𝙶uardian 𝙰ngel - 𝙱okuaka

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A/n: Hey guys! So yeah, I needed a break trying to write my other stories, so I decided to write this Iwaoi one shot.

A/n from the future: lmao this is not a one shot.

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"I-wa-chaan~" Oikawa drawled out Iwaizumi's name, simultaneously poking his cheek. "C'mon, talk to meeeeeeee."

Oikawa was currently seated in Iwaizumi's apartment, holding a controller. The tv was turned on and two fighters were facing each other on the screen. "Don't be like this, you won so I should be pouting instead-" 

"Your character doesn't even have any abilities other than 'Graceful Seduction', oddly similar to you, and you both suck at it. I'm pouting because you pick a character that can actually fight!" Iwaizumi grabbed Oikawa's controller and switched his avatar to a muscular man with his hair gelled up like Elvis, and then tossed the device back at Oikawa's head. "Ready, go!"

"Eek! That's not fair Iwa-chan!"

The odd pair was playing video games in Iwaizumi's apartment, waiting for the telltale knock on his door that signaled that dinner was ready across the way in Bokuto's flat. The video game they were playing was something akin to Mario Bros but even less serious and even more homoerotic. 

Oikawa sighed, and pretended to melt off of the couch into a pile of deflating angel, when finally there came a large banging at the door. He immediately perked up, and Iwaizumi went and opened it to see Kuroo and Kenma, the latter of whom was holding two controllers. 

Seeing Iwaizumi's raised eyebrows as the pair pushed past, Kenma nonchalantly answered that "Bokuto accidentally left the gas stove on without it being it, so now the apartment is poisonous. They'll be here after they deal with the police." 

There was nothing to be done about the situation at that point, so he simply closed the door as Kuroo excused himself to the bathroom and Kenma began rifling through the games. 

"Do you have anything more action oriented? You know, like WWII Aces?" He asked. "All I'm seeing is LEGO Indiana Jones and Wipe out."

Iwaizumi shook his head. "I don't play war games." 

Oikawa grabbed a cheese puff, asking "Why not?"

He hesitated. Kenma sensed that it might have been a sensitive topic, but when he made the move to defuse the situation, Kuroo sparked some flint by saying "I'm curious too. You're like, the most macho nacho ever, no way you could be afraid of some gory war game."

"Its not the games that I'm afraid of," Iwaizumi answered tartly, "But the wars themselves. You weren't there for them. You don't know how awful they were." He breathed deeply, inhaling an exhaling slowly as if to release all of the tension. "Over the years, I've visited many therapists, grief counselors, shamans, priests, and psychic experts in order to process a lot of trauma. Unlike many other people, I am able to remember by previous lives. I have served in every single world altering war you can name, whether I want to or not. I helped build the Babylonian Empire, destroy Troy in the Trojan war .I was part of the American and French Revolutions. I died for the North during the Civil War, was present at the sinking of the Maine ,and did what I could during the rape of China. I was drafted for WWI and WWII. I was part of Operation Desert Storm. I was honorably discharged year from active duty in the Middle East after a land mine blew my foot off. My comrades lost their heads. Other times, I would die in these battles, and I would be reincarnated just in time for the next one. 

"The memory of some of these days can shatter you. D-Day, which a lot of those war games is based off of, was hell on earth. It was worse. You know, they say it was that war that allowed for the civil rights movement to be so powerful in the next decades in the states. It was because when men were dropping to your left and your right, you didn't care about who was 'above' or 'below' you. You were simply trying to survive. Those video games give us no respect."