One more CCD ficbit for the day.
Oct. 17th, 2003 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Going to work now, so I leave y'all with this.
It had been six years since Suoh had seen Ijyuin Akira, but he would have known him anywhere. The tousled black hair hadn't changed, the gray eyes were still soft and wondering, hiding the sheer steel will and intellect he knew the younger man possessed, and most of all, Akira grabbed onto him tightly, not saying a word, the moment he first saw Suoh. Suoh stared at the back of Akira's head, then slowly wrapped his arms around his friend, hugging him back. They stayed like that for a long minute, until Suoh looked up, sensing a gaze from across the room. It was Idomu, looking at them with a small smile on his lips and a hint of loneliness in his eyes. He nodded once, then left the room. Slowly, Suoh pushed Akira back, the master thief straightening, brushing the back of his sleeve across his eyes.
"Where have you been, Takamura-sempai?" he asked. "And why are you at Yuudaiji-san's house?"
Suoh sighed. "Sit, Ijyuin," he said, lowering himself onto a chair. Akira's eyes were sharp on him, cataloguing injuries from the way he moved.
"Don't ask where I've been," Suoh said first. "There are things I won't tell you." Things he wasn't proud of. Things that might make Akira hate him. Suoh wasn't the same person he'd been when they were children together.
Akira nodded once. "Understood, Sempai."
Suoh studied Akira's face for a moment. The childish roundness was gone. Akira had grown tall, almost as tall as himself. The way he moved still spoke of his training, martial and "other." But at least one of them had gone on with his life. There was experience in that face that Suoh hadn't shared. If it wasn't for the fact of Nokoru binding them both to himself so early with such a strong tie, Suoh wondered, would someone like Akira have even come when Suoh called?
He felt the blood on his hands, dirty blood that bright Akira had never known.
"Yuudaiji-san rescued me a few days ago," he answered the second question. "He's been letting me recuperate in his home."
Ijyuin nodded again. "I'll have to thank him."
Suoh took a deep breath. There was no good way to say this, no way that would make the impossible seem more like the truth it was. "Kaichou is back, Ijyuin."
It had been six years since Suoh had seen Ijyuin Akira, but he would have known him anywhere. The tousled black hair hadn't changed, the gray eyes were still soft and wondering, hiding the sheer steel will and intellect he knew the younger man possessed, and most of all, Akira grabbed onto him tightly, not saying a word, the moment he first saw Suoh. Suoh stared at the back of Akira's head, then slowly wrapped his arms around his friend, hugging him back. They stayed like that for a long minute, until Suoh looked up, sensing a gaze from across the room. It was Idomu, looking at them with a small smile on his lips and a hint of loneliness in his eyes. He nodded once, then left the room. Slowly, Suoh pushed Akira back, the master thief straightening, brushing the back of his sleeve across his eyes.
"Where have you been, Takamura-sempai?" he asked. "And why are you at Yuudaiji-san's house?"
Suoh sighed. "Sit, Ijyuin," he said, lowering himself onto a chair. Akira's eyes were sharp on him, cataloguing injuries from the way he moved.
"Don't ask where I've been," Suoh said first. "There are things I won't tell you." Things he wasn't proud of. Things that might make Akira hate him. Suoh wasn't the same person he'd been when they were children together.
Akira nodded once. "Understood, Sempai."
Suoh studied Akira's face for a moment. The childish roundness was gone. Akira had grown tall, almost as tall as himself. The way he moved still spoke of his training, martial and "other." But at least one of them had gone on with his life. There was experience in that face that Suoh hadn't shared. If it wasn't for the fact of Nokoru binding them both to himself so early with such a strong tie, Suoh wondered, would someone like Akira have even come when Suoh called?
He felt the blood on his hands, dirty blood that bright Akira had never known.
"Yuudaiji-san rescued me a few days ago," he answered the second question. "He's been letting me recuperate in his home."
Ijyuin nodded again. "I'll have to thank him."
Suoh took a deep breath. There was no good way to say this, no way that would make the impossible seem more like the truth it was. "Kaichou is back, Ijyuin."
