RP Log: Kenya + Shiraishi
Who: Kenya and Shiraishi
What: Kenya goes to visit his best friend.
When: Backdated to Kenya's first Sunday at camp; Feb 21st
Where: The rest home
Rating: G
Kenya felt quite proud of himself. Using only directions he had gotten from his friends and a very vague map of the area, he had managed to make it to the rest home relatively unscathed. Sure, he had gotten lost a few times and ended up walking around in circles looking for something right under his nose, but his speed had meant he would still be there on time no matter how much he got lost.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket - his Shintenhoji tennis team jacket that he practically lived in these days - he headed inside, approaching the front desk to ask if he could see his friend. It had been a while since he had last seen Shiraishi, but that didn't mean he no longer considered his old captain a good friend. He loved Shiraishi, in a brotherly sort of way.
Shiraishi had told the nurses he was expecting a visitor on Sunday. That was the safest way to make sure he could meet with people. After a certain phone call the nurses had become worried about whom to let in. There were a few people they knew they could let him, but they hadn't seen Kenya before. At least after this visit they would know it was safe to let him visit whenever, too. Even though Shiraishi would have preferred to leave the place... but he knew well he couldn't. At least not yet.
Kenya's attention flicked all around him while being lead to his friend's room. There was nothing interesting enough to hold his attention for long, until they reached their destination. Shiraishi's room. He was finally going to see one of his best friends again after so long. He followed the nurse inside and smiled. "Kuranosuke," He said, not really used to calling him by his first name. He had heard stories about these sorts of places and figured that if the nurse knew he could call his friend by his first name, there was no real reason not to trust him.
"Kenya", Shiraishi said with a smile, even though hearing a first name confused him at first. Of course, it would give a better impression for the nurse that accompanied him. Better be safe than sorry, or so they said. After seeing that Shiraishi was comfortable, the nurse left the two of them alone. Shiraishi looked at Kenya calmly and then smiled with a more sadder tone. "It's nice to see you again... and sorry that our reunion has to be in a place like this." After saying that he unconsciously made sure that his arm wouldn't be seen.
Kenya just shook his head and smiled, stepping closer to his friend. "'s no problem at all, Shiraishi," he said, stopping a couple of feet away from him and holding up his arms. "Do I ge' a hug? Or is buchou too cool f'r it?" The younger Oshitari cousin had never done well with sadder or more serious situations, so he would often try and find a way to lighten the mood, if only for himself, to make it just a little easier to talk about things.
Shiraishi laughed a bit and then moved closer to Kenya to give him a hug. "Even if I'd be cool, I'd still hug you. Even the cool kids do it, you know", he said with a more relaxed voice.
Kenya grinned and wrapped his arms around his friend in a tight hug but didn't let go immediately. "Ya scared me," he said quietly as he closed his eyes. The grin fell from his lips into a slight frown and he tightened his hold just a little, just to make sure that Shiraishi really was there. "Really scared me..."
Shiraishi listened to his friend’s words and closed his eyes, too. It felt good to be hugged, yet he felt also sad because of the situation they were in. "I'm sorry", he said with a shaky voice. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to scare or worry anyone."
Kenya didn't say anything for a moment, breathing out shakily as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Normally it wasn't hard, but when situations arose that included his friends, he felt fragile and weak. "Will ya... tell me abou' it?" He asked quietly, still not pulling away. "Tell me what happened?"
"I will, if you want to know. I don't... I don't want to hide anything. Repeat the same mistake again", Shiraishi said after a few moments of thinking. Ever since the comments, Shiraishi had been thinking if he had told too much at the same time. Somehow it felt like he had, but it was better this way... right?
Kenya gave a short nod before slowly pulling away, resting his hands on Shiraishi's shoulders. "I wanna know," he said, his voice still barely above a whisper.
Shiraishi nodded. "Want to sit down before that? The bed is comfortable to sit on, but there's also a few chairs in the room." Usually the chairs were quite near, but Shiraishi had recently moved them because he had thought they were in the way. And redecorating had helped with his boredom a bit.
"Th' bed'll do," Kenya said. The Oshitari wasn't a clingy person by nature, but he did need to have people around him; within arm's reach, especially if there was a serious matter to be discussed at hand.
"Alright", Shiraishi replied and then calmly sat down on the bed, leaving room for Kenya to sit. "You'll just have to wait a bit... I have no idea where to start talking", he admitted. He had talked about it with many sorts of people... but starting to talk about it had always been difficult.
Kenya took a seat beside him and gave a short nod, not saying anything. He had no idea what Shiraishi was going through or how he felt, but what he knew of it... It didn't surprise him that it would be hard to talk about.
"I started feeling depressed after junior high ended. You know, after Shitenhouji was no more? Sure, I went to same school with most of you and Kintarou and Zaizen were close for me to meet, but it didn't feel the same anymore", Shiraishi started, keeping his voice somewhat in shape. "Then I just started gradually feeling worse and school work piled up and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I tried to focus my mind on tennis, help myself relax with yoga... they helped for a while. But only for a while." It was hard to talk about it when he knew he had made the mistake of not telling on time. "I didn't want to worry anyone because of my thoughts so I kept them away... and then I needed to find a way to help myself. A wrong way." Shiraishi touched his left arm slightly. Normally there were bandages on it, but right now his wounds were covered with a big bandaid because of what had happened a while ago. They didn't want to but bandages over it, so they had thought of another way.
Kenya cast a glance to Shiraishi's arm but found he couldn't look at it long, quickly looking away again to look at his friend's face. He didn't say anything for a moment, unable to think of something to say, and instead shifted closer and wrapped his arms around Shiraishi's shoulders, hugging him tightly again. "Shiraishi..." he mumbled softly, squeezing just a little.
Shiraishi was shaking a little, but the hug calmed him down again. "I'm sorry... I'm stupid."
"Yeah," Kenya mumbled quietly. "Ya are." He didn't let go, taking a moment to just think everything again and try to not let his emotions get the better of him because dammit, he was not going to cry over this and he was suddenly really wishing he had Gogo with him because he could never cry if he had her. "But, everythin's better now... right?" His voice shook a little as he spoke. "Ya aren’ gonna keep bein’ stupid and not tell us things, right?"
Shiraishi nodded slightly. "Yeah. I won't keep anything from my friends anymore... well, not from you, Senri or Atobe, but others.. not too sure. There are a few who know about this, but not the whole story and I don't really want to worry them more than I have", he said and sighed. "Even though I'm causing trouble to you tree, aren't I? You're just the only ones I can fully trust right now. You three and my sisters, since my parents... let's just not talk about that." Of course he trusted Sakuno fully, too, but he hadn't told her everything. It wasn't time to tell her yet. Maybe after he'd get a lot better, but not now.
"I's no trouble," Kenya mumbled, finally letting go and sitting back slightly, thought his hand lingered on Shiraishi's shoulder. "I'm just glad you're okay." He really was, even if his voice was so week. The last comment caught his attention and a curious Kenya always overrides every other type of Kenya. "Things are... ba’ between you and them, right? How bad...?"
"Uhm", Shiraishi shifted uncomfortably. Parents. That wasn't his favourite subject. "I just don't really want to go to them about my situation. We don't talk about it alot, because I find it hard to talk with them... about these kind of things. Especially with dad, who thinks I'm delusional..."
"Ya dad's an asshole," It was stated simply and confidently, even though the one who had said it looked like he was about to burst into tears any moment. Which he was. But he refused to let anything go. He was going to be strong and be there for his friend. "Jus’ forget ‘em. Ya have me. Ya have Chitose and Atobe and everyone else here t’ be ya family. We'll look after ya and help ya and everythin’ no matter what. Friends are the family ya choose, right?" By the time he had finished talking, his voice was small, barely above a whisper, and a solitary tear rolled down his cheek.
"... Kenya." The name was only thing Shiraishi was able to say for a while. After watching his friend for a while he took a tissue from his night table and gave it to Kenya. "I... thank you. Really, thank you." Crying wasn't so far away from him either, but somehow he was able to hold it inside. He wasn't really trying, but it was sort of automatic to keep it away.
Kenya took the tissue with a mumbled thanks and dabbed his eye slightly before rubbing over his eyes with his arm. He breathed slowly, avoiding looking at Shiraishi for a few more minutes before lifting his head and giving him a wide grin. "I's wha’ I'm here for," he said before letting his grin lessen into a smile. "Ya better be ou’ by my birthday, Shiraishi. Ya can't miss out on cake."
Shiraishi laughed a bit. "I wouldn't want to miss it. So I'll do my best." He would most probably miss White day, but he wasn't certainly going to skip on his friends's birthday. "I need to get back to school anyway... at this rate I'm repeating a year. Actually, I've missed so much it wouldn't be a miracle:" Somehow he missed it... well, not the school work itself, but things surrounding it. Like seeing friends more often and having yoga sessions with Sakuno and An... and all that. "But I'll definitely come back soon."
"Ya better," Kenya scolded playfully, having pulled himself completely out of his slightly more depressed mood. "But if ya aren't... I'll bring ya cake so ya can feel like ya were there at least." No birthday was complete if his friends weren't there with him.
"I'll treat you a dinner if I'm not back for your birthday. That's a promise", Shiraishi said with a more confident smile. There was still time to recover and with his friends' support it would be possible. He just needed to keep looking straight forward.
"Alrigh’~" Kenya leaned forward to wrap his arms tightly around his friend, grinning even wider. He was glad he had pulled the conversation away from where it had been earlier, even if he had asked for it. "If ya need anything... ever... just call me. Even during class or the middle of the night."
Shiraishi places his hands on Kenya's back and kept smiling. He was glad Kenya was there, near him. Friends were important and he had many wonderful ones. And once he would get better he would help his friends in return. "I will.... thank you." One day things would be better again.
What: Kenya goes to visit his best friend.
When: Backdated to Kenya's first Sunday at camp; Feb 21st
Where: The rest home
Rating: G
Kenya felt quite proud of himself. Using only directions he had gotten from his friends and a very vague map of the area, he had managed to make it to the rest home relatively unscathed. Sure, he had gotten lost a few times and ended up walking around in circles looking for something right under his nose, but his speed had meant he would still be there on time no matter how much he got lost.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket - his Shintenhoji tennis team jacket that he practically lived in these days - he headed inside, approaching the front desk to ask if he could see his friend. It had been a while since he had last seen Shiraishi, but that didn't mean he no longer considered his old captain a good friend. He loved Shiraishi, in a brotherly sort of way.
Shiraishi had told the nurses he was expecting a visitor on Sunday. That was the safest way to make sure he could meet with people. After a certain phone call the nurses had become worried about whom to let in. There were a few people they knew they could let him, but they hadn't seen Kenya before. At least after this visit they would know it was safe to let him visit whenever, too. Even though Shiraishi would have preferred to leave the place... but he knew well he couldn't. At least not yet.
Kenya's attention flicked all around him while being lead to his friend's room. There was nothing interesting enough to hold his attention for long, until they reached their destination. Shiraishi's room. He was finally going to see one of his best friends again after so long. He followed the nurse inside and smiled. "Kuranosuke," He said, not really used to calling him by his first name. He had heard stories about these sorts of places and figured that if the nurse knew he could call his friend by his first name, there was no real reason not to trust him.
"Kenya", Shiraishi said with a smile, even though hearing a first name confused him at first. Of course, it would give a better impression for the nurse that accompanied him. Better be safe than sorry, or so they said. After seeing that Shiraishi was comfortable, the nurse left the two of them alone. Shiraishi looked at Kenya calmly and then smiled with a more sadder tone. "It's nice to see you again... and sorry that our reunion has to be in a place like this." After saying that he unconsciously made sure that his arm wouldn't be seen.
Kenya just shook his head and smiled, stepping closer to his friend. "'s no problem at all, Shiraishi," he said, stopping a couple of feet away from him and holding up his arms. "Do I ge' a hug? Or is buchou too cool f'r it?" The younger Oshitari cousin had never done well with sadder or more serious situations, so he would often try and find a way to lighten the mood, if only for himself, to make it just a little easier to talk about things.
Shiraishi laughed a bit and then moved closer to Kenya to give him a hug. "Even if I'd be cool, I'd still hug you. Even the cool kids do it, you know", he said with a more relaxed voice.
Kenya grinned and wrapped his arms around his friend in a tight hug but didn't let go immediately. "Ya scared me," he said quietly as he closed his eyes. The grin fell from his lips into a slight frown and he tightened his hold just a little, just to make sure that Shiraishi really was there. "Really scared me..."
Shiraishi listened to his friend’s words and closed his eyes, too. It felt good to be hugged, yet he felt also sad because of the situation they were in. "I'm sorry", he said with a shaky voice. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to scare or worry anyone."
Kenya didn't say anything for a moment, breathing out shakily as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Normally it wasn't hard, but when situations arose that included his friends, he felt fragile and weak. "Will ya... tell me abou' it?" He asked quietly, still not pulling away. "Tell me what happened?"
"I will, if you want to know. I don't... I don't want to hide anything. Repeat the same mistake again", Shiraishi said after a few moments of thinking. Ever since the comments, Shiraishi had been thinking if he had told too much at the same time. Somehow it felt like he had, but it was better this way... right?
Kenya gave a short nod before slowly pulling away, resting his hands on Shiraishi's shoulders. "I wanna know," he said, his voice still barely above a whisper.
Shiraishi nodded. "Want to sit down before that? The bed is comfortable to sit on, but there's also a few chairs in the room." Usually the chairs were quite near, but Shiraishi had recently moved them because he had thought they were in the way. And redecorating had helped with his boredom a bit.
"Th' bed'll do," Kenya said. The Oshitari wasn't a clingy person by nature, but he did need to have people around him; within arm's reach, especially if there was a serious matter to be discussed at hand.
"Alright", Shiraishi replied and then calmly sat down on the bed, leaving room for Kenya to sit. "You'll just have to wait a bit... I have no idea where to start talking", he admitted. He had talked about it with many sorts of people... but starting to talk about it had always been difficult.
Kenya took a seat beside him and gave a short nod, not saying anything. He had no idea what Shiraishi was going through or how he felt, but what he knew of it... It didn't surprise him that it would be hard to talk about.
"I started feeling depressed after junior high ended. You know, after Shitenhouji was no more? Sure, I went to same school with most of you and Kintarou and Zaizen were close for me to meet, but it didn't feel the same anymore", Shiraishi started, keeping his voice somewhat in shape. "Then I just started gradually feeling worse and school work piled up and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I tried to focus my mind on tennis, help myself relax with yoga... they helped for a while. But only for a while." It was hard to talk about it when he knew he had made the mistake of not telling on time. "I didn't want to worry anyone because of my thoughts so I kept them away... and then I needed to find a way to help myself. A wrong way." Shiraishi touched his left arm slightly. Normally there were bandages on it, but right now his wounds were covered with a big bandaid because of what had happened a while ago. They didn't want to but bandages over it, so they had thought of another way.
Kenya cast a glance to Shiraishi's arm but found he couldn't look at it long, quickly looking away again to look at his friend's face. He didn't say anything for a moment, unable to think of something to say, and instead shifted closer and wrapped his arms around Shiraishi's shoulders, hugging him tightly again. "Shiraishi..." he mumbled softly, squeezing just a little.
Shiraishi was shaking a little, but the hug calmed him down again. "I'm sorry... I'm stupid."
"Yeah," Kenya mumbled quietly. "Ya are." He didn't let go, taking a moment to just think everything again and try to not let his emotions get the better of him because dammit, he was not going to cry over this and he was suddenly really wishing he had Gogo with him because he could never cry if he had her. "But, everythin's better now... right?" His voice shook a little as he spoke. "Ya aren’ gonna keep bein’ stupid and not tell us things, right?"
Shiraishi nodded slightly. "Yeah. I won't keep anything from my friends anymore... well, not from you, Senri or Atobe, but others.. not too sure. There are a few who know about this, but not the whole story and I don't really want to worry them more than I have", he said and sighed. "Even though I'm causing trouble to you tree, aren't I? You're just the only ones I can fully trust right now. You three and my sisters, since my parents... let's just not talk about that." Of course he trusted Sakuno fully, too, but he hadn't told her everything. It wasn't time to tell her yet. Maybe after he'd get a lot better, but not now.
"I's no trouble," Kenya mumbled, finally letting go and sitting back slightly, thought his hand lingered on Shiraishi's shoulder. "I'm just glad you're okay." He really was, even if his voice was so week. The last comment caught his attention and a curious Kenya always overrides every other type of Kenya. "Things are... ba’ between you and them, right? How bad...?"
"Uhm", Shiraishi shifted uncomfortably. Parents. That wasn't his favourite subject. "I just don't really want to go to them about my situation. We don't talk about it alot, because I find it hard to talk with them... about these kind of things. Especially with dad, who thinks I'm delusional..."
"Ya dad's an asshole," It was stated simply and confidently, even though the one who had said it looked like he was about to burst into tears any moment. Which he was. But he refused to let anything go. He was going to be strong and be there for his friend. "Jus’ forget ‘em. Ya have me. Ya have Chitose and Atobe and everyone else here t’ be ya family. We'll look after ya and help ya and everythin’ no matter what. Friends are the family ya choose, right?" By the time he had finished talking, his voice was small, barely above a whisper, and a solitary tear rolled down his cheek.
"... Kenya." The name was only thing Shiraishi was able to say for a while. After watching his friend for a while he took a tissue from his night table and gave it to Kenya. "I... thank you. Really, thank you." Crying wasn't so far away from him either, but somehow he was able to hold it inside. He wasn't really trying, but it was sort of automatic to keep it away.
Kenya took the tissue with a mumbled thanks and dabbed his eye slightly before rubbing over his eyes with his arm. He breathed slowly, avoiding looking at Shiraishi for a few more minutes before lifting his head and giving him a wide grin. "I's wha’ I'm here for," he said before letting his grin lessen into a smile. "Ya better be ou’ by my birthday, Shiraishi. Ya can't miss out on cake."
Shiraishi laughed a bit. "I wouldn't want to miss it. So I'll do my best." He would most probably miss White day, but he wasn't certainly going to skip on his friends's birthday. "I need to get back to school anyway... at this rate I'm repeating a year. Actually, I've missed so much it wouldn't be a miracle:" Somehow he missed it... well, not the school work itself, but things surrounding it. Like seeing friends more often and having yoga sessions with Sakuno and An... and all that. "But I'll definitely come back soon."
"Ya better," Kenya scolded playfully, having pulled himself completely out of his slightly more depressed mood. "But if ya aren't... I'll bring ya cake so ya can feel like ya were there at least." No birthday was complete if his friends weren't there with him.
"I'll treat you a dinner if I'm not back for your birthday. That's a promise", Shiraishi said with a more confident smile. There was still time to recover and with his friends' support it would be possible. He just needed to keep looking straight forward.
"Alrigh’~" Kenya leaned forward to wrap his arms tightly around his friend, grinning even wider. He was glad he had pulled the conversation away from where it had been earlier, even if he had asked for it. "If ya need anything... ever... just call me. Even during class or the middle of the night."
Shiraishi places his hands on Kenya's back and kept smiling. He was glad Kenya was there, near him. Friends were important and he had many wonderful ones. And once he would get better he would help his friends in return. "I will.... thank you." One day things would be better again.