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A Closed Yamamoto Takeshi - Roleplay Blog

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an-inside-joke said: Make sure you come by the shop later alright? I got you a little something

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Is that so? I’ll stop by later this evening then.

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Mhmmm~ I’ll be waiting. Don’t be too late, pops is out all evening… I’m lonely haha

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[Later that evening]

The sun would set soon but Mukuro did promise he’d stop by Yamamoto’s home before the day was over. So that is just what he did. He was also a bit intrigued as to what the fellow guardian could have gotten him. Mukuro was a curious one after all.

As he walked into the sushi shop he simply called out “Yamamoto…” acknowledging he had arrived.

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Yamamoto wasn't sure when Mukuro was going to show up, but he wanted to make sure he didn't miss it. Sitting with one elbow resting on the table, he held his phone in the other, absently reading through websites until he heard the door open.

Quickly he dropped the phone to the table, pulling out a small lighter to light the candels on the cake that sat at the otherwise empty table. He had a feeling the boy had never gotten a birthday cake before and wanted to change that.

"I'm in the back" He called out, unable to hide the grin on his face

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Is that so? I’ll stop by later this evening then.

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Mhmmm~ I'll be waiting. Don't be too late, pops is out all evening... I'm lonely haha

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[[When it Rains it Pours]] Closed Yama|Ryo RP

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The boxer is keeping an eye out for the nurses while trying to remain attentive to his friend. The same friend that he was currently confused what his feelings were for, especially now that he’d spent so much time visiting him in the hospital. Ryohei almost trusted the smile that was on the baseball player’s face but as he turned away to check for nurses, he realised that something was off with the look. It wasn’t genuine feeling. Usually the smile that Yamamoto gave would give the fighter overwhelming feelings of joy in his chest, but this smile didn’t do that. He quickly turned his head back, looking more concerned than before.

‘Ryohei, I can’t feel my legs.’

Grey eyes widened with shock. There was no way he could hide it. His stomach and heart sunk when he heard those words. Then his heart began racing, as if it felt the need to catch up for trying to remain calm and then sinking.

"Ma-Maybe it’s a side effect of the coma. Don’t coma patients have to go through physical therapy because of the muscles deteriorating after laying around and not using them?" He says sounding unsure, he’s trying to be reassuring but he knows he’s not doing a good job. Where are those damn nurses?! They need to get here right now and check on Yamamoto’s body! He clicks his tongue, frustrated at their slowness.

"Let me find a doctor to the extreme!" He says panicking more, reluctantly pulling his hands away from the obviously terrified raven. "I’ll be right back, Yamamoto!" He starts to walk away from the bed and walks away from the bed, glancing over his shoulder towards the Rain before heading out the door to find the doctor. He finds one and immediately brings him in through the room Takeshi was in. He stood back and let the doctor do his thing, but he worried as he watched.

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“I thought that too, but… Everything else is fine, that is the only thing that hasn’t been able to move. Ryohei, it just doesn’t feel right. There is no feeling, nothing, its like they aren’t even there” He explained, the panic in his voice clear.

 Yamamoto Takeshi wasn’t one to let such frantic or worried emotions surface, he buried everything underneath a smile or a laugh, even if it was strained and fooled no one it still stayed firmly on his face. But this…. This was something he couldn’t quite stomach. He needed to be able to walk, he needed his legs. He need his legs to play baseball, it was his only ticket into college, his only way to get a job and a career like he promised his father he’d get. He needed his legs to fight, to be able to stand beside his friends, his /family/ and help them. He couldn’t hide the way it was pushing him so close to that breaking point.

 He didn’t want the Sun to leave, but he needed to know… He needed the doctor to tell him if his fears were what he thought. When the doctor returned, there wasn’t time to voice his concern, the man immediately started checking all his vitals and his charts, amazed that he was awake at all. When he finally was able to ask him about his legs, the look on the doctor’s face was all he needed to see, he would have known the answer had the Doctor not spoken after. His fears were confirmed.

“We feared this would happen, the intstrument that caused this damage hit your spinal column. Frankly young man you are lucky to be alive at all, you were nearly put in two. We did the best we could to repair the damage but this was a risk. I’m sorry. We will make sure your physical therapy starts as soon as your stomach has healed enough. For now, I will need to excuse myself, I need to notify your father”

With that, the doctor excused himself, leaving the Sun and the Rain alone once more, the latter staring down at his lap, his eyes wide and disbelieving as shock was settling over him.

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Mukuro could feel his eye twitch as Yamamoto spoke, claiming how he knew him, how he could see something in the mist guardian. That vulnerable and open feeling he had felt moments before was now gone, buried beneath layers of anger and resentment. That was the way he had to deal with this for now. Mukuro would sort through all of these thoughts and actions himself with a fine tooth comb later in hopes to get proper explanation for how and why things had become like this. The idea alone of this boy seeming to know and understand more about how Mukuro was feeling was more than disconcerting. How someone who hardly knew him could deduct and accuse of such things and be correct to a certain point was impressive but also under the influence. Perhaps it was just blind luck on Yamamoto’s end.

"You know nothing about me." Mukuro started hostilely, grip tightening Yamamoto’s shirt. "You didn’t see anything other than my amazement for your idiocy and complete lack of comprehension."

He was in too blind a rage at Yamamoto’s accusations he had barely registered his hand moving from the collar of the boys shirt to wrapping around his neck, fingernails digging into his skin. Mukuro didn’t need to hear any of this, he refused to.

"Trust me, Yamamoto Takeshi," Mukuro spoke again in a hushed tone, fingers gripping tighter around Yamamoto’s neck.  "You didn’t see anything. I don’t feel anything. Other than regret for indulging your request and playing along for as long as I have, there is nothing else." Mukuro contained, eyes narrowing with anger as he spoke. Along with the anger that filled his voice there was something else. Something else he truly had hoped Yamamoto would hear.  Something that implied much darker intentions.

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Despite his current state, Yamamoto didn't miss the way the features on Mukuro’s face flickered and were in a flash replace with an anger he’d never witnessed before.  His face was furrowed in such a look that the Rain began to wonder if he’d said something that struck a nerve deeper than he’d anticipated.  He opened his mouth to speak, to somehow try and right when he’d wronged, not having intended to anger or upset the mist in calling him over that night.

But before he could even open his mouth to speak, the breath was caught in his throat as he felt a sudden tightening sensation closing around his neck. His amber eyes widened, and he shifted, trying to free his neck from the tight grip that was wrapping around it, sharp nails digging into the skin on either side in apparent anger.

"You know nothing about me."

"You didn’t see anything. I don’t feel anything. Other than regret for indulging your request and playing along for as long as I have, there is nothing else."

The words sunk in his brain as he struggled to keep breathing through the little airway that the Mist had left him, his own hand coming up to grip tight to the other’s wrist, hoping to tug the hand looser, his vision swimming slightly as the hand only seemed to tighten in its grip. The Rain could hear the dark intent in the man’s voice and he only tugged harder on the hand, desperate not to allow himself to pass out. He’d been at this man’s mercy before and had only just gotten his freedom, he didn’t want to fall back into that helpless state, he wouldn’t get to lucky a second time. Tsuna had been in danger the entire time he’d been in Mukuro’s base and he couldn’t let him own foolishness put his friend in jeopardy again.

“W-Why is it so bad, if t-there was something there. I just wanted to k-know the you I saw in my head that night” He rasped, choking out  his words as his vision only darkened further. 

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[[ I Scream, You Scream~ ]]

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Mukuro could only smile in amusement as he listened to Yamamoto speak, taking note of how his hand was gently squeezed once again. Aside from taking mental notes on Yamamoto’s behavior, he was still in awe in being able to cause these sorts of actions from another human being, and Mukuro could tell it was genuine as well.

"No, Ice cream is fine. Though I am curious as to who has been spreading these rumors about me." He replied, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Yamamoto once again. "However true they might be." Mukuro added, smiling and holding on to the hand in his own a bit tighter.

This was nice, this felt good. For once in a long while the illusionist figured he might get a proper day of normal teenage fun, something up until now he didn’t know he wanted. He’d have to properly analyze that later when the day was through but for now he focused all of his energy into what was happening in that moment, and if he was honest with himself, he genuinely enjoyed it.

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“Just a bird in the wind I promise” He teased, the cheeky grin on his face only growing. He didn’t miss the way the hand in his seemed to close a little tighter. His stomach flipped lightly, and he loved every second of it. Sure the Rain guardian was always smiling, was always happy. But happy to him was just a general state. His mind when left to fall into a neutral mood usually sat in a contented place, choosing to allow optimism to reign supreme over whatever multiple stresses and problems might be weighing down over him at any given time. This was different, this was a real swell of happiness that came over him, as though something had been missing and he didn’t realize until it was right there, holding his hand.

But what made him happier, was the smile he saw on the Mist’s own face.  He hadn’t exactly been close to the other guardian, all things considered but he knew enough to know that gentle, peaceful and smiling weren’t exactly things one thought of when they thought about Mukuro. Yet… Yamamoto couldn’t help but feel that it looked good there, the relaxed expression, the simple smile… It looked like the other needed it more than he did. He found himself hoping that it could be something he could give him more often, not just today, if the other would allow it.

Taking a risk, the boy shifted his hand, turning his palm against Mukuro’s until both their hands were pointing down to the ground  below them.  In a quick  and simple action he used his own fingers to spread the other set, intertwining them in a quick simple motion, hoping the Mist wouldn’t pull them back apart. “It’s just up around that corner” He said simply, pointing with his free hand.

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[[When it rains it pours]] Closed RP

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The white haired male kept his face pressed on to their hands. A soft and happy grin on his face. He was trying his best not to let the tears of happiness spill past his eyelids. So he just kept his eyes closed for a few moments, trying to get himself to calm down and not overwhelm the baseball player.

‘…you’re still here so late, after all it’s already—’

The boxer was intent on listening to those amazing vocals that he was close to believing he may never hear again. But when the raven trailed off like that, it worried him immediately. The older teen’s grey eyes quickly shot open as his stomach dropped and he looked up at the swordsman. He could be fairly dense from time to time, but when it came to Yamamoto, Sasagawa understood a lot of what the other athlete felt.

"Yamamoto? Is something wrong?" His voice picked up in pitch, panicking slightly. Where the hell were the nurses?! Shouldn’t they have come to his room when he’d awoken?

One hand releases the younger junior high student’s hand so he could reach and hit the nurse button, urgently. “Are you in extreme pain? Should I get Garyuu out?” He asks, unable to hide his panic as he looks into the amber eyes of his friend with a fiery intensity, worry showing brightly within his eyes.

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The Rain shook his head quickly, wanting to re-assure his friend that he wasn’t in any pain, besides the dull ache of the stitches in his torso. But that was the problem… He couldn’t feel any pain. In fact he couldn’t feel anything at all. Every second that ticked by was sinking lower and lower in the pit of his stomach… Everything else could move fine, it couldn’t be still the waking up process no matter how badly he wanted it to be.

Swallowing hard he finally looked up, meeting the concerned grey gaze that was staring at him so intensely. Forcing the ever-present smile to his lips he did his best to seem unfazed, but the smile didn’t quite reach amber eyes as panic was burning in his brain, his heart pounding behind his chest as realization was slowly becoming more and more real. “I just… “ he started, his eyes moving to just stare down at where his legs were lying uselessly under the blankets of the bed, straining everything he had to try and get just one toe to move for him.

“Ryohei, I can’t feel my legs” He finally just blurted out, unblinking as he just stared at the sheets, panic finally showing clear on his features.

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[[ Hey, I am going to delete this later, just thought I'd make a post saying that I'm really sorry i've been so absent the last little bit, conventions stole all my time.

But also I just went though both my main blogs here and found a bunch of posts that I either 1) forgot about or 2) hadn't realized I owed a reply on. So I will be getting to all of those today. Once I make all my posts ( They are all going up at the same time) message me here or on Hibari if I missed one that you know you have open with me. I want to get all loose ends going <3 Sorry that I've made you wait so long for some of these. I am really sorry

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[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]] Closed RP with Squaloaloalo

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Squalo’s eye twitched, rage filling him from the tips of his toes to the very ends of his hair.

"You fucking idiot, of course you’re bringing your fucking sword!” He snarled. “I meant everything else. What the hell do you think I’m taking you to Romania for in the first place?” That’s right. He had thought of a forest in rural Transylvania that would work perfectly for their training grounds. The Romanians there spoke a dialect of old Romanian and Ukrainian that Squalo found himself practicing on a whim.

A few years ago, he had found himself in that area, learning of old legends of vampires in the forest from an old woman in the village on the outskirts. With a smirk he went to investigate, finding a group of cannibals instead of bloodsuckers. His sword moved quickly, slaying the plague that fell upon the village. He was thanked with an honorary citizenship. So it was here that he was going to take the Vongola Rain.

Squalo all but shoved the sword back into his hands, pushing him out of the room with a low growl. Xanxus would have been proud of that one, he snickered.

Hours later, Squalo was smuggling the Japanese boy out of Japan and into Eurasia. They went through Russia, the shark’s motherland, instead of past Italy. The threat of the Millefiore was too worrisome in western Europe, but going through Russia was also safer as well as cheaper, Squalo using every connection he had to shield Yamamoto from the ever watching eyes of the Millefiore.

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“Romania?” The Vongola had repeated, his eyes wide as he tried to wrap his head around the concept that they weren’t just going to be training at the Varia estate like he’d thought. No; they were leaving the country. Something he’d only ever done once before when the Cavallone boss had taken him on an impromptu trip to Italy with little explanation.

This “journey” however, was nothing like when Dino had taken him to Europe. That had almost been a vacation; it had been enjoyable, leisurely.  This had been anything but.  Every movement they made had been meticulously calculated and thought-out. He wasn’t to be seen. He’d been warned that he was being watched at every moment regardless of whether he could see the eyes or not. His head was to be kept down. Warned to never make eye contact with anyone. Not to speak to anyone in case it gave away his nationality. Most importantly he was supposed to do everything that Squalo told him to.

Travelling through Russia had been nerve wracking, at least the ways Squalo had taken them. It was like he was an outlaw avoiding being caught by authorities, though he knew the real situation was much more daunting… And more dangerous at that. As they had finally made their way to their intended destination country he finally found himself relaxing enough to speak to the Shark, having spent most of their trip in uncharacteristic silence. 

“So uh… Why are we coming all the way out here? Doesn’t it make more sense to stay back in J—Where we were? Just considering safety, and in case the others need us…” He asked, glancing up at the man beside him, not sure why they were risking so much just to train in a forest… That was all he’d been told.

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[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]] Closed RP with Squaloaloalo

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Squalo shook his head, hair shifting slowly. So it hadn’t been his skill with the sword. That made more sense. However that was often a problem when facing an opponent with flames of the mist. They were able to turn all of your strengths against you. Then, if they were truly sadistic, they’d overload your senses with illusions, making you sick and unable to move.

"And you’re not on good terms with your own family’s mist, are you?" That would be unfortunate. The only mist that Squalo could think of that would be useful in this situation would be Mammon, but seeing as the Arcobaleno had been dead for…. well, a while, Fran was the only one he could think of. There was no way he’d bring Fran into this training. So Squalo had to come up with something else. He himself had some training with illusions… perhaps that could work for the basics.

Squalo shifted on his heels before kneeling and resting back on his ankles. He sighed. “We need to go somewhere more private. You need utmost concentration.” He stood again, going to the door. “Let’s go. Leave everything that could distract you in this room. Items, thoughts, connections… Everything.”

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The Rain opened his mouth to answer, intent on explaining that he might actually have a pretty solid connection to the mist of the Vonogola family, but he stopped, closing his mouth as quickly as it had opened. His ‘connection’ was still an affiliation that he himself didn’t entirely understand, and given the situation they’d all found themselves in, he thought it better not to turn for a favour from a support that might not even exist the way he thought it did.

Instead he merely nodded, he trusted Squalo wholly and completely. In circumstances like the ones they found themselves in, he knew better than to question anything the shark might throw at him. He needed to get stronger, he’d let everyone down in losing and he refused to let that happen again. Tsuna was depending on him to keep them safe, and if he couldn’t even do that, what was he good for?

At the request to leave everything behind he hesitated, how was he supposed to train without his sword? Still, he didn’t question. Sure he could argue that it was counter-productive to be trained by the man he’d defeated, but he wasn’t that ignorant to believe that losing one fight meant a weaker fighter. Squalo had trained for significantly longer; the man knew tricks, techniques and methods from his decades of experience that Yamamoto himself had never heard of. Besides, while he had the memories fresh of their ring fight, ten years had passed since then for the man in front of him, and Yamamoto could only imagine how much stronger Squalo had gotten in that time… He couldn’t help but wonder how his own future-self measured up; and made a note to ask the Shark later if there was time.

Sliding the sword from his shoulder he lay it down on the cold floor, the few things in his pockets joined it. His thoughts and distractions would be harder to leave behind, but a determined look had filled the Rain’s features, a look that only surfaced when he held a sword or a bat, a look that screamed his resolve to be victorious. There wasn’t much Yamamoto was very good at, so when he found something he could excel in, the boy gave his all.

“I’m ready… But, how are we going to train without swords?” He asked, glancing down to where his weapon lay on the floor beside them.

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[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]] Closed RP with Squaloaloalo

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Watching Yamamoto’s unconscious face had just grown to irritate Squalo more, causing him to resort to simply leaving the room and trying to find some other way to dispel his anger. Why was he so angry? It wasn’t like the brat had any way of defeating the phantom knight. Had he been his future self, the one Squalo knew the best, the fight would have been a cakewalk and the Shigure Souen Ryuu master wouldn’t have even needed to loosen his tie.

But this was the young one. It had probably only been months since their fight. Months compared to years. Squalo had to grit his teeth to keep from growling. ‘This was a waste of time’, he wanted to complain. However, perhaps this was how Yamamoto had gotten so strong. He was to get trained intensively by Squalo mere months after defeating him, learning not only more about his own style, but discovering the secrets behind the name of the Sword Emperor.

Squalo thought it was kind of ironic, to be trained by the one you defeated. Not to mention, he felt a sense of elation and victory when he saw the small, white tooth bounce across the tile floor. The Vongola could pay to get it replaced. Squalo silently hoped Yamamoto would ask, seeing as it wasn’t one of the face teeth, but he was sure that the Sawada brat would insist after a point. It didn’t matter.

When the silverette heard the timber of his voice call out his name, he stood. The door opened seconds later, letting Squalo into the room that had once only held the Japanese boy.

"So. What do you think you did wrong?" He wanted to get straight to the point. The swordsmen only had so much time before the next fight and both sides were doing all they could to prepare for the carnage to come. Such carnage, Squalo would smirk, would certainly draw in the sharks to feast.

He waited for Yamamoto to answer, not feeling the effort in him to antagonize or start a fight. He needed to know facts. He needed to know what he had to work on with the boy and what was fine as is. They were crunched for time and Squalo didn’t have the time nor patience to dilly dally.

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Yamamoto slowly pulled himself up to his feet as the older swordsman entered the room. He was still slightly off balance but he managed, knowing it would be just one more thing to be berated for should he stay on the floor.

He was finally able to get a good look at the Shark, having had barely time to even say the man’s name out loud before he’d been knocked out. He looked older, harsher… Though that was probably a decent amount from the fact that he’d managed to piss him off. With a sigh he just listened as he spoke, having hoped they weren’t going to get the gritty details of his loss that quicky.

"So. What do you think you did wrong?"

Wrong. Frowning the baseball player replayed the fight over in his head for what had seemed like the hundredth time. He’d tried so hard to do everything right… Everything Reborn had taught him, everything he’d learned from the DVD’s of Squalo… But Genkishi had those illusions. Experience with illusions was something Yamamoto had little to none of… And it had been made abundantly clear. His drawn sword might as well have been for nothing as much as it had been able to do.

“I wasn’t able to handle his illusions. I couldn’t separate them from reality” He explained with a sheepish sigh, running a hand through his spikey hair. “I’m not used to them at all”

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[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]] Closed RP with Squaloaloalo

Yamamoto gave a weary groan as he slowly opened his eyes, trying to blink the world back into focus. His face was throbbing and his head felt like it was trapped in a cement mixer.  Sitting up on the hard floor he was laying on, the Rain tried to recall where he was, or how he’d gotten there. They’d been training, they’d lost a fight… Quite badly as much as he hated to concede, and were trying to prepare themselves for round two should it come…

Squalo.

The images came flooding back into his head as soon as the memory of the Shark came to him. He winced, remembering the way the man had stormed in, the look of fury in his eyes one that Yamamoto hadn’t seen in quite some time… At least not directed at him. He’d seen the fist draw back, but the time to react just hadn’t been there before everything had gone black. Well that explained the pounding in his head; drawing his hand up to his lips, his finger slid over the gap in his pallet where one of his teeth had been knocked clean out from the force of the punch.

“… That explains the rest of it” He mumbled with a bemused chuckle as he glanced around where he was. He didn’t recognize the room, but considering that they’d been forced into a timeframe he knew nothing about it didn’t surprise him anymore that nothing was familiar. What also didn’t surprise him was the anger the had Shark held. Squalo had always been hard on him since the day of the ring battles, and while Yamamoto knew it was because his defeat meant that every time Yamamoto won a battle after that, it further emphasized that he was a strong swordsman, and justified the Shark’s loss…. But every time Yamamoto lost, it just was throwing salt into the Varia Rain’s wound that someone so useless had beaten him.

… It didn’t help that it had been Genkishi either, someone that Yamamoto remembered very clearly from the tapes that had been given to him all that time ago.

 Drawing his hand away from the gap in his teeth he looked around once more, looking to see if his violent ‘mentor’ was anywhere to be found.

“Squalo?” He called, wincing as his own voice reverberated around the walls, adding to the throbbing in his head. 

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[[When it rains it pours]] Closed RP

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“Doctor, How is Yamamoto!?”

“His condition is severe. The worst should be today and tomorrow. I need to mention this first, but even though we were able to save his life. There’s a good chance he will never be able to walk again.”

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The dreams that played through Ryohei’s mind after he’d passed out on the Rain guardian’s chest left him whimpering oh-so slightly in his sleep.  He dreamt of the horrors of being unable to reach the raven during his time of need. No matter how hard or fast the boxer ran, he couldn’t ever catch up with the younger male. In his dream, Yamamoto looked so scared as he reached for help, but some unseen source kept pulling him away from the white-haired teen. He’d scream and shout, trying to assure the other teen that he’d save him but it seemed hopeless. Just when the masked dream assailant was about to stab the fighter, a hand tugged him from his terror.

The Sasagawa boy awoke, feeling his shirt being tugged on. He was still a bit groggier than usual from falling asleep crying and he assumed the tug was from a nurse telling him he’d passed out and that visiting hours were over. So he took a moment to open his eyes, until he heard his name spoken from lips that he’d yearned so long to hear from.

‘R…. Ryohei?’

The Sun’s heart dropped, his eyes shot open, and he quickly opened his eyes. Grey eyes blinked slowly a few times, he wasn’t sure if this was reality, but a smile quickly spread across his face.

“Yamamoto! You’re really awake!”

He quickly and carefully puts his arms around the fellow athlete in a tight embrace. The elder Japanese teen hides his face in Takeshi’s neck, holding him close. He couldn’t believe that this happened; that his friend was finally awake. The boxer was worried now that his fellow athlete would comment on the fact that he was nearly crying now out of happiness and relief. Pulling back, he looks the raven in the eyes, his hands resting on the other teen’s shoulders.

“Your father and everyone will be relieved to the extreme!”

The fighter was excited to bring Yamamoto’s other loved ones the good news and it showed in his voice. His heart was racing with happiness as he hit the nurse button on Takeshi’s bed.

“Don’t try to move too much, you’ve just recently been in surgery and your body hasn’t had enough time to heal yet. I’ve done my best to help with Garyuu, but I can only do so much.”

The last little bit he said with a sadder and softer tone that wasn’t much like him. Ryohei realized it and quickly cleared his throat.

“What matter’s though, is you’re awake! I’ll get you caught up with all the extreme updates in school and with Sawada and the gang! That is when you’re ready.”

The Sun guardian chuckled, he realized he was rambling now, but he was just so happy. He took the raven’s hand in both of his hands and rested his forehead, closing his eyes and mumbled softly.

“I’m just so glad you’re finally awake.”

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Yamamoto gave a soft chuckle as best as he was able as his friend was quick to pull him into his arms. He wouldn’t have expected anything less from the Sun Guardian, and he let go of his grip on the back of Ryohei’s shirt to properly return the gesture.

He listened as the Boxer spoke, his mind still groggy as it tried to keep up with everything he was being told.  There was so much information to try and take in at once, and he found himself struggling to follow it all, but he smiled none the less, just happy to be hearing that passionate voice and seeing the face that matched it.

“Don’t try to move too much, you’ve just recently been in surgery and your body hasn’t had enough time to heal yet. I’ve done my best to help with Garyuu, but I can only do so much.”

His smile wavered, not missing the way Ryohei’s spirits seemed to dip, and he wanted to say something, to tell the boy that the fact that the Sun had tried at all meant everything to him, the fact that Ryohei had found him when he’d been so close to death was a debt he could never repay. Instead he closed his mouth, allowing the boxer to just keep talking, noting that it was obvious enough that Ryohei needed to let it out.

When the other finally seemed to pause in his pouring dialogue, Yamamoto reached out, resting his free hand on top of the Boxer’s head where it rested against their intertwined fingers.

“I’m glad to be awake… Though I’m surprised you’re still here so late, after all it’s alreay—“

He started, before his voice trailed as his attention was grabbed by something that he’d almost overlooked. Amber eyes looked down at there Ryohei grasped his hand, and rested them against the bed…. Against his lap. The Sun’s head even rested down on top and he realized… He couldn’t feel it. He didn’t feel the pressure, the weight… Frowning he tried to shift his leg under Ryohei and nothing happened. Panic started to flutter in his chest but he suppressed it. It was surely just a side effect of the coma, his body was still waking up and remembering how to respond… Right? Despite his attempts at self reassurance, a frown quickly filled his features as he just stared down at their hands, his expression unreadable.

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[[Overcast]] Closed Rp with an-inside-joke

There was something oddly comforting about Namimori after hours. As the prefect made his way through the dark halls of the school for the evening sweep he couldn’t help but feel something was off. Though every room he peeked his head into seemed fine. Nothing was out of place, nothing was missing… 

It wasn’t until he was heading down the stairwell that he noticed a light shining out across the back fields. The baseball diamond was still lit up despite that the school was closed and empty for the night. A frown found his lips as he sighed. It was out of his way, but he couldn’t leave the diamond’s overhead’s on for the entire night. The frustration for whomever caused him to have to do such a menial task that should have fallen on the team only grew as he made his way across the grass, but as he neared the chainlink fence, he noticed a figure still standing the pitching mound throwing pitch after pitch across an empty homeplate.

Yamamoto Takeshi was still out, and seemed unfazed at the very notion that the sky around him was almost completely dark. It intrigued him, to see someone so focused, so determined in their practice to be able to tune out the world so perfectly. 

Pausing his steps at the fence he just watched, folding his arms over his chest. He’d give the boy till the end of the small pile of baseballs left before he kicked him out. He already spent all the time getting out there, what was 10 more minutes…

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It was late. But the Rain Guardian didn’t notice. His mind only cared about one thing, and that was home plate. Taking a deep breath he stared down, his amber eyes casting over where an invisible batter would stand. He closed his eyes, taking slow inhales as he just let his mind blank. Nothing mattered. Not the cool air around him, not all the different disputes that were fighting for dominance in his mind. Nothing mattered but himself and the diamond right then.

It was his escape, his sanctuary from the mess he’d managed to get himself into without even realizing. When he was able to put his mind into the game, he was able to block everything else out, he’d been that way as long as he could remember. It was his only release, so when he’d almost lost it… His mental state had crumbled faster than even he thought it might.

Drawing his hands to his chest, he opened his eyes, just staring right through the spot the ball needed to go. Winding back his shoulders, his one foot left the dirt of the mound. One more sharp breath, one more exhale and his arms were moving, throwing a perfect line ball through center. The satisfactory sound of the ball cutting through air would have only been further gratifying had the familiar crack of the bat followed, instead of the unsatisfying clank of the chain link fence as the ball rolled into the dirt beside the others.

Glancing up, he finally noticed he wasn’t alone. The Vongola cloud guardian stood on the other side of the fence, watching him with the same impassive expression that he always wore. The Rain frowned, taking his hat off momentarily to wipe a the sweat on his brow before placing it back.

“I suppose I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” He called, a sheepish smile finding his face though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew, the baseball diamond after school hours was still a sensitive subject considering what had occurred only feet away in the locker rooms off the diamond.

… He just wished he’d watched the time. 

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Genie

One wish that could never be reversed? Oh wow, that's a lot of pressure haha. 

Well I guess. I'd wish for pops to be happy, and to have everything he'd need to have a comfortable old age in case I cant be there to help him out for whatever reason.

.... yeah that sounds good

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Incubus

How would someone have to get into my pants? How do they have my pants in the first place? That's kind of rude isn't it?

... ice cream helps...

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Zombie

Do I miss anyone right now? I guess so... But I understand why he had to go away for a while, still.... I hope he knows I'm still thinking about him

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ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?