I've got you under my skin

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss is currently cleaning up his office on the first floor. He was glad to have missed Halloween, but was now left to clear up the mess littered all over the floor and over his desk. He was not pleased; candy wrappers, party poppers, egg shells. You name it. He had to clean it.]

[He slumped down in his seat irritably once he had dumped the majority of mess into the trash and decided to make a broadcast. His commanding voice boomed out to the Nexus.]

It has come to my attention that the recent festivities have been used to exploit this building. I don't care what you do outside or amongst yourselves, but MY OFFICE IS OFF LIMITS! If I find out who wrecked this room, I will hunt you down.

That is all.

[Big Boss fell back in his chair and attempted to get some paperwork done.]

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[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_{Calm down before you have a heart attack.}

[Snake grumbles; he's got a bit of a hangover and the last thing he needed to wake him this early was the grouchy, codger voice of a Big Boss.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Don't ask him how he heard that.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_{Christ! Not so loud-}

[Snake's still a bit inebriated so it doesn't even faze him.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss rises to his feet from his desk and walks out of his office. He moves out to find Snake, not that he's particularly glad to see him.]

Hmh. Do you know who was responsible for that?

[An accusing glare.] Was it you?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

How did you find me? You got a tracking chip in my collar or something?

[He looks at the old man through bleary eyes.]

What? No. I was in the bar the last two days- [It's more than obvious] -Hell if I know who was dumb enough to trash your office. Hell, I didn't even know you had an office.

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Snake just got this overwhelming urge to blow up his office.]

Whatever you say...

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Exactly how many of you are crawling around this building?

[Displeased Big Boss is displeased.]

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

Enough.

So. Where's your office?

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs.]

I am not an idiot, Snake. I don't plan on giving out such information if you aren't aware of its location.

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

I can't avoid something if I don't know where it is. I was planning some demolition.

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[Otacon tracks down the source of the broadcast so he can see the damage for himself.]

You know, it's not really that bad. A few minutes of cleaning and it'll be as good as new!

There's really no need for threats of violence.

[Otacon's idea of "not really that bad" and Big Boss' are vastly different.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

...

[Big Boss turned his head towards Otacon. He folds his arms in pure irritation. Not so much at the engineer.]

It will take time out of my routine having to clean this up.

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[Otacon sighs.]

Here, why don't I help you tidy up? That way you don't lose too much time.

[He does not want to see one of the kids - and he suspects it's one of the kids who trashed the office - on the receiving end of Big Boss' wrath.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[This Hal seemed older than his own. He hesitated only briefly at the suggestion, simply because most of the older Otacons seemed to dislike his presence.]

You want to help me?

[He smirks slowly.] Well. I suppose if you are offering, then be my guest.

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[The Snake from his universe hadn't told him much about the Big Boss he had killed. All he knows is that Dave is friends with some Big Boss. That, combined with Hal's lack of a self-preservation instinct, means he'll help BB clean up his office.]

[A shrug.] Sure. I'm not busy at the moment.

[He grins.] Don't think this'll become a regular habit though.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox shows up in his Big Boss' office, finding it empty of the old man. It's a bit confusing, as he swears he heard the man over the loudspeakers just a short time ago.]

[He can't quite shake the feeling that someone shot his dad that something isn't right, but he goes about cleaning up the office anyway.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[And his corpse remains sprawled out in the hall. In fact, he is still warm.]

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Gathering up the garbage strewn across Big Boss' office, Fox moves down the hall to dispose of it properly--]

[Until he freezes at the sight of his father's corpse.] S... Shit.

[He drops the garbage bag and bolts towards the man's body, falling to his knees beside him and he begins to feverishly pound his hands against the man's chest in an attempt to get his heart going again -- despite staring straight at that head wound.]

J-Jack! Come on! Don't do this to me-- you've got a metal plate in there somewhere, you son of a bitch! WAKE UP--!

[It's now that he realizes the man obviously hasn't been breathing for some time.] Goddamn it! [He growls and repositions himself, tilting his commander's head back and supporting his neck. He tries to ignore the blood, there doesn't seem to be a hole in the back of his head at least. No time for that -- he seals his mouth around John's own, breathing into him a few times before he goes back to pounding the man's chest.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[But it had been too late. Not even Big Boss could survive a bullet to the back of the head. A dirty move, it had been. He had not done anything to rile his spawn into attacking him either. But that was to be expected.]

[He lay there, limp in his Son's arms, blood seeping from the back of his head and staining his gray-white hair into crimson stains.]

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Receiving no response save for the man's blood soaking through his jacket, Fox's movements slow to a halt. He cradles his body close, stroking Big Boss' hair. Blood seeps down his fingerless gloves and coats his exposed fingers, bits of debris from the man's skull getting caught where the blood pools where the fabric ends and his skin begins.]

...

[Fox breathes slowly, trying to stop his body from trembling.] S... Shitty old man ... Couldn't even... Take a bullet...

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[He lays Jack's body down to rest, slowly rising to his feet. He regains his bearings, silently cursing himself for letting his control slip. Having a tantrum and insulting the man's corpse was no way to show his respect. he draws in a steady breath, looking down at his father's body as he begins to recite;]

If I die in a combat zone,
Tell all the people in homeland
That I did my best.

If I die in a combat zone,
Tell that pretty girl of mine
That I bring best memories with me.

If I die in a combat zone,
Tell all my best friends
That I died facing the gun.

If I die in a combat zone
I don't need my name on grave.
Etch instead that there was;
A man who lived, fought and died.

[And he kicks his feet together, throwing a hand up in a salute. Time to drag this corpse back to his room, before the hall patrol gets to it.]

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[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Hal tracks down the source of the broadcast, half-fearing it was him the one who trashed Big Boss's office while under the effects of Mischief Night.]

[He's relieved when he discover it wasn't him. But now that he knows the location, he thinks of paying him a visit. Would he be intruding? Maybe he can help him to clean the mess...]

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[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[By the time Hal arrives to the first floor, the room is empty, and there's blood pooling in the floor.]

[He stays silent by the door for a moment, in shock. The smell of it makes him sick, but the blood is drying already, it forms tracks, as if someone had dragged...]

[Hal sucks in a breath and sobs.]

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox appears a short distance away from Hal, a mop and bucket in hand. His jacket and tank top are covered in blood, as are his hands -- or at least, his fingers, as he's wearing fingerless gloves.]

[He lets out a grunt as he eyes the young Otacon.]

What are you doing here, kid?

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Hal lifts his eyes to see who addressed him, still crying, until he notices the blood covering the newcomer. He chokes down his sobs, then.]

[He's terrified, but he needs an answer.] W-w-what did you do to him?