[RP Log] Saeki & Fuji
Date: July 28th, end of the evening, after part one, and part two.
Rating: PG... just to be safe
Summary: Can it really be the end if it never really began?
Fuji dreamt.
It was a day of hair weather; clear skies and gentle breeze. Which probably helped the sounds of explosions carry even further than they usually would. Simultaneously, as if planned, the cherry bombs went off in the boy’s bathroom on either side of the school. Laughing, the two boys ducked into the music room to hide one right after another, both choosing to hide behind the drums as if lead there by fate.
And he woke with a startle, the last part of the dream already forgotten.
"We're home." The engine cut and Saeki looked over across to the previously sleeping figure. The worry was still lingering in the back of his head, but he had managed to push most of it to the side on the car ride back to his apartment. At least while they had had company in the back seat. The analyst pulled the keys from the ignition and unbuckled the restraining belt, watching the spy out of the corner of his eye.
Fuji blinked lightly as he recollected his thoughts and unbuckled his own seatbelt. Opening the door to his side of the car, the spy let himself sit for a bit longer to let the feeling return to his legs before standing up and quietly closing the car door behind him.
Making sure to keep a look out for anything that might indicate a relapse, Saeki climbed out of his seat and moved around to Fuji's side of the car. He did not offer any help, merely stood there as an offer in it's own right, should the spy choose to take it. A press of a button and the car successfully locked them back into reality.
Ignoring the silent offer of aid, Fuji walked right past Saeki without even acknowledging his presence. The strides were slow but firm as the younger man went on ahead, not even once turning to make sure the other was following.
Saeki was not quite sure whether to be amused or annoyed at Fuji's actions, but the smile on his face indicated he was far more likely to chalk it down to 'just Fuji'. He followed obediently behind Fuji as they made their way up to his apartment, keeping half a step behind the spy at all times. His eyes drifted off to the side to give the illusion of not paying attention, but the subtle tensing of his shoulders told a completely different story.
The younger man silently removed his shoes and sat down on his usual place on the sofa, the one that was the farthest away from any windows. He watched Saeki closely with his eyes, waiting for the other to say what he wanted to say.
Toeing off his shoes at the door, Saeki made no effort to keep quiet, but he also made none to begin speaking either. Jacket was hung on the small rack and keys deposited in their usual location before he stepped into the main room. He took in Fuji's location on the couch and sat to the side in his armchair, facing the spy. Now comfortably situated, Saeki began.
"Better?"
A light casual nod.
Saeki sat forward, his elbows resting on his legs. "Fuji..." He trailed off, unsure of how exactly to begin. "... What happened up there?"
“Nothing you need to worry about.” Fuji’s smile was distant and skin deep as he lay back on the sofa.
Which caused the analyst's eyes to harden slightly. "You fainted. I'd say that's a cause for worry."
“It is not.” Fuji replied, waving away Saeki’s concern like an irritating fly.
Saeki was not deterred. "Name another time you've fainted, then, since it's nothing to worry about."
“My medical history is none of your concern.” The younger man crossed his legs in front of him. “Now please stop procrastinating.”
"It is when you start fainting on me." Saeki crossed his arms in response. "I'm not procrastinating."
"Fine, I'll find some where else to faint next time." Fuji stood up. "Are we finished?"
Saeki didn't move; he was closer to the door. He arched an eyebrow at the question. "I don't know, are we? You never did answer my question."
“Then you didn’t listen hard enough.” Fuji replied.
Dark blue eyes studied Fuji for a long time. Had he missed something? Or had his question truly been answered back on the rooftop? Either way, the one thing Saeki was completely sure of was that unless he stopped him now, there was a very high probability that the spy would walk right out that door and out of his life. "... Would you like me to?"
“That would be your choice.” The smile was even more distant. “And none of my concern.”
"Is it really?" Saeki gave Fuji a cold smile. "Would it be alright for me to simply pop over to your apartment later then? I mean, since you're so determined to be nice, casual friends?"
“You can pop in anywhere you wish to.” Fuji began to move to the door, he was not worried about that threat. No one, not even Tezuka, knew exactly where the spy lived.
True, Saeki had not a clue where Fuji actually lived, number-wise. But the analyst had a good idea about which neighborhood it rested in. Mainly from having spotted the other's motorcycle several times in passing. And as they say about all good ideas... "Oh good. That little coffee shop just around the corner from the place looked pleasant. Do you think I can get a wireless signal for my laptop there? Or should I just wait until I got to your apartment?"
Saeki stood, moving in between Fuji and the door.
The younger man looked up at Saeki as the analyst blocked his way once more. “Saeki, this is getting really redundant.” The spy said. “I answered your questions already.”
Saeki looked back, eyes revealing a whole lot of nothing. "You still won't tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing is wrong.” Fuji lowered his eyes as he sidestepped to avoid Saeki.
His feet carried him in front of Fuji once again, not allowing the spy to side step him twice. "Then why did you faint?"
“No particular reason.” The spy replied. “Would you please stop blocking me, Saeki-kun?”
"I don't believe that." The analyst crossed his arms once again. "No."
“What are you going to do then? Hold me prisoner?” Fuji chuckled almost provokingly.
"I don't mind if you don't." Saeki's smile was anything but warm.
“Unfortunately, unlike some other people, I don’t have time to sit here and entertain you for your amusement.”
A blink. "When did you become my entertainment?" If anything, it was the other way around.
“Now excuse me, Saeki-kun. I have work to get back to.” The younger man moved quickly to get around the analyst and headed for the door.
Unable to block Fuji, Saeki stepped back to stop the door from opening. "Wait. What entertainment?"
“Your entertainment.” Fuji said casually. “I’m tired of it.”
"I don't..." Saeki frowned. "You're not entertainment." His voice was firm.
Fuji chuckled good-naturedly. “Whatever you say, Saeki-kun. Now please move out of the way.”
Saeki looked incredulously at Fuji. He could not... the spy could not possibly think that he would... "You're not my entertainment, Fuji." He refused to budge.
“Yes, yes.” Fuji’s hand was on the doorknob. “Are you going to step out of the way before I start yelling or are you going to sexually assault me again like before?”
The analyst's eyes flashed and he dug his heels in harder. "Is that what you really think of me? Why didn't you say something earlier, then, and save us both the trouble?"
“Trouble?” Fuji laughed icily. “I’m actually troubling you? Pretty good for a second choice, I must say.”
"Yes, you're troubling me by actually believing that." Saeki replied just as coldly. "You've never been second choice, Fuji. That was my job."
“Fine, now if you are doing feeling sorry for yourself. I must get going.”
"I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I'm just telling you the truth. Or do I not even rank second? How about third? Or is that already occupied as well?" Saeki knew his anger was getting the better of him, but he couldn't help but forge onwards.
“And what part of what you just said wasn’t trying to pity yourself?” The spy smirked lightly, tucking several lose hair behind his ear.
"How is it pitying myself when it's the truth?"
“If you’ve persuaded yourself that is the truth.” Fuji shrugged. “How is that not pitying yourself?”
"How is that any less than what you've apparently done?" Eyes narrowed briefly. "Besides, that's one truth you keep refusing to admit."
“Done what?” Fuji smiled, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Somehow gotten the crazy idea in your head that you've only been my entertainment." Saeki's back pressed harder against the door.
“Crazy?” Fuji blinked in mock surprised. “Why, then all those times where you’ve only call me up when your girlfriend was unavailable must be just my imaginations then.”
"Is that what you thought?" Saeki had made a point not to do... anything while he was dating An, but that did not mean he had neglected Fuji... did it? Suddenly he wasn't quite sure. "She's not my girlfriend anymore, Fuji. She wasn't... She's not you. She'll never be you."
“Unless she gets a sex change surgery and a number of major modifications, no.” Fuji agreed. “No, can we finish this little charade already?”
"It's not a charade." Saeki's eyes grew sad, suddenly. "At least it wasn't to me."
“That sounds absolutely wonderful. It really does.” The young man’s words were sharp and cold. “Now only if that were the truth.”
"Since when have I ever lied to you?" The sadness retreating as another flare of anger emerged. "The only charade I see here is your attempt to sentence everything we... everything to merely 'entertainment'."
“Attempt? Or maybe it is?” Fuji smirked once more. “It was an brilliant plan, Saeki-kun, simply brilliant. Obtaining a girlfriend you could spend time with, yet you force me to stay and watch on. I must say it was a refreshing experience on my part too.”
Saeki wanted to wipe that smirk from Fuji's lips, but found himself unable to move. There were so many things he could say to that. He could deny it, that Fuji had not caught him red handed in the middle of a plan; he could agree and beg for forgiveness, but that would be admitting he saw Fuji as 'entertainment', which was dead wrong. Decisions, decisions.
"You're not second choice."
“No, you are right.” Fuji suddenly agreed with a friendly smile. “I’m not even a choice. I’m, after all, just entertainment.”
Fists tightened behind his back, against the door. "You're not entertainment! What the hell do I have to do to get that through your head?"
“Certainly not the way you chose.” The spy smirked lightly.
"Apparently not." Saeki scowled right back. "Enlighten me then. What do you want me to do? What would I have to do to get it through your thick skull that you've always been the one I'd choose?"
“I would imagine you have a thicker skull.” The spy shrugged, which was actually a proven fact.
Saeki rolled his eyes. "Don't."
"Don't what." Fuji stepped closer to Saeki, tone meant to provoke.
"Don't pull that. Not right now. Even this thick skull has its limits."
"You are telling me not to pull anything?" Fuji laughed coldly. "After what you pulled?"
"And the entire time I 'pulled' it, have I ever once lied to you?"
"You didn’t even need to lie." Fuji peered at the analyst with cold eyes. “Or rather, you didn’t even have a chance to lie.”
"You're right. I didn't need to. Because I can't. And I still won't." The older man shook his head. "Even though I've had plenty of chances, you made sure of that."
“If I hadn’t let you know that I knew what went on beforehand, who can say if you’d still be truthful?”
Saeki reeled slightly, "You really think I would have lied to you? Even now?"
"Wouldn’t you? The man who planned to use my own emotions against me?" Fuji smiled like a child in an candy store.
"Of course not! And how is that any different from what you've always done to me?" Saeki resisted the urge to bit his lip; he had not meant to say that.
Fuji’s brows arched lightly out of amusement. “So now you are pointing the finger at me?”
Saeki looked away, not willing to say anything more.
“Mature, real mature.” The spy chuckled once more. “Point your finger somewhere else. How about being responsible for your own actions for once?”
"How am I supposed to take responsibility if you refuse to believe anything I say?"
"Fine, I'll believe you." The smile on the younger man's face widened. "I'm the one that drove you to get a girlfriend that you can parade in front of me so you can hopefully watch me swallowed by my own jealousy and misery. You are the one at right, you are the personification of truth, and you are the embodiment of justice. How is that?"
"Wonderful, if only it had worked." The analyst sighed. "Or could work in the first place. I wasn't sure you would even care."
“Oh course, what a shame.” Fuji shook his head in mock sympathy. “May I leave now?”
"It is a shame. It's a shame that you'll never understand how I feel - how I've felt watching you all these years." He stepped to the side. "But at least now you may have gotten a taste. Who knows. Maybe the next time you convince someone to fall in love with you, you won't be nearly so tempted to treat them as second class citizens, there to do your bidding and pleasure."
“If I ever fall in love with someone.” The brunet replied as he walked forward to put on his shoes. “It certainly won’t be with someone who pity themselves so thoroughly.”
"They won't need to, will they? Because you'll have convinced them otherwise." Saeki leaned against the wall, arms crossed and watching Fuji. "That is, as you said, if you even fall in love with someone."
"Perhaps, and…" Fuji smiled. “Correct.”
"Man am I glad I don't need convincing, then. That would have been a hassle." Saeki's smile could have frozen half the volcanos in the Ring of Fire. "And do believe me when I say I wish you only the best of luck in the second part. It'd be good to give your heart away sometime so you can make good use of the collection you've gained so far."
“And you.” Fuji gave the analyst a wink. “I wish you luck in making good use of your own heart.”
"I would gladly do so, if I still had it." Saeki nodded and opened the door for the spy. "Take care on the way home, Fuji-san. It can get quite dangerous at night."
“Better take it back then.” Fuji chuckled as he toed his foot a few times before walking out the door. “Take care, Saeki-kun.” Without looking back or hesitating, the spy disappeared down the hallway. Humming a song lightly under his breath that both men were familiar with, and the sound lingered in the empty hall only a moment longer than the spy did.
"I don't want it back." The apartment door closed on Fuji's heels, the click of the door loud; final. He stood there for several long minutes, a passive expression on his face before it began to falter. Once, twice... and Saeki crumpled on the entryway floor.
The spy’s steps were light and casual until the spy reached his bike on the other side of the street from Saeki’s building, and it was only until he donned the helmet did he allow himself to look back. It was not that he didn’t understand the analyst’s feelings, but the circumstances simply did not allow them to reach the stage where the older man would want them to be. Not to mention… Fuji shook his head and gripped the handles of his bike tighter. He did what needed to be done, and he had no regrets… He hoped.
The spy was long gone before the sounds of a slow destruction could be heard eminating from the small apartment far above.
Rating: PG... just to be safe
Summary: Can it really be the end if it never really began?
Fuji dreamt.
It was a day of hair weather; clear skies and gentle breeze. Which probably helped the sounds of explosions carry even further than they usually would. Simultaneously, as if planned, the cherry bombs went off in the boy’s bathroom on either side of the school. Laughing, the two boys ducked into the music room to hide one right after another, both choosing to hide behind the drums as if lead there by fate.
And he woke with a startle, the last part of the dream already forgotten.
"We're home." The engine cut and Saeki looked over across to the previously sleeping figure. The worry was still lingering in the back of his head, but he had managed to push most of it to the side on the car ride back to his apartment. At least while they had had company in the back seat. The analyst pulled the keys from the ignition and unbuckled the restraining belt, watching the spy out of the corner of his eye.
Fuji blinked lightly as he recollected his thoughts and unbuckled his own seatbelt. Opening the door to his side of the car, the spy let himself sit for a bit longer to let the feeling return to his legs before standing up and quietly closing the car door behind him.
Making sure to keep a look out for anything that might indicate a relapse, Saeki climbed out of his seat and moved around to Fuji's side of the car. He did not offer any help, merely stood there as an offer in it's own right, should the spy choose to take it. A press of a button and the car successfully locked them back into reality.
Ignoring the silent offer of aid, Fuji walked right past Saeki without even acknowledging his presence. The strides were slow but firm as the younger man went on ahead, not even once turning to make sure the other was following.
Saeki was not quite sure whether to be amused or annoyed at Fuji's actions, but the smile on his face indicated he was far more likely to chalk it down to 'just Fuji'. He followed obediently behind Fuji as they made their way up to his apartment, keeping half a step behind the spy at all times. His eyes drifted off to the side to give the illusion of not paying attention, but the subtle tensing of his shoulders told a completely different story.
The younger man silently removed his shoes and sat down on his usual place on the sofa, the one that was the farthest away from any windows. He watched Saeki closely with his eyes, waiting for the other to say what he wanted to say.
Toeing off his shoes at the door, Saeki made no effort to keep quiet, but he also made none to begin speaking either. Jacket was hung on the small rack and keys deposited in their usual location before he stepped into the main room. He took in Fuji's location on the couch and sat to the side in his armchair, facing the spy. Now comfortably situated, Saeki began.
"Better?"
A light casual nod.
Saeki sat forward, his elbows resting on his legs. "Fuji..." He trailed off, unsure of how exactly to begin. "... What happened up there?"
“Nothing you need to worry about.” Fuji’s smile was distant and skin deep as he lay back on the sofa.
Which caused the analyst's eyes to harden slightly. "You fainted. I'd say that's a cause for worry."
“It is not.” Fuji replied, waving away Saeki’s concern like an irritating fly.
Saeki was not deterred. "Name another time you've fainted, then, since it's nothing to worry about."
“My medical history is none of your concern.” The younger man crossed his legs in front of him. “Now please stop procrastinating.”
"It is when you start fainting on me." Saeki crossed his arms in response. "I'm not procrastinating."
"Fine, I'll find some where else to faint next time." Fuji stood up. "Are we finished?"
Saeki didn't move; he was closer to the door. He arched an eyebrow at the question. "I don't know, are we? You never did answer my question."
“Then you didn’t listen hard enough.” Fuji replied.
Dark blue eyes studied Fuji for a long time. Had he missed something? Or had his question truly been answered back on the rooftop? Either way, the one thing Saeki was completely sure of was that unless he stopped him now, there was a very high probability that the spy would walk right out that door and out of his life. "... Would you like me to?"
“That would be your choice.” The smile was even more distant. “And none of my concern.”
"Is it really?" Saeki gave Fuji a cold smile. "Would it be alright for me to simply pop over to your apartment later then? I mean, since you're so determined to be nice, casual friends?"
“You can pop in anywhere you wish to.” Fuji began to move to the door, he was not worried about that threat. No one, not even Tezuka, knew exactly where the spy lived.
True, Saeki had not a clue where Fuji actually lived, number-wise. But the analyst had a good idea about which neighborhood it rested in. Mainly from having spotted the other's motorcycle several times in passing. And as they say about all good ideas... "Oh good. That little coffee shop just around the corner from the place looked pleasant. Do you think I can get a wireless signal for my laptop there? Or should I just wait until I got to your apartment?"
Saeki stood, moving in between Fuji and the door.
The younger man looked up at Saeki as the analyst blocked his way once more. “Saeki, this is getting really redundant.” The spy said. “I answered your questions already.”
Saeki looked back, eyes revealing a whole lot of nothing. "You still won't tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing is wrong.” Fuji lowered his eyes as he sidestepped to avoid Saeki.
His feet carried him in front of Fuji once again, not allowing the spy to side step him twice. "Then why did you faint?"
“No particular reason.” The spy replied. “Would you please stop blocking me, Saeki-kun?”
"I don't believe that." The analyst crossed his arms once again. "No."
“What are you going to do then? Hold me prisoner?” Fuji chuckled almost provokingly.
"I don't mind if you don't." Saeki's smile was anything but warm.
“Unfortunately, unlike some other people, I don’t have time to sit here and entertain you for your amusement.”
A blink. "When did you become my entertainment?" If anything, it was the other way around.
“Now excuse me, Saeki-kun. I have work to get back to.” The younger man moved quickly to get around the analyst and headed for the door.
Unable to block Fuji, Saeki stepped back to stop the door from opening. "Wait. What entertainment?"
“Your entertainment.” Fuji said casually. “I’m tired of it.”
"I don't..." Saeki frowned. "You're not entertainment." His voice was firm.
Fuji chuckled good-naturedly. “Whatever you say, Saeki-kun. Now please move out of the way.”
Saeki looked incredulously at Fuji. He could not... the spy could not possibly think that he would... "You're not my entertainment, Fuji." He refused to budge.
“Yes, yes.” Fuji’s hand was on the doorknob. “Are you going to step out of the way before I start yelling or are you going to sexually assault me again like before?”
The analyst's eyes flashed and he dug his heels in harder. "Is that what you really think of me? Why didn't you say something earlier, then, and save us both the trouble?"
“Trouble?” Fuji laughed icily. “I’m actually troubling you? Pretty good for a second choice, I must say.”
"Yes, you're troubling me by actually believing that." Saeki replied just as coldly. "You've never been second choice, Fuji. That was my job."
“Fine, now if you are doing feeling sorry for yourself. I must get going.”
"I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I'm just telling you the truth. Or do I not even rank second? How about third? Or is that already occupied as well?" Saeki knew his anger was getting the better of him, but he couldn't help but forge onwards.
“And what part of what you just said wasn’t trying to pity yourself?” The spy smirked lightly, tucking several lose hair behind his ear.
"How is it pitying myself when it's the truth?"
“If you’ve persuaded yourself that is the truth.” Fuji shrugged. “How is that not pitying yourself?”
"How is that any less than what you've apparently done?" Eyes narrowed briefly. "Besides, that's one truth you keep refusing to admit."
“Done what?” Fuji smiled, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Somehow gotten the crazy idea in your head that you've only been my entertainment." Saeki's back pressed harder against the door.
“Crazy?” Fuji blinked in mock surprised. “Why, then all those times where you’ve only call me up when your girlfriend was unavailable must be just my imaginations then.”
"Is that what you thought?" Saeki had made a point not to do... anything while he was dating An, but that did not mean he had neglected Fuji... did it? Suddenly he wasn't quite sure. "She's not my girlfriend anymore, Fuji. She wasn't... She's not you. She'll never be you."
“Unless she gets a sex change surgery and a number of major modifications, no.” Fuji agreed. “No, can we finish this little charade already?”
"It's not a charade." Saeki's eyes grew sad, suddenly. "At least it wasn't to me."
“That sounds absolutely wonderful. It really does.” The young man’s words were sharp and cold. “Now only if that were the truth.”
"Since when have I ever lied to you?" The sadness retreating as another flare of anger emerged. "The only charade I see here is your attempt to sentence everything we... everything to merely 'entertainment'."
“Attempt? Or maybe it is?” Fuji smirked once more. “It was an brilliant plan, Saeki-kun, simply brilliant. Obtaining a girlfriend you could spend time with, yet you force me to stay and watch on. I must say it was a refreshing experience on my part too.”
Saeki wanted to wipe that smirk from Fuji's lips, but found himself unable to move. There were so many things he could say to that. He could deny it, that Fuji had not caught him red handed in the middle of a plan; he could agree and beg for forgiveness, but that would be admitting he saw Fuji as 'entertainment', which was dead wrong. Decisions, decisions.
"You're not second choice."
“No, you are right.” Fuji suddenly agreed with a friendly smile. “I’m not even a choice. I’m, after all, just entertainment.”
Fists tightened behind his back, against the door. "You're not entertainment! What the hell do I have to do to get that through your head?"
“Certainly not the way you chose.” The spy smirked lightly.
"Apparently not." Saeki scowled right back. "Enlighten me then. What do you want me to do? What would I have to do to get it through your thick skull that you've always been the one I'd choose?"
“I would imagine you have a thicker skull.” The spy shrugged, which was actually a proven fact.
Saeki rolled his eyes. "Don't."
"Don't what." Fuji stepped closer to Saeki, tone meant to provoke.
"Don't pull that. Not right now. Even this thick skull has its limits."
"You are telling me not to pull anything?" Fuji laughed coldly. "After what you pulled?"
"And the entire time I 'pulled' it, have I ever once lied to you?"
"You didn’t even need to lie." Fuji peered at the analyst with cold eyes. “Or rather, you didn’t even have a chance to lie.”
"You're right. I didn't need to. Because I can't. And I still won't." The older man shook his head. "Even though I've had plenty of chances, you made sure of that."
“If I hadn’t let you know that I knew what went on beforehand, who can say if you’d still be truthful?”
Saeki reeled slightly, "You really think I would have lied to you? Even now?"
"Wouldn’t you? The man who planned to use my own emotions against me?" Fuji smiled like a child in an candy store.
"Of course not! And how is that any different from what you've always done to me?" Saeki resisted the urge to bit his lip; he had not meant to say that.
Fuji’s brows arched lightly out of amusement. “So now you are pointing the finger at me?”
Saeki looked away, not willing to say anything more.
“Mature, real mature.” The spy chuckled once more. “Point your finger somewhere else. How about being responsible for your own actions for once?”
"How am I supposed to take responsibility if you refuse to believe anything I say?"
"Fine, I'll believe you." The smile on the younger man's face widened. "I'm the one that drove you to get a girlfriend that you can parade in front of me so you can hopefully watch me swallowed by my own jealousy and misery. You are the one at right, you are the personification of truth, and you are the embodiment of justice. How is that?"
"Wonderful, if only it had worked." The analyst sighed. "Or could work in the first place. I wasn't sure you would even care."
“Oh course, what a shame.” Fuji shook his head in mock sympathy. “May I leave now?”
"It is a shame. It's a shame that you'll never understand how I feel - how I've felt watching you all these years." He stepped to the side. "But at least now you may have gotten a taste. Who knows. Maybe the next time you convince someone to fall in love with you, you won't be nearly so tempted to treat them as second class citizens, there to do your bidding and pleasure."
“If I ever fall in love with someone.” The brunet replied as he walked forward to put on his shoes. “It certainly won’t be with someone who pity themselves so thoroughly.”
"They won't need to, will they? Because you'll have convinced them otherwise." Saeki leaned against the wall, arms crossed and watching Fuji. "That is, as you said, if you even fall in love with someone."
"Perhaps, and…" Fuji smiled. “Correct.”
"Man am I glad I don't need convincing, then. That would have been a hassle." Saeki's smile could have frozen half the volcanos in the Ring of Fire. "And do believe me when I say I wish you only the best of luck in the second part. It'd be good to give your heart away sometime so you can make good use of the collection you've gained so far."
“And you.” Fuji gave the analyst a wink. “I wish you luck in making good use of your own heart.”
"I would gladly do so, if I still had it." Saeki nodded and opened the door for the spy. "Take care on the way home, Fuji-san. It can get quite dangerous at night."
“Better take it back then.” Fuji chuckled as he toed his foot a few times before walking out the door. “Take care, Saeki-kun.” Without looking back or hesitating, the spy disappeared down the hallway. Humming a song lightly under his breath that both men were familiar with, and the sound lingered in the empty hall only a moment longer than the spy did.
"I don't want it back." The apartment door closed on Fuji's heels, the click of the door loud; final. He stood there for several long minutes, a passive expression on his face before it began to falter. Once, twice... and Saeki crumpled on the entryway floor.
The spy’s steps were light and casual until the spy reached his bike on the other side of the street from Saeki’s building, and it was only until he donned the helmet did he allow himself to look back. It was not that he didn’t understand the analyst’s feelings, but the circumstances simply did not allow them to reach the stage where the older man would want them to be. Not to mention… Fuji shook his head and gripped the handles of his bike tighter. He did what needed to be done, and he had no regrets… He hoped.
The spy was long gone before the sounds of a slow destruction could be heard eminating from the small apartment far above.