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Nightow is the kind of writer who creates characters out of suffering, who are designed to suffer constantly, and who die still suffering. And he makes you care about them for the rest of your life.

Bartendin’ Blues

Sypnosis || In which Mika finds Bunji after the events of G.O.R.E

WC || 868

Contents || bartender/drinksmith!Bunji, Mika is in her 30’s (relatively), pure fluff and sprinkles of angst, Bunji in his old man feelings, decent ending, somewhat rushed.

Note || I keep thinking about… what IF Bunji worked as a bartender? Would be so neat. Especially also along with the idea that Mika and Bunji could possibly actually have a positive interaction for ONCE. They very rarely interact in canon, but this little writing of mine is just an idea of that happening.

The sea of bastards was not something new to him. 

Chain of command my ass.

There sure was hell ain’t no kings, and there was no god cept’ man. He looked down at the bottom of the bottle long enough to understand something close or other, he killed his deposition, and now he’d naturally assume it was genetically defined within all men amongst the bottoms of the earth. However Bunji left that life behind a long time ago, but his reputation stained him, like a target upon his back. It was lucky in nature that he was left alone to his vices, vying for a more less dramatic life.

Right now, that was far down his list of worries however. 

Mind over matter he’d tell himself. 

Yet this ain’t one of his usual bastard patrons, this was a lady. Someone he seldom had the grievance of meeting once or twice, hell he remembers saving her too. 

“Anythin’ to your fancy little lady?” He spoke, casting her a knowing look as he walked over to her spot of location within the bar. The silver-headed woman tensed up, sensing she was a focus of attention within the bartender’s eyes. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say, or what to do for that matter, getting here was the easy part — trying to strike up a conversation with the man that saved her from that exploding airship on top of the building so many years ago wasn’t.

Red flickered upon in the vision of the two, a quiet reminder that he was under the control of a greedy asshole who was trying to ensure the spread of SEED. The very subject of the matter that coursed through the veins of the young lady. 

The very bullet that he shot her with. 

She held her nimble and fragile hands together, fiddling with her fingers in order to stead her ever-growing anxiety. The wolfish man stood there with a patience he never could’ve had when he was younger, awaiting her words. Finally, she had spoken, so tenderly, “Just something regular, nothing too strong. I am sure you have better knowledge on drinks then I do Mr. Kugashira.” As if it were, it felt like yesterday he remembered crossing paths with her for the very first time. When she was twelve years old, a target was on her back for merely being the daughter of Big Daddy, a well-respected man who maintained the age-old Millenion and left it with a great legacy. Only back then, Bra- Beyond The Grave had risen to ensure every single last one of the members of Millenion would be sent to their own graves. 

His calloused hands moved upon instinct, without hesitation to gather up the ingredients upon hearing her request. Bunji wanted to speak, but his vocal cords were more or less worse for wear, yet he made the effort to do so anyway. “Mika,” He began, his chest rumbling in a low chuckle, “Ain’t that your name?” His voice was gravelly, yet so warm. It reminded Mika of a fondness a father would have for his children, but she shook off the memory and nodded with a quiet hum. 

Bunji set down the mixer, bringing up his hand to adjust the collar right atop his tie. “Well I suppose I can’t just assume yer’ only here to reminisce aren’t you?” Quiet laughter shook his shoulders, trembling may they be. He resumed his ministrations, not caring if Mika had answered him or not. 

It was then he had set her drink down in front of her crossed arms, had she mustered the courage to respond, “SEED has resurfaced, and we need more hands. It’s becoming difficult to obtain.” 

“So you want me to join your little resistance group?” He shot back, toying with bar tools that he had in hand. Mika went quiet, and that confirmed everything he had suspected. Bunji’s shoulders faltered, in a way displaying his exhaustion, but he could never truly feel anything of the sort. A deadman has no need for pain or the physical toll a nasty situation would take on a person. “Your father would be pretty impressed y’know.”

Mika’s eyes shot up, wide with surprise at the sincerity in the former hitman’s words. He was glad he constantly wore his sunglasses, his eyes would be telling a completely different story to the young lady. 

A sigh escaped her lips, her head somewhat hanging low, the eventful memories all coming back of her mother telling Mika all about Big Daddy. How powerful and what a proud man he was, “Pretty sure he wouldn’t be proud of me at all.” 

Bunji cracked his neck, leaning forward and crossing his arms as he got a closer look at Mika, “Now why in the hell would’ja say that?” He raised his eyebrow, truly showing his confusion. Bunji had meant it when he said her father would be proud of her, but why would she downplay her own efforts in life? Especially if she was working so hard to prevent the disaster of SEED from destroying the lives of civilians and people alike. 

In his book, that would be nothing short of someone who truly was human.

My sister saw the cigarette scene and fucking Vulcan and Blood War’s reunion with the gun barrels and was like: Remember that movie subtext I told you about?

And I did.

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Right? I think the funniest thing about the anime is the implication that Dr. T is the reason why Grave looks like that and it’s so funny. Why did he make him dress like a goth cowboy?

Love how everybody in the Gungrave anime still refers to Grave as Brandon. It’s like everybody heard Doctor Tokioka’s idea for “Beyond the Grave” and were like that’s stupid we’re not calling him that. Harry and the other upper echelon of Millenion still call him Brandon Heat, call that deadnaming or something.

Hey Captain Curly! I heard you like space cowboys, so I'm showing you my favourite space cowboy, Vash the Stampede!

In his world, he and the rest of humanity live on a desert planet called Gunsmoke, or No Man's Land in some other versions. This infamous gunslinger is determined to live his life spreading peace and kindness despite the $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head (yes it's that many zeroes), and so he keeps up a cheerful and optimistic personality, using his inhuman reflexes and pinpoint accuracy to avoid killing at all costs! I think you'd appreciate his hopeful outlook on humanity, especially later in the series when the plot kicks in and his backstory is unravelled. Let me know if you'd like to watch an episode (either the silly but heartfelt 90s version or the more immediately serious reboot), or if you just want me to ramble about his backstory!

The first picture is him in the original anime (a more western look that I prefer), the second is him in the reboot with more of a cyberpunk influence.

While he's a silly guy most of the time, but when shit hits the fan he's a total badass.

Hey! Thanks!

Huh, wow! That's an exciting character design.

A desert planet, huh. Sounds kinda miserable, hah. Still, good for him. That's... That kind of hope is hard to maintain, yeah? I wouldn't mind learning more about that backstory, if you want to share it.

He looks very exciting. Thank you again for showing me.

Do you ever think about how Brandon Heat felt about people trying to get closer to him? Starting with Widge and Gary who helped him become more familiar with being a new member of Millenion and sort of becoming his mentor figures which would then be filled by Big Daddy. Do you think that when Harry introduced him to Lee and Bob that he felt an ache in his heart as he witnessed them joking and talking with another because it reminded him of the gang he used to have a similar bond with? Do you think Brandon eventually started to push away Maria and even newcomers like Bunji who so desperately wanted to have a relationship with him because he didn’t want to go through that loss again? Because he couldn’t bear to lose anyone like he lost his old friends?

And since Overdose is implied to be a direct follow up to the Gungrave anime do you think Beyond the Grave feels a sense of deja vu when he sees how Juji, RB, Spike and Mika interact with each other? Does Grave have vague memories of him and the others Jolice, Nathan and Harry, how could he forget Harry would tease Kenny constantly as well as give each other shit just to mess with one another? Does he remember those days where he didn’t feel the need to constantly hide his true emotions from his closest friends? Did he remember the numerous arguments that Nathan and Kenny would have that made Harry and him separate them to prevent a brawl as Jolice laughed at their antics? Do you think that, for just a day, Beyond the Grave felt he still had a reason to continue his existence besides a promise he made to a woman he didn’t allow himself to love? That for the first time in what felt like an eternity whatever left of Brandon Heat experienced that connection to others that he used to have? That maybe Grave wouldn’t have to fight alone anymore now that he had others to watch his back?

Much to think about.

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