TRANSCRIPT: August 29, 2:12 AM
[Note: The following contains implications/references of and to a variety of abuses. Drug use and sexual content is explicitly mentioned and described.]
[Note: Official recording started midway conversation. The above is paraphrased.]
[Note: Uncensored transcript requires further authoritzation.]
.. ... @ua-hawks ...
[Incoming call. Hawks is still putting himself back together at home. The rustle of a jacket being thrown over something and his clumsy, erratic footsteps can be faintly heard.]
[Shichirou picks up. It's quiet on his end asides from the soft rustling of wings.]
SHICHIROU: ... ▇▇▇▇▇? Sweetheart, what's happening...
[He stifles a yawn, his voice slow and heavy with sleep.]
HAWKS: Hi,
[Hawks' voice is drained of energy, yet he's still rushing. He hasn't been able to get out of his work headspace.]
HAWKS: Sorry. Did I wake you up?
[The way his words slur becomes more obvious.]
SHICHIROU: No, no...
[More rustling, the soft sound of fabrics moving together this time. There's a soft creak of a mattress as Shichirou sits up in bed.]
SHICHIROU: Have you been drinking? You haven't answered my question...
[A door shuts. Hard.]
HAWKS: Yeah.
[He's pacing. Restless. Exhausted.]
HAWKS: What'd you say?
SHICHIROU: What is going on?
[His voice is suddenly stern, though only slightly so. Still, it's a clear change of tone, all the drowsiness in his voice suddenly gone.]
SHICHIROU: Tell me what has you so upset.
HAWKS: I don't know. I just. I had to like-I had t'arrest or-no-I had to bring a kid in, to like a hospital...
[As he explains the distress rises. He's talking before he can even find the words to say what he needs to say.]
HAWKS: I was on my way to my meeting with Dabi and he was there and I don't know why-he's a-a fuckin ua kid, you have to have heard about it,
[It's completely silent as he listens. He only interrupts by the end, his voice quiet, firm and calm.]
SHICHIROU: Hawks. You are our main source on the League at this moment. Everything we hear, we hear through you.
[He waits a moment for his words to (hopefully) cut through his panic before continuing.]
SHICHIROU: Please clarify. You've brought in a UA student? Name? And which hospital is he in, are you there now?
HAWKS: Monoma.. [A sharp, shaky breath interrupts him.] Neito. Monoma Neito...
[He does pause. Let himself calm down as much as he can. The pacing stops.]
HAWKS: Sorry... 'm sorry I just... He was so fucked up, Chirou, I can't even.. I shouldn't be doing this right now I just need to write the fucking report and-and I need to get back to my interns and..
[He barely catches a gasp as he starts crying. It's sudden, even to himself, suppressing it best he can. He doesn't want Shichirou to know how weak he's gotten.]
SHICHIROU: ...
[He waits a few moment, listening to his stifled tears. Quietly, he writes down the boy's name. Then, he presses a program to start on his phone to record the rest of the conversation, cursing himself quietly for not doing that right at the start.]
SHICHIROU: You don't need to be doing anything right now, Hawks...
[He sighs, urging patience back into himself. He wants more information on the case but it'd have to wait...]
SHICHIROU: What have I told you about taking care of yourself? That's what's most important. Just concentrate on letting it all out, please, you'll feel better... I want you to be okay.
... Do you need to come over?
HAWKS: Yeah, well-
[Unintentionally, Hawks snaps, catching himself for a second.]
HAWKS: I can't exactly do that when I'm at everyone's fucking beck and call, can I? Dabi could hit me up at like 5 am and be like ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ and I'd probably do it just cuz it's the mission.
[He let's go again.]
HAWKS: And he has! And he has. And I do it. And I feel disgusting and-fucking Monoma-▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ I...
SHICHIROU: ...
[He sighs again, a slow, careful breath.]
SHICHIROU: Was he...? Hawks, can you explain what you saw? Please?
[A pause as he frowns to himself.]
SHICHIROU: You're doing good work, love... You really are. It's all going to be so worth it when we're done, I promise you.
HAWKS: I...
[He lets out an aggravated sigh.]
HAWKS: I saw ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. That's it. I went to where our meeting was gonna be and Monoma was ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ He was all sortsa fucked up and I pulled him aside and he-I don't know, maybe he thought I was someone else but ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ and I.. I don't know...
[Another shuddering breath, more tears.]
HAWKS: ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇... [He forces a sad chuckle.]
SHICHIROU: ... ▇▇▇▇▇ ...
[He'll have to cut that out from the recording. The commission was well aware of Hawks' true name but he still tries to respect the boy's privacy nonetheless.]
SHICHIROU: It's okay. It's okay...
[So much to unpack and try and soothe away. Shichirou rises from the bed, starting to snap the lights of his house on.]
SHICHIROU: Please, come over. I'd like to see you. About the boy, unless he ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇-
[He pauses, shakes his head.]
SHICHIROU: Remember, Dabi is a violent criminal, Monoma's probably been abused into a mindset that makes him ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇, it doesn't mean he does. It's a good thing you caught them before this could get even worse, because now we can help him, and now we can press more charges against Dabi when we finally arrest him. Does that make sense, dear?
HAWKS: ...
HAWKS: One second..
[Hawks drops his phone, wiping his face and letting another few sobs shake his body before he collects himself again and picks up again.]
HAWKS: ...
It does.
...
But I don't think I wanna move.
[Already, Shichirou is throwing open his closet so he can retrieve a jacket.]
SHICHIROU: I can come to you. Tell me where you are, please.
[He shakes his head again, muttering to himself, floorboards creaking under his feet as he strides.]
SHICHIROU: You're drunk, you shouldn't be moving much anyway... Are you on any other drugs right now?
HAWKS: I'm at my place...
[Hawks is on the floor, sitting against his bed. He feels ready to pass out. He probably will by the time Shichirou gets to him.]
HAWKS: Yeah. Dunno what. Dabi likes to give me shit... Think it wore off though.. 'm getting sober too..
[A pause and he lifts himself again, wandering to his kitchen, mumbling to himself as he opens cabinets until he finds what he wants.]
HAWKS: Fuck..
SHICHIROU: I'll bring a drug test kit.
[There's a jingle as he snatches his keys from his desk.]
SHICHIROU: Depending on what it is in your system, that's possession. That's another charge, Hawks, you're doing so well. Are you drinking water? You should be laying down...
HAWKS: Yeah, well.
[A pause-he drinks. Its just a shot of vodka.]
HAWKS: I know he's got ecstasy and opiates and shit. Dunno where he gets it. Coke. Other shit, probably. Dunno.
[Another shot.]
HAWKS: I'm fine.
SHICHIROU: Hm.
[Silence as he considers that. He slips his shoes on and throws the door open, steps loud against the pavement outside.]
SHICHIROU: Try and find out his sources. Drug crime has been on the rise again.
...
Go lie down. I'm not telling you again.
HAWKS: Mmm...
[The phones microphone is covered momentarily, uncovered once Hawks has set down the shot glass again.]
HAWKS: Fine.
[He finds his way to the couch, sinking down into it and almost relaxing.]
SHICHIROU: Thank you.
[A variety of sounds as Shichirou unlocks his car and gets inside, the usual shuffle of trying to adjust his wings comfortably continuing for a few long moments.]
SHICHIROU: I'll be there in 20 minutes. Can you keep me on the line, please? You don't have to keep talking much if you don't feel up to it anymore.
HAWKS: What, you worried I'll die between now and then..
[Hawks huffs out like he's trying to laugh, listening to the faint sound of his wings. It'd be better if he was there.]
HAWKS: I'll be fine...
[Hands pat against his pants and shirt, trying to find his cigarettes and a lighter, unsuccessful with both.]
SHICHIROU: Yes. I am worried.
[Shichirou falls quiet. He starts the car, pulling out into the road. For a long moment, the only sound from his end is the hum of the engine.]
SHICHIROU: ▇▇▇▇▇, you're allowed to take breaks sometimes. I hope you know that.
HAWKS: ...
[Silence falls on his end. He listens to Shichirou's car, his soothing voice.]
HAWKS: Not really.
[Shichirou chuckles. It's a sad sound.]
SHICHIROU: ...
SHICHIROU: I care about you. You know that at least, yes?
HAWKS: I do.
[More silence.]
HAWKS: I hate this.
HAWKS: ...
HAWKS: I hate... it.
SHICHIROU: I know. ... I'm sorry.
HAWKS: I can't take a break... And I don't even know when I'll be able to. IF I'll be able to. Fuck, I might DIE before this ends, I...
[A sharp gasp and he's crying again, swearing to himself.]
HAWKS: I'm sorry...
SHICHIROU: ...
[Silence as he listens to him start to cry again.]
SHICHIROU: ... Do I need to take you off this case?
[He says it as gently as he can manage.]
[That sobers Hawks' thoughts for a moment, somewhat.]
HAWKS: No...
[He breathes the word out, wiping his face and forcing himself back together.]
HAWKS: No. No, I'm the best fit for it and we're already this far and... No.
HAWKS: ...
HAWKS: 'm just drunk and high and shit don't... Just. Just ignore me, alright...
SHICHIROU: I have no intentions of ever ignoring you, love.
[Another soft sigh.]
SHICHIROU: I'll keep that in mind, however. No need for any rash actions, I'll keep quiet... I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me, ▇▇▇▇▇.
[He makes a pained sound, but nods.]
HAWKS: Still don't love that you call me that...
SHICHIROU: Sorry, sorry... Habit.
[A few seconds of silence, then:]
SHICHIROU: Do you have food at home? I can pick something up for you if you'd like. You should eat something small at least, it'll help absorb the drugs in your system.
HAWKS: It's fine. 's whatever....
Nah, I don't have much here... nothin I want, at least... Just.. pick up whatever, I'll eat it...
...
▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇.
[Shichirou chuckles a little, fond.]
SHICHIROU: ▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇, too.
HAWKS: Are you gonna be here soon...
SHICHIROU: Few more minutes...
HAWKS: Good... okay.. thank you.
SHICHIROU: Of course.
HAWKS: ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇ ...
SHICHIROU: ▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇, too.
I'm almost at the door.
[A few more seconds of silence and Hawks hangs up.]