discedo_logs | Closed: Just 2 guyz

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marco,
tatsumi

Closed: Just 2 guyz

Who: Marco

totallygay
Where: Northern Lights
When: After closing / during cleanup
Rating: PSSSH I don't like to limit myself so let's say R. I'll edit as necessary =\
Summary: Marco misses Japan, drinking, just two guys having a good time, Marco asks Tatsumi to be his moirail (and/or roommate). Because violent serial killers make the best people in charge of making sure you don't go on a killing spree??? Anyways, drunk talking get.
The Log:

Marco closed out everything around the bar, checked on all the taps, the current supplies and marked them off on one of the notebooks that had been waterlogged during the flood and since been left to dry. Despite that, it was still serviceable, and the pirate didn't seem to mind the warped pages. After all, he'd been through a similar situation when Namur dropped one overboard.

Everything cleaned and finished, Marco hoisted himself over the bar and grabbed a seat in a chair against the wall. Not for the first time since he got back from the expedition he debated lighting up a cigarette. He couldn't remember which brother had introduced him to it years ago. Maybe Thatch? Probably not Fossa since Fossa stuck to cigars and considered Marco's taste in smokes too weak. Nevertheless, he tried to refrain from smoking often. Phoenix regeneration or not, Discedo wasn't a great place to start getting even more addicted to something, and making it a habit back in the New World would just be one more thing to worry about. Usually he just saved it for when he was stressed out or nervous. When had the last time been? Christmas?

He'd had a mild argument with Japan then, hadn't he? How could the details already be slipping... it was just a few months. Even small stupid things Marco wanted to hold onto with both hands and make sure he didn't let go. Everything about Japan and their time together was precious to him. Everything.

Marco found himself lighting up in spite of himself. Would Shinji have been mad about it in his bar? Even now, Marco still thought of it as Shinjiro's place. Probably always would.

Why did it seem like someone important had to go home before more people showed up? Marco didn't know, but he sure hated it.

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"I don't see any problem with that." He doubted the truth to Marco's words. Even though he wouldn't mind a challenge, of course.

Tatsumi smiled again at Marco's answer, but it wasn't a grin. "Ya know..." He started, propping his head up with one hand as he leaved over the counter, "I've got to be honest with you. I forgot the lie in those answers." The more he thought about it, the more he realized there was no answer he could have given that wasn't true in some way. Still, it was amusing to play around with the game a little bit.

"Guess you get to go again."

A small smirk to himself as Marco mixed himself another drink, thinking it over, accidentally out loud. "So does that count as accidentally cheating in the game?" he quipped.

He tasted a bit of the rum for himself before mixing it with the powdered orange juice. "I suppose our alternatives to our bosses are the same then, eh?" That hadn't meant to be out loud, but he carried on without noticing, trying to come up with another question for Tatsumi.

"How did you feel about Sunako personally though?"

Marco's offhanded comments brings Tatsumi's smile to widen. So, the bird really was attached, looking for similarities between the two of them. It was cute, for lack of a better word. "I guess. It just kind of slipped, after all."

He closed his eyes, smiling into the remains of alcohol in his glass. "I've got no boss anymore, birdy."

With that, he sips down the rest of his drink, mind brewing over how to answer what he thought to be the real question to their little game. "She was the beautiful antisocial antagonist of the world. The prefect symbol of destruction and decay. The one that'd bring everything together in the end."

Edited 2012-05-23 23:17 (UTC)

The expression that overtook Marco was sad for a moment as he peered into his glass as though looking for answers. "Neither do I, it would seem." Sometimes he wondered if Shanks' offer to join the crew still stood. And if it did... would everyone be allowed? Marco came with a 1600 package, and yet he wasn't sure any of the commanders could ever really respect Shanks on the same level as Whitebeard. No, he knew they couldn't. But a common enemy could still be one hell of a uniting force sometimes, and no one knew Blackbeard as well as Marco. Could the ex-Whitebeards really mesh their dreams and goals with Shanks' crew? Shanks' crew certainly drank enough, but they weren't family the way Whitebeard's sons all were. And Shanks would have a lot of troubles with Kaidou and Big Mam besides. Maybe hiding was for the best. Lay low until everyone was too busy fighting everyone else and then make their move. Maybe.

"I'm guessing the first is the lie, eh?" he really wasn't sure. All three sounded like what he vaguely remembered of the girl.

"Ya? I thought you'd have something left for you." Tatsumi on the other hand was left with nothing. He made it that way by leaving Sunako in Seishin's care. He had essentially let go of Sunako. After all, his loyalty to her was for his own amusement, and since she began losing faith in her own plans near the end, that fun died right along with her dream.

Still, the idea of never getting to see the end of the world haunted him. In a place like Discedo, there really was no end. Death wasn't permanent, and there were too close of quarters to have any real fun without it doubling back and kicking him in the ass. He was trapped, and while struggling was fun, Tatsumi hated being tied down in any situation for too long, specially if it wasn't worth while in some way.

That's why he pondered what Marco's big plan was, and he had the opportunity now to ask him, considering the pirate lost this round. "Sorry, lovebird. I never thought Sunako would bring anything together. She went against nature, and even if she had succeeded, she'd have killed herself and everyone with her. In the end, I don't think she can really have a happy ending... but it was fun watching her try."

The werepire shifted hands, resting his chin in the other palm while tracing the rim of his empty glass with the newly freed hand. "So, what are your big plans? The ones I might be a part of?"

"Something left, is it?" Marco nodded slowly, "My Pops made sure of that." He knew Marco better than Marco knew himself. Knew that if left entirely to his own devices and endless revenge, then Marco would lose himself and probably never find happiness again. "He... ahh... we're famous, my family, back in our world, for revenge. Our perfect score is pretty marred now though, Akainu and Blackbeard and yet... If I just sought that revenge, I'd be risking the rest of my family. Pops... he just wanted us to live. Ace just wanted Luffy to live and reach his dreams. Those things are more important than my selfish revenge. I guess it's strange to say, but it's much harder just to live if you ask me. But because I have my brothers and the islands and all those people looking to me to protect them, I won't let myself let them down. Not again." A head shake to himself, trying to clear the dark and murky thoughts. Where would they go from here? For now, he pushed it aside.

At the evolution of his nickname, Marco arched an eyebrow, but refrained from commenting.

"Ah, of course," was his only quiet reply about Sunako. He had been thinking too much of Whitebeard again. Then again, that was sort of a chronic condition with Marco, even after all this time. Still, Tatsumi was more like Haer'Dalis with regards to chaos and entropy, so it only made sense Sunako would be as well.

"Where to even begin?" the pirate shook his head again. It wasn't that his plans were so big, it was that they weren't even fleshed out yet. He was more looking into the prospect of having plans, rather than developing them already. With Japan, he'd had a crush on him for months before he spoke up. He was so worried about rushing things, he made other mistakes along the way. This time though, he was running on instincts and a vague desire to keep himself from doing something reckless. And the only way Marco could do that was watching after other people. Blame it on his phoenix side, blame it on his father, his brothers, and his whole life, it was who Marco was and he had long since accepted that.

"Remember when you asked how much of me is fake and I said lying is just a game? This is just another game," He held up a finger to signify that was one and took a gulp of his drink. "My goal is to see how long we can both last without doing something that gets us killed because that's really kind of boring." A second finger. It really did strike him as fruitless; death in this place. How many times would Tatsumi die and Marco have to re-explain things or pretend to or -- ahhh, it was too messy and annoying. This place wasn't crowded enough that Marco could just forgo whatever it was he'd had with Tatsumi by now. Or could he? Maybe. But it'd be boring. He thought perhaps he was just telling himself that, but no, he was sure it was true. Grell too had taunted Marco for it. Thinking he was altruistic. But no, he didn't care if Grell died, and emotionally he doubted it would truly brother him if Tatsumi died. It was just that death in this place was so cheap and meaningless. And fucking annoying. With its unpredictable rules. Why hadn't Kaito ever returned anyway? And some of the others... death cheated here, or was cheated, and either way Marco wanted to stick it to that game. He didn't like playing by its rules and he definitely didn't have to. So why not make his own rules for it just to mess with the system?

There was also the challenge of it. Maybe his phoenix side liked life. Wasn't that why he loved spring and passions? Renewals. Somehow everyone being renewed at the drop of a hat irked him. Keeping Tatsumi alive though, keeping him away from the danger that would get him killed yet again; oh yes it was a challenge. And practice. How many times had Marco dealt with reckless kids who were going to get themselves killed? At least with Tatsumi it was just something to do, something that he wouldn't regret even if he "failed." Or arguably when. It was like playing slot machines. You didn't play expecting to come out with more money than you went in with, just played until you ran out or something crazy happened. And Marco liked seeing what kind of crazy shit could happen when he didn't expect it.

"And I'm hoping to steal your heart away from loud fools so you can fuck me instead, eh?" He purely deadpanned. Okay it was probably way too obvious this time, but Marco had had enough troubles figuring out the truths, so disguising a lie to look like them was harder. Besides, he was drawing on the nickname and half-curious if Tatsumi really did think that.

In his own way, Tatsumi understood where Marco was coming from. Although there was very little heart put into it, he had served the Kirishiki family because it made things easier (and more amusing) then just living. Sunako was the main reason for that. "But, you know, I don't think I would have enjoyed it so much if I wasn't so nihilistic. The contrast between Sunako and I is what made it so worth while."

Sadly, there wasn't anything special behind the new nickname. However, the small reaction was satisfying enough. The idea of staying out of trouble was a cute challenge, and Tatsumi wondered how long it could last. Because, obviously that last part was a lie. If it wasn't, oh how that would be fun.

Though, the more Tatsumi thought about it, the idea of playing out a romance with Marco, even just for show, became far too amusing. Yanking everyone's chains sounded like a fun way to pass the time, specially dodging all those who came to kill them. "I thought there was supposed to be a lie in there, honeybird~" His attempts to get up over the counter result in him falling over and sprawling across the bartop instead, arm stretched out to touch Marco's bare skin. Yay for alcohol. "Don't tell me you're cheating again, you dirty pirate, you."

Marco arched an eyebrow at the sprawled puppy on the counter. In his own way, Tatsumi was almost cute. And admittedly, Marco was a lot more amused than he was even going to let on. "I cheat at everything," he stuck his tongue out. "Except on Japan." And his Pops. It was why Shanks' offers to join his crew always riled Marco up so much. Even just the idea of cheating on his loyalties flustered Marco in spite of himself.

"Though I would find it rather hilarious to make America jealous. I'm not sure if that's possible or not though. The minds of Ds are troublesome thing."

As for Sunako, Marco was content to have his answers for now.

"You know, I am Japanese." Tatsumi remained on the counter top, head spinning in a drunken sea. A sea where both good and bad things swim where he could gaze upon them from where he was floating.

"But that's why you want to play protect me and I'll protect you." The werepire wasn't sure if he believed that or not. It certainly made enough sense, but to find the truth, he felt he'd need to do more than play a game of truth and lies with the mythical bird. "Or is it... something else?"

When Marco's words came to him about America, Tatsumi's smirk widened, but only for a moment. He wasn't sure he heard Marco right. It sounded like he said the letter 'd' but why? "Minds of... Ds?"

"So are what, a hundred million more? Man 4000 islands is so much... I can't even hold a dozen." Marco leaned into his hand, trying not to depress himself so instantly.

Was it something else? Marco was a little lonely truth told. It was so easy for him to always slip away and read or not be around people. But too many normal humans always grated on him. It always did. Freaks and outcasts were preferred. Because they understood him better, they needed him more, they interested him more, truth told there were a lot of reasons. "Oh it's more, but it's probably not the more you think," Marco smirked slyly.

"Right, right... Ds... they eat a lot -- and by a lot I mean they practically inhale mountains of food and set all the world records for eating the most, they're really loud, they punch first and ask questions later, they're like unstoppable forces of nature. Marshall D. Teach is Blackbeard, Monkey D. Luffy is Luffy: Ace's kid brother, Gol D. Roger was the king of the pirates, Portgas D. Ace is Ace my nakama, Monkey D. Garp is a raving psycho. America is like all of them. I know his middle initial is F, but I think that's just the other world's version of D."

"I don't know if you'd be able to protect him in our world. Different kind of threats that a little birdybird wouldn't be able to handle all by himself."

After flopping over, and letting half of himself hang off the counter, Tatsumi chuckles. "I hope you're telling the truth or that'd be the biggest let down." The werepire didn't need company. He needed entertainment. After all, if you're the single man out, it didn't matter if you were in a crowded room or out in the middle of space. At least entertainment can be made in place full of people.

Tatsumi keeps his smile, although a part of him isn't sure if that's the right expression. Thinking of America as an unstoppable force of nature just made the country seem more appealing. It was a good way to describe him. "Maybe. I'd like to see him fight another D then. Can you imagine?"

He loses himself to his thoughts, wanting to be a part of that and yet just watch it all landslide from the top of a mountain. Best show ever, or so it sounded like.

"I kind of want to fight him." Again.

"Fortunately I wouldn't be alone. He's protecting himself and his people too, and they'll protect him, ne? Like nakama." Only nationalism. Sometimes countries could get a little confusing like that, but Marco didn't worry about it too much.

He grinned softly. Entertainment was indeed what he aimed to provide with all of this. "A rare truth," he stuck his tongue out.

The phoenix had actually imagined Garp and America fighting before in what could only be described as nightmare fuel. He gave off a visible shudder, both at the memory and Tatsumi's confession. "I guess that answers my masochism question. Do you actually want to die over and over? Because if not I recommend getting a little stronger or smarter first. Especially if you want to be more his ahhhh kismesis, yes, that's the word."

"Like nakama that make up who you are." He pauses, wondering if Marco explained what nakama was after he came back. He shakes it off, if he slipped, all well. it's only Marco.

Tatsumi stuck his tongue out after Marco's, as if they would touch despite the distance between them. The drunken idea causes him to laugh. But it dies down a little at the mention of dying over and over.

"Death is so meaningless here. Might as well use it's cheap ways for my own amusement." He smirks. "Not that I don't plan to get stronger."

Then his eyebrows rises at that strange word. "A kissmessisss?" It sounded as though the alcohol slurred the word, but it was actually his own fooling around. "What's that?"

"As mine do," Marco nodded his head to himself, "And so do his."

"Dying cheap irks me," Marco admitted an even bigger truth, focused on his drink. "It cheapens what it really meant for people like Ace or my Pops."

He waved a hand swatting away the dark thoughts. "Kismesis, troll relationship term for hate romance. You blacken the feelings of hate with intense rivalry, pushing each other to the edge of what the other is capable of, sinking to new depths and taking out rage and violence on each other as a means to keep from genocide. See? You and America are perfect for each other." A sane person would have been disturbed by such a thing. Marco, on the other hand, was quite serious.

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