Who: Momoshiro Takeshi and Fuji Shuusuke
What: Visit. Momo sucks at comforting and keeps Fuji company.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Where: Hospital
Momoshiro put a bag containing his DS and the accompanying games as well as the wasabi doughnut in his backpack. Slinging it on, he boarded his bicycle and pedaled the however many kilometers far it was from camp. Upon reaching the hospital things became trickier; he locked his bike up at the front gate and asked for Fuji.
He didn't know quite what to expect, but would try to do his best to cheer up Fuji. First, he peeked in to see if the tensai was awake.
Fuji sat in his bed, busying himself with trying to build bridges and roads with a string, when the door opened. He half expected it to be Saeki or Tachibana or Taka-san, but none of it was right. It was a pleasant sight none the less. "Momo~!"
"Hiya, Fuji-senpai," Momoshiro walked in, curiously watching his senpai. "What are you doing with that string?" he asked.
"London bridge," Fuji replied lightly. He looked a lot worse than he sounded however, hair looked brittle and dry to the touch, he was skinnier than ever before, the bones clearly visible through the skin on his arms, his eyes had dark shadows underneath them and his lips were dry and severly chapped. "I didn't think you'd show, Momo."
Fuji did look bad, but Momo did not acknowledge it. After all, he was his friend, not his doctor -- Fuji had enough people reminding him of sad things. Although he was glad he had an unopened tube of chapstick with him, courtosy of his mother who sent him several for the coming winter. He just shoved them in every bad he could think of. He walked over to the bed and sat on the chair next to it. "Better late than never," he said. "I've never heard of that game."
He set his bag by his feet and tried to look cheerful.
"It's easy, really." Fuji showed him a couple of shapes and then blinked curiously down at the bag. "What's in there?"
"Huh," Momoshiro watched with interest, unfamiliar with the concept, "You're pretty good at that." Sheepishly, he held the bag out towards Fuji. It contained the last few issues of tennis pro montlhy, Momo's DS and games, the chapstick, a few sheets of sudoku with puzzles that Momo made himself and the wasabi doughnut. "Some stuff for you. My DS is in there too, you can borrow that. Wasn't so sure if you'd use it," he scratched the back of his head, "But you never know. It can't hurt to have more entertaining things though."
Fuji immediately went for the chapstick and then blinked over at Momo. "What games do you have? You might not believe this, but I do know a thing or two about gaming~ ♥ Yuuta showed me."
"I've got Mario Kart, Mario World, Chain of Memories, Pokemon Gold and a few others that I don't remember," he kind of just shoved them all in there. "You can work on your gaming then," Momoshiro grinned, "Who knows, you might be able to beat me."
Fuji thought for a moment. "Chain of Memories and Pokemon Gold would probably keep me occupied for quite a while, nee?" He smiled brightly at Momo. "And I need Mario Kart so I can beat you~"
"Sure would, it took me forever to beat them," then again, Momoshiro could sometimes have the attention span of a twelve year old on a sugar rush. "Exactly," he grinned, "Mario Kart is the best. I'll tell you all the secret paths and stuff when you come to it."
"Awesome," Fuji smiled, turning the games over in his hands. He hadn't actually played Kingdom Hearts himself, but he had read a few fanfics and flipped through one or two doujinshi, and he had a vague grasp on the main story of it at least. It could be fun. At least he hoped it would. "How've you been?"
"Can't complain," Momoshiro shrugged, "Just putting on some weight for the winter. Hibernation and all," he knew good and well humans didn't hibernate, he just really wish they did. "I think there should be a hibernation period this winter."
"Don't you think you would get hungry, even if you stocked up?" Fuji chuckled, the soft sound soon turning into a cough as he had to turn away for a moment. Damn it, but his throat was still bothering him a bit too much for his liking.
"Not if I'm sleeping," Momo frowned. "Want me to get you some ginger ale, or cough drops or something?"
"Ging... Ginger ale sounds good," Fuji managed, thin shoulders shaking.
"Okay, I'll go and get you some," he said gently, standing up. "You should probably pull the covers up, you look very cold," Momo advised. He would have done it for Fuji, but touching him was probably not a good idea.
Fuji nodded as well as he could, his breath wheezing and laboured. He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to calm down, at least somewhat, and when Momo returned, he managed to look up and smile. "Thank you. I'm sorry if I made you worry."
Momoshiro knew a thing or two about pretend smiles, but he feigned being fooled. Saying anything to the contrary wouldn't make matters any better; seeing as Fuji was still shaking, Momo held out the cup near him with a bendy straw. "Don't mind, don't mind, just let me know if you want me to go and get a nurse, okay, Fuji-senpai."
The blonde shook his head and accepted the drink. "They'll just poke me or put me on more sedatives or something. I want to be able to spend time with you, Momo."
"As flattered as I am, I'm sure that poking has its merits, even if you don't really know what they are," as well as the sedatives. Fuji did look like he needed some sleep. He didn't want his senpai to miss out on important medication because he was being stubborn. "Or they might just be making clones of Fuji-senpai in the basement and want your DNA. Send copies out into space and claim planets in your name."
He wasn't really sure where that came from. Oh well, Fuji knew he was kind of a spazz.
"Well, if they're making clones of me, I hope they'll be as awesome as the dudes in the Clone Wars," Fuji mused with a small pout. "Or I'd feel cheated."
"You probably have a sick battle suit, with a cape or something badass. And laser guns, you can't be an intergalactic clone without laser guns," that was pretty obvious.
"As long as I get a nice star cruiser. I. Or them. Or we. What would you say anyway?"
"You could start off every sentence with 'We the people of Fuji,'" Momoshiro suggested.
"Hey, that might work." He thought for a moment. "I'd rather they'd clone Yuuta instead of me though."
"Well, he's a Fuji too, they're prolly trying to get both of your DNA," Momoshiro deduced. "Then you could be The United Peoples of Fuji, because he's also a Fuji."
"We'd be a super power in space." Cue smug smile. The thought, as silly as it was, actually appealed to him.
"Yep, the Martians wouldn't stand a chance," Momoshiro added. "What planet would you make your headquarters?"
"Pluto, of course." Fuji nodded sagely. "The poor thing must feel so lonely now. Not to mention, Sailorpluto is awesome."
"You didn't hear," Momo said, still saddened by the news for the poor planet. "Pluto isn't a planet anymore, they kicked it out of the planetary society or something. Now they say it's just a moon or something."
Momo couldn't say he knew anything about Sailor Pluto.
"Yes, I heard. That's why it must feel so lonely." Fuji pouted. "I still say it's a planet though. Poor little thing."
"I remember in grade school when we studied the solar system and we all had to make these projects. "I was running late so I did my project in the cafeteria ten minutes before class started," he laughed. "Tied a bunch of fruit to two hangers stuck together. The sun was an orange and Pluto was a grape," he recollected.
"Then again, it didn't matter much. I ate everything before the presentation and got a zero anyway," he grinned.
Fuji couldn't help but laugh at that. that sounded so much like Momo that either he knew himself very well to make something like that up to make him smile, or it was the utter most truth. Either was plausible if you asked Fuji. "Well, I used different kinds of balls. Tennis, bowling, ping-pong... You name it. It was fun."
Momoshiro had no real reason to lie, after all, the truth, more often than not, was stranger than fiction.
"Bowling ball?" Momoshiro tried to think about that. "Did you reconstruct it in class, because that sounds like it would've been hard to carry in," bowling balls themselves weren't heavy, but balancing them with everything else in a model would be.
"I didn't put it up on the construction. It was the sun, so I placed it on the teacher's desk and then shoved the shaft of the construction structure down into one of the holes to keep it in place."
"Whoa," Momo lauded. "That's really creative, Fuji-senpai. I bet you got a good grade on it," those times were long ago, but sometimes it was nice to remember them. Sometimes to comprehend the present, it helped to touch base with the past.
The bedridden boy nodded and smiled. "Would have scored highest in the class, had the bowling ball not rolled of the desk and crushed the entire thing eventually~"
Momoshiro offered him some more ginger ale. "Aawww, I bet it made people jump though. That was probably funny," he imagined a few girls would shriek if a bowling ball dropped on the floor out of nowhere.
Fuji giggled and downed some of the ginger ale. "It caused quite the commotion, yes."
"Sometimes causing some mischief is worth not being number one," Momoshiro winked. Even if Fuji cause unintentional mischief, it had probably been very entertaining.
"Well, it was amusing enough." It was the good old days, with his old class. The one that tolerated and even liked him. Fuji missed them. And it was before his friendship with Eiji had turned strained and awkward as well.
Fuji looked somewhat saddened now, and Momoshiro wished visiting hours weren't dwindling to a close. Then again, Fuji did look tired. "Do you want to go to sleep, Fuji-senpai?" Momoshiro asked; the bags under the tensai's eyes were telltale. "If you want I can stay until you fall asleep, or I can leave and give you some peace," Momo knew his presence wasn't the most relaxing. Plus, he did not want Fuji to over extend himself.
Well, he was tired. Worn out, in fact. But he didn't want Momo to leave, not yet. "I really like your company," he confessed. "So... Please stay?"
"Okay," Momoshiro nodded, smiling at him good naturedly, "I'll stay." He didn't mind staying until Fuji fell asleep.
Fuji allowed himself to sink down against the pillows and he closed his eyes. "Nee, Momo... Who made you come here?"
"Nobody made me come here," Momoshiro tried to lower his voice. "I was gonna just send some things along with Echizen because I didn't want to intrude, but he suggested you'd like the company, so I came," if he didn't want to come visit, he wouldn't have. Momoshiro was not the type to make himself do something he didn't want to do. "We got you a wasabi doughnut," he added. "Figured you could use something sweet, even if you didn't want to eat it."
"I'll eat it when I wake up," Fuji promised with a weak smile, and then opened his eyes, looking straight at Momo. "Thank you."
"Anytime," Momoshiro said truthfully. There is little he wouldn't do for someone that was his friend.