badfic_manor | 10th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [video/inperson]

[After hearing from Megamind about his room the teen GUNS IT to see for himself. Low and behold his room is a blackened husk of it's former self. He runs in, looking around at it desperately. There was hardly anything recognizable left of the bed... his dresser was reduced to nothing but charcoal.

He stands there for a moment, face pale and his jaw hung open. He snaps out of his trance and rushes to the only thing still standing in his room. A bookshelf. He feverishly begins rummaging through it starting at the bottom, obviously looking for something. As he does so his black berry tumbles out of his pocket and switches on to video.

Hayato continues undeterred gradually working his way up to the higher shelves. Once he can no longer reach, he steps on one of the lower shelves to hoist himself up. Just as he seems to have something in his grasp, the shelves give out, causing him to tumble onto the floor, landing on his back. He sits up, holding what appears to be the charred remains of a little wooden toy are in his soot-blackened hands. He swallows hard, and it seems that his eyes begin to water... just a little.

He just sits there looking at it. The only thing he had left to remember his mother by...]

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[Megamind had used the pipes to climb his way back up and pulls himself out of the hole. His face is charred, his body is dust covered and he gives a cough as he sits on the blackened floor to catch his breath. He knows that Gokudera had come in from the creaking of the floor that was barely stable. He crawls across for two reasons, stability and for dispersion of his weight. He would be like a rod on the floor and his feet would cut through it which could result in another injury.

He took that risk to get to Gokudera and places his hand on the other's shoulder.]

This place...it takes away people's hearts. Don't let it take yours.

[His shoulder tenses as it's touched out of reflex. Being touched out of sympathy or compassion was a foreign thing to him. Physical contact usually meant for him that pain would follow.

He doesn't address it however. No, he just keeps staring at the little toy as it slowly seems to be falling apart in his hands.]

It was a present from my mother for my third birthday... they found it in the car when...

[He swallows again, unable to get the rest of the sentence out]

[He takes a look at the small wooden doll from behind Gokudera wordlessly. He memorized the features and the size of the toy. He could feel the heartbreak which was something very close to what he felt when Roxanne had left the Manor and all he has of her is a memory and a letter.]

You don't have to tell me. I think I know.

[He doesn't try to force the comfort. He offers his support and his shoulder without having to say it. He wanted to say more but at this point the words were lost with the emotional thickness that clung to the air like a fog.]

I'm sorry...

...it's all I had left...

[His fingers curl around the little car. It had already been in disrepair at the time of the explosion, after the many years of playing with it as a child. Besides his bombs and the clothes on his back, it had been the only possession he took with him when he ran away from home]

Can...will you let me fix it?

[It was the best he could offer since he knows what it feels like to have nothing other than what he had been given in the past and now the only thing he had gotten from his parents is in his gun.]

[In almost a reflexing manor he clutches the toy close to his chest. Since he had learned of the truth about his mother he had never let anyone touch the toy.. or even see it in many cases. He had made the effort to hide it behind the books on his bookshelf]

I-I don't want anyone to touch it.

[Despite the rejection, Megamind gave a smile and a nod. It was comforting to see the sentimental reaction. It almost mirrored his own when he was Hayato's age.]

I understand. Can I at least make a duplicate?

[He shakes his head]

It wouldn't be the same... but thanks though. It's not really about what it is so much as... who gave it to me...

Okay.

[Megamind gave a gentle squeeze to Gokudera's shoulder.]

I'm just glad that you're okay and your safe. I'm sure your mother would agree.

Edited 2011-04-30 09:37 (UTC)

[Hayato gets visibly more choked up, barely able to hold back the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes]

Would she?

[He was damaged goods after all. Would his mother still see him as her son were she alive? Would she worry about him? In that sense he was almost glad she was gone... she never saw what he became.]

You know, when I was a villain, I used to think that my parents hated what I became...but you know something, the older I grew, the more I began to understand that human mothers love their children no matter what they became. They worry, they might not like it but in reality, they never stop loving you.

This is the world and it's not a kind place. They know this...but you know, I think what they really want is for their children to be happy, strong and succeed.

[He recalls a time where he was using his disguise generator and saw a lot of this first hand.]

[He can't speak. He bites his lip, to keep those tears at bay. He wasn't going to cry. He refused. However the only response the teen could muster up was a simple, shaky, nod.]

[He's struggling with this comfort thing. Does he reach out to hug Hayato? He's not entirely sure about that considering his own personal boundaries were only breached by two people in his life; Roxanne and Minion.

He could tell that Hayato was struggling too. He doesn't say a word an only offers a sympathetic nod.]

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