A REAL HEADBANGER

“So that means… more happened while you’ve been gone.” They came to a slow nod. “Back where you’re from, I mean. I’ve heard of it happening.”

Taking a deep breath, sinking a bit in the chair, they began.

“…Uh.”

…Or, tried to, at least.

“Well… To be honest, I don’t really remember. It was a long time ago. But you were friends with Waver, so–argh, you probably… don’t remember him either–it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“As for being friends, I just kinda… I dunno what started it. But I thought you were pretty cool, and sometimes you were at the agency–I work for a detective agency–and we’d go on some cases. We hung out sometimes, and there were a couple times I called you because I got into, some kind of trouble. Sometimes we argued too… Aha, one time I mouthed off to someone really scary and lived, but you gave me shit for it like you wouldn’t–”

And as if something dawned on them, they shot back up, jostling both the chair and the table as they did so.

“Wait–! How’s Tetsuro?! Is he okay? Is he looking better, are you feeding that kid?!”

“Waver?”

The name immediately brings forth memories of a tall, thin man with a sour attitude, and a cluttered desk, and the sharp smell of alcohol. His fingers twitch, curling around nothing as he stares at the floor. The experience is starting to give him a headache.

“Yeah, that sounds like me.” No point in trying to deny it. “Thanks for thinking I’m cool, I guess--I don’t usually get that.”

At the mention of Tetsuro, he sets his jaw.

“The kid’s fine.”

The GSU turns around rather abruptly, coffee in hand. He sets it down on the table in front of Anda and then finds his own seat as far away from the empath as he can manage.

“The boy knows he can use his power to control me. And whatever Spitsbergen told him while they had him as a hostage...”

He takes a cautious sip of his own drink, trying to hide the shaking in his hands.

hug and do “it” (give kis)

Yell at

Kick

Do “it”

Hug

     AND then dad comes around and sets him off all over again. No one can hear Star Platinum over Jyuzo. Doesn’t matter. It’s about having the experience.

*:・ﾟ☆

The roar from the GSU has, by now, evolved into a sound more akin to a skyscraper crumbling. The sidewalk beneath him cracks, but it’s not until the shockwave shatters the windows of a nearby building that he finally shuts his oversized mouth.

“Huuuh?! Go on and challenge me! I’ll be the damn best!!!” 

Moment for a breathe.

“DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The destruction of cars was going off in the distance as windows were cracked and shattered.

“Hey, that’s pretty good! With enough practice, you could be as loud as me one day.”

“Who the fuck is talking slightly loud? “

“‘Tis not exactly a nice thing to do, but sin describeth more, ehm… acts of murder, assault, kidnapping, and the like… I would not count stealing a sandwich as a sin. Perhaps if thou stolest an artifact of great importance, maybe.”

“I’ve murdered a lot of people--most of them deserved it, though. And kidnapping... does it count if I kidnapped a kid to get him out of a bad situation?”

“… those are not sins, but I forgive thee nonetheless.”