LOG: The Art of Blowing Stuff Up Who: Uchiha Shisui and Dean Winchester When: August 1st Where: Around the dorms, Forest What: Shisui and Dean set things on fire. Literally, it’s all they do. Plus a few explosions and commenting on Shisui’s choice of fire color. Warnings: Childish insults Open or Closed:Closed Observable: Yes
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Shisui really, really didn’t like faking it for the damn crowd when he had to play a game, but he could do it. Pretend to be happy, shoot pretty gets of fire, do interesting genjutsu. Yeah, sure.
Until he got his head ‘accidentally’ knocked in by the opponent when it was a stupid light game. The medics had told him that there was no concussion once he’d finished (obstacle courses were much more dangerous than the death games, of COURSE they were) and just told him to ice it to avoid a bruise. So like a good little patient, Shisui was icing it.
Face-down on a beanbag in the commons. It was the bean bag’s fault for being comfy. Shisui could hear well enough, so it was okay. Or not, and he would get stabbed in the back by someone. Who cared, at least he wasn’t eating the ice.
Dean leant against the doorframe of the common area and watched Shisui for a few moments. He’d been looking a little... sulky the last few days - days? Had it been a few days yet? Dean wasn’t sure. Obviously Dean was going to have to step in and cheer the sullen little brat up. Hopefully by making him explode some more stuff.
He stuffed some of the candy he was holding into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully; how should Dean get Shisui’s attention? He pelted a few pieces of candy across the room, mostly hitting the beanbag and the floor around Shisui.
“Hey! Wanna come make bombs?” Dean spoke hopefully, there was only so much wandering around he could do before he started to go nuts. More nuts. “Or you can test more food things on me?”
Tilting his head up, Shisui looked at Dean. Stared for a few seconds, and then put his face back into the ground. “Getting paper bombs would mean facing my crazy roommate,” He stretched an arm out and pawed the ground for one of the candies. “I have been told that the food thing was a complete waste of time and that I will never, ever figure it out.” A serious exaggeration from “not quite working like you wanted it to”, but he was feeling like a melodramatic dick today.
Wow. Very sulky brat. Jeez. Like Sammy on a bad day. Dean shoved another handful into his mouth. “Eh. It was fun. Or at least less boring that everything else. Maybe you could try prove ‘em wrong?” He pushed himself up off the wall and made his way over to Shisui.
“Want some?” Dean pushed the bag towards the sprawled out ninja-kid. “Who’s your roommate?”
Shisui snorted. Snickered, and pushed on of the thrown candies into his mouth. “Mm, I was bullshitting, Dean. Apparently I figure it out, but it doesn’t work the way I wanted it too. Still doesn’t, after I was shown...” Blah, there. He’d talked to Dean. Now Dean needed to go away. Or something.
“I’m fine snacking on the things that’re on the floor,” He muttered, sighed, and rolled over to look at Dean. “A woman who keeps putting illusions on various objects in our room...” Fun times. Not. Except it was in a way, because they seemed to be good, but they still made Shisui just a LITTLE paranoid.
Dean frowned, “Illusions? What kind of illusions?” See, now people thought Dean was crazy and delusional but then there were these freaking skeevy witches who did things like that. Or what else could illusion stuff? Dean looked back through his memories of various creatures he’d faced or even just the ones Dad had taught him about. Witches seemed the most likely though.
“Is she using hex bags? You found any little pouches with bones and shit in them? ‘Cause they are not good.”
“Like genjutsu, but it was more emotion-type. Just things like that,” No admitting that the good happy fluffy stuff had made him freak and flee. “Nope, she just talks at stuff... Basically genjutsu without handsigns or straight chakra.” Now that Shisui thought about it, maybe he could talk to her and observe the way she did that... But that would mean dealing with her again. Strange woman. Agh!
Dean nodded a couple of times, no real idea what Shisui was on about but it didn’t sound like black magic from what he was saying so Dean figured he could worry about it some other time.
“Come on.” Dean wheedled, a plaintive whine to his tone, one that annoyed the crap out of most people. “Come entertain me. Or I’ll entertain you, whatever. I need bombs.”
“If you keep whining like that, I’m giving you bombs by shoving them down your throat,” Shisui threatened, and then sighed. Shifted the ice back and got to his feet, taking another candy. “Fine, fine, fine, come on and we’ll get paper bombs.” He would get a few smoke bombs for Dean, too. He would be amused by them, probably.
A grin lit up Dean’s face, one that would fit more on a young child’s face than on the face of a young man. He chose to ignore the threat and focused instead on the prospect of explosions in the near future. “Awesome!”
Dean headed to the door quickly, anticipation curling in his gut at the chance to do something interesting in the godforsaken place. Entertainment, that was what he kept saying, the world needed more goddamn entertainment.
Bombs would do for a while.
Rolling his eyes, Shisui sucked on the candies and went at a fairly fast pace for the door, despite his melancholy mood. “C’mon, to my room,” He snagged Dean’s sleeve and headed for his place, sure that Dean would easily match it. Probably surpass it.
Dean kept pace with Shisui, despite the childish urge to run as fast as he could. “So, whadd’ya wanna blow up today?” The manic gleam in his eyes would probably scare most normal people away.
“Uh, trees?” Shisui shrugged, and then stopped dead. Grinned. “I’ll get the exploding tags, but if we can get our hands on some alcohol, then...” Wait, did Dean know about colored fire? “It’ll be awesome.” He looked up at Dean, the manic look not even phasing him.
“Awesome.” Dean nodded and then looked at Shisui. “Well, come on then. Move a little faster. There are trees outside waiting to be blown into very small pieces all for our entertainment.”
Shisui looked at Dean for three seconds. “I’m going to flicker with you. If you shoot me, I’m letting you go and god knows where you’ll end up.” Probably splattered against a wall. He grabbed Dean’s elbow and twisted his chakra, careful not to hurt the other. He was even nice and did his best to keep the other from getting dizzy.
Dean waited until he was sure that his feet were actually on some kind of ground. “I do not like it when you do that. It’s weird.” He couldn’t keep up the glare though. “Now, hurry up and find the bomb things so we can go make things go boom.”
No Sophie? No Sophie. Okay, he was safe. “Yeah, yeah, go see if you can find some alcohol,” Shisui padded to his weapons locker and drew out a scroll with paper bombs sealed inside. He thought they had rubbing alcohol in a first aid kit...
Dean reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a flask - which had taken some effort to get hold of but whatever. “Will this do? Whisky?” Dean looked curiously around the room. It was mostly the same as his own and there wasn’t anything interesting or weird enough to capture his attention and distract him from explode-y things.
“Yeah...” Shisui ducked into the bathroom, and pulled out said fluid. “It’s not going to get drunk, though. I’ll get some...wine, yeah, so we can do things with that too, but if you don’t want that to get burned...” However Dean wanted it. Pocketing the scroll, he held the bottle in the crook of his elbow, and threw his hands into a sign. Made a face. A single clone appeared to his right.
“Damn things cost too much chakra,” Shisui muttered as it flickered away. “Let’s go! It’ll find us.” So long as he didn’t pass out. Maybe next time he would try to cut out it’s ability to speak. Or something. Why were clones so painful?
Dean eyed the space the clone-thing had disappeared from warily. “Then why do it? Why not just fly yourself there to get stuff?” He tucked the flask back into his pocket. “Are we walking or teleporting?”
“Because I’m going with you,” Shisui told him. “I don’t trust you alone, Dean!” He snickered. Looked up. “You choose. It’s between faster and scenic!”
Dean wavered between the two options for a moment; he really didn't like the teleporting but they were talking about explosions here, speed was of the essence. "I'm trustworthy. I haven't damaged anything - much - or killed anyone or done anything." He was practically whining, there wasn't any freaking outlet here. He wanted to hunt something, damnit!
"Okay, teleport me." Dean thrust out his arm dramatically and closed his eyes.
Shisui laughed at Dean, and hooked their arms. “No puking. I’ll try to be gentle.” Except being gentle involved using more chakra, which would make him feel sick and want to pass out. So, the ride would have to be rough for Dean, oops.
When he flickered, he was sure to keep them on level ground, so Dean would have less of a chance of losing his footing. And it have him plenty of room to fall to his knees and not be sick on him.
Dean staggered forwards a few steps when they landed. “Holy crap! I swear that gets worse every freaking time. What the hell!” He whirled round and pointed at Shisui. “And you , don’t even think about laughing or I will do something to you that you won’t like.”
“Sorry, taking people with me involves using lots of chakra, and the more I do it, the less I have,” Shisui said with the straightest face that he could muster. “Good thing you don’t have much of a chakra system to turn inside-out.” A grin, and Shisui bounced away. “Firewood! We need firewood! Wanna blow up a tree for firewood?” They weren’t too far from the training field, good.
“What!” Dean folded his arms and glared as hard as he could. “And I can tell you’re laughing. You’re just lucky I want bombs more than I want to hurt you. Why do we need firewood anyway?”
“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling,” Shisui told him, and took out a scroll. Bit his thumb, drew it over the ink and carefully caught the papers that were unsealed in a puff of smoke. They were attached to a strand of trap-wire, but it was easy enough to undo them. “Firewood to make a bonfire of the coolest colors you’ll ever see.” He nodded, and took one off the string. “Remember the radius of these things?”
“‘Kay, that is something I wanna see.” Dean watched what Shisui was doing carefully. “It’s times like this I wish I had that chakra stuff you guys are always on about. I wanna make bombs.” Radius, that was the circle-y thing, right? “I remember last time you wouldn’t let me near the things, so I’m thinking closer this time.”
“It’s fun. Colors and stuff.” Shisui nodded and glanced at Dean. “Most of us don’t make our own bombs. I’m not too great with seals, so I don’t know how to make the good ones, just ones that cause damage if you’re close by. On top of it, whatever.” He singled out a good, dead-looking tree, and caught Dean by the sleeve to drag him to it.
“Okay, but wood chunks are going flying, so keep your wits about you.” Shisui eyed the tree; it was old, about his width, and fairly small. He thought it would do. He gave a few tags to Dean. “Be gentle, don’t slap them on. Put two on either side of the tree, as high as you can reach. I’ll do some down here.” He nodded. They might set fire to the whole forest, but at least it would be fun.
“Whatever you say.” Dean reached up and stuck the whatever-they-were to the tree. He could live with doing this every day. Sammy was always going on about getting a normal job, if there was one that involved bombs the Dean was all for it.
He started walking away from the tree, ready to dodge flying wood. “Dude, do you think there’s a job where I could do this?”
Shisui put his own close to the base, leaving them perpendicular to Dean’s own, in a sense. “Put bombs on trees? I don’t know. I know there are jobs to tear down bridges with bombs in my world. I was sent to guard someone doing that, once.” He would activate the bombs with a seal. He sealed the leftover bombs away, and snagged Dean to have him duck behind a wide tree once they were about twenty feet away.
“Dude, stop dragging me.” But Dean couldn’t stay whiny for long. Explosions! “Maybe I should have paid more attention to that guidance counsellor, she could probably have told me. If only I hadn’t been more interested in her boobs.” Dean sighed. “Come on, then. Blow it up already.”
“You make it easy.” Shisui told him, and snorted. “I dunno what that is, but you should stop focusing on boobs. It’s probably bad for you.” He didn’t get them, exactly. Not the fascination that many guys and Ruby had with them. They were just a body part, like anything else. He held one hand out in front of Dean. “Touch my palm.”
Dean shook his head. “You’ll learn. Nothing is better than boobs. Except legs. And a really nice ass and a good mouth...” Dean raised his eyebrow. “And why would I wanna do that?” Immediately going against his question he reached out and placed a finger in the center of Shisui’s palm.
Shisui tuned Dean out. Blah, blah blah. “I’m not blowing up anything unless...” The moment Dean touched it, he formed his free hand into a seal, and the tree exploded all at once, the bark exploding outwards, followed by dark smoke and the orange light of fire. Reaching up, Shisui grabbed Dean’s collar and wrenched him down to avoid a chunk of burning wood.
Dean shook Shisui off and stood again, watching the fire burn intently. The smoke thinning by the time it reached him and curling almost seductively around his body. He grinned as he watched; the fire slowly burning out and the smoke dissipating.
“HAH! That was awesome!” Dean turned back to Shisui and grinned brilliantly at him.
Nothing important had caught on fire, so Shisui counted that as a success. He gave Dean a thumbs up and grinned at a burning piece of log close to their feet. “It was. Paper bombs don’t always do that, so it’s fun when you can make them,” He said with a nod. Reached up and twisted his hair. “Okay, time to start kicking wood into a pile. Hopefully they won’t all be too burned...”
The grin stayed firmly on Dean's face as he started to shove bits of tree into a rough pile with his feet. "They would come in handy for dealing with monsters, that's for sure. God, a wendigo wouldn't even know what had hit it! It would just burn. That would be awesome." He turned to Shisui. "Come on! More speed. I wanna see me some fire."
Shisui was poking together his own pile, though he had gathered a few sticks. They would need some tinder, though it would probably be easy to catch the logs on fire with alcohol. “The clone should come back soon, calm down.”
After a minute or so, the clone did come back, sporting a cardboard box. In it were a few jars with various powders, some tall bottles of wine and some other alcohol, and hand sanitizer. Shisui took the box from the clone, left it to gather tinder, and grinned.
“Pick a color from the rainbow, Dean!”
Dean warily watched the clone; it was still freakish that Shisui could do that - freaking ninjas. “Umm, blue?” This was shaping up to be the best day ever.
“That’s boring, Dean,” Shisui said, but picked up a small chunk of wood, waited for the clone to gather a little more tinder, before spilling the gel of the hand sanitizer onto it. Then he put rubbing alcohol onto the pile. Holding the chunk away from him, Shisui shot a small stream of fire, and set it alight.
For a moment, the typical orange flame held, but it quickly gave way to blue. Shisui held it by the edge of his fingers, but grinned; it was dark enough that the blue was easily seen. With a flurry, Shisui tossed the burning wood into the pile in front of him. It erupted with blue and white light, and he started laughing.
“You pick something interesting, then!” Dean found himself laughing along with Shisui, watching the fire burn bright and hot. “Show me some more the, you little pyro.”
Giving Dean a thumbs up and a devil-may-care grin, Shisui picked up his bag of chemicals and fled to another, smaller pile of wood. The clone offered him some dry grass, and Shisui grinned.
The next fire was a strange mix between red and blue to create violet. Shisui was cackling as he stepped away. “This good for you, Dean? Purple fire!”
Dean pursed his lips, "Well, I guess it's okay." He backed away a couple of steps in case he was going to have to run. "Kinda gay, though. Don't ya think? Are you gonna start wearing rainbows?"
“Shut up Dean.” Shisui told him absently, eyed the fire, then picked up a half-lit stick to wave at him. “It just looks awesome,” Would flame carry if he flickered? “I bet it would look cooler if I lit you on fire, though!” He leered and waved the stick threateningly.
Dean laughed and ducked away behind one of the trees. “You’d have to catch me first, ninja!” Not that it would be hard if Shisui teleported but whatever.
A harsh grin, and Shisui ran after Dean, moving quickly but not yet using chakra, neither to run fast nor to teleport. Just jumped over a root and tried to catch Dean on fire.
All in fun, of course.
Dean threw himself into a forward roll, picking up a long branch as he stood up and brandishing it threateningly at Shisui. He held the position for a moment before grinning and lobbing the stick in Shisui’s direction and running in the other direction, winding through the trees in a wide circle around the fire.
Shisui danced out of the way of the stick, realized that the fire was clawing its way towards his hand, and decided that it would be stupid to fling the stick into the undergrowth. Instead, he lobbed it towards the fire, waited until it was caught, then sprinted after Dean. “I’ll just throw you in!” He yelled, grin wide on his face.
Dean threw himself at full tilt round a couple of trees, ducked under a low branch - get out of the way! - and came skidding to a halt on the opposite side of the fire from where he started. “Or maybe I’ll throw you in, you little pyro!”
Shisui looked at Dean, then flickered and appeared behind him, hands coming down against his back. He shoved just enough to make him stumble, but as long as Dean wasn’t frozen, he’d be fine. “Like you could catch me!”
Dean’s smile dropped off his face as he tripped forward and he whirled round, right hand pulling his gun out and pointing it in the direction the push came from. He closed his eyes and released his breath as he realised it was Shisui. Shisui. Fuck’s sake Dean, why so jumpy?
He tucked the gun away and smiled weakly. “Yeah, dude.”
Shisui jumped as Dean turned the gun on him, and almost flickered then. Instead, he went still and looked at Dean carefully. Hummed and moved to sit in front of the fire. “Sit, enjoy the colors!”
Dean breathed out again and turned to sit. “More colors, dude. C’mon.” He raised an eyebrow. “Not exactly impressed here.” He only just checked the childish urge to stick out his tongue and instead slumped on the floor, back against a tree.
Shisui looked at Dean, stood up took out a fluid from the bag, and dumped it over the fire. In a sudden rush of strength, it changed from orange to green. “Better? Or we could just blow things up and set fire to the chunks,” He told Dean.
Dean grinned and tilted his head up to look at Shisui. “Bombs, ninja-boy. Lets blow some shit up.”
Shisui just grinned at Dean, and knew that it mirrored Dean’s own smile.