Mom worked today and Gus spent the night with YP last night, so I woke up and took Mags and Suki for a walk, then we went and got Gus around lunch time and played for a bit before coming home and joining regular neighborhood festivities in the Grummers' front yard. It's been warm enough lately that they got their pool out.
Ellison (7) moved to the street a while back and she's fit into the mix with the big kids well.
Premise: Here it is, the "Wild Hawk ficlet". Like I said, it's been Stormy's fault, but I guess I looked for this too... I made her listen to this song, which is performed by Wild Hawk's seiyuu, and she said that the dude someway reminded her of Frank Sinatra.
Hence the ficlet. Yep, it'll be a singing Wild Hawk, and this is the song I picked. Besides, watch for the "double fangirl service":
- first fanservice: singing Wild Hawk. (◡‿◡✿)
- second fanservice: singing Wild Hawk without his mask! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
WELP! This is all, enjoy! <3
Title: That's Life
Characters: Wild Hawk only and a small appearance of his (new) teammates
Rating: For everyone.
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Everyone has their own way of relaxing before an important event, and Leaguer makes no exception.
Wild Hawk glanced at his new teammates -"Red Flyer" was the name of that new team-, noticing how they all had their own way of relaxing before the incoming match against Silver Castle.
To the maroon mecha, that situation looked unreal: first he was in another team, then he left them and became one of the so-called "Hagure Leaguers" serving under Yami no Kikoshi. In the meanwhile he'd been told to compete in a match with the Black Lagoons against Silver Castle, in which eventually he'd recovered is long forgotten sportsmanship. Eventually he left Yami no Kikoshi and accepted to play that off-season game, after which he'd entered that new team.
To his utmost surprise, Wild Hawk had been then added to the Leaguers chosen to play in the World Championship and, with even more surprise, his team would've faced none other than Silver Castle: he would've met yet again all those Leaguers who'd restored his Leaguer's spirit and pride... He would've met again Magnum Ace himself!
The thought of that imminent encounter warmed the oil within his tubes so much that Wild Hawk could almost feel it literally boiling. Damn, if he'd stepped on the field in that state, he would've collapsed for the excessive heat in a matter of minutes... He needed to chill out first, to keep his own mind someway busy so not think too much at that situation.
After warning his teammates, the Baseball Leaguer moved to a smaller and quieter place right next to the control room, which looked like a small waiting room with a two-seats couch next to a table and, in a corner, a vending machine for Leaguers.
Wild Hawk moved to that dispenser, selecting a coffee-flavoured oil, then he sat on the couch with a thoughtful expression. He came into that room because it was quiet, but... Perhaps it was too quiet.
The maroon mecha looked at the table at his right, right next to the side of the couch he'd been sitting on, seeing a small radio with a CD player and a small pile of audio CDs neatly set in their case.
Wild Hawk leaned the still closed can on the floor for a moment, then he took the case carefully and read the titles on each CD cover, eventually choosing the one which captured his attention the most and taking it gently out of the case, while leaning the item back at its place.
Then he set the CD in the player and, after picking the oil can up, he relaxed against the backrest of the couch heaving a sigh, as the first notes began to fill the air at a low volume; after all, the maroon mecha just wanted a moment to relax, not to bother the rest of the team in any way.
Wild Hawk undid his own mask, which opened in half and retracted silently into each side of his own helm, then he took small sips of that "Coffee-Oil", slowly letting himself to go with the music. He knew that song by heart, for that was one of the singers which often his former Owner used to listen to.
He just never grasped the full meaning of that song till now, finding it terrifyingly accurate for the past events which led him to be part of the Red Flyers.
"I said that's life,
and as funny as it may seem.
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream..."
Unintentionally, the maroon mecha began to hum slowly over the tune, increasing it into a singing little by little he emptied the oil can.
The Baseball Leaguer stopped right away casting a quick and suspicious glance at the entrance, as if he'd feared that someone on the other side could've heard him. But the door remained closed, which eventually encouraged him further to get into a real singing.
"I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race"
Wild Hawk stood up and went to dispose of the empty can in a trash bin next to the vending machine, then he made a half spin and got back to the couch, where he sat back down, leaning his right arm on the armrest of the couch and following the rhythm of the song by swinging lazily his hand in the air, closing his dark lilac optics for a moment. The maroon mecha had also began to tilt his head faintly side by side, now fully raptured by the song till the end.
"That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shaking come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die..."
"My... My..." The Baseball Leaguer sang those last notes reopening his eyes; on his faceplate was depicted a small and delighted smile. Finally, he'd succeeded to calm his nerves down, and now he felt all charged up for the match.
A muffled noise coming from the door made Wild Hawk turning suddenly towards its source.
"Oh... Damn it..." The maroon mecha murmured, when he realized what had just happened, pinching the bridge of his nose and heaving a sigh while shutting again his eyes, trying to not blush violently for the shame at the same time.
He'd been so lost in that song that he didn't notice that one of his teammates, a Leaguer wearing the number two in the middle of his helm, had stepped in with the intent of calling Wild Hawk to tell him that it was time.
And now that other mecha had frozen on the threshold with a stunned expression, while his bat had just slipped from his hand to the floor, causing that muffled noise he'd heard.
"Please, not a word. To anyone." Wild Hawk grumbled, settling his own mask back at its usual place.
"B-But why?" The other stammered, then he shook his head as if he'd wanted to get rid of his own shock, and then added: "I mean, did you ever actually listen to yourself? You're... You're awesome, man!"
"Because it's a thing I'd rather to keep for myself." The maroon mecha did nothing but answer, standing up from the couch and stopping the CD, then setting it back into its cover and finally into the case with the others. Then he heaved another sigh turning to the other and, as he approached him, he asked, almost in a whisper: "You... Do you really think that I am that good?"
"Nah, actually a drunk goose sounds better than you." The other snorted, rolling his optic sensors, then he looked back at Wild Hawk. "Of course you are! You almost sounded like that singer!" He exclaimed in a low voice, in order to not be heard by the others and avoid unwanted attentions.
"Sooo... May I call you Wild Frankie from now on?" The reddish and brown mecha then asked. Wild Hawk just cast him a meaningful glare: do it, and you'll regret it. A lot. For a long time to come.
"Okay, okay, I was just kidding!" The Baseball Leaguer said, raising his hands till his own chest in a surrender gesture with an amused smirk. By now he'd been knowing Wild Hawk for long enough to have learned that the maroon mecha would've never dared to harm anyone of his teammates, especially not for a futile reason such as a silly and harmless nickname. "C'mon, now. It's time to go." He then added gently, nodding towards the door which connected the control room to the baseball field.
The other Baseball Leaguer nodded with a barely audible 'hm', activating his own orange visor as he stepped on the court along with the other Red Flyers. Again, he felt the thrill for the incoming game, but this time he also managed to keep his own focus while taking his own position on the pitching mound, as the first Leaguer of Silver Castle took his place on the batting box.
Wild Hawk smiled inwardly; that, to himself, would've been yet another memorable game.
