unrelenting_rhapsody | Sometimes when you live oddly enough

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chiaki au,
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Sometimes when you live oddly enough

Who: Gokudera, Uri, and Yamamoto. Hibari guest star.
When: Just after the TYL arc
What: Everyone needs a little quiet time to internalize and comprehend all that happened in the future. Taking the time to do so is another thing all together though.

She sat atop the kitchen counter, staring down at the belligerent little cat that had come back with her from the future. "Look, I'm fucking sorry you're named melon alright? I froze and asked Tsuna!" SHE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER!

Anyway. "Seriously, I'm not into sticking semi-living shit in boxes so you can stop glaring at me alright?" At least she assumed it was a glare, she wasn't exactly conversant with feline facial expressions. Who the fuck made a cat with scaled portions as a weapon? CATS DIDN'T LISTEN FOR SHIT.

Granted, she kinda liked that about the mostly-fuzzy thing. Fucked up huh?

Granted, Uri could also want some of the food sitting on the bowl on her knee. She'd only been picking at her meal, brain still churning a mile a minute from their trip. "Do you even need to eat?" Eh, what the fuck, it wasn't like she was going to finish it. She slid from the counter and set the bowl on the floor, hissing at the pull of cuts and bruises.

Proof they hadn't all been hallucinating right? Wounds didn't disappear just because they came home. Also? The future sucked and she didn't want to hear the people she cared about scream like that ever again.

Fuck. Torture. It was almost enough to make her regret being a delinquent Guardian. Almost. Fucked if she'd admit that though.

She didn't want to dream; that was probably why she hadn't slept. She hadn't slept for most the time they'd been in the future admittedly. Pushing past limits had been necessary; exhaustion also ensured a few hours of dreamless sleep. She'd learned that trick long ago.

"YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT!" Shamal yelped as he came in the door to see her spacing out in the short hallway. "Hold still!" His fingers were steady as they reached for dirt smudged bandages, it was a weird contrast to the worried expression he wore. "What did you do?!"

"Nothing much," she admitted in a slow drawl. "Just...been gone a while."

"All night," Shamal agreed. "I was checking alleys." And hospitals.

Oh, yeah. Time travel. "You know what..OUCH FUCK STOP THAT IT'S ATTACHED! Take it up with Reborn okay? He can fucking explain. Just give me the damn cream and stop poking my ribs!" They hurt like no one's business when he did that! Seriously, as long as no one was touching her injuries they could be ignored? Just...fuck. Ow. If Uri was a REAL weapon the damn cat would have been chewing on the doctor by now.

Instead the damn cat was still in the kitchen, polishing off rice and fish. Feh. Pets.

"These are burns, Chiaki," Shamal noted seriously as he peeled one of her sleeves back. "When did you get electrocuted? Take it all off, now, you need better tending than whatever you decided was 'fine'." Burns and breaks and bruises? Yeah. A lot better tending.

"You fuss too much," she growled, fingers spasming as leather peeled away from what had been salved burns. When the fuck had they dried out? Oh, right, probably some time in the week of training and advanced FUCKING WAR GAMES. "And it's GOKUDERA."

"Someone has to," Shamal pushed two fingers firmly against her collarbone and watched as she wavered on her feet, only the knowledge that leaning back against the wall would hurt worse kept her on her feet. "Don't move." He needed a better kit for this.

Don't move...like she had much choice at the moment with her jacket mostly off and her head swimming from his poking. Cruel, twisted fucker. Had he ever bullied Bianchi like this? She'd have to remember to ask some time, though based on how the pair acted around each other she was guessing he hadn't been a frequent visitor in the family home.

If Shamal was related at all. She was starting to have her suspicions. Fucked if she'd kick the old man out though, he did alright for an Uncle. Fuck, she was more tired than she thought if she was thinking that! "There's a cat in the kitchen," Shamal noted when he got back.

"Her name is Uri," Dera allowed, closing her eyes so she wouldn't wince away from the care Shamal had to do. She hated wincing. "She's mine."

"....ooookay then." that was new and unexpected from his voice.

"What?"

"It just seems..."

"I can have normal shit you know. A pet is fucking normal, even if Uri's not." She cracked an eye open to glare at him, not amused with where she assumed this was going. "She's a fucking construct. Don't try to mess with her too much it could damage her." Or something.

"Of course you can," Shamal agreed instead. "I think a pet is a good step, makes you more approachable you know?" His hands were working steadily but she had the sneaking suspicion he was grinning at her.

"Right...getting rid of the cat."

"No no no! C'mon, you can do SO MUCH BETTER than the baseball player! A kitten, learning to cuddle, maybe dress a little cuter..."

Yes, this was going EXACTLY where she thought it was. At least he was acting normal? She'd start to worry if he kept acting all worried and concerned and shit. That would mean she'd have to accept the injuries were worse than she was trying to play off. "That bullshit is a waste of time. Plus, really, do you want to be blamed if Yama ever gets jealous?" A natural born assassin? That would just be dumb.

Shamal snorted and taped a new bandage along an arm, amused at the thought, "It'd do him good, set him in his place if he suddenly he had to work for things."

"You're an idiot."

"And you should sleep. Want a pill?"

Shit, he was back to serious. "No. I'll figure it out." The only thing worse than sleeping and dreaming right now? Would be sleeping, dreaming, and not being able to wake up. "I know some tricks."

"Be careful, I only have one niece and no one wants to see the things I'd do if she died on me."

"It'd do you good," she snorted, pushing past him carefully so she could drop her jacket in the sink. It needed to soak and then get re-oiled...later. When she was back. She knew some tricks for bad nights, sure.

Her mom had shown her.

Fucked if she'd build a pillow fort here for him to laugh at though. It wasn't an uncle thing...it was a her thing. And her mother's thing. She had a couple of blankets in her closet that she didn't pull out often. One was a dark blue with holes neatly punched in it. Drape that over a lamp and suddenly there were stars...her mom's idea again. Another few were small, soft things left over.

Making a bundle of them was easy. Remembering not to toss it over a shoulder? That was hard. And she failed at it of course, "URI C'MON WE'RE LEAVING." she shouted instead of screaming. Ouch. For once the new cat listened, bounding out of the kitchen and hopping up to sink claws into the top of the blanket pack. Lazy little bitch.

Right.

She didn't look at Shamal as she headed out the door, she didn't want to see the look on his face or the calculation. She knew one of his bag of tricks was a sleeping sickness. She'd kill him if he sent a bug chasing her. Yes, anyway, where to?

The only place that made sense these days. The school was closed, naturally, but it was never hard to get over the fence and inside when someone really wanted to...and she wanted to. The Drama Club always had spare props she could dig through, and it only took a few trips to drag the cushions up to the roof.

There, a damn fort. The star blanket looked just as good with sun shining through it from above as with lamplight, and the softer pieces were nice on her stomach where she wasn't bandaged. The only problem was going to be getting a crick in her neck because damned if she'd lay on her back. Uri sprawled out in a patch of sunlight past the blankets and cushions, acting for all the world like a real cat.

Well then.

Sure, it wasn't sleeping? But it was relaxing wasn't it? It was closer than most would expect from her.

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He'd been willing to temporarily overlook the frantic whispering out of respect for the fact that they would at least attempt to give him a proper fight when he caught them. He would not overlook yelling on his roof on a Sunday, though. Hibari's eyes snapped up, first to glare at the cat, then at the... blanket fort... beyond. "Trespassing is against school rules. Do I need to bite you to death?"

Yamamoto froze as they finally drew Hibari's attention entirely. Crap. "Right. See you on the bottom?" Thank goodness Gokudera hadn't secured it too tightly.

"Bottom," she agreed. "Baseball diamand to snag your things?" She'd just wash the red dust out of the blankets.

"More than you can fucking chew Hibari!" She laughed, prooobably buying him a touch more time to get the blanket free and then to get moving. The blankets she was going to carry were under him after all. "Seriously Uri, move your ass cat!"

Uri was going to poke a paw at the hedgehog instead. Yup. Idiot cat.

He just grinned at her, finished freeing the top blanket and took off for the fire escape. He trusted she'd manage to get down without Hibari doing too much damage. She always did.

The hedgehog squeaked in surprise over being poked, accompanied by the sound of Hibari's tonfa expanding. "If you feel that way, let's find out."

Time not get distracted by that rear view huh? Yup. God her head wasn't on straight right now. "You haven't managed yet!" She pointed out cheerfully, "and God knows you've tried!" Sure it was stupid to yank the boy's chain, but it was also the truth!

Mostly.

Granted, she wasn't really armed right now and was bending to gather up blankets. Best target ever right now right?

Uri liked the squeak, crouching down to sniff at the hedgehog's nose. HI!

It was very stupid, but he could also tell her head wasn't in the game today. Besides, she was running away. Herbivore behavior. "Che. Not worth my time. You have one minute to vacate Namimori school grounds before you have to clean up blood as part of your punishment."

His looking slightly the other way had nothing to do with the future, at all. He was just too busy to fight useless herbivores today.

The hedgehog squeaked again, bristling up into a pokey ball as his own turned away. He had to go, too, but... hi!

She didn't want blood or worse on her blankets alright? Jesus, that was less herbivore and more decent attention to den materials! Feh. "Love to see you make that one stick. Has anyone ever fucking manged the mopping after you're done with them?" JUST SAYING.

Granted, she didn't clean up the blood afterward just because she didn't want to. He hadn't broken her of that yet and probably never would!

Busy. Sure. Whatever. See? This was her hopping the fence on the far side of the roof okay? Gym roof was lower than the one they'd been on but not by much. It was a good way to get down when Hibari had been standing between her and the door.

And he could deal with the cushions left up there! "URI!"

Right, right, right. Duty and such. BYE~!

Yamamoto was waiting, his things already packed up and the blanket half-folded over his arms. Still shirtless, though, and that... was a problem. The bandages hid everything interesting, but he couldn't go back to his house like this. Not without a lookout, anyway. "Don't suppose you grabbed my shirts with the blankets, huh?"

He was smiling, though. How funny was that? They were lucky Hibari didn't jump to any conclusions and kill them even worse.

She was pretty sure it was less 'luck' but hey, whatever. They weren't more broken and that was a plus! She took a moment to folk her blankets better then eyed him, "Why would I do that?"

Seriously? Even bandaged he was...right. HEAD ON STRAIGHT TIME.

"Got a jersey or some shit in your gym locker?"

"Yeah, but that'd mean going back inside." He nodded up at the roof, or more specifically, at Hibari doing his gargoyle impression up there. Their time limit was quickly running out. "Can I crash at your place for a while? I can come back for them later."

Dera peered upward and cheerfully flipped off Hibari way up there. EVERYONE would think she was a fucking pod person if she didn't! "Oh Shamal will fucking love that," she snickered. "Yeah. We'll crash out in the livingroom for a bit and hope the doc isn't in."

He hadn't quite thought about the possibility of Shamal being there. That might make things a little more difficult.

Oh well, he liked to live dangerously.

"Ha! Yeah, that sounds good."

He shouldn't be, the man did have his own life after all, so she wasn't really expecting him. Luckily the apartment was as empty as she'd hoped it would be! There was an apple set out where her vitamins usually were though. Feh, worry wart.

"Make yourself at home," she noted, laying her two blankets out on the floor. The constellation blanket would probably end up back in a closet. "Or something. Just don't lay on your fucking back this time okay?"

He held the constellation blanket out to her with a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be good."

Well. Sort of. He'd lay down on his side. Close enough?

That made her snort in amusement; the boy was good at what he chose to do, not at behaving! "And people fucking wonder how you manage to be right in the middle of most the trouble..." Yeah, putting the blanket away now.

Granted, most people assumed it was her influence. "And I'm the fucking one who's actually behaving today." Go figure. When she came back to stretched out on her belly once more, chin near his head and cradled on her arms.

Hey! Sometimes he chose to behave! Then he was very good at behaving, just like everything else. He just laughed again, though, not even bothering to pretend to be offended. "I'm only in the middle of trouble cause of you and Tsuna, you know. When's it ever my fault?"

He propped his chin in his hand, ignoring the pull in his shoulders. Stretching was good, right? Right. "And I don't think Hibari would agree you were behaving today." Snort. "Or probably Shamal, either." Half-naked boy in her apartment and all.

Well, yes, but it fed back into 'the things he chose to do' then didn't it? "You saying I should leave you be?" she asked, amused. "Let you get back to your oh so proper and boring life?" He'd go nuts!

"And hey, Hibari is twisted and all I promised Shamal today was that I'd rest," And hey, look, she was doing that! She wasn't even fiddling with dynamite or anything! "...all the important bits are covered even if he does come home..." she added wickedly.

He would go nuts, again, and they both knew how that turned out in the end. "Naw, this is fine, I guess."

He coughed and cleared his throat, suddenly looking over her head instead of at her. All the important bits covered, indeed. "Pretty sure he'd still kill me just for being alone in a room with you, even if we were wearing parkas."

"Good, because I'm not going to be the one to try to fucking convince the Tenth that you need to be let be..." she admitted easily. The fact that she wouldn't let be either didn't need to be said now did it?

She barked a laugh at his unease, not sure which amused her more, the words or that weird look on his face. It was a relatively new one alright? "Pretty sure it was the pants thing that gave him the wrong damn impression of you," she admitted. "But hey, he hasn't killed you yet and he'd have fucking killed just about anyone else that first week."

If he ever had a really good reason, he'd tell Tsuna himself. Luckily, he didn't think he'd ever have anything near a good enough reason.

It was relatively new. Kissing her was also new. Lots of new things today. "Yeah, but before, he just hated me cause he thought I was thinking things. Now he'll hate me because I actually am thinking things. Pretty sure that changes stuff somehow."

Granted, some day someone might hand him a good enough reason? She was glad torture wasn't good enough?

Perhaps they weren't exactly sane these days...

"I'm pretty sure the difference is in you then, not his assumptions. He always assumes the fucking worst," like Yama being a terrible lech or something. "Should I ask what kinda things your thinking?" There was an amused, teasing lilt in her voice for that. He didn't have to answer...she was just wondering if it lined up with some of the thoughts in her own head.

The torture was in the future, so did that count for today?

He shook his head. "No." And just for that, he was rolling over onto his back. He wasn't sure how that got back at her, but somehow, it felt like it did.

The torture was in the future but enacted on their past selves; it was a grey area that could very well be enough to chase anyone off their life choices.

...what? Just...what the fuck? That motion made her angry more than anything else but that wasn't how it was suppose to work. It had been a joke. A laugh maybe just a 'No' but...that wasn't good for him. "Fucking joke you idiot," she growled when she was sure she wouldn't reach over and smack him. He wanted to lay on his back?

Fine.

She didn't have to watch him be an idiot. Time to turn her head the other way on her arms and try to get some damn sleep.

Good. Then she couldn't see his grin. This was definitely going down as a win.

At least until he dozed off, too. That wasn't going to end well, both of them falling asleep like that.

How the fuck was this shit a win? BOYS WERE FUCKING IDIOTS.

And no, no it wasn't. Shamal had every right to stop home after all, especially if he wanted to grab dinner before heading to a bar! He was quiet though just in case Chiaki was resting.

Quiet enough to freeze at the edge of the carpet in the livingroom. Two teens wrapped in bandages and shirtless. Two teens conked out, the slightly smaller one had a foot across the young man's, probably wiggled in her sleep...

...the boy was Yamamoto.

There were several lovely diseases he could give the boy. Yes, he'd gotten a new hemorrhagic sample the other day and he needed to test it. What to do, what to do? Hmmm. Chiaki needed her sleep. With an annoyed sigh he crouched and reached forward to wrap a hand in the boy's hair. Hopefully the kid would wake up without screaming. He'd have to kill Yamamoto if he screamed!

Edited 2014-01-22 01:57 (UTC)

No screaming, no. He'd actually been having a pretty good dreamless sleep for once that he didn't appreciate being woken up out of. Plenty of scrabbling for a sword that wasn't there, though. Luckily (mostly for Yamamoto) it was back near the door where he'd dropped all of his things.

Probably wouldn't be making that mistake again, even if explaining why he was sleeping with his sword would be an interesting conversation to have with Gokudera.

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