tenipuri_xp | RP Log: Fuji & Bunta

Date: Saturday, 14 Jan 2006
Rating: PG
Summary: Bunta explains Kenta's presence and confronts Fuji about his lying.

The first thing that Fuji Syuusuke noticed when he woke up was that Bunta was not tucked against him as usual. The pink-haired illusionist had somehow managed to fill Syuusuke's embrace, instead, with a large pillow, which unfortunately neither felt nor smelled anything like him. Groggily, and a bit confused, he discarded the pillow and sat up. He'd have to make sure Bunta wasn't in trouble, so, first stop: linen closet. He'd check the kitchen after that.

Syuusuke didn't have to look farther than the double room that they shared, though -- Bunta was curled up on the second bed with another person. Well, Syuusuke thought, it wasn't unusual for his boyfriend to seek attention from other people, but he'd never brought anyone else back home with him before. (Not since that time Syuusuke had gone away and returned to find Bunta camping out in the aforementioned closet with one of the Brotherhood students, but they weren't sleeping in the same bed, so it didn't count. Exactly.)

He was about to rip the covers from the both of them when he realised just who it was huddling close to Bunta: his younger brother, Marui Kenta.

The one who had incited his madness last fall. He held himself back, watched, and waited for Bunta to wake up.

Later (nottoolater~), Bunta woke up, eyes flickering open to squint at the crazygreenhair in his hair, usually it was brown, what happened to Syuu’s hair? Wait… Came back to him a moment later realisation that his brother was in his arms, that what happened had happened, last night and. Slamming the lid on memories older then that, Bunta wriggled his arms free slowly, brushing a hand through Kenta’s hair before rolling over.

Rolling over to blink at Syu-, no. Fuji. Huh, all his favourite people were here. Exceptforonewasaliar. And the other a killer ( butthatwaspastnow, he’s make sure of that, no matter what).

“Mornin’?”

Syuusuke smiled. It was easy enough to cover his irritation with that. "Morning," he said simply. "Did you have fun last night?" Probing, gauging what it was that happened, before deciding whether or not to be completely upset.

“Mmm~. Think so? Got him back, ‘least. Got more then that…”

Too early to be thinking about it (enoughthinkingwasgonnamakehimsick~) but not early enough to eye Sy- Fuji. Across the gap between them.

More than that. There wasn't enough room for Syuusuke to sit on the bed beside Bunta, not even on the edge, but he resumed his seat on the bed he'd been sleeping in, gaze level across the room. "What happened?" he asked. Calm. He had to stay calm. Not smiling, but.

Shifting, he sat up, pulling away from Kenta to move to the other bed (sittingapartfromFuji, distanceneeded~). Voice still soft, he replied

“He filled me in on a few things. Showed me, actually. Weren’t so truthful, were you~?”

Fuji blinked at that, clear blue showing for a moment, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked. He really didn't know what Bunta was getting at, unless -- "What did he tell you?"

“Showed me~. With his mind, yanno. It’s his power. To unlock secrets and let you remember~. Showed me what happened, what I did. Syuu… Could’ve told me.”

Oh. Oh. Fuji looked aside, momentarily. So Bunta knew what had happened, now; knew what he'd done, seen the blood on his hands. And now he was back, back with Kenta, and there was no telling what else would happen now. Kenta was erratic. Kenta had started this. And Kenta was going to make it worse by turning Bunta back. "No," he said softly, "I couldn't have."

Glancing over at Kenta’s sleeping form, Bunta got up again, wanting to move, not remember yet again. This shouldn’t happen here. Not in front of Kenta (evenifhe’ssleeping~).

“Couldn’t, should’ve, lied instead~. Get a coat. We’re going out.”

Well, at least Bunta wasn't ... shouting. With a resigned sigh, Fuji grabbed a jacket and followed him outside. He didn't ask where they were going.

They took the stairs. Up led only to the roof, and Syuusuke was still wary of the roof, but he took a breath, steeled himself, and waited, patiently, for Bunta to say whatever he needed to say.

Coldouthere. But it didn’t matter, few steps out of the door, Bunta turned on him, bare feet slapping against concrete as he moved towards and then. Back towards the edge, argh.

“I don’t want it. I don’t want to remember, curiosity killed the cat though and. He offered and I took. Would’ve liked to have been told. Not shown. You know that I stripped skin off and pulled limbs off, beheaded and there was. So much blood and there’s a difference between shown and tell, Syuu. And Kenta. Kenta’s staying, by the way. He’s mine to look after and I will this time. Unless you and Niou want to interfere with my mind again~.”

Fuji couldn't keep looking at him. He had to, but his eyes dropped to the cement beneath his feet -- another act of cowardice; he couldn't face Bunta, not like this, not with the guilt spreading over him and through every cell of his body, re-colouring him in blues and greys, cold enough to match the icy air. "It's okay," he mumbled. "You owe it to him. He -- " One glance up, a single look, but still not meeting Bunta's eyes. "You need him more than me."

He couldn't tell if he was still lying, but some part of that felt true as it resonated in his bones. Family was important. Family came first. It made Bunta the better brother, to take care of his own like that, to take him in and keep him safe from all the awful things he was capable of. Bunta could do that; Syuusuke couldn't.

“Need you both, need you both so much and. What I don’t need is you lying to me. Tell me the truth. You do that and I’ll stay by your side. You lie again and I’m leaving.”

Turning away from the edge after a deep breath, topic now over with, threats now made and stood by, he walked back. Wrapping himself around Syuu tightly *yaycrushingofthelungs~) and burying his face into the ( warm~) coat.

“Don’tleaveme, youcan’tleaveme, I’ddie. Promisemeyouwon’ tandmakeKentastay, helpmemakehimstaybeforeIcan’tdothiswithoutyou.”

Syuusuke was not expecting that -- he didn't -- he didn't want to say that he didn't deserve it, but he hardly believed that Bunta would forgive him so easily after accusing him of a crime so heinous.

But he embraced him in return, relief replacing the guilt and regret, holding him just as tightly. Bunta was the only bright thing that he had left. "I'm sorry," he whispered into his hair, one hand tangling in the pink locks, as if to make sure that he was really all there. He'd just wanted to make things alright; he'd just worried that if Bunta knew what he'd done, he'd leave again.

And yet -- here he was. He knew, and he wasn't leaving, just clinging tight not to Kenta but to Syuusuke. Proof of his heart, of his raw emotion....

“Shush, alreadyforgiven, darling.”

Holding him close, Bunta petted his coat (warmandfuzzy~). They’d have to go back soon, Kenta shouldn’t wake up alone… Forgave so easily, didn’t he. Boyfriend had lied, brother had killed and yet Bunta wasn’t about to hate them for it, rather just forgive and move on. No point holding grudges, waste of energy (youcouldbeusingforfunthings~) in his opinion.

Could call it being easy; call him a doormat but that wasn’t it. Wasn ’t Bunta. Was just a matter of fool me once and he was gonna make sure there was no twice. Unless Syuu or Kenta wanted to lose him forever, at least. That was a promise he would stand by if it ever came to pass. But it didn’t matter now, it was okay, he had them both, was happy enough now and that meant snugglingcloserofcourse~.

“Cold out here... AndI’mhungry.”

And that was it?

That was it. It was over, and Bunta knew, and made his wishes known, and forgave Syuusuke for keeping the truth from him. It felt ... too easy, far too easy for the thoughts that had kept Syuusuke awake and worried.

He ran cool fingertips along Bunta's jawline, tilting his head up, and kissed him soundly on the mouth, a wordless thanks for his forgiveness. "Let's get back inside," he murmured against Bunta's lips, squeezing the hand at his side.