#skill (hamatora)

[wavervelvett]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Final chapter. Thanks folks. It’s been real.

Skill stands with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out across nothingness. He doesn’t acknowledge Art’s presence at all at first, and Art remembers those afternoons on the Facultus rooftop, gazing across a city they thought they could someday claim as their own. He’d promised his brother so much back then.

[microphilia2]

i’ve been drawing The Favorite Boy a lot ... my personal favorites are the first and last bghbr i can never decide on my fav hair color of his but i think it’s the first

[microphilia2]

skill ... u deserved better ... how come everyone else got to come back to life but u

[sightless-observer-blog]

Happy birthday, Skill!

[judette-mathis]

Night time view

Series: Hamatora,

Niceart week/Day 6: prompt, Childhood

Rating: PG

Words: 650

AO3

Summery: Nice, Art and Skill go to the roof of falcultas to look at the city at night

Note: This is really darn cute, and I hope this has enough to count as niceart, cause lol their kids so not much happens.

***

Things were simpler when Skill was around, that's what Art believed, and despite his hatred for Falcultas, there were times Art wished he could go back to those simpler days.

“Yo Art wake up!” A young voice called, causing Art to reluctantly open his eyes and look at the boy calling his name.

“Nice…” Art groaned as he slowly sat up. He glanced back at his brother still sleeping soundly behind him then at Nice. “What do you want so late at night?” he asked curiously.

Nice grinned cheekily and chuckled. “Come to the roof with me!” he asked excitedly. Art raised an eyebrow. They had never been to the roof at nighttime, was that allowed?

“Won’t we get in trouble?” Art asked. He rather not have to get in trouble for breaking the rules because of Nice, and he doubted they would go easy on him considering he already lacked a minimum.

“It’ll be fine Art, so come on!” Nice persisted. Art wasn't so sure about the idea, but he also was greatly aware that the boy wouldn't simply give up just because it didn't sound smart.

“I…”

As Art was debating the choice, a small moan sounded from behind him and he looked back to see Skill sitting up. His brother rubbed at his eye and stared at the two groggily.

“Big bro, Nice? What are you two talking about?” He asked tiredly. He was enjoying himself a nice dream before they started talking so loudly. He would have stayed asleep but he was curious about what they were discussing.

“Oh, Skill, I'm sorry did we wake you?” Art asked, feeling bad for not controlling his volume. Nice on the other hand only grinned wider.

Skill then nodded his head at Art.“Yes you did. I was having a nice dream too…” Skill seemed rather displeased about being awoken. Art thought to himself that he would have to buy him a snack the next morning.

“Hey you want to come with us Skill,” Nice asked. Skill looked confused by the question. Join them where? And was it far, because he didn't want to do a bunch of walking, or anything at the moment.

“Go where?”

Nice pointed up at the ceiling. “To the roof!” he explained.

Skill looked contemplative. He had never been to the roof at night, and he was curious about how that large building and the rest of the city looked from that view. “Okay!”

Art watched the two, then sighed. He had no choice now. “Fine I’ll come, but only because Skill is going!” Art finally said, even though he still didn’t like the idea at all.

“Yay!” Nice cheered.

The three small boys put on some shoes then left the room and wandered on to the rooftop with minor difficulties… Somehow.

Upon seeing the sight Nice thought they should see so urgently. Skill and Art’s eyes sparkled with amazement. The city sparkled at night. Skill ran near the fence and stared out astonished.

“It's so pretty!” Skill said in awe.

Nice was about to follow Skill but noticed Art was still standing in front of the door and grabbed his hand. “Come on Art!” He called, and pulled the boy along.

Art didn't know why, but he blushed faintly from his hand being held.

Once they were up to where Skill was standing. Art looked out at the scenery and opened his mouth wide. It really was beautiful.

Nice watched him with a smile. “I'm glad, i wanted to see your face in awe.”

Art looked at Nice, then down at their hands, and squeezed it. “Thank you…”

Skill watched the two with a grin. “Nice you sly dog!” He taunted.

Nice faced Skill and blushed. “N-No that's!” Nice started, but gave up as Skill and Art both started laughing.

However despite Nice's protest, he still held onto Art’s hand the entire time.

[judette-mathis]

48 for Moral and Skill

Titles: Perfect excuse

Series: Hamatora

Rating: PG

Words:  435

AO3

Summery: Moral receives an unexpected surprise on his way home; a surprise he quite likes.

Note: I was just gonna make this another chapter of “a tragic prisoner” but decided against it. lets just say this is part of the romcom AU and run with it XD

***

After presumably dropping Skill off at home, Moral walked back to his own place alone. It was night time.

Moral gazed up at the moon with dazed eyes as he walked, and thought about Skill. The boy was young, much younger than he was, but, he felt a strange attachment to him he could only think to describe as affection.

Yet he could not exactly try to figure out if that was truly what he was feeling; because he was positive if he even so much as looked at Skill inappropriately, his brother, Art, would be out for blood. Not that he blamed him for the over protective nature.

Skill was…innocent much more than he. Moral was almost certain if the boy knew his past he wouldn’t want to be around him so much. Moral wanted to tell him eventually, but not now; it would make things troublesome.

He wondered if the boy was sleep already? It was late after all-

“Boo!”

Moral didn’t jolt, instead he simply turned around and looked at Skill blankly. Why was he? “What are you doing here?” Moral asked curiously. He knew he dropped him off, so why was he standing right in front of him.

Skill held his hands behind his back and smiled almost mischievously at the grown man. “I followed you,” he answered honestly. Skill seemed to be neglecting how dangerous what he did was.

“That was foolish. Why did you follow me?” He was trying to be neutral about it, and not show just how concerned he was about the boys choice to follow him in the middle of the night.

“You left your phone,” he said, pulling the small object out of his pocket. Well at least it was a decent enough reason, but he still didn’t approve.

“You could have waited until tomorrow.”

“But I had the perfect excuse to see you now so why not use it?”

Moral stared at him in disbelief. This boy was going to be the death of him. “At least your honest… I’m taking you back,” Moral said. He didn’t want to go through the horrid backlash if he decided to bring the boy to his place.

Skill pouted. “Can I hold onto your arm?” Skill said, almost as if that was his condition for silently going back home. Moral sighed. Definitely going to be the death of him.

“Fine…” He held out his arm, then Skill clung to it happily. Moral glanced at him and smiled faintly.

Ah, but maybe he didn’t mind Skill’s little mischievousness. After all, he also really wanted to see him.

[kwrph]

Art sees his brother suffering. He panics and stabs it.

[vanitypimples]

I will regret this thoroughly in the morning. Morning, morning, not this 2AM morning. An old sketch of motorcycle racer!Art and Skill and Nice cheering him.