badfic_manor | 22nd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video] [backdated to morning]

[After a REALLY shitty past couple of weeks, and his usual method of venting (beating people up) didn't really fly well during prison week, Hayato had taken a surrogate: his bedroom.]

[The feed came on with a crash as the blackberry is dropped to the floor. There's the sound of something crashing against the walls. For a brief moment Hayato ckmes on screen, bedside table in his hands mid-throw, and not even a moment after he disappears from off screen there's the sound of breaking wood as he throws it at the wall.

After a few more minutes of pounding and crashing noises, part of the teen can be seen again, only this time he is holding his work table, and with surprisingly good form he pegs that sucker right out his window. Unfortunately for him, it sets off that wonderful little bomb trap he had set on his window. Both Hayato and the blackberry are blown back against the wall, but the damage is minimal. He has replaced the charge to something weaker to prevent his room from getting blown into oblivion AGAIN.

Hayato simply sits there for a moment, breathing heavily and just looking at the damage. Oddly enough it felt good... and nothing was on fire. Window looked to have seen better days though. The teen lets out a content sigh and just flops onto his side, all is well and good until he spots the blackberry... and that it's on. He pushes himself up again and growls, grabbing the device and giving it a half-assed throw across the room.

NOW all was well and good....

other than... you know... his room being a wreck.]

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It's alright to need help sometimes, Hayato. Everyone does. Myself included.

I don't need anyone! I made it this long alone! I can take care of myself!

[He snorts in irritation]

And don't call me by my first name! I hate it!

There might come a time when you will need someone else's help. You never know when that might be.

[The sudden outburst surprises Iroh.]

I did not know. You should have said so.

I'm not that weak! If I can't take care of myself then-

[He cuts himself off. He didn't want to blurt out anymore... despite the weird urge he was getting...]

Well you know now...

[He looks away his cheeks lit up a bit. He hadn't meant to snap like that... but he really did hate being called by his first name... it's what his family called him... and he hated his family]

Gokudera, then. I apologize for any earlier misunderstandings.

[Iroh sighs.]

I do not mean to imply that you are weak. It's just...there is something in you that reminds me of my nephew. He did not know how to ask for help either. Sometimes I worry that I impose upon him, and others, too much. I know it upsets him.

[That is something Iroh hadn't quite meant to say, but it is true. So no harm done, really.]

[The teen continues to shift around awkwardly as he listens... he wasn't used to people being so... nice to him. He seems eased a bit when Iroh mentions that it's about his nephew... as long as he wasn't acting for HIS sake. He could handle just being a surrogate for someone else.]

Don't apologize.... it' weird...

[People never apologized to him. Ever. He assumed people thought he knew what he had coming and let that be that, and in a sense he did. He knew he was pretty far down on the social food chain... which is why he's inexplicably compelled to add...]

I'm not worth it.

[and instantly he slaps his hand to his mouth. That.... that he didn't mean to say...]

[Ah. Is that what he really thinks? It must be so.]

Do not say that. What has made you think that? From what I have seen in the time I've known you, there is great depth to you. You are worth many things, Gokudera.

Because....

[Hayato suddenly slaps his hands over his mouth. He didn't want to answer this. Of all the shit he didn't want to say... yet he couldn't stop it.]

Because... because my own father didn't want me... no... no one did until I was twelve. Now... I've abandoned the Tenth in my world too... so now the one person who thought I was worth somethin'....

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[How familiar his story sounds. Just like how Zuko's own father scarred and banished him...]

Just because you have left them, does not mean you cannot return. Do so, if you think it is right.

... B-boss might be dead.... We were short manned enough against the Millefiore before I left...

[in which case... it was probably better that he stay here. If the Tenth was gone... then the rest of the guardians would probably fall shortly after, but if he kept his Vongola ring here, then there would be no way for the Millefiore to get it.

He hated to think like that though. His boss had to be the strongest... but the knowledge that he died in the future had really shaken him, not to mention Gokudera's own brutal encounter with his mortality before he arrived at the manor...]

If he is, than that path is closed to you, but you can, if you choose, still make amends. Others may not accept it, but you can still offer them. [Maybe not the nicest answer, but hey, it's honest.]

Either way, I would not worry about them while you are here.

If I failed the Tenth no one is going to take me in! I'll just rot on the streets again!

[Hayato runs his hands over his face... he figured his blurting all this stuff out was the Author's fault. What he couldn't figure out was why he hadn't just cut the feed as soon as he realized it...]

That's if I'm unlucky, and the Millefiore Family doesn't just spare me and kill me off as soon as I get back... I don't even know why I'm telling you this...

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