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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[[Kimblee eyes the dynamite and the use of technique in holding it in the young man's hand. He's seen lesser weapons held with lesser respect, this tells him he's not joking at least. He has no clue what an Italy is, but it's cute to think that kids are playing games like 'hitman'. They're killing one another there at that age too- how quaint and how interesting for that matter. Then again he's assuming other children do the same thing; that this one had actually killed anyone with it.

If only Gokudera knew just how young Kimblee was doing things with his bare hands, or at least chain-reaction human bombs.]]

An explosives expert! How lovely, and just down the lane too.

[[He chuckles softly.]]

Tell me then, Gokudera, how many of you young folk are playing this game of killing one another in your 'Italy'? You don't fear for your life?

[Hayato raises a brow, things were kind of piecing together... this guy would probably be the type who would hire him... well, once a hitman always a hitman...]

Well, I started off younger then I was supposed to... I ran away from home when I was eight, and this stuff comes in handy livin' on the streets.

[Hayato casually leans back on his wall as he smokes]

Buildings were my usual target, sometimes events too, but dynamite ain't made for one-person hits. If they wanted that then they would hire a sniper.

[He exhales another lungful of smoke]

Not to say no one ever died... it just.... wasn't intentional. I never really knew who died in my hits.

[[Kimblee listens to him, keeping quiet otherwise so the young man wouldn't clam up. He wants to hear what he's got to say, to see if he's anything as worthy an alchemist in his own right. ..Sadly as soon as he says he's never witnessed the fear in someone's eyes while the light falls from them, it pangs his heart.

That poor boy, a hitman without ever having experienced his hit up close and personal. Then again explosions were so much like that when you didn't use your two hands.]]

That's too bad, not about the death [[Yeah no he doesn't mean that part.]] - But that you're a hitman who has never experienced death. Your line of work requires it does it not? If your "hit" went wrong and someone was to lay their hands on you, would you have the ability to kill them with your own two hands?

[[It's a flat-line question, he's obviously serious about it, yes much like a potential bidder- but for his own reasons really.]]

Of course I would, but I wasn't usually their if it did go wrong. It was always sneak inside, plant some times bombs and leave.

[Hayato doesn't take his eyes off the other man. He was only going to divulge as much info as necessary. Shifty guys like this, shouldn't be trusted. Sure he owes him for fixing the old toy... but he wasn't going to neglect common sense for the sake of a favor...]

I can take people head on. I've done it before. I don't do hit's like I used to, got a new job I guess you could say. Requires more up close and personal combat.

[With no look of condescending, Kimblee continues his little information collection with Gokudera about his style of hit. He realizes that it must be odd for him to be asked random questions about how he kills people and puts his hand up in the air after in a manner of trying to look innocent. The poor thing, he must have sent off the wrong impression for sure.]

It's purely interest through your methods, where I'm from I use explosive measures as well. I've gone from military to self-contracting as such.

[Hayato's expression didn't change, he wasn't buying that shit for a second]

Bullshit. You're like me. A hitman. Only you're the type who get off on the hit. If you weren't you wouldn't be spendin' so much time talkin' about deaths, unless you were lookin' to hire me. which since you do the same thing, I doubt.

[He crosses his arms his glare hardened. People always assumed he was gullible just because he was young.]

I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I can read between the lines.

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