Yagyuu Hiroshi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
usedlaserbeam) wrote2012-01-20 06:56 pm
usedlaserbeam) wrote2012-01-20 06:56 pm
Entry tags:
- always glorious always victorious,
- anniversary,
- charming disarming and quite alarming,
- denial: not just a river in egypt,
- let's get philosophical,
- my pokeymans let me show you them,
- no really i'm the responsible one,
- somehow this is all niou's fault,
- such a nice boy,
- teammates whaaaar,
- ▶ goldenrod city
017 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
[It may seem like an odd endeavor, wandering the snowy streets of Goldenrod in such relatively unpleasant weather, but sure enough, that's precisely what Yagyuu's doing today. It's not the first time he's gone over these streets and it almost certainly won't be the last; he's not so much exploring today as he is just walking the familiar byways, his breath making translucent clouds in the chilly air.
There's a Vulpix riding along with him, curled around his shoulders and supported atop his backpack, nuzzled in close to his neck like an oversize, furry, Fire-type scarf. If the weight or the awkwardness of ferrying her in that way bothers him, he certainly doesn't show it; his own scarf is draped light but snug from his neck to his chin, and the collar of his heavy winter coat is turned up as added protection against the cold.
He's carrying a few bags with him, of varying sizes, all unmistakably from the Goldenrod Department Store—evidently, he's been out shopping. And perhaps he still is, because at the moment he's stopped in front of the frosted glass window of a jewelry store, peering in at the display and watching the light catch the facets of the gemstones as they glitter against their black velvet backings.]
Another four days and you'll be six months old, Masako. It is strange how time flies, isn't it?
[He's speaking quietly, more to himself than the little fox on his shoulders.]
And strange, too, how much can change in seven months.
[And he seems to dwell on that, lost in thought, as the jewels gleam bright in the window and the fine mist of his condensing breath drifts and disperses in the cold afternoon air.]
There's a Vulpix riding along with him, curled around his shoulders and supported atop his backpack, nuzzled in close to his neck like an oversize, furry, Fire-type scarf. If the weight or the awkwardness of ferrying her in that way bothers him, he certainly doesn't show it; his own scarf is draped light but snug from his neck to his chin, and the collar of his heavy winter coat is turned up as added protection against the cold.
He's carrying a few bags with him, of varying sizes, all unmistakably from the Goldenrod Department Store—evidently, he's been out shopping. And perhaps he still is, because at the moment he's stopped in front of the frosted glass window of a jewelry store, peering in at the display and watching the light catch the facets of the gemstones as they glitter against their black velvet backings.]
Another four days and you'll be six months old, Masako. It is strange how time flies, isn't it?
[He's speaking quietly, more to himself than the little fox on his shoulders.]
And strange, too, how much can change in seven months.
[And he seems to dwell on that, lost in thought, as the jewels gleam bright in the window and the fine mist of his condensing breath drifts and disperses in the cold afternoon air.]
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Talking about Yukimura does only make light of a few things relevant to his own situation too. Things that he would rather think about on his own and not include anyone in. It's easier to deal with that way... but also because he isn't sure where everything slots into place yet. A lot of things are already sorted, yes, but other things, not quite.
He glances towards the back of the house, taking that distraction.] He'd be pissed if he came back to it all gone. [If he remembered being there in the first place.]
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[He won't push. Niou can take all the space he wants, all the time he needs. Perhaps that remark is something entirely more simple: a brief reminder of, I know.]
Still, that's a concern for a time when the ground isn't covered in snow, I imagine.
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They'd be kinda dead in this weather anyway.
[Not like any of them have really paid that much attention to gardening. The only ones he's ever liked are the Venus Flytraps for obvious reasons.]
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[He doesn't miss the unspoken reply, but still he waits. The ball is, ultimately, in Niou's court; will he say something further? Or will they continue to leave it alone?
In all honesty, Yagyuu's not entirely sure which option is preferable.]
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[He doesn't say anything else for now though, just taps the edge of his coffee cup to make a light tune to fill the silence.
Part of him, just wants to start anew, and pretend he had never been there before (because in his memory, he hasn't), but part of him can't ignore all the tell tale signs that he has been there before either.
It's almost like not knowing which serve to use. To stand tall and take the regular overhead serve, or to go with a more cautious underhanded serve that probably won't get them anywhere because of how much weaker it is. But he doesn't know how to bring it up really. They're alone, there's no one else to see if they do talk... things out. He doesn't even really know what he should be looking out for either. From what he can tell, they've all been there much longer. He's picked up on things like that, but there are questions that are kind of... too awkward to ask as well. Ones he wouldn't dream of asking, where they're much better at just skating the edges.
Instead he just says something that is on-topic, but not the most appropriate. Actually, it's anything but appropriate.]
I guess finding out Sanada named his teddy bear after him will take away some of the pain.
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And in truth, there's a part of him that's grateful for that. The way things unfolded just a few short months ago, the mistakes they made in fumbling through their hidden motives and half-truths—like this, they're erased, as though they had never occurred at all. Yagyuu remembers, but Yagyuu is also a pro at selective memory, at sideways rationale. If he pretends things don't exist, it's as complete a denial as if they were never there at all.
Maybe it's better this way. If he's the only one who remembers their mistakes, maybe this time around they'll be better prepared to avoid repeating them.]
Wouldn't that comfort you? To be the namesake of something fluffy and adorable?
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Just like skipping to this conversation rather than the conversations they probably should be having. Like, he doesn't even know there were mistakes before.
His lips twitch at that question and his eyes drift to the Vulpix.]
Isn't it similar enough?
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[Ghosts are not, after all, what he might easily term "fluffy and adorable".]
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There may be a hint of a smirk on his lips as he replies.]
Jigglypuff's were sort of adorable and squishy, weren't they?
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You sure?
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You have three hundred to choose from and that's the one you settle on?
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It won't be that one though anyway.]Don't you think it's fitting?
[Looks like it couldn't hurt a fly then bam, you're knocked out cold on the floor...]
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And then, at last, he turns the Gear around to reveal: ]
This one, I think.
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Got a knack for tentacle porn, have you?
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You're showing a surprising amount of concern about my preferences, Niou-kun. Is there a problem?
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Why would there be, Yagyuu~? [His name is drawled out this time, keeping his tone light. He even shrugs.] Just would'a used a better word for it, myself.
[It's probably not so good that he understands what he's hinting at, yet still is ignoring it in favour of this other ...thing, either. He could bring it up. But yet again, he doesn't.]
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[They're alike, the two of them, and just as even Yagyuu isn't always safe from falling victim to one of Niou's tricks, so too can Niou occasionally fall prey to one of Yagyuu's more unpleasant moods. He's been catching himself feeling oddly irritable all day, at strange times and for inexplicable reasons, and sometimes it simply manifests in the brief, sudden urge to take the nasty option in a given scenario, even when he knows it's unfair or unwise.
And so again, he backs off, receding back behind the calm confidence of his gentleman's persona, and once again leaves it alone. It's not fair, he knows. Some things aren't. It's fine. It's how it is.
Instead, he reaches for one of the as-yet-unopened bags and offers it to Niou, letting it dangle temptingly from his fingers by the handles.]
Here, this is for you.
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Even if there's a flash of relief for a moment that it was dropped again.
Instead of dwelling on that issue, he reaches out for the bag, taking the risk to reach out for the handle as well. In a way, that's enough of an apology.]
What d'you get?
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