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bonnefoisSimple Pleasures update(s), parts six and seven. Earlier parts can be found here or here I'm thinking of ending it at about 10-12 parts.
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peachy_milktea!
Dual Perspective
[Fuji reminds him in strange ways.]
It is enough that he had to share Tezuka with the world. Tezuka kept his personal life ironclad and far be it from being offended, Fuji was amused by being Tezuka’s ‘secret lover.’ There were so many ways to play with this and remind Tezuka of who he answered to. Once he wrote a note so maudlin, trite and banal that he had to step back and admire how out-of-character it would be for him to send such a thing. Fuji slipped it in Tezuka’s bag, along with a kiss mark from a borrowed tube of ruby-red lipstick.
And just to finish this grand farce off, he left a mark on Tezuka’s best shirt just before he was to leave. Fuji wondered if it might somehow escape Tezuka’s eye, if business would win over his attention long enough for smirking coworkers to catch sight of the lipstick marks on Tezuka’s collar.
But what had meant to be an idle game turned far more amusing than Fuji had first imagined. He started sending lunches from Fujiko Once he even went so far as to buy a black lace thong simply to leave it at the very top of Tezuka's suitcase.
But when Tezuka returned, Fuji couldn’t help but bring up the stained, now ruined lip marked shirt to Tezuka’s attention.
“What’s this?” Fuji said “Could it be you’re having an affair?”
“That’s you,” Tezuka said. “And don’t deny it, I recognize your handwriting. And your sister’s perfume ”
“I suppose I have to commend you on your taste in lovers,” Fuji said.
He set the shirt aside, overtop an unused chair.
Tezuka sighed in annoyance. “Fuji.”
Fuji chuckled. He leaned close and whispered against Tezuka’s ear I just wanted to remind you lest you forget.
“I don’t forget,” Tezuka said drily.
“A wise man once told me that one can never be too careful. Or I should say he said to refrain from being ‘careless’.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tezuka said.
“Good,” Fuji said.
After that the Fuji found uses for lipstick and black lacy underwear were far less joking and far more pleasing to Tezuka.
Wednesday
[The beautiful mundane]
Fuji sips at his coffee, lingering over the morning newspaper which he always filches from Tezuka, even though he just reads the personals and comics while Tezuka reads it cover to cover, in the space of less than an hour. He enjoys the morning hours, the quiet before the day will rip them apart. It is this destruction and reformation and noise and peace that he clings to.
The mundane is a precious thing when Tezuka will inevitably be sent overseas for months and years and maybe decades but actually just weeks. It is only in his absence that these seconds turn to hours and these hours to days.
Fuji fills these days with workshops and activities and lessons of foreign languages. He studies French and German and mixes pronouns and verbs and tenses while watching his sister’s children without even her asking. Fuji is quieter in these days that give him too much time for thinking. They aren’t new lovers anymore, Fuji thinks he should certainly not be acting like some forlorn wife left for the first time. And yet, there is a lack when Tezuka is gone. The silence is oppressive and he seeks to fill it with whatever means possible.
Sometimes Fuji laughs at himself and mutters you’re pining like some schoolgirl and how true it is. He misses discussing business that only interests him because it is connected to Tezuka, he misses showing Tezuka his snapshots first and almost conversations over morning coffee. He misses the light that reflects off of Tezuka’s glasses and Tezuka’s failure at conversations. Most of all, he misses Tezuka.
But the world falls into focus when Tezuka returns and that frantic attempt to fill the empty space is no longer necessary. For it has already been filled again.
Merry Christmas,
peachy_milktea!Dual Perspective
[Fuji reminds him in strange ways.]
It is enough that he had to share Tezuka with the world. Tezuka kept his personal life ironclad and far be it from being offended, Fuji was amused by being Tezuka’s ‘secret lover.’ There were so many ways to play with this and remind Tezuka of who he answered to. Once he wrote a note so maudlin, trite and banal that he had to step back and admire how out-of-character it would be for him to send such a thing. Fuji slipped it in Tezuka’s bag, along with a kiss mark from a borrowed tube of ruby-red lipstick.
And just to finish this grand farce off, he left a mark on Tezuka’s best shirt just before he was to leave. Fuji wondered if it might somehow escape Tezuka’s eye, if business would win over his attention long enough for smirking coworkers to catch sight of the lipstick marks on Tezuka’s collar.
But what had meant to be an idle game turned far more amusing than Fuji had first imagined. He started sending lunches from Fujiko Once he even went so far as to buy a black lace thong simply to leave it at the very top of Tezuka's suitcase.
But when Tezuka returned, Fuji couldn’t help but bring up the stained, now ruined lip marked shirt to Tezuka’s attention.
“What’s this?” Fuji said “Could it be you’re having an affair?”
“That’s you,” Tezuka said. “And don’t deny it, I recognize your handwriting. And your sister’s perfume ”
“I suppose I have to commend you on your taste in lovers,” Fuji said.
He set the shirt aside, overtop an unused chair.
Tezuka sighed in annoyance. “Fuji.”
Fuji chuckled. He leaned close and whispered against Tezuka’s ear I just wanted to remind you lest you forget.
“I don’t forget,” Tezuka said drily.
“A wise man once told me that one can never be too careful. Or I should say he said to refrain from being ‘careless’.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tezuka said.
“Good,” Fuji said.
After that the Fuji found uses for lipstick and black lacy underwear were far less joking and far more pleasing to Tezuka.
Wednesday
[The beautiful mundane]
Fuji sips at his coffee, lingering over the morning newspaper which he always filches from Tezuka, even though he just reads the personals and comics while Tezuka reads it cover to cover, in the space of less than an hour. He enjoys the morning hours, the quiet before the day will rip them apart. It is this destruction and reformation and noise and peace that he clings to.
The mundane is a precious thing when Tezuka will inevitably be sent overseas for months and years and maybe decades but actually just weeks. It is only in his absence that these seconds turn to hours and these hours to days.
Fuji fills these days with workshops and activities and lessons of foreign languages. He studies French and German and mixes pronouns and verbs and tenses while watching his sister’s children without even her asking. Fuji is quieter in these days that give him too much time for thinking. They aren’t new lovers anymore, Fuji thinks he should certainly not be acting like some forlorn wife left for the first time. And yet, there is a lack when Tezuka is gone. The silence is oppressive and he seeks to fill it with whatever means possible.
Sometimes Fuji laughs at himself and mutters you’re pining like some schoolgirl and how true it is. He misses discussing business that only interests him because it is connected to Tezuka, he misses showing Tezuka his snapshots first and almost conversations over morning coffee. He misses the light that reflects off of Tezuka’s glasses and Tezuka’s failure at conversations. Most of all, he misses Tezuka.
But the world falls into focus when Tezuka returns and that frantic attempt to fill the empty space is no longer necessary. For it has already been filled again.
