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[It's morning, and Asch is paying a visit to the smithy to look into getting his Maestro sword sharpened; it's been a while, and you can only do so much without giving it a proper filing. While he's there waiting for his request to be processed - or waiting for a free spot in the workshop to do it himself if necessary - he browses around the store at the new arrivals, wanting to check on what kinds of blades have shown up. And that's about when he stumbles upon something he definitely wasn't expecting to see.

So within a few hours, Asch can be found heading home through the snow with two swords, one at his hip and the other simply carried by his side, though he's careful with it, as if it's some kind of sacred weapon. He's looking for someone specific, but feel free to stop him en route to House 5 if you're around.]

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[Red, red, red. Will it ever stop? He jerks back, trying in vain to quell his frustrated embarrassment.]

...Then... you should hurry the hell up and get over your problems already...!

[The jerk back startles Guy until he sees the blush, and then he just laughs.

Asch. You are so tsundere.]

I'm working on it.

[Shut up. D|]

And let me help, too. I can't do a damn thing if you don't start talking to me about it.

...I didn't want to bother you with it. [It's a bit more than that. Asch always takes it so personally, which...makes sense, since the root of the problem is his own father.]

Bother me with it. I told you- with everything. If I can't do it wrong, then let me do it right. [Though he's still not sure whether to push Guy into it yet. If even Guy doesn't know, probably the only thing he can do is try and hope for the best.]

I'm sure you don't need to hear me say how much I hate your father for the billionth time.

It's not that simple though, is it? It never is.

No, but I can't sound that kind of thing out with you. [Asch might be angry at Fabre too, but Guy can't just spew all the hateful things he's thought to Asch. Especially since a fair amount of them have to do with how he planned to slaughter House Fabre and everyone tied to it.]

Just because I'm close to the situation doesn't mean I don't understand.

It's not that I don't think you'd understand. I'm very sure you would.

I want you to understand something, as well. [His gaze is much more steady now, unflinching, unwavering.] How I feel about my father is nothing compared to how I feel about you.

[Guy shakes his head.]

That's not it either.

Then what is it?

[Guy shifts his weight awkwardly, obviously hesitating.]

...there's a lot of thoughts I've had that have never seen the light of day. That I've never even voiced aloud. I don't want you to hear them.

[Asch pauses at that. Those ugly, hateful feelings... maybe Guy is right, maybe he shouldn't hear them. But Asch doesn't believe it, not really.

Maybe... maybe if...]

...I was young, too. Eleven, maybe twelve. Almost twelve, I think. That's when I really started to hate him. I had a lot of things on my mind that I could never share with anyone.

[Dammit Asch you really aren't going to let Guy duck out of this easily are you?] This is different.

Asch, has it ever occurred to you that I might feel ashamed?

[That's not part of the plan, no.]

Has it ever occurred to you that you're the one least likely to forgive yourself for it?

I have forgiven myself for it, for the most part. I wouldn't be in a relationship with you otherwise. But it's not a part of my life I'm eager to revisit, and the fewer spectators the better. I don't want you to know what was going through my head then. You already get the gist of it; you don't need all the sordid details too.

Edited 2010-11-20 13:15 (UTC)

So when you vowed to be honest with me, did that only apply to issues that come up in the future? Are we exempt from sharing our pasts, even with the one we're supposed to be closest to?

[Dammit you HAD to bring that up.]

...you don't want to know these things, Asch. You don't. Trust me.

Don't tell me what I want. You have no idea.

[Guy presses his hands together and touches his fingers to his mouth, deep in thought.

Then he turns on his heel.] Come on. This isn't the place to have this conversation. [Asch might be able to strongarm him into talking but he'll be damned if he risks Luke listening in.]

[Asch reaches out, grabbing Guy's arm and pulling him back. He doesn't have the time or the confidence to feel victorious about this, so instead he just lets a surreal sort of calm take over.]

Wait. Finish the laundry and take a break. My room in ten minutes- he won't come there unless I call for him.

No. In ten minutes I'll have an excuse that you'll swallow. Your room now. [And Guy takes Asch's hand from his arm, squeezing it tight before starting to drag him down the hallway.]

[Whoa. Asch is a little worried that Guy needs some sort of cool-down time, but if now is when it's going to happen, then he won't argue, silently following Guy to the smaller bedroom on that floor. This is definitely a time when the locks and his fonic link will come in handy, especially if Luke or Natalia are around the house.]