So, uh. Hi guys. It's nano. This is a collab piece with Rinoa. It's just gonna be slice of life stuff.
So Team Murder (my version of Kyo and Iori) are super different from Rin's, and I thought it'd be fun to compare and contrast the two in a series of character interactions. This was inspired by her one fic about the Okami game. (maybe she'll link it here, but otherwise go find it on her profile)
Since double-posting is against policy,
Whoop whoop. Videojuegos times boiiis.
I played like 15 hours of CS:GO once, and I know it's not played on consoles, but whatever. Leave me alone.
"Oy, nutballs, I heard you tried to kill each other yesterday."
*Olay, nutball. I heard you try to kill each other yesterday*
A woman's automated voice translated the message from the cellphone's speakers. At the sound of his native language, Kyo turned to frown. Iori took the opportunity to shove his rival away and throw a punch. He missed.
"It's not my fault Yagami's lungs are ass."
"Fuck you…(hic)"
Clark snorted as he observed the two sacred treasures proceed to aggressively poke and snarl at each other. They looked like a couple of aggressive chihuahuas who really wanted to fight, but were too scared to actually make contact. They were dressed in medical scrubs and Iori was back on his IV after the drowning incident. His diaphragm was all sorts of fucked from the nerve gas, and he'd been subject to hour-long bouts of hiccups. Apparently the pralidoxime had worked wonders, and in the space of a couple of days, Iori Yagami had gone from a shivering wreck to trying to fistfight the commander.
"The doctors says you need rest. You two need to stop messing around or else the commander's gonna flip."
"(hic)... He won't get me aga-(hic)... I'll- (hic)..."
Clark rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone. He was toting one of Ralf's duffel bags, which he had borrowed for this purpose. It was stuffed with about thirty different shooting games and gaming console. Clark didn't play games too much. He spent a lot of time shooting in real life, and didn't find much enjoyment with the virtual version of his job. However, at this point, he was willing to try anything to get some peace and quiet around the compound. He needed these kids to shut up and stop killing each other for the sake of his, and his men's, sanity. Kyo was pretty loud, but Iori… ho~oly shit.
"If you can't beat me, don't think you can beat the commander."
"(hic)... Wanna fig- (hic)... Clark? I'll rip your- (hic)"
"My K/D is amazing."
"(hic)-?"
They're awful…
Kyo and Iori were absolutely terrible. They'd killed themselves more times then they've killed anyone else- and this game didn't even let you shoot yourself. They'd managed to mash buttons in such a way that they ended up tossing molotov cocktails at their feet and grenading themselves to death. At least they seemed to be having fun. They've been at it for the past two hours and didn't seem to be slowing down at all.
Iori really likes flashbangs huh… I hope he knows they don't actually cause damage… he should really buy a gun as well. Should I help him?
Ever since Chizuru left, the two sacred treasures have been running wild and nobody in the compound had a moment of peace. They were bored out of their minds, so they resorted to wandering around, harassing people, and trying to murder each other. It was definitely better than the terrorist tactics they'd been pulling earlier, but it was still extremely disruptive.
Honestly, Leona didn't mind too much. While the rest of IKARI steered well clear of the Sacred Treasures, Leona found herself creeping around and peeking through doors and windows to catch a glimpse of her favorite rock idol's daily life. Clark and Ralf found it endlessly funny, and had been teasing her about it ever since Iori had been helicoptered in. Normally, she'd protest, but with Iori around, she had more important things to do.
Oh… he killed himself again… he's so happy though… mmm…
Clark had set them up against computer players and left them to their own devices. Leona had peeked through the door to find two of the world's most powerful fighters busy getting murdered by Counterstrike's easy-level bots.
"(hic)-ammit! This shitty fuc- (hic)"
"Did you just throw your gun out of the fucking map? You're fucking trash at- oh fuck!"
Kyo's character tossed the bomb across the room, fired wildly at a wall, then in a flurry of button-mashing set himself on fire and died. Leona tried as hard as she could to suppress a smile. They were so bad it was almost comedic. The best part was they somehow thought they were doing pretty well. Kyo had an excuse, he couldn't read English. Iori… maybe he's just, uh... tired?...
"HA! FAGGOT!- (hic)"
"Suck my dick bitchass."
Leona took a deep breath and sidled into the room, attempting to make her entrance as quiet as possible. Years of stealth training taught her to walk silently, act silently, kill silently… so she was able approach the back of the couch and unintentionally scared Kyo. He jerked and dropped his controller. Iori began laughing at him then cast his too-wide smile and mirthful gaze at Leona. She felt her heart skip a beat.
"Oh god!… Leona, what are you doing here?... shit"
"(hic)... It's the small Heidern, hehe… pick up a controller and-(hic) get ready to die!"
Exactly what she'd been waiting for.
Leona had played CS for many years, mostly to keep Ralf company. She hadn't found it particularly fun, especially since Ralf was much better than she was, and online games were simply too troublesome. She was quite good at game compared to normal players, but compared to Kyo and Iori, she was a god.
She joined Iori's team and completely destroyed everyone for several rounds. Kyo and Iori continued to kill themselves before the round started, but at this point that was irrelevant. They were hopping around and whooping at Leona apparent genius. Kyo was so amazed he wasn't even angry at being killed. Once Leona pulled three team-sweeps in a row, they absolutely lost their minds. Leona was almost glowing.
"SHE'S COMING! RUN YOUR ASS OUTTA-(hic) THERE KYO!- OOOHHHHH she just knifed you! Haha- (hic)-haha!"
"Oh fuck me! Hehehe! How the hell did you do that?! Oh shit!"
They'd gathered around her, and eventually Leona found herself scrunched up between the two Treasures. The couch was for two people and it was a tight squeeze. Kyo and Iori didn't seem to mind, and Leona sure didn't either. She was pressed up against Iori Yagami, and… well, He's… he's impressed. Right?... hehe… he's cheering me on.
A few games passed and the guys seemed intent on sharing her CS skills with the world. The three of them joined a matchmaking lobby and they began their first game against real players. There, she put her hard earned skills on full display. She couldn't remember a time where she'd been so concentrated and played so well. Normally games didn't matter to her, but now... by god. She would rather die than lose with himwatching.
I can't fail… no way… Concentrate Leona.
Kyo and Iori died pretty much immediately, so they grabbed headsets, turned on the voice chat and continued to contribute to the team via trash-talking.
"HAHAHA YOU FUCKING - (hic)- GET FUCKING FUCKED- (hic)"
*shut the fuck up, dumbass. You literally blew yourself up before you out of spawn you fucking faggot. Get some skills dumbas-*
"I'll eat your fucking liver!- (hic)! LEONA FUCKING KILL HIM!"
And she did.
And they went nuts.
Dammit… won't these kids shut up?!
Earlier that afternoon, Clark had set 'The Nutballs' up with a videogame with the intent on getting some peace and quiet. Instead, they were even louder than usual and also Leona had disappeared. She was probably plastered to a window watching her 'boyfriend' yell at a screen. Youth these days… well, at least Leona seemed to be focused on something other than mission objectives with Iori around. She was a young lady after all, it was healthy to have other pursuits.
Clark just wished her 'pursuit' didn't involve a dangerous psycho-maniac. Couldn't she have found a normal boy? Hmm… well, she's no normal girl either… but-
"ME CAGO EN LAS HOSTIAS PUTAS Y EN-(hic)... 10km A LA REDONDA POR SI HAY UN SANTO - (hic)- SUELTO! AAHHHHH! KILL HIM, FUCKING KILL HIM LEONA!"
Wow… he sure is creative… wait, did he say Leona?
Clark frowned. He was on route to the Commander's office down the hall, but decided to check on the Treasures before submitting his report. He took a short detour to the break room and knocked briefly on the door before opening it. He was greeted with the sight of Kyo, Leona and Iori staring intently at the television screen. Iori had already died and was busying himself being a toxic little brat over the mics. Kyo was yelling orders in Japanese and Clark was pretty sure none of the other players had any idea what he was saying. Iori was just blowing out everyone's ears with creative cursing. They didn't even notice Clark had walked in on their gaming party until the door closed behind him.
"Fuuuuuuuuu-ck! Come on Kyo! Run! Get- you piece of fucking useless garbage!"
Kyo yelled something in Japanese and Iori shoved past Leona in an attempt to choke him. Leona ducked neatly to avoid the arm that shot over her head, and continued playing while the two treasures wrestled over her.
Soon enough, the other two random-teammates died and Leona was playing a 5-vs-1 game. Kyo and Iori stopped fighting and went silent. They watched intently as Leona crept around the map like an expert and methodically picked off each member of the enemy team. After a four-minute clutch, Leona was in a sniper battle with the last member. The guys looks just about ready to burst. Even Clark was feeling the pressure, he moved to stand behind the couch and was so concentrated, he didn't notice his radio going off.
Come on Missy, You got this! Make Ralf proud!
And she did.
There was a ping. The enemy sniper caught Leona's bullet in the head and died - a perfect headshot. The victory screen flashed up, and the Sacred Treasures began screaming. Leona dropped the controller and leaned back with a satisfied expression. Kyo got up and ran a full circle around the couch before leaning over the back of the couch to shake her by the shoulder in congratulations. Iori threw his arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
In a cruel twist of fate, the door slammed against the back wall as it was thrown open. The bang got everyone's attention. There, in the doorway, stood the commander. He never looked particularly happy, but he was clearly angrier than usual. Especially since his operations manager - Colonel Clark - was both late to the meeting, and wasn't responding to his radio messages.
"Colone-..."
The room went from loud as all fuck to absolutely silent. Nobody moved. Clark cringed beneath the commander's stern gaze. Leona had gone beet red and avoided eye contact with her father. She sat stiffly upright, and tried to look professional... which was difficult because Iori's lips were still pressed against her face. She felt him mouth the words "oh fuck" against her skin. Kyo was sniggering at quietly as he could.
"... wha-... Colonel, why-... " The commander blinked and the befuddlement fled from his expression. He was once again that stony, indecipherable soldier. "Leona, Clark, my office. Now."
"Yes, Sir."
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Daddy heidern pls