, or wanted him to see. Haa... this wasn't a part of it. Maybe this guy was a killer, maybe this guy was him. Maybe there were some things worth killing for, maybe he already knew what those things were

tl;drs

[blackfoxed]

It figured, after everything he'd done to set this up. Just one word from a child, the usual Vongola nonsense about no more violence, no one wins, and the true self that he'd been waiting to see in Yamamoto wavered. The killer hesitated

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Yamamoto should have killed him.

It was stupid that he had paused, and because he had, Gamma was still alive and now he couldn't do shit. Yamamoto pulled away the second their familiars transformed, and the katana tightened briefly in his hands as he backed up across the pavement, black shoes scraping along as he went. Should have killed him. Should have fucking killed him, but he hadn't, and he'd goddamn regret this later, he knew. He could feel it

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The boy fell against his elder in a dead slump, none of the weight on his feet, once his arms were released. A groan of relief accompanied the feeling of his arms being allowed to drop, of no longer having to hold his full body. Yamamoto was in a state of seeing, without gripping.

He saw the familiars, now large, snarling animals, he saw Gamma, down and bloody, he saw the hole in the ground that hadn't been there. And he wasn't connecting any of the dots. His eyes were glossed over, and fell in and out of a hazy focus, or maybe that was just blinking. Too far gone to know, or to feel any shame at the sake of having to be carried like this, he just fell into as comfortable a slump as he could...

And passed out. 'Over' meant he could release himself, there was nothing else to watch, to make sure of. Maybe it had been willpower keeping him even vaguely alert, maybe it was just timing, but.

It would be a while before he came to again, either way.