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Stand! Bow! Good morning, everyone! [Indie Ishimaru RP blog. Please tag everything for me as " mvertueux " with no space or hyphen or I will not see your post.] Relationship: None M!A: None

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"...The end of the semester is so close. Does anyone require tutoring?!"

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I've been doing some reading of...William Shakespeare. I feel as though it's important for me to appreciate this author and playwright.

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...!!

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[Ok. No. Let's not do this today. I am in no mood.]

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...It is freezing.

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HE COULD ALWAYS JUST CHUCK ‘EM IN THE TRASH OR FEED HIM TO HIS ELVES OR SOMETHIN’! HE DON’T GOTTA EAT ‘EM ALL!

{{WELP, GOOD THING ISHIMARU’S LEG STRENGTH IS MUCH MORE SUBSTANTIAL THAN HIS ARM STRENGTH BECAUSE HE SUCCEEDS IN SHOVING MONDO OFF. And he just…rolls onto the ground.

Man, yer way too serious ‘bout this shit.

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[It's nice to be the winner. Ishimaru sits up, brushing himself off a little.]

How would you feel if you made cookies for me and I threw them away or gave them to someone else without taking a bite?

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WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’ WITH YOUR LEGS—GET ‘EM OFF—

{{THIS HAS TURNED INTO FULL BLOWN WRASSLIN’. Time to try and counter roll and straddle the motherfucker. Pin his arms over his head.

HE’S A FATASS, KYOUDAI, JUST ADMIT IT!

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I REFUSE TO GIVE UP.

[Oh. Okay. No way could beat Mondo's arm strength. Instead, he slides his legs back, pressing his knees against his own chest and using his feet to try and push Mondo off .]

HE IS LARGE BECAUSE HE HAS TO EAT MANY COOKIES FROM AROUND THE WORLD MADE BY CARING CHILDREN.

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{{He didn’t actually expect Ishimaru to do it.

{{He didn’t expect Ishimaru to actually succeed in taking him down either.

WHOA WHAT THE FUCK, KYOUDAI?! DON’T TELL ME YER GETTIN’ WORKED UP ABOUT A BIG FAT MAN IN A GODDAMN CHERRY SUIT?!

{{Time to headlock Ishimaru. Playfully.

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[Given that Mondo was quite bigger, he feels no guilt in using his thighs to squeeze Mondo in an attempt to roll him over.]

HE IS NOT FAT HE IS JUST JOLLYYYYYYY!

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They taste almost dirty, unfortunately!

The disappointment I feel is immense.

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…Santa Claus? Like that big red fat white guy? No? Everyone knows he ain’t real, Kyoudai. Wait—do ya believe in him?

Grapplin’? You? Ya never said that to me before! Bring it on, man!

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[There he goes, latching onto Mondo like a Koala and trying to pull him down to the ground.]

SANTA IS REAL. DO NOT SAY OTHERWISE SO LOUDLY.

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…Yeah? What the fuck is it? Is it the coat thing again? I already told ya I ain’t changin’ that…at least I think I told ya I ain’t. Anyway, I ain’t.

{{At least he was smiling…Mondo was sure he’d never see his kyoudai smile again. He couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by a wave of relief—and suddenly he started beaming in return as he continued to hang off the other’s shoulders.

—Heh! Even if ya tried, I don’t think ya’d get pretty far!

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...Certainly not. I have already mentioned the coat to you this week. Kyoudai-- Do you believe in Santa Claus?

[Oh no. It was a challenge.]

Ha Ha Ha! Amusing! But I am well trained in grappling! I would be glad to teach you if you ask humbly!

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Bring it up later—I ain’t that weak.

{{He fell silent once more, almost…afraid…to look the other in the eye. But damn it. He was a man. He couldn’t be afraid of the truth…he couldn’t be afraid of hurting Ishimaru more than he already had…He had to take this strange new world and use this new opportunity to its fullest. Somehow, Ishimaru wasn’t dead. That’s all that mattered. Mondo’s dull purple eyes eventually worked their way back upward, staring directly into Ishimaru’s red, wide eyes.

I fuckin’ promise it! It’s a man’s promise, so don’t think I’ll fuckin’ forget either!

{{He grabbed the other and pulled him into an awkward hug—a mixture of a side-hug and a full-blown bear hug. He couldn’t cry…but he was damn close.

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...Fine, fine. I will scold you later. Prepare yourself, because I'm very cross about something.

[He found himself a little confused by the eye-contact. It was relatively abnormal for Mondo...but not unwanted. Afterall, Ishimaru saw it as a mutual respect signal. A goofy sort of grin curved his lips, but faded as he was pulled into the awkward hug.]

...I'm glad you've snapped out of it, Kyoudai! I was afraid I'd have to wrestle you into submission in the hallway.

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Y—yeah…but that’s because ya fuckin’ deserved it! Ya deserve a lot more! Ya deserve to fuckin’ live out yer life and become prime minister and do all the rest of the shit you wanna do!

{{He was finally starting to run out of steam…starting to reveal nothing but the fragile, weak mess he was on the inside. He was so goddamn weak. But…at least Ishimaru…wouldn’t judge him for that…and if he did, he deserved it. Mondo let go, shoving his hands in his pockets and averting his gaze, taking a few moments just to breathe.

Yer…alive…

I’m not gonna question it anymore. Just…stay fuckin’ alive! Don’t make me…m..,

{{“Don’t make me miss you like that again”.

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...I...was going to scold you, you know. I was going to give you quite a tongue-lashing. ...It hardly seems appropriate now.

[Whatever it was that had gotten into Mondo and made him a mess...seemed to fade a little at least. Ishimaru knew he shouldn't ruin it by bringing up anything else now. ...That could wait for another time.]

...I don't intend to go anywhere until I am a ripe old age, kyoudai. Please promise me the same, will you?

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Ya still keep thinkin’ that?! Even after everything I fuckin’…you—! Yer too damn kind! Goddamn it! Why the fuck did you have to…!

{{Damn it—was he crying? He couldn’t stand it when the other started to tear up, not only because it was unmanly, but also because this was someone who he had chosen to give the title brother to. Any brother of his didn’t deserve to cry. He gripped Ishimaru even more tightly, but ceased shaking him.

If ya really ain’t dead…do ya not remember bein’ trapped? Not Maizono or Kuwata dyin’? Not Enoshima dyin’…none of that?!

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...You were kind to me first...

[Despite the other's grip tightening on him, Ishimaru dabbed at his eyes with the handkerchief he had in his pocket, desperate to at least get to a point where he could speak properly.]

...Trapped? ...I've never been trapped anywhere...and none of our classmates have died, Oowada-kun...I don't understand why they would have.

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Tch—! Kyoudai…Kyoudai, ya don’t even know who the fuck yer talkin’ to! Ya seriously don’t think a bosozoku can’t kill a man?! Fujisaki…I didn’t wanna kill the kid…but I killed him anyway! I fuckin’ killed him! I’m a goddamn murderer!

What the fuck don’t ya understand, Ishimaru!?

{{He angrily gripped the other boy’s shoulders in return, shaking him as he did so.

DON’T TRY T’LIE AND MAKE ME FEEL BETTER! I…I know ya don’t mean wrong. Yer a nice ghost…but ya don’t need to lie to me…

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...A...bosozoku might...and you could...but...kyoudai...you aren't a bad man...I don't know why you would...

[Ishimaru muttered, beginning to  silently sob as he was shaken.]

...What would prove I'm real to you? What would prove to you that I'm not a ghost, kyoudai?

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Nightmare?!

{{He was still breathing heavily, clenching and unclenching his fists. Those stupid fucking fists that could never do anything right except destroy and break—this stupid fucking body that could never save a goddamn thing but had to sit by and watch people die—

It ain’t a nightmare…I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on anymore…but yer definitely dead! I did it…I fuckin’ killed Fujisaki…then…then everyone else died, too…how the fuck don’t ya remember?!

{{Clench. Unclench. He could still smell the blood on his hands. That sharp rusty scent that never really left his mind.

It’s only me now—!

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...You-- ....I don't know...what you've done to make yourself think this...but you're wrong. You...wouldn't hurt someone like that. Not Fujisaki-kun. Not anyone.

[Dropping his previous attempt at surrender, he grips onto the larger male's shoulders.]

Look at me! Oowada Mondo, look at me! I'll get you through this! I've seen Fujisaki-kun today...as fine as ever! I saw everyone today! Everyone was happy! Everyone was overjoyed to see each other as they always are! You are mistaken!