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bakerstreet2016-03-18 08:21 am
heavypetting) wrote in bakerstreet2016-03-18 08:21 am
Sworn to the Sword
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shipping meme It's textbook, really. Or, more accurately, parchment, because you've either found yourself or always been in a time (it doesn't necessarily have to be medieval) where swords - and possibly sorcery - are the weapons and the mindset of the day; at the very least, the rough and tumble attitude that comes with a knife's edge permeates the land. And you know how to wield a weapon, be it a blade, your own body, or something else entirely, so you've put it to good use. You've become a sworn sword to protect someone. It could be out of the goodness of your heart, out of heritage, or stemmed from a desire for compensation or power. No matter what the cause, however, one fact remains the same, and that's how you cannot let emotions cloud your judgement. Of course, that may be a little easier said than done. When you're so close to a person, in order to keep them safe, and when you put your very life on the line... ...ah, but you must persevere. Your duty does not allow you to falter.
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"Will you take me there one day?" he asked. "I want to see it. I mean, I will see it once Tsuna becomes the head of the Vongola. But will you take me there before then?"
As usual he feels no need to sugar coat it. Squalo and the Varia hate it, but it's the truth. Tsunayoshi is the Decimo and Neo Primo.
"Is that where you learned how to use the sword?"
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"Started, yeah. Would you believe school fencing club?" He probably learned elsewhere too, but.
Is Iron Fortress in Sicily? Do we know anything about it? Since if not, he won't be any more likely to visit it than he is now even with them moving countries or whatever."As for you going there... I might." No promises, though.no subject
Yamamoto responded to that dark look with an innocent looking smile. Feeling a little bit satisfied at the reaction. He knew the reasoning, knew that the Varia hated Tsuna because of their victory over them (and it was a victory, even if a bitter one, even if Bel and Mammon cheated after Tsuna bested Xanxus).
He has to admit that he's jealous of Xanxus, for Squalo's devotion to him. Because Squalo won't like Tsuna's rule so long as Xanxus doesn't acknowledge it. Which, in Yamamoto's opinion is stupid. Somethings in life you have to accept no matter how much you dislike it.
Ha, like he can talk.
"I'd like that," he said. "I want to see where you grew up."
Was that sappy? Probably. Does he care? No at all.
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And most people are, probably. At least Dino seems to be. But Squalo's loyalty is absolute, so it's not like he cares. And accepting that shit would mean defeat, and they're not gonna do that. The whole Varia still believes that one day Xanxus will be the boss, no matter how unlikely it might be. It's just the kind of bunch they are.
Squalo snorts, finishing to skin the boar and cutting it open to get rid of the entrails. "You're weird," he finally says. "What difference does it make?"
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He dreads the day they have to go up against the Varia again. He can't see it not happening, but he hopes it never will come to that.
Yamamoto makes a face when the entrails come out. Yeah, this is always his least favorite part. Still, he's proud that he didn't loose his lunch right there.
"Well, it'd be fair," he reasons. "You've seen where I grow up, where I go to school. I want to see those of yours." He gives a little grin. "Isn't it normal for the student to want to know more about his teacher?"
Is it normal for the student to have a puppy crush on his teacher? Probably not.
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...or, you know, maybe New Vongola will just leave them be and do their own thing as an own little mercenary family or something. That'd be the compromise with the least Vongola blood spilled, probably.
Funny how similar people and pigs can be on the inside, huh?
"I have?" Squalo sounds like that's genuinely news to him, albeit uninteresting ones. "I wasn't really paying attention to that."
Grounds where they were supposed to trash some teenagers, sure. The place where his then-future apprentice grew up? Not so much. How times change.
He gives him a flat look as he flings a tumble of innards into the bushes. "Do I look like someone you ask about normal?"
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But would Xanxus' pride stand for it? Yamamoto's not so sure. And Yamamoto's slowly coming to terms with the fact that he and he alone would be the one to kill Squalo.
It hurts, but less then it should, because he always knew he had to defeat Squalo. He would never let the other swordsman, or any swordsman or swordswoman, defeat him again...
He gives a crooked little smile at himself. He's already taking the sword thing more seriously then he thought.
"Yup! That was my school! Man, Hibari-senpai was pissed with all the destruction. He loves that school. The alma mater is his phone's ring tone, and he taught Hibird to sing it! How's that for crazy!"
He grins back at Squalo. "I guess not. You are pretty weird. I like that though."
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"Shouldn't that guy have graduated by now?" Squalo's just gonna go for the obvious. Hibari's love life (heh) doesn't interest him, but he'd lie if he said he wasn't curious about that kid. He was strong.
"Gross," Squalo retorts to that admission of liking, and hands Yamamoto a piece of bloody hog skin.
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Hibari's obsessed with Namimori in general, but the middle school holds a special place in the prefects heart. Yamamoto's beginning to suspect that the school is the thing Hibari loves most.
Yamamoto just laughs when Squalo said gross. It wasn't like he expecting anything else.
He holds up the hog skin, looking at it curiously. "Can we tan this out here?" he asked. "Otherwise what am I supposed to do with it?"
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"Dunno, I'm not a craftsman," he retorts blankly and works on the meat. He'd hoped holding a bloody anything would shut the kid up, but of course he'd underestimated him. Again. He had no plans for anything that wasn't becoming bbq (and wild animal bait), so really, Yamamoto could do whatever, he didn't care.
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That was kind of a scary thought.
He walked back to the camp, poured a small amount of water on his hands and then wiped them on a tree.
"Okay, that's taken care off."
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He makes a non-commital sound at that - good, that surely will draw wild animals' attention - and continues working. Soon enough, the boar's turning over the fire, and Squalo's cleaning his hands, grumbling something about getting grease off leather.
"And now," he says happily, once he's reached an acceptable level of cleanliness, "we fight."
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He smiled and lunged for his sword, already getting into a defensive stance and pulling out the Necklace of the Rain in case needed to summon Jirou and Koujirou.
"Ready!" he chirped.
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Squalo doesn't wait for a confirmation, already circling the boy like a bloodthirsty shark to try and strike at him from behind. It's not unlike their very first fight, really; time to see how much you've grown, etc.