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Becky and Daken, Backdated to Oct 17
Becky and John (the new John, not her literary soul mate) have a pretty decent conversation - that is, until she finds out about his first meeting with Inu-yasha...
Becky frowned as she finished tripping out of the woods. Usually she at least caught a glimpse of Inu-yasha's red sweater when she went to drop off his marzipan. It went a long way to reassuring her it was actually him eating the treats before returning the tupperware to her window seal. After all, she would hate to have someone else snacking on the little pumpkin-shaped treats she had shaped in the spirit of the season.
Debating if she should go back and write more than her customary 'For the Dog-Demon' note, she stumbled to a halt as she saw yet another devastatingly good looking boy in front of her. Yes, there were an unreasonable number of boys that could be described as such at the school, but that didn't make meeting a new one any less exciting!
With her 'trying to make a good impression!' smile, Becky strode forward. "Hi there!"
If he was being honest with himself, John had wandered out this way to see if he could make it look like Inu-yasha's fault that another fight happened, instead of his own. But part of him knew that the Headmasters would never buy it; John had devil's horns, now, and there would be nothing he figured he could do to shave them off until after graduation.
He'd been hiking back from the stable where he'd been helping the vet, and was torn between a run in the woods and pumping iron in the weight room. He'd thrown his shirt over his shoulder, his chest bare, and displaying the results of the hours he spent lifting in juvenile detention and even here as well. Seeing her almost run up to him, though, put him on the defensive, his stance changing subtly as he planted. The muscles in his right arm tensed, and he realized what he was doing. Holy shit, mutt, she was just saying Hi. No need for claws.
"Hi yourself," John returned, in a compromise between his neutral and go-fuck-yourself voices.
Undaunted, but noticing how tense he was, she just raised an arm and wiggled her fingers in a little wave. "I'm Becky! Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around?" And oh, would she have remembered that physique. She hadn't known that 'lickable' was a phrase you could actually apply to a real-life person.
"John," he said, and he rolled his eyes. "I'm probably closer to new than anyone else," he said. He'd come into the school year late, all things considered, and it was because his release had been delayed. "Haven't seen you around, neither. You don't go out much, do you?" She was scrawny, shorter than him, even, which was an accomplishment, and... well, honestly, gawky. Her scent was oddly familiar, though. She'd come this way several times, and he wondered if she was a regular visitor for Laura or Inu-yasha, or maybe even that Midnighter kid...
"Are you kidding me? Have you connected to the wifi here yet? It's so fast I want to cry. I probably wouldn't go outside at all if I didn't have promises to keep." She maybe had cried, a little, the first time Netflix had started playing without a lag time. "I mean, what do you guys even do out here all day?"
"Try not to scrap with koinu-chan, mostly," John said bitterly, forgetting that she might not know the Japanese word for puppy. "I run, I do pull-ups in the trees, I practice climbing with my claws. And as of late I take care of some of the animals we have around here, since Lensherr decided it would be a suitable punishment." Showed what he knew. John didn't mind animals; animals knew their place, and if they didn't, you could teach 'em easily enough.
"And no, I haven't. Because I don't have a computer."
Becky was about to reply, something along the lines of Fighting bad, having Becky write out your revenge scenarios good, but immediately started sputtering. "What?!? I - but - how? What?"
All John could do was raise an eyebrow. While she was sputtering and spouting, all he did was reach into his pants pocket, pull out his Marlboro Red softpack and lighter, tap one out filter-first, and pull it from the pack with his lips. Smoothly, he lit it, and then tucked the pack and lighter back into his pocket, only using one hand to do it. They were far enough away from the school. And he doubted anyone would really listen to what this crazy girl might say about him.
"What and how, what, exactly?" John asked, his eyebrow still craned high.
"How do you live?" Becky exclaimed. "Other than not long, that is," she made a small moue of disgust at the cigarette.
He blew a bit of smoke in her direction, though not quite on purpose. "An advanced healing factor, or regeneration, or whatever the hell they is they call it," he chuckled. "I went the last oh," he thought about it. Damn, did he really have to think about it? "Going on three years, now, without a computer. Wasn't that hard," he said.
"Oh," Becky considered after trying to blow the smoke right back at him. "Well, that's alright then. But - claws too? Huh. That's a pretty common mutation, apparently." She shook her head to get back on topic. "Anyways, just because your life was tragic before doesn't mean it has to suck now. Heck, if you don't want to spend the cash, I'm sure you could even see if one of the tech kids wanted to practice building something from scratch!"
"Yeah, apparently my dad liked to really spread his oats," John griped. "That's my theory, anyway," he said, shrugging.
"And my life wasn't tragic, just rough. I don't really like computers. They break too easy when I get mad," he chipped in.
Becky frowned. "Are you Japanese?" She didn't want to assume, but if both he and Inu-yasha were... and they had the same powers... and apparently John's dad got around? Could they be siblings?
"Half. Laura's my half-sister," he explained. "My mom was Japanese, so I'm assumin' my dad's white," he said, shrugging.
"Oh. I don't really know her. But... definitely not Inu-yasha, then? Unless you're all some strange but wonderfully dysfunctional family that managed to find each other even when separated by continents!" Her excitement having grown at the complex plot that was unwrapping itself in her mind, she looked at him with hope in her eyes; the hope of waiting for your fanon to become canon.
"That mutt? Nah, I might have a mongrel in my head, but I'm not related to koinu-chan, not by a long shot." He blew smoke in her face again, more purposefully this time, to get that stupid look off of her face more than anything.
"So, is your psychosis what makes you special, or do you actually do something other than fawn over people who hate each other being potentially related?" he asked.
"Oh my god, what the hell?" Becky stepped back and frantically waved her hands in front of her face. "Is it your psychosis that makes you mean to people who are trying to have a conversation? Not all of us have healing factors, and I'd prefer not to get lung cancer."
"You do know that getting some brief second-hand smoke isn't going to just magically give you lung cancer, right?" Though, to be fair, his next drag's smoke went out of the side of his mouth, away from her. See? Not hard, being polite, man. Cut the girl some slack, not everyone's made of the same shit you are. He shrugged. "Sorry, for what it's worth." Smacking it out of the park with that apology, man. Everyone's going to love having you on the security team, if that ever happens...
Becky considered him for a moment, before returning to her earlier smile. Even if they weren't related, he certainly reminded her of a certain dog-demon! "It's worth a lot! And I'm sorry something I said made you upset, but you can just tell me to back off next time, okay?"
He chuckled. "Uh-huh. I'll try to remember that. And don't sweat it, girl. Koinu-chan and I just have a score to settle. That's all." Just had to wait until Lensherr and Chrome Dome forgot all about it, though he was really kidding himself, he knew, if he thought they'd ever forget it.
"What is that word you keep saying?" Her mouth had a hard time trying to wrap around the word. "Coy-ee-new?"
"Ko-ee-nu," he pronounced for her. Her grinned. "Puppy," he said, simply. She could probably put together who that referred to.
She tried out the word a couple of times - getting a little better but mostly still mangling it. She frowned when she remembered the context of the word. "Do you mean Inu-yasha?" Yeah, she was in total agreement that he was really a wounded puppy, deep down, and that once he found someone who could really understand him, he would blossom into the proud but kind soul she knew him to be. But she had the feeling John didn't really mean that. Confused, she asked, "What do you mean, you have a score to settle?"
Oh, this was too good. "Yeah, Inu-chan. He really likes it when you call him koinu-chan, though." He grinned.
But he raised an eyebrow, when he considered that she might not know about the fight that went down. Was Inu-yasha not going around and bragging about how he'd 'won' the fight between the two of them? He thought about it. No, of course he hadn't, because he'd gotten pounded by Laura. But if she didn't know...
"He picked a fight with me on my first day here. It got broken up before one of us could win. So I intend to win, next time he comes at me."
Becky's eyes widened - but probably not for the reason John thought. "You just lied to me." She said it half in shock. Not that people lying shocked her, but... "Inu-yasha would hate to be called that, he thinks he's too tough. Why would you lie to me? To be mean? To get him angry at me?" Her voice trailed off, upset and confused.
Wow, perceptive girl. "You know him better than I thought," he chuckled. She was obviously someone he would probably call a friend. "Kinda funny. I figured he was the type who wouldn't go for friends. He acts tough, doesn't he? Hits hard, too, I'll give him that." He wasn't going to bother to answer her question, until he actually brought up the reason. "Mostly? To see if you'd do it, because I figure he's smart enough to figure out who taught him that. It's like sending him a message, y'know?"
Now wary of him and slightly on edge, Becky snorted. "Just like I get the feeling that you don't normally 'go for' friends? And I doubt he'd consider me a friend, but," she raised her chin. "Sometimes you just don't give them a choice. What I don't understand is why you two fought at all, considering you're practically the same person, from what I've seen."
A muscle in his throat tightened, but he calmed down. "Difference between me and him is that he would have shouted and screamed at the very idea that we were remotely alike," John said, coldly. "Me? I recognize that. And it's my experience that people always hate what they see in the mirror."
He blew some smoke away from the two of them. "At the very least, though, I don't have goofy puppy-dog ears," he chuckled.
Her right eye started twitching uncontrollably. "What. Did you say?"
"What? He's got silly puppy-dog ears. You can't even take him seriously when he looks like that," John said, chuckling. "That's what he fought me over, even. Because I laughed at them. Took the edge off how pissed off I was that day, I even tried to thank him. But he didn't wanna hear any of that before he had his arm on my throat." John shrugged. "He acts tough, but I bet that if he went through half the shit I went through, he'd know more where I'm comin' from. And you? I bet you wouldn't last a day in prison, yourself."
"His ears are perfect," Becky hissed. "They both define and visually describe his being, and I really hope he got you good for that one!" She 'hmphed' and flicked her hair back behind her shoulders.
Normally she would be eating up his hints at backstory, and maybe she would revisit it later, but for now she was too angry at him for sympathy. "And- and what does it matter how I would do in prison? Unlike some people, apparently," drawled with her highest level of sarcasm, "I'd never get caught."
Well, now she was just being comedic, as far as he was concerned. "Uh-huh," he chuckled. "Whatever you say. I guess I wasn't aware that Inu-chan had his own little fanclub, or girlfriend, or whatever. I wish you both many healthy children." He could tell that this was going nowhere fast, and if he wasn't careful, he'd make another scene that would give the Headmasters something to chew him out about. "Now if you don't mind, I'm tryin' to at least go a month before my next reported incident, so, y'know. I think I'm gonna go hit the weight room," he said. Good boy, take it out on the iron, not on her. See? You can teach an old dog new tricks...
Becky blushed a little but just rolled her eyes at the other boy. "We're not dating. We've only really had one real conversation. But loyalty is important!" In fact, she should go make sure Inu-yasha was okay. Sure, he was one of the healers, and she had heard rumors that he wasn't bad in a fight, but John definitely looked like he could throw a punch. She couldn't even imagine how that fight ended, other than with one of them unconscious. Half-turned to look towards the woods, that thought made her turn back towards the other boy.
Still annoyed, she bit out, "Hey, you are okay, right? From your fight, you healed?"
That was just kind of confusing, really. "Yeah, he cut me pretty good across the chest, but it was healed before the fight got broken up," he said, wondering why she even cared. "And before you ask, he's probably fine, too. So I wouldn't sweat it. That Midnighter guy bullied him into going to the infirmary, I think," John said. He tucked his hands in his pockets, finishing up his cigarette. "Anyway, I think I've wasted enough of your time, eh?" He went to brush past her, though he'd stop if he stopped her.
Becky just nodded. "Okay, good." She still wasn't happy with him - the ears were perfect - but she didn't want anyone maimed too badly. And despite his terrible lack of judgement in this particular matter, he might actually be nicer than Inu-yasha. Or at least more conversational.
"Have fun getting even more ridiculously toned," she directed over her shoulder as she walked back towards the woods. Inu-yasha was no longer allowed to avoid her; she'd ask Midnighter to help track him down if she needed to.
"Go have fun with your boyfriend," John said as he walked away, shaking his head, an amused smirk on his lips and his tone a bit more mirthful than even he expected. It was time for more serious things. Crazy girls obsessed with dog-eared dudes could be chalked up on the list of crazy shit he'd seen in this place. Not the weirdest, by a long shot, but certainly unexpected.
Becky frowned as she finished tripping out of the woods. Usually she at least caught a glimpse of Inu-yasha's red sweater when she went to drop off his marzipan. It went a long way to reassuring her it was actually him eating the treats before returning the tupperware to her window seal. After all, she would hate to have someone else snacking on the little pumpkin-shaped treats she had shaped in the spirit of the season.
Debating if she should go back and write more than her customary 'For the Dog-Demon' note, she stumbled to a halt as she saw yet another devastatingly good looking boy in front of her. Yes, there were an unreasonable number of boys that could be described as such at the school, but that didn't make meeting a new one any less exciting!
With her 'trying to make a good impression!' smile, Becky strode forward. "Hi there!"
If he was being honest with himself, John had wandered out this way to see if he could make it look like Inu-yasha's fault that another fight happened, instead of his own. But part of him knew that the Headmasters would never buy it; John had devil's horns, now, and there would be nothing he figured he could do to shave them off until after graduation.
He'd been hiking back from the stable where he'd been helping the vet, and was torn between a run in the woods and pumping iron in the weight room. He'd thrown his shirt over his shoulder, his chest bare, and displaying the results of the hours he spent lifting in juvenile detention and even here as well. Seeing her almost run up to him, though, put him on the defensive, his stance changing subtly as he planted. The muscles in his right arm tensed, and he realized what he was doing. Holy shit, mutt, she was just saying Hi. No need for claws.
"Hi yourself," John returned, in a compromise between his neutral and go-fuck-yourself voices.
Undaunted, but noticing how tense he was, she just raised an arm and wiggled her fingers in a little wave. "I'm Becky! Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around?" And oh, would she have remembered that physique. She hadn't known that 'lickable' was a phrase you could actually apply to a real-life person.
"John," he said, and he rolled his eyes. "I'm probably closer to new than anyone else," he said. He'd come into the school year late, all things considered, and it was because his release had been delayed. "Haven't seen you around, neither. You don't go out much, do you?" She was scrawny, shorter than him, even, which was an accomplishment, and... well, honestly, gawky. Her scent was oddly familiar, though. She'd come this way several times, and he wondered if she was a regular visitor for Laura or Inu-yasha, or maybe even that Midnighter kid...
"Are you kidding me? Have you connected to the wifi here yet? It's so fast I want to cry. I probably wouldn't go outside at all if I didn't have promises to keep." She maybe had cried, a little, the first time Netflix had started playing without a lag time. "I mean, what do you guys even do out here all day?"
"Try not to scrap with koinu-chan, mostly," John said bitterly, forgetting that she might not know the Japanese word for puppy. "I run, I do pull-ups in the trees, I practice climbing with my claws. And as of late I take care of some of the animals we have around here, since Lensherr decided it would be a suitable punishment." Showed what he knew. John didn't mind animals; animals knew their place, and if they didn't, you could teach 'em easily enough.
"And no, I haven't. Because I don't have a computer."
Becky was about to reply, something along the lines of Fighting bad, having Becky write out your revenge scenarios good, but immediately started sputtering. "What?!? I - but - how? What?"
All John could do was raise an eyebrow. While she was sputtering and spouting, all he did was reach into his pants pocket, pull out his Marlboro Red softpack and lighter, tap one out filter-first, and pull it from the pack with his lips. Smoothly, he lit it, and then tucked the pack and lighter back into his pocket, only using one hand to do it. They were far enough away from the school. And he doubted anyone would really listen to what this crazy girl might say about him.
"What and how, what, exactly?" John asked, his eyebrow still craned high.
"How do you live?" Becky exclaimed. "Other than not long, that is," she made a small moue of disgust at the cigarette.
He blew a bit of smoke in her direction, though not quite on purpose. "An advanced healing factor, or regeneration, or whatever the hell they is they call it," he chuckled. "I went the last oh," he thought about it. Damn, did he really have to think about it? "Going on three years, now, without a computer. Wasn't that hard," he said.
"Oh," Becky considered after trying to blow the smoke right back at him. "Well, that's alright then. But - claws too? Huh. That's a pretty common mutation, apparently." She shook her head to get back on topic. "Anyways, just because your life was tragic before doesn't mean it has to suck now. Heck, if you don't want to spend the cash, I'm sure you could even see if one of the tech kids wanted to practice building something from scratch!"
"Yeah, apparently my dad liked to really spread his oats," John griped. "That's my theory, anyway," he said, shrugging.
"And my life wasn't tragic, just rough. I don't really like computers. They break too easy when I get mad," he chipped in.
Becky frowned. "Are you Japanese?" She didn't want to assume, but if both he and Inu-yasha were... and they had the same powers... and apparently John's dad got around? Could they be siblings?
"Half. Laura's my half-sister," he explained. "My mom was Japanese, so I'm assumin' my dad's white," he said, shrugging.
"Oh. I don't really know her. But... definitely not Inu-yasha, then? Unless you're all some strange but wonderfully dysfunctional family that managed to find each other even when separated by continents!" Her excitement having grown at the complex plot that was unwrapping itself in her mind, she looked at him with hope in her eyes; the hope of waiting for your fanon to become canon.
"That mutt? Nah, I might have a mongrel in my head, but I'm not related to koinu-chan, not by a long shot." He blew smoke in her face again, more purposefully this time, to get that stupid look off of her face more than anything.
"So, is your psychosis what makes you special, or do you actually do something other than fawn over people who hate each other being potentially related?" he asked.
"Oh my god, what the hell?" Becky stepped back and frantically waved her hands in front of her face. "Is it your psychosis that makes you mean to people who are trying to have a conversation? Not all of us have healing factors, and I'd prefer not to get lung cancer."
"You do know that getting some brief second-hand smoke isn't going to just magically give you lung cancer, right?" Though, to be fair, his next drag's smoke went out of the side of his mouth, away from her. See? Not hard, being polite, man. Cut the girl some slack, not everyone's made of the same shit you are. He shrugged. "Sorry, for what it's worth." Smacking it out of the park with that apology, man. Everyone's going to love having you on the security team, if that ever happens...
Becky considered him for a moment, before returning to her earlier smile. Even if they weren't related, he certainly reminded her of a certain dog-demon! "It's worth a lot! And I'm sorry something I said made you upset, but you can just tell me to back off next time, okay?"
He chuckled. "Uh-huh. I'll try to remember that. And don't sweat it, girl. Koinu-chan and I just have a score to settle. That's all." Just had to wait until Lensherr and Chrome Dome forgot all about it, though he was really kidding himself, he knew, if he thought they'd ever forget it.
"What is that word you keep saying?" Her mouth had a hard time trying to wrap around the word. "Coy-ee-new?"
"Ko-ee-nu," he pronounced for her. Her grinned. "Puppy," he said, simply. She could probably put together who that referred to.
She tried out the word a couple of times - getting a little better but mostly still mangling it. She frowned when she remembered the context of the word. "Do you mean Inu-yasha?" Yeah, she was in total agreement that he was really a wounded puppy, deep down, and that once he found someone who could really understand him, he would blossom into the proud but kind soul she knew him to be. But she had the feeling John didn't really mean that. Confused, she asked, "What do you mean, you have a score to settle?"
Oh, this was too good. "Yeah, Inu-chan. He really likes it when you call him koinu-chan, though." He grinned.
But he raised an eyebrow, when he considered that she might not know about the fight that went down. Was Inu-yasha not going around and bragging about how he'd 'won' the fight between the two of them? He thought about it. No, of course he hadn't, because he'd gotten pounded by Laura. But if she didn't know...
"He picked a fight with me on my first day here. It got broken up before one of us could win. So I intend to win, next time he comes at me."
Becky's eyes widened - but probably not for the reason John thought. "You just lied to me." She said it half in shock. Not that people lying shocked her, but... "Inu-yasha would hate to be called that, he thinks he's too tough. Why would you lie to me? To be mean? To get him angry at me?" Her voice trailed off, upset and confused.
Wow, perceptive girl. "You know him better than I thought," he chuckled. She was obviously someone he would probably call a friend. "Kinda funny. I figured he was the type who wouldn't go for friends. He acts tough, doesn't he? Hits hard, too, I'll give him that." He wasn't going to bother to answer her question, until he actually brought up the reason. "Mostly? To see if you'd do it, because I figure he's smart enough to figure out who taught him that. It's like sending him a message, y'know?"
Now wary of him and slightly on edge, Becky snorted. "Just like I get the feeling that you don't normally 'go for' friends? And I doubt he'd consider me a friend, but," she raised her chin. "Sometimes you just don't give them a choice. What I don't understand is why you two fought at all, considering you're practically the same person, from what I've seen."
A muscle in his throat tightened, but he calmed down. "Difference between me and him is that he would have shouted and screamed at the very idea that we were remotely alike," John said, coldly. "Me? I recognize that. And it's my experience that people always hate what they see in the mirror."
He blew some smoke away from the two of them. "At the very least, though, I don't have goofy puppy-dog ears," he chuckled.
Her right eye started twitching uncontrollably. "What. Did you say?"
"What? He's got silly puppy-dog ears. You can't even take him seriously when he looks like that," John said, chuckling. "That's what he fought me over, even. Because I laughed at them. Took the edge off how pissed off I was that day, I even tried to thank him. But he didn't wanna hear any of that before he had his arm on my throat." John shrugged. "He acts tough, but I bet that if he went through half the shit I went through, he'd know more where I'm comin' from. And you? I bet you wouldn't last a day in prison, yourself."
"His ears are perfect," Becky hissed. "They both define and visually describe his being, and I really hope he got you good for that one!" She 'hmphed' and flicked her hair back behind her shoulders.
Normally she would be eating up his hints at backstory, and maybe she would revisit it later, but for now she was too angry at him for sympathy. "And- and what does it matter how I would do in prison? Unlike some people, apparently," drawled with her highest level of sarcasm, "I'd never get caught."
Well, now she was just being comedic, as far as he was concerned. "Uh-huh," he chuckled. "Whatever you say. I guess I wasn't aware that Inu-chan had his own little fanclub, or girlfriend, or whatever. I wish you both many healthy children." He could tell that this was going nowhere fast, and if he wasn't careful, he'd make another scene that would give the Headmasters something to chew him out about. "Now if you don't mind, I'm tryin' to at least go a month before my next reported incident, so, y'know. I think I'm gonna go hit the weight room," he said. Good boy, take it out on the iron, not on her. See? You can teach an old dog new tricks...
Becky blushed a little but just rolled her eyes at the other boy. "We're not dating. We've only really had one real conversation. But loyalty is important!" In fact, she should go make sure Inu-yasha was okay. Sure, he was one of the healers, and she had heard rumors that he wasn't bad in a fight, but John definitely looked like he could throw a punch. She couldn't even imagine how that fight ended, other than with one of them unconscious. Half-turned to look towards the woods, that thought made her turn back towards the other boy.
Still annoyed, she bit out, "Hey, you are okay, right? From your fight, you healed?"
That was just kind of confusing, really. "Yeah, he cut me pretty good across the chest, but it was healed before the fight got broken up," he said, wondering why she even cared. "And before you ask, he's probably fine, too. So I wouldn't sweat it. That Midnighter guy bullied him into going to the infirmary, I think," John said. He tucked his hands in his pockets, finishing up his cigarette. "Anyway, I think I've wasted enough of your time, eh?" He went to brush past her, though he'd stop if he stopped her.
Becky just nodded. "Okay, good." She still wasn't happy with him - the ears were perfect - but she didn't want anyone maimed too badly. And despite his terrible lack of judgement in this particular matter, he might actually be nicer than Inu-yasha. Or at least more conversational.
"Have fun getting even more ridiculously toned," she directed over her shoulder as she walked back towards the woods. Inu-yasha was no longer allowed to avoid her; she'd ask Midnighter to help track him down if she needed to.
"Go have fun with your boyfriend," John said as he walked away, shaking his head, an amused smirk on his lips and his tone a bit more mirthful than even he expected. It was time for more serious things. Crazy girls obsessed with dog-eared dudes could be chalked up on the list of crazy shit he'd seen in this place. Not the weirdest, by a long shot, but certainly unexpected.
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