[LOG] Spy fish upgrade
Characters: Niou and Fuji
Location: Oishi / Atobe / Tezuka room
Time: May 20th
Rating: PG
Summary: Niou and Fuji install a spy fish.... again.
On returning from the mailroom, Fuji took the stairs up the Senior Dormitory two at a time, the box he had just collected cradled carefully against his chest. Stopping in front of Niou’s bedroom door, he tapped gently.
After walking past some weird froofy things belonging to Mizuki, Niou opened the door to see who was there and smiled when he saw his favourite co-conspirator and friend. “A present for me?” Niou asked, resting an arm against the door frame and crossing his legs in what would be a pretty cool pose if it weren’t for the giraffe kigurumi he was currently wearing.
Fuji eyed the outfit appreciatively and felt the attire was perfectly suited for the job he had in mind. “For Oishi,” he said, blue cerulean flashing in his face for the briefest moment in what might have been construed as an evil smile, if one were disposed to think so ill of the pair of students involved.
Naturally, one wouldn’t.
“It is a new aquarium eco explorer,” Fuji added, pulling back the brown paper cover so Niou could see the box.
“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Niou asked peering down at the box. It looked to be a new and improved little fishy spy cam to play in Oishi’s tank. One that would see more than vague images beyond the glass.
But if Fuji didn’t trust his boyfriend or the resident superhero to be good while confined to close quarters Niou wasn’t going to point it out. At least not before the mischief was had. He’d hate to miss out just because Fuji was mad at him.
“Politically correct term,” Fuji said with his usual smile. “Nobody likes to be labelled by their job.” He leaned against the doorframe, looking down the empty corridor towards the bedroom Oishi shared with Tezuka and Atobe. He had picked a time when he knew the three occupants would be absent but that did leave one other problem. “Saa....,” he said casually. “I may have picked a time when no one is home.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Niou said looking in the direction of the room also before sliding back into his own room and leaving the door open so Fuji could follow. “Would you like someone to be home for you?” Once inside the room, he shifted into Oishi, an easy shift considering the guy had been his roommate for a year and he had got to know his dimensions very well.
Fuji’s smile widened as he stepped into the bedroom, letting the door click shut to hide them from prying eyes. “I feel the giraffe isn’t really Oishi,” he admitted, his eyes critically taking in his friend and partner-in-crime in the yellow decked outfit. His eyes lifted to meet Oishi’s green ones. “Ne... but it would suit Keigo well.”
“Not Tezuka?” Niou said changing into Tezuka next and adopting a few odd poses in this form for Fuji’s viewing pleasure.
It was website material right there. Fuji’s hand itched to drop the spy fish, whip out his camera and have the headlines “Furry fetish for superhero” up by dinner time. Yet, the photo would be forged (however cleverly) and Fuji knew the big, irrepressible draw to his site was that it was all genuine material, if slightly unfairly headlined. “Perhaps Tezuka bending over keyholes by me would attract more attention,” he pointed out. Though frankly it would pay him back for the incident at New Years. Not that Fuji hadn’t already paid Tezuka back for that with his own fansite, but revenge was the gift that kept on giving.
“Atobe it is then,” Niou said shifting easily to Atobe. He had long ago perfected the other man’s form in the early days of playing with Sakaki. “Just remember that I’m the fake one and try not to make out with me.” He gave a teasing wink and then posed some more. Not that he was averse to Fuji kisses. But if he was getting them, he wanted them for himself, not because he looked like Atobe.
If Fuji noticed the ease in which Niou took Atobe’s form, he said nothing but instead appraised his giraffe covered boyfriend in appreciation. It was ridiculous. It was cute. It was hot. Hmm.... that could be a problem. Giving Niou one look to make it clear he was absolutely thinking about it, Fuji opened Niou’s door and scanned the still empty corridor. “Shall we, my concubine?”
The look shot his way was one Niou could appreciate and would normally encourage but not while he was Atobe. “Hoping for a harem of Atobes now?” Niou asked a bit disturbed by the thought. He could admit that Atobe was easy on the eyes when he wasn’t wearing something ridiculous but he had the personality of an ice cube. “I’m sure it’s what everyone wishes for, ahn?” Niou said in his best arrogant drawl as he channeled his inner diva. If anyone did by chance happen to walk by they would just assume Atobe and Fuji were up to their, by now, usual banter.
But before they ventured into the hall, Niou opened his desk drawer and slid a small pouch from there into one of his deep pockets in his giraffe costume.
“You confuse dreams and dreads, Kei,” Fuji said with a chuckle, walking down the hallway to Atobe’s door and casually leaning against the wall to block anyone’s view of the lock if they came up the main staircase.
“I believe you’re the confused one. Dread would be a harem full of Fujis. I assure you, one is more than enough,” Niou said as he casually slid the pouch out and collected the tools he’d need. This would not be the first dorm lock he had picked and likely would not be the last. Even though he had gotten unlocking dorm rooms down to a fine art, Niou rarely bothered. There were often better places to poke around in and the hassle of avoiding people while he worked wasn’t usually worth it. But with Fuji helping with his cover and a plan for mischief, Niou found himself quite enjoying cracking this lock.
Niou gave the hall a quick glance as he worked the two picks in the lock. It would just take a couple more wiggles, a jiggle and twisty turn and they should be in.
“Saa..... it might be too much for you to handle,” Fuji said as he let Niou wiggle around below him. “And I would be sorry to search for another play toy so soon.” There was a soft click beside him. Really, no one could deny that Niou was good. Oh so very good.
Niou let out a small laugh and shook his head. “Oh Shu, you’re mistaken. You’re the toy.” Niou slid the tools back in a pocket and turned the handle. He pushed the door fully open and gestured for Fuji to head in first.
Knowing Niou’s opinion of his relationship, Fuji briefly wondered if Niou was still play acting with his last comment. He looked into the slate grey eyes as he passed, amused to see the very different person looking back out of those sharply familiar features. Pausing briefly, he kissed him on the nose. “Puri,” he told him and entred the room.
Oishi’s fish tank sat by the wall opposite his bed, the little hospital tank next to it for fishy A&E. Ideally, Fuji would have repositioned it more centrally in the room but perhaps that would cause even Tezuka to question his motives. Looking through the glass, Fuji saw Spy Fish I motoring in a slow circle near the gravel. It needed a new battery. “Retirement time,” Fuji told it as he used a small net to gently lift the robotic fish free.
Niou blinked a little at the kiss and hearing his catch phrase from Fuji before laughing. If they ever kept track of petty things like points, that one would definitely go to Fuji.
Niou shut and locked the door behind him as he came in and then flopped onto Atobe’s bed since it was, for the moment, his as well. “Poor Spy Fish the first. What are you going to do with him? You can’t flush him like a normal fish,” Niou said waving at the fish from the far bed. He supposed he missed the fish a little now that Oishi was no longer his roommate. Though the lack of fish in his room did mean that more of Atsushi’s focu remained on him and not watching potential prey swim in circles.
Fuji looked at the little robot, now sitting in his hand. “It will be a spare,” he concluded, as if having a back up spy fish was entirely appropriate. Perhaps if they started broadcasting ‘The Tezuka Show’ live from the bedroom but Fuji would have to check the bandwidths restrictions on his new site first. Never let it be said he did not learn from experience. “Unless Atsushi-kun would enjoy it?” he asked Niou, offering out the fish.
“He does like the one he got at Christmas. But not sure he’ll trust you not to spy on him and his roomies with it,” Niou said with a shrug. He was sure Fuji and him could find a better use for it if given a little time to plot mischief.
Since Atsushi was not the deep concealing type, Fuji doubted he would learn much through Spy Fish I but then --if he did-- he might never recover. So in the interests of mental sanity all around, Fuji dried the spy fish on the edge of an apron on Atobe’s third of the room and slipped it into his pocket. Then he turned his attention to the box.
Spy Fish the Second was larger than its predecessor and with more prominent eyes, reflecting the larger camera inside its body. Fuji slid its casing aside and loaded in the battery, causing the flexible tail to flick and the eyes turn in their mechanical sockets. As a first experiment, Fuji dropped it into the smaller hospital tank and watch it zip around the interior.
Niou leaned forward on the bed to get a bit of a better look as Fuji tossed the fish into the smaller tank. “Zippy,” He commented helpfully. “Too bad you didn’t bring your laptop. We could’ve tested out the quality.” They could check it out when they returned but it’d just be an empty room and by the time someone came back to test it properly it would be too difficult to change things on the fish if needed.
Fuji smiled and withdrew his phone from his pocket. “Upgrade in software,” he said in explanation and loaded up the ip address that should connect him to the fish. Sitting beside Niou on Atobe’s bed, he waited for the screen to load...
… and produce a distinct, albeit it slightly fuzzy, picture of the pair of them.
“Ohhh nice,” Niou said and leaned in close to look at them on the little screen. He gave the spy fish a wave in the tank as he looked down at the screen. Not bad. “Very impressive. Move over to Tezuka’s bed and you could start making home videos.” He gave a wink before standing and moving over to jump onto Tezuka’s bed, bouncing around as he messed up the comforter.
As Fuji watched Atobe roll over Tezuka’s bed he felt a flush of irritation, even knowing that his boyfriend was not truly in the room. As Niou rolled over, a teletubbie forced its way from out under the bed and and peered up at him over the side of the crushed blankets.
When Niou caught sight of the startling and horrifying teletubbie, his eyes started to glow and Atobe’s charm point swapped places with his own for a moment before Atobe’s form once more solidified. Proof that his somewhat dubious training with Sakaki had indeed been effective. “I’d rather roll around with you instead of this guy,” Niou said as he moved a pillow over to block its view.
Fuji watched as Niou’s true form briefly flashed under Atobe’s before disappearing. That was no good and rather suggested that Niou had far too much practice taking his boyfriend’s form. That was even less good and frankly, more disturbing than the teletubbie currently peaking around the pillow. Steps would have to be taken to even out such creepiness.
Ghostly hands reached up and curled around the pillow Niou was using as a visual barrier. As they did, seven more Teletubbies (the most powerfully magical number) rose from where they’d been apparently stuffed under the mattress and converged on Niou.
Fuji waited until Niou’s attention was hooked and then rolled into the mix, scattering teletubbies and pillows in all directions and giving Niou a push off the bed to his teletubbie doom.
Niou gave a rather unmanly yelp as several more teletubbies appeared and started converging on him. But it was Fuji’s sudden appearance and the push off the bed that he finally dropped Atobe’s form and was once more his usual self. He gave another yelp as he landed on the floor before bursting out into loud laughter. “Cheater!”
Eyes mainly closed in a wide smile peered over at Niou from the spot he now dominated on the covers. Mission accomplished. “You are too good at being my boyfriend, Niou,” Fuji told him. “You might forget your true body.” When put like that, Fuji had practically done him a favour.
“Being Atobe’s easy.” Niou may not want to admit it, but their build and colouring was similar enough that Atobe was one of the easiest people at the school to maintain. It also helped that he shifted into Atobe for a fair number of sessions with Sakaki but that aspect was definitely on the do not share with anyone list. “I think you’re the one who will forget. Too tempted to kiss me, huh?” Niou asked as he pushed down his hoodie that was all askew. He gave Fuji a playful smile and reached up to grab his wrist though he didn’t try to pull Fuji onto the floor with him. At least not yet.
“Always,” Fuji told him casually. They had been close friends for too long for him not to trust Niou’s intention, even when his posture suggested he would be dragged to the floor and mauled at any moment. Not that such an event wouldn’t be exciting and for back up... there were plenty more teletubbies where those 8 had come from. “But the wrath of Atsushi is enough to still even my thundering emotions.” He reached down to touch finger trips with Niou. “How are things with you two?”
It was a curiosity. Fuji hadn’t thought Niou would approach anything close to a monogamous relationship this side of graduation. That was of course one of the main two reasons why their own friendship had never blossomed further. Niou was an open house kind of guy. Fuji had thought that someone would eventually tie Niou into something more steady, he just hadn’t thought it would be a mild mannered --if somewhat insatiable-- cat boy.
“We’re good. And you only have to worry about his wrath if you try stealing his meat,” Niou said speaking from experience. And he didn’t think Fuji could employ the same tricks and charms Niou had to escape such wrath. “Besides, if you’re worried about being mauled, you should worry about me.” That being the only warning, Niou jumped up onto the bed, pushing Fuji down and straddling him before trying to tickle him senseless.
For someone who had never actually bedded him, Niou knew Fuji’s sensitive areas too well. Twisting, Fuji tried to catch Niou’s hands but failed and in the end managed to splutter out one word, “Tezuka.”
Niou glanced to the side long enough to make sure the superhero hadn’t magically appeared and then grinned back down at Fuji. He gave him a few more strategic tickles before stopping. “Is that the name you normally call out while under someone on a bed?” Niou asked teasingly as he leaned in close to Fuji’s face.
Taking advantage of Niou’s momentary lapse in concentration, Fuji caught his legs around Niou’s hips and --as the other teen lent over him-- flipped them over so he was looking down at the giraffe clad teen. “Only on Wednesdays,” he replied. Completely untrue but there was always that small risk it might be a name he’d hear while wrapped in sheets. “Can you try him on for size?” His eyes flicked back towards the fish cam. It was always good to make sure they had the perfect fit.
Niou blinked up at Fuji from his new position under him and then nodded. “As you wish,” He said before closing his eyes a moment as he shifted into Tezuka. He didn’t have the glasses but he figured if Tezuka was in bed like this and still wearing them, he was doing something wrong. He wrapped his arms around Fuji and looked over toward the tank expecting Fuji to check the stream on his phone. “And what does Atobe think about your Wednesday slip ups?” Niou couldn’t help but wonder if Atobe ever had his own slipups. Especially since Atobe couldn’t even rely on a mental filter some days.
“His slip-ups are on Thursdays,” Fuji replied serenely. Also untrue to date, otherwise there would be only a single bed in this room and Oishi would probably never use it. Taking his cue from Niou’s expectant look, he slipped out of his hold to pick up his phone, only to find it had slipped to the floor in the scuffle. He reached to retrieve it, taking in the delightful picture of Tezuka looking dishevelled and utterly unrepentant beneath a pair of legs that looked like they could have led anywhere. “You look good,” he told Niou, showing him the phone picture.
“Come on up and share,” Niou said as he winked at the spy fish. He wondered if the quality was good enough for Fuji to make it on the small screen of his phone.
Fuji grinned as Tezuka gave him a most uncharacteristic wink on his phone. Ah, but it was a shame he could not use such material on the website. Tezuka should be delighted by Fuji’s morals.
Leaning down, Fuji propped his chin on Niou’s chest, turning his head to look at the tank. It was a squeeze to be sure, but the fish could make them both out as they lay sprawled on the messy sheets. “Tezuka never looked so good,” Fuji commented.
“The clothes... and company, really do make the man,” Niou said in his most sagely voice as he wrapped an arm back around Fuji, his fingers toying lightly with Fuji’s hair. “Hey, Shuu, is this just random fun or something more?” Niou left the question vague enough so Fuji could answer truthfully if he wished to or evade it skillfully if it was something he didn’t want to talk about, even with him.
Fuji didn’t answer at first, his eyes straying to where the spy fish came floating around in its tank, giving their forms and the pillows on Oishi’s bed equal recorded love. What did he expect to see through the fish eye camera? Tezuka leaping wantonly on Atobe, limbs akimbo and shirt buttons popping off? That very image would almost make the resulting consequences worthwhile. Almost. Fuji knew though, that Atobe liked him. He felt it every time their eyes met and each time his barbs slid off Atobe’s skin to be replaced by a threat involving his own demise. He did not truly think the erstwhile heir planned to elope with the superhero, but there were other … factors. Fuji’s face briefly tightened as he thought of Sakaki. Then he pictured his head on a spike and his normal smile returned. “Saa....,” he said thoughtfully. “It is fun and … insurance.” Consolation prizes always had their uses.
Niou carded his fingers through Fuji’s soft hair and gave him a wink, wanting to break the slight heaviness that had settled down on them. Clearly Fuji had his doubts even if he was doing his best to ignore them. And like a good friend should, Niou decided to respect that well enough for now. “With the snow melting, it’s grave digging season again....” Grave digging at midnight with Fuji was always a fun past time, even if he was the one who always ended up doing most of the hard labour.
Fuji stretched out cat-like across Niou with a relaxed smile. “Summer does bring the best hobbies,” he agreed. They could dig one for Sakaki, one for Mizuki and a few spares for people Fuji couldn’t decide if they should live or die. Such as Yukimura. “Do you think Tezuka would be upset if he found us asleep on his bed?”
Niou considered the question and gave a small chuckle. “It’d probably be a little weird finding himself and you cuddled up on his bed. Do you think he’d react better to finding Oishi and you or Atobe and you on his bed?” There was also the option of himself and Fuji but since his boyfriend was no longer Tezuka’s roommate he really didn’t have a legitimate excuse to be hanging out in his room anymore. “Or we could switch beds.” Not that he was in a rush to move. Fuji’s weight on him felt nice and he liked these quiet moments where they could relax and plot evil.
“There is a high chance he would just leave and hope that life made more sense when he returned,” Fuji commented although really Tezuka should have learnt by now that odd things rarely went away at RAGS. He contemplated both Oishi and Atobe. Really, both had merit. Oishi because it was unexpected and there was the delightful possibility Tezuka might bring the topic up with the real Oishi in the future (all captured beautifully on spy fish TV), but on the other hand, Atobe would rather drive the point home. It would be unfortunate if Tezuka thought his and Atobe’s relationship was open. It would fill up Yukimura’s grave for one and Tezuka was taller. “We’d have to decapitate,” Fuji remarked, closing his eyes.
“Messy work,” Niou said not positive who Fuji was wishing to decapitate but he could hazard a guess since Tezuka was fairly tall. “Maybe Miyuki would be so shocked if we showed her the body she would turn him to ashes....” They’d have to figure out what to do with Miyuki after that, but maybe a bash on the head or Inui juice would make her forget.
“You’d put a little girl through that, Niou?” Fuji wasn’t concerned enough to crack and eye open. “I at least make a clean job of it.” Well OK, Niou had just pointed out the decapitation wouldn’t be clean and then there was the whole dragging the body into the woods part but at least the victim wasn’t put through a lifetime of trauma.
On consideration, that was disappointing. Fuji wondered if Niou could be persuaded to bury Sakaki alive.
“Why not? She won’t be a little girl forever,” Niou countered. He thought his idea was wonderfully convenient and clean. Not that he suspected Fuji cared since he wouldn’t be the one decapitating bodies or dragging them around. “Or we could just dig a longer grave.... “ Less fun but more practical... especially with the bear population still in decline.
It was a good point. Everyone had to grow up sometime. Except perhaps Yuuta. No one would be showing him decapitated corpses. Especially the ones chopped up for his own protection. It was true about the bears to although.... “... the twins eat raw meat, ne?”
“They prefer cooked meat,” Niou said. Though he knew that when they weren’t feeling in complete control of their feline side that they could happily take down a bear for fun and for food. “Why do you ask?” He hoped Fuji didn’t want to feed Tezuka to the twins. They were oddly fond of the superhero.
Fuji smiled, his eyes still closed. “Easier than digging graves.”
“Stop trying to feed my boyfriend weird things,” Niou said as he let his own eyes close. One hand was still moving gently through Fuji’s hair while the other rested on the small of his back. It would be easy to fall into ear scratching type petting habits he used with the twins but he knew quite well he was with Fuji and kept his hands moving in a way that was quite different than how he would move them for the cat shifters.
“Atsushi likes the things I cook,” Fuji pointed out. So those things had been wasabi cup cakes not dead bodies but once chewed up, was there really a difference? As he felt himself fall into a light doze he supposed there was only one way to find out what the occupants of the room would think of their latest addition.
Location: Oishi / Atobe / Tezuka room
Time: May 20th
Rating: PG
Summary: Niou and Fuji install a spy fish.... again.
On returning from the mailroom, Fuji took the stairs up the Senior Dormitory two at a time, the box he had just collected cradled carefully against his chest. Stopping in front of Niou’s bedroom door, he tapped gently.
After walking past some weird froofy things belonging to Mizuki, Niou opened the door to see who was there and smiled when he saw his favourite co-conspirator and friend. “A present for me?” Niou asked, resting an arm against the door frame and crossing his legs in what would be a pretty cool pose if it weren’t for the giraffe kigurumi he was currently wearing.
Fuji eyed the outfit appreciatively and felt the attire was perfectly suited for the job he had in mind. “For Oishi,” he said, blue cerulean flashing in his face for the briefest moment in what might have been construed as an evil smile, if one were disposed to think so ill of the pair of students involved.
Naturally, one wouldn’t.
“It is a new aquarium eco explorer,” Fuji added, pulling back the brown paper cover so Niou could see the box.
“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Niou asked peering down at the box. It looked to be a new and improved little fishy spy cam to play in Oishi’s tank. One that would see more than vague images beyond the glass.
But if Fuji didn’t trust his boyfriend or the resident superhero to be good while confined to close quarters Niou wasn’t going to point it out. At least not before the mischief was had. He’d hate to miss out just because Fuji was mad at him.
“Politically correct term,” Fuji said with his usual smile. “Nobody likes to be labelled by their job.” He leaned against the doorframe, looking down the empty corridor towards the bedroom Oishi shared with Tezuka and Atobe. He had picked a time when he knew the three occupants would be absent but that did leave one other problem. “Saa....,” he said casually. “I may have picked a time when no one is home.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Niou said looking in the direction of the room also before sliding back into his own room and leaving the door open so Fuji could follow. “Would you like someone to be home for you?” Once inside the room, he shifted into Oishi, an easy shift considering the guy had been his roommate for a year and he had got to know his dimensions very well.
Fuji’s smile widened as he stepped into the bedroom, letting the door click shut to hide them from prying eyes. “I feel the giraffe isn’t really Oishi,” he admitted, his eyes critically taking in his friend and partner-in-crime in the yellow decked outfit. His eyes lifted to meet Oishi’s green ones. “Ne... but it would suit Keigo well.”
“Not Tezuka?” Niou said changing into Tezuka next and adopting a few odd poses in this form for Fuji’s viewing pleasure.
It was website material right there. Fuji’s hand itched to drop the spy fish, whip out his camera and have the headlines “Furry fetish for superhero” up by dinner time. Yet, the photo would be forged (however cleverly) and Fuji knew the big, irrepressible draw to his site was that it was all genuine material, if slightly unfairly headlined. “Perhaps Tezuka bending over keyholes by me would attract more attention,” he pointed out. Though frankly it would pay him back for the incident at New Years. Not that Fuji hadn’t already paid Tezuka back for that with his own fansite, but revenge was the gift that kept on giving.
“Atobe it is then,” Niou said shifting easily to Atobe. He had long ago perfected the other man’s form in the early days of playing with Sakaki. “Just remember that I’m the fake one and try not to make out with me.” He gave a teasing wink and then posed some more. Not that he was averse to Fuji kisses. But if he was getting them, he wanted them for himself, not because he looked like Atobe.
If Fuji noticed the ease in which Niou took Atobe’s form, he said nothing but instead appraised his giraffe covered boyfriend in appreciation. It was ridiculous. It was cute. It was hot. Hmm.... that could be a problem. Giving Niou one look to make it clear he was absolutely thinking about it, Fuji opened Niou’s door and scanned the still empty corridor. “Shall we, my concubine?”
The look shot his way was one Niou could appreciate and would normally encourage but not while he was Atobe. “Hoping for a harem of Atobes now?” Niou asked a bit disturbed by the thought. He could admit that Atobe was easy on the eyes when he wasn’t wearing something ridiculous but he had the personality of an ice cube. “I’m sure it’s what everyone wishes for, ahn?” Niou said in his best arrogant drawl as he channeled his inner diva. If anyone did by chance happen to walk by they would just assume Atobe and Fuji were up to their, by now, usual banter.
But before they ventured into the hall, Niou opened his desk drawer and slid a small pouch from there into one of his deep pockets in his giraffe costume.
“You confuse dreams and dreads, Kei,” Fuji said with a chuckle, walking down the hallway to Atobe’s door and casually leaning against the wall to block anyone’s view of the lock if they came up the main staircase.
“I believe you’re the confused one. Dread would be a harem full of Fujis. I assure you, one is more than enough,” Niou said as he casually slid the pouch out and collected the tools he’d need. This would not be the first dorm lock he had picked and likely would not be the last. Even though he had gotten unlocking dorm rooms down to a fine art, Niou rarely bothered. There were often better places to poke around in and the hassle of avoiding people while he worked wasn’t usually worth it. But with Fuji helping with his cover and a plan for mischief, Niou found himself quite enjoying cracking this lock.
Niou gave the hall a quick glance as he worked the two picks in the lock. It would just take a couple more wiggles, a jiggle and twisty turn and they should be in.
“Saa..... it might be too much for you to handle,” Fuji said as he let Niou wiggle around below him. “And I would be sorry to search for another play toy so soon.” There was a soft click beside him. Really, no one could deny that Niou was good. Oh so very good.
Niou let out a small laugh and shook his head. “Oh Shu, you’re mistaken. You’re the toy.” Niou slid the tools back in a pocket and turned the handle. He pushed the door fully open and gestured for Fuji to head in first.
Knowing Niou’s opinion of his relationship, Fuji briefly wondered if Niou was still play acting with his last comment. He looked into the slate grey eyes as he passed, amused to see the very different person looking back out of those sharply familiar features. Pausing briefly, he kissed him on the nose. “Puri,” he told him and entred the room.
Oishi’s fish tank sat by the wall opposite his bed, the little hospital tank next to it for fishy A&E. Ideally, Fuji would have repositioned it more centrally in the room but perhaps that would cause even Tezuka to question his motives. Looking through the glass, Fuji saw Spy Fish I motoring in a slow circle near the gravel. It needed a new battery. “Retirement time,” Fuji told it as he used a small net to gently lift the robotic fish free.
Niou blinked a little at the kiss and hearing his catch phrase from Fuji before laughing. If they ever kept track of petty things like points, that one would definitely go to Fuji.
Niou shut and locked the door behind him as he came in and then flopped onto Atobe’s bed since it was, for the moment, his as well. “Poor Spy Fish the first. What are you going to do with him? You can’t flush him like a normal fish,” Niou said waving at the fish from the far bed. He supposed he missed the fish a little now that Oishi was no longer his roommate. Though the lack of fish in his room did mean that more of Atsushi’s focu remained on him and not watching potential prey swim in circles.
Fuji looked at the little robot, now sitting in his hand. “It will be a spare,” he concluded, as if having a back up spy fish was entirely appropriate. Perhaps if they started broadcasting ‘The Tezuka Show’ live from the bedroom but Fuji would have to check the bandwidths restrictions on his new site first. Never let it be said he did not learn from experience. “Unless Atsushi-kun would enjoy it?” he asked Niou, offering out the fish.
“He does like the one he got at Christmas. But not sure he’ll trust you not to spy on him and his roomies with it,” Niou said with a shrug. He was sure Fuji and him could find a better use for it if given a little time to plot mischief.
Since Atsushi was not the deep concealing type, Fuji doubted he would learn much through Spy Fish I but then --if he did-- he might never recover. So in the interests of mental sanity all around, Fuji dried the spy fish on the edge of an apron on Atobe’s third of the room and slipped it into his pocket. Then he turned his attention to the box.
Spy Fish the Second was larger than its predecessor and with more prominent eyes, reflecting the larger camera inside its body. Fuji slid its casing aside and loaded in the battery, causing the flexible tail to flick and the eyes turn in their mechanical sockets. As a first experiment, Fuji dropped it into the smaller hospital tank and watch it zip around the interior.
Niou leaned forward on the bed to get a bit of a better look as Fuji tossed the fish into the smaller tank. “Zippy,” He commented helpfully. “Too bad you didn’t bring your laptop. We could’ve tested out the quality.” They could check it out when they returned but it’d just be an empty room and by the time someone came back to test it properly it would be too difficult to change things on the fish if needed.
Fuji smiled and withdrew his phone from his pocket. “Upgrade in software,” he said in explanation and loaded up the ip address that should connect him to the fish. Sitting beside Niou on Atobe’s bed, he waited for the screen to load...
… and produce a distinct, albeit it slightly fuzzy, picture of the pair of them.
“Ohhh nice,” Niou said and leaned in close to look at them on the little screen. He gave the spy fish a wave in the tank as he looked down at the screen. Not bad. “Very impressive. Move over to Tezuka’s bed and you could start making home videos.” He gave a wink before standing and moving over to jump onto Tezuka’s bed, bouncing around as he messed up the comforter.
As Fuji watched Atobe roll over Tezuka’s bed he felt a flush of irritation, even knowing that his boyfriend was not truly in the room. As Niou rolled over, a teletubbie forced its way from out under the bed and and peered up at him over the side of the crushed blankets.
When Niou caught sight of the startling and horrifying teletubbie, his eyes started to glow and Atobe’s charm point swapped places with his own for a moment before Atobe’s form once more solidified. Proof that his somewhat dubious training with Sakaki had indeed been effective. “I’d rather roll around with you instead of this guy,” Niou said as he moved a pillow over to block its view.
Fuji watched as Niou’s true form briefly flashed under Atobe’s before disappearing. That was no good and rather suggested that Niou had far too much practice taking his boyfriend’s form. That was even less good and frankly, more disturbing than the teletubbie currently peaking around the pillow. Steps would have to be taken to even out such creepiness.
Ghostly hands reached up and curled around the pillow Niou was using as a visual barrier. As they did, seven more Teletubbies (the most powerfully magical number) rose from where they’d been apparently stuffed under the mattress and converged on Niou.
Fuji waited until Niou’s attention was hooked and then rolled into the mix, scattering teletubbies and pillows in all directions and giving Niou a push off the bed to his teletubbie doom.
Niou gave a rather unmanly yelp as several more teletubbies appeared and started converging on him. But it was Fuji’s sudden appearance and the push off the bed that he finally dropped Atobe’s form and was once more his usual self. He gave another yelp as he landed on the floor before bursting out into loud laughter. “Cheater!”
Eyes mainly closed in a wide smile peered over at Niou from the spot he now dominated on the covers. Mission accomplished. “You are too good at being my boyfriend, Niou,” Fuji told him. “You might forget your true body.” When put like that, Fuji had practically done him a favour.
“Being Atobe’s easy.” Niou may not want to admit it, but their build and colouring was similar enough that Atobe was one of the easiest people at the school to maintain. It also helped that he shifted into Atobe for a fair number of sessions with Sakaki but that aspect was definitely on the do not share with anyone list. “I think you’re the one who will forget. Too tempted to kiss me, huh?” Niou asked as he pushed down his hoodie that was all askew. He gave Fuji a playful smile and reached up to grab his wrist though he didn’t try to pull Fuji onto the floor with him. At least not yet.
“Always,” Fuji told him casually. They had been close friends for too long for him not to trust Niou’s intention, even when his posture suggested he would be dragged to the floor and mauled at any moment. Not that such an event wouldn’t be exciting and for back up... there were plenty more teletubbies where those 8 had come from. “But the wrath of Atsushi is enough to still even my thundering emotions.” He reached down to touch finger trips with Niou. “How are things with you two?”
It was a curiosity. Fuji hadn’t thought Niou would approach anything close to a monogamous relationship this side of graduation. That was of course one of the main two reasons why their own friendship had never blossomed further. Niou was an open house kind of guy. Fuji had thought that someone would eventually tie Niou into something more steady, he just hadn’t thought it would be a mild mannered --if somewhat insatiable-- cat boy.
“We’re good. And you only have to worry about his wrath if you try stealing his meat,” Niou said speaking from experience. And he didn’t think Fuji could employ the same tricks and charms Niou had to escape such wrath. “Besides, if you’re worried about being mauled, you should worry about me.” That being the only warning, Niou jumped up onto the bed, pushing Fuji down and straddling him before trying to tickle him senseless.
For someone who had never actually bedded him, Niou knew Fuji’s sensitive areas too well. Twisting, Fuji tried to catch Niou’s hands but failed and in the end managed to splutter out one word, “Tezuka.”
Niou glanced to the side long enough to make sure the superhero hadn’t magically appeared and then grinned back down at Fuji. He gave him a few more strategic tickles before stopping. “Is that the name you normally call out while under someone on a bed?” Niou asked teasingly as he leaned in close to Fuji’s face.
Taking advantage of Niou’s momentary lapse in concentration, Fuji caught his legs around Niou’s hips and --as the other teen lent over him-- flipped them over so he was looking down at the giraffe clad teen. “Only on Wednesdays,” he replied. Completely untrue but there was always that small risk it might be a name he’d hear while wrapped in sheets. “Can you try him on for size?” His eyes flicked back towards the fish cam. It was always good to make sure they had the perfect fit.
Niou blinked up at Fuji from his new position under him and then nodded. “As you wish,” He said before closing his eyes a moment as he shifted into Tezuka. He didn’t have the glasses but he figured if Tezuka was in bed like this and still wearing them, he was doing something wrong. He wrapped his arms around Fuji and looked over toward the tank expecting Fuji to check the stream on his phone. “And what does Atobe think about your Wednesday slip ups?” Niou couldn’t help but wonder if Atobe ever had his own slipups. Especially since Atobe couldn’t even rely on a mental filter some days.
“His slip-ups are on Thursdays,” Fuji replied serenely. Also untrue to date, otherwise there would be only a single bed in this room and Oishi would probably never use it. Taking his cue from Niou’s expectant look, he slipped out of his hold to pick up his phone, only to find it had slipped to the floor in the scuffle. He reached to retrieve it, taking in the delightful picture of Tezuka looking dishevelled and utterly unrepentant beneath a pair of legs that looked like they could have led anywhere. “You look good,” he told Niou, showing him the phone picture.
“Come on up and share,” Niou said as he winked at the spy fish. He wondered if the quality was good enough for Fuji to make it on the small screen of his phone.
Fuji grinned as Tezuka gave him a most uncharacteristic wink on his phone. Ah, but it was a shame he could not use such material on the website. Tezuka should be delighted by Fuji’s morals.
Leaning down, Fuji propped his chin on Niou’s chest, turning his head to look at the tank. It was a squeeze to be sure, but the fish could make them both out as they lay sprawled on the messy sheets. “Tezuka never looked so good,” Fuji commented.
“The clothes... and company, really do make the man,” Niou said in his most sagely voice as he wrapped an arm back around Fuji, his fingers toying lightly with Fuji’s hair. “Hey, Shuu, is this just random fun or something more?” Niou left the question vague enough so Fuji could answer truthfully if he wished to or evade it skillfully if it was something he didn’t want to talk about, even with him.
Fuji didn’t answer at first, his eyes straying to where the spy fish came floating around in its tank, giving their forms and the pillows on Oishi’s bed equal recorded love. What did he expect to see through the fish eye camera? Tezuka leaping wantonly on Atobe, limbs akimbo and shirt buttons popping off? That very image would almost make the resulting consequences worthwhile. Almost. Fuji knew though, that Atobe liked him. He felt it every time their eyes met and each time his barbs slid off Atobe’s skin to be replaced by a threat involving his own demise. He did not truly think the erstwhile heir planned to elope with the superhero, but there were other … factors. Fuji’s face briefly tightened as he thought of Sakaki. Then he pictured his head on a spike and his normal smile returned. “Saa....,” he said thoughtfully. “It is fun and … insurance.” Consolation prizes always had their uses.
Niou carded his fingers through Fuji’s soft hair and gave him a wink, wanting to break the slight heaviness that had settled down on them. Clearly Fuji had his doubts even if he was doing his best to ignore them. And like a good friend should, Niou decided to respect that well enough for now. “With the snow melting, it’s grave digging season again....” Grave digging at midnight with Fuji was always a fun past time, even if he was the one who always ended up doing most of the hard labour.
Fuji stretched out cat-like across Niou with a relaxed smile. “Summer does bring the best hobbies,” he agreed. They could dig one for Sakaki, one for Mizuki and a few spares for people Fuji couldn’t decide if they should live or die. Such as Yukimura. “Do you think Tezuka would be upset if he found us asleep on his bed?”
Niou considered the question and gave a small chuckle. “It’d probably be a little weird finding himself and you cuddled up on his bed. Do you think he’d react better to finding Oishi and you or Atobe and you on his bed?” There was also the option of himself and Fuji but since his boyfriend was no longer Tezuka’s roommate he really didn’t have a legitimate excuse to be hanging out in his room anymore. “Or we could switch beds.” Not that he was in a rush to move. Fuji’s weight on him felt nice and he liked these quiet moments where they could relax and plot evil.
“There is a high chance he would just leave and hope that life made more sense when he returned,” Fuji commented although really Tezuka should have learnt by now that odd things rarely went away at RAGS. He contemplated both Oishi and Atobe. Really, both had merit. Oishi because it was unexpected and there was the delightful possibility Tezuka might bring the topic up with the real Oishi in the future (all captured beautifully on spy fish TV), but on the other hand, Atobe would rather drive the point home. It would be unfortunate if Tezuka thought his and Atobe’s relationship was open. It would fill up Yukimura’s grave for one and Tezuka was taller. “We’d have to decapitate,” Fuji remarked, closing his eyes.
“Messy work,” Niou said not positive who Fuji was wishing to decapitate but he could hazard a guess since Tezuka was fairly tall. “Maybe Miyuki would be so shocked if we showed her the body she would turn him to ashes....” They’d have to figure out what to do with Miyuki after that, but maybe a bash on the head or Inui juice would make her forget.
“You’d put a little girl through that, Niou?” Fuji wasn’t concerned enough to crack and eye open. “I at least make a clean job of it.” Well OK, Niou had just pointed out the decapitation wouldn’t be clean and then there was the whole dragging the body into the woods part but at least the victim wasn’t put through a lifetime of trauma.
On consideration, that was disappointing. Fuji wondered if Niou could be persuaded to bury Sakaki alive.
“Why not? She won’t be a little girl forever,” Niou countered. He thought his idea was wonderfully convenient and clean. Not that he suspected Fuji cared since he wouldn’t be the one decapitating bodies or dragging them around. “Or we could just dig a longer grave.... “ Less fun but more practical... especially with the bear population still in decline.
It was a good point. Everyone had to grow up sometime. Except perhaps Yuuta. No one would be showing him decapitated corpses. Especially the ones chopped up for his own protection. It was true about the bears to although.... “... the twins eat raw meat, ne?”
“They prefer cooked meat,” Niou said. Though he knew that when they weren’t feeling in complete control of their feline side that they could happily take down a bear for fun and for food. “Why do you ask?” He hoped Fuji didn’t want to feed Tezuka to the twins. They were oddly fond of the superhero.
Fuji smiled, his eyes still closed. “Easier than digging graves.”
“Stop trying to feed my boyfriend weird things,” Niou said as he let his own eyes close. One hand was still moving gently through Fuji’s hair while the other rested on the small of his back. It would be easy to fall into ear scratching type petting habits he used with the twins but he knew quite well he was with Fuji and kept his hands moving in a way that was quite different than how he would move them for the cat shifters.
“Atsushi likes the things I cook,” Fuji pointed out. So those things had been wasabi cup cakes not dead bodies but once chewed up, was there really a difference? As he felt himself fall into a light doze he supposed there was only one way to find out what the occupants of the room would think of their latest addition.