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[Nightmare]

Oct 29, 2008 17:18

Who: Yamamoto and Gokudera
What: When nightmares clash...
When: Nownownow
Where: Oh. Somewhere. I dunno. Park? Outside, anyway.

( Okay, this game is getting dangerous... )

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mafiaissrsbsns October 29 2008, 21:25:33 UTC

Gokdera ran, too. Goals clear in his mind, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth...

The Tenth, who was not okay in their own world; in the future, you fail. In the future, that baseball idiot is wearing the sickest excuse for a smile when he tells it to you. The Tenth has been murde--; who might not be okay here, and fuck, why wasn't he fast enough? He'd sworn to protect him, to give everything, so why was it all circles, and dead ends, and crippled spirits with long, dark hair, and black, black grins, and twisted faces, reaching--

Don't you fucking touch me! Get away!

And more recently, the sister he hadn't been able to remember was around the corner, looking sincere as she held out a plate-- gruel, purple, stench-ridden, worms and eyeballs, almost comical, 'here, here, eat this, Hayato--'

And his stomach was...

What the HELL was going on.

He'd doubled back, fled the other way, long since out of breath now, and it was only the adrenaline that kept him--

"--Yamamoto?"

Stop.

bestgameever October 29 2008, 21:44:39 UTC

Yamamoto almost ran past -- they were still there, still there, gaining on him, he couldn't lose, but--

"Haha?" He managed to crack a smile for not even a second, and his laugh ringed hollow even in his own ears. "Hayato?"

He remembers the sword at his side, left arm; his right was hanging uselessly, and when they passed, he slashed at them, but they kept coming, and he faced a different opponent.

A better one.

He felt something flutter, a hope born of desperation. Someone he could beat. (Unkind, but he pushed that thought away--)

When he spun to face Gokudera, his right arm worked, but he didn't notice, slipping into a fighting stance.

"Hayato. Fight me."

--And he could win this one.

mafiaissrsbsns October 29 2008, 21:52:59 UTC

Everyone's on fucking steroids today, pumped beyond reason, and for once, nervous and grasping and searching and shit I have to make it in time, Hayato really isn't all that interested in pissing contests and bravado. Pride is being gnawed at from beneath him, making his stomach wrench (or is that just the poison cooking?), and he couldn't care less what YOU think of him, it's the Tenth he can't fail, it's the Tenth he can't let down, have got to find--

But Yamamoto's the better right-hand. Ranking Fuuta said so, isn't that right, you stupid punk? Che, maybe you're just running away because you can't-"Shut UP!" Finally his admonishments made it out loud, one hand going up to grip at his head briefly. Something laughs, and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard, and he's not sure where it's coming from, or if that had just been Yamamoto's laugh ( ... )

bestgameever October 29 2008, 22:28:12 UTC

"Not right now." For a second -- maybe less -- Yamamoto hesitates, and knows he should help.

But why? Why bother.

Well. There was that memory, and that fall, and Tsuna saved him; and he owed him that, "Useless Tsuna" who suddenly became amazing.

But that was his debt, and he'd be capable of saving Tsuna himself, anyway.

If he beat Gokudera, it meant he didn't need him, right?

Right?

Of course he was. Of course; and like hell if he believed it himself, but he didn't quite want to think about the alternatives, and advanced a step to emphasize his point, angling the sword across his body--

He remembered what to do with it, so very well.

"Gokudera." No "Haha Hayato" this time, and he almost said it after all, knew that if he did, all the tension would be broken, and they could look for Tsuna together.

But there could only be one winner.

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