Badfic Manor

[After letting a rather distinctive scream from the morgue of the manor, Hayato had hastily scrambled up to the main floor. Shakily, he wandered through the halls, completely disoriented and very jumpy. He had his hands defensively wrapped around his stomach which is slathered in dried blood, as are his pants, and right shoulder.

After stumbling about the halls for a while he simply leans against the wall and slides down it into a sitting position as he tried to wrap his head around what happened...]

[Well to anyone walking past the Parlor would probably notice... well...

a significant lack of parlor.

It seems the author was all for setting up a little birthday surprise for the teen... which said teen didn't appreciate. Having a birthday on the anniversary of the death of your mother doesn't exactly make it a happy day. After he was done ripping the decorations apart, and tossing the cake to the ground, Gokudera had taken it upon himself to blow up the rest. He didn't do a very thorough job though, some parts of the decorations made it through, he didn't care though. He had made his point. He stormed back up to his room with his bucket of fish for the "Ogopogo" he had been caring for.

So to anyone looking for the teen, they will find him in his room, sitting next to his Lapras, watching the memory feed of his mother on repeat that he got from prison week. The Pokemon occasionally nudging at him in concern.]

[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.]

[And for the rare few of you that missed Gokudera and his rather abrasive usual self, well here he is... speaking perfectly by the way. He appears to be sitting at some sort of table, and there's a door in view behind him... that moans and shuffles can be heard eminating from. Though he doesn't seem to care]

Alright morons listen up 'cause I'm only going to do this once. I know most of you lot are sissies, so I'm goin' to show you how to make somethin' useful.

[He pulls out a bag of flour, a shoelace, a bottle of wine and a lightbulb]

I'm goin' to teach you how to make bomb, and this is all you need. Alright, first thing's first, take all the shit outta the lightbulb, and put flour in it.[The teen demonstrates as he talks] Next, pour some alcohol on the fuse... [And before he does this he takes a swig from the wine bottle, only to spit the liquid out right after, cussing and muttering about the taste] then, stick the fuse in the lightbulb and light 'er up.

[The teen brings the fuse to his cigarette, giving it a moment to light.]

Not exactly the most potent explosive... [and the source of the shuffling finally makes it to the doorway just in time for Hayato to toss his little creation back at it, the jerry-rigged bomb goes off with a small blast of fire, igniting the zombie's head and shoulders]...but it's sure to melt some faces. And that's my cue to get out of here.

[The teen reaches for a crutch off-screen and pushes himself up with a grunt before reaching for the blackberry]

Get me a tailpipe some fireworks and an alarm clack and I'll show ya how to make a pipe bomb.

[and he ends the feed]

[Fan filter]

( Private to Temari )

( Private to Ryuutaro )

[Well, naturally Hayato was notoriously terrible with children, and with his condition his patience was stretched even thinner then usual. It probably took all of ten minutes of being in the room with the kid before he got fed up with it and tried to throw his shoe at it , so of course Hayato had been baby-ified like the rest of the bad mommy's out there.

And his child self had some serious business to take care of! After bothering about several people with his child nonsense he finally thought to get practicing for his upcoming piano recital! Hoping that if he was good enough, maybe he wouldn't have to eat his sister's cookies again...

So Hayato had found the music room and plopped himself down to play the first piece he could find. Of course he's no professional, he messes up here and there, but considering his age and the complexity of the piece he's rather gifted. Anyone in the general vicinity of the music room is free to come listen, and bother him.]