Amycus Carrow (bithnyianking) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-12 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | amycus carrow, yue katou |
Who: Amycus Carrow and Yue Katou
What: Amycus runs into Katou for the first time since he almost destroyed the world and loses his temper.
When: End of Februaryish
Where: Just somewhere out and about.
Rating/Warnings: Probable language and violence
Status: Complete when posted
Amycus felt like things were finally starting to come back to normal for him after the world almost ended. He was finding a balance with Regulus and the girls and work and the Magic Guild - even though he still wasn’t any closer to finding a way to get the Mark from his dreams off of his arm or to deactivating the spell that would allow him to be tracked through it if Voldemort ever showed up. He wasn’t giving up yet - there were still books he hadn’t looked through yet. And members he hadn’t talked to who might have more experience with things like that. He’d figure it out. Somehow.
Right now though? He needed to figure out what he was going to do for dinner that night with the girls. He’d asked Regulus to give him a night with them alone so that he could tell them that he’d asked Regulus to officially move in, which he knew he probably should have done before making the offer but...he didn’t think they’d mind. He was driving down the street when he saw a somewhat familiar blonde haired man walking down the street, he was missing an arm but as Amycus pulled a little ahead, glancing in his rearview mirror as he drove and pulled over to park he was convinced it was Katou. The guy that had caused all that trouble just by not securing his shit. And just like that the anger was back. His girls. His boyfriend - they’d been put in danger because of this….kid.
“Katou!” He said, getting out of his car and walking around the end of it to stand in front of him.
***
Katou knew the whole mess was his fault. It was a thought that was nearly constantly on his mind, though he was able to dull the constant, gnawing guilt by self-medicating. It was something he was doing more and more often these days, but Katou found he didn’t really care. Who needed him anyway?
He was spending most of his time these days, alone in his house, but even he had to leave sometimes. Like now, when he realized that other than an expired jug of milk and some old, stale bread, he was completely out of groceries. He was a little surprised when he heard his name, and then Amycus was standing in front of him. He hadn’t really noticed the car pulling up next to him. “Hey Amy,” he said, grinning lopsidedly at the guy. “S’up?”
***
Amycus felt his hands ball into fists at his side at the nonchalant way the young man was acting. God he wanted to wipe that grin off his face. “You mean after we averted the crisis you caused? I’m fine.” He said, his words coming out clipped and tense, his shoulders rigid as he stared at him. “How’s it going finding places that are actually secure to store your world ending items?”
***
The flash of guilt in Katou’s eyes was so brief as to be almost non-existent before he settled his face into a stony mask. He knew he fucked up. He knew that everything that had happened fell squarely at his feet, and he sure as shit didn’t need some asshole rubbing his face in it.
“I ain’t got no more world ending objects,” Katou said with a shrug, and then made to push passed the angry Brit in front of him. “You mighta missed it, but the egg cracked. Ain’t my problem no more. Nice chat.”
***
Amycus reached out with one arm to stop the other man from getting past. “Oh no. You don’t get off that easy. You don’t get to almost kill everyone and then decide it’s not your problem after the fact.” Yeah he was probably being unfair but he was pissed.
***
Katou wrenched away from Amycus, stumbling a little with the force that he’d pulled away with but managing to get his feet under him before he fell to the ground. “Well what the fuck do you want me to do about it? It ain’t like I’ve got a fucking time machine, now is it?”
***
“How about taking some fucking responsibility for what you did? Thanking everyone who worked to clean up your mess? Would that be too much for you considering it’s not your problem anymore?” Amycus said, actually practically hissed at him.
***
Katou didn’t thank anyone for anything, and the idea of this practical stranger demanding it got under his skin. “You helping save the world helped you and those kids of yours just as much as it helped me,” Katou snapped. “I don’t gotta thank you for doing something for yourself. I know what I did, and I am taking responsibility.” He’d stepped back from anything that might cause him to fuck shit up any more than he already had. The only thing he hadn’t done was remove himself from the lives of the people he cared about, though he spent a lot of nights lying awake and staring at the ceiling, telling himself that he really should. Michael would be better off without him dragging them down, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to step away yet.
“Listen, dude, you don’t fucking know me, so just fuck off, alright?”
***
“No. You’re right I don’t know you. I just almost killed myself cobbling together a spell to help you. Not sure if you’re aware of this but it’s not easy making a spell up. Especially not one like that. But I did it because you needed help. Someone I don’t even know.” Amycus said, fists balling up at his side without him realizing it.
And then that statement about fuck off hit his ears and he lost it - he swung at him. Years of training in boxing guiding his fist towards the other man’s throat.
***
Had Katou wanted to, he probably could have parried away Amycus’s fist, or at least knocked him away. But Katou didn’t want to. He deserved to be knocked around a bit. So he squeezed his eyes shut, braced his shoulders, and took the punch.
The force of it knocked him to his knees, and he brought his hands to his throat, coughing painfully. And then, from his position on the cement, he burst out laughing. It hurt his throat, but Katou didn’t really care. “Oh, don’t kid yourself man,” Katou rasped. “You didn’t do shit for me. You helped me out because this is your world too and you woulda been just as dead as me if everything had gone to shit.”
***
Amycus felt guilty when the punch hit. Not for throwing it - because the little shit deserved to get decked in his opinion - but because of how good it felt to connect that way. To force someone to their knees. It was a feeling that came way too close to how his dream self felt cursing and killing people. It made him feel dirty in a way and that pissed him off almost as much as Katou’s attitude had. How dare anyone push him to that point emotionally? But worse - how could he let someone? He took a step back as Katou was on the ground, fists still clenched but removing himself from striking distance as he looked down at the blonde man.
“But it still would have been your fault so yeah - I did it for you. For everyone. But at your request.”
***
Katou looked up at Amycus, beaten and pathetic. Nothing that Amycus said was wrong, and Katou knew it. But he couldn’t apologize, and he couldn’t thank him. He’d lived his entire life under those rules. No apologies. No debts. He definitely wasn’t going to change for some random dude who happened to have a useful spell or two. He pulled his knees to his chest, and rested his forehead upon them. “Just go away,” he muttered.
***
Amycus forced his fists to unclench as he pulled out his phone and pulled up the number for the cab company his office used, debating with himself ordering a cab to take this kid home. They could bill it to him like they always did. “Why? So you can feel miserable and sit here on the street?” He asked, one brow lifting as he looked at him. “You’re talking to the wrong version of me to go along with that. I’ll call you a cab and have them charge my account to take you...anywhere.” It would assuage his guilt a little bit.
***
Was this guy for real? First he punched Katou in the fucking throat, complained that Katou had forced him to help him, and now he wanted to call a cab. Katou brought his head up, looking incredulously at Amycus and fighting down the urge to kick his ass. If anyone deserved to have their pretty little face messed up it was this guy.
Then he took a deep breath, still painful around his throat, and stood up. He doubted Michael or Kanan would be very impressed if he got himself arrested for assaulting some rich bitch, and he’d already put both of them through enough. “Don’t bother,” he spat coldly, already walking away. “I got it.”