Waah ;____; I am a sucker for the "I-WILL-PROTECT-YOU-AT-WHATEVER-COST!" guys who actually, erm, don't always have the skills to follow up on that (but KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE ANYWAY! HA HA, OH, NO....) And as a result, the people/person whom they're trying to protect... has no faith in them and mostly just views them as an idiot. (Most of the time.)

Miharu takes Thobari for granted; it hurts me, deeeeeeep inside.

So here is fanfic that only serves to hurt me more! Rub salt in that wound! Awesome idea. Obviously I'm a big M.



Note: I am mostly brand new to this fandom and though I plowed through the anime, I have only read the first volume of the manga so far. (Am off to fix that right now!) So if I get something wrong, somewhere... my apologies. I am not yet caught up.




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He has to admit he hears it resounding, however faintly, in his head. GO, MIHARU!

You think this has nothing to do with us? Would you like it to have nothing to do with us?

And Kumohira-Sensei's blood seeping through his shirt, his fingers curling into the dirt digging digging digging like he still has something to hold on to. His ragged breathing. His black hair covering only a few of the strained lines of pain etched across his forehead. Yoite's gloved hand pointing down at him. (Yoite was just a stranger then--how strange.) And Kumohira-Sensei's intense stare, despite it all; his defensive, furious response like something cracked and shining and dangerous.

Yoite's own response was a continued, unaffected glance downward. No hate except for that same hate he feels toward all. No pity, either. Complete indifference. A trait in tow with Miharu's. This lack of understanding, this moment of disconnect when it came to looking into Kumohira-Sensei's eyes and trying to translate or explain the fire in them... Yoite felt it too. Like Miharu, Yoite couldn't grasp Kumohira-Sensei's motivations. Yoite couldn't explain why Kumohira-Sensei was trying to protect something he was too weak to protect. Yoite thought Kumohira-Sensei was absurd.

He would have killed him, definitely.

Kumohira-Sensei wants to be involved, but there's no place for him here. He's just trying to butt in. Annoying. I didn't ask him for his help. And he never does anything right anyway. Why should he have to right to tell me what to do?

Up ahead, Yoite has stopped. He turns his head slightly. (I'm waiting.) "Ah, sorry," Miharu smiles and rubs the back of his head. "Coming!" He hurries to catch up. As soon as he's by Yoite's side, all thoughts and memories of Kumohira-Sensei fade away, into the background with the rest of the irrelevant city chatter.

This is far easier to understand than any crazy thing Kumohira-Sensei has ever done, or any stupid pledge Kumohira-Sensei has ever made. This -- just Miharu and Yoite walking through the streets together -- makes far more sense than any warning Kumohira-Sensei has ever attempted to give him. Miharu doesn't regret this decision at all.