Solo log: Kajimoto & Chang Jun Ho [NPC]
Date: 2 days after Kajimoto & Kamio's Iran mission
Rating: G Tiny degree of angst which can be ignored
Summary: [From NPC's POV] Kajimoto's current handler is retiring and he doesn't know what to think about it.
Rough and tussled up in a couple of minutes but~ enjoy~ ♥
Shoulders slouched and a leg rose to rest on the table top as blue-grey eyes stared at the man seated opposite him. A dark brow rose, refusing to crease into a frown and fingers tightened almost indiscernibly about a half-burnt cigarette.
"What?"
In response, the older man sighed, chewing on the end of his own unlit cancer stick as he studied the co-worker he often regarded as his charge. Disguised cleverly with a wig and coloured contacts, the subtle changing of clothing sense and behaviour was more than enough to throw anyone off their tracks. Of course, the brunette was not among the more paranoid people when it came down to such things.
Would Kajimoto understand? To most, the amethyst-eyed spy was about as incomprehensible as the meaning of life. Jun Ho couldn't claim to know him inside out, but it was an undisputed fact that he knew the other more than most. Despite the constant changing of attitudes and mannerisms, which the journalist claimed kept the others on their toes, there were certain aspects of himself Kajimoto that could not hide from those around him for too long.
It was why he never stayed in one place for too long.
Behind the facade of cheerful flirtatiousness or politeness, the boy harboured feelings he had no intention of acknowledging. The pent up frustration, anger and hurt he kept bottled up inside would prove to be fatal one day should he not deal with them in an appropriate manner.
But it was not in his place to tell him so.
Kajimoto was good at what he did, which was why he had survived this long in their line of work. He had the charisma, the intelligence and the wit to keep himself on the top of things and away from people relationships. It kept his life uncluttered and free from burdens but it had made him a lonely and unhappy person.
"I'm retiring," the field agent repeated his earlier sentence, unwilling to voice his concern for the spy as one of the reasons he had hesitated for so long. "Not just from assignments but from the agency itself."
"The wires?"
"I'll still be there," was the only affirmation he could give. The short question caused an odd flutter of amusement that mingled freely with the clenching regret that had settled itself in Jun Ho's chest. To see the emotion in Kajimoto's eyes surging violently before disappearing completely behind a veil hurt, but to a certain degree it was definitely necessary. After today, theirs would be a relationship of Journalist and Editor instead of Spy and Handler.
It could not be helped.
He had a wife and two kids and things had come to the point where he could no longer complete his missions without the incessant feeling of worry for the consequences that would occur if he were to be injured... or killed.
"I'll see you around then, Mr. Chang," a friendly smile graced full lips as Kajimoto dropped his still-burning cigarette into the ash tray and stood. Inclining his head in a brief bow, the amethyst-eyed man turned and left his now ex-handler to his own thoughts, shoving his own to the back of his mind.
Chang Jun Ho could only shake his head as he watched Kajimoto Takahisa leave. "The Schizo" would be fine on his own and in the 'care' of another handler.
A man could hope.
Rating: G Tiny degree of angst which can be ignored
Summary: [From NPC's POV] Kajimoto's current handler is retiring and he doesn't know what to think about it.
Rough and tussled up in a couple of minutes but~ enjoy~ ♥
Shoulders slouched and a leg rose to rest on the table top as blue-grey eyes stared at the man seated opposite him. A dark brow rose, refusing to crease into a frown and fingers tightened almost indiscernibly about a half-burnt cigarette.
"What?"
In response, the older man sighed, chewing on the end of his own unlit cancer stick as he studied the co-worker he often regarded as his charge. Disguised cleverly with a wig and coloured contacts, the subtle changing of clothing sense and behaviour was more than enough to throw anyone off their tracks. Of course, the brunette was not among the more paranoid people when it came down to such things.
Would Kajimoto understand? To most, the amethyst-eyed spy was about as incomprehensible as the meaning of life. Jun Ho couldn't claim to know him inside out, but it was an undisputed fact that he knew the other more than most. Despite the constant changing of attitudes and mannerisms, which the journalist claimed kept the others on their toes, there were certain aspects of himself Kajimoto that could not hide from those around him for too long.
It was why he never stayed in one place for too long.
Behind the facade of cheerful flirtatiousness or politeness, the boy harboured feelings he had no intention of acknowledging. The pent up frustration, anger and hurt he kept bottled up inside would prove to be fatal one day should he not deal with them in an appropriate manner.
But it was not in his place to tell him so.
Kajimoto was good at what he did, which was why he had survived this long in their line of work. He had the charisma, the intelligence and the wit to keep himself on the top of things and away from people relationships. It kept his life uncluttered and free from burdens but it had made him a lonely and unhappy person.
"I'm retiring," the field agent repeated his earlier sentence, unwilling to voice his concern for the spy as one of the reasons he had hesitated for so long. "Not just from assignments but from the agency itself."
"The wires?"
"I'll still be there," was the only affirmation he could give. The short question caused an odd flutter of amusement that mingled freely with the clenching regret that had settled itself in Jun Ho's chest. To see the emotion in Kajimoto's eyes surging violently before disappearing completely behind a veil hurt, but to a certain degree it was definitely necessary. After today, theirs would be a relationship of Journalist and Editor instead of Spy and Handler.
It could not be helped.
He had a wife and two kids and things had come to the point where he could no longer complete his missions without the incessant feeling of worry for the consequences that would occur if he were to be injured... or killed.
"I'll see you around then, Mr. Chang," a friendly smile graced full lips as Kajimoto dropped his still-burning cigarette into the ash tray and stood. Inclining his head in a brief bow, the amethyst-eyed man turned and left his now ex-handler to his own thoughts, shoving his own to the back of his mind.
Chang Jun Ho could only shake his head as he watched Kajimoto Takahisa leave. "The Schizo" would be fine on his own and in the 'care' of another handler.
A man could hope.