Title: Kids
Fandom: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Character / Couple: Viral, Simon; ViralSimon
Set: Number 5 September
Prompt: 07. Lying to myself to feel better (Memento)
Rating: Red
Notes: AU fanfiction and yaoi, more or less to the school environment on the Western model. Set after the death of Kamina, exactly three years later. Nia is the legitimate daughter of Mr. Genome, which is the principal of the school she attended. Viral is the adopted son of man, brother of Nia. Another family to keep in mind: Simon and Kamina were really brothers, not character purely nominal and emotional.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, not my own or the following story is written for profit. The text and music of the song "Quicken" I have used both belong to the "Thousand footh Krutch"
Table: http://margherota.livejournal.com/12054.html
C ause it's the way we talk, the way we walk
The way your words connect my thoughts
The way we move, the way we stand
The way our world is in your hands
My life's just like We Shout
in prison but no one listens We're set all in
position Use us, take us, break us
The way your words connect my thoughts
The way we move, the way we stand
The way our world is in your hands
My life's just like We Shout
in prison but no one listens We're set all in
position Use us, take us, break us
D where he had already seen that kid stupid-looking?
where he had already crossed those dark eyes, small and extremely attentive?
were so familiar, safe storage in some remote corner of his memory the exact identity of that boy. Viral
but I could not answer, or rather not really had the time.
Good-day, bro! -
Nia, just out of the gate school, holding his clipboard still dark and thin, he had jumped on him trying to imitate a movingly fraternal embrace.
grinned the man, in a pale attempt to smile, then ignore everything else that was not his younger sister.
put his hand over his head, between those soft white hair that reached over the shoulder blades - beautiful.
-Hi, Princess! How are we doing today? The morning went well? -
... Oh man, as he remembered the man's face. How could it be otherwise? She could not forget
similar features, that face unmistakable. Several times - finally - if he found himself in front, with his feral grin that belonged only to him.
But at that point, the question arises ...
What was he doing with that ugly face of Nia Viral?
Simon, standing in the middle of the driveway outside the school set up his classmate embrace without worrying about the other tall man with thick blond hair. She did not remember that Viral had never spoken of any sisters, she attended her home.
The thing seemed quite suspicious, to say the truth, at least worthy of attention of a malicious.
But before he could do or think of anything, he heard the voice clear and confident Rossiu calling him with vigor.
-Simon! Hey, Simon! Do you want to move! -
The beauty of doing homework with the nerd of your class was that, at least, the result was more than satisfactory. The ugly nerd to do his homework with their class was that you certainly could not afford the distraction. Neither before nor during, nor after.
Simon snorted, looking away from the couple and following his friend.
first Destination: piadineria. Since the mind does not work well without the vital energy. Destination
second library. Since the silence was only expected as an external component.
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The small room was seized parlottante of people, at least the mouth of each were filled with food and words , so that rather vividly animate the closed environment of the small room.
Al "Nancy's" distant corner bar just two blocks from Saint Carl school, especially factory workers gathered nearby, workers and unskilled workers, as employees who break Dining quarter of an hour little to quiet his stomach rumbling.
as he was of modest size, at rush hour the bar was always full of people - it was difficult to place the tables, very often we had to make do with one standing near the counter.
That day, he wanted to Fortune or some other celestial god and very gracious, and hid in a corner of the room was definitely sacrificed a vacant table. Nia had flair and a view to this sort of thing, had focused immediately taken and receiving just in time because no one else occupied before her.
After fixing things up for one of their chairs, a clear warning for any usurpers, smiling like never before - and even pays the victory - went to the counter to order lunch and his brother.
So, the menu was always the same, fixed for two years in that part.
Calzone normal focaccette spring and beer mixed media for Viral, pizza with mushrooms and an orange for her, plus a portion of chips with mayonnaise to share.
A real treat for connoisseurs.
back with her tray full of food, sat down next to the man and began to eat, and Viral already filled the mouth like a starving in famine.
But Nia saw at once - just a few minutes to really realize - that something was wrong.
Although his brother had the snout usually too hostile, although his shoulders and his eyes were closed, throwing darts worse than that of an animal that is hungry for ten days, the young man realized that something was not right.
... It was too thoughtful to be the usual Viral. Something bothered him, this was more than evident.
Then, like a good little sister, wanted to intervene because the problem was solved at the root - and Viral was just back to being the rude grumpy as ever.
Seria face, leaned his pizza on the table and stared at the young face man next to her.
-Hey, bro ... sure you're okay? -
Viral stopped the mouth, yet with a mouth full of food, turning his face toward his sister. A snout came out first, then quickly chewed the morsel to have the language without any obstacles.
The tone of voice came out - as always - quite annoyed.
-course that all is well. Why not? -
He took a sip of beer, trying to look elsewhere and not just the young girl. Viral
But if her sister had hoped, for once, give up his natural stubbornness, had fallen very ill. Nia
not keeps looking at him, almost inquisitorial, so we had to fix it back in his big blue eyes of seventeen.
-Nia, I tell you that all is well ... -
-
not fool me! You certainly something! Tell your sister! -
Sometimes we forget that Nia's younger sister, you have three years apart from his brother. So, full of care, trying to simply be a shoulder to lean on Viral could, once in a while.
exit from the label that has always been its status as the "smallest house" had stuck on him would be a great success. For this
tried, though with very little results. Viral
then sighed, combing his hair very rebellious and bringing it behind the face with a gesture, so that at least the view was not impeded.
He had stubby fingers, dark-skinned and pina of calluses and scars. On the other hand, a builder could not aspire to have hands perfectly intact and aesthetically right. He had just granted.
He tried to smile at the girl - even if what came out was a grin just a little softened. A grotesque mask enough, indeed.
-You know, Nia ... I'm just a little 'for the job undone, that's all ... - It was not
convincing, just for nothing. Nobody taught him how to lie, when he was little - I was able to recognize, but not imitate, and this gave him a terrible nuisance. But Nia
believed his brother, and if they said that everything was fine, which was just tired, then surely it should be.
So he waited for the moment Viral was well rested and asked him again what on earth had: so it would no longer have excuses.
sure of her decision, she began to eat his lunch with enthusiasm, and Viral joined her.
had passed a few minutes Viral, as illuminated by an awareness of hitherto hidden, he remembered that he was anxious to make clear one thing in return.
The water was now being moved, and honestly the man did not know when the time would come to talk to Nia just one thing. So, supporting the impulse that told him to put an end to the agony that he had taken his brain - he was sure he would not sleep at night, if it was not aware of that damn name - put back in their calzone plate and cried to the girl.
-Who was the guy who has you escorted out of school? -
Nia stared at him, rubbed his eyes for a couple of times.
Then he smiled, realizing what the older brother meant. Completely misunderstanding.
just laughed.
-You have reason to be jealous, Viral ... is just one of my classmate! His name is Simon, and a most respectable family! Do not worry ... -
also gave him a pat on the back, to mimic the routine demonstration of affection of higher emotional expressiveness in Viral possessed.
These, quite astonished, he concentrated solely on his plate - starting to eat with a certain eagerness in his throat in order to kill any possible insult ingenuity of the poor Nia.
Simon ...
Why
that name sounded familiar to the ears?
Saying he was tired was definitely an understatement. Simon was exhausted
: thirty minutes had sufficed in the company of poor Rossiu, folded as two humps on their school books, which already claimed its head pity.
-tut! -
-seriously believe that this calculation is right? -
-are you kidding me or think I can find it funny? -
-Frankly, I am not surprised of your votes in geometry ... -
not a single compliment came out from that bloody mouth - not a single kind word.
However, Simon he could see how his friend undertook to find insults decidedly original, every single time. Just not the same ever, indeed, seemed to find exciting new ways to try to humiliate him verbally.
most probably made him feel better, or at peace with his conscience - as if he could actually be someone good at a subject like math so much insipid.
sighed, trying to silence the other by lifting the palm of the hand crafted to surrender.
... Can I go get an orange drink at the bar? I need a drink ... -
Rossiu glares at him, hand still in the relentless HB pencil. There
thought for a moment before returning his eyes to his book should not have allowed the distraction to take them, but he realized that Simon was not even a minute concentration beginning of the session - so I might as well close and that made that left him alone with his homework. Or so it concluded something.
The contribution of the other in the end it was not so necessary.
-How do you want ... bring one for me, please ... -
Simon managed to smile, getting up from that chair particularly heinous.
seemed an old and stretched out their arms in the air - so sore after well half hour of stillness constrictive. He yawned slightly, forgetting to put his hand over her mouth and took his jacket, took the few steps to the corridor that led him at the bar of entry and dived out of the library, located in the small square in front. Finally, he could breathe fresh air.
She took a deep breath before heading off towards the road, trying to walk as slowly as possible - in order to prolong his break ever.
The bar was really not far from the Library, but at least Simon was hoping to find a queue that kept him busy for a while 'time. It was not attractive the prospect of back to Rossiu and his obstinacy, definitely not.
Al "Nancy's" absurd, there was always a crowd at that hour.
climbed the step that raised by the local paved road, opening the door with a vigorous gesture. He looked around, noting that the environment was actually quite calm.
Except that a voice called to him, very happy.
-Simon! -
He saw a white arm waving in the air before he could figure out who never had his or her owner.
Just as he had left less than an hour earlier, now found himself Nia before his eyes. In company with that stupid blonde and disreputable-looking.
smiled, approaching their table.
The girl continued to smile and soon the boy was close enough to be able to talk without shouting at once overwhelmed him with her enthusiasm too candid.
-Simon, why here? You stayed here to study? Why do not you sit a moment with us? Meet my brother, Viral! Viral, this is Simon, the guy I told you about before! See that is harmless? Would not hurt a fly! -
While still Nia spoke to one another, how and why he thought that Simon was Viral a disreputable person and how normal it was for an older brother being jealous of his sister, the two make eye contact in midair.
claimed was a look, their, who will test each other just to feel his abilities. Even Simon, with a face like a good guy, was not as naive as it seemed. And especially, knew who he was dealing.
That face reminded him too damn bad things because they do not reserve at least a little suspicion and indifference.
Simon smiled at the end, trying to hide anything with the usual education given to outsiders.
It was a warm feeling, one that moved the fingers of hand outstretched.
-Glad to see you again ... Viral - Viral
smiled in turn after a few minutes of uncertainty - sneered once again - and held out his hand to the young.
-Simon ... -
His sister looked at them surprised, aiming first one and then another.
-Oh, but you already know by any chance? How come I did not know? -
The man simply nodded his head, moving her long hair with his hand.
-Nothing that sister ... I'm an old friend ... -
In the end, he remembered what the devil's face reminded him of that damn fool.
Viewed up close, without anyone to obstruct the view nor the would put his attention elsewhere, he had fully acknowledged.
utter was equal to his brother, that little guy.
really looked like a miniature Kamina - same stupidity, same way of being, same features and very talkative.
pity that Kamina was dead, and that seemed Bamboccio much alive.
Simon withdrew his hand with a sense of nausea after Viral had crushed it to him for good, not really liked that guy.
Nia handed him a chair, implicitly inviting them to stay. I saw this a little embarrassed mumble something faintly audible.
-Oh, no thanks ... I came here just to take something from the bar. Rossiu is waiting for me in the library. I'll be Ostiano against at least ... -
The girl began to laugh amused, dismissing him with a kiss on the cheek.
Yet, Simon would have sworn that when he turned to the pair of brothers, was still staring at the Viral leave without a moment - and so long as he remained inside the bar.
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Seven and a half ago.
The bar was practically empty. Basically, except for those two tormented souls who still drank beer, sip after sip, as if trying to stretch the time on useless activities.
Because there is nothing more on that slow the passage of minutes.
Viral swallowed the last sip of soda that was left in the bottle - run-off, as there could be more disgusting.
Lying on the table, looked at him with eyes clouded by boredom ahead, to the counter. The bartender was finishing the last of clean glasses left: in a few minutes would be arrived customers at night, you had to be ready.
Viral snorted, stretching your arms forward.
was time to return home for him, unfortunately ...
The bar door opened, almost suddenly, witnessing the entry of a voice too happy and excited.
Good evening, sir! -
the greeting aggressive course was addressed to the owner of the restaurant - Mr. Brunetti - but also had the capacity to awaken the slumbering souls of others present.
The young man, after a long day of studying and trying to understand something about geometry and algebra, had calculated that suited him eat directly in the city, to "Nancy's". To get to her it would take more than an hour and a half because of the bland vehicles that moved through the streets, and at that point, the hunger would fade completely.
So he entered the bar with the specific intent to strafogarsi well.
chanced, however, that Simon, feeling too attached, he realized immediately clear gaze of Viral pointed at him.
And the happy expression that had painted on his young face vanished as he had appeared.
Why let the black beast of Rossiu had to fall into the arms of a beast worse?
Simon did not keep great memories of Viral, just some rather confused picture.
On the other hand, reminded well as could be crude and rude, abusive and basically what it was blood. And as he led her hands willingly.
short, not a nice person.
But considering they were in a bar, it was evening, and Viral seemed to have drunk as much as that makes it harmless, but not too much that makes Maneschi hysterical.
In short, the situation was all to his advantage. Viral
So when he called to join him at the table replied with a smile and joined him with rapid strides.
-Hey, come a little kid ... ' here ... do me a bit 'of the company, on ... -
was a chat, nothing more.
Just like Viral guy was nothing but the very stupid-looking fellow of the younger sister to older brother Simon was the man of their classmate. No more than that.
not a reflection of an old memory still painful - not the irrepressible desire to dig and discover new things, so long ago, they had done was as happy as ever.
better this way, the better the illusion. At least
conscience would not suffer too much.
Neither in the one nor the other case.
Simon was still smiling when he sat down beside the man, trying not to ask any more thought improper.
-You drink, Simon? -
-Oh, no thanks. I do not have the defect. And even so ... I do not like -
-What? Kittan you have not taught to behave like a real man? -
-Not really. Kittan does not have much influence on me ... -
-Go! One certainly can not kill you ... drop -
-I hope at least make you close your mouth, Viral! -
None of that, only a few words to put things in their place - first of all, the consciousness in a hidden corner .
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