re_alignment_logs | can you teach me how to fight [closed]

WHO: Kay Faraday and Kagerou
WHERE: The skies over Trion's sector.
WHEN: RIGHT NOW.
WHAT: Birdbrain instructs his adopted child in the ways of the ninja. Sort of.
WARNINGS: Cavities, probably.

[She knew where to meet him. He had no doubt of that. Part of him was excited, in a strange way, for this. It was what he knew how to do, after all. He knew how to train someone. This was... familiar.]

[He held a small chain in his hand, attached to a weight. This one lacked a blade, for the moment. But she had enough bladed weapons to practice with, before he added another. Best she learn how to handle the chain before he attached the blade. It was how he'd taught before, and the kusarigama was his favored weapon. She'd do fine with it.]

[And then... flying.]

[He smiled a little, waiting for her. That part... that part he looked forward to most. Maybe too much -- but she'd enjoyed it so much before. Why wouldn't she again? And this time -- this time they could do it together.]

[It stood to reason the most important person here to him be the one to share the most important thing.]

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[The chain bounces back, it's spin slowing into a pendulum like motion, with Kay's wide eyes only all but staring back. She almost didn't see it--what Kagerou did. It happened so fast, and she could only piece some parts together before she really knew what was going on.

And when she figured it out, her smile only widens.]

You're so cool...

[And that, if nothing else, makes his spin falter. He almost doesn't recover from it, staring down at her in muted shock. That wasn't the answer he was expecting to hear from her.]

I... what? No, that isn't... that's not what I meant.

[He's so flustered, words are difficult.]

Did you see how I kept it off me?

Yeah! And it was awesome. You're going to teach me how to do that, right?

[Her gaze is complete and utter adoration of him. Just watching him show his skills was amazing in itself.]

Do you have to do it differently? Spin it slower?

Of course I am.

[He nods to her, indicating she should try again, while he starts the chain to picking up speed again.]

More chain. Faster. You need to make it like a shield.

All right?

[And she starts twirling hers, attempting to imitate his. It's a bit amateur, but she's only been at this a day. For an imitation, though, she's doing rather well.]

Like a shield...kinda like a propeller?

A propeller...

[He tilts his head, thinking for a moment. And then he nods.]

You can think of it that way, yes. Make sure it can cover all of you -- as a real shield should.

[He can tell she's trying her best. There are things he could critique but, really, she doesn't look half bad at this.]

Got it.

[She extends the chain, as he'd done earlier, making sure that in full swing it doesn't hit the ground, nor does it not give enough coverage. It takes a few tries, but...she'd get it eventually.]

Okay, so like this...only slower.

[The spins start, and they're a tad wobbly at first. But...like everything, it takes practice.]

Hm.

Yes... Like that. That's a good start.

[He offers her a smile -- a real smile, watching her work at it. It's heartening, really. It feels as if she's really learning.]

[As if he's really capable of teaching someone else.]

There you go. Once you get used to it, you can do it without watching the end.

[As he says that, her smile grows wider, her gaze turning to the end of the chain--CLACK

CLACK CLACK

The chain hit the ground, flailing around like a jump rope as she gives a hop back. Complete with a little girl shriek...and a giggle.]

Whoops, I messed up. You distracted me!

It's all right.

[He's still smiling. Even though her practice has gone awry, he still smiles. She brings it out in him.]

I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?

[The smile only widens hers, slinging the chain over her shoulder and popping a hip.

You can tell she's totally serious.]

Sorry, never. It's too late to fix.

[She can't say it without a snort or two escaping, though.]

Is it?

[He tilts his head, crouching down. With that, he reaches forward, attempting to poke at her with a fingertip.]

[Defend yourself, girl!]

[Not so fast!

As that finger approaches, that chain is back in action, swinging and flicking that finger. But the look on Kay's face is entirely playful, a sassy little smirk spreading across her lips.]

Not this time!

[When his finger is struck, the look on his face couldn't possibly be prouder. He's basically beaming at her.]

[She did it. She learned from him.]

Kay... You did it.

[This is his new purpose. Isn't it?]

[She almost didn't realize she did it. It had happened so fast, and she was in the current mindset--

So when it happens, it's bad, right? She'd always learned to respect your elders. Your parents.

And she just hit him. Playfully, but it was still a smack, in the proverbial way. So...

Why was he smil-]

[And then it hits her. She did it. She was just like Kagerou--in a way. He'd taught her, and she'd picked up on it.

Just like with her dad back home.]

I did it!!

[As if those last two minutes didn't even exist, she tosses the chain aside and leaps onto that arm, wrapping her own around it and hugging.

And there's immense giggling. So much giggling.]

[Kagerou doesn't laugh. Hearing that sound out of him is... well. It's like seeing a solar eclipse or something.]

[But when Kay realizes what's happened. When she lights up. When she wraps her arms around his own... the impossible happens. He actually laughs.]

[It's a dry, whispering little sound. But it's there.]

Are you proud?

[Because he is.]

[She heard it. She heard that laugh, and it's enough to cause her to laugh louder. Laugh with him. She really felt like part of Kagerou's family now. Like she was carrying on his legacy.

But when asked, she leans her cheek on that cold metal, looking up at him with those large, green eyes.]

I am. Of both of us.

[It's... nice. It's so weirdly nice. Like he fits here -- like there's finally something worth living for again. She's learning. She's following his direction, improving.]

[It's familiar. It's warm, in his AI -- this feeling is all but perfect. And it's finally his again.]

[He lifts her, then, holding her up to his chest. Like always.]

So am I.

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