Seeking Discipline [Kushiel verse: Fuji, Tezuka, February 07 Drabble]
To Em; February prompt number 8
Tezuka/Fuji - “Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.” Kushiel!verse
I am putting two of the same universes back to back. But oh well. ;)
With Fuji around and plots in motion Tezuka has to keep his composure. 548 Words.
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"People are so predictable," Fuji says. His sigh is a mixture of contentment and frustration. He stretches across the chaise lounge, curling his arm back as though to reach up for the plant hanging from a stand, and his shirt rides up a little. Tezuka tries to keept his eyes averted, though he knows there is untouched bare skin to look at.
"Thank you for your help," Fuji says with a smirk, turning his eyes on Tezuka where he sits. Though this is his household and he is not a servant, something in Fuji's gaze sets his legs trembling and the ache inside whispers desperately to be allowed to sink to the floor on his knees. He wishes for the safety of downturned eyes.
"You knew his ambitions were wrong, and so you felt obligated to reveal his deception." Fuji says. "How lucky we all are that you just happened to come across those documents. No need to question what you were doing in his private room; I'm sure someone just gave you inaccurate directions, you were intending to visit the toilet truly, perhaps. It happens when one is not completely familiar with the layout of another's household."
Tezuka bites the inside of his cheek to keep from gritting his teeth. He does duck his head down this time, to escape a blush, or a snarl.
"I hear you were perfect at the trial; not a flinch, no fidgeting. As one would expect from someone so adeptly trained. Reciting words with perfect infliction; perhaps only your testimony was all it took to convince them of his guilt. I would not presume to judge; I was not there, you know."
Tezuka attempts to splay his fingers out until his muscles strain and protest against him. If he balls his hands into fists, he will be laughed at. He is not sure how much longer he can keep up this farce; knowing Fuji was the one to orchestrate the whole thing, the voice in the ear that never whispered the words of betrayal but without a doubt planted the seed. The innocent voice that pushed the duty of his country onto Tezuka's shoulders and left Fuji seemingly unrelated to the issue at all. How unfortunate, they say to him at parties, that all this time you trusted him and he was plotting behind all of our backs!
And Fuji simply stands serenely, bowing his head as though the wool truly had been pulled over his eyes. And Tezuka walks away, and Fuji smiles at his back.
Tezuka's grandfather enters the room and the silence is dissolved in simple gestures.
"Tezuka-san," Fuji smiles prettily, swinging his legs off the seat to sit upright. Tezuka's grandfather nods, smiles at him, makes some empty comment about the 'unfortunate situation'.
"I have things to do, excuse me." Tezuka says, standing up and exiting before there can be any protests. For almost half an hour they had sat there waiting for his grandfather, and though Fuji spoke not a word, Tezuka could hear every single unnecessary one echoing about his head.
His paces increases just as he reaches the door, desperate to touch the handle and feel his freedom. He shudders as he touches it, knowing that again, Fuji has taken the victory point.
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Tezuka/Fuji - “Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.” Kushiel!verse
I am putting two of the same universes back to back. But oh well. ;)
With Fuji around and plots in motion Tezuka has to keep his composure. 548 Words.
-
"People are so predictable," Fuji says. His sigh is a mixture of contentment and frustration. He stretches across the chaise lounge, curling his arm back as though to reach up for the plant hanging from a stand, and his shirt rides up a little. Tezuka tries to keept his eyes averted, though he knows there is untouched bare skin to look at.
"Thank you for your help," Fuji says with a smirk, turning his eyes on Tezuka where he sits. Though this is his household and he is not a servant, something in Fuji's gaze sets his legs trembling and the ache inside whispers desperately to be allowed to sink to the floor on his knees. He wishes for the safety of downturned eyes.
"You knew his ambitions were wrong, and so you felt obligated to reveal his deception." Fuji says. "How lucky we all are that you just happened to come across those documents. No need to question what you were doing in his private room; I'm sure someone just gave you inaccurate directions, you were intending to visit the toilet truly, perhaps. It happens when one is not completely familiar with the layout of another's household."
Tezuka bites the inside of his cheek to keep from gritting his teeth. He does duck his head down this time, to escape a blush, or a snarl.
"I hear you were perfect at the trial; not a flinch, no fidgeting. As one would expect from someone so adeptly trained. Reciting words with perfect infliction; perhaps only your testimony was all it took to convince them of his guilt. I would not presume to judge; I was not there, you know."
Tezuka attempts to splay his fingers out until his muscles strain and protest against him. If he balls his hands into fists, he will be laughed at. He is not sure how much longer he can keep up this farce; knowing Fuji was the one to orchestrate the whole thing, the voice in the ear that never whispered the words of betrayal but without a doubt planted the seed. The innocent voice that pushed the duty of his country onto Tezuka's shoulders and left Fuji seemingly unrelated to the issue at all. How unfortunate, they say to him at parties, that all this time you trusted him and he was plotting behind all of our backs!
And Fuji simply stands serenely, bowing his head as though the wool truly had been pulled over his eyes. And Tezuka walks away, and Fuji smiles at his back.
Tezuka's grandfather enters the room and the silence is dissolved in simple gestures.
"Tezuka-san," Fuji smiles prettily, swinging his legs off the seat to sit upright. Tezuka's grandfather nods, smiles at him, makes some empty comment about the 'unfortunate situation'.
"I have things to do, excuse me." Tezuka says, standing up and exiting before there can be any protests. For almost half an hour they had sat there waiting for his grandfather, and though Fuji spoke not a word, Tezuka could hear every single unnecessary one echoing about his head.
His paces increases just as he reaches the door, desperate to touch the handle and feel his freedom. He shudders as he touches it, knowing that again, Fuji has taken the victory point.
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