niteo_logs | Weep little lion man

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Weep little lion man

Characters: Okumura Yukio and ANYONE
When: Meh, why not today.
Where: A little ways off from the apartment building
Rating: PG, probably?
Summary: Yukio's been having a hard time, and he's looking for some alone time. You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?

It had been days since he'd confirmed the disappearance of Fujimoto Shiro. More than a week, actually. Probably more. It was difficult to keep track of the days in Nesreca, where each twenty-four hour perioud was composed just of eating (when Rin reminded him), sleeping (when he was very, very lucky), and constantly foraging for supplies that rarely appeared. But he had to do something to keep himself busy.

It had been easier at home, the loss of his father. He had his job teaching to distract him, his missions, the pain less acute with all the distractions their world provided... but all he had here was Rin and the constant reminder that they were, once again, on their own.

He'd settled himself a ways from the apartment building, loading one of his gun with practiced, almost automatic motions. There would be no danger of ricochet. Not here, not now.

Gunfire rang out shortly after, the loud cracks permeating the air at even intervals as smears of white powder from his specially prepared blanks peppered the nearby concrete wall. It was theraputic, and he was long overdue for some proper target practice.

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Yukio blinked up at Becca, halfway through loading a new clip when he realized just who it was calling out to him. He hadn't expected any company (though he really should have, in hindsight. Gunfire was pretty effective for drawing attention, after all), but he did a very good job of keeping the conflict off of his face, instead fixing his normal smile in place.

"Hello, Becca-san. Are you alright?"

"I'm all right," she answered quietly. "Bored, mostly. There's nothing to do here and everything's boring..." She sighed, feeling lost more than anything. She didn't have a little brother to devote herself to here, so she felt confused, not sure what to do with herself without a purpose. "How about you? What'd that wall do to you?" she teased half-heartedly.

He chuckled lightly and smacked the clip into his gun, letting the weapon drop to his side as he addressed the girl.

"I haven't had the opportunity for target practice since I arrived. I thought it was about time to do something about that."

It wasn't a lie. He certainly didn't want to get rusty, especially not in this place.

"That's cool," she said, smiling gently. "Guns are cool. I bet even I could use one if I had to," she mused, not realising just how difficult it really was.

"I'd ask to try, but you probably can't spare the ammo. Can I watch you?"

"I wouldn't waste my ammunition here. They're special blanks made just for target practice." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small capsule, pinching one end and letting white powder drift to the ground.

"It would still sting pretty badly, though. You've never handled a gun before?"

"No, it's not something just anybody does where I'm from, especially not kids," she explained. "It's amazing that you're good with them," she said, blushing slightly as she complimented him.

"It's fairly unusual where I come from as well. Illegal in Japan for the most part, actually."

Except for the military and police, which one would assume the Order counted as. He was sure there were all sorts of allowances made for the Order to operate properly beneath the government... if it was beneath any government at all. Yukio supposed not, not with the Vatican acting as their go-to for all official matters. The inner workings of the True Cross Order weren't something he could hope to be privy to at his current rank.

He smiled, appropriately humble. "I've been practicing with them since I was very young. I've had a lot of time to become "good with them"."

"It's still amazing. Most people don't have the discipline for that kind of practice. ...If you're using practice bullets, can I try? Just for a little bit," she asked, curious about what it felt like to fire one.

He glanced down at his weapon for a few moments. There would be no harm in letting her fire off a few false rounds, especially while he was right there.

He motioned for her to come closer, dropping his clip out of the gun for just a moment to double check that it was blanks he had loaded.

"Which is your dominant hand?"

"My right," she answered, stepping forward and offering out her right hand.

"Don't touch the trigger yet."

He placed the gun in her hand, sure to stay out of the line of fire as he did so. Rather than let her find her own grip, he arranged her fingers properly, reaching out to take the other hand and place it to support appropriately as well.

"Hold you arms out, like this."

She obediently and carefully kept her fingers away from the trigger, trying to hold it naturally but keep the hold he was showing her. She had a feeling that holding her hand tense was a bad idea. She stretched her arms out as he showed her, keeping her eyes on the gun in her hand.

"These are slightly heavier than normal pistols of this make. They've been specially modified."

He kept a hold of her hands, still standing off to one side.

"The recoil is going to be more than you'd expect, too."

"Recoil?" she asked, proving how little she knew about guns. "What do I do about that?"

Yukio smiled patiently. He was a teacher, after all, and this, while not a part of his normal curriculum, was doing wonders to help him forget his own troubles.

"It's the kickback you get when you fire a gun. All the force used to propel the bullet forward has to go somewhere, and it can be a shock when you're not prepared for it. I'll help you with that." He nods towards his hands, still clasped around her own.

"Okay," she said, moving her eyes to look at the wall in front of them. "Are we ready for me to shoot at the wall?"

"Yes. See the triangle?" He nodded toward the wall where, directly in front of them, there was a grouping of three powder smudges, evidence of his earlier shots.

"Aim for the center and fire when you're ready."

She aimed carefully, doing her best for not knowing what she was doing. And she fired, just once, hoping the recoil wasn't too terrible.

Yukio kept his grip on her hands tight, minimizing the recoil. She would still feel the shock of it up her arms, but there was no danger of getting thrown back, or worse, losing her grip and getting hit with the gun.

He looked to the wall, searching out the new smudge of white. It wasn't within the target area, but she had hit the wall, at least.

"Good."

She was proud of that, and grinned brightly. "Can I try again?" she asked. She wanted to hit the target, but she didn't want to waste his bullets, blanks or not.

"If you'd like." He smiled back, loosening his grip just a little.

The white smudge was far above the target, so she tried aiming a bit lower this time, and a little bit to the left to compensate for how it had gone a little bit right. She took a deep breath, and fired the gun again.

Her aim was still off, but closer.

"See the little tab on the end of the muzzle? That's the sight. Use it to line up your shot."

"Okay," she said, determined to at least hit the target area once. She closed one eye and tried to point the tab at the target area, then fired.

"There we go!"

The marking struck the edge of the un-drawn triangle, making it a lopsided sort of square. It was likely just simple luck that brought the shot so close, but Yukio wouldn't spoil the moment mentioning that.

"Good work."

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