ChibiLog: Bunta & Fuji

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Date: Today
Summary: Short tags, short goodbye.



Fuji: *after seeing Bunta's post, decides to not post a comment and go directly to the source instead, so he climbs the stairs to his room and opens the door -- slowly -- without knocking*

Bunta: *busy shoving things in a backpack, perparing for god know's what, just leaving, take what you need, almost emotionless now after hanging up, having been told by his brother, the other brother, the one not suffering...*

Fuji: *lingers in the doorway, not coming much closer -- this is it, isn't it; this is what yumiko warned him about all along and what he tried to prevent*
Fuji: *slowly, quietly* ... Bunta?

Bunta: *glancing up then back down, almost dismissive* What? *tone low, sharp*

Fuji: *wants to approach, wants to ask him to talk, but hesitates...*
Fuji: Where are you going?

Bunta: To find them. Older brother, my duty. *moving to go through the bedside drawers, finding what else he needs*

Fuji: *even those words sting now; he's failed in that duty himself, but there isn't anything he can do* ... Let me help you.

Bunta: No. *sharper now, aching at the thought almost, losing another but it's distant, not a part of him now, just a past bit of him* I need to go. Alone.

Fuji: Tell me ... *hesitates, unsure of what to ask what he needs to find out what he wants; he should be better at this, turning the situation in his own favour, because he's fuji, he's the genius, but he just doesn't know and it aches* ...
Fuji: Tell me why.

Bunta: Why? Why what? Why there are people in this world that go out of their way to kill us and think it's right? That my brother lost his everything? That... *glancing at Fuji again, eyes skittering away after a moment* I have to go, I'll be late.

Fuji: *eyes trail him, but doesn't move from the doorway* You're not much better, then, you know.

Bunta: I am. They are innocent, they were. *stuffing the last of his things in his bag before eyeing his crutches, no, too heavy, traveling light* Fuji. Would you like to move?

Fuji: ... you're coming back?

Bunta: Not up to me.

Fuji: *brings a hand to his face, touching him gently* I'm not going to let you go out there to die.

Bunta: *brushing his hand away, not wanting to actually feel* Not going too, not while Kenta needs me.

Fuji: *disregards the dismissal, a hand under bunta's chin tilting it up to kiss him, regardless of his protests, but says nothing more and steps out of the way*

Bunta: *takes a step (more of a limp, need to fix that) out of the room, briefly turning back, the old Bunta showing through* Take care of Harley. <3 *and then he's gone (wellgoing)*

Fuji: *still looking ahead* ... Bunta?

Bunta: What?

Fuji: *then turns, covering the sad look in his eye with his customary smile* Let me fix that for you.
Fuji: *kneels down, and binds his sprained ankle with his ribbons, tying them off to make a sort of makeshift energy splint*

Bunta: ... Thank you. *better then limping anyway and dammit, this is good bye, not an over-emotional Titanic-drama moment, squashing that down, he headed off again, not looking back*

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