Kila was honoured to be considered one of the Sentinel and Guide of Hawai’i’s ‘Ohana. It didn’t mean that he didn’t know that they were a pair of argumentative idiots. They argued for fun. They also loved each other unreservedly.
Their adoption of Nahele Huikala came as something as a surprise, but after thinking about it for a moment, it wasn’t -- because Steve and Danny were twin forces of chaos. True -- the adoption wasn’t official by any sense of the word, but Nahele was going to be taken from them over Lieutenant Commander McGarrett’s cold dead body, assuming that they made it through Detective Danny Williams.
And actually, Kila would castrate anyone that attempted to deprive Nahele of his guardians.
Huh.
Kila finished shaving and contemplated his reflection. He was part of something special. The people of Hawai’i had lost a lot of their traditional teachings through indoctrination and outright cultural suppression. Nahele Huikala represented a bright future. But Kila was aware that it was a lot of pressure to set on a young teenager’s shoulders.
Today, he was introducing Nahele to the Kakawelewele. Steve would also come. Danny had made his apologies. citing that he wasn’t going to deal with any mumbo jumbo. The sensitive would be offended by the dismissal. Kila knew that the sentinel’s feelings were more multifaceted. He had yet to truly understand Danny Williams, apart from knowing that, at his core, he was a good man, and fundamentally a father. A protector. Simply, Williams had little time for that which he couldn’t sift with his senses or didn’t want to sift with his senses.
Steve McGarrett was infinitely more complicated and really much more simple.
It was somewhat galling that decades of training meant that he wasn’t even close to experiencing what a guide could perceive simply by looking.
Kila patted aftershave on his jaw.
Time to get dressed.
The doorbell rang.
“It’s open!” Kila hollered.
“Morning!” Steve hollered back.
“I’ll be down in a minute. There’s coffee.” Kila knew that his own timekeeping skills were marginal at best. Steve, brainwashed by the military, was habitually ten minutes early. Kila figured that today Steve was probably twenty minutes early because he had really tried to factor those ten minutes into his morning preparations.
He quickly donned his malo. His kapa robes were carefully rolled up and packed so he could wear them at the meeting and Nahele’s official greeting. He paused a moment, contemplating, and then placed his kukui nut lei around his neck.
He toed on his slippahs and padded downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Aloha.” Steve leaned against the kitchen counter in one long line, nose in a coffee cup.
At the table, Nahele jumped to his feet. “Sir,” he said, seeing Kila.
Nahele stared at Kila, nervously tugging at the cuff of his clearly brand new jacket. Nahele and Steve were both dressed in the European fashion. Steve wore a classic 60’s black, cool-line suit and matching narrow tie over a pristine white shirt. Nahele’s style was slightly more relaxed, with room to grow.
Stylish, respectful, albeit slightly gauche for the meeting. However, it wasn’t as if Steve could head out to a local haberdashery and purchase a malo and a kīhei for Nahele. The whole point of this meeting was to start Nahele’s introduction to his heritage.
Steve had even shaved, so closely there wasn’t a hint of stubble.
Kila was kind of surprised that he hadn’t worn his uniform. But this was Nahele’s meeting, Steve was present as his guardian.
Steve cocked an eyebrow.
“Thinking,” Kila explained.
“Yeah? What about?”
“Balance,” Kila said. Balancing several worlds. Wondering, not for the first time, how could he help train a guide with a foot in a different world that he could only peek at through an opaque window?
Steve and Danny had come to him for help. Helping and healing was his chosen role in life. Steve had not wanted to be a guide, but now was more comfortable with learning. He was becoming skilled, partly, because now he worked to guide his sentinel, but also figure out how to train his ward.
“Your role,” Steve said obliquely, “is to open Nahele’s eyes to the world.”
“Which one?” Kila asked.
Nahele shot a concerned glance at them both, one after another.
“All of them.” Steve grinned.
Steve, Kila noted, was becoming more guide-like every day.
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Date: 2017-09-20 09:04 am (UTC)Kila was honoured to be considered one of the Sentinel and Guide of Hawai’i’s ‘Ohana. It didn’t mean that he didn’t know that they were a pair of argumentative idiots. They argued for fun. They also loved each other unreservedly.
Their adoption of Nahele Huikala came as something as a surprise, but after thinking about it for a moment, it wasn’t -- because Steve and Danny were twin forces of chaos. True -- the adoption wasn’t official by any sense of the word, but Nahele was going to be taken from them over Lieutenant Commander McGarrett’s cold dead body, assuming that they made it through Detective Danny Williams.
And actually, Kila would castrate anyone that attempted to deprive Nahele of his guardians.
Huh.
Kila finished shaving and contemplated his reflection. He was part of something special. The people of Hawai’i had lost a lot of their traditional teachings through indoctrination and outright cultural suppression. Nahele Huikala represented a bright future. But Kila was aware that it was a lot of pressure to set on a young teenager’s shoulders.
Today, he was introducing Nahele to the Kakawelewele. Steve would also come. Danny had made his apologies. citing that he wasn’t going to deal with any mumbo jumbo. The sensitive would be offended by the dismissal. Kila knew that the sentinel’s feelings were more multifaceted. He had yet to truly understand Danny Williams, apart from knowing that, at his core, he was a good man, and fundamentally a father. A protector. Simply, Williams had little time for that which he couldn’t sift with his senses or didn’t want to sift with his senses.
Steve McGarrett was infinitely more complicated and really much more simple.
It was somewhat galling that decades of training meant that he wasn’t even close to experiencing what a guide could perceive simply by looking.
Kila patted aftershave on his jaw.
Time to get dressed.
The doorbell rang.
“It’s open!” Kila hollered.
“Morning!” Steve hollered back.
“I’ll be down in a minute. There’s coffee.” Kila knew that his own timekeeping skills were marginal at best. Steve, brainwashed by the military, was habitually ten minutes early. Kila figured that today Steve was probably twenty minutes early because he had really tried to factor those ten minutes into his morning preparations.
He quickly donned his malo. His kapa robes were carefully rolled up and packed so he could wear them at the meeting and Nahele’s official greeting. He paused a moment, contemplating, and then placed his kukui nut lei around his neck.
He toed on his slippahs and padded downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Aloha.” Steve leaned against the kitchen counter in one long line, nose in a coffee cup.
At the table, Nahele jumped to his feet. “Sir,” he said, seeing Kila.
Nahele stared at Kila, nervously tugging at the cuff of his clearly brand new jacket. Nahele and Steve were both dressed in the European fashion. Steve wore a classic 60’s black, cool-line suit and matching narrow tie over a pristine white shirt. Nahele’s style was slightly more relaxed, with room to grow.
Stylish, respectful, albeit slightly gauche for the meeting. However, it wasn’t as if Steve could head out to a local haberdashery and purchase a malo and a kīhei for Nahele. The whole point of this meeting was to start Nahele’s introduction to his heritage.
Steve had even shaved, so closely there wasn’t a hint of stubble.
Kila was kind of surprised that he hadn’t worn his uniform. But this was Nahele’s meeting, Steve was present as his guardian.
Steve cocked an eyebrow.
“Thinking,” Kila explained.
“Yeah? What about?”
“Balance,” Kila said. Balancing several worlds. Wondering, not for the first time, how could he help train a guide with a foot in a different world that he could only peek at through an opaque window?
Steve and Danny had come to him for help. Helping and healing was his chosen role in life. Steve had not wanted to be a guide, but now was more comfortable with learning. He was becoming skilled, partly, because now he worked to guide his sentinel, but also figure out how to train his ward.
“Your role,” Steve said obliquely, “is to open Nahele’s eyes to the world.”
“Which one?” Kila asked.
Nahele shot a concerned glance at them both, one after another.
“All of them.” Steve grinned.
Steve, Kila noted, was becoming more guide-like every day.
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