893// Giving Cake
Title: Giving Cake
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Inui
Rating: PG
Notes: I. definitely can't write Fuji. Or Inui. orz; Oh well. 8Db
Fuji was standing in the doorway of his laboratory.
Well, Inui thought to himself. This was interesting, because Fuji rarely sought him out. Seeking him out meant that either Fuji needed data that was unaccessible to the Seishun genius, or that Fuji wanted to bait him with the query. Fuji never gave up information without an ulterior motive; if he recorded Tezuka's data for it being of the best, he watched Fuji for the hunt of trying to get that which was forbidden. "Fuji. To what do I owe this pleasure?" It was hard to keep his curiosity from leaking into his tone.
"I can't visit for the sake of visiting?" Rote conversation - next, Inui would say, Ah, but-
"Ah, but I know you, Fuji."
Fuji could see Inui mentally reciting his next words even before he opened his mouth, wondered amusedly what the percentage was that Inui thought he'd change lines. "Mada mada, Inui." He stuck with the usual, anyway, because there was some pleasure at jabbing at the youngest member of the Seishun force. "How has your research been?"
"Crime rates have been normal. Rikkai and Hyoutei have been cooperative lately, but that's not surprising. With that Yukimura in power," and Renji by his side, "and his personality, that is, after all, the most likely move."
Fuji's smile widened, just a little. "And your other research?"
"I'll have your supply sent to you the usual way."
"That's good. After all, the hungry must be fed."
Inui snorted at the words. Hunger indeed - he supposed it was an apt way to describe a drug addict. It was just a little side industry of theirs, and one they ran under the nose of Tezuka at that. Their captain was certainly the symbol of justice his position in the police force represented, but they were a little looser in their morality. In any case, the extra income helped support his more outlandish interests. Someday, for sure, he would make the ultimate health drink. But for now...
"There's a ninety-two percent chance you didn't come here just to verify your shipment." Fuji found it amusing how Inui's glasses always seemed to glint at just the right moment. "Well?"
"I wonder..." Inui simply waited for him to continue, and so he beamed and asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Do you have any information on Rikkai?"
That elicited a raised eyebrow from the scientist. "What kind of information?"
Fuji shrugged. "Well, who knows? Maybe a little about the Big Three, maybe a little about Kirihara Akaya-"
"Kirihara? The newcomer?" Fuji noted with not a little annoyance that Inui had moved to scribble in that black notebook the scientist was so fond of, though he didn't let it show on his face. "Aa, good data, this. You're interested in him?" Without waiting for Fuji's response, Inui sifted through pages with a speed that bespoke of long use. "He was officially inducted into Rikkai three months ago, though it seems he caught Yukimura's interest in the Underground Matches. He managed to win against the younger Hiyoshi son."
There was a brief silence as Fuji considered the information, and then- "How is he with guns? No, don't give me statistics; compare him with Echizen."
Inui refrained from pointing out that he would rather not compare Kirihara with Echizen. "Likely on par, though I'd need more inf-"
"You'll remember to send the supplies?"
A startle, and then recovery. "Of course." And so Fuji left the premises.
Inui watched Fuji's retreating back before returning to his earlier research. There had been an escalation in the number of escapades of Momoneko lately...
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Inui
Rating: PG
Notes: I. definitely can't write Fuji. Or Inui. orz; Oh well. 8Db
Fuji was standing in the doorway of his laboratory.
Well, Inui thought to himself. This was interesting, because Fuji rarely sought him out. Seeking him out meant that either Fuji needed data that was unaccessible to the Seishun genius, or that Fuji wanted to bait him with the query. Fuji never gave up information without an ulterior motive; if he recorded Tezuka's data for it being of the best, he watched Fuji for the hunt of trying to get that which was forbidden. "Fuji. To what do I owe this pleasure?" It was hard to keep his curiosity from leaking into his tone.
"I can't visit for the sake of visiting?" Rote conversation - next, Inui would say, Ah, but-
"Ah, but I know you, Fuji."
Fuji could see Inui mentally reciting his next words even before he opened his mouth, wondered amusedly what the percentage was that Inui thought he'd change lines. "Mada mada, Inui." He stuck with the usual, anyway, because there was some pleasure at jabbing at the youngest member of the Seishun force. "How has your research been?"
"Crime rates have been normal. Rikkai and Hyoutei have been cooperative lately, but that's not surprising. With that Yukimura in power," and Renji by his side, "and his personality, that is, after all, the most likely move."
Fuji's smile widened, just a little. "And your other research?"
"I'll have your supply sent to you the usual way."
"That's good. After all, the hungry must be fed."
Inui snorted at the words. Hunger indeed - he supposed it was an apt way to describe a drug addict. It was just a little side industry of theirs, and one they ran under the nose of Tezuka at that. Their captain was certainly the symbol of justice his position in the police force represented, but they were a little looser in their morality. In any case, the extra income helped support his more outlandish interests. Someday, for sure, he would make the ultimate health drink. But for now...
"There's a ninety-two percent chance you didn't come here just to verify your shipment." Fuji found it amusing how Inui's glasses always seemed to glint at just the right moment. "Well?"
"I wonder..." Inui simply waited for him to continue, and so he beamed and asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Do you have any information on Rikkai?"
That elicited a raised eyebrow from the scientist. "What kind of information?"
Fuji shrugged. "Well, who knows? Maybe a little about the Big Three, maybe a little about Kirihara Akaya-"
"Kirihara? The newcomer?" Fuji noted with not a little annoyance that Inui had moved to scribble in that black notebook the scientist was so fond of, though he didn't let it show on his face. "Aa, good data, this. You're interested in him?" Without waiting for Fuji's response, Inui sifted through pages with a speed that bespoke of long use. "He was officially inducted into Rikkai three months ago, though it seems he caught Yukimura's interest in the Underground Matches. He managed to win against the younger Hiyoshi son."
There was a brief silence as Fuji considered the information, and then- "How is he with guns? No, don't give me statistics; compare him with Echizen."
Inui refrained from pointing out that he would rather not compare Kirihara with Echizen. "Likely on par, though I'd need more inf-"
"You'll remember to send the supplies?"
A startle, and then recovery. "Of course." And so Fuji left the premises.
Inui watched Fuji's retreating back before returning to his earlier research. There had been an escalation in the number of escapades of Momoneko lately...