piiovosita:
“Naa, Gokudera. D’ya ever think about how we all met? That was a long time ago now. Aaah, good times!!”
Nostalgia was an easy emotion for him, mind comfortably wandering to times past, drifting away from important topics like SCHOOL and HOMEWORK that should have taken priority. But Yamamoto had spent most of his day studying already, an activity that often took the backburner in favor of his more preferred hobbies, and allowing his head to float into the clouds no longer seemed as dangerous. Besides, there was a purring mass of cream and tawny fur in his lap whose head was bobbing against his hand for more affections, occasionally nipping at the tips of his fingers with small, sharp teeth when the ministrations paused. How could he deny such a creature of grace and independence?
“Uri’s so warm. Do you let her out when you’re sleeping? Sometimes Jiro comes out on his own and he slobbers all over me, so I wake up all wet and gross. He’s friendly, too!!”
And each time a STORM rolls in - - heralding chaos, covering all;;
Hissing aggression had, at some point, turned to a dismal sort of protective tolerance - he assumed it was because of his own less tumultuous mindset, considering their living weapons just sort of went off the basis of their owner’s emotional input. ... sometimes that didn’t seem accurate, however, considering that stupid cat was currently making an idiot out of herself all over another idiot’s lap, where the hell did she think she was getting /that/ from? A soft click of the tongue against the back of clenched teeth, and any logical fallacies that could wind down the road to perdition were summarily hooked up to a fuse and blown straight down hundreds of feet.
“... how we met?”
He had been told to kill an unworthy kid - that if he defeated him, he’d move up the ranks within the Vongola... he had gained meaning, a goal, a life to follow... and then there was this guy. Juudaime had mentioned the roof of Namimori chuu once, fleetingly, in regards to the capricious Rain guardian, but he didn’t need to, and couldn’t bring himself to pry at the time.
“I just remember how humble and amazing Juudaime was - anyway, I’ve already explained the figures to you four times, did you give the hell up? ..... eh.. she’s friendly to everyone else, and she does whatever she wants half the time - she’s literally made of my Storm flames, so it’s a miracle she’s not breaking your pants down while you’re sitting there. ”
He couldn’t prove the effects, but it was almost embarrassing, if not enraging, to witness what was sort of an extension of yourself being so... blatantly affectionate to that pure-hearted nimrod.
;;It was actually protecting that PURE BLUE SKY - -
