Can't stop now, this is bear country...
So I am going to visit chash tomorrow. Which is exciting! The eleven hour airplane/airport hobo-ing is less exciting. I will have various reading material and my sketchbook but I think times like these are the best ones to encourage drabble memes whilst I sit in a tiny reclining chair cage with only airline peanuts and half a soda to console me
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I'll Make You Mine
When Makio told Kazu that he should go back to school and finish his education he thought he was joking at first.
"Aniki, come on! What do I need that sh--stuff for anyway?"
Makio just gave him a grunt and reaffirmed that school changed stuff about you. Not just in the learning numbers and words part. Relevant stuff. Like how to construct a hang glider in order to get the coveted pudding without resorting to underhanded tactics like stealing it. The last part was mentioned with a hard glance, at which Kazu swallowed and readily agreed.
It wasn't easy. In fact he wondered how even his marvelous and strong Aniki could manage the sideways looks and the spoiled kids acting like they were better than him for so long. At least, before he won them over with his phenomenal boss charisma. It was only his promise to Makio that kept him from doing something that would make the school expel him on the first day when the local school bully decided he looked like an easy target with his sewing kit sticking out of his school satchel.
When the bully threw the first punch and Kazu, swallowing his pride, had to take it he thought about a lot of things. One, that getting punched in the face better not make him lose any damn braincells since Aniki wanted him to use those. Two, that he could easily take a twist step and hit the punk in the solar plexus to make the little brat sorry he ever insulted cross-stitching. Third, that somehow Aniki would want to come to his rescue the way he had tried to do when he went through the same thing.
The only difference was in the end it wasn't Sakaki Makio who stopped them. At least it wasn't the voice of his beloved Boss and older brother figure that called out when he found himself surrounded.
"...yo!"
"What's that?" the leader sneered, turning around. "Get out of here unless you want to taste the same!"
"Ah, I wouldn't do that. You see, I am the Tornado Makio. The guy who beat up twelve yakuza in front of St. Agnes. I'm sure you heard about it."
Kazu's ears were ringing from the blow, but he knew that sure as hell wasn't Makio. He managed to pick himself up, ready to throw caution to the wind and beat whoever was stupid enough to defile Makio's identity while he was there to stop him when he realized...it really was one of the Kanto Sharp Fang speaking on his behalf.
Sakaki Mikio.
Kazu, his righteous fury suddenly disappearing into slack-jawed consernation, remained silent.
"Tch, no way are you that guy. You're so..." the lead thug had the same look of confusion Kazu had, only his stumbling of words seemed to have the added bonus of his complete lack of intelligence.
"You wouldn't think," Mikio said, and left it open ended as a jibe. "But if you want to test me, come on."
"What's it matter to you anyway?" the slightly smarter bully jumped in. "He's just some gutter trash."
"Ah, you see," Mikio winked at Kazu. It was stranger than anything else he had seen so far. "He's the guy who tutored me while I was in school. No connections, but I swore an oath I'd keep his brain out of ruffians like you."
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