☂second inning 『action.』

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[ Yamamoto is idly standing next to the fountain, clearly not taking any past given advice from anyone (or rather, he hasn't been listening to anyone) as he allows his fully-grown wings to expand. his wings are now a lighter shade of blue rather than the original raven-blue, a few feathers falling to the ground as he stretched them. miniature waves

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[rossovento]

[ with Yamamoto notably possessed (it's been nearly a week since it happened, and Gokudera's not stupid. He noticed his housemate as soon as it happened), Gokudera's been trying to keep tabs on him due to the recent murders. Today, he lost track for a bit, but finally found Yamamoto again.

Outside.

B|. ]

You dumbass! I told you not to leave the house!

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[ Yamamoto blinked- twice- before turning on his heel to face Gokudera fully, his expression being a blank one. tilting his head and turning his gaze to the sky, a bit of a sigh slipped past his mouth. ]

It's boring.

[rossovento]

I don't give a damn if it's 'boring'! You're going to get killed.

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I'm unhurt, obviously. What are you doing here again?

[rossovento]

Making sure you don't die, dumbass!

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Oh, so have I stopped breathing?

[rossovento]

Stop being an asshole! People like you've been getting killed!

[sempre_ridere]

So they have been. And?

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If I let you die, I'd be failing the Tenth! I'm his right-hand man, so I have to take care of you in his stead!

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I've pretty much surpassed you in everything we've ever competed in; I think I can handle myself.

[rossovento]

[ and Gokudera's mouth gapes for a few seconds. Did Yamamoto really just say that?

So Gokudera drives his already clenched fist into the side of Yamamoto's face ]

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[ Yamamoto, surprisingly, takes the hit, his gaze going towards the floor before bringing them back up and locking on to Gokudera's own-- a flash of rage building up behind them. he spits, saliva tinted a reddish tone indicating that Gokudera had broken skin inside his mouth.

he's shaking-- but he doesn't move for a minute, his head tilting to the side finally after a smirk breaks across his face. he's teasing him now; using his normal ..."non-possessed" voice, though it's thickly laced with a mocking tone. ]

Ahaha.. what'd you do that for? Gokudera?

You know it's true.

[rossovento]

[ Yeah. He did know it was true. He knew Yamamoto was faster, stronger, better built and had more stamina.

and that's why it made him so mad.

A growl escapes from the back of his throat, and Gokudera lunges at the other ]

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[ he quickly sidesteps, using his athleticism to his advantage as he avoids the jealousy-riddled boy. he doesn't even lift a finger, his eyes unreadable as he simply stared at the other body, not taking long before--

Gokudera will probably find himself short of breath in a minute here; lightheaded and faint as well. the Storm Guardian won't be able to feel his own heartbeat, either, as Yamamoto is stopping his blood flow. he took a few steps back before his heel hit the side of the fountain, taking a seat at the edge casually, the smirk disappearing as he went back into an emotionless daze. ]

[rossovento]

[ Gokudera, truthfully, had no idea what the fuck was going on. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. Everything was numb. He could barely even think. Was he dying? Was Yamamoto killing him?

He tried to say something, anything, but all that came out of his slightly open mouth was a choked whimper. ]

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[ Yamamoto seemed unaware of what was happening, though his eyes never left the others and his wings were glowing a considerably saturated shade of blue. he continued to let this go by for a minute-- two minutes-- maybe even dwelling dangerously close to 3 minutes, but he wasn't out to kill Gokudera.

no, Gokudera's body could only last approximately 4-5 minutes before the brain died. releasing Gokudera from the attack, Yamamoto didn't speak-- didn't say a word. instead, he folded his legs over each other, staring down at his feet. ]