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

[lieutenantantichrist]

[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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[aflashoffaith]

Who the hell are you to tell me what my job is?

[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.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Somebody with a fucking bare minimum sense of decency.

[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.

[aflashoffaith]

[It was the change in Blake's tone that finally caused Minato to release his grip, his head turning as he scoffed, stepped back.

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.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake shakes out his hand. It's hurting like a bitch from blocked punches and the guy's grip.]

[He scowls at the ground.]

They can change things all right.

[Back in the real world, nothing is ever going to be the same.]

[aflashoffaith]

[He considered that quietly for a few moments, shoulders lifting with an exhaled sigh.]

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.