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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"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."

Becca grinned and took her finger away from the trigger, done with trying now that she'd met her goal of hitting the target. "That was fun~. Thanks for letting me try," she said, still keeping a proper grip on the gun until she passed it to him, much like passing a knife.

He took the gun from her gently, the weapon quite at home in his hand, offering a congratulatory grin.

"You're very welcome."

She backed up a bit, then pulled out her notebook. "Can I watch you for a while? Or will that put you off your game?"

Yukio nodded, taking up his stance before the wall once more. "Don't worry about me."

He'd come out here to be alone, to be honest, but he didn't mind Becca's company, and easily fell back into his routine. Shot after shot followed hers into the target area, tightening the space systematically until the wall bore a solid triangle of white.

Becca spent the time drawing him, first doing a drawing of him shooting his gun. Then she did a drawing of Yukio and herself holding hands. A girl can dream, after all.

After a while he un-holstered the second gun strapped to his back, making sure that it was loaded with blanks before taking alternating shots with both hands. He wasn't born ambidextrous, and it would be a shame for him to lose the ability due to lack of practice.

She gasped in amazement, pausing in her drawing to just watch him shoot the two guns. Now that was cool. She started drawing him shooting two guns.

He kept that up for a little while before finally calling it quits. He could try for a few trick shots, but Yukio was no showoff. He didn't have enough blanks to keep going for too much longer, and there was no way he was switching to real ammunition.

He glanced over at her, deftly expelling his used magazines and stowing them away. "What are you drawing?"

"You," she answered, smirking amusedly. "Want to see?" she asked, holding up her notebook. The wind whipped by and turned the page, though, displaying her drawing of the two of them holding hands.

He stepped over to where Becca was seated to get a better look. He seemed impressed by the first drawing, though he only saw it for a moment before the wind saw fit to show him something else.

Yukio blushed brightly, staring opening at the picture displayed.

"Um..."

She could guess from the look on his face which picture the wind had decided to show him. She blushed vividly and quickly snapped the book shut, then opened it up carefully to the proper picture again and held it, careful to hold the pages so they couldn't blow to and fro this time.

He did his best to will that blush down, pushing his glasses up his nose and smiling awkwardly.

"... That's very nice."

"I uhm. I uh..." She fumbled for words, still a bit embarrassed herself. "I'm glad you like it. I mean... I..." She took a deep breath, and decided to say something before she had a chance to rethink how bad an idea it was. "I'dliketoholdyourhandonthewaybackifyou'rereadytogobacknow."

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