Good Heart

Haru was an active person who was involved with gymnastics from a young age and she stopped in college, but she still kept herself active. She would go on jogs and occasionally visit a gym. If she could find a bar to play with at a park, you could see her trying to practice some spinning.

You’d think that she’d grown out of this habit in her age, but she would still climb on top of things like trees, or walls and walk along them to practice her sense of balance, treating a wall like a balance beam. If asked, she’d assert that gymnastics was a sport, regardless of how many people thought otherwise.

Life here was a bit less hectic than it was in Japan, she had to do a lot less running about, after all. It was a bit difficult when you found yourself associated with a 10th generation mafia boss, but she wouldn’t change that aspect of her life for anything. She met so many good people out of it, like her best friend Kyoko, after all.

“Hahi! Haru was sure you were going to be on a wrestling team. Haru and her Tou-san enjoy wrestling, you know? Haru has even German Suplexed someone before. In her defense, she thought she was being attacked.” Turns out it was a friend who took her by surprise and she panicked. She looked just a bit sheepish as she admitted this. It was pretty embarrassing when you thought about it, actually.

Taking another bite out of her parfait, she hummed happily. This was so good! This is heaven!

Sekizan was startled when Haru was surprised. He blinked, wondering why but he soon learned that.

He shouldn’t chuckle at that but it was funny. Her reaction was cute. ❝I’m actually bad at sports. I’ve been injured doing other sports. I never joined sports until I was bugged in high school to join rugby. I didn’t really want to be part of it, the senpais were horrible; half-assing everything. But... I joined after seeing how determined my friend was about it.❞

“Whoa- he’s kicking their asses!” His eyes were shocked as he watched a player just steal balls left or right! It was almost hypnotizing!

Rizzo wasn’t exactly one to participate in this kind of stuff, or even really watch them on the tele unless Italy actually did something global wide. But the live stuff? Oh he was all for watching! The adrenaline is practically breathable- sweat, tears- sometimes blood is spilled and oh god it gets rowdy on the stands.

Rizzo jumped for joy as the team won, letting go of the fence and jumping around like a little kid at the movies. He finally ran back to the fence to watch the players celebrate, they were all so happy. Rizzo formed one hand into a megaphone and the other was holding up a thumbs up as high as his arms would go.

“GOOD JOB TEAM DANON!! WOOT- WOOT!!” He screamed it a few times on repeat- till his throat ran dry.

Sekizan looked up when he heard someone shouting from the bleachers. He looked over, seeing the person who was cheering and congratulating them.

He’s seen him around before. Just in the halls and such but that’s it. He sure was screaming a lot. He looks to his water bottle and he walks over to the bleachers. He smiles at the person, tossing his bottle up and over the fence for him to catch. He pointed at the bottle as if he told him to look and catch it.

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What’s with that? Why was he acting like he was bullied or something? (Tarras was that kind of person who didn’t realize that he basically did bully the poor young man, for shame)While he normally didn’t care about how his actions were perceived by others, he was still on the job—and having someone walk away from him looking all dejected wasn’t exactly a good thing.

The police didn’t always have a good reputation and this surely wouldn’t help their case. Running his fingers through his hair, he mentally groaned, staring down at the drink that Sekizan had set down next to him.

‘Normally, wouldn’t someone fight back and assert innocence or whatever? It’s not like everyone will listen, but it’s better than nothing, right?’

Ahhh this was so annoying! He’d picked up the drink, and took a sip. Not sure what exactly it was, but it tasted nice and sweet. Hah… he really didn’t like this. As haughty as he may be, he can (sometimes) own up to his mistakes.

“Hold up, young man. Follow me.”

Perhaps stereotypical, but a few officers have told him about a place that made excellent donuts.

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Sekizan learned his lesson in trying to prove himself. It never did work out. It just fell in deaf ears. Only those who never feared him were those in rugby. Those who knew he was kind and such were those in the same sports as him, those who watched his games, and those who knew him personally. Outsiders never knew. Just only so little did.

The taller male was thinking of something to do. Perhaps go practice? Maybe go to work early? He didn’t want to exactly go home and think so much about this. It was until he heard the stranger call out to him. He stopped, raising his head and looking back.

Follow him? Should he?

“Hai-desu. Haru thinks that you’re cool, Takuya-kun.” She smiled. Albeit he was a bit intimidating at first in terms of appearance, but that wasn’t something that would deter her! He was really nice and anyone who could pack away this much sweets? They’re pretty cool in her book, and she thinks that not because he’s eating all the cold desserts.

Hm? Have some of the others? Oh, she couldn’t do that, that would be too gluttonous of her! “Hahi! Oh no no, it’s okay-desu. Haru is more than fine with trying a bite of the limited edition dessert, thank you for sharing~ If Haru eats too much, she’ll get bloated tomorrow.” Throwing her figure off the rail was not something she found amusing to think about. Speaking about figure… he was really muscular, wasn’t he?

If her friend Yamamoto or Ryohei didn’t teach her anything… “Ne, Takuya-kun? Are you an athlete? You are very well built.” His body wasn’t quite built like Ryohei’s or Yamamoto’s so she didn’t think he was in baseball or boxing.

He hasn’t heard a compliment like that from someone outside the rugby world. It felt nice. He’s not sure on how to express it but it really did feel nice to be complimented like that from someone other than his teammates. He looked down at his dessert, smiling a bit. It’s refreshing. To meet someone who isn’t afraid of him.

Sekizan nodded, understanding where she’s coming from. She didn’t look like someone who did sports to be honest. She probably keeps her figure some other way other than physical activities. Though, he shouldn’t really judge on that. She could have been doing some sort of work out it just doesn’t show. He himself on the other hand, is able to eat this much and still maintain his figure. Even if he did put on some weight, it helps with the sports he’s in. After all, he’s had teammates who are mostly fats than muscles.

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“Yes, you looked as though you wanted to fight someone. Trying to intimidate me? Not going to happen. No one scares me, Tarras Doberg.” 

It seems that maybe he didn’t understand the term, or maybe he was just playing dumb. You never could tell with delinquents now a days. Some are crafty in the way that they act like angels, but are really rotten apples. That being said, he truly had no idea how good of a young man Sekizan really was. A sweet thing, and Tarras wasn’t going to find out until later.

He waved Sekizan off, when he lowered his head towards him. Looks like he had a bit of manners to him. The image he had of the ‘delinquent’ brightened ever so slightly. He didn’t know why he was being handed over a drink, unless it was a bribe?

“What’s this? Trying to bribe an officer? I don’t fall for bribes.”

He does, however, fall for praises. At this point, he had this nagging feeling that he was bullying the young man, and it was irritating him. What kind of officer does that? The idiotic ones named Tarras, that’s who.

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He blinked, realizing what happened. It was like with everyone else. Only person who knows it isn’t like that, that isn’t part of his team, was his boss and the girl Haru. Everyone else strayed away from him. He doesn’t really have much friends besides those two at this point. He only wished to intimidate only for rugby games, out side of it, he didn’t want to scare anyone off.

When the stranger was skeptical, he couldn’t help but feel sad and lonely.

An officer no less too. He didn’t know what to say to be honest. If he tries to say something, it’ll probably just make everything worst. He just leaned down and left the drink at the side of the male’s feet and he turned around. He started walking off.

Haru was more than okay with talking to someone who had a bit of an awkward side to them, given all the people she knew. There were many of them who were odd, violent, shy, popular, and even more things! She didn’t discriminate really against people anymore. As long as they were good at heart, she could get along with them!

“If you’re really sure, then don’t mind if Haru partakes~” Her voice chimed and she took a bite out of the parfait and hummed happily. It was so good! If he didn’t have the same dessert she had, she’d offer a bite in return, but what’s the fun in that if he already ordered the same thing, right? “Hahi! It’s very good-desu! Excellent-desu~ Thank you very much-desu~” She seemed to be in a magical wonderland at the moment.

“Takuya Sekizan… hmm… then, Takuya-kun?” She tilted her head to the side, while looking at him, wondering if he’s accept her calling him that. Being told that her name suited her because it was cute had her smiling brightly at him. “Thank you~ Haru’s glad that you understand.” She giggled, taking a bite out of her parfait. “In that case…” She took another spoonful of her parfait, “Your name sounds cool, like you are~”

Sekizan watched Haru take a bite, staring at her face. He smiled when she enjoyed the sweets. It was indeed delicious, he liked it too. He glanced over to the many sweets he couldn’t also choose from and ended up ordering for himself. He stared for a moment then looks back at her.

He nods when she wanted to address him as Takuya-kun. He’s been addressed by his first name a lot and he didn’t seem to mind it. Unlike others who think its a rather bold and intimate move of people, he didn’t see it that way. Though he blinked when she complimented his name and himself.

Rizzo hurried to the stands, his feet moving faster than his brain, making him feel like he is floating across the concrete in a weird way. He already knew he was late, but he didn’t want to miss the whole game! He at least wanted to celebrate a win in real time! He reached the stands, there was no time to find a seat now, he leaned up against the fence, clenching his hands to it and watched.

It took him a while to focus his eyes on which team was the schools and which was the opponents, since they wore very close colors- and also his glasses were slightly cloudy from his breathing and…well running. He glared up at the scoreboard, 5 - 2! Home team was winning! His feet tapped in excitement, he was going to see a rugby full take down! He watched intently, eyeing the home team very closely.

Left and right, nonstop, Sekizan stopped the opposing team. Whenever he was charged at, he would take it and not get tackled down then pass the ball to the next player on his team. He’d break free soon after and tackle anyone who tries to get in his teammate’s way. He never stopped, never gave the other team a break, not even a second to think.

He won’t stop until they win it to the very end and it worked. The home team won all because of this monster that never ran out of stamina, that never gave the team a chance. He charged and charged.

Yes, yes… of course it would be good. This place is well known for their desserts and it quickly became one of her favorites. She nodded her head in understanding, somehow feeling proud that someone else enjoyed the sweets that were offered at this store. It was like– someone agreeing with enjoying the music from your favorite band. It was that kind of mentality. 

It was truly a shame that she missed her chance to get the limited edition dessert, but that only meant she’d have to leave earlier for the next time to enjoy it. “Thank you~” She sat down across from him once he gave her the okay to sit down, humming a merry little tune, taking a bite out of her dessert. 

“Mmm~ It’s so good-desu~” Her voice chimed melodically, seeming to just vibrate with excitement. It wasn’t until she noticed that he nudged something her way that she broke out of her little reverie to see the limited edition sweet that she was hoping to get today. He was letting her take a bite? Is he sure? 

Not even Haru would so easily give up on a limited edition sweet to some stranger, you know? This guy was… REALLY NICE! This further cemented the idea in her mind that he may look pretty intimidating at first, but he was really nice! Nothing like the Hibari-san who looked intimidating and WAS actually very intimidating. 

Gokudera? He– well, he could look very intimidating at first, but once you put him in the same room as Tsuna-san, he could so easily turn into a fanboy. She’s not saying she can’t understand. Tsuna is an amazing person, you know? “Is it really okay? It’s a limited edition sweet, you know?” Were you really willing to share it with someone you didn’t even know? 

AH! Speaking of someone you didn’t know– she held her hand out for him to shake, intending to introduce herself. “Haru’s name is Haru Miura-desu~ Can Haru ask what your name is?”

The male nodded, he knows what it was like to not get the sweets you were looking for. To luck out on something. Its happened to him a couple of times, so he wouldn’t mind sharing it with someone. It’s really yummy and he wanted her to experience the taste of something delicious too. ❝..t’s fine.. you were looking forward to it.. I know what’s.. that like. So take some.❞ He glanced up at her, it was obvious that he was a bit of an awkward person with it came to talking to someone. Someone whom wasn’t his friends. Everyone here were strangers, strangers who didn’t want to approach him. Only those who would are those whom he played rugby with. Out side of it however...

He felt a bit of an outcast.

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!! Raising his hand? Was there a gun? No, a knife? No. Was he forming a fist? No, but he was pointing at him? What, are you picking a fight with him? Tarras’s eyes narrowed as he prepared for a fight, contemplating on devouring his ice cream all at once, but he didn’t want to risk a brain freeze. 

In a fight, a split second made all the difference to you getting a black eye or coming out victorious. He was about to open his mouth and warn him that he was up against an officer and he COULD go to jail for any offense done to him– but then he inquired about the ice cream.

“Are you serious right now? Who stink eyes someone JUST to ask them about the flavor of ice cream their eating?” 

He huffs, quickly deflating. It seemed that the young man wasn’t trying to start a fight or anything, so he could relax some. The flavor and where he got it? 

“The flavor is called ‘Royal Blue’ and it’s from the Ice cream shop a couple of blocks down that way.” 

What flavor was ‘Royal Blue,’ you ask? He wasn’t sure, he only chose it because of the name to be honest. 

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He slowly blinks, he was dead serious about that question. ❝..Stink.. eyes..?❞ He was rather confused about the stranger’s comment. Had he making a face that was unsettling to the other? What did he mean by the stink eyes? He brought his hand up to his face, placing the tip of his fingers next to his eyes. He pushes his fingers against the skin, as if he was massaging his own face.

He was very confused by that.

Sekizan lowers his hand and he nods. He bows towards the other and walked away, going to the ice cream shop the other mentioned. It didn’t take long for Sekizan to come back and he had a drink with him. It looked like lemonade but it was blue. He hands it out over to the stranger; thankfully he was still there.

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Rizzo was only a fan of sports for two reasons. One, because watching two teams get frustrated over one object moving from one side or the other was probably the most entertaining thing besides comedy itself. And two? Well, that’s obvious is it not? Two, men. Men with big muscles that could crush his skull. He was very much into that.

He began his way running to the campus rugby stadium. He wasn’t on his best of looks, since he woke up from his dorm bedroom only 20 minutes before now. But no need to worry, that’s why you always carry hairspray and gel in your backpack at all times! To work out your hair in a quick hurry, because gay men need to flirt till they drop.

He began skipping the steps and ran to the bathroom of the stadium as fast as a lighting strike. He pulled his hair comb out of his back pack and began to comb it the way he wanted, letting his feet bounce around as he combed.

At the line up, Sekizan was put on the team. He was given the same number he always had, eight. He kept his position that he had back in high school. Of course he had intimidated the people they’re going up against; that always happens. It’s never a surprise at this point and that was a good thing. He wants to intimidate them to have them bring out their fight mode.

The game had started and Sekizan was tackling people, passing the ball and flipping people onto the ground. No matter how many tried to tackle him down, he didn’t budge nor did he fall to the ground. He kept going and he would pass the ball too to avoid any penalty.

@taisekkii

   Heavy in the air was the splash of red that Saix known for years in the underground and the shining badge he worn over his breast. Off-duty business would’ve surely entitled him the benefit of relaxation, keeping his mind wandering not about the next day, but, how he’ll spend the next hour in solace with himself. Regardless, the lengthy and loosely braided beryl tresses of his hair rose as his nose wrinkled. His back though turned towards the chattering and excessive ranting of party-goers never meant he kept his attention aloof. The sharpened tips of his ears twitched, gathering the gasps and shrill silence to be a contributing effect from the ghastly scent of iron in the air. 

      “What the hell did he do?!” One voice gasped, feminine in her mid-twenties and never had dealt with blood, he could tell by the exaggeration in her tone. “Someone call the cops!” Another voice demanded, older than the last but just as naive from how aggressive he sounded. Perhaps, he was only calling out that request to avoid responsibility if he began fighting. 

      Saix glanced downwards at his chilled fingers, flexing them in and out. He glanced once more to his glass, reserving his breath of disappointment from leaving. Alas, patrolling wasn’t under his pay grade, it was of the many duties he served as the head of his department. By the duties bested in his heart, he must serve the community to its finest., even if he wasn’t within his district, to begin with. Hopefully, superintendent Feitan wouldn’t be insulted that the Danon superintendent stepped in. 

      “I can handle it.” Clearing his throat as he announced himself, the officer parted from his seat from the counter. However, he slipped several dollars to the poor bartender who paid witness to whoever had been bleeding out. A friendly tip for the horrors of tonight, that should make up for him not finishing his drink too. 

    At the disposal of eyes now bearing into his skin, the man of 5′11″ glared around the room and, as expected, the sea of people either looked away or stepped away. His hands rested at the side of his pockets, quick to rest his right palm over the pocket where his badge and wallet resided. 

      One turn of the cheek and he had spotted the culprit, a clueless one at that. Candycane straying white hairs bundled with red were aimlessly standing near the bar, flesh tattered with bruises and blood. It wasn’t hard to tell that this man was an employee of the bar, given the uniform. 

     Saix took a step forward, not minding if the man was conscious enough or not dazed enough to be able to communicate. Regardless, immediate treatment and isolation were imperative to his conduct. 

    “Good evening, can you explain the blood on your body? You’re causing some distress.” 

Sekizan had a game today, it wasn’t anything major of course but even then, he took it seriously. If he didn’t, he’d be underestimating his opponents. Of course though, he also had work that night. It was a good thing the game was held during the afternoon and that it wouldn’t end too late. A good thing his boss had altered his schedule for just this week. Though when it came to games, Sekizan never did care for his well being. The rush always manages to cover up the pain, numbing it for a while.

He got a few cuts, bruises, and blood by the end of the game. A normal thing for a dangerous sports like Rugby. His coach bandaged him up as best as they could, the nurse wasn’t around at the time and the campus was closed too, so it was just a quick fix. He even made him shower first just to clean up. Though because the first aid wasn’t the best, eventually, it’ll start to wear out.

Like right now.

Sekizan managed to go through half of the night without having to worry his boss over the mess, but he did warn him that it’ll eventually wear out. He wasn’t so sure when, he wouldn’t be able to tell. He couldn’t tell from the distress he was causing too. He just simply thought because of his intimidating stature, that people stay away. He noticed they were whispering amongst themselves, just not sure as to what.

He just assume because of his already intimidating self along with the bruises and such was causing it. Though he wasn’t aware it was because of the blood that was already showing and staining his clothes. Not until one of the guests had approached him and spoke to him about it.

❝..Blood..?❞ He carefully moves his hand up to his head and touched the side of it. He looks to it and saw the blood on it. Ah, it worn out. He looks back down at the other male.