RP log: Fuji and Ohtori
Date: Sometime around 28th and 29th of May (WAY backdated)
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji meets Ohtori in the Meiji Jingu shrine, and there is careful play of words.
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Ohtori returned the smile of the lady who passed him the ema and made his way towards where it was to be hung. Allowing a few children use the marker pen before him, Ohtori took the chance to enjoy the serenity of the shrine. No matter that the shrine was in the middle of Harajuku, or that the influx of visitors never ceased even during the off-peak periods - it always preserved the natural peace. The Inari shrines that Ohtori preferred to frequent were never like this, and Ohtori always returned to the Meiji Jingu Shrine at least once every two months to pray.
Penning his prayer down in neat hand-writing, Ohtori bowed his head slightly - out of habit - before hanging the ema up on the hooks provided. Taking a step back, he turned to face the divine tree which was donned with the omikuji of the shrine's visitors. He had already completed his prayers, and exited via the Minami Shinmon. He had a good half hour left to spare before he had to leave the shrine. Even though that was hardly enough for him to make a tour of the gardens, a good walk was not out of the question. Opting for a slow walk through the inner precinct of the shrine, Ohtori took his time to enjoy the scenery before he got cooped up in the four walls, ceiling and floor of his office. The best thing about Meiji Jingu Shrine was that it was never congested, and a solitary, quiet stroll could be accomplished easily.
Fuji wasn't a workaholic; such title was better deserved hanging over someone else's head, like that of a certain director. He just had too many jobs that he needed to spend time on. The spy checked his phone, no new messages. He then checked his other phone and was pleasantly surprised that no one was going to summon a search party for him anytime soon. With his businesses finally in order, at least for the next few hours. The eldest son of the Fuji family was determined to have the break he felt he deserved.
Looking up, Fuji found himself in front of a great shrine, the Meiji Jingu Shrine. He never been there before, although he always heard the scenery was breathtaking. His interest peaked; the spy decided that he could use a nice relaxing walk, until the target showed her face at least.
From where he stood, he could easily see the gigantic cypress Otorii and the crowd streaming in through it. Ohtori knew it shouldn't surprise him, but he never failed to appreciate the fact that, despite the amazingly fast-paced industrialization and modernization that Japan went through in the past one and a half century, his countrymen never failed to return to their cultural roots.
Enjoying the chance to stretch his legs, Ohtori wished he had a camera with him. He was never the one for photography, even though he did own a few Canon cameras (his friend, a Nikon user, had waved a D-70s in his face and muttered, "traitor".), but he did appreciate the value and usefulness of cameras. Just then, however, he was feeling rather 'tourist-y', having felt the sudden urge to bring a photographic memento of the visit. As foolish as it might sound, considering the proximity of the workplace to the shrine, Ohtori never saw appreciation as a weakness.
Just as well then, that Ohtori spotted a young man (who wasn't a tourist!) who had a camera with him.
The scenery was more beautiful than he had expected, the man felt at ease, forgetting the stress and burdens of the everyday life for the very moment. In fact, Fuji can almost felt the tension leaving his body, turning their tails and hide in awe of the creation that nature itself had presented before him. His smiled genuinely, something he surprisingly did very rarely.
Almost without thinking, he took out the camera that was never far from his side and recorded down scenes of the leaves swirling in the gentle wind, of the chirping birds hidden among the full branches, and of the joy and peace that cannot be described in any spoken languages.
Ohtori wondered if the man was a photographer by profession, considering how he handled his camera with ease. Then again, it was Japan, and even amateur photographers were extremely competent with their equipment. Regardless, It wasn't his business what the man's job was. He did notice, however, that the man was alone, like Ohtori himself. Every one else along the path was either together with someone else or in a tour group....it sort of reminded Ohtori of Ueno park.
Feeling the vibrations of his hand-phone, Ohtori quickly drew it out of his pocket and checked the message, wondering if it had to do with work. Seeing that his sister's name was listed under 'sender', he smiled. 'Are you coming home this weekend? We're going to Hokkaido next week! o(^__^)o' Ohtori almost laughed, a trip to Hokkaido sounded extremely good at the moment.
Satisfied with that he had managed to capture with his camera, Fuji stood back up and dusted his knees. He secretly wondered why he didn't come here sooner, oh right, spying and related activates tend to take up a lot of time. He continued to walk down the trail, his eyes taking in everything within his area of sight. Which included a fair-haired man standing nearby. At the sight of the man, Fuji's mind sent out an alarm.
As he texted his reply back to his sister, Ohtori felt eyes trained on him. His conditioned reflex prevented him from jerking his head up, which might have risked warning whoever it was. Instead, he calmly slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked up slowly. He might have been over-reacting, but after four years on the field watching people who might have been watching him watch people, he knew better than to just let it go.
Faking a look up at the sky, Ohtori took the opportunity to scan his surroundings. Most of the people around him were children and young adults who looked to absorbed in either other to even notice him. Glancing around inconspicuously, his eyes finally settled on the photographer. There was something distinctly curious about the man that he couldn't put his finger on.
The man looked familiar, but his name was slipping Fuji's mind at the moment. The Americans usually keep a record of known Japanese agents, and although they often had trouble updating the database with the new recruits, they did have some of the older agents. It didn't have all the information one would want, but they had least had the most basic of intelligences.
The spy caught the slight tensing of muscles, the man was aware of him, or at least his attention. Quickly he picked up his camera and pretended to train it's sight on something slightly farther down the other man's direction. When he put the gadget down, he caught the other's eyes on him. Deciding that they had enough of this tiptoeing dance, he smiled widely and warmly at the fair-haired man.
"Nice day isn't it?" He asked courteously.
Courteously? Ohtori could play 'polite' like a master flutist if he had to. "Yes, very pleasant weather," he smiled in return, moving closer to the other man. "Especially for this time of the year." Ohtori definitely felt uncomfortable around the man. It was rare that someone would speak to him over something as mundane as the weather.
Considering the way that the man had been looking at him just before, the man seemed to know something about Ohtori. That was worrying, since Ohtori had never seen the man in his life. The whole thing was just too suspicious for him, though he did not let it show, continuing to preserve the smile on his face.
Fuji hadn't spent years in the spy field for nothing. He knew that the man did not like him at that point, which is rare, but it's happened before. Sometimes people just don't click the right way. He stayed where he way and as he turned to face the other man, adopted a non-threatening but highly defensive stance, a trick his mentors taught him, not that he actually think the other would try anything in the public with so many children around.
"Hopefully it'll stay this way." The spy continued his friendly smile. "This is my first time here, it would be nice if I don't have to get drenched."
First time in the Meiji Jingu shrine? Ohtori hadn't known that there were people who had never been to the Meiji Jingu shrine. Unless of course the person was from Kyushu or Hokkaido, he wouldn't put it past certain people to live out their lives avoiding even taking a step into Tokyo. But the man was speaking in Tokyo standard rather comfortably, which indicated that he was at least familiar with the region. Ohtori did not let the frown that was growing appear.
"That would be a pity. The Meiji Jingu is many times lovelier in good weather," he murmured, and it was not a lie. There were certain places that looked better in wet weather, but the Meiji Jingu was not one of them. Besides, the camera would get wet. "If this is your first time at the shrine," he continued, "I suggest you take a look at the gardens. They are most beautiful, especially since the flowers have bloomed."
"Really?" Fuji's smile widened and it shined brilliantly. "Can you show me where it is?"
Ohtori saw no harm in doing so. He wasn't particularly short of time and, more importantly, the gardens and the route there were always full of people taking walks. He would not be in any danger of an 'incident' occurring along the way. "Certainly. It's not very far off from here." Taking the lead, but ensuring that his entire back was not exposed to the man, Ohtori took the shortest route he knew to the gardens, always remaining somewhat to the left of the man.
Fuji, aware of the defensive stance his companion, fall in stride with him. He didn't try to be too friendly with the man, doing so will only make the other man dislike him even more. He, however, had no shortage of smiles to be spared, and sometimes he would even ask the other to stop so he can get a picture that he wanted or to talk to the children a bit.
Everytime the other man asked that he stop so that he could take a photograph, Ohtori waited patiently. At least he knew that the man was serious about his photography, his careful composition of the photographs, evidence. Even though the other man was constantly smiling, there was something about the ease with which the man smiled that unsettled Ohtori greatly. Humans, men especially, were not made to smile in that way all the time.
It seemed practiced, calculated and entirely too happy to be totally real.
It didn't bother Fuji too much that the other had such hidden dislike of him. Nor does it matter too greatly, as long as the man keep that dislike to himself if they ever end up working together, but as things go, the spy would rather not have enemies if possible.
He kept the pace at a leisurely stroll; there was no point in hurrying if he didn't even know when their trap would be triggered over at the HQ.
As they neared the entrance to the gardens, Ohtori stopped and pointed. "There's the entrance to the gardens. I hope you have time on your hands, because the gardens are relatively large. A proper touring would take at least a few hours. I'm afraid I cannot join you, since I have to return to work." Ohtori inclined his head slightly, though he never took his eyes off the other, "it has been nice meeting you."
"But not nice enough to give your name, sir?" Fuji smiled radiantly. The other's hidden disliking of him is starting to amuse the spy tremendously, and he couldn't help but to push it just a bit more. It took a lot of effort to not say something that he knew would greatly unnerve the other man, what a pity, really.
Ohtori was slightly startled by the other's remark, but amused at the slight lilt of sarcasm. Perhaps he would have liked the man more under different circumstances. Despite his seeming adherence to etiquette, Ohtori was not above a sporadic quip. "Not nearly as nice as the weather," he agreed, "Nanashi-san." He allowed a smile to form on his face as he politely bowed once more and left, walking at a comfortable pace. At the end of it, he still hadn't given his name. But, he mused, as he exited the compound neither had the other man.
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji meets Ohtori in the Meiji Jingu shrine, and there is careful play of words.
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Ohtori returned the smile of the lady who passed him the ema and made his way towards where it was to be hung. Allowing a few children use the marker pen before him, Ohtori took the chance to enjoy the serenity of the shrine. No matter that the shrine was in the middle of Harajuku, or that the influx of visitors never ceased even during the off-peak periods - it always preserved the natural peace. The Inari shrines that Ohtori preferred to frequent were never like this, and Ohtori always returned to the Meiji Jingu Shrine at least once every two months to pray.
Penning his prayer down in neat hand-writing, Ohtori bowed his head slightly - out of habit - before hanging the ema up on the hooks provided. Taking a step back, he turned to face the divine tree which was donned with the omikuji of the shrine's visitors. He had already completed his prayers, and exited via the Minami Shinmon. He had a good half hour left to spare before he had to leave the shrine. Even though that was hardly enough for him to make a tour of the gardens, a good walk was not out of the question. Opting for a slow walk through the inner precinct of the shrine, Ohtori took his time to enjoy the scenery before he got cooped up in the four walls, ceiling and floor of his office. The best thing about Meiji Jingu Shrine was that it was never congested, and a solitary, quiet stroll could be accomplished easily.
Fuji wasn't a workaholic; such title was better deserved hanging over someone else's head, like that of a certain director. He just had too many jobs that he needed to spend time on. The spy checked his phone, no new messages. He then checked his other phone and was pleasantly surprised that no one was going to summon a search party for him anytime soon. With his businesses finally in order, at least for the next few hours. The eldest son of the Fuji family was determined to have the break he felt he deserved.
Looking up, Fuji found himself in front of a great shrine, the Meiji Jingu Shrine. He never been there before, although he always heard the scenery was breathtaking. His interest peaked; the spy decided that he could use a nice relaxing walk, until the target showed her face at least.
From where he stood, he could easily see the gigantic cypress Otorii and the crowd streaming in through it. Ohtori knew it shouldn't surprise him, but he never failed to appreciate the fact that, despite the amazingly fast-paced industrialization and modernization that Japan went through in the past one and a half century, his countrymen never failed to return to their cultural roots.
Enjoying the chance to stretch his legs, Ohtori wished he had a camera with him. He was never the one for photography, even though he did own a few Canon cameras (his friend, a Nikon user, had waved a D-70s in his face and muttered, "traitor".), but he did appreciate the value and usefulness of cameras. Just then, however, he was feeling rather 'tourist-y', having felt the sudden urge to bring a photographic memento of the visit. As foolish as it might sound, considering the proximity of the workplace to the shrine, Ohtori never saw appreciation as a weakness.
Just as well then, that Ohtori spotted a young man (who wasn't a tourist!) who had a camera with him.
The scenery was more beautiful than he had expected, the man felt at ease, forgetting the stress and burdens of the everyday life for the very moment. In fact, Fuji can almost felt the tension leaving his body, turning their tails and hide in awe of the creation that nature itself had presented before him. His smiled genuinely, something he surprisingly did very rarely.
Almost without thinking, he took out the camera that was never far from his side and recorded down scenes of the leaves swirling in the gentle wind, of the chirping birds hidden among the full branches, and of the joy and peace that cannot be described in any spoken languages.
Ohtori wondered if the man was a photographer by profession, considering how he handled his camera with ease. Then again, it was Japan, and even amateur photographers were extremely competent with their equipment. Regardless, It wasn't his business what the man's job was. He did notice, however, that the man was alone, like Ohtori himself. Every one else along the path was either together with someone else or in a tour group....it sort of reminded Ohtori of Ueno park.
Feeling the vibrations of his hand-phone, Ohtori quickly drew it out of his pocket and checked the message, wondering if it had to do with work. Seeing that his sister's name was listed under 'sender', he smiled. 'Are you coming home this weekend? We're going to Hokkaido next week! o(^__^)o' Ohtori almost laughed, a trip to Hokkaido sounded extremely good at the moment.
Satisfied with that he had managed to capture with his camera, Fuji stood back up and dusted his knees. He secretly wondered why he didn't come here sooner, oh right, spying and related activates tend to take up a lot of time. He continued to walk down the trail, his eyes taking in everything within his area of sight. Which included a fair-haired man standing nearby. At the sight of the man, Fuji's mind sent out an alarm.
As he texted his reply back to his sister, Ohtori felt eyes trained on him. His conditioned reflex prevented him from jerking his head up, which might have risked warning whoever it was. Instead, he calmly slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked up slowly. He might have been over-reacting, but after four years on the field watching people who might have been watching him watch people, he knew better than to just let it go.
Faking a look up at the sky, Ohtori took the opportunity to scan his surroundings. Most of the people around him were children and young adults who looked to absorbed in either other to even notice him. Glancing around inconspicuously, his eyes finally settled on the photographer. There was something distinctly curious about the man that he couldn't put his finger on.
The man looked familiar, but his name was slipping Fuji's mind at the moment. The Americans usually keep a record of known Japanese agents, and although they often had trouble updating the database with the new recruits, they did have some of the older agents. It didn't have all the information one would want, but they had least had the most basic of intelligences.
The spy caught the slight tensing of muscles, the man was aware of him, or at least his attention. Quickly he picked up his camera and pretended to train it's sight on something slightly farther down the other man's direction. When he put the gadget down, he caught the other's eyes on him. Deciding that they had enough of this tiptoeing dance, he smiled widely and warmly at the fair-haired man.
"Nice day isn't it?" He asked courteously.
Courteously? Ohtori could play 'polite' like a master flutist if he had to. "Yes, very pleasant weather," he smiled in return, moving closer to the other man. "Especially for this time of the year." Ohtori definitely felt uncomfortable around the man. It was rare that someone would speak to him over something as mundane as the weather.
Considering the way that the man had been looking at him just before, the man seemed to know something about Ohtori. That was worrying, since Ohtori had never seen the man in his life. The whole thing was just too suspicious for him, though he did not let it show, continuing to preserve the smile on his face.
Fuji hadn't spent years in the spy field for nothing. He knew that the man did not like him at that point, which is rare, but it's happened before. Sometimes people just don't click the right way. He stayed where he way and as he turned to face the other man, adopted a non-threatening but highly defensive stance, a trick his mentors taught him, not that he actually think the other would try anything in the public with so many children around.
"Hopefully it'll stay this way." The spy continued his friendly smile. "This is my first time here, it would be nice if I don't have to get drenched."
First time in the Meiji Jingu shrine? Ohtori hadn't known that there were people who had never been to the Meiji Jingu shrine. Unless of course the person was from Kyushu or Hokkaido, he wouldn't put it past certain people to live out their lives avoiding even taking a step into Tokyo. But the man was speaking in Tokyo standard rather comfortably, which indicated that he was at least familiar with the region. Ohtori did not let the frown that was growing appear.
"That would be a pity. The Meiji Jingu is many times lovelier in good weather," he murmured, and it was not a lie. There were certain places that looked better in wet weather, but the Meiji Jingu was not one of them. Besides, the camera would get wet. "If this is your first time at the shrine," he continued, "I suggest you take a look at the gardens. They are most beautiful, especially since the flowers have bloomed."
"Really?" Fuji's smile widened and it shined brilliantly. "Can you show me where it is?"
Ohtori saw no harm in doing so. He wasn't particularly short of time and, more importantly, the gardens and the route there were always full of people taking walks. He would not be in any danger of an 'incident' occurring along the way. "Certainly. It's not very far off from here." Taking the lead, but ensuring that his entire back was not exposed to the man, Ohtori took the shortest route he knew to the gardens, always remaining somewhat to the left of the man.
Fuji, aware of the defensive stance his companion, fall in stride with him. He didn't try to be too friendly with the man, doing so will only make the other man dislike him even more. He, however, had no shortage of smiles to be spared, and sometimes he would even ask the other to stop so he can get a picture that he wanted or to talk to the children a bit.
Everytime the other man asked that he stop so that he could take a photograph, Ohtori waited patiently. At least he knew that the man was serious about his photography, his careful composition of the photographs, evidence. Even though the other man was constantly smiling, there was something about the ease with which the man smiled that unsettled Ohtori greatly. Humans, men especially, were not made to smile in that way all the time.
It seemed practiced, calculated and entirely too happy to be totally real.
It didn't bother Fuji too much that the other had such hidden dislike of him. Nor does it matter too greatly, as long as the man keep that dislike to himself if they ever end up working together, but as things go, the spy would rather not have enemies if possible.
He kept the pace at a leisurely stroll; there was no point in hurrying if he didn't even know when their trap would be triggered over at the HQ.
As they neared the entrance to the gardens, Ohtori stopped and pointed. "There's the entrance to the gardens. I hope you have time on your hands, because the gardens are relatively large. A proper touring would take at least a few hours. I'm afraid I cannot join you, since I have to return to work." Ohtori inclined his head slightly, though he never took his eyes off the other, "it has been nice meeting you."
"But not nice enough to give your name, sir?" Fuji smiled radiantly. The other's hidden disliking of him is starting to amuse the spy tremendously, and he couldn't help but to push it just a bit more. It took a lot of effort to not say something that he knew would greatly unnerve the other man, what a pity, really.
Ohtori was slightly startled by the other's remark, but amused at the slight lilt of sarcasm. Perhaps he would have liked the man more under different circumstances. Despite his seeming adherence to etiquette, Ohtori was not above a sporadic quip. "Not nearly as nice as the weather," he agreed, "Nanashi-san." He allowed a smile to form on his face as he politely bowed once more and left, walking at a comfortable pace. At the end of it, he still hadn't given his name. But, he mused, as he exited the compound neither had the other man.