lieutenantantichrist | [6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

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[Carter sighs.] You and every other kid here. I shouldn't be surprised by now.

Where're you from? Who kidnapped you before?

I'm from Konohagakure, and more recently from Michi no Sato, and the first time it was Iwa-nin, the second time it was on a mission and I was unconscious but I understand it was a band of unaffiliated nin.

[What begins as listening soon turns into a blank stare.]

Try that again in English.

[He huffed a breath.]

Less complicated words then. Leaf village. Kidnappers were enemy ninja. Better?

A little bit, yeah.

[Not everybody speaks Japanese, kid.]

You should be all right now. Well, that's usually, who the hell knows what's going on today. Usually the routine is you show up and you get some kinda mutant animal.

Why wouldn't I be alright? That was months and years ago. [He stared at him.] They didn't succeed.

And I have no animal.

Christ, how many times can a kid get kidnapped before fifth grade? What are you, seven? Good thing you had somebody to rescue you.

That's weird. [Blake could never have foreseen a time when not having a plant or a reptile or something at your heels would be the strange thing.] Everybody gets one. They look out for you.

Tell you what. You can borrow one of mine until you catch your own.

I'm eight, and I don't need one if I'm not actually going into combat. [He paused, flustering slightly.]

I've learned from my mistakes, really.

Eight years old and not going into combat. In a sane world that wouldn't be a surprise.

[Carter's relieved to hear it.]

How many mistakes can you have? You've barely had a chance to make any. Wait til you're my age, then you can talk about mistakes.

My teammate died in front of me a few months ago because I couldn't get him past his jealousy of my skills. [He peered up into his face, solemn.]

That was a mistake and a regret.

[Carter's eyes bug out.]

Jesus Christ. You say that like some kids say "I just had a juice box."

[Something about the way he says it makes Blake not even consider he's not telling the truth.]

...I would have really really rathered I had a juice box actually.

[He shook his head a little.]

So would everybody!

Jesus Christ, where are you kids coming from?

I'm from Konoha. [He blinked up at him and gave him a wry smile.]

It's a wonderful village.

Cone oh ha...where've I heard that before?

[a kid shouldn't be able to smile with that much world-weary irony.]

Sounds like a nice safe neighborhood.

Have you met any other Shinobi? [He blinked at him and fished out his hitai-ate with the Konoha spiral from a pocket.] Or seen one of these?

Shinnow...yeah, I've heard that before. [the headband is familiar too.] Like that kid with the goggles, Obby-toe.

Jesus Christ, you too? [He'd been getting the idea the kid was far from normal, but god damn.] It is soldiers from goddamn gradeschool.

You knew Obito-nii? [His eyes widened, and he promptly moved forward a couple steps, staring up at him.] When did you meet him? How? I didn't know he was friends with any civilians outside the village before he died!

[It's a new experience to get the third degree from an 8-year-old who doesn't blink enough.]

Yeah, that guy. Don't know anything about his knees, though.

I ran into him here a while back, he-- hey, wait a minute.

[He crosses his arms.] I'm a cop, not a civilian, and he's not dead.

[His eyes spun into crimson and he looked the man over top to bottom, clearly evaluating him. When he finished, he blinked them away.]

You're built like a civilian. You might be a civilian combatant of some sort, but that's still a civilian. And... Obito-nii died four years ago, I remember the funeral and everything.

[Blake barely hears him. His attention was all caught up by the kid's eyes.]

What the fuck was that?!

[He quickly realized where he was staring.] My Sharingan.

What the hell is a sharing hand and why is it in your eye?!

The kid's not dead, I talked to him the other day!

[Blake's capacity for crazy bullshit is being exceeded real hard right now and his head is creaking under the strain]

Sharingan, and it's a bloodline thing. [He huffed a breath.]

How's he doing?

That doesn't answer anything! Eyeballs are supposed to stay eyeballs, that's what they do!

He's fine, and alive, no mistake.

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