[RP Log] Shishido & Fuji
Character : Fuji Shuusuke & Shishido Ryou
Date : Wednesday 3rd May [BACKDATED] before this log
Rating :G
Summary : Fuji pays Shishido a visit
TV was boring, the net was boring, his work was boring and annoyingly difficult when his place was work was 300 miles away. Choutarou had gone out to do some food shopping and Fuse had fallen asleep next to him on her back and her mouth hanging open. It was cute for all of two seconds. It had only been a week since he got out of the hospital yet it felt like an eternity, Shishido didn’t honestly know how Choutarou put up with his moods.
Fuji checked the number on the door. He'd never been to Ohtori's apartment before, but this seemed like the right one. It would have been easier if Eiji had given him a ride, but Fuji didn't want to mention this to Eiji. The redhead was, Fuji suspected, still touchy about Shishido, and Fuji supposed it was a fair enough situation. Still, he'd promised himself to try. That meant, whatever happened, Shishido was a friend, perhaps a good friend, but nothing more.
Shifting the plastic bags in his hands, he knocked.
Fuse’s head and ears picked up the moment there was a knock on the door, Shishido frowned. Choutarou hadn’t been gone over fifteen minutes and why was he knocking? Letting his husky run up to door and sniff at it excitedly, Shishido was slower to get to his feet, today was one of those days his healing ribs were aching and he’d already taken the maximum dose of pain medication. “One sec!” He called out as he walked gingerly over.
Shishido took a moment to use the peep hole, he’d had more than one dream about his father turning up here… He opened the door with a grin, blocking Fuse with his leg. “Hurry up and get in before the dog gets out.”
A dog? But Fuji could hear the barking, and he smiled, squeezing in past Shishido, careful not to jostle the bags. "Why hello, there," the tensai said, addressing the excited husky. "And who might you be? I never knew Ohtori-kun had this side to him," Fuji said as he grinned down at the puppy and winked at Shishido.
“The mutt belongs to me, idiot. Though Choutarou is rather fond on her too, say hello to Shuusuke, Fuse” Shishido replied as the dog tried to stick her nose into Fuji’s bags. Closing the door, the brunette gestured towards the sitting area. “So what the hell you been doing with yourself to look so pleased?” He asked he walked back to the sofa, Fuji seemed to have a different glow about him.
"Hello, Fuse," Fuji said, smiling at the husky puppy. He lifted his bag with a clucking sound, and looked around for a table. Finding one, Fuji unpacked the caramel frappucinos he'd picked up on the way here. "Thinking about these," he said with a smile. "I'm sure you want one."
Fat, he was going to get fat drinking stuff like that and not being able to exercise. Still he sat himself back down and picked up the other one, taking the lid off he scoped up the cream with his straw and sucked it off. Mmmm, sugar. “Well that doesn’t explain why I hardly hear or see you anymore,” he mock pouted. “You got a new drinking buddy didn’t you because I’m all broken.”
Sitting too, Fuji smiled, and wondered if the puppy would be alright if he let Fuse have some whipped cream. "Eiji and I don't go out drinking," Fuji said. "We've been ... getting to know each other again." They hadn't really gone much further than spending time together, and cuddling in bed, actually. But the more time Fuji spent with Eiji, the more at ease with his old friend he felt.
Shishido quirked an eyebrow, was this why he’d been acting so weird of late. “Eiji?” Shishido though for a moment the name was familiar…. “Ar! One half of Seigaku’s golden pair, who, if a recall right, me and Choutarou beat at the nationals.” He grinned. “Still, it’s cool to hear. Wish I was having as much luck with our old team….” But then he had been rather tied up lately.
Hearing Shishido mention the Nationals, Fuji laughed. "Don't say that in front of him," he smiled. "Eiji's coaching for Fudoumine, now. Tachibana's old school. Hyoutei alumni have been pretty busy, haven't they? One never sees them around anymore."
“You just had to mention that, didn’t you?” Shishido huffed. “I think the other regulars fell off the face of the planet, you would of thought Atobe would be easy to find, but noooo.” Letting Fuse jump up onto the couch he scratched her behind the ear and moving his frappucino out of the way. She might not see too well but there was nothing wrong with her nose. “Oh…, and I did take what you said on board…you know, at the hospital…”
Settling back against the arm of the couch, Fuji nodded. "Since you're living here now, I take it you talked with Ohtori? And ... your father?"
Shishido nodded even as he stabbed at the crushed ice with his star. “Yeah, we talked.” And he went quiet, withdrawing into his own thoughts, something he seemed to do a lot now. Fuse nuzzled at his leg making a strange noise in her throat and Shishido sighed. “He came to the hospital, you know. My fath…I never thought he would…. Choutarou made him leave.”
Fuji was silent for a moment, thinking about the words Shishido didn't say.
"What happened, Shishido?" Because after all, he hadn't given him permission to call him Ryou again.
Shishido hissed at the name narrowing his eyes. “I told you not to call me that.” He placed the drink back down on a coaster whipping the condensation off his hand and onto his trouser leg. “He wanted to give me the legal papers of my disownment, not to mention give me a farewell slapping.” Shishido added like he was reading a shopping list his eyes focusing on some point on the wall across from them.
Shishido had been disowned? Fuji's eyes opened, and he looked carefully at Shishido, who looked like he was finding a spot on the wall incredibly fascinating. After a few moments, Fuji managed to recover, and shrugged. "You're better off without him anyway, Ryou. If you ever need anything, you know how to contact me. I'm sure Rob-san will do anything he can to help, too. And Ohtori-kun as well."
“Rob doesn’t know anything yet, but…I guess your right.” Shishido replied not looking at Fuji, he swore he’d seen a spot somewhere on that wall earlier. “I just feels weird…I called Keisuke, Choutarou doesn’t know. He put the phone down on me.” He briefly wondered when his voice had become so lifeless. “Therapist will have a field day with me.” Shishido tried to laugh.
Fuji felt nothing but anger towards Shishido senior and Shishido's brother. It wasn't as if he flaunted what he was to his family, but perhaps they guessed, and they treated Fuji the same anyway. Then again, Fuji's parents were pretty much absentees. The photographer silently reached over to hug Shishido. Patting the other's back comfortingly, Fuji said, "You don't have to be strong all the time, Ryou. Choutarou's not here, and I won't judge. Vent if you want to." It would probably do the same thing expensive therapy would, at any rate, Fuji thought.
Shishido felt his muscles tense on reflex at the touch, more because he hadn’t seen it coming. “That’s just it, I don’t need to vent, I’m not angry and I don’t get it. It’s more like being hollow…numb. Maybe it’s the tablets that are making me so subdued.” He shrugged. “I should be angry, want answers…I’ve got no fight left.”
Fuji felt the tensing up, but stayed. Shishido needed to get used to human touch and stop tensing up, and Fuji was going to keep doing this until Shishido snapped or got used to it. He squeezed the other, and patted his back.
"Saa ... " Fuji said. "What does your all-knowing therapist say?"
“No idea, I have my first visit on Friday.” He wasn’t looking forward to it either, all he could think about was being asked those dumb questions you always saw in movies and TV dramas. Shishido had to wonder if he was too cynical to take it seriously and benefit from whatever happened. Still, he’d been carrying this around for ten years and it was already obvious he wasn’t going to bounce back like he did back then. It was time to talk, whether it was to Choutarou a therapist or both. “Maybe they’ll tell me I’m crazy and need committing.”
Light brown eyebrows raised on Fuji's face, but the tensai let the comment pass. He patted Shishido's back some more. "Saa. I don't think you are, but I don't have a piece of parchment to make my statement official. Maa, if you're crazy, you do a good job of hiding it."
Perhaps the therapist would help, though Fuji doubted it. They asked difficult questions, but Fuji had never met a therapist that did anything other than talk about serious questions and never give a straight answer. Everything was relative, and everything could be qualified.
Finally letting himself relax a little Shishido slumped over and let his head rest on Fuji’s shoulder while his hand continued to pet Fuse, he should be thankful she was such a fuss pot and loved the attention. “Maybe I hide it well because I don’t know I’m hiding it,” Shishido said managing a grin. “But regardless of all that I’ve still gotta pick myself up and keep going.” It seemed almost like and impossible task right now, but Shishido was sure if he could get back into an old routine things would straighten out.
Fuji grinned too at Shishido's statement, but he nodded. "You can do it, you've done it before," said the tensai, referring to Shishido's return to the Regulars. "You know all your friends will help any way we can, Ryou," Fuji said, one hand raising up to pat Shishido's head and nuzzling against it instinctively. Shishido was a friend and he needed support and comfort, so Fuji gave him that.
“Mmmm, I know,” Shishido murmured. “But I was a hell of a lot younger and a lot less jaded back then too.” It was nice just to let himself relax and lean on Fuji both mentally and physically right now. “I wish I could just stay in that spring and summer when I was fourteen, everything was so much less complicated and the world was right at your feet.” He frowned as he sent it, sentimental nonsense, but Shishido couldn’t deny that hiding in the past had been a solace of late.
Fuji laughed. "If you let _that_ stop you, I'd hate to see you when you're forty," he said impishly, and squeezed Shishido. He patted the other's back a bit, then tried not to think about the proximity, and gently disengaged the hug.
Leaning back against the opposite arm, Fuji shifted so that he was facing Shishido without having to turn. "I wish I was fifteen again, too. Junior high was fun. Everything was easier." He tried not to think about how good Shishido looked, even when depressed, and in a cast. Think of Eiji, think of Eiji ... Fuji closed his eyes, leaning back against the armrest, head tilted back as far as he could. Both Eiji and Shishido seemed to stand before Fuji in his mind; Eiji, devoted and considerate ... Shishido, sexy and vulnerable. Fuji made a soft sound of frustration, and shook his head. "Life was much less complicated then," he murmured softly.
It was only for a moment, though, before Fuji remembered that he was here to cheer Shishido up and be good cheerful company. Sitting up again, Fuji's smile was back in place. "Maa ... the world is supposed to be wide open for twenty-somethings like us, ne?"
“Rob once joked that by the time I reached thirty I’d be wearing brown cardigans, smoking a pipe and by pawing all over historical documents like it was better than sex,” Shishido said trying to lighten the mood and not show that Fuji’s sudden distance bothered him. Picking up the plastic cup he sucked at the icy coffee for a moment before looking across at the other. “If you could leave Japan and live anywhere, where would you go?”
Fuji laughed. The thought of Shishido in a brown cardigan and a pipe was very amusing, as was Shishido stroking parchment lovingly. A lump formed in his throat--he'd had those fingers on him before, and he knew how good they felt--and Fuji squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of Eiji's arms around him under the covers at night instead. Perhaps it would get easier with time and practice, to substitute Eiji for Shishido, but right now it was hard, and Fuji straightened up a little, instinctively. Think of something else, quick! And he grabbed at the topic Shishido offered up, gratefully.
"I like it in Tokyo, and the rest of Japan," Fuji said. "If I really must, though, I'd love to take a tour around the world. Maa ... I think it would be wonderful to travel throughout every country, making
my way leisurely. There would be so many things to see, so many pictures, so many stories to tell." He smiled a dreamy smile, lost in thought. "I should start saving, if I want to do that ... ne? But it would be so much fun ..."
Shishido just looked at him, Fuji was being odd again, seemingly distancing himself and being uncomfortable. “I’d ask you want was bugging you, Fuji. But you’d only say you were fine…” He also doubted his lame attempt at reverse psychology would work, Fuji was a slippery one. “I’d like to go and dig in Egypt or maybe Peru, ancient civilisations are so fascinating. I might even get the chance if I can make my name on this project.”
"That's wonderful," Fuji said, smiling. "If you do, let me know. I'd love to document history in the making."
He was about to say more when he glanced at his watch. "Maa ... I should go, I need to be in Shinjuku for a photo shoot," Fuji said, regretfully. He did ... but it was two hours away. Still, if he
stayed any longer, Fuji suspected Shishido might latch on to something Fuji didn't want him to. Patting Fuse on the head lightly, Fuji stood to go.
Shishido pouted up at him, he should have known. “That manager of yours is a slave driver, I’m gonna phone her and cancel all your appointments one day just so I can actually have some decent time with you.” It wasn’t fair and maybe he was being selfish, but between work and Eiji, he hardly saw Fuji anymore. Getting up himself he walked the ex-tensai to the door and opened it for him.
Fuji laughed. "Good luck," he said, grinning. "I've tried, but Reiko-san is ... obstinate. I need her though, so please don't scare her away permanently, ne?"
Walking up to where Shishido was holding the door, Fuji smiled, putting on his shoes. Standing up, he shifted his camera bag. Impulsively, Fuji wrapped his arms around the other, though he was careful not to hurt Shishido. "Take care of yourself, Ryou." The hug was brief, and Fuji slipped out the door. "I'll try and come again sometime soon," he said, smiling.
With a wave, Fuji turned and walked away. "Goodbye ..." he murmured softly as he walked. Now, to work, and to forget. Eiji would be waiting after the shoot ... and Fuji belonged to Eiji now.
Date : Wednesday 3rd May [BACKDATED] before this log
Rating :G
Summary : Fuji pays Shishido a visit
TV was boring, the net was boring, his work was boring and annoyingly difficult when his place was work was 300 miles away. Choutarou had gone out to do some food shopping and Fuse had fallen asleep next to him on her back and her mouth hanging open. It was cute for all of two seconds. It had only been a week since he got out of the hospital yet it felt like an eternity, Shishido didn’t honestly know how Choutarou put up with his moods.
Fuji checked the number on the door. He'd never been to Ohtori's apartment before, but this seemed like the right one. It would have been easier if Eiji had given him a ride, but Fuji didn't want to mention this to Eiji. The redhead was, Fuji suspected, still touchy about Shishido, and Fuji supposed it was a fair enough situation. Still, he'd promised himself to try. That meant, whatever happened, Shishido was a friend, perhaps a good friend, but nothing more.
Shifting the plastic bags in his hands, he knocked.
Fuse’s head and ears picked up the moment there was a knock on the door, Shishido frowned. Choutarou hadn’t been gone over fifteen minutes and why was he knocking? Letting his husky run up to door and sniff at it excitedly, Shishido was slower to get to his feet, today was one of those days his healing ribs were aching and he’d already taken the maximum dose of pain medication. “One sec!” He called out as he walked gingerly over.
Shishido took a moment to use the peep hole, he’d had more than one dream about his father turning up here… He opened the door with a grin, blocking Fuse with his leg. “Hurry up and get in before the dog gets out.”
A dog? But Fuji could hear the barking, and he smiled, squeezing in past Shishido, careful not to jostle the bags. "Why hello, there," the tensai said, addressing the excited husky. "And who might you be? I never knew Ohtori-kun had this side to him," Fuji said as he grinned down at the puppy and winked at Shishido.
“The mutt belongs to me, idiot. Though Choutarou is rather fond on her too, say hello to Shuusuke, Fuse” Shishido replied as the dog tried to stick her nose into Fuji’s bags. Closing the door, the brunette gestured towards the sitting area. “So what the hell you been doing with yourself to look so pleased?” He asked he walked back to the sofa, Fuji seemed to have a different glow about him.
"Hello, Fuse," Fuji said, smiling at the husky puppy. He lifted his bag with a clucking sound, and looked around for a table. Finding one, Fuji unpacked the caramel frappucinos he'd picked up on the way here. "Thinking about these," he said with a smile. "I'm sure you want one."
Fat, he was going to get fat drinking stuff like that and not being able to exercise. Still he sat himself back down and picked up the other one, taking the lid off he scoped up the cream with his straw and sucked it off. Mmmm, sugar. “Well that doesn’t explain why I hardly hear or see you anymore,” he mock pouted. “You got a new drinking buddy didn’t you because I’m all broken.”
Sitting too, Fuji smiled, and wondered if the puppy would be alright if he let Fuse have some whipped cream. "Eiji and I don't go out drinking," Fuji said. "We've been ... getting to know each other again." They hadn't really gone much further than spending time together, and cuddling in bed, actually. But the more time Fuji spent with Eiji, the more at ease with his old friend he felt.
Shishido quirked an eyebrow, was this why he’d been acting so weird of late. “Eiji?” Shishido though for a moment the name was familiar…. “Ar! One half of Seigaku’s golden pair, who, if a recall right, me and Choutarou beat at the nationals.” He grinned. “Still, it’s cool to hear. Wish I was having as much luck with our old team….” But then he had been rather tied up lately.
Hearing Shishido mention the Nationals, Fuji laughed. "Don't say that in front of him," he smiled. "Eiji's coaching for Fudoumine, now. Tachibana's old school. Hyoutei alumni have been pretty busy, haven't they? One never sees them around anymore."
“You just had to mention that, didn’t you?” Shishido huffed. “I think the other regulars fell off the face of the planet, you would of thought Atobe would be easy to find, but noooo.” Letting Fuse jump up onto the couch he scratched her behind the ear and moving his frappucino out of the way. She might not see too well but there was nothing wrong with her nose. “Oh…, and I did take what you said on board…you know, at the hospital…”
Settling back against the arm of the couch, Fuji nodded. "Since you're living here now, I take it you talked with Ohtori? And ... your father?"
Shishido nodded even as he stabbed at the crushed ice with his star. “Yeah, we talked.” And he went quiet, withdrawing into his own thoughts, something he seemed to do a lot now. Fuse nuzzled at his leg making a strange noise in her throat and Shishido sighed. “He came to the hospital, you know. My fath…I never thought he would…. Choutarou made him leave.”
Fuji was silent for a moment, thinking about the words Shishido didn't say.
"What happened, Shishido?" Because after all, he hadn't given him permission to call him Ryou again.
Shishido hissed at the name narrowing his eyes. “I told you not to call me that.” He placed the drink back down on a coaster whipping the condensation off his hand and onto his trouser leg. “He wanted to give me the legal papers of my disownment, not to mention give me a farewell slapping.” Shishido added like he was reading a shopping list his eyes focusing on some point on the wall across from them.
Shishido had been disowned? Fuji's eyes opened, and he looked carefully at Shishido, who looked like he was finding a spot on the wall incredibly fascinating. After a few moments, Fuji managed to recover, and shrugged. "You're better off without him anyway, Ryou. If you ever need anything, you know how to contact me. I'm sure Rob-san will do anything he can to help, too. And Ohtori-kun as well."
“Rob doesn’t know anything yet, but…I guess your right.” Shishido replied not looking at Fuji, he swore he’d seen a spot somewhere on that wall earlier. “I just feels weird…I called Keisuke, Choutarou doesn’t know. He put the phone down on me.” He briefly wondered when his voice had become so lifeless. “Therapist will have a field day with me.” Shishido tried to laugh.
Fuji felt nothing but anger towards Shishido senior and Shishido's brother. It wasn't as if he flaunted what he was to his family, but perhaps they guessed, and they treated Fuji the same anyway. Then again, Fuji's parents were pretty much absentees. The photographer silently reached over to hug Shishido. Patting the other's back comfortingly, Fuji said, "You don't have to be strong all the time, Ryou. Choutarou's not here, and I won't judge. Vent if you want to." It would probably do the same thing expensive therapy would, at any rate, Fuji thought.
Shishido felt his muscles tense on reflex at the touch, more because he hadn’t seen it coming. “That’s just it, I don’t need to vent, I’m not angry and I don’t get it. It’s more like being hollow…numb. Maybe it’s the tablets that are making me so subdued.” He shrugged. “I should be angry, want answers…I’ve got no fight left.”
Fuji felt the tensing up, but stayed. Shishido needed to get used to human touch and stop tensing up, and Fuji was going to keep doing this until Shishido snapped or got used to it. He squeezed the other, and patted his back.
"Saa ... " Fuji said. "What does your all-knowing therapist say?"
“No idea, I have my first visit on Friday.” He wasn’t looking forward to it either, all he could think about was being asked those dumb questions you always saw in movies and TV dramas. Shishido had to wonder if he was too cynical to take it seriously and benefit from whatever happened. Still, he’d been carrying this around for ten years and it was already obvious he wasn’t going to bounce back like he did back then. It was time to talk, whether it was to Choutarou a therapist or both. “Maybe they’ll tell me I’m crazy and need committing.”
Light brown eyebrows raised on Fuji's face, but the tensai let the comment pass. He patted Shishido's back some more. "Saa. I don't think you are, but I don't have a piece of parchment to make my statement official. Maa, if you're crazy, you do a good job of hiding it."
Perhaps the therapist would help, though Fuji doubted it. They asked difficult questions, but Fuji had never met a therapist that did anything other than talk about serious questions and never give a straight answer. Everything was relative, and everything could be qualified.
Finally letting himself relax a little Shishido slumped over and let his head rest on Fuji’s shoulder while his hand continued to pet Fuse, he should be thankful she was such a fuss pot and loved the attention. “Maybe I hide it well because I don’t know I’m hiding it,” Shishido said managing a grin. “But regardless of all that I’ve still gotta pick myself up and keep going.” It seemed almost like and impossible task right now, but Shishido was sure if he could get back into an old routine things would straighten out.
Fuji grinned too at Shishido's statement, but he nodded. "You can do it, you've done it before," said the tensai, referring to Shishido's return to the Regulars. "You know all your friends will help any way we can, Ryou," Fuji said, one hand raising up to pat Shishido's head and nuzzling against it instinctively. Shishido was a friend and he needed support and comfort, so Fuji gave him that.
“Mmmm, I know,” Shishido murmured. “But I was a hell of a lot younger and a lot less jaded back then too.” It was nice just to let himself relax and lean on Fuji both mentally and physically right now. “I wish I could just stay in that spring and summer when I was fourteen, everything was so much less complicated and the world was right at your feet.” He frowned as he sent it, sentimental nonsense, but Shishido couldn’t deny that hiding in the past had been a solace of late.
Fuji laughed. "If you let _that_ stop you, I'd hate to see you when you're forty," he said impishly, and squeezed Shishido. He patted the other's back a bit, then tried not to think about the proximity, and gently disengaged the hug.
Leaning back against the opposite arm, Fuji shifted so that he was facing Shishido without having to turn. "I wish I was fifteen again, too. Junior high was fun. Everything was easier." He tried not to think about how good Shishido looked, even when depressed, and in a cast. Think of Eiji, think of Eiji ... Fuji closed his eyes, leaning back against the armrest, head tilted back as far as he could. Both Eiji and Shishido seemed to stand before Fuji in his mind; Eiji, devoted and considerate ... Shishido, sexy and vulnerable. Fuji made a soft sound of frustration, and shook his head. "Life was much less complicated then," he murmured softly.
It was only for a moment, though, before Fuji remembered that he was here to cheer Shishido up and be good cheerful company. Sitting up again, Fuji's smile was back in place. "Maa ... the world is supposed to be wide open for twenty-somethings like us, ne?"
“Rob once joked that by the time I reached thirty I’d be wearing brown cardigans, smoking a pipe and by pawing all over historical documents like it was better than sex,” Shishido said trying to lighten the mood and not show that Fuji’s sudden distance bothered him. Picking up the plastic cup he sucked at the icy coffee for a moment before looking across at the other. “If you could leave Japan and live anywhere, where would you go?”
Fuji laughed. The thought of Shishido in a brown cardigan and a pipe was very amusing, as was Shishido stroking parchment lovingly. A lump formed in his throat--he'd had those fingers on him before, and he knew how good they felt--and Fuji squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of Eiji's arms around him under the covers at night instead. Perhaps it would get easier with time and practice, to substitute Eiji for Shishido, but right now it was hard, and Fuji straightened up a little, instinctively. Think of something else, quick! And he grabbed at the topic Shishido offered up, gratefully.
"I like it in Tokyo, and the rest of Japan," Fuji said. "If I really must, though, I'd love to take a tour around the world. Maa ... I think it would be wonderful to travel throughout every country, making
my way leisurely. There would be so many things to see, so many pictures, so many stories to tell." He smiled a dreamy smile, lost in thought. "I should start saving, if I want to do that ... ne? But it would be so much fun ..."
Shishido just looked at him, Fuji was being odd again, seemingly distancing himself and being uncomfortable. “I’d ask you want was bugging you, Fuji. But you’d only say you were fine…” He also doubted his lame attempt at reverse psychology would work, Fuji was a slippery one. “I’d like to go and dig in Egypt or maybe Peru, ancient civilisations are so fascinating. I might even get the chance if I can make my name on this project.”
"That's wonderful," Fuji said, smiling. "If you do, let me know. I'd love to document history in the making."
He was about to say more when he glanced at his watch. "Maa ... I should go, I need to be in Shinjuku for a photo shoot," Fuji said, regretfully. He did ... but it was two hours away. Still, if he
stayed any longer, Fuji suspected Shishido might latch on to something Fuji didn't want him to. Patting Fuse on the head lightly, Fuji stood to go.
Shishido pouted up at him, he should have known. “That manager of yours is a slave driver, I’m gonna phone her and cancel all your appointments one day just so I can actually have some decent time with you.” It wasn’t fair and maybe he was being selfish, but between work and Eiji, he hardly saw Fuji anymore. Getting up himself he walked the ex-tensai to the door and opened it for him.
Fuji laughed. "Good luck," he said, grinning. "I've tried, but Reiko-san is ... obstinate. I need her though, so please don't scare her away permanently, ne?"
Walking up to where Shishido was holding the door, Fuji smiled, putting on his shoes. Standing up, he shifted his camera bag. Impulsively, Fuji wrapped his arms around the other, though he was careful not to hurt Shishido. "Take care of yourself, Ryou." The hug was brief, and Fuji slipped out the door. "I'll try and come again sometime soon," he said, smiling.
With a wave, Fuji turned and walked away. "Goodbye ..." he murmured softly as he walked. Now, to work, and to forget. Eiji would be waiting after the shoot ... and Fuji belonged to Eiji now.