[RP Log] Fuji, Yuuta

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Yes, another log >_>

Date: Feb. 18, Sunday evening
Rating: G
Summary: The Fuji brothers play a game or two of frisbee at Yuuta's request... and they end up in another playground, play on the swings, and open up more to each other.


::Yuuta tackles Fuji into the snow, having realized he’s been using his abilities to control the frisbee’s flight::

"Well, if that's how you wanted to celebrate, Yuuta, you just had to say so~" ^_~

"....What are you talking abo--. Perv." He flicks at Fuji's nose, scrambling to get up.

Fuji just laughs good-naturedly as he follows his brother to his feet and dusts the snow off of himself. "Mm, what next?"

He shakes off the snow, brushing it off and shivering just a bit from touching it. "Dunno but, good game." Yuuta smiles at his brother. "I'm still better though."

Fuji considers that. "Maybe. If we're playing without powers," he suggests. He can concede this once; Yuuta deserves it.

Yuuta raises a brow, giving his brother an almost accusing look. "When I get mine under control, we'll see about that. Right now it's just cheating," he smirks.

"You didn't say I couldn't," Fuji replies innocently. "Ah ... do you want to get home? It's getting cold -- no, I have a better idea." And he takes Yuuta's hand whether he likes it or not, and sets off purposefully.

Yuuta's about to reply when he finds himself being tugged along. He blinks confusedly but he follows along. "Where you taking me?"

"Somewhere," Fuji replies cryptically.

"That explains everything," he says with a slight roll of his eyes.

"It's a secret," Fuji insists, hoping that'll stave Yuuta off for at least a little while longer. The streets grow more familiar as they near their old home, and Fuji tries not to tense. He's not taking him back home, but farther down the block, to a different park that should be familiar to Yuuta.

The streets do grow more familiar and Yuuta almost stops them, not wanting to go any further. But his brother wouldn't do that to him, would he? So he keeps up with Fuji's pace, and they're past their parents' home. It's dim outside, almost dark, but the street lights light up the way, and he can see a swing set covered with snow... and then a jungle gym, and a slide. "...Aniki?"

Fuji turns to his brother, taking both of his hands. "Remember?" he asks quietly, and looks out over the playground.

He blinks once when both hands are taken, but he slowly nods. "Yeah... we used to play here a lot." Yuuta smiles, just a bit. "You used to push me on the swings."

"Even though you were always taller," Shuusuke adds. "It was my responsibility. I had to take care of you." He's a little surprised that Yuuta isn't protesting, but he's glad that he isn't.

Yuuta wrinkles his nose a little at that. "And I thought you were just being nice." He glances around again, spotting all the equipment. He never thought much about the playground, having passed by it every day for the last two years, but it seems different now, more significant to Yuuta-- is it because his brother's here too? "Well, let me repay you the favor," Yuuta murmurs, tugging his brother along to the swings.

"Such a gentleman," Shuusuke says, almost laughing at the thought as he takes a seat. Both the swing seat and the metal chains are cold under his hands, but they'll warm up soon enough.

"You always manage to say the weirdest things," Yuuta mumbles, perhaps feeling slightly embarrassed. He stands behind Fuji, his hand making contact with his back for a moment as he pushes him forward.

Shuusuke hums contentedly -- it's not necessary to be pushed, not at this age, but it's nice to relinquish control for once. Yuuta's hands are warm, even through Shuusuke's winter jacket, and it's comforting. "And you always deserve it," he replies, teasing.

"I'm feeling sorry for myself already," Yuuta huffs as he continues to push Fuji steadily. Somehow, he has to admit to himself, this feels almost therapeutic.

"Oh, that's not what I mean." The swing's climbing higher, high enough that the sky looks closer, if such a thing could be believed. "You should be proud of yourself, you know."

"Why's that?" he has to ask.

Why? Shuusuke hadn't thought of any specific answer to that, and he's silent for a moment. "Why not?" he counters.

Yuuta blinks, silent as well as he pushes Fuji once on the swing. "...Because I haven't really done anything?" Nothing to be proud of, at least.

"You're here, aren't you?"

"...You're being weird again, aniki."

"Mmm, I suppose I am." Shuusuke chuckles to himself -- maybe he's given Yuuta something to think about, maybe not. Either way he's said what he needs to. Time to change the subject. "What kind of cake do you want tonight?"

Yuuta blinks again at the sudden change of subject, but hey, it's a subject he likes. More cake? He's up for it. "One with strawberries. And peaches. Been eating so much cake that I need something a little healthy on it too," he smiles slightly.

"Conscientious," Shuusuke remarks. "Let's go shopping later. When we're done here." He isn't done yet. He isn't sure what else they need to do here, but he'll know when they are.

"Not really. Fruit and stuff on cake's pretty good too," he tries to defend himself. "Fine. Haven't gone shopping so much in my life."

"Mm, I need to get you a present, too. You don't mind coming with for that?" Shuusuke laughs; there's something he's planning and he doesn't mind dropping tiny, infuriating hints.

Yuuta wrinkles his nose. "Don't need a present. I told you that already." He frowns slightly. It was enough that Fuji took him in, he thinks.

"And I told you that we have a few years of missed presents to catch up on." It's time to let the swing stop, Shuusuke decides, and looks over his shoulder as if he could signal this to Yuuta.

But Yuuta never got him anything either. He frowns as he ceases the pushing, letting Fuji slow to a stop. "Maybe we should save that money. For, yanno, the new place we'll be staying at?"

"Who said I'd be spending any money on your present?" Shuusuke grins and slides off the swing, turning to face Yuuta and stepping closer -- he's like a personal heater. "The best presents can't be bought with money."

"What? So you're gonna make it? Never thought you were an arts and crafts kind of person..." Yuuta replies skeptically, eyeing his brother, apparently not bothered by the closer proximity. But now his curiosity is piqued. What could it be?

"Maybe," Shuusuke says, and takes Yuuta's jacket lapels in his hands -- and, thinking better of it, slides his fingers over and off the fabric. There's something here, some reason he meant to bring Yuuta here ... and there it is. He looks towards a jungle gym. "Remember that?"

Yuuta blinks, but he glances over toward the mass of metal bars. "Yeah... we used to have races to the top," he nods.

"You were trying to beat me then, too. So competitive ..."

"Yeah, well... who wouldn't want to beat you? You were the best at everything," he frowns, watching the jungle gym as if it would move any second.

"Not everything," Shuusuke assures him, quieter. He glances over, up at the scar on Yuuta's forehead. He'd been such a reckless child... "It's a good thing you weren't too high up."

"Everything that matters," he mumbles mostly to himself. Too high up? "Meh. I could've taken it." Sure, he did cry like a baby when he fell, but he's sure that any higher up wouldn't have been life threatening.

Shuusuke hears Yuuta's mumbling, but doesn't acknowledge that he has. "Maybe so. You're tough, aren't you?"

He glances down at his brother. Since when he did get so short? "Was that supposed to be sarcastic?"

Shuusuke blinks, the clear blue of his eyes shining in surprise. "No," he answers honestly. "You're far tougher than I am. Resilient. I might've broken, before I had this ability to save me."

Yuuta almost feels slightly guilty for accusing his brother like that, but his curiosity overwhelms it. "...Broken?"

"Come away with more than just a scar."

"...Kinda doubt that." Yuuta isn’t sure what his brother is talking about, but the thought of him breaking didn't make sense in his mind. Fuji’s his older brother, who’s better at most things than him... how could he break?

Shuusuke keeps his hand to himself, no matter how tempted he is to take Yuuta's. Just to reassure him. "There's a lot that I don't let on," he murmurs. He's never told anyone about this. He's sure they all know, but admitting it is different. It's real if he says it.

"Yeah, well..." Yuuta frowns at his brother, for some reason not liking that Fuji's admitting he's weak. "I doubt I'd be that tough if you didn't let me stay with you." Who knows what he would've done when he manifested to his parents?

Shuusuke does take Yuuta's hand this time, folding fingers around his palm and glad for the contact, though it's tentative; he's not sure yet if Yuuta will pull away or let him do this. "We have each other now."

He glances down at their joined hands, but he doesn't pull away; he likes the warmth. "Guess so," he smiles faintly. "Stuck with me for a while anyway."

Shuusuke's smile broadens, just a little, just enough to show that it's genuine. "You're a good birthday present," he decides. "A little early, but I don't mind."

"Does this mean I don't have to give you anything?" Yuuta asks, the smile lingering, perhaps a bit teasing.

"You already have." Shuusuke squeezes his brother's hand and swings it a little. "Want to get going? We don't have to go shopping if you don't want to; I think we have enough ingredients at home..."

He's about to ask about those aforementioned birthday presents, but Yuuta remembers that he doesn't really want any... so he'll just make sure his brother doesn't sneak off to pay for anything. "Sure, but let's go to the mall first." He holds tight to Fuji's hand, determined not to let him ninja away.

"Okay," Shuusuke agrees.