RP Log
Who: Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shuusuke and Fuji's Daddy
When: Um. Awhile ago?
Where: Fuji's house
Summary: Fuji's dad is abusive. Tezuka interferes.
Warning/Rating: R for language and suggestive themes
Player Comments: majorly backdated and whatnot
Comments/Crits Allowed: Of course
"Are you sure you do not want me to come in with you?" Tezuka's father reiterated.
Tezuka shook his head. "I can handle it. If I need you, you will know it."
Acceptantly, Kuniharu nodded and parked the car in front of Fuji's house. He pulled out a book that he would pretend to read. After all, he knew his wife would call to chat while she fixed supper.
Tezuka knocked on Fuji family's door and waited.
There was some rustling behind the door, and then the door opened, revealing a woman in her mid forties, who looked strikingly like her two oldest children. "O-oh... Uh. Tezuka-kun, isn't it? What brings you here?" From the sound of her voice, it seemed like this wasn't really a good time.
Bowing lowly, Tezuka said, "I apologize for the intrusion, but I have a matter of extreme importance to discuss with your husband."
His words were polite, but unyielding.
"I don't understand..." Mrs. Fuji stepped aside, eyes uncertain as they went from the boy to the far reaches of her home. "Very well. Come in."
There was clearly something going on.
Tezuka remained calm as he followed Fuji's mother into the house. From the car, his father watched with wary concern.
From the kitchen came raised voices. Well... To be more exact, it was only one voice, but it was loud enough. Mr. Fuji seemed to be in quite the agitated state. Mrs. Fuji cleared her voice. "Honey, Syuusuke's team captain's here to see... you."
"Me?" Fuji Yutarou blinked and stepped away from the table, where he had been hover over his oldest son.
Syuusuke in turn stared at Tezuka. "Wha..."
Tezuka's gaze moved appraisingly over Fuji, briefly measuring his physical well being before turning his gaze on his father.
"Aa. Fuji-san, if you can spare a moment, I wish to speak with you in private."
The more he could isolate Fuji's father away from his family for this discussion, so he could not possibly hurt them, the better.
"We're in the middle of dinner," Yutarou said curtly.
"What I have to say, you need to hear," Tezuka met his gaze sternly. His expression was not one of a willful teenager.
"Tezuka, what are you doing here," Syuusuke hissed, cheeks red with both embarrassment, anger... and the left cheek was simply red in general.
Tezuka ignored Fuji in favor of staring down his father. He wished to solve this peacefully, but if he needed to call the police, he would.
Yutarou crossed his arms over his chest. "I find you to be incredibly rude, young man. But very well, I'll humor you. This once."
Why should Tezuka care what an abuser thought of him?
With a bow, he followed Fuji's father into another room. He made sure to stand in front of the door, in case the older man decided to make a run for it.
"Why do you hurt your son, Fuji-san?" Tezuka asked directly, muted anger only obvious from the blazing emotion in his eyes.
The man, in his early fifties, looked at Tezuka for a moment, then shook his head. "Really... What is this, Tezuka-kun? First you arrive unannounced and now... What are you talking about?"
"My arrival is irrelevant. You know perfectly well what I am talking about," Tezuka said calmly. "Do you realize that his injuries could be potentially life threatening?"
God forbid, if Fuji's rib had fractured and splintered instead of just bruised.
"I will ask you again. Why do you hurt your son?"
"These are some very serious accusations you're throwing around. Why would you do that?"
"Because if there is a chance they are true, I will do anything to protect my team, Fuji-san."
Yutarou frowned. "What makes you think I'm the one that hurt him? What I hear is that you're basically telling me my son's hurt, someone's hurt him... And I don't know about it."
"I have enough evidence to be confident in my conclusions," Tezuka would hardly threaten the unity of a family on a whim. "And enough evidence to make the police confident in them as well. If you do not start talking, I will call them."
Yutarou let out a laugh. "No, dear boy. If you don't leave, right now, I'll be the one calling the police. Who do you think you are, accusing me for something like this?"
"I am someone who cares deeply about your son," Tezuka said, completely unmoved by Fuji's father. "Your hands are the same size as the marks on his body. Your behavior to my accusation has been less than cooperative. His peculiar behavior and reluctance to talk about it or seek help. Go ahead and call the police. I am not the one who will be arrested."
Especially not when Tezuka's father worked for the police, and his grandfather was a former legend of an officer.
"Do you have a thing for Syuusuke? Is that why you're overreacting like this?"
Fuji was his teammate, his friend, and a fellow human being. What more reason did he need to ensure that he be treated well?
"You are changing the subject because I know that you are hurting him," Tezuka met his gaze cooly, not reacting at all to his provocation. "There is a free therapy program in Nagoya for anger management that specializes in abusers. You have been enrolled. If you go willingly and graduate from that program, I will not notify the police."
"You impudent little..." Yutarou frowned, lips white. "... And if I don't? You have no proof on anything, boy."
"If you do not, I will present my evidence and report you as an abuser."
Tezuka did have evidence. He simply did not want to share it with the angry man.
"You've got a lot of nerve," Yutarou said, forcing himself to sound calm once again. It didn't quite work.
"About as much as I need to protect the people I care about," Tezuka said firmly. "Regardless of how it happens, I will not let you hurt him ever again. Whether you will be in jail or in therapy is up to you."
"I do not wish to engage in this conversation any longer," Yutarou said, tone clipped, and headed towards the door. "Do not believe for a moment that I am threatened by you... But I will take your words into consideration."
Tezuka stepped in front of the door.
"You will make a choice tonight."
He would not allow Fuji and his family to suffer anymore. The second he left, he had no doubt that the man would pour hell on his friend.
"You are seriously getting on my nerves, you realize that?" His hands balled into fists.
Standing upright and at the ready, Tezuka met the gaze of the furious man. "Frankly, I don't care about you. Your family, however, does. As the head of the family, you need to do the right thing for their sake."
"I already am." Not really.
"By beating your son, you are causing irrevocable damage to him, and to your family. I offer you the chance to make things right without going to jail...And now, I am suggesting that you take it."
"I have still not admitted to that. What you're doing, still, is tossing around accusations." His frown deepened.
"I don't trust you not to go after my sources," Tezuka said. "But I have proof. You can either believe me, or find out the hard way when you get taken to the police."
"I will not be taken to the police. Now, if you'd please move..."
"I won't."
Tezuka really did not want to call the police. That would hurt Fuji's family more than necessary, but nor would he settle for letting the man stay.
"The shape of his marks match those fists of yours. I saw them in the changing room. That is the only proof I will tell you, however, I do have more."
"Get out of here. Get out of here now." The man's voice was low and furious. "You... You come in here and ruin our home... Very well. Very well, I'll agree to this, only to prove you wrong."
Those were rather contradictory statements, but he did not acknowledge that. In fact, he downright ignored Fuji's father's demand for him to leave.
"Then pack your things. My father, who is waiting outside, has agreed to drive you to the train station. Your ticket to Nagoya is already paid for."
Yutarou didn't say another word, instead motioned for Tezuka to leave the door.
Bowing his head slightly, Tezuka did so. He would follow Fuji's father out as he went to tell his family.
Half an hour later, Syuusuke saw his father walking towards Tezuka's dad's car and getting inside. Syuusuke himself sat down in a lounge chair in the living room, legs weak underneath him as he stared silently down at his hands.
After Tezuka followed his father to the car and assured Yutarou that if he put one toe out of line at the facility he would contact the authorities, he came inside to see Fuji sitting by himself in the living room.
"Your father and I have made an arrangement," Tezuka said quietly as he looked down on his shockingly pale teammate. "He will be in at an anger management facility until he passes the program." A moment of quiet passed. He forced himself to keep eye contact. "The authorities have not been contacted."
Pale lips pressed tightly together, in the same manner his hands were, fingernails digging into his flesh. "I think you should leave now."
That must hurt, his eyes zoned in on Fuji's fingertips. "Not until I change the locks on your house."
Just in case went unsaid.
"Kikumaru should be here shortly. I called him, though I assure you he has nothing to do with what just transpired."
Fuji had to direct all of his anger at Tezuka, otherwise, Kikumaru would not be able to comfort him.
"Really now. I told one person, Tezuka. One person. And that person sure as hell isn't you." Cerulean eyes narrowed. "You get your dad to turn that car around and bring my dad home again. Please!"
"No," Tezuka said, voice calm and unshakeable in the face of Fuji's desperation. It hurt to see Fuji in this much pain, but he knew it was nothing compared to what his friend was experiencing. "After seeing your injuries, I made the connection and forced Kikumaru to confirm it."
Fuji knew full well Tezuka was not above that.
"And I doubt what I saw was the worst of your injuries."
Syuusuke pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees and burying his face against them. He wanted to shut it out. Everything. Tezuka. The living room. The sound from the traffic outside. Just... everything. This was his fault. He should have been better to hide it. Should have preformed at his best. It had always worked. Why did he mess up? Why was his father going away?
"You've been very strong in protecting the rest of your family for this long. I assumed that was why you never told anyone," he paused, still standing in front of Fuji. Tezuka made no move closer or farther from him, just remained shielding him from the rest of the room.
"You once said that you trusted me. I call you on that now. Trust me to protect you. I will not let you, or anyone you care about, be hurt."
Even Fuji's father was safe, and quite lucky to escape prision.
"You do not have to speak to me, or like me, or ever be my friend again if indeed this has ended our friendship, but I do ask that you trust me."
Because I will never leave you. I will always be your friend.
Syuusuke didn't move, not even an inch. He was silent for a while, them simply mumbled:
"Leave."
"No."
Tezuka would start installing the locks when Kikumaru arrived. Until then, he did not want to leave Fuji by himself.
"Fine. Whatever. Don't speak to me." He knew, somewhere, that he would forgive Tezuka. He definitely would. But right now... Right now he felt... betrayed. Not helped. Far from it.
After nodding his understanding, Tezuka stood there like an impassive statue to keep vigil until Kikumaru arrived.
When: Um. Awhile ago?
Where: Fuji's house
Summary: Fuji's dad is abusive. Tezuka interferes.
Warning/Rating: R for language and suggestive themes
Player Comments: majorly backdated and whatnot
Comments/Crits Allowed: Of course
"Are you sure you do not want me to come in with you?" Tezuka's father reiterated.
Tezuka shook his head. "I can handle it. If I need you, you will know it."
Acceptantly, Kuniharu nodded and parked the car in front of Fuji's house. He pulled out a book that he would pretend to read. After all, he knew his wife would call to chat while she fixed supper.
Tezuka knocked on Fuji family's door and waited.
There was some rustling behind the door, and then the door opened, revealing a woman in her mid forties, who looked strikingly like her two oldest children. "O-oh... Uh. Tezuka-kun, isn't it? What brings you here?" From the sound of her voice, it seemed like this wasn't really a good time.
Bowing lowly, Tezuka said, "I apologize for the intrusion, but I have a matter of extreme importance to discuss with your husband."
His words were polite, but unyielding.
"I don't understand..." Mrs. Fuji stepped aside, eyes uncertain as they went from the boy to the far reaches of her home. "Very well. Come in."
There was clearly something going on.
Tezuka remained calm as he followed Fuji's mother into the house. From the car, his father watched with wary concern.
From the kitchen came raised voices. Well... To be more exact, it was only one voice, but it was loud enough. Mr. Fuji seemed to be in quite the agitated state. Mrs. Fuji cleared her voice. "Honey, Syuusuke's team captain's here to see... you."
"Me?" Fuji Yutarou blinked and stepped away from the table, where he had been hover over his oldest son.
Syuusuke in turn stared at Tezuka. "Wha..."
Tezuka's gaze moved appraisingly over Fuji, briefly measuring his physical well being before turning his gaze on his father.
"Aa. Fuji-san, if you can spare a moment, I wish to speak with you in private."
The more he could isolate Fuji's father away from his family for this discussion, so he could not possibly hurt them, the better.
"We're in the middle of dinner," Yutarou said curtly.
"What I have to say, you need to hear," Tezuka met his gaze sternly. His expression was not one of a willful teenager.
"Tezuka, what are you doing here," Syuusuke hissed, cheeks red with both embarrassment, anger... and the left cheek was simply red in general.
Tezuka ignored Fuji in favor of staring down his father. He wished to solve this peacefully, but if he needed to call the police, he would.
Yutarou crossed his arms over his chest. "I find you to be incredibly rude, young man. But very well, I'll humor you. This once."
Why should Tezuka care what an abuser thought of him?
With a bow, he followed Fuji's father into another room. He made sure to stand in front of the door, in case the older man decided to make a run for it.
"Why do you hurt your son, Fuji-san?" Tezuka asked directly, muted anger only obvious from the blazing emotion in his eyes.
The man, in his early fifties, looked at Tezuka for a moment, then shook his head. "Really... What is this, Tezuka-kun? First you arrive unannounced and now... What are you talking about?"
"My arrival is irrelevant. You know perfectly well what I am talking about," Tezuka said calmly. "Do you realize that his injuries could be potentially life threatening?"
God forbid, if Fuji's rib had fractured and splintered instead of just bruised.
"I will ask you again. Why do you hurt your son?"
"These are some very serious accusations you're throwing around. Why would you do that?"
"Because if there is a chance they are true, I will do anything to protect my team, Fuji-san."
Yutarou frowned. "What makes you think I'm the one that hurt him? What I hear is that you're basically telling me my son's hurt, someone's hurt him... And I don't know about it."
"I have enough evidence to be confident in my conclusions," Tezuka would hardly threaten the unity of a family on a whim. "And enough evidence to make the police confident in them as well. If you do not start talking, I will call them."
Yutarou let out a laugh. "No, dear boy. If you don't leave, right now, I'll be the one calling the police. Who do you think you are, accusing me for something like this?"
"I am someone who cares deeply about your son," Tezuka said, completely unmoved by Fuji's father. "Your hands are the same size as the marks on his body. Your behavior to my accusation has been less than cooperative. His peculiar behavior and reluctance to talk about it or seek help. Go ahead and call the police. I am not the one who will be arrested."
Especially not when Tezuka's father worked for the police, and his grandfather was a former legend of an officer.
"Do you have a thing for Syuusuke? Is that why you're overreacting like this?"
Fuji was his teammate, his friend, and a fellow human being. What more reason did he need to ensure that he be treated well?
"You are changing the subject because I know that you are hurting him," Tezuka met his gaze cooly, not reacting at all to his provocation. "There is a free therapy program in Nagoya for anger management that specializes in abusers. You have been enrolled. If you go willingly and graduate from that program, I will not notify the police."
"You impudent little..." Yutarou frowned, lips white. "... And if I don't? You have no proof on anything, boy."
"If you do not, I will present my evidence and report you as an abuser."
Tezuka did have evidence. He simply did not want to share it with the angry man.
"You've got a lot of nerve," Yutarou said, forcing himself to sound calm once again. It didn't quite work.
"About as much as I need to protect the people I care about," Tezuka said firmly. "Regardless of how it happens, I will not let you hurt him ever again. Whether you will be in jail or in therapy is up to you."
"I do not wish to engage in this conversation any longer," Yutarou said, tone clipped, and headed towards the door. "Do not believe for a moment that I am threatened by you... But I will take your words into consideration."
Tezuka stepped in front of the door.
"You will make a choice tonight."
He would not allow Fuji and his family to suffer anymore. The second he left, he had no doubt that the man would pour hell on his friend.
"You are seriously getting on my nerves, you realize that?" His hands balled into fists.
Standing upright and at the ready, Tezuka met the gaze of the furious man. "Frankly, I don't care about you. Your family, however, does. As the head of the family, you need to do the right thing for their sake."
"I already am." Not really.
"By beating your son, you are causing irrevocable damage to him, and to your family. I offer you the chance to make things right without going to jail...And now, I am suggesting that you take it."
"I have still not admitted to that. What you're doing, still, is tossing around accusations." His frown deepened.
"I don't trust you not to go after my sources," Tezuka said. "But I have proof. You can either believe me, or find out the hard way when you get taken to the police."
"I will not be taken to the police. Now, if you'd please move..."
"I won't."
Tezuka really did not want to call the police. That would hurt Fuji's family more than necessary, but nor would he settle for letting the man stay.
"The shape of his marks match those fists of yours. I saw them in the changing room. That is the only proof I will tell you, however, I do have more."
"Get out of here. Get out of here now." The man's voice was low and furious. "You... You come in here and ruin our home... Very well. Very well, I'll agree to this, only to prove you wrong."
Those were rather contradictory statements, but he did not acknowledge that. In fact, he downright ignored Fuji's father's demand for him to leave.
"Then pack your things. My father, who is waiting outside, has agreed to drive you to the train station. Your ticket to Nagoya is already paid for."
Yutarou didn't say another word, instead motioned for Tezuka to leave the door.
Bowing his head slightly, Tezuka did so. He would follow Fuji's father out as he went to tell his family.
Half an hour later, Syuusuke saw his father walking towards Tezuka's dad's car and getting inside. Syuusuke himself sat down in a lounge chair in the living room, legs weak underneath him as he stared silently down at his hands.
After Tezuka followed his father to the car and assured Yutarou that if he put one toe out of line at the facility he would contact the authorities, he came inside to see Fuji sitting by himself in the living room.
"Your father and I have made an arrangement," Tezuka said quietly as he looked down on his shockingly pale teammate. "He will be in at an anger management facility until he passes the program." A moment of quiet passed. He forced himself to keep eye contact. "The authorities have not been contacted."
Pale lips pressed tightly together, in the same manner his hands were, fingernails digging into his flesh. "I think you should leave now."
That must hurt, his eyes zoned in on Fuji's fingertips. "Not until I change the locks on your house."
Just in case went unsaid.
"Kikumaru should be here shortly. I called him, though I assure you he has nothing to do with what just transpired."
Fuji had to direct all of his anger at Tezuka, otherwise, Kikumaru would not be able to comfort him.
"Really now. I told one person, Tezuka. One person. And that person sure as hell isn't you." Cerulean eyes narrowed. "You get your dad to turn that car around and bring my dad home again. Please!"
"No," Tezuka said, voice calm and unshakeable in the face of Fuji's desperation. It hurt to see Fuji in this much pain, but he knew it was nothing compared to what his friend was experiencing. "After seeing your injuries, I made the connection and forced Kikumaru to confirm it."
Fuji knew full well Tezuka was not above that.
"And I doubt what I saw was the worst of your injuries."
Syuusuke pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees and burying his face against them. He wanted to shut it out. Everything. Tezuka. The living room. The sound from the traffic outside. Just... everything. This was his fault. He should have been better to hide it. Should have preformed at his best. It had always worked. Why did he mess up? Why was his father going away?
"You've been very strong in protecting the rest of your family for this long. I assumed that was why you never told anyone," he paused, still standing in front of Fuji. Tezuka made no move closer or farther from him, just remained shielding him from the rest of the room.
"You once said that you trusted me. I call you on that now. Trust me to protect you. I will not let you, or anyone you care about, be hurt."
Even Fuji's father was safe, and quite lucky to escape prision.
"You do not have to speak to me, or like me, or ever be my friend again if indeed this has ended our friendship, but I do ask that you trust me."
Because I will never leave you. I will always be your friend.
Syuusuke didn't move, not even an inch. He was silent for a while, them simply mumbled:
"Leave."
"No."
Tezuka would start installing the locks when Kikumaru arrived. Until then, he did not want to leave Fuji by himself.
"Fine. Whatever. Don't speak to me." He knew, somewhere, that he would forgive Tezuka. He definitely would. But right now... Right now he felt... betrayed. Not helped. Far from it.
After nodding his understanding, Tezuka stood there like an impassive statue to keep vigil until Kikumaru arrived.