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Log; Complete
When; February 22, 2008
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]
Summary; Everyone needs a little bit of solidarity in the City. Mamori and Hiruma make unspoken amends.
Log;
There existed very few ways in the world to turn an act of obedience into that of defiance, and yet somehow it seemed that as of late, Mamori had managed to stumble across just that. It wasn't that she really wanted to revert to the mindset of a thirteen-year-old, but there was certainly a underlying message she was trying to get across. Because, in the past couple of days, Mamori had made a greater concession to Hiruma than she had in all of her months as acting manager of the Devilbats--that perhaps she had underestimated an enemy, and perhaps there were times when her kindness was extended to too many. And, indeed, maybe she should have been kept away from the Network, off her computer, given some time alone in her room to think--the only problem was the manner in which Hiruma's guidance was given. The very bullying that she had worked so hard to suppress in him, only intensified, somehow.
She didn't want it to become a habit.
Unfortunately, the only way Mamori could think of in order to prevent this was, ironically enough, strict adherence to his words. Actions which would make him think twice before giving her another order; actions which would take away any sort of satisfaction that he got from pushing her around.
She would liked to have thought that Hiruma wasn't that type of person, but just in case.
Still, staying in her room at all times wasn't the most feasible option, and so Mamori still made sure to come out three times a day, slightly earlier than usual in order to avoid running into Hiruma, to cook their meals. She wasn't sure how long this pattern would keep up--after all, she neither expected nor really wanted an outright apology, not from Hiruma--but maybe it would impress upon him the fact that he couldn't just pin her down like that. Even if it was in her best interest.
The only downside to the plan being, of course, that she missed his company. That the blank walls in her room seemed smaller than before, somehow.
Sighing, Mamori got to her feet, quietly turning the knob on her door and trying to decide on what to make for dinner that night.
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]Summary; Everyone needs a little bit of solidarity in the City. Mamori and Hiruma make unspoken amends.
Log;
There existed very few ways in the world to turn an act of obedience into that of defiance, and yet somehow it seemed that as of late, Mamori had managed to stumble across just that. It wasn't that she really wanted to revert to the mindset of a thirteen-year-old, but there was certainly a underlying message she was trying to get across. Because, in the past couple of days, Mamori had made a greater concession to Hiruma than she had in all of her months as acting manager of the Devilbats--that perhaps she had underestimated an enemy, and perhaps there were times when her kindness was extended to too many. And, indeed, maybe she should have been kept away from the Network, off her computer, given some time alone in her room to think--the only problem was the manner in which Hiruma's guidance was given. The very bullying that she had worked so hard to suppress in him, only intensified, somehow.
She didn't want it to become a habit.
Unfortunately, the only way Mamori could think of in order to prevent this was, ironically enough, strict adherence to his words. Actions which would make him think twice before giving her another order; actions which would take away any sort of satisfaction that he got from pushing her around.
She would liked to have thought that Hiruma wasn't that type of person, but just in case.
Still, staying in her room at all times wasn't the most feasible option, and so Mamori still made sure to come out three times a day, slightly earlier than usual in order to avoid running into Hiruma, to cook their meals. She wasn't sure how long this pattern would keep up--after all, she neither expected nor really wanted an outright apology, not from Hiruma--but maybe it would impress upon him the fact that he couldn't just pin her down like that. Even if it was in her best interest.
The only downside to the plan being, of course, that she missed his company. That the blank walls in her room seemed smaller than before, somehow.
Sighing, Mamori got to her feet, quietly turning the knob on her door and trying to decide on what to make for dinner that night.