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3rd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

[Hayato wandered into some fancy-ass dining hall completely drenched. He had been aimlessly wandering around in a sulky mood. The battle had already taken place in his world, and he had probably been labeled as a coward and a deserter if the Vongola family had even lived. He sighed and took over his wet collared shirt and slung it over his arm. He's strapped from head to toe with his dynamite, though his cigarettes were wet and wouldn't light much to his irritation. He hadn't cared about getting wet at first so he had remained outside a bit longer then he should have, which he ended up regretting.

Wandering further into the room he freezes and stares at the piano sitting idly in the front of the room. He scoffs and walks over to it. Figures they would have something like this here so some jackass could play for a bunch of pricks. ~~Well here comes the jackass.~~ Without much thought he sits down at the piano, staring down at the keys. He takes his blackberry out and places it next to him, giving it a good hard stare. It was off. Nothing was touching it. There was NO POSSIBLE WAY FOR IT TO TURN ON. He holds his hands out over the keys, then gives one more stare at the blackberry. Still off. Good. He turns back to the piano satisfied that the blackberry would remain off.

...and oh hey guess what just turned on the video feed?

Hayato's hands tremble over the keys for a moment. clearly something about playing has him scared, he starts off shakily with a few clumsy awkward notes, then after a deep breath goes into this. He quickly loses himself in the music, moving with it as he plays, even going as far as to smile a bit as he plays. Although he's probably hitting some of the notes with a bit of excess force.

Still, he had been hailed as a prodigy even when he was eight...]

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~~[HELLO PIANO MAN TROLOLOL. ...desu.]~~

[Light watches the feed quietly. He may have been called a genius, and rightfully so, but music isn't an area he had ever been particularly attuned to. Solving quadratic equations in his sleep may have been something he could do; composing music wasn't. As much as Light hates to admit this, the brat is actually quite skilled. The tonality of the piece, the crescendos and decrescendos, the subtle accents- all the elements that had to be brought into music with more than just technical skill- some might have called it passion- are all present. Though of course, as Light expected, it isn't perfect.]

Beethoven would have been quite disappointed that you felt his piece required a little more forte.

Edited 2011-03-04 00:59 (UTC)

[Hayato practically jumps out of his skin, his face going BRIGHT RED. He looks down at the communicator in HORROR. PEOPLE ACTUALLY SAW THAT?! IT WAS BROADCASTED?! BUT THAT RETARDED LITTLE THING WAS OFF!]

Th-the fuck?! H-how...?

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW SHITHEAD?!

[Light smirks at the reaction.] I can't blame you. Really, you ought to be flattered that the Author decided your ability to play the piano was worthy of being broadcast to the entire community. Even I'll admit that it was preferable to raptor shrieking.

Th-the entire...?

FUCK.

N-no one was supposed to see that! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

[He throws his head back and pulls at his hair. How was anyone supposed to take him seriously as a mafioso if they saw him play like that?! He had worked for SO MANY years trying to rid himself of the 'piano playing weakling' title]

That's right. [He may not be physically smirking, ~~smoking wtf self~~ but it's obvious enough from his tone that he far too amused by Dera's little accident.]

Everyone in the Manor now knows that you do have a soft side after all. It's charming, really. Your self consciousness, I mean, not your piano technique. Looks to me as though the tough guy act is just an act after all.

Edited 2011-03-09 01:47 (UTC)

Go to hell! It' just something I picked up my madre when I was a little kid, jackass! I just wanted to see if I could still play!

[Well that wasn't entirely true... he had played as a job for about a week... but like FUCK was he EVER going to tell this guy that. Though the blush on Hayato's cheeks was more then enough to give away his embarrassment]

If you think this is such a fucking act come here. I can kick some pansy bookworm's ass any fuckin' day!

[Dera is unfortunately, not lucky enough to avoid having Light see the sudden redness. He latches on to it like a tick on human flesh.]

Your mother taught you when you were a little kid? [He laughs at this.] You talk as though you aren't a little kid anymore. So tell me, what else did your mother teach you if clearly it was not proper manners?

I'm a man dammit!

[Hayato slams his hand down on the top of the piano, glaring at the screen with a WHOLE new world of hate for Light.]

Say something else about my madre. I fucking DARE you!

[Aaah, so the brat has a bit of a button when it comes to his mother. Light tucks that piece of information away for future reference. He doesn't care what happened to her, though he suspects an early death. Admittedly, he isn't crass or vengeful enough to continue picking on something like family. He backs off.]

What, do you want me to?

Say anything about her and I swear to fucking god, I'll kill you! Understand?!

[If it had been his father, or even his sister Hayato wouldn't be putting up half of the seething hate behind his glare. His father was a scumbag, and his sister was a bitch, but his mother had never done any wrong to anyone. She deserved FAR better then having this asshole even bringing her up! Though, Gokudera knew he wasn't exactly a star child....]

[Light scoffs at this.] And I, would come straight back to life. It makes the prospect of dying much less of a threat. [Never mind the fact that Light would much rather prefer not to die at all.]
But I suppose, no-one's told you that we are all functionally immortal here, have they?

[His glare hardened. As usual he trusts Light about as far as he could throw him]

You want to give me a demonstration? I'll help.

[Light doesn't miss a step as he retorts back.]

Blowing yourself up is about the only way you could help.

Would only be worth it if I got to see your face get blown off too, testo di cazzo. (*dickhead)

[That would be IMMENSELY satisfying. He was pissed beyond belief. If he were talking to this guy in person he would have clubbed him one in the face the second he MENTIONED Hayato's mother. In fact he was debating just hunting this guy down for the sole purpose of giving him a good punch in the face.]

Take back what you said about my mother. Say all the shit you want about me, but she never did anything to you.

[Hayato knew full well he was pretty much the scum of Italy. Wasn't something he was proud of, but he wasn't in any sort of denial about it.]

[Lured to the room by the sounds of a piano being played, Black Jack lingers at the door silently until the boy finishes]

You're very talented

[Hayato is just SO extremely caught offguard that he whirls around with such force that he falls off the piano bench, and knocks it over. Dammit he didn't think anyone was around]

W-Who the fuck are you!?

[Totally not smirking at you falling over, BLack Jack heads further into the room, offering his hand to help Dera up]

Sorry, I was just listening to you play. I'm Black Jack

[The teen swats his hand away and get up himself, his face is BEAT RED. In order to avoid eye contact and hopefully pretend the WHOLE INCIDENT never happened he goes looking for his box cigarettes that fell over with the piano stool. He grabbed his soaking wet shirt and finds the cigarettes nearby. He quickly takes one in his mouth, even though it's too soaked to light. Of course he makes no effort to turn the bench back up.

Satisfied with having gotten his belongings he flings his shirt over his shoulder and shoves his hands in his pockets, glaring at the man before him]

What do you want?

[Straightening up, Black Jack pushes one hand into his pocket as he watches the teenager fumble around for a minute or two]

I don't want anything, I was just looking to compliment your skills

[He growls at that]

Don't fucking bother. I don't play! It's just some stupid shit I picked up as a kid!

[...Okay fuck the wet cigarette. He wants smokes NOW. Watch him struggle to get that damn thing lit.]

[Taking some cigarettes out of his pocket, Black jack hands him one]

Yeah..I know what you mean. Beethoven is kids play.

[Said with a smirk]

[He looks at the man suspiciously before snatching the cigarette. He sniffs it first just to make sure it's alright before lighting it up]

Tch, what the hell would you know?!

[With the smirk remaining, Black Jack ushers the kid out of the way, before turning the piano stool right side up. Thinking for a moment, he then starts to play. Granted, this piece wasn't as complex or fast as the one Gokudra was playing, but it was one of the Doctors favourites....]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1iZXyWLnXg&feature=related

[He rolls his eyes]

Well whoopty-friggin-do. You can play, congrats.

[He claps mockingly, then afterward rubs his hands sorely. Playing such a piece after years of not practicing left him a bit sore and cramped]

That piece ain't that hard.

[He shakes his hands loose a bit and then shoves them back in his pockets, slouching over as he usually does when irritated]

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