I COULD NEVER SLEEP MY WAY TO THE TOP [complete] Who: YOSHITSUNE (rumblingdino) and YASUYOSHI SANO (fabulous_clock What: Sano takes Yoshi out for games, and then they bitch at each other for a while :| oh yeah and Yoshitsune's not in the best of moods :| Screw you too, Hotel. When: Yesterday o/ Where: Garage -> arcade in town -> outside the arcade Warnings: Language and gay flirting \o/
And so, the Rumble King awaited, perched on the back of a motorcycle, though he wasn't going to agree to ride in that tonight, no no, that was special :| In any case, he waited, watching for the iron clock, swinging his legs a little. With the hotel, he was not pleased. NOT AT ALL. He swore never to shower again.
Just keep your clothes close. :< Sano was always careful to keep a stash, after all. And he arrived quickly, acknowledging the closet's...questionable choice in outfit with only a glance over it, before just skating over. No, not touching that. "Yoshi."
:||||| "Sano." yes, that was his only response. That was all. DEADPAN.
"Taking the car?" Oh, yes. The rumble king was upset, it seemed, but Sano didn't blame him. That tie was COMPLETELY out of season, dammit!
OH FUCK YOU TOO SANO. FUCK YOU TOO DX "Please." Oh yes, he was being mono--or duosyllabic-- whatever. He was using one word at a time :| He would have gone naked but it looked normal when he got them out of the closet, and they wouldn't come off.
HE ONLY ABUSED BECAUSE HE CARED. D: Sano nodded, unlocking his car with a swift motion and wandering over to it. And god help them if some idiot tried to key it while they were at the arcade. D< He'd kill that motherfucker, with the mood he was in right now.
Bah |D it'd fix itself maybe. At least it wasn't a clown car :| The man slid into the backseat, lounging. "So, what's been up? Ya look down lately. Yer supposed to be all.. I dunno. Floaty." He waved a hand, motioning.
"Floaty? Why is that?" Sano sighed a bit, and swerved around some screaming old lady. Traffic lights were for sissies. "With the current circumstances, I don't really have any reason to be." HEY, that bastard just tried to side-swipe him. D<
YOU WERE DRIVING DOWN THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD :| "Even so. Don't like it," he said, looking up at the ceiling of the car, completely at peace. +A+ ah, Sano's terrible driving. How he missed it so.
"..." Another sigh, and a sudden slide into perfect parallel parking. Ah, that was never not fun. Well, it was a little comforting, at least. There was a reason he was friends with Yoshitsune-besides the man's willingness to smack him upside the head when it was necessary. "...I'm really not sure it's any news to you I'm an idiot, but I hadn't really realized I was so terribly unreliable." And with the way he said it, with anyone else, it would have just been a joke. u_u;
Best way to get somewhere fast, make Sano drive :| If he needed somewhere far away? best to ask the Soras. They had jetplanes :c "No problem, I got my business, you've got yours, don't expect much more than the occasional food run. We're friends, an' I'm just saying I'm here if you need me." He gave a shrug as he sidled out of the car, cautiously looking from left to right, making sure no one else saw him :|
"I know, I know. I just...I meant--is it so hard to depend on me for anything? To actually tell me when something's wrong?" Sano was liking this honest self-awareness thing less and less as time passed, he really was. This called for a violent game, oh yes.
"Hn," he said, before taking a seat at one of the fighting game consoles. Japanese style arcade <3 Oh, Sano. "You know I'm not into that girly shit." He managed to win the first few rounds with one hand, as he lit a cigarette with the other, and hold his half of the conversation up. :| Good thing about ADD? doing a whole lotta shit at once.
"Yeah, yeah." He laughed a little-he really did know. He usually went to Mimasaka with this stuff, but he was sorely lacking in fag-hag, here. :< What was a homo to do--HEY WTF DON'T HADOUKEN HIS ASS WHILE HE'S NOT LOOKING. D: "I wasn't so much meaning as just that way as...in general."
USING KEN IS CHEATING DX "Best you get is this, sorry to say," he frowned slightly, furrowing his brows to fire off another effortless combination. "It's different, Aeon," he stated, yellow gold eyes still focused on the game console before him. Twist the joystick-- "you would understand if you had your own team."
"...You of all people know why I won't start one." And Yoshitsune did know--Sano was capable of working as a team player, sure...but he did his best going solo or in a pair. And furthermore...the heir to Sano corp., head of the team of an illegal sport? They couldn't afford that kind of publicity. Sano's eyes narrowed--if he focused, he could prove a fair match for even the Gamer King at this. "...I can watch from learning. As far as I can see...even the kings have someone they can rely on. You have Benkei, Agito has Akito..." Combo, combo, Strike! Oh, how he loved Ivy.
Ramming the joystick with a swift move, tapping away at the keys-- to see him in such an environment~ |3 "I'm not one to counsel you on relationships, Sano. Ask me anything but that," he raised a hand, dipping his head. Because if he was talking to Yoshitsune about this sort of thing? He already knew what the dinosaur's answer would be, that he wouldn't like it, and that he came there to have it said and someone to get angry at in case the Dinosaur was wrong. "You could have-- you know what? Nevermind."
"...Yeah, this entire thing is stupid. I know that. But who the hell am I supposed to ask? Fucking Sora? Hells, Yoshi, I'd rather cut my own balls off. You just don't ask business partners that shit." Ack. D: KO'd. "...Ehhh. It's all a pointless wish, anyway. I'm not even sure what I want anymore. Just a roiling mass of contradictions and neuroses. If I gave a fucking shit I'd fear for the future of Sano Corp."
"You shouldn't be focused on one pinprick of light." That was all he gave. As a reason for not being focused on it, who knows? The bright spark perhaps could blind you, but perhaps it laid with not seeing any of the others. Even disregarding that, would be to give oneself to them all fully, taking in the shared light.
Sano was never much of a team player. :< Who knows how he might have grown up if he hadn't been forcibly molded into a company leader he just wasn't, but there was no use wondering. He only really needed one or two people. "...Fair enough, but it's hard enough to learn to be able to depend on just one. Too much light and a shadow like me might just vanish~
Have a punch to the head, Sano. :|
Okay, he deserved that--SHIT THE GLASSES D:
HE COULD JUST WEAR YOSHI'S :| "Don't ever fucking say that around me again." His own glasses? Gone. Those narrowed golden eyes focused solely on Sano, expression cold and very. Pissed. Off. "You're not allowed to. Pull that shit again? I'm fucking gone. Fuck, Yasuyoshi."
If it had been before coming here, he might have flinched. If it had been before coming here, he wouldn't have said it. But this was a man who'd been broken (rather, well, literally) and been put back together rather...haphazardly. "...Fine. I can do that much." Goddammit, he was turning in to Kaito. D: What happened to the days when he'd been perfectly confident in what he was capable of? Oh, that was right. Farfarello had torn them away with his intestines.
"Like a goddamn beaten puppy," he spat, glaring. "Where's the fight? Where's the will?" The Rumble King wasn't done with him yet :| not by a long shot. "Don't answer that, because I'll get fucking emo bullshit again. Where is the fucking smarmy, manipulative douchebag I on- fuck it." The man wiped a hand back through green locks, abandoning the console "Goddamn it, Sano." \o/ and it still had quarters D: and continues--! He was going outside.
"....He died. I died. There's nothing on the other side, Yoshi. I would have fucking preferred Hell to that. But there's nothing." There was that flicker there. Anger. It wasn't completely gone, not at all. He stood slowly. "What the fuck am I supposed to do, Yoshitsune? There's nothing here even worth bothering for. I can't throw everything away and fight when I'm tied down by fucking idiots who'd rather I'd be safe and caged. And I can't even break the chains they've made because I'd still rather be a puppet with a purpose than be another angry punk without a future or a reason to be here. I can't be either here, Rumble King-so tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to be here? What fucking mask do you want me to wear this time?"
The man had settled to leaning against an alleyway wall, dwindling supply of good cigarettes and all :| The green-haired one listened to his little rant. "In what universe does any of that really matter?" He took a drag, not focusing on Sano at all, here, at least visually, "Really now. Since when have I, has Simca, has ANY member of motherfucking Genesis CARED whether you were the little golden boy of the company or not?" It wasn't that rare enraged tone from before, simply that relaxed calmness. "You're a rider. A fucking good one at that. You're talking of shit that don't matter. Let me tell you a secret, Sano. Rather, some advice. Secret advice. Whatever. Don't let it matter. Don't let it bother you. Own what you are, your flaws, your good points, your annoyingly endearing quirks. Embrace it. Find a goddamn backbone of your own and quit relying on everyone else, who, while you're having your moral dillemma, are dealing with their own problems perfectly fine, whether it be fighting a battle or being eaten by fucking ghost-faggots. You are the most important person in your life. You're worth dying for, Yasuyoshi. Don't sully that with degrading yourself like you have been, by letting this own you instead of turning it around, taking advantage of it."
He wasn't sure what pissed him off more, the fact that he was certain Yoshitsune had deliberately provoked this, or that he was right, god-damn the smug ass to hell and back. "...Fuck you, you know I wasn't talking about my family.' It was sullen, it was muttered, and it was as close to admitting defeat as he was gonna get. "...Fucking kings. It was so much easier to be a doll, fucktard. Y'had to go and fucking make me happy, the lot of you, didn't you?" He wasn't really complaining, not at all...but it was Sano. He couldn't just...say shit like that without fighting it. Couldn't accept that it was okay to live just for himself, just do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, without fighting back a little, token resistance because he had no other way to respond. "...Shit, Yoshi. I just want the whole mess to end. So we could just ride without having to worry about kings or politics or the fate of the fucking future or whatever. Just fly. ...And for fuck's sake smoking is bad for you!" If he'd told him once, he'd told him 9042 times. D:
"I like to live on the edge," he sneered, tongue rolling around that little cancer stick. "Never thought I'd see the day you'd complain about me sucking on something," he gave a little grin. "Hope I'm still good enough at the others to keep ya interested," he hummed, eying the clock with a devilish grin. Fingers plucked the thing from his lips, as he exhaled. "Frankly, I don't care so long as things stay interesting. I watch out for my own, protect our pride. How it goes."
"Ehhh. I'm not much of one for protecting shit. If I'm gonna deal with someone, they don't fucking need my protection. Kogarasumaru is a favor to Simca, 'sall." Well, originally. The brats had grown on him, like some sort of extra-obnoxious fungus. But he didn't need to say shit like that to Yoshitsune. "Guess that's why those aren't for me--I'd rather have a few people who can fight at my side than an army I need to protect. The princess is a fucking nag and she's always in a different castle. Fucking annoying."
Yoshitsune knew it :| because he had experienced it too :| "Ignoring the sucking comment, I see," he murmured, before rolling his shoulders. Ugh, stiff. Wht don't we all roll our shoulders? Ahhh~ now doesn't that feel better? T'each there own. It's not about protecting THEM it's about protecting their honor, though. Being an example. Someone t'live by. You got no idea how fucking annoying it is to keep this shit up."
"Don't I? It's publicity, except you actually give a shit about what you're supposed to represent instead of making pretty words to sell something. " Sano shrugged, digging in his pocket for a hair-tye. He hadn't cut it since his brief stint as a woman--he was still mulling that over. Either way, in a place like this he'd have to go to him and he really...didn't want to be near Spitfire holding anything sharp right now. There was a man who needed something to vent on--although it would have been nice if he hadn't been ignoring Sano for the last two weeks. But oh well. C'est la vie. "And Yoshi, I know perfectly well how much you suck, but the fact of the matter is, it's been four months since I had any consensual sex and it looks like it could very well be another four before I get any. I'd rather not think about sucking right now." Just avoid thinking about it, and spend alone time with the vibe and his hand when needed. It made it through. +_+;
"Hmn, well, my door's always open," he gave a shrug. The green one, serious? who knew? In any case, his face was away from Sano when he said that, and when he turned back, the glasses were back on. :c The world would never know. "Ah, true enough. It's worth it, in the end. Trident's my baby~" he hummed, pleased with how things had gone, generally. Out in the car, bitch at Sano, play some games, bitch at him a whole lot, then follow-up with a little ambiguity. |D smooth.
Some day, Sano would throttle the man for that, he swore. "And listen to you whine like you did after the last genesis party? Pffttt." Oh yeah, he just went there, bitch. >c Never let it be said the Aeon Clock couldn't be a petty brat sometimes. "Eh. It's good for you, but I don't need that. I'm gonna surpass them one day...the ones from the tower. I don't fucking care if it's impossible, I'm still gonna do it. The scientists can fucking kiss my ass."
"Har, har, that was the hangover talking," he grinned. The man watched him, nodded. "Sure ya can." He lifted a foot. Wearing the Regalia? Yes :| dangerous in this town. Perhaps he was a bit more paranoid before the Gram Scale started. "I did."
Sano just grinned. A grin he hadn't even worn in the fight with Gabishi--bright and burning and sharp, predatory enough to make a shark think fucking twice. This wasn't the smooth, suave manipulator that ran with genesis--this was the fiery, hot-tempered brat that had run with Volcano, toe-to-toe with the flame king. Watch out, boys, the Flame Prince was back. "I still owe that bastard a punch in the face, anyway. 6 years of interest's a fucking bitch. " Tempted, he was, to steal the cig and take a drag, but his lungs were too valuable for that shit.
The man gave him a thumbs up-- why, he had the Regalia anyway, last time he saw him. But Yoshi wouldn't tell. "have fun w'that," he smirked, running his hand back through that hair again. The Dino King had done as expected \o/
Ahaha, there was a reason Sano had called Yoshi out, after all. A man needed a friend to kick him in the face when he was being stupid, sometimes. "I plan to, but it'll have to fucking wait until people stop dying and shit. No good fighting if he's fucking distracted. I wanna beat him at his best."
"Like a glimpse into the past," he mused, grinning. "Have fun with it, boy," he gave a wave. "Walking home," he gave a little nod. So pleased :>
"Don't get yourself boxed, now. I'd have to bash your face into the wall when you came back~" He said it so lightly, but oh, he meant every fucking word. He was fucking sick of people he actually bothered to give two shits about dying. "Na, Yoyo-rin, the beanie-brat's been recruiting. Y'could try whipping some of his hapless victims into shape if you're bored."
"I won't, I won't," he waved. The man was cautious enough as is. Coping with what grimmjow'd done? Over, really. "Maybe, we'll see how things progress." he shrugged, "can't be giving my help to every hapless sap that wanders by, I take pride in being picky~" he hummed. Fingers danced over the shoulder of Sano, the Rumble King leaning in to give him a grin. "I only give to the best because I AM the best <3" just a few seconds in shared airspace~ before he was off on his own again, wandering his way home. \o/
Ack, tobacco smoke. Well, now. Off to find the idiot who'd keyed his baby, and then he was gonna burn something. >3 Oh hells, yes. Consequences be damned, he was throwing the masks out the fucking window. Fuck Sano Corp, fuck his father, and fuck Genesis. It wasn't like he'd remember this shit when he got sent back, anyway, so he might as well have fun and do what he wanted.