TimeFlip meets Papa!Kiryu.
Aug. 29th, 2013 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timeflippedHe hadn't long started work on the new Giganto-L when a familiar - and yet at the same time, very not so - face arrived just outside the garage.
Himself. In a long black coat and pushing a pram, of all things.
Except for some reason, the moment he saw not even his eyes - he hadn't even had a chance to take the welding mask off! - the other him was already trying to leave.
"No, no, no! Don't- look, I'm not gonna hurt you!"
"And why should I trust you?"
"Well, for one thing I'm unarmed, see? Deck over there. Not a card on me. And... putting this down now," he said slowly, as he relieved himself of the heavy wrench that'd he'd been using.
"And you think that's enough? I know you. I was you."
"Ah... I don't think so... Alternates, remember? If you don't trust me, you're probably from one of those worlds the other Kiryu warned me about. In which case, don't blame you. But, you can. Trust me, that is."
"...All right, then. What's so different about your world?"
"Well, I could go on about how the gods in my world are actually the good guys, or the lack of nice coat, or..."
"You're sane."
"What? Well, yeah, I guess there's that as well."
"You guess?"
"You know," he says shrugging, "in my world, we usually are. More or less. Hazard of getting raised from the dead, always makes the head a bit wonky. But we're not psychopaths hell bent on revenge."
He came a few steps closer, hands up and open in a sign of surrender and harmlessness. Just enough to make the other self uncomfortable, but he wasn't making a move to leave. Not just yet, anyway. Just close enough for him to be able to look in, see one very small face, with small fingers curling around the blanket wrapped around its small form. His face softened, and he looked up.
"She's cute. Whose is she?"
Other him shifted somewhat, defensively?
"She's my daughter. Hurt her, and you'll wish you'd stayed dead in prison."
"Hey, even at my worst I'd never have... aww. I take it back. She's beautiful. Aren't you just~"
Himself. In a long black coat and pushing a pram, of all things.
Except for some reason, the moment he saw not even his eyes - he hadn't even had a chance to take the welding mask off! - the other him was already trying to leave.
"No, no, no! Don't- look, I'm not gonna hurt you!"
"And why should I trust you?"
"Well, for one thing I'm unarmed, see? Deck over there. Not a card on me. And... putting this down now," he said slowly, as he relieved himself of the heavy wrench that'd he'd been using.
"And you think that's enough? I know you. I was you."
"Ah... I don't think so... Alternates, remember? If you don't trust me, you're probably from one of those worlds the other Kiryu warned me about. In which case, don't blame you. But, you can. Trust me, that is."
"...All right, then. What's so different about your world?"
"Well, I could go on about how the gods in my world are actually the good guys, or the lack of nice coat, or..."
"You're sane."
"What? Well, yeah, I guess there's that as well."
"You guess?"
"You know," he says shrugging, "in my world, we usually are. More or less. Hazard of getting raised from the dead, always makes the head a bit wonky. But we're not psychopaths hell bent on revenge."
He came a few steps closer, hands up and open in a sign of surrender and harmlessness. Just enough to make the other self uncomfortable, but he wasn't making a move to leave. Not just yet, anyway. Just close enough for him to be able to look in, see one very small face, with small fingers curling around the blanket wrapped around its small form. His face softened, and he looked up.
"She's cute. Whose is she?"
Other him shifted somewhat, defensively?
"She's my daughter. Hurt her, and you'll wish you'd stayed dead in prison."
"Hey, even at my worst I'd never have... aww. I take it back. She's beautiful. Aren't you just~"
