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6th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

[despite gradually getting sicker with each passing day, Hayato had pretty much decided to ignore it. He was currently on the way down to the kitchen to make something to eat. He makes it to the top of the stairs before he goes into a coughing fit. It hadn't been anything all that new for the week, though this time it seemed considerably more painful. He looked down at his hand and his eyes went wide at the sight of blood upon it.

The shock takes so much of his concentration to process, that he doesn't seem to notice the sudden vertigo that overcame him. He stumbles forward, in an effort to try and rectify his balance but to no avail. As he goes crashing down the stairs the feed comes on, recording part of the fall before settling at the bottom of the stairs next to Hayato.

The teen grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to fall over. There's no more movement from him after that and eventually the feed runs out and cuts off]

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Uh... [He's looking over the readings on his screwdriver and then closes it up again, still frowning]

Yes. Just a bit of rest and maybe a bit of medicine and he'll be right as rain- but for safety reasons- the two of you should come back to the TARDIS with me- I've an infirmary in there.

[ Sayu's "shh!" sounds like a buzz. ] Hayato! [ She squeezes his hand. ] Be nice! He just came to help.

[ And she sighs with relief when the Doctor gives his diagnosis. That frown had been really unsettling! Letting go of Hayato's hand, she stands up, coughs a little and says: ]

Um. [ "What's a TARDIS?" ] Is it far away? Can we carry him? Should I call my brother, too?

[Hayato growls, like FUCK is he going to go to some RANDOM GUYS... whatever the fuck a 'Tardis' was! He squirms and struggles to try and sit up.]

I'm not going to any fucking infirmary! I said I'm fucking FINE!

[Fuck no, he is NOT going with this guy, he's NOT getting carried, and if anyone tries to force him, so help him- THEY WILL REGRET IT]

I don't need any fucking help! So you can all just PISS OFF!

[He manages to get into a semi-upright position, though the effort clearly took his toll... or maybe it was just his temper.]

Now that's no way to act in front of a lady- if you'd rather, I can lull you to sleep with the screwdriver and by the time you wake up- you'll feel significantly better.

Or, you can cooperate- and make this easy on all of us. [he's changing the setting on the screwdriver]

Uh, wait! Please don't do that, Doctor, um [ she eyes the screwdriver; think think think quick! ] is there any way you could bring whatever's inside your [ beat ] TARDIS out here? If not [ she gives Gokudera a look; you're too sick to argue! ] we'll come with you, as long as it's not too far away.

[ Sayu gives the Doctor a wan smile. ]

I'm sorry. Light wouldn't be happy if we went off with someone we didn't know, even if that someone were a doctor.

[Was that a threat?! Did that guy fucking just THREATEN HIM!? Oh he so didn't need this. He wasn't going to let some high-and-mighty bastard come NEAR him]

FUCK THIS! I'm LEAVING

[Hayato cough in response to shouting, but doesn't pay it any mind as he starts to force himself onto his feet, leaning heavily on the wall. Working at a slow 'stumble forward and hoist self back up with wall' movement.]

No, just down the hall a bit, actually

[He's standing up to stop the teen from running off]

You're too sick to be up and about- you need to rest.

[ Okay, now Sayu's getting pissed. She, too, goes to Gokudera's side and tries to reason with him. ]

At least stay put, Hayato! We don't have to go with the Doctor if you feel uncomfortable about it, but you're too sick to just get up and leave! [ She waves with one hand: look. ] You can barely walk and you're... you're coughing up blood. Getting angry isn't going to help you. So please....

[ Have a face. You know the one. ]

FUCK OFF! Don't fucking touch me!

[And you sir doctor are getting a VERY prominent 'one finger salute' your way. That's real class right there.

When Sayu flanks him he growls, wanting nothing more then to just push past the two and storm upstairs and hit ~~someone~~ something. Unluckily for Hayato (but lucky for everyone else) he doesn't have the strength to do so. He's forced to listen to Sayu's words... and then look at her face.

Oh god damn it- she had to pull the fucking face.

What sucked even harder was that she was right. As much as he had been trying to avoid it, he was sick, and sick bad. No longer fueled by pure rage, Hayato's legs give out and he slides to his knees. He holds himself upright with the rail, but hangs his head so that his bangs dangle forward, shielding his eyes]

Fine... but that doctor still ain't fucking touching me.

[The Doctor backs off a step- frowning at that middle finger and contemplating just lulling the kid to sleep anyway- he sure seemed like he could do with a nice long nap.]

As I said- bed rest and some medicine.

[ Good compromise! Sayu turns to bow to the Doctor, says: ] Thank you again. [ That goes for your diagnosis and patience. Rising, she adds: ] Will your medicine still work against the Author's, um... I mean, there was -- !! [ Blood. Never healthy. But if the screwdriver says it's okay, she'll take it at its word.

Cue the coughs! After which she smiles a little, embarrassed. ]

Do you have some cough drops, too, Doctor?

[ Dr. Doctor.... ]

[Hayato takes a seat on the steps, facing away from the two. Glaring a HOLE in the wall in front of him. Like he was going to take anything some loony with a screwdriver gave him.

Hayato was planning to keep up the attitude until he hears Sayu cough, he casts a worried glance over his shoulder before quickly going back to glaring at the wall. Well fuck him... she was sick too... hell DOUBLE FUCK HIM. Here he was saying not even a week ago that he would look out for her, but instead she was trying to look out for him.

Well excuse him for a moment while he broods about this for a moment... and lights up a cigarette. He needed to find hid happy place, and nicotine usually brought him there...]

[the Doctor has the screw driver out again and he pans it over the girl this time-- she's in much better shape than the boy, at least.]

Alright, I'm just gonna go grab the medicine- come back here- and then both of you should be heading to bed to sleep this stuff off. Bed rest is of course the best defense against the nasty stuff.

[ -- Well, that caught Sayu by surprise. But she'll ask about the screwdriver later! ]

We'll wait here! [ Cough. At which point she turns to face Gokudera and ceases to comprehend whatever's going on because -- ]

Are you smoking?!

[ What. The. She's running her hands through her hair, she's talking at speeds of Mach 5 and over: ] You were coughing up blood! You're still sick! Why are you -- ! Do you know how -- !

[ Her limited medical knowledge aside, 2 + 2 cannot equal 5, not even for you, Gokudera. That he was coughing up blood only makes her more forward. So Sayu extends a hand to snatch the cigarette.... ]

[Hayato notices the oncoming hand and he is NOT in the mood to handle losing a cigarette]

DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!

[He immediately stands up and extends his arm giving her a forceful push away from him, knocking her over.

Then he just stands there in shock. He hadn't meant to put that much force behind it. She was only worried about him, even though she was sick herself. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her... especially after he had said he would lookout for her...]

S-sayu... I-I... I didn't mean... are you...? I'm...

[Before he could finish off with his 'sorry' he glances off to the side. She wasn't going to forgive him. He couldn't blame her. She probably just wanted him to go. Hayato turns, and stumbling a bit starts to make his way back up the stairs]

[The Doctor has returned-wait... did he even leave? Anyway- he's got a bottle of some rather... interesting... looking purple-ish liquid and two cups- he saw that shove though and is NOT happy]

Is that anyway to treat someone trying to help you? And why the hell are you smoking? Are trying to get to early grave? [he does not sound like a pushover so much anymore... that tone demands obedience]

Now Apologize, take this medicine and get to bed. And think about what you've done.

[ Don't cry. ]

Thank you, Doctor.

[ Side sore and red-faced, Sayu stands up. She eyes the medicine; feels a lurch in her stomach; don't cry; inhales; looks at the Doctor. She should ask questions (what's the medicine do? what's it made of?) but all she wants to do is return to the parlor, get her things, check up on Light -- as quickly as possible. ]

Do you... want us to take it now?

[ On second thought. She puts a hand to her head, mutters: ]

If it's okay... I left some things in the parlor. I'll be right back.

[ Around the corner she goes.

Don't cry. ]

SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS OLD MAN! YOU DON'T GIVE ME ORDERS!

[Hayato growls at the doctor, before grabbing the cup meant for him and slamming it onto the floor stepping on it. After doing what he just did he could suffer through being sick for a while. He deserved it.

he casts one quick look back at Sayu, and seeing the expression on her face made his stomach churn. He fucked up bad this time. He takes a deep breath and turns back to sprint up the stairs, but not before shoving the doctor out of his way with as MUCH FORCE AS POSSIBLE with his elbow]

[Mildly annoyed Doctor is no longer mildly annoyed. He's angry. Angry Doctor means that tone that demanded obedience? Times that by ten. This is not mildly annoyed- apologize and I'll forgive you. This is 907 year old last of the Timelords anger.

Do Not Argue with 907 year old last of the Timelords Doctor. Don't.]

Get. back. here. NOW.

[And THAT Mr. Doctor is the one finger salute again as he rounds the corner up the top of the stairs. This is the 14 year old who has come to the conclusion that most people in the world are shit, and hands out hate like cupcakes at a birthday party. To Hayato this was just another Jackass trying to run his life. He wasn't any different from his father, the bastards you used him as a tool back in Italy, like the cops who tried to keep him from making a living, like the teachers who wanted to force their ideal on him. Shit. All of them. This guy too. He should have just minded his own fucking business and pissed off.

This guy could do his fucking worst. Wouldn't make a difference in Hayato's life at this point]

Edited 2011-04-10 05:16 (UTC)

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6th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

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that is a fantastic hat, dr. doctor

I appologize on Hayato's behalf in advance...

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this trio, fffff

Re: this trio, fffff

This will clearly end well :D

clearly!

I KNOW RIGHT?! XD

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bad choice, sayu. bad choice.

tl;dr HOOOO~

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that icon + that lecture = fffff

this is a thing of beauty <3

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