Log - Oshitari and Shishido

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Date: Shortly after Shishido's talk with Shiiba about Ohtori missing
Rating; Pg-13
Summary: Shishido and Oshitari run in to each other and Oshitari is forced to offer encouragement to the distraught winged one.




There was too much going on in his head. All of the plans for their operation, worry for Arai's sick clone, the nightmares he'd been having on and off, and a vague unsettled feeling over having not heard from Shinji, or Tachibana for that matter, for more than a few days. It all added up with his lack of sleep and made navigating the halls more of a chore than a routine. And made doubly so by the body running into his. He stepped back with a tired scowl. "Watch out", he groused, eyes blurring slightly until Shishido came into focus. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately, thickly, looking at the winged mutant's face.

After the less than pleasant conversation with Shiiba, Shishido was trying to get back to his room so he could think of what to do next, he wasn’t very keen on Shiiba’s suggestion of letting her handle things. But his vision kept blurring annoyingly, and then with him stomping around, he supposed it was only a matter of time until he ran in to someone or something. He just wished it hadn’t been Oshitari he ran in to, there were very few people in the Brotherhood who could worm things out of him like the other could. But he didn’t really want to worry him when they were planning a mission; he couldn’t rely on Oshitari and Saeki for everything, and he wasn’t even sure there was anything they could do.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He wiped at his eyes angrily, “Just watch where you’re going.” He was ruffled badly and he knew Oshitari wouldn’t buy that he was fine for a second. Still, it didn’t mean he had to stick around to hear about it. He made to move around the taller mutant intent on burrowing in to his blankets.

Common sense told him to just let Shishido move on, that he didn't have the time or energy to spare figuring out what was wrong with the younger mutant. But Shishido looked so upset it was automatic. He grabbed the teen's upper arm as he passed. "Shishido-kun, you walked into me...what is the matter? You are upset."

“You walked in to me first.” Shishido snapped back as he gave his arm a half hearted tug. He shouldn’t tell Oshitari, he should just smack him with his wings, put him to sleep and retreat to the lonely sanctuary of his room. But half of him just wanted to tell his friend everything and hear that it would be okay and he was clearly overreacting. But what if he gave him that look… that one that was filled with pity and was all poor guy, losing his lover and so young too. Or whatever it is those pitying looks always said. He gave his arm another tug intent on getting away. He couldn’t handle this right now. He just wanted to have his boyfriend back.

It sounded like the usual Shishido retort...but it didn't explain why the other mutant looked like he was on the verge of panicking. Something was very obviously wrong, and Oshitari simply reached around for his other arm so that Shishido was facing him. "Something is going on. I know it. What is it? You were not assigned to something dangerous, were you?" he guessed.

Shishido huffed as he was pulled to face Oshitari, looking down so his fell around his face, blocking a clear view of his upset face. “Why the hell would I be assigned to something dangerous? I’m in PR.” He hissed out the words PR as if it burned his tongue just to say it. “It’s the safe job, where nothing happens and it’s all just fancy parties and fanmail. I have fanmail you know, bubbly girls who like my hair.” He rambled on about the fangirls hoping to get Oshitari to just laugh at him and leave him alone. He wasn’t in the mood for any of this, he just wanted Ohtori, his boyfriend who should have been back hours ago, who was in trouble somewhere and he couldn’t even do anything.

"Of course. And perhaps threatening letters from mutant haters as well", Oshitari added, knowing Shishido hiding himself wasn't a good sign. He sighed, and released one of Shishido's arms to rub his forehead. He had a dull headache drumming at his temples, and his eyelids were heavy and dry from lack of sleep, but he rested the hand on top of Shishido's head, stroking the hair fondly. "If you are upset about anything, Shishido-kun, you can talk to me when you need to."

“Those don’t really bother me.” Shishido muttered, looking up as Oshitari’s hand rested on his head and then started smoothing down his hair. He battled a moment of uncertainty, Oshitari was clearly tired enough as it was, and probably didn’t even want to know what was bugging him but was just being nice… but it’d be nice to tell someone who understood what he was going through… “He’s gone… I lost him.” He whispered, his tone filled with anger directed at himself and deep concern for his boyfriend.

Oshitari blinked at this. Shishido had to be talking about Ohtori...but what did he mean he lost him? There were many possibilities, but Oshitari could only guess. He'd been immersed in too many other things to notice anything out of the ordinary for the couple. "What do you mean by that? He did not return to Ryuhana, did he?"

Shishido shook his head no, “I wish.” At least Ohtori had left him for Ryuhana, he’d be safe, surrounded by idiots, but safe. “No… the registration thing… I should have fucking went with him.” He thought he’d taken care of Ohtori’s power problem, clearly his powers were returning to him faster after sexual activities. That or getting spooked made them resurface faster. And all he could do was wait for Shiiba to tell him what was going on and that was after she had yelled at him. Like he wasn’t feeling bad enough? How the hell did they not know about the online registration forms? “I’m so stupid.” He chastised himself, his fingers idly playing with the silver ring Ohtori had given him – their own secret promise of forever. God he hoped there would still be a forever.

Oshitari wasn't in the mood for guessing games. Or keeping the irritation out of his voice. "Shishido-kun, what happened?" He stopped short of shaking the teen, but it was a close thing.

“What do you think happened?!” Shishido snapped at Oshitari, his head raising defiantly despite the tears that threatened to run down his face. He didn’t want to say it out loud, if he spoke it, it was that much closer to being real… but it already was. Even now, Shiiba was supposedly trying to find out exactly what happened and how to get Ohtori back. But they did know one thing for certain, “Choutarou’s been detained.” He spat out the last word and his wings shook violently.

"Detained?" Akira might have been right; he needed sleep. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around the ramifications of that. Shaking his head, he tried to think clearly. Detained was not good...in fact, it was not doubt worse than it sounded. Something about registration..."Does Shiiba-sensei have any idea what is going on?" he asked, rubbing his hands consolingly up and down Shishido's arms.

“Fuck. He was just going to register.” Shishido bit out, letting Oshitari comfort him, it reminded him that he wasn’t alone. “Apparently he zapped something… you know how he gets.” He wasn’t supposed to have any charge in him… they should have fooled around in the morning before he left. Ohtori was supposed to have told Shiiba he was registering. “They took him away… trying to assess if he’s a danger to society or something.”

God they didn’t even know for sure. Shiiba’s contacts had given her different information on the details, all they knew was that something got zapped, and Ohtori was dragged away. His wings ruffled and flapped behind him as he tried not to think about all the horrible things that could be happening to his lover while he was stuck here like some prized caged bird.

"Then he should be all right for now...he is a public figure now, they cannot chance doing anything risky with him, even if they consider him a danger." At least, Oshitari hoped so, for both their sakes. "If they take him away, we will find him and bring him home, Shishido-kun. Don't worry." He wouldn't promise anything less for the winged mutant and his electrical lover that he wouldn't do for either of his boyfriends. "Let sensei get the information first before we panic." He pulled Shishido into a hug that was hesitant at first, and then firm.

“So you think he’s alright?” Shishido asked, sniffling slightly, clinging to hope, even if it was the PR gig that had gotten Ohtori in to this mess, it might not be all bad if it could help get him out of it too. It had been a roller coaster of emotions since he had woken up and if he could show his true fears in front of anyone it was Oshitari, who had seen him at some of his lowest points. It was weird how someone he had detested so much at the start had become someone he leaned on so often. He wanted to tell Oshitari that he wasn’t worried, and that he definitely wasn’t panicking, but the other wouldn’t buy it anyway, and Shishido was growing tired of keeping up the front. “I should have gone with him…” He muttered before returning the hug and wrapping his arms tightly around his friend, his silver hued wings following.

"They would only have detained you as well if you tried to help him, Shishido-kun", the illusionist murmured, stroking Shishido's back as well as he could beneath his wingspan. "If he stays calm, he will be all right. He should be. Sensei will find him. And if they refuse to let him go, we will get him back. I promise, Shishido-kun."

“I could have kept him calm, made sure he didn’t zap anything in the first place.” Shishido said with another sniffle, he refused to cry, bad enough he was already shaking. He had to be strong for his lover, be strong and patient and not risk him getting hurt any further. “I don’t know what to do.” Or think, or act… Why didn’t they receive training on things like this at the school? He burrowed his face against Oshitari’s shoulder, a loud sniffle being muffled against the material there.

"You cannot beat yourself up for not anticipating this, Shishido-kun." Oshitari dropped his cheek onto Shishido's hair, closing his eyes wearily as he kept the winged one close. "For now you should just see if you can help sensei in her search, or if not, prepare something special for Ohtori-kun when he returns home. It will be all right", he murmured gently, doing his best to console his friend.

“I told him to tell Shiiba he was going, you know just so she knew and for PR stuff… I thought he did. But I should have checked, or should have sent Muromachi with him.” Shishido knew this game of what ifs and should haves would only drive him crazy in the end, but he couldn’t stop himself. Probably would be thinking about things he could have done differently until it was Ohtori in his arms again.

Sniffling again, he mumbled in to Oshitari’s shoulder, “Special like what?” Maybe if he could focus on things they’d do when he’d get back it wouldn’t seem as bad.

This probably looked odd to passer-byers on the stairs and in the hallway, but Oshitari was focused on what he was saying, not what was around them. "Something for just the two of you...perhaps a picnic in your room? You could draw him a nice hot bath, and I could provide the two of you with some very nice massage oils..."

“Don’t have a bathtub.” Shishido sputtered out wondering if it was possible for him to do anything right. “And we have plenty of massage oils. We used to give each other massages back before…” He paused and swallowed back a sob, “Before we were dating… still do it now.” He realised he sounded childish and needy, but damn it, he was still just a kid, they all were, and they weren’t supposed to have deal with all these troubles.

"Then it sounds perfect...do something that you both enjoy, together. Massages, snacks...play video games, Shisihdo-kun. Whatever makes the both of you happy." Oshitari wasn't sure what he was going to do if Shishido started weeping on him, other than take him back to his room to let it all out and rest.

“Okay… I’ll even let him pick the show to watch on tv.” Shishido said with a slight smile despite the pain he felt. “I have this one show I like but Choutarou just doesn’t get it… even if he pretends to like it for me I know he doesn’t.” And he liked it even more since Ohtori had given him the ring during the show. It would always remind him of that moment they shared. “I just want him home, Oshitari.” He whispered pressing tighter against Oshitari as if he could become one with him and not have to worry about the way his heart was hurting anymore.

"I know, Shishido-kun. He will come home, trust in that." Oshitari could do no more than hug the other mutant back tighter, attempting to focus his power onto Shishido, make him feel drowsy or otherwise relaxed so that he could try returning him to his room to rest. Or at least sit down before one of them fell down. He had to be careful though, unless he wanted to use his power on himself as well.

“Okay…” Shishido said with a sniffle followed by a small yawn. “Hell, all these emotions are making me drowsy.” He complained squirming against Oshitari’s hold until he broke an arm free to rub at his eyes. “Think I should head back to my room… case Choutarou finds a way to get in touch.” He had his cell phone with him, but what if Ohtori left him an email or something instead. He could turn on the news that way too, see if anything came up about Sakaki’s little PR entourage. He sniffled again and pulled away from Oshitari, his eyes firmly planted on the floor, god he was a mess.

To his credit, Oshitari said nothing. Actually, there wasn't anything much he could say, concentrating as hard as he was on only affecting Shishido. It was still difficult; narrowing his scope down to one person, and keeping it to a single sense of illusion rather than a full, elaborate one involving all senses. But somehow he was managing, and Shishido pulled away.

“And you still ran in to me first.” Shishido added on as he took a couple steps away from Oshitari. Wrapping his ruffled wings around him, he gave his friend a nod and started off down the hall, his steps a bit unsteady and sniffled intermixed with yawns. Ohtori would be back, and if not, they’d find him… he just had to keep that thought in his head, looking down at his right hand he raised it to his mouth, lips skimming against the silver band there as he promised to himself that he wouldn’t let any harm come to his lover, and he’d love him no matter what.