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

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[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]

Comments

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

[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.

bad choice, sayu. bad choice.

[clean-n-simple.livejournal.com]

[ -- 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.... ]

tl;dr HOOOO~

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[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]

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

[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.

that icon + that lecture = fffff

[clean-n-simple.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

this is a thing of beauty <3

[andsuddenlydynamite]

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]

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

[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.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[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]