I promised Yukiko I’d do this. I let myself into the Yagi’s. I should take him for the weekend as it will be a difficult conversation and I want to give him time to think. I’m not sure if Yagi-san will be in, but if she’s not I can always just let Yukiko know not to wait for us and that I’ll bring Tsutomu to school on Monday.
It’s a nice afternoon, we should be able to walk through Ueno, to our old house and back to the Machigaya. I should stop by somewhere to get us dinner and buy tomorrow’s breakfast as well. I walk across the garden.
(OOC: Eiji can be interacted with if wanted. He’s waiting on Tsutomu but interaction is not required either, he will be moved soonish)
Making Sense of their Past
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I’m finishing up putting away everything from lunch when I see a young man enter the gate. “Good afternoon, Eiji-kun!” I smile. I’m always glad to see him.
“Hello Yagi-san.” I bow. I haven’t been here since the other week. I notice she’s already showing but I glance away slighty. It’s a little embarrassing. I hope she didn’t notice me staring.
“I stopped by to see if I can take Tsutomu for the weekend.” I don’t tell her my intentions. I don’t know how much she knows. “I figured perhaps he’d like to spend the next few days with me.” I add, “I can bring him to school on Monday.”
I notice he looks at me and then away – ah. I blush a little. Since adding my new support obi from the temple it’s been a bit more prominent. But it’s made it more comfortable, and for as long as I still have to go, I need it, even if it makes my condition more obvious.
“I stopped by to see if I can take Tsutomu for the weekend. I figured perhaps he’d like to spend the next few days with me. I can bring him to school on Monday.
I nod. “Of course. I think he’d enjoy that.” I’ve yet to be able to talk to Yukiko-san alone – either Makoto or Kinsuke-san has been around me all morning. “Let me get his school uniform together, I just took it off of the drying line.” I take care of it as I do his father’s uniform, as I noticed that Tsutomu-kun doesn’t seem to like it unkempt either.
I turn back and smile, “And Tsutomu-kun is around the side.”
(OOC: Hide exits to go inside the house)
I go to the side of the house where Tsutomu is sitting on the engawa.
“Hey.” I raise my hand and sit down beside him, “Lazy afternoon huh?”
He settles his chin on his hands. “I guess.” He has that far-away look. I wonder for a moment if I used to have the same look. After all I sat many times on the engawa, just staring at nothing in our old house.
“I want you to come with me for a couple of days.”
He looks surprised and shrugs.
Oh dear, it’s one of those quiet days huh? I run my hand through his wavy hair. “Such a good head of hair needs to be comb once in a while Tomu-kun.” I grin.
“Stop that.” He swats my hand but he grins at me back. “If you must know this hair is of the -noble- kind.”
“Hai. I know. But maybe you need a hair cut.”
His mouth blows the air up, flinging the slight bangs he did have.
“One day when I get out of here.”
I smile and stand up. “Come on. I’m taking you out and we’re having dinner and I’ll give you coffee.”
“Oh really?” He lights up -slightly-. We go to the front of the house and wait for Yagi-san.
I’ve wrapped up his uniform carefully and hand it over to Tsutomo-kun, bowing. “Have a good time – be safe. I’ll see you Monday, Tsutomu-kun, and later, Eiji-san.”
Tsutomu-kun doesn’t have the full closed-off Yamaguchi face right now – and again, I’m glad we have Eiji-san in our lives. And this boy needs everyone he can get.
I wonder what his laugh sounds like? The idea that I’ve never heard it makes me suddenly very sad.
(OOC – Hide exits unless stopped)
“Have a good time – be safe. I’ll see you Monday, Tsutomu-kun, and later, Eiji-san.”
“I’ll be sure to bring him back.” I bow to Yagi-san and look at Tsutomu. He makes a slight bow but hurries to the gates.
“Ah if you’ll excuse me.” I run after the hard headed brother of mine.
(OOC Exits the house. Next post here will be long monologues.)