Who: AU!Sanae Hanekoma
lovemesomebeans and AU!Sho Minamimoto
what_the_factorWhen: Some generic time in November. Winter is beginning. Perfect time for some coffee.
Rating: UH. R, just in case, because Sho is crazy
Warnings: Crazy Sho is very crazy. Except vulgar language, maybe gore, maybe sexually explicit content.
Summary: Based situationally if Sho and Hanekoma met(again) in
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As was Sanae's typical style, he'd come in to claim his post late. Teaching art would be something that would expand his own horizons, and if he were to keep up with his own motto, maybe it was a good idea. Even if CAT was anonymity personified, he was the man behind the mask, and that made him the driving force. Slipping into the art room, his arms loaded with blueprint plans and canvases, he was a bit surprised to find a student in the room. Hanekoma was perceptive- someone who was an expert at people. There were two things he knew instantly, and it made his stomach sink.
This was the boy who Neku had told him about. And it was Sho Minamimoto: A child's face he hadn't seen in years. Putting his things on his desk, the barista turned to watch the strange sculpture that was twisting into being.
"You got it, kid. That's pretty good. What is it?"
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Shit. He was not expecting to see Mr. H again. He had worked so hard to avoid the Wildkat, worked so hard not to see him. Sho knew that if anyone would be genuinely disappointed in the things he had done, it would be Mr. H and he didn't want to live with that guilt. And now here he was, watching him make--dammit, of all things--a sculpture that would represent Yoshiya, in his own twisted and morbid style.
Hoping that Mr. H hadn't already recognized him, he decided to go with the way of pretending not to know him. "What do you want, old man?" Sho asked, frowning.
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"Huh. I'm yer new art instructor. Mr. Sanae Hanekoma." He said his own name clearly, as though hoping to jumpstart the disgruntled teenager's memory. Maybe he just didn't remember him. That was fair to assume as well.
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The scene was somewhat similar. When Sho had first met Hanekoma, he had rudely asked what he wanted, and the tried to ignore him by returning to his math homework, writing quickly so the shaking in his nervous hands was less noticable.
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"Heeey, ain't you that Sho kid? The one that used to come around my cafe?" He decided to try this approach instead.
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Dammit, why was he so easy to figure out for the both of them?
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"Well, we'll be seein' a lot of each other. Wanna introduce yourself?" The barista shifted, leaning against the wall as he eyed the sculpture.
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Factor this, looks like he was screwed either way.
"Sho Minamimoto," he mumbled, refusing to look at Hanekoma. Instead, he grabbed some steel wool and started polishing spots of the metal scuplture before he added more to it.
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"Hey. You know, you're pretty good."
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"What are you doing here?" he asked. This was one of the last places Sho had expected to see Hanekoma. Meeting again like this would have been more logical if they were in Japan.
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He smirked and shrugged.
"Mind if I watch you work?" He was more than just curious about the art- he wanted to know more about what was up with this kid.
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"Do whatever you want Pops. You'll want these if you stay."
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He took the noise-cancelers in a non=chalant manner and turned them over in his hands. Mr. H. wasn't about to put them on just yet. He planned on pumping him some more.
"You sure got tall, kid. I remember when you were just a little scrawny thing." He started.
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Sho pulled the Black Uranus pin out of his pocket, and started melting plastic to the back of the it stick the pin to the head of the sculpture.
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Something had happened to Sho. He just didn't know what. He seemed to have gained a backbone somewhere along the road... Mr. Hanekoma moved from where he was standing and slowly edged to the other side of the statue so he could look at it, could see the strange, haunting figure gain a single violet eye. He didn't say anything about the pin. It was a rare one, but Sho didn't seem to mind using it for this.
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Sho turned the sculpture and melted some plastic around the head of it, setting the blowtorch nearby so the heat would keep the plastic from hardening completely as he took the roll of wire and started cutting it into pieces. He started at the back of the head, curling the wires a bit and then sticking them in the melted plastic.
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