Mikura "Kazu" Kazuma (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thoughtformed2013-04-26 08:34 pm
lightmyfire) wrote in thoughtformed2013-04-26 08:34 pm
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A-alright I don't know who decided to take the joke this far but the crack about me being an insignificant character hasn't been relevant for at least four plot arcs! Come on! If this is just another weird virtual A-T training, I get it. It wouldn't be the first time I've woken up in some weird-ass place... but this full-immersion shit is really pushing it. Calling a guy fictional really isn't funny when... well, it's just not. Just because someone exists in a different reality or medium or... whatever. Doesn't mean they're not real...
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I'm not... that slow any more.
[and at stops paying attention to his device so he can run]
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In the last few moments before the boy rounds the corner, it occurs to Spitfire that Kazu might only want to see him to take out some of that anger he's been denying. The kid hasn't arrived yet and Spitfire's already smiling. Well. He can try. ]
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That's kind of what happens when you are clocking more than the legal road speed limit down these vaguely suburban roads. he does a perfect double take, twisting hard several yards down the road to curve into a brutal stop that drags a line of fire after him. There's nothing comical about the grace with which he pulls it off; 100 percent flame king right down to the way he straightens himself up after he's stopped and ignores the cinders on his pants leg.
And then he stands there. And stares, chest rising and falling softly from the exertion of a hard run with no warm up--and no time to think. Was he angry at Spitfire? It wouldn't have ever occurred to him that he might be. Every time he thought about Spitfire it was like putting his hand into a fire; He could never snatch it back quickly enough to avoid the sting. He dealt with the AI because it was training, and he could focus on the burn in his muscles to the exclusion of all else, including Spitfire's easy smile.
It was pretty unavoidable now.
He clenched his fists, staring down at them.]
A-asshole... icecream shops closed.
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I'll take you out another day.
[ Smile never leaving his face, slides back through the door into the salon, gesturing for Kazu to follow him.
There was stacks of boxes between chairs for supplies- scissors and razors of different purposes, shampoos and lotions to be stacked on clean, empty shelves against the wall. A variety of flowers and potted plants to be decided between for the perfect ambiance. Still a sizable amount of preparations to be made before the first client can be served, but nothing a weekend of work with Simca couldn't settle. Work with Simca here meaning Spitfire did most of it, kindly deferring to her judgement on a few superficial matters, slipping into mutinous silences between the two of them when they disagree about scented candles (they default to Simca's choice eventually, though he'll switch the candle out halfway through the month, much to the upturn of her tiny perfect nose.)
Spitfire weaves between a few boxes, hardly casting Kazu a backwards look when he speaks. ]
It will scuff the floor, and I'd like to see them off, so if you could.
[ It's an offhand remark, lacking the proper nouns to give it any specifics, but Kazu should know he's referring to the regalia. And that it wasn't a request. Spitfire shifts through a few cabinets for an extra glass and a drink of a water for his guest. ]
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[Kazu's voice comes out as a squawk, like Spitfire had asked him to just go ahead and take his pants off.]
You want me to take them off?!
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It's a by product of the Flame Road, burning bright, can't help if it manifests differently in your successor than in you, Spitfire concedes with a shrug. Ice for the glasses, filling them with water now.
When he speaks it slow and even, as if Kazu's voice hadn't just commanded the small, hollow space. ]
Unless you expect me to kneel at your feet.
[ That's a joke- although he's not saying Kazu's welcome to keep the Regalia on either. Encouraging look back to Kazu, approaching him with full glasses. He gestures to one of the several plushly lined salon chairs, shiny and new, arranged in a sweet little line across the room. ]
Sit in one of those. I'm serious about the floor, they're still hot.
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[and just like that he deflates again, hurriedly throwing himself in a chair and consciously keeping both feet off the floor as he leans over, bent almost double so his face's hidden, to start unlacing them]
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So they've taken the Regalia from you before. That's why you didn't want to take them off.
[ That hardly needs to be said, but far be it from Spitfire not to make the blatant, obvious admissions. Also anything that might've happened after his death is still pretty unclear to Spitfire. He's letting Sicma tell him what she wants to at her own pace, but he can glean well enough things did not run smoothly. Spitfire has a feeling Kazu might be a bit more forthcoming, although it could potentially damage the kid, given his current state of mind. ]
It's just me now, Kazu-kun.
[ Although the kid might not have much reason to believe Spitfire is who he says. ]
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[still mumbling at the floor. when he gets the regalia off he takes them and puts them wheels-up in his lap, arms wrapped around them]
You don't... want them back? [his arms may tighten reflexively a little at the question]
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Of course not, I'm retired- Aeon's alive?
[ The first part of the statement is an instant response, dismissive, like an other obvious statement Spitfire might make. There's a dead weight in his stomach at the second half of it however. He has few regrets about how his life ended, and taking Sano down with it was one of them. Still, the weight was accompanied by dread- why would Sano go to such extreme actions against Spitfire's wishes if he'd died (as far as Spitfire knew) defending them earlier?
He takes a quick drink of water, debating if he shouldn't have fetched something stronger. ]
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[and his voice definitely cracks a little on the next part]
H-he died--again--when we were fighting Nike, after he tuned the regalia for me.
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That's very accommodating of him.
[ Deliberately forces his voice not to sound so heavy, he barely recognizes it that way. ]
The Regalia is yours, Kazu-kun, I have no right to take it from you. I was only the spark.
[ Sets the glass aside. Leans over the other boy to examine the Flame Regalia, I need to remember more stuff about A-T cause forgot what to even say here, flying roller blades, they look good right? sure. ]
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I'm still not... m-much of a fire.
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I doubt they'll let you wear those in school. You'll need to think of somewhere to store them.
[ He knew when he gave Kazu the title that it would change his regular human life, that he might have to dismiss some earlier, youthful indiscretions to keep up with the road. Not might, it was a definite. But that doesn't stop Spitfire from wanting Kazu to retain still some of that normalcy. While the others had sometimes disparaged humans for the banality of their lives, Spitfire always held a nagging interest in the ordinary. Of course, beauty and skill were important. But Gravity Children barely knew anything normal, like work or school, or anything beyond the heavy handed dangers of their destinies. It's part of Kazu's appeal, that simple, ordinary youth Spitfire wanted for himself and the others. Maybe we would't have been so terrible to one another if we'd be born the same.
The comment about not being much of a fire snaps Spitfire from that line of thought. He's smiling again, happy to state the obvious. ]
But you've been training.
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O-of course! Even after... All that stuff... I still train every day!!