G/Asari
Title: Ways to show you care
Author: The one and only me.
Rating: PG-13 for a few swear words, a bit of fighting
Characters: Asari Ugetsu, G, Giotto, Alaude
Summary: G and Asari interact. Chaos erupts.
They raced through the countryside, Asari’s robes flapping behind him in the wind.
“Your clothes are annoying,” G yelled over the rush of wind in their ears. “Can’t you just wear normal pants like everyone else?”
The Rain Guardian laughed. “Ah, but I’m more used to these clothes. Anyway, your Italian clothes are very... constricting.”
G just eyed the flapping articles with disbelief. “And what, you’re telling me you fight better in these oversized dresses?”
“Actually, yes. Sword fighting requires freedom of movement, something that is not available in your type of clothing.”
G opened his mouth to retort, but instead his mouth just hung open in amazement as Asari’s horse suddenly screamed and reared. The Japanese man tumbled off his horse, head over heels, crashing ungracefully into the earth.
There was blood on his blue-and-white robes. For one God-awful moment G was sure the man had been shot, that stupid dress-wearing sword-wielding idiot had been shot, but then Asari yelled “Run, G!” and it was obvious that he wasn’t hurt as he pulled out his sword.
It was then that G saw the giant bloodstain in the side of Asari’s horse, as well as the men emerging from the woods on both sides, shouting and brandishing swords and no doubt regretting they missed their target. As if on cue, something whizzed past his ear and his horse screamed in fear.
“Down, girl,” he tried to soothe his horse before it threw him off. A human scream made him look up. Asari was slicing down his opponents like wheat, a distasteful look on his face. The man had never liked killing, but the guns in the hands of his assailants left no doubt as to their intentions.
“G, G!”
The bow and arrow were in his hands almost instantly, and he nocked an arrow and let it fly at a man who was aiming a gun at the swordsman. It hit him squarely in the chest. The man went down flailing, blood gushing from his mouth.
“G, go! Go!”
He had already let another three arrows fly before the words sank into his head. “What!” he bellowed, adrenaline running through his veins. “What are you planning, stupid idiot?”
The blades -more than one, G realized- glinted in Asari’s hands. “The report,” he yelled back, slitting someone’s neck. The bright red blood gushed all over him, and holy hell, G couldn’t even tell whether Asari was injured or not. “Get the report to Giotto!”
“Are you stupid? You can’t hold them off yourself!”
Asari brandished his swords, blood flying through the air. “I’m going to use one of my techniques! Do you want to die? Run!”
Despite all his senses telling- hell, screaming was more like it- him not to, G spurred his horse and raced through the melee, hoping no-one would shoot his horse. Asari, for all his calmness and idiocy, was no novice when it came to fighting, and G had scars from previous occasions when he refused to take the man’s advice to flee in advance. Just because he could, however, he took a few shots at anyone who stepped in his path.
He broke through, trampling someone underfoot in the process, and just in time. The hairs rose on the back of his neck and the clothes on his back grew damp with moisture as the air crackled with energy, and he smiled just slightly.
G didn’t look back as the screams escalated and water sloshed around the hooves of his horse, choosing to race onward. To Giotto. To his Family.
When he entered the Rain Guardian’s chambers that night, the man was dressed in yet another one of his unending sets of robes, sipping something in a cup. Either tea or alcohol- G had never been sure. Around Asari it was hard to be sure of anything at all.
Only a small cut on his cheek gave any indication of the afternoon’s battle. He had appeared at the Vongola mansion, grinning sheepishly, about two hours after G had sped off. Giotto had lambasted him for that one- “How could you leave him? Even if he said so himself!” and spent the next few brooding over the unwanted effects of forming the Vongola.
But in the end everything had worked out. It always had, when he and Asari were together. The idiot annoyed him to no end- but he could be trusted without a doubt.
“G.” The man smiled calmly and gestured to the floor next to him. “Join me?”
G snorted. “As if. Giotto sent me to check on you.”
“Aha, I’m perfectly fine. How about you?”
“Better than you, idiot.” He leaned against the door and watched the man sip his drink again. “What are you drinking?”
Asari’s polite, friendly smile was so infuriating, G had to physically restrain himself from wiping it off his face with a fist. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Ah, Asari, G.” Giotto appeared at the door, smiling. “I’m glad to see the both of you here.”
Asari looked surprised. “But Giotto, I thought you told G to find-” He ducked to avoid the book that went flying at his head.
“G!” Giotto looked shocked. “What was that for?”
“He’s annoying,” G snapped back. “There doesn’t need to be a better excuse than that.”
“G,” Giotto looked stern, “Be polite. We should all get along. We’re family, remember.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.”
The head of the Vongola family could only roll his eyes at his childhood friend. “Geez. Oh, Asari, what were you saying?”
“I was saying that I thought you sent G to-”
This time, he ducked to avoid the small statue that Giotto had given Asari as a gift.
“G!”
“What!”
“Ahaha, G is so energetic. Why don’t you drink with me?”
“Sorry,” Giotto waved his hand, “I’ve got work. G, why don’t you sit with Asari, have a drink and apologize?”
“Like he needs an apology,” the red-haired man muttered. Giotto just gave him a look before walking off in exasperation, muttering something under his breath.
“So,” G looked up to find Asari beaming and brandishing a small tea cup at him. “You want a drink?”
Sighing, he crossed the room and grabbed the cup. In one deft movement he swallowed the contents, before coughing wildly as it burned down his throat. “This- this is-”
“Brandy,” Asari said serenely, sipping his own cup. “Alaude gave me a few bottles.”
“Why didn’t-” cough, hack, cough “you say so?”
“Ah, you never asked. I thought you were aware.”
“So all this time, when you,” cough, “sip from that innocent-looking cup of yours, you were drinking hard liquor?”
“Not all the time, G,” Asari looked reproving. “That wouldn’t be good for health. Have some more?”
G just glared.
“Ah, I know!” Asari beamed. “You can’t drink! Do you get drunk easily, G? It’s alright, a lot of people have the same problem... ah?”
Giotto practically sprinted back down the hallway as screams and Italian swear words in G’s lovably familiar voice resounded through the mansion.
“Stupid retard, I’ll kill you-”
He pushed open the doors and dragged an enraged G off a bemused Asari.
“What happened here?” he exclaimed.
“Nothing,” Asari looked surprised. “I thought G just wanted to do some strength training, that’s all. Oh, and I forgot, Giotto, why did you ask G to check up on me?”
Silence fell through the room. Giotto looked thoroughly puzzled. “What? I never asked G to check up on you. That’s why I came myself earlier- I wanted to see if you were okay.”
Asari raised his eyesbrows. “Really?”
“Yes... G,” Giotto’s face broke into a wide smile, “Did you come to check on Asari yourself?”
“No!” the man snapped vehemently, trying to escape from Giotto’s clutches. Damn, but he had forgotten how strong Giotto was. “I just- ahm-”
“I was kidding,” Asari broke in, hiding a grin behind his wide sleeves. “I- ah- asked him to tell me about... about Italian folklore!”
“Really.” Giotto raised his eyesbrow sceptically.
The still-struggling G didn’t see Asari mouth silently at the Vongola head, ‘Just pretend.’
Giotto grinned back. ‘Okay.’
“Ah, G, I have some work to discuss with you. So I’m afraid I’ll have to interrupt your... ah... storytelling session.”
“With pleasure,” the Strom Guardian snapped, finally breaking free. “I’ll see you in your office.” He practically ran out of the room, leaving the two amused men.
“Just pretend,” Asari sipped his cup to hide his grin. “G is a man of dignity. We wouldn’t want to hurt his pride.”
“Admitting you care about an injured comrade is hardly embarrassing,” Giotto remarked drily, “But we’re talking about G here, so I’ll concede the point. I really do have work to do, so I’ll see you tomorrow, Asari.”
“Good night.” Asari winked. He watched as Giotto left, shaking his head.
Chuckling, Asari reached under his table and pulled out a small teapot, pouring the contents into his cup. He watched the green tea swish around before grinning.
“Thanks for the liquor, Alaude. It was a nice trick, wasn’t it?”
The Cloud Guardian smiled up at the moon in the sky, leaning against the screen doors behind Asari. “Yes, it was... very entertaining.”
“Haha, I didn’t think G would care much for me. What a surprise that he came to check up on me!”
“That idiot... cares much more than he shows.”
Asari smiled into his cup. “I guess he does. Care to join me for a drink, Alaude?”
“No, I think I’ll pass this time.”
A.N- I have never actually seen the anime, so to be honest, I've never even see G and Asari talk O.O but I heard their relationship is like that of Yama and Goku, so I based it on that - albeit with a little less hystericalness. If I characterized them wrong, please tell :D
And on a not-so-related point, could someone, anyone, tell me what does Ugetsu's hair look like? O.o I mean, he wears that hat all the time... and I really can't tell if the little bit of hair I can see is just shaved or pulled up into a bun or smoothed up into his cap with lots of hair gel. Could someone tell? (It would be so amusing if he had his hair up in a bun under that cap, lol.)