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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
[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.]
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.]
Note: Beating the shit out of Blake is 100% fine
[One hit just makes him want more. Makes him lock on to him as a target for the bloody, brutal revenge he never got to have.]
Necessary?! You twisted fuck! A little kid can't understand this shit! You're getting children killed, there's no fucking excuse!
[He puts all his rage into a swing for Minato's face.]
lol, I don't think Mini would
It was completely unfair to engage in a fight, no matter how badly he might have wanted to return that punch.]
Don't presume to understand the position myself and the previous Hokage were in.
[The expectations, the unspoken devotion they had to the village as a whole, not to the people themselves. Pushing children quickly through the ranks long before they were truly ready, sending them on missions directly to the front line. Konoha's forces had dwindled rapidly by the day, there hadn't been anyone left to send instead.
But it was guilt, too, that drew Minato's anger- if only he had argued against his students being sent out, if he had been a better teacher... They hadn't been ready. He hadn't been fast enough to save them.
Still, his tone was almost eerily calm as he spoke, even but firm.]
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Get back here, goddammit!
[Blake whirls around until he finds him again and charges toward him]
There's no fucking reason to send a gradeschooler in a warzone!
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[Talking wasn't going to get him anywhere, Minato knew that. But it was the only option he was comfortable with taking- minus possibly just teleporting away.
He remained in place though, easily reading Blake's advance, shifting on his feet and raising his arms in order to block or deter any more punches.]
Hitting me won't change that.
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[He can't get a single hit through on the guy but he keeps going anyway, hurling his rage and body weight into blows one after another]
Some kid has nothing to do with your fucking issues!
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[Their world was cruel- expectations piled on tiny shoulders, hatred cycling and driving each of their actions. It was entirely possible though, still, for the children to live out their lives in relative safety as a civilian, rarely seeing the horrors of wars being fought outside the boundaries of their village.
But those with a clan name, with special abilities, were never given that option. If they didn't learn to fight, and early, they were in more danger than being sent out on the front lines. Other villages were always looking to increase their military ability, and kidnapping a child to exploit was hardly beneath them.]
I don't think my issues are the problem here.
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[He's throwing everything he has at Minato, and the bastard's not even moving. Panting, arms aching, Blake lets his attack lapse.]
[he snarls into the blond asshole's face] You don't know what you're talking about.
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[Blake might have started to slow down, but the last swing was caught instead of deflected, Minato's hand closing in firmly over the other man's fist, fingers tightening to punctuate his words and ensure Blake would stay put to listen to them.
His patience was being severely tested, and if pushed much further he had no qualms over breaking Blake's hand or wrist. Or both.]
Two of my students proudly gave their lives to defend each other, and the village. I gave my life to protect them all, leaving me unable to watch my own son grow up. But I'd do it again a hundred times over if it meant keeping them safe.
I won't have those sacrifices belittled because you think you have the right to tell me what I'm supposed to do.
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[Blake clenches his teeth to keep from barking out in pain at Minato's grip. He tries to wrench his hand free, but it's stuck tight. There's no sign of effort on the bastard's face. Blake gets a bad, bad feeling that he can crush the bones if he feels like it.]
[He doesn't have anything else to fight with. He looks at Minato and it's not really him he sees.]
[His voice comes out raw, all the force gone.] Little kids, you son of a bitch.
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Underneath the underneath. None of this really had much to do with him, did it?]
One man can't change the world. No matter how much he might wish he could.
[What would he have given to be able to save his kids? To be able to live up to the expectations Jiraiya had for him, to make some kind of significant difference in their world before his death.
That hadn't been his part to play. And that, was that.]
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[He scowls at the ground.]
They can change things all right.
[Back in the real world, nothing is ever going to be the same.]
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Perhaps what I said isn't entirely true.
Our world... is fueled by hatred, a cycle with no end, revenge encouraging that same hatred in each new generation. It had to start somewhere, didn't it? A friend, a family member, was lost, and with that loss came a desire for vengeance. An eye for an eye.
[And if it wasn't stopped, the whole world would go blind.]
But where does it end? How does it end? The actions of one might start a change, yes, but I think it would take the actions of many to stop it. That's why I fought. That's why I taught my kids to fight, to protect not only themselves but their ideals and their dreams.