badfic_manor | text | wait and see (risk)

[ And as they're trotting down the hallway en route to the kitchen, Sayu right behind Gokudera, it hits her -- ]

HIDEKI RYUGA!

[ -- and still pointing at him, open-mouthed, she thinks: did I seriously just say that out loud?! ]

Oh! Sorry! It's just... from the back, you kind of look like a, uh, the celebrity, you know? If you let your bangs cover your face you could really pass for him. Just shorter.

[ Cue the nervous laughter. ]

What a coincidence, huh?

[Gokudera chuckles a bit nervously, him? Look like a celebrity? Well that would explain why the girls were all over him at school. He never paid much attention to th]

Me? A celebrity? Tch, my personality's far too rotten for that.

[Well he gave himself kudos for honesty there, though ask anyone in the manor, it wasn't exactly a hard fact to come by. He walked into the kitchen, to a pot of nice hot boiling water.]

Perfect timing.

Edited 2011-03-30 04:02 (UTC)

Huh? What's wrong with your personali -- ?

[ Wait. Far more pressing concern. ]

.... You know who Hideki Ryuga is, right? The idol? Oh! [ Sayu picks up the pack of ramen. ] I can make it, by the way. [ Big smile! ] Thanks a lot.

I'm an ass.

[Gokudera goes to his sandwich, it was kind of plain and meager, but it was food and it wasn't poisoned. That's all that he really needed in food]

I haven't heard of him, I don't usually follow that stuff though.

[He opens the fridge looking for something to drink]

You thirsty?

[ Wait. ]

Hayato.

[ Hold up. ]

You don't --

[ Slow down. ]

-- know who --

[ No way. ]

-- Hideki Ryuga is?!

One of Japan's biggest drama sensations? Heartthrob of millions? The most gorgeous, talented, beautiful, emotional man ever -- on TV? Are you telling me you don't watch TV? What do you do in your free time? You don't follow a single show? Seriously?

[ Too shocked to comment on the "ass" thing, answer the "thirsty" question, stop the water from boiling over. Oops. ]

[He cringes when Sayu calls him by his first name. He doesn't quite feel now is an appropriate time to address that though. Apparently he just committed a HUGE offense...]

I-I don't watch a lot of T.V.... I read a bit... but...

[But he's in the mafia, and training to be the tenth's right hand man comes first... now how does he just SAY that?! Lie.]

Uh, I usually follow things in Italy... I didn't pick up Japanese until a few years ago... so I still follow things back home more...

[ Situation defused. ]

You live in Italy? Wow... that must be so beautiful! In Rome? Your Japanese is really good for having just learned! What -- oh, the water!

[ A successful scramble to fix it; Sayu manages to salvage most of the water and plops the noodles into the pot. ]

Phew. Sorry. So [ is that a twinkle in her eye? ] what're Italian shows like?

Until I was twelve yeah, I lived in Sicily. Uh... well My mother was half-Japanese... so I was taught bits and pieces as a kid...

[He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, his time in Italy had really never been a good one]

Well, I was a kid when I was there, so I really just watched a lot of dubbed American stuff, my sister liked soap opera's though... and cooking shows...

[Hayato goes a bit pale and shudders at the mention of his sister and cooking]

[ As Sayu stirs the noodles, she breathes -- ]

Sicily....

[ -- and frowns over the heat and fog of the pot. Bad subject. Change it. It's not her right to know. She wants to apologize, but follows her brother's example and makes a seamless transition instead: ]

You know, you never told me what this place's full story was.

Oh right...

[Shit how was he going to explain this? Well, he was good with his theories...]

The best way I can summarize it, is some sort of mass inter-dimensional kidknapping. Which is why there are some real freaks wandering around. Not everyone here is exactly an upstanding member of society if you know what I mean.

[Himself included...]

and about every week or so some omnipotent retarded BITCH decides to play mind games with us by sticking us in weird-ass situations....

[He realizes he totally just went off rambling about something that totally sounded CRAZY, to a girl who just arrived. He looks up from the sandwich he had been glaring DAGGERS at, since he had long since given up any plans of eating it, and gives Sayu a worried look, watching her reaction]

[ Her little cringes at the "bitch" and "weird-ass" aside -- ]

Mass... inter-dimensional kidnapping? But why? How? I mean, I read what Conan sent me -- that short explanation of what's going on, you know -- but [ her brows furrow here as she scoops the noodles up out of the pot and into a bowl ] like I said. I just don't get why.

[ Sayu dips the ladle back into the pot. ]

Do you want some?

...well... I... I lost my appetite.[Hayato nervously rubs the back of his neck smiling awkwardly]

[How is he supposed to say that they're basically just playthings for this sadistic bitch? She looked like she was a pretty normal girl (well, as normal as girls can be...)]

It...

[He takes a deep breath. She would find out sooner or later... better sooner so she could prepare]

She's bored and uses us as entertainment...

[ A beat passes before she lets the ladle drop into the pot with a clang. ]

That's disgusting.

[ Sayu sets down her bowl on the table with one hand, slides a chair out from under it with the other, settles in. Stews, if you'll pardon the pun. Between large, dainty noodle slurps: ]

Has anyone met her?

Preachin' to the choir.

[He watched her intently, a bit worried, but she wasn't crying. Praise the friggin' gods she was not crying. It was only a matter of time though. She probably had parents and shit back home that she would freak out about. Hopefully her life wouldn't get as fucked over as his was...]

No, not from what I've heard... she likes to play 'god' I guess. Some of the shit she comes up with is pretty dangerous too...

[Hayato slouches on the table absentmindedly poking at the untouched sandwich, as he watches Sayu eat. He'd probably end up throwing out his meal, nothing really new for him.]

[ After the conversation with her brother? Yeah, she'd wrung the tears out. Slurp, slurp, slurp. ]

You know [ Sayu pats her mouth with a napkin, sets her chopsticks aside ] I can't stand people like that, who... who put themselves above other people and use them, I guess. It doesn't matter if they're dealing with "sick freaks" or whatever. I mean, of course I've met people I don't like, but that's not... I'd never do something like what the Author's doing.

[ Her tone turns softer. ]

Are you sure you don't want any noodles? I don't mind sharing.

[Hayato let out a sigh]

You can't really tell until you get in a position of power. People become royal assholes when they find out they can make people do whatever they want.

[Story of his life really. As if the quell the passive aggressive rage he had about it, he whips out his box of cigarettes. Hayato takes one in his mouth, and strikes it up with his lighter. It's just such a habitual thing for him he doesn't seem to realize it might come across as rude.]

Ah, n-no, th-that's alright! My stomach... it acts up a lot, so I... don't eat much.

[He forces an awkward smile, hoping she wouldn't be offended]

Edited 2011-04-04 05:50 (UTC)

[ He gets saucer eyes instead. ]

Ha... Hayato. You smoke?

[ Two tacks to take, Sayu: tell him it's bad for him and that he should stop or let it slide -- but only for the time being.

(A small epiphany then: if she were ever in a "position of power," she'd outlaw smoking. It's dangerous! You can die from it! So it must not be any good! Right?)

Politeness prevails. She gets up to wash her dishes and put her things away. In a detached, even voice coupled with rigid movements: ]

For how long?

Hm?

[Hayato sits up a bit, caught off guard by the question]

Ah... yeah. Since I was about eight.

[That sounded about right... it was when he ran away from home, and dynamite had played a key roll in his survival. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth to look at as he muses on it.]

Something wrong about it?

[His brows nit together. He wasn't planning to stop even if she said yes... Hell, he probably shouldn't have even bothered asking]

Y-you were eigh -- ?!

[ Stop. Different strokes for different folks.

Sayu washes the bowl, pot with more vigor. ]

I'm sorry. I don't know many people my age who smoke back home. It's -- I mean, it's... [ and she looks up from the sink now, unable to contain her sincerity ] I don't mean to offend you, but it's not good for your health! And if you already have stomach problems --

[ -- at which point she accidentally drops the chopsticks she'd been scrubbing and, with a little oh! of surprise, fumbles for them under the lather and suds. ]

Yeah, I picked it up when I left home.

[Hayato gets a chuckle out of her little 'health' shpeal.]

It's fine. I'm a delinquent anyway. It just sorta fits I guess.

[Because he's not about to tell her about the ungodly huge stash of dynamite waiting to be lit, hidden away in his clothes. Not to mention he's really not bothered by his title as a delinquent. Fit him perfectly after all]

My... stomach doesn't have to do with my smoking. My sister was a shitty cook, but I always ate her food anyway. It's probably just me over reacting...

[He shrugs casually, but leaning to see what's the business over at the sink]

need any help over there?

I got it! [ And Sayu brandishes the chopsticks, triumphant. ] It's okay. Now listen -- [ she turns to face Gokudera, hands on her hips and her face set ] -- I've only known you for like, half an hour and you've called yourself all kinds of unpleasant things. Who else says that? 'Cause I don't think you're a delinquent or a [ not gonna swear ] bad person. Bad people don't offer to help wash dishes, even if they smoke. So quit it.

[ .... And then she quits, painfully self-aware of her well-meant, if stress-provoked, outburst. What if he doesn't want to talk to me anymore?

Just like that, her first friend here -- gone! ]

[Hayato pauses to stare in shock for a moment. He wasn't expecting that. No one had ever really talked to him like that before. He gives a quick chuckle and shakes his head. She was cute, but she didn't know shit]

Have a good sit down with the cops in Sicily along with half the thugs. They'll tell ya.

[He shrugs and leans back]

Actually you could probably ask anyone around here too. I don't usually get along with people well. Most of 'em suck anyway so I figure why bother.

[He smirks and chuckles again]

You seemed like a good kid though. If any asshole was going bug ya, I figured I would do the least amount of damage.

[ Oh, come on, that smarts like a judge's sentence!

Dishes done, Sayu leans back on the sink and crosses her arms. ]

What do you mean, cops and thugs? You're too young for that kind of stuff. I don't believe it. And for the last time, stop. You're not an [ can't say it; substitute: ] annoying person, so you're not bugging me. [ Softer now. ] I hope I don't sound too rude or forceful, but please listen -- maybe thinking what others say is true is half the problem.

[Hatato slouches back in his chair, kicking his leg up on the table]

I'm not lying. Sicily is a big shithole filled with a bunch of shitheads. The easiest way to make it there is to be under the law.

[He shrugs in an uncaring gesture. If she couldn't handle that fact now, it would probably be several times worse if he waited until later... if she had even decided to put up with him long enough anyway]

I don't care if you believe me or not, but it's just going to end with an "I told you so".

[He leans his head back to exhale the smoke, and watch it drift up to the ceiling]

Stop swearing!

[ Scrunching up her mouth, Sayu ignores the blush of embarrassment in her cheeks, the rush of confrontation in her chest; taps her foot to some (fast) beat instead. ]

You were eight. It's... it's not that I don't believe you; that wasn't what I meant. I just... I don't think it's right! Not when someone's eight, not when someone's any age. Just because the world's a [ "synonymize" ] dump doesn't mean you have to make it even more of one. That's why the law's in place. [ She leans back further, uncrosses one arm. ] I'd know. My dad's a detective.

[ Question now is -- how long can you put up with her naivety and sheltered worldview, Gokudera? ]

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