The Barian's guardian

Can such a cursed fate truly exist?

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface

“I’m mentally fuzzed up in the head Chief-o, did you forget that?

It’s called trauma. But that’s not necessarily your business. And fine, we can get coffee and bagels, because the cinnamon raisins with strawberry cream cheese sounds good. Although….

You might want to make sure you have a mouth for this.”

“Listen, I just got through spending almost 3 years re-establishing order among the other Barians, so most of your guys’ quirks and personalities have slipped my mind.

I honestly don’t even know why you have you’re whole face, but I’m trying hard not to question it. 

Jesus, your sweet tooth is gonna be the death of you. At least that’s not too unhealthy. 

What do you mean I have a mou-. Oh. Damnit.

Getting real sick of that not coming off on its own like it used to.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface

“Son. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I’m handing you a brand new chance with both Thomas and I on a silver frickin’ platter, so just take it instead of reading me your angsty poetry.

I’ll admit that when I saw you, I wanted to smash your face in with the highchair Christopher always threatens to lock me in, but first of all you’re a fucking rock monster and you’d break my chair. And secondly, what purpose would it serve? Why strike up a stupid war again when we are in an era of peace, unlike you?

Your best bet is to talk it out with my son and see where it goes from there. That’s all the advice I can give you.”

“I’m not your son. I have no intention of ever being your son. I get it, you want to be a nicer guy, you’re trying to make up for your past. I respect that and I have no real problems with you anymore. But I don’t see any reason for us to have to get along. I can tell you don’t like me much, so there’s no point in you forcing yourself to. We don’t have to be friends to not fight all the time. 

All you have to do is tolerate me and I will try not to irritate you. Simple and easy, for both of us. But, if you really want to be on friendly terms with me that badly, I’ll consider it.

You have a very bad understanding of how I work. ‘Talking things out’ is not in my repertoire of skills. ‘Dueling things out’, though, I can do that.”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

“I’m telling Chris you’re being mean to me!”

“You know, you Barians and your so called ‘pride’ is what’s irritating me, son. You’re honestly stupid if you think this is some ploy to get at you or something! For crying out loud, shut the hell up and accept my friendship so I can eat cake with you, because I really want cake and I don’t want to be alone!”

And there you go. A temper tantrum. Way to go, Naschy-poo.

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Did you just devolve from a 40 year old to a 4 year old? Calm down, I’m not trying to be mean.

When did I say that? I’m pretty sure I was just giving you permission to ignore me, to save you time and effort. And you know, as good as cake sounds, I don’t like sweets much. If you’re offering to buy me snacks, though, I’m good for a bagel. Maybe some coffee.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“I don’t make assumptions, IV. Finding your father doesn’t necessarily guarantee I’ll find you right after.

‘Power Ranger’?” Nasch looked at himself for only an instant, realizing what the other meant very quickly and returning to his human form.

“This better for you?”

[puppet-master-iv]

“Much better.” He almost mocked for a moment as his lips drew into a smile. “It’s easier to read your expression when it’s the eyes I’m used to glaring at me.” He continued, shifting his weight as he placed a hand on his hip. “So tell me…are we going to start fighting again because I really don’t know how many more times I can say I’m sorry.” 

Another pause as he shifted again, still looking to the other with that awkward smile. “It’s Thomas by the way.” 

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“I’m not glaring at you, it’s just a force of habbit, like calling you IV. Don’t expect either to end any time soon...Thomas. I’ll probably slip back into both by tomorrow.” He frowned a bit deeper at that last ‘question’. 

“I’m not here to start a fight. But, if you wanted to have a duel, I wouldn’t mind beating you around a bit.” His expression softened just a bit, his voice losing the rough edge as he spoke. “You don’t have to apologize. I forgave you a while ago.

If anyone should be apologizing, it’d probably be me.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface

“Son. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I’m handing you a brand new chance with both Thomas and I on a silver frickin’ platter, so just take it instead of reading me your angsty poetry.

I’ll admit that when I saw you, I wanted to smash your face in with the highchair Christopher always threatens to lock me in, but first of all you’re a fucking rock monster and you’d break my chair. And secondly, what purpose would it serve? Why strike up a stupid war again when we are in an era of peace, unlike you?

Your best bet is to talk it out with my son and see where it goes from there. That’s all the advice I can give you.”

“I’m not your son. I have no intention of ever being your son. I get it, you want to be a nicer guy, you’re trying to make up for your past. I respect that and I have no real problems with you anymore. But I don’t see any reason for us to have to get along. I can tell you don’t like me much, so there’s no point in you forcing yourself to. We don’t have to be friends to not fight all the time. 

All you have to do is tolerate me and I will try not to irritate you. Simple and easy, for both of us. But, if you really want to be on friendly terms with me that badly, I’ll consider it.

You have a very bad understanding of how I work. ‘Talking things out’ is not in my repertoire of skills. ‘Dueling things out’, though, I can do that.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface

“Wow, aren’t you such a sweet heart? My new nickname for you is Rock Candy. Aww~

Tell him yourself, you Giant Purple People Eater. You say you’re not afraid of me, and yet you got your pearly ass handed to you by a kid and his glowing alien girlfriend.”

“No, but I figure he’d want to hear from me. I can’t say why he still considers me a friend, but I can’t change his mind either, so I might as well just be a decent friend.

Funny. Seems you and I remember things differently. I remember only losing because of my own card effect, when Yuma did something that no duelist would ever do, normally. Had he decided to win the duel, he would have lost. But he decided not to win, thus he did the only thing that would allow him to win.

In other words, he made a stupid decision and got really lucky. You’re the one who got his ass handed to him, Tron.

If I knew where IV was at the moment, I would. But I only just got here, so I have no clue where he might be.”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

“And yet you still lost even though he wasn’t trying to win. That’s kind of sad there, Naschy-poo, but hey. Villains always lose, isn’t that how it goes?

If you think you’re going to get my Jimmies rustled by that, think again. I accept that I lost to Yuma but I don’t regret it, because now my sons and I can live our lives together in peace. CallmeByronforGod’sSAKE.

If you’re his ‘best friend,’ find him! It’s not my job to reconnect and or reunite star crossed lovers, is it?”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“As I said. It was the only possible way for him to win. Any other decision would have resulted in his loss in that situation. He was lucky. Actually, I shouldn’t say that. He was kind. That’s how he won.

I really don’t care if I make you mad or not. Actually, I don’t care much about you in any regard, Tron. If you think I regret my defeat, then you’re wrong. I don’t have any ill feelings towards it and I wouldn’t even if he hadn’t brought us Barians back, even if our world and our people were gone forever.

Yuma deserved to win more than I did. That’s what our duel proved.”

“We aren’t lovers.”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

“The Rock Candy just got super salty, yuck. Hey listen, you’re my son’s best friend and I’m willing to make amends with you if it made him happy. Why fight when it’s just going to stress everyone out?

But either way, I respect that of you as well.

Also don’t lie to me. You guys are so in love, I saw the bedroom eyes you gave him during your duels.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“I don’t see how not caring about you and being salty are the same thing. I don’t have any intention of fighting with you, it’d be a waste of my time. If any fights start between us, you’d be the ‘trigger’.

You. Respect a Barian? That’s new. I mean, I guess it was mostly Vector that ruined your life, rather than me, but I still killed IV.

I wouldn’t even call us ‘best friends’. Mostly because the last time I really spoke to him, I had just gotten through killing him. Usually not the best sign of a good friend.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Oh, hey, look. I found you. That didn’t take long.”

“Ahem. ‘Sup, IV?”

[puppet-master-iv]

“You were talking to my father and then you found me. Imagine that.” He spoke bitterly sarcastic. “And don’t ‘sup me! Why the hell do you still look like a power ranger rip-off Ryoga?”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“I don’t make assumptions, IV. Finding your father doesn’t necessarily guarantee I’ll find you right after.

‘Power Ranger’?” Nasch looked at himself for only an instant, realizing what the other meant very quickly and returning to his human form.

“This better for you?”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface

“Wow, aren’t you such a sweet heart? My new nickname for you is Rock Candy. Aww~

Tell him yourself, you Giant Purple People Eater. You say you’re not afraid of me, and yet you got your pearly ass handed to you by a kid and his glowing alien girlfriend.”

“No, but I figure he’d want to hear from me. I can’t say why he still considers me a friend, but I can’t change his mind either, so I might as well just be a decent friend.

Funny. Seems you and I remember things differently. I remember only losing because of my own card effect, when Yuma did something that no duelist would ever do, normally. Had he decided to win the duel, he would have lost. But he decided not to win, thus he did the only thing that would allow him to win.

In other words, he made a stupid decision and got really lucky. You’re the one who got his ass handed to him, Tron.

If I knew where IV was at the moment, I would. But I only just got here, so I have no clue where he might be.”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

“And yet you still lost even though he wasn’t trying to win. That’s kind of sad there, Naschy-poo, but hey. Villains always lose, isn’t that how it goes?

If you think you’re going to get my Jimmies rustled by that, think again. I accept that I lost to Yuma but I don’t regret it, because now my sons and I can live our lives together in peace. CallmeByronforGod’sSAKE.

If you’re his ‘best friend,’ find him! It’s not my job to reconnect and or reunite star crossed lovers, is it?”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“As I said. It was the only possible way for him to win. Any other decision would have resulted in his loss in that situation. He was lucky. Actually, I shouldn’t say that. He was kind. That’s how he won.

I really don’t care if I make you mad or not. Actually, I don’t care much about you in any regard, Tron. If you think I regret my defeat, then you’re wrong. I don’t have any ill feelings towards it and I wouldn’t even if he hadn’t brought us Barians back, even if our world and our people were gone forever.

Yuma deserved to win more than I did. That’s what our duel proved.”

“We aren’t lovers.”

[puppet-master-iv]

As I set and listen to my dad and my ‘best friend’ boyfriend Talk about me Like I’m not here.

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Oh, hey, look. I found you. That didn’t take long.”

“Ahem. ‘Sup, IV?”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface

“Wow, aren’t you such a sweet heart? My new nickname for you is Rock Candy. Aww~

Tell him yourself, you Giant Purple People Eater. You say you’re not afraid of me, and yet you got your pearly ass handed to you by a kid and his glowing alien girlfriend.”

“No, but I figure he’d want to hear from me. I can’t say why he still considers me a friend, but I can’t change his mind either, so I might as well just be a decent friend.

Funny. Seems you and I remember things differently. I remember only losing because of my own card effect, when Yuma did something that no duelist would ever do, normally. Had he decided to win the duel, he would have lost. But he decided not to win, thus he did the only thing that would allow him to win.

In other words, he made a stupid decision and got really lucky. You’re the one who got his ass handed to him, Tron.

If I knew where IV was at the moment, I would. But I only just got here, so I have no clue where he might be.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface started following grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass

“Oh god, are you here for revenge?”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

Both of his eyebrows rose quite high as the Barian asked him that question. Wait, why was he still a Barian, anyway?

“Revenge? I have my face and my sons are just fine! What a dumb question, you rock.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Listen, the last time I met one of you, I had just gotten through with sending IV to hell and things did not go well. I just needed to ensure that you weren’t still salty.

Not that I really care, I just don’t feel like indulging in pointless fighting.”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

“I’m still pretty salty, don’t get me wrong.”

“Yuma resolved things and saved my sons. Fortunately for you, Mr. Bolder, I’m more worried about making them happy than fighting the past.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“ ‘Fortunately for me’? You can’t mean that. You know I’m not even slightly afraid of you, right?

Whatever. As long as you’re not annoying me, I don’t care what you do. Tell IV I said ‘Hi’, if you’re still on speaking terms with him.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface started following grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass

“Oh god, are you here for revenge?”

[notaspaceface-deactivated201603]

Both of his eyebrows rose quite high as the Barian asked him that question. Wait, why was he still a Barian, anyway?

“Revenge? I have my face and my sons are just fine! What a dumb question, you rock.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Listen, the last time I met one of you, I had just gotten through with sending IV to hell and things did not go well. I just needed to ensure that you weren’t still salty.

Not that I really care, I just don’t feel like indulging in pointless fighting.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

notaspaceface started following grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass

“Oh god, are you here for revenge?”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

"That’s why I need help from someone. Someone stronger than me."

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“They’d break their hand too. I’m a rock alien, you nerd.”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

“Not if they’re stronger than a rock.”:

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“There is no such person”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

"Rocks are pretty breakable."

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Not my kind of rock.”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

"That’s why I need help from someone. Someone stronger than me."

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“They’d break their hand too. I’m a rock alien, you nerd.”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

“Not if they’re stronger than a rock.”:

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“There is no such person”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

“Someone help me punch Nasch is his mouthless face.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Wouldn’t that just break your hand?”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

"That’s why I need help from someone. Someone stronger than me."

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“They’d break their hand too. I’m a rock alien, you nerd.”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]

“Someone help me punch Nasch is his mouthless face.”

[grinditintoyouwhenibeatyourass]

“Wouldn’t that just break your hand?”

[daddyarclightdearest-deactivate]