(Most of my activity is on my Hirato blog @secondshipcaptain at present. Gareki is probably going to remain low on activity until I can locate a new main for him. Still not giving up on him yet, but I’m most active over at Hirato right now.)
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“I know.” Tsukitachi replied from where he was seated, leaning back against the soft fabric. “Well, not there specifically I’m afraid. But if you go to anywhere, there’s always somewhere like that. Somewhere that manifests a darker side of human nature.”
He gave a one shoulder shrug, having no interest in being a lecturer either. Gold eyes carefully observed, made notes, but kept their usual warm lightheartedness to mask it all. “Huh?” That caused a tug of the corners of his mouth downwards. “Gareki, the only who seems to hold that thought is you. The stupid and the weak don’t survive in the situations you’ve been in. Nor are you a kid. Perhaps legally, but you’ve been through far more than kids have.”
Gareki jumped to his feet, slamming his uninjured hand on the First Ship Captain’s desk. “Yeah, well if that’s true then let me do something!”
“Look, I know I’m not inhumanly strong or fast or anything like that. I’m not on your level. I get it. But I’m not entirely useless, either. I’m sick of sitting on my ass all day and babysitting that dumb animal while everyone else is out their risking lives. This is my fight too, goddamn it!”
Yotaka. Tsubaki. Tsubame.
Kafka has taken everything from me. I refuse to stand by and watch from the sidelines any longer.
Slinking back into his chair, Gareki lowered his head, his shoulders shaking in silent frustration. “So please, I’m begging you...just let me do something.”
Anonymous asked:
Hahaha what are his nicknames for the other Circus members?
Hirato: Shitty Four-Eyes Tsukitachi: Fruity TieNai: Dumb AnimalKiichi: Blue-Haired HarpyJiki: Botany Boy Akari: Pissy Pink-Haired DoctorIva: Ball-Busting Psycho BroadKaroku: That Smug BastardYogi: (There are so many nicknames/insults that they warrant their own list)
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【SHORT LYRIC STARTER CALL - For: @yogi-is-annoying】 Song: Run Run Rebel
“That’s the price you pay when you play with the pain.”
“This?” Gareki huffed, cold eyes gesturing to his broken and bandaged left arm; a result of the latest varuga attack. “This doesn’t come close to the shit I went through back in Karasuna. If you fucked up there, those back-alley doctors are more likely to cut you open and sell off your organs than try to cure you.”
In no mood to receive a lecture from some fruity-tie wearing Captain, he flopped back in his chair, averting his eyes to the ground. “Believe me, I can handle much worse than this. I’m not some weak and stupid kid, you know.”
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His head cocked to one side as the other tried to escape from his grasp with absolutely no success beyond seeming to have his full attention for a few moments. Yogi glanced down at where he was gripping the other’s wrist before slowly focusing on his face again.
“Nia left and you were all interfering. Plus the medicine.”He replied simply, as if those statements alone provided a full and reasonable explanation to why he had acted and behaved the way he had.
“Rough?” He considered this in silence, debating it, and then fingers uncurled to release him from the vice like grip that he was captive in. “Because I want to be. I’m not some merged experiment or-or something to be discarded and wielded at will. I’M Yogi.” Eyes narrowed with dangerous intensity .
Missed him? Yogi paused before he got to his feet and stood up, letting his head fall backwards and the wind rush through the strands. A deep breath and then he turned towards Gareki. “Missed you?” He shuffled back over, crouching by Gareki’s side. “Did you miss me?” It seemed like a genuine question. “Do you want to play a game?” A smile on those twisted lips of his, vacant in expression.
Gareki pulled his wrist to his chest the moment it was released, protectively cradling it with his other hand. Flexing it tentatively he assessed the damage. He was fairly sure there wasn’t any long-term harm done, but damn it hurt like a bitch and there was sure to be one a hell of a bruise there later. Still, he continued to push down the pain and any outward indication of fear as sharp, unwavering blue eyes silently questioned Yogi.
What the fuck? Was that an act of mercy? Or is everything he does just on some random ass impulse? Does he not understand his own strength? I seriously don’t get this guy...
The former thief felt his blood run cold as the other man’s expression turned dangerous accompanied by the assertion that he was Yogi. Gareki recalled the last time he had emerged. How he had been hunted down and violently subdued like an animal, his face streaked with dried tears.
Yeah, he was incredibly unpredictable and shitty-four eyes had made it clear that Circus was responsible for keeping him in check, but at that moment he couldn’t help but pity his existence.
Lowering his eyes, he muttered under his breath more to himself than anyone. “I know what it’s like to be treated like less than a human. To be discarded and thrown away. You don’t need to tell me what that feels like...”
“Play?”
Gareki’s eyes narrowed as he weighed his options. He could try to use the pretense of playing with Yogi long enough to steal away into the woods and call the Second Ship for assistance, but that would probably only enrage the other man and completely shatter whatever bizarre understanding they seemed to have with one another. Or, he could...
“Sure, I’ll play your game,” Gareki smirked, raising his head to meet the silver-haired Yogi’s unreadable red eyes. “The question is are you going to play nice? ”
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Source: hopelessbaka
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IC Truth serum: "Yogi, does all of your underwear have that stupid cat's face on it?"
“…Gareki why would you ask about something like that?!” There is one hell of an embarrassed blonde now turning red. “…No. A lot but not all of it-”
“It’s not like I wanted to see your freakish cat panties. The Sheep sorted them into my laundry by mistake.”
“Here! Take them!”
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“Supposed….supposed to be better.” He mumbled the words absently, a hand pressed to the middle of his forehead. Supposed to be better, so why wasn’t it getting better? It had, for weeks now it had seemed better.
Confusion sprang to life at the suggestion that Gareki had made, a hand slowly rising to his own cheek before falling to his side once again. “My allergies?” No. No that was wrong. It wasn’t that. Or was it? He never could recall anything during one of his allergy attacks. “I suppose maybe…”
“Gareki!” A pained sound as he found himself being forced to look at the other. He squirmed, trying to escape those gloved fingers but it was firm to the point he nearly sobbed. He felt….caged. Mind, body, he swallowed, whimpering as Gareki’s tone while his eyes met the raven-haired male. “I-”
A violent shudder raced through his body, pupils blown wide as he stared at Gareki. Wrong, wrong something was- “He’s not suppo-!” Silence. His head lolled forward, eyes rolling up in his head for a moment. But then they snapped open to meet his, glowing while his hair changed to a far more striking silver.
Laughter left his lips, a hand raising to catch Gareki’s wrist and pull himself free. “What a surprise, Gareki. Did you forget about me? They all forgot about me. HE forgot. Or maybe thought that was it. Did you think I was gone?” His grip did not relent on Gareki, glowing eyes focused intently as he irritably ripped off the patch and let is disappear into the wind. “Gaaareki~” He cooed the name, a large grin spreading across his features.
Fuck!
Gareki grit his teeth, trying to pull himself free to no avail. The inhuman strength of the silver-haired Yogi was so intense that he feared his wrist may break at any moment, especially if he tried to struggle too much. The last thing he wanted to do was to incite this asshole into shattering every damn bone in his hand.
“Tch. It’s pretty hard to forget a guy who threw me clear across the upper deck of the Second Ship the last time I saw him.” He replied calmly, trying his best to conceal the intense pain the other was inflicting upon him. “Last time we ‘played’ you were a little rough, you know.”
I don’t get this guy. He’s saved my life twice now, he’s protected me, but he won’t hesitate to try and break me, either. What the hell is his deal?
Gareki was also fully aware that for every moment the silver-haired persona remained in control, it put a devastating amount of strain on his host’s body. The sheer power of the unrestrained cradle cells were too much for Yogi to handle for an extended period of time. An episode of this nature, if left unchecked, could hospitalize him if not kill him outright.
Yogi, hang in there, alright? You better not fucking die on me.
“Why the hell are you here?” Gareki glared weakly, trying desperately to ignore the searing pain now radiating down his entire arm. The last thing he was about to do was to gratify the other Yogi by demonstrating any outward signs of weakness or fear.
“So, what’s the special occasion, eh? Did you miss me or something?”