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unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2014-03-12 03:25 pm
unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2014-03-12 03:25 pm
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It's not exactly a psych eval
Who: Gokudera and Shamal
When: Several months after Yama and Dera are teamed.
What: Shamal tends to have these talks with the boy, it's like therapy, right?
Gokudera stretched out, kicking his feet up on a stack of files on the desk and leaning back against the corner of the wall behind him. Shamal kept his office cramped for a reason, it discouraged visitors, but Dera had certainly never let that stop him. Especially since if he went to his uncle, his uncle didn't come to him. Easier to relax when his own territory wasn't being invaded as it were.
Or something.
Sometimes he just found it funny to stretch out like a cat and get footprints on files. He was pretty sure, genius that his uncle was, the files were just dummy or old sets, but it amused him anyway. His pocket projector kicked on, Uri stomping around through the wiring he wore in his shirt so she could curl in his lap if she wanted. Yes, he was a sucker for his pet. And it was fucking comforting to have her around sometimes.
Shamal didn't mind.
"One of these days I'm going to bury thumbtacks under those papers and see if you still sit there," Shamal laughed.
"I'd take that as a declaration of war," Dera countered with a chuckle. "Besides, you always give me fucking shots to make me relax during these chats, making me uncomfortable defeats the purpose doesn't it?"
"Hey, Everclear is good for growing boys! And the soul. And your damn shoulders, I swear I hear them creak sometimes." Shamal snorted and passed the boy a glass before kicking his own feet up on another set of files. "So?"
"So shut up and take my damn medicine?" Dera noted, watching in amusement as Uri tried to sniff his glass then knocking the double shot back. DEAR GOD THAT NEVER GOT ANY BETTER FUCKING HELL. Belatedly he felt along the nebulous connection between him and his partner, sending an apology for the inner wincing. Yama was out with Ryohei, which meant he was distracted enough not to worry too much.
Good.
"He safely away?" Shamal asked shrewdly as his nephew got that far off look on his face after the drink.
"Yeah, do your worst you bastard."
"Oh, you want me to hit hard?" Shamal laughed, pulling open a completely unrelated file to study. He wasn't writing these sessions down, he didn't need notes, he just needed to make sure the boy wasn't losing what was left of his mind. "You'd expect me to do that wouldn't you? So, how's the building a robot body for Uri going?"
Nah, he hadn't expected his uncle to take the bait but he could always hope? The painful and odd questions would hit when the alcohol really smacked him, for now it'd be pleasantries. Like the weather, and his cat..."You know her, she's a vain little thing. Prototypes are fun toys but she's not happy with any of them. I'll probably have to research biosynapse cloning to lay out something she wants to play with longer than a moment or two."
"Only you would create a pet who qualifies as an AI," Shamal laughed. "Because I know you didn't program her to be a picky bitch like that. How fast is she evolving?"
"She's under the Paxton Bar by about two revolutions. She's learning to be her own cat, and she thinks well in hostile situations, but she's not going to take over the world," he grinned proudly. "And I'm not an idiot. I built in fail safes. She reaches for that level of sentience, tries to touch or network satellites or something and she fries." He loved her, but no pet of his was going to destroy the world.
He'd seen too many scifi movies.
"Good, that's what I like hearing. And hopefully she's too smart a lady to want that kind of idiocy. That's more an idiot boy move, world domination, girls already have the world at their feet." In Shamal's opinion anyway.
"Life's too damn awesome as a cat, she can hunt when she likes, push me around, and she knows she's too damn cute for anyone to deny. Who needs more? Egyptians had it fucking right." As far as the role of cats in the world anyway. Turning their country into a dust bin not sooooo much...and wow. Tangent.
Shiiit...he hadn't remembered to eat before this meeting had he?
"Careful, you'll sound jealous."
"Nah, I'd be a piss poor cat." With the way his brain worked and how much he couldn't discount particular things? He'd be a very broken feline.
"So you're stuck as a broken monkey?"
"Yeah, well, do what we fucking can."
"How are you side projects coming then? I don't see any new bandages..." As far as he could tell. He'd gotten pretty good at judging when the boy was injured under his clothes and he wasn't holding himself right for that.
Ah yes, side projects..."I'm still tracing the origin of the schizo security protocols. It's not released by a licensed net business, which means it's black market, and it's complex. I've broken down the code so Dino can get a safer version to the labs to research ways to counter it, but it's too late for anyone caught in the splash zones. I've got a program crawling medical records to see who may have been struck by it, but we won't catch them all." Some people were low income and living on the net with scrounged equipment.
Those unfortunates were either insane or dead and no one missed them locked away in their apartments.
He hated that. Hell, he hated anything that...
"A little close to home huh?"
"Fuck."
"I'll take that as a yes. It screws with people's head. Rewrites them." Of course it was close to home. "Are you being careful?"
"I've reworked my entire armor set in new frequencies that'll counter a latch by this thing," he admitted. "And Uri hates the program. She sticks close."
"And your partner?"
"Wants to run with me most nights but sometimes I go alone. Stubborn bastard he is though he may learn how to follow me with a few more weeks in my head." Like that series of towers he'd built to show the man when they first met, pieces were sliding together and probably weren't going to separate properly again.
"How much are you getting outside of virtual?"
"Enough," Dera snorted. That was...perilously close to 'private'. "Location, emotion...depends on distance at the moment. I know where I end, still." But for how long really? There were things he didn't want his partner to see, just like there were things Yama didn't want him to see. It was easy to hide some parts of their brains...not so easy in the parts where emotion triggered memory.
Speaking of..."Have you kissed him yet?"
"No."
"When? I'm your uncle, I'm suppose to want you dating and stuff. It's healthy."
"Says the man who can't get through a meal without pissing off a woman unless they're drunk," Dera hissed.
"Don't get prickly, boy, it's healthy to get along with real people sometimes."
"And dumb as hell."
Shamal snorted and reached over to casually cuff the boy because honestly? That was dumb to say. "Life is risk, boy. Keep this shit up and she's won, you understand that don't you? You're good at caring about people from a distance, you'll track every single damn brain to a hospital if you can, but up close you're useless."
"You were saying about fucking thumb tacks?" he shot a glare at his uncle and then pulled out a laser pointer so he could play with his fucking cat.
"No, that's a knife," Shamal snorted. "So, are you going to?"
"No."
"Why the hell not? He's not my type but you like him, hell you haven't liked anyone ever you idiot. We both know you've thought about it, he'll know."
"No. I think that deep, Shamal, and you won't tell him." Even through the buzz of alcohol and the forced relaxation the words came out grim and dangerous. "It isn't for you, it isn't a place he should reach, and he does not need that shit in his life."
"And I thought I was harsh on you," Shamal snorted. "Why the hell are you lumping yourself in with shit these days? It can't be the company."
He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and blocking out the world for a moment so he could just think. Thinking was a bitch when he was drunk on something way past hundred proof. His brain still worked in all the right ways but it went in directions he didn't tell it to and that was never good. "I haven't hacked his file."
That made Shamal blink and sit up "What?"
"It's his. It's important that he have things that are his. His file, his past, his memories. I've seen some of them, when he can't help it. When he has nightmares. He's lost, and he's hurt, and he's been used in more ways than one. I don't how much of it was body rental that he wasn't home for and how much of it he was present for but that's not a nightmare to poke at right now. I won't be the trigger for that shit."
"You've been thinking on this."
"I'm a healthy young man."
"That's debatable," Shamal snorted.
"Well, yeah," Dera snorted and opened his eyes again. "That's why the fucking resonance happened, but that's neither here nor there is it?" What was done was done after all, and he...wouldn't take it back. As messed up as they were, he still felt better having Yamamoto around, and that was something he was NEVER going to say out loud.
"No, it's not." Shamal admitted thoughtfully. "What happens if you don't think it deep enough one day? Or if you influence him? Thoughts can cross in your situation."
"I know. If he catches it...we talk, maybe. If I infect him I shoot myself in the head and hope it doesn't kill him." Because fucked if he'd use Yama, that'd put him on her level, and he wasn't even sure if he meant his nightmare woman or Yama's in that.
And yeah, he was getting hit again. "Right, next time we come up with something better than a bullet in the head," Shamal snorted. "Young idiots are always so damn dramatic. I really hope you outgrow that soon it's annoying in boys."
"You're lucky I was born a boy, Shamal, a niece would have taken you for all you had and more, you've got zero defenses against girls."
"Maybe," Shamal agreed. "But another niece would have been nice."
"Would you still get a niece drunk to make her talk?"
"Yeah, but she'd get a pillow on top of the files there."
"Bastard."
When: Several months after Yama and Dera are teamed.
What: Shamal tends to have these talks with the boy, it's like therapy, right?
Gokudera stretched out, kicking his feet up on a stack of files on the desk and leaning back against the corner of the wall behind him. Shamal kept his office cramped for a reason, it discouraged visitors, but Dera had certainly never let that stop him. Especially since if he went to his uncle, his uncle didn't come to him. Easier to relax when his own territory wasn't being invaded as it were.
Or something.
Sometimes he just found it funny to stretch out like a cat and get footprints on files. He was pretty sure, genius that his uncle was, the files were just dummy or old sets, but it amused him anyway. His pocket projector kicked on, Uri stomping around through the wiring he wore in his shirt so she could curl in his lap if she wanted. Yes, he was a sucker for his pet. And it was fucking comforting to have her around sometimes.
Shamal didn't mind.
"One of these days I'm going to bury thumbtacks under those papers and see if you still sit there," Shamal laughed.
"I'd take that as a declaration of war," Dera countered with a chuckle. "Besides, you always give me fucking shots to make me relax during these chats, making me uncomfortable defeats the purpose doesn't it?"
"Hey, Everclear is good for growing boys! And the soul. And your damn shoulders, I swear I hear them creak sometimes." Shamal snorted and passed the boy a glass before kicking his own feet up on another set of files. "So?"
"So shut up and take my damn medicine?" Dera noted, watching in amusement as Uri tried to sniff his glass then knocking the double shot back. DEAR GOD THAT NEVER GOT ANY BETTER FUCKING HELL. Belatedly he felt along the nebulous connection between him and his partner, sending an apology for the inner wincing. Yama was out with Ryohei, which meant he was distracted enough not to worry too much.
Good.
"He safely away?" Shamal asked shrewdly as his nephew got that far off look on his face after the drink.
"Yeah, do your worst you bastard."
"Oh, you want me to hit hard?" Shamal laughed, pulling open a completely unrelated file to study. He wasn't writing these sessions down, he didn't need notes, he just needed to make sure the boy wasn't losing what was left of his mind. "You'd expect me to do that wouldn't you? So, how's the building a robot body for Uri going?"
Nah, he hadn't expected his uncle to take the bait but he could always hope? The painful and odd questions would hit when the alcohol really smacked him, for now it'd be pleasantries. Like the weather, and his cat..."You know her, she's a vain little thing. Prototypes are fun toys but she's not happy with any of them. I'll probably have to research biosynapse cloning to lay out something she wants to play with longer than a moment or two."
"Only you would create a pet who qualifies as an AI," Shamal laughed. "Because I know you didn't program her to be a picky bitch like that. How fast is she evolving?"
"She's under the Paxton Bar by about two revolutions. She's learning to be her own cat, and she thinks well in hostile situations, but she's not going to take over the world," he grinned proudly. "And I'm not an idiot. I built in fail safes. She reaches for that level of sentience, tries to touch or network satellites or something and she fries." He loved her, but no pet of his was going to destroy the world.
He'd seen too many scifi movies.
"Good, that's what I like hearing. And hopefully she's too smart a lady to want that kind of idiocy. That's more an idiot boy move, world domination, girls already have the world at their feet." In Shamal's opinion anyway.
"Life's too damn awesome as a cat, she can hunt when she likes, push me around, and she knows she's too damn cute for anyone to deny. Who needs more? Egyptians had it fucking right." As far as the role of cats in the world anyway. Turning their country into a dust bin not sooooo much...and wow. Tangent.
Shiiit...he hadn't remembered to eat before this meeting had he?
"Careful, you'll sound jealous."
"Nah, I'd be a piss poor cat." With the way his brain worked and how much he couldn't discount particular things? He'd be a very broken feline.
"So you're stuck as a broken monkey?"
"Yeah, well, do what we fucking can."
"How are you side projects coming then? I don't see any new bandages..." As far as he could tell. He'd gotten pretty good at judging when the boy was injured under his clothes and he wasn't holding himself right for that.
Ah yes, side projects..."I'm still tracing the origin of the schizo security protocols. It's not released by a licensed net business, which means it's black market, and it's complex. I've broken down the code so Dino can get a safer version to the labs to research ways to counter it, but it's too late for anyone caught in the splash zones. I've got a program crawling medical records to see who may have been struck by it, but we won't catch them all." Some people were low income and living on the net with scrounged equipment.
Those unfortunates were either insane or dead and no one missed them locked away in their apartments.
He hated that. Hell, he hated anything that...
"A little close to home huh?"
"Fuck."
"I'll take that as a yes. It screws with people's head. Rewrites them." Of course it was close to home. "Are you being careful?"
"I've reworked my entire armor set in new frequencies that'll counter a latch by this thing," he admitted. "And Uri hates the program. She sticks close."
"And your partner?"
"Wants to run with me most nights but sometimes I go alone. Stubborn bastard he is though he may learn how to follow me with a few more weeks in my head." Like that series of towers he'd built to show the man when they first met, pieces were sliding together and probably weren't going to separate properly again.
"How much are you getting outside of virtual?"
"Enough," Dera snorted. That was...perilously close to 'private'. "Location, emotion...depends on distance at the moment. I know where I end, still." But for how long really? There were things he didn't want his partner to see, just like there were things Yama didn't want him to see. It was easy to hide some parts of their brains...not so easy in the parts where emotion triggered memory.
Speaking of..."Have you kissed him yet?"
"No."
"When? I'm your uncle, I'm suppose to want you dating and stuff. It's healthy."
"Says the man who can't get through a meal without pissing off a woman unless they're drunk," Dera hissed.
"Don't get prickly, boy, it's healthy to get along with real people sometimes."
"And dumb as hell."
Shamal snorted and reached over to casually cuff the boy because honestly? That was dumb to say. "Life is risk, boy. Keep this shit up and she's won, you understand that don't you? You're good at caring about people from a distance, you'll track every single damn brain to a hospital if you can, but up close you're useless."
"You were saying about fucking thumb tacks?" he shot a glare at his uncle and then pulled out a laser pointer so he could play with his fucking cat.
"No, that's a knife," Shamal snorted. "So, are you going to?"
"No."
"Why the hell not? He's not my type but you like him, hell you haven't liked anyone ever you idiot. We both know you've thought about it, he'll know."
"No. I think that deep, Shamal, and you won't tell him." Even through the buzz of alcohol and the forced relaxation the words came out grim and dangerous. "It isn't for you, it isn't a place he should reach, and he does not need that shit in his life."
"And I thought I was harsh on you," Shamal snorted. "Why the hell are you lumping yourself in with shit these days? It can't be the company."
He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and blocking out the world for a moment so he could just think. Thinking was a bitch when he was drunk on something way past hundred proof. His brain still worked in all the right ways but it went in directions he didn't tell it to and that was never good. "I haven't hacked his file."
That made Shamal blink and sit up "What?"
"It's his. It's important that he have things that are his. His file, his past, his memories. I've seen some of them, when he can't help it. When he has nightmares. He's lost, and he's hurt, and he's been used in more ways than one. I don't how much of it was body rental that he wasn't home for and how much of it he was present for but that's not a nightmare to poke at right now. I won't be the trigger for that shit."
"You've been thinking on this."
"I'm a healthy young man."
"That's debatable," Shamal snorted.
"Well, yeah," Dera snorted and opened his eyes again. "That's why the fucking resonance happened, but that's neither here nor there is it?" What was done was done after all, and he...wouldn't take it back. As messed up as they were, he still felt better having Yamamoto around, and that was something he was NEVER going to say out loud.
"No, it's not." Shamal admitted thoughtfully. "What happens if you don't think it deep enough one day? Or if you influence him? Thoughts can cross in your situation."
"I know. If he catches it...we talk, maybe. If I infect him I shoot myself in the head and hope it doesn't kill him." Because fucked if he'd use Yama, that'd put him on her level, and he wasn't even sure if he meant his nightmare woman or Yama's in that.
And yeah, he was getting hit again. "Right, next time we come up with something better than a bullet in the head," Shamal snorted. "Young idiots are always so damn dramatic. I really hope you outgrow that soon it's annoying in boys."
"You're lucky I was born a boy, Shamal, a niece would have taken you for all you had and more, you've got zero defenses against girls."
"Maybe," Shamal agreed. "But another niece would have been nice."
"Would you still get a niece drunk to make her talk?"
"Yeah, but she'd get a pillow on top of the files there."
"Bastard."