Badfic Manor

[Anyone who ventured into the parlor today will find the charred remains of one of the Author's usual birthday set-ups, cake was gone, the 'happy birthday Hayato' banner singed and blackened. The room basically decimated. Hope none of you were intending to do something there today. Gokudera loathed his birthday, and seeing a bunch of gaudy shit to celebrate it just made his usual shitty mood... well, more shitty. It sucked sharing a birthday with the anniversary of his mother's death. So he solved the problem like he solved most problems. Blew it up and went to sulk about it outside.

He found a nice apple tree to sit in, and for the sake of entertainment had gathered a bunch of rotten apples just in case he happened to find anyone he didn't like wandering underneath the tree.]

[The feed abruptly cuts on to what looks to be the streets of some old Italian city, and younger Hayato. He was no older than maybe ten or eleven years old, but he was dirty, ragged, banged up, and very thin. He was sitting on a pile of crates trying to get the hang of smoking, letting out a little cough from time-to-time, when a group of four larger men in suits came up to him. The largest man spoke, giving the crate the boy was sitting on a good kick.

( cut for racial slurs and utter assholerly )

Once the memory ends, the video cuts to Hayato looking down irritably at the blackberry from the music room, but he's not surprised. This wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened after all. It was just annoying as hell at this point. He started to gather his sheet music now that the mood for playing the piano had been thoroughly squashed. He let out an irritated growl.]

Tch. This shit again.

[and he cuts the feed.]

[Any poor soul wandering near the kitchen will probably notice the unpleasant smell of something burning... very badly. Anyone brave enough to actually wander inside the kitchen will discover a frying pan, with it's contents ablaze, while Hayato stands with his back to it, engrossed in a book in one hand and taking some kind of notes in the other. The teen seems pretty oblivious to the sunlight creeping on his shoulder as well. Right now, it was just him and science.

This isn't the first attempt he's done at cooking thus far, as there's a pile of pots and pants with who-knows-what caked on them being soaked int he sink.

It would be most welcome for anyone to come and rescue the kitchen from Gokudera.]

[The feed comes on to a rather dour looking silver haired teen, scowling at a little furry creature in front of him on the table. While usually he would be all kinds of excited to see a strange animal being a shameless occult nerd, after last week he felt that it was replacing his mother. So many people had just up an vanished lately, including about everyone he knew from home. While there was no complaint about Belphor or Mukuro's disappearance, his boss and even Lambo hit him rather hard... and right now the only thing to really take out his frustrations on was the stupid furball in front of him.]

The hell are you even supposed to be?

[The creature only cooed and toddled over to Hayato happily expecting a petting, unfortunately the teen wasn't exactly in a 'petting' sort of mood and just flicked the thing in the face with his finger. As it toppled over backward the teen noticed the blackberry recording.]

Tch!

[And with that he turned off the feed.]

[Private to Ryuutaro]

hey, i was just wondering if you're busy.

[Well someone is looking rather angry on this fine morning (though that's probably not surprising to ANYONE at this point) clad in a toga he managed to get on, albeit rather sloppily.]

Alright, who's the fucktard who though it would be real funny shit to take the Italian's clothes and get him to wear a toga? I swear when I find you I'm going to-

[Then he opens the door to his room and abruptly went silent as he looks up and down the hall. Oh god, they couldn't ACTUALLY be in...

Hayato then seems to completely stop caring about the feed on the blackberry as he rushes outside and what he sees makes his jaw drop. It takes him a moment to realize he's still recording, and he brings his attention back to the blackberry.]

... uh hey... I know I've told a few of you that I'd show you around Italy sometime. Well, welcome to Italy... about 2000 years before I was born...

[As one of those almost completely unaffected by the plot (as far as he knew anyway), Hayato just assumed it was another quiet week. He didn't particularly mind, it was a bit dull, but after the holidays and all the field trip jumping around it was sort of welcome. He had spent the first few days restocking his supplies of dynamite, and now had decided to continue to fulfill his promise to his mother he made back in October before the whole event with the Angels. Not to mention he wanted to try the sheet music he got for Christmas from Reborn.

So anyone by the music room will hear the sounds of Bach's Solfeggietto and see a familiar silverette at the piano.]

[In an attempt to finally pull himself out of his rut, Gokudera had gathered up the new types of dynamite he had developed to test out. He had been making slower progress with them than he wanted due to the plots... and the recent events... than he would have liked.

So he had made his way to a clearing in the forest, not too far from the manor, strapped up to his teeth in his dynamite. It's probably not too hard to notice the sound of explosions outside, it's pretty steady for a while, until the feed comes on. At first it is just a fabulous view of Gokudera's fabulous rear, and the sound of a pen scribbling can be heard. After a moment he gets up and puts down a notebook next to the blackberry... which he... doesn't notice is on. Clearly he's recording some sort of data and statistics. He takes a handful of dynamite all labeled in red masking tape with numbers scrawled on them, and he goes almost off-screen.

He lights the sticks and gives them a toss in the air. One simply falls, but the other three suddenly launch forward with the propelling mechanism he had installed in them. Two shoot forward, then direction mid-air circling around Gokudera and exploding a good distance behind him- just as he planned. However... the last stick circles back, but not far enough and heads right at Gokudera.]

Sh-shit!

[And with an explosion, the feeds timer ends and it shuts off]

[The feed starts at a low angle, most likely on the ground, looking up at Hayato doing something to a motorcycle... something probably less than legal considering that in a few moments the thing starts up, and Hayato very obviously didn't use a key. He didn't seem to care though. He took a bag and slung it over his shoulder before picking his blackberry up off the ground... and oh. It was on. So much for being discrete about it. Oh well. Crying shame.

Hayato Calmly lit up a cigarette before addressing the blackberry. This had been his first time out alone in about two weeks after the... incident... he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't their business anyway.]

Oi. Anyone know where the drunken cop or what-ever-he-is who was askin' for fireworks is?

[The video feed starts with a clatter to the ground, catching sigh of Gokudera's shocked face as he looks at someone off-screen. In his surprise he seems to have fallen backwards. Soon a gentle looking woman comes on the screen, with an uncanny resemblance to the boy before her]

M-madre?

[And the teen scrambles back to the door and fumbles with the knob on his for a moment before he manages to open it, and bolted out, running down the halls as fast as he can. He paid no mind to who he might be shoving out of the way in the process, not until he stumbled outside the front door onto the porch.

Meanwhile the woman picks up the device, casting a worried look down the hall after the boy who ran off]

Hayato...

[And she turns the feed off]

[Well Gokudera had been looking for an excuse to maul everything in site without consequence for a LOOOOOONG time now. So naturally at the first sign of an attack he strapped himself to the teeth with explosives and made his way to join the assault. He had to prove to his boss that he was still useful, even if he wasn't as strong.

After a few hours of just DECIMATING things he was starting to get tired, so he ducked behind a wall to catch his breath before he went out into the fray again. That's when he took out his blackberry. He comes on the screen, covered in blood and all kinds of dirty and banged up, and breathing heavily]


Made a path to the front door... don't recommend goin' outside though. Anyone have any idea of the numbers of these fuckers? They're not easin' up at a-

[And then suddenly there's a gargoyle-like monster screeching behind him. Gokudera whips around and drops his blackberry]

SHI-

[and the feed cuts, just as the sound of explosives echo through the halls]