I’m told we won’t see each for a while. I thought I’d leave you with a song. Something newer a decade old I’m told.
I’m told we won’t see each for a while. I thought I’d leave you with a song. Something newer a decade old I’m told.
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There are a few songwriters in the newer times, I suppose, who can write a love song. *smiles* But until then… can I sleep over at your place? The last thing I need is to catch this illness that’s turned the writer into an absolute -baby-…
*Suddenly appears*
“I don’t need you to catch an illness as well considering you’ve hardly recovered from the last ordeal.”
*wraps his arms around her and closes his eyes*
*then they’re in his place again in glass and steel.*
“Well even if there’s nothing in this place, it is somewhere we two can be.”
*kisses her before letting her go*
“Change of clothes are in my room. You fit well in my oversized shirts of course? Unfortunately, None of my pants will fit and I keep no shorts.” *grins slightly and goes to open the TV to his favorite show, those people at sea*
*Smiles as he embraces her, melting into him a bit, enjoying his warmth, his strength*
*Goes into his room, spare and tidy like before but not so… gloomy.* *Pulls out one of his white button-up dress shirts and puts it on, it’s so long it covers her halfway down her thighs* *rolls up the sleeves*
Will this work? I can’t twirl yet but… *shrugs, grins, and makes her way over to the sofa* *curls up next to him on the sofa* Should I see about some dinner? *looks at the TV* Some seafood? Or does watching fishermen ruin your appetite? *kisses his cheek*
Takes his eyes away from the TV and watches her enter the room, eyeing her legs. She looks better in his shirt than in the gymnasium costume.
“It works.” *grins slightly and pats the sofa, where she goes and sits next to him and kisses his cheek*
“Sorry I don’t keep any food here – I never quite know when you or I will end up here. Some alcohol and cheese, things that don’t spoil.” *wraps an arm around her* “But it’s only a night, while the “kids” are trying to figure themselves out…” *nods towards the phone* “You can always call for delivery, if your really hungry”
“It works? Well…. I’ll take that bit of a compliment, it’s not a hard look to pull off, after all”. *grins as she noticed that he looked at her legs*
*snuggles into his arm* Just tonight, then? I’m not sure if I’ll need dinner because… you just know that a delivery person will interrupt. *laughs* After all, it’s only a night… and I don’t want to decrease any time you’ll need to appreciate these legs. Who needs shorts when I can just wear your shirt?” *kisses up his jaw*
I’m glad for “contactless delivery” as there’s not much else to cover myself up with…. I watch on the phone as it updates the delivery as “complete” and open the door. Hajime fell asleep… so I went ahead and ordered something.
I bring the food into the kitchen, but aside from the aforementioned alcohol and cheese, there’s not much. No plates, the utensils are just leftover plastic cutlery packets from prior take-out meals… ah, so much for presenting it properly. But at least this house – with hard walls and this kitchen with counters – is easy to get around, to find something to steady myself against instead of relying on the cane.
I go back to the sofa, and slowly kiss his cheek, his chin, his lips. “I have some dinner for you, if you’d like.” From the bag I pull out the first container and open it… ahhh! If I’m here I’m going to enjoy tomatoes, at least, and this dish sounded delightful. I put his container next to him, and give him another kiss. “Eat it while it’s warm-ish,” I tell him.
My plan to pretend to be sleeping backfired! I actually fell asleep. Well it was all I could do to not jump the woman who tried to seduce me again tonight. She’s in no condition for us to do that.
I look over her plate and she has pasta with mussels in tomato. I never thought she liked tomatoes that much… much less mussels. My plate is appetizing and I smile at her but before I dig in, I place a piece of meat on her plate. “Remember beef is the most nutritious of the meats.” I steal a piece of mussel though from her plate, I’ve had it before when I was pretending to be a fisherman.
“Eat up, then go to bed. I’ll have to go back to work soon.” Hopefully her roommate is no longer contagious.
He finally wakes up.
I take a bite of mine and close my eyes, enjoying the flavors. “I get so tired of chicken and cheese… to have something with real -flavor-…. mmm!” I say. After all, I love to cook because I love to take care of those I love… but I also love food.
I grin as he does a “swap” of beef for a mussel. “That’s pretty good, too,” I say, nodding. But I like my dish better…. but it’s not enough to distract me from glancing at him. While a black shirt is a black shirt, there’s something about the fabric in this time, where it just fits tighter, skimming and hinting but not showing the muscles….
Ah! Back to the -mussels-, Hide, I tell myself. Not his muscles… he doesn’t want to until you’ve recovered yours… but it’s hard not to look. To imagine… Ever since we came back, I’ve felt a pull as strong as it’s ever been, to -be- with this man. To cherish him in every sense.
I bite my lip, my cheeks flushed a bit. “How soon… until you have to go to work?”
“Time passes differently here. Like now we’re enjoying dinner and when we sleep, I know wake up at my desk and you…” I look at her for a moment, “Well whatever it is you’re doing in the house. Getting better I hope.”
We eat and I know she’s watching. I’m a fast eater so my meal is finished quickly and I get us something to drink. I avoid looking too much at her. We’ll get in trouble stuck in this small room, this much I know.
Suddenly I start sweating profusely as if something is happening or has happened.
But Hide is here with me… which means someone else…
“How soon… until you have to go to work?”
I smile at her as she finishes her meal. Taking her empty dinner box, I place it to the side. “As soon as I put you to bed.” And I scoop her up carefully bringing her to my room and into my bed. Having her settled in, I settle my head on one hand and stare at her for a moment. “You know when you close your eyes, it’ll be the evening in our home and although you and I had our dinner, you might have two men still hungry later.”
(OOC: you may cllose)
Then there’s a -look-…. one of distraction. Something else is pulling at him. He’s needed elsewhere, and this moment has passed. I let him pick me up without any further inducements and bring me to his bed.
You know when you close your eyes, it’ll be the evening in our home and although you and I had our dinner, you might have two men still hungry later.
I smile. “I’ll see you there, then.” I lean over for one last kiss, before closing my eyes. Our world, our situation is indeed unique, but at least we’re in it together.
(OOC – close)
I spent the afternoon pouring over some paper work. I buried myself in it so much today that I was able to finish a chapter draft of the “Hands and Eyes of the Police” and sent it to Kawaji’s desk. He’ll be happy, I think. But likely not enough to let me off the hook about ghosting Sir Howard. Or should I ghost him? Maybe it’s better if I appeal to his common decency? He’s an Englishman after all.
Ashing my cigarette, I glance towards the window. The sun’s not down yet and I’m already done with work but I seem stuck in this place for some reason. No. There’s probably something else I can do isn’t there?
You’re an idiot.
So what?
I start rummaging through the files on my desk. Hoping there’d be a new assignment for me or maybe even a letter from the Department of the Interior but either Japan has become a safe place, which I doubt or my superiors have decided I’m more valuable at my desk than in the field. And it’s a Sunday, I won’t hear anything from Osaka.
So I decide to read the Sunday paper. I tend to avoid the Sunday newspaper because I find its socialite geared content irks me but there’s nothing else. Another ball at the Rokumeikan arranged for elite foreigners and high flying politicians by Inoue the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Imagine that, the man who was once suspected of gunning for Okubo’s place is ending up trying to negotiate treaties with other nations? How well is that going I wonder?
My eyes wander to a list of prominent attendees, a bunch of people I don’t know but a few names stand out that Field Marshall von Lindenberg, Sir Howard Vincent, Kamei Shichirou and Miyagawa Kichirou. I heard the Department of the Interior took him back here in Tokyo but it makes no sense he’s now hobnobbing with Tokyo’s elites. I can feel my breath go heavy as I put the paper down. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve heard anything from Osaka and from the prefectural chief there. Sucking on my cigarette tightly, I hear a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I bark at the unwelcome visitor.
“Supt. Fujita.”
I look up and see he’s paid me a visit. I thought he’d never show his face to me again. And I’m not sure how I feel about him wearing the uniform again. There was a time I’d have regretted not trying harder to keep him.
“What are you doing here Shindou?” I say coldly as I ash the last of my cigarette.
He nods, closes the door and approaches my desk.
“I know I’m not welcome.”
“You’re not.”
“But I heard of what happened to Yagi-san and I wanted to see how she’s doing. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to pay a visit to your home.”
Crossing my arms I stare at him for a long minute. Was he really that concerned? Or what kind of ploy is this?
“She’s recovering. She -will- be fine.” I click my tongue, “Thanks for your concern.” Not that I think he’s at all concerned about my wife or woman.
“So she got hurt?”
The way he said that, it almost seemed like genuine concern. But I can’t help averting my eyes to the side. “It will be a while before she can walk straight. She’s also had to endure a gunshot wound.” I didn’t realize it at first, but after last night seeing that wound up close I realized what she had ended up doing. Baka Onna.
“Sir!” He catches himself. “I’m glad that she’s home then.”
I simply nod impatiently. All those injuries mostly because I didn’t magically appear or weren’t fast enough. I don’t know which was worse. “Anything else?”
“About the other week sir.”
I can’t help but let out a growl. “I don’t need to speak about that right now. Don’t waste my time.”
“Look Fujita-san, I was wrong.” He scratches the back of his neck, “I don’t know what came over me. It was like I was in a trance and during that time I’d do anything for Aioi-san.”
“Fool. That’s what that woman does best.” I start another cigarette, “Learn your lesson and go back to your girl.” I watch as he squirms and I realize, he probably doesn’t even have a girl. “Kami… If you don’t even have a girl, go get yourself one. A nice one you can take home to that demon mother of yours. And the next time you get an itch, go get laid -elsewhere-.”
He looks to the side, “Well even if Aioi-san was just using me. I don’t think it’s right that the police is using her in such a demeaning way.”
I almost laugh at him. Aioi use him? Perhaps to relieve herself of boredom but nothing else. As for the police, we do what we must. Or -you- must.
“Don’t worry she’s back in Kyoto.” I lie. He’s so damn gullible sometimes.
Like her?
We’re not talking about her!
Even so, you certainly can’t seem to stop thinking about her. You idiot.
“Really?” He smiles and nods agreeably at the fake news. “Then that’s good. I would feel responsible for…”
I scoff. “Are you really that of an idiot? Just because you slept with a woman doesn’t mean you have to marry her.”
But isn’t that what happened Goro?
Shut up!
“Go home. Your mother is probably waiting for you.” I wave him away.
“Alright.” He goes to the door, “Please tell Yagi-san to have a speedy recovery. And if there’s anything I can do Fujita-san.”
“Sure.” I grin contemptuously at him. “And as for what you -can- do, just make sure you don’t cause unnecessary worry to Hide by telling her about Aioi.”
He gives me an odd look but I go back to the Sunday newspaper. This day certainly turned into a chore and I’m just not inclined to go home. All this talk about Aioi… I look outside, now it’s dark.
Maybe I -should- visit her. See what that woman who wants for nothing and requires nothing is up to. Drinking alone probably. I can’t help but grin at the thought.
You really are an idiot. We’re supposed to go home!
Shut up! She doesn’t want you.
Heh.. Nor you. You fool.