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badfic_manor2011-04-30 02:28 am
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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...]
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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But what?
[The teen takes out a cigarette and lights it to calm his nerves, and to a degree it works... though he had the feeling he would be chain-smoking the whole damn day...]