A request from BibbieSparks
Chapter 7: The Meeting.
No…Why does he have to be here?… Fuji already feels like throwing up on the counter but controlled himself.
"Inui sempai. What are you doing here?" The little tennis pro was talking to the tall chemist while Fuji still had his back turned on him while watching the register lady checking out the produce and items the light brunette had dumped into the counter, loudly.
"I just came to shop just like how you two are doing… I'm making more inventions of the Inui juice, Fuji; do you want to try some?" Fuji's back stiffened when he heard his name out of that…mouth. He didn't reply, all he just wants to do was to get out of there and not see him, instead he was here.
"I thought you're suppose to be in Shinjuku." The cold voice came immediately, making the two notice that, forming the question marks came above their heads. Inui only cocked his head to the side, the basket on his arm laying at the crook of his arm.
"The school's water main pipe exploded from one of our classmates trying to make a bomb from the chemicals during our lab class. He was suspended and three whole floors were covered with water including the cafeteria. So the school is temporarily shut down for a week until the water pipes were fixed. I thought that I would visit here for a while until school goes back again." I'm sure you would… Ryoma smirked while Fuji tightened the line of his lips to not make eye contact with the other and continued to ignore him.
"Is that so…" The rustle of the bag containing Fuji's dinner was placed on the counter as the lady behind it told the brunette the price.
"Your payment is 1750 yen please." She smiled pleasantly at him as if she didn't see the glum and horrid look on his pale face as he gave her the crumbled bills and change from the small wallet to her. He always did like giving the exact change so he didn't have to carry the change leftover while he's struggling to carry the bags.
"Then, I'll be going. It was nice seeing you Echizen." Not including the other's name, he left off as fast as he could only hearing a question from Inui that didn't reach into Fuji's ears as he left through the sliding doors. He didn't want to see him, hear his voice or even be near him right now. How did he not remember what he did even when he's drunk, at least people remember something a day after or two? Stomping all the way to the street, watching the lights switching colors, the bags in both hands were making swishing noises…hearing a voice behind calling for him…
"Fuji, wait!" Groaning inwardly, Fuji had to stop, though he was grateful to stop the pain underneath his feet, but it didn't help that his pursuer was the man who have unintentionally raped him and doesn't remember a thing. Turning around reluctantly, Fuji saw the glasses man a few feet away from him with small pants out of his breath, creating the visible hazy puffs from the season. He had pink spots balanced at his cheeks and the glasses covered the green eyes he saw back at the mansion, the beautiful eyes that was a sight to see making a twinge in his chest make him want to see them again but told him firmly that he wasn't someone to be messed around with; drunk.
"Yes, Inui?" Already wanting to go home and forget about seeing him or talking to him and lay on his feet on the couch like a lazy bum and relax. But he stood there with the man who he found feelings with for over two years, unable to look at him in the eyes or glasses rather or even say anything decent about him.
"You didn't want to try my Inui juices?" The thought of trying to drink any of his juices was disgusting now and he could feel the food from last night at the base of his throat. Trying to swallow it down so he could speak, he had to clear his throat so it would cover up the sound of his gulping.
"No. Not today. I have…plans." Unable to come up with any excuse, he couldn't tell him that Oishi was coming over later to babysit him because of him.
"I see. Another time then. So how have you been?" Oh my god, why can't I leave? Fuji only smile at him and only replied what he say to anyone else who asked.
"I'm fine, how are you?" Gritting his teeth and trying to be 'polite', Fuji was counting down the time of how long he was being with him since that night. It's been five minutes and 29 seconds and counting. Hoping the talk with him won't be more than ten minutes; the bags were cutting the palms of his hands along with the wind numbing the pain yet making the skin dry and cracked.
"It's been…hmm…how should I say…" It was a first that Inui doesn't even know how he's feeling making Fuji queasier and irritated at how much time Inui needs to think about how does he feel right now. Tapping his foot against the pavement rapidly, it wasn't helping that he wanted to get away from him.
"I guess I'm doing good, compared with all the exams happening and the event at the school." I'm sure you are, compared to me that is. He was getting a little pissed off and the aura he was giving out was affecting the people around him, all with scared faces and about five feet away from the two. Inui hasn't notice so far or he has been hiding it behind the glasses of his. Okay now for an escape plan.
"Well then, I should get going. I do have plans after all." Fuji said with a sigh, hoping the other man would get a hint and leave him alone, never to see his face again whatsoever and out of his life. Because I don't want to have any feelings for someone who raped me and not even know it.
"Oh sure. Umm Fuji. I was thinking about something else too."
"What is it?" He was about to explode, the aura turning darker and darker, making people go across the street and completely avoid the brunette with a demon look in his eyes that seemed murderous and deadly to kill when looked at. Though Inui didn't seem to notice when his hand was on his chin trying to spit out the words that Fuji would answer and leave him behind. Leave everything behind.
"Uhh…I was wondering if you have helped me that night. That night at the New Year's party." He had to ask that. The question that would make this man wonder what happened at that night when he obviously can't remember anything.
"You didn't remember anything." Fuji said flatly at him who nodded as a response, having Fuji wonder if he should tell him what happen or make everything normal and that nothing happened to him or to the other. It was a difficult decision and both ways will eventually meet somewhere no matter what he would tell him.
"So…what happened to me? All I remembered was that I was drinking something you gave me and…well; everything was all spinning and unclear that I don't think that even hypnosis would be able to look back what happened. If you don't mind, I would like to know." If I did tell him, what would happen to me? Would he even know how I feel about him? If he doesn't return that, then I would know, that everything is over and that I could go back to the life that I've been living; the quiet and isolated life where I have to keep watching others couple and connect with each other at a distance, the simple touches and feelings that are shown in their faces, something that I can't be able to do when I can't be able to deal with such things.
Do I tell him or do I them him the lies that I have to deal with when he finds the truth?
Clearing his throat, Fuji stared out at the street so he wouldn't have to look at him and remember everything in his head even though it was already branded in the deepest part of his mind. "You…you were drunk…and…you collapsed on top of me. I took you to the bathroom… well,Momo helped me." The beginning of the truth…but what would come after? Fuji took a deep breath while putting the bags down to rub his hands warm from the cold. The skies beginning to get dark and the sun was set at the mid skies, streams of people coming out to lunch or already out of work or school.
"Then…you threw up. In the bathroom I mean. Momo was surprised and shocked…you didn't even know where you were…Then we took you to a room…" A room where I lost my freaking virginity. Inui looked thoughtfully while taking in the whole information Fuji was telling him, his hand on his chin while his other hand was clenching and unclenching the plastic bag. Waiting for the next information that Fuji was telling him, Fuji hesitated with an intake of breath.
"…You collapsed in the room and fell asleep…That was all…" Feeling a lump at his throat, Fuji thought that it was better for him. Better for the both of them. At least he won't be able to find out what happened between them and put it behind him. Put everything behind him. Hopefully.
"I…see." Inui didn't look convinced and that made Fuji sweat and decided that was enough for today. His back was stinging and he kept shuffling or switching his feet when one started hurting from standing too much. He looked like he was about to say something but Fuji beated him to it and started his goodbye.
"Well then. I' better get going."
"Oh, sorry to keep you. Thank you for the info. I'll see you sometime then." Waving at him when he started to walk down the direction where he came, leaving Fuji to walk down the sidewalk back to his apartment, fuming that he had used up lot of time just from talking to him. He used to like talking to the old teammates, but now…everyone's going in their own direction and they're all leaving each other in their memories. Fuji didn't want that but he was already doing that. With Inui though, it was just something he couldn't be able to let go. It felt…impossible to not think about him.
Somewhere along the way to his apartment, he felt something when talking to him, almost like something was warm and yet cold at the same time. He didn't even notice that his heart hasn't stop pounding since he saw him. It was peculiar and interesting but Fuji thought that was nothing. His feelings will always be kept inside him. That was what he always did and vowed to continue that until he dies.
He can never know. Fuji vowed to that as he found the familiar structure of the building and walked up the stairs in agony. When he got to his door, he found a letter addressed from the hospital, making him wonder what they have found while he turn the golden key into the hole underneath the knob and let himself in.
Dropping the bags at the entrance and kicking his shoes aside, Fuji sighed contently as he rubbed his hands together as he walked into the semi cold room, turning up the heater so the room would feel warmer. The bags left behind, Fuji thinking he would go pick them up later after a short nap. Hopefully Oishi will come in with the key unlike before. Plopping down on the bed, face first, his stomach still churning and messing up his mind, he groaned to get up and drag himself to the bathroom, feeling the sour hot liquid rising at his throat.
He was already tired of throwing up but he didn't want to go to the hospital again. They sent me a letter… Remembering about the letter that he left on the couch, his knees buckled when he tried standing and went over to the sink for about the hundredth time and rinsed out the acid.
Exhaling out lightly, wobbling out of the room as he held on to the stained white walls and onto the floor near the couch. The now crushed envelope was there, opening it from the side there was nothing but a flimsy letter, written in the neat font as they do in college.
Reading at a slow snail pace, Fuji had to go back there as soon as possible so they would be able to check up on him again. Apparently, the doctor was worried or he thought he might have found something in him. After Fuji finished reading the short paper, he heard the door open and hearing Oishi's voice calling for him.
"Fuji?" Walking in to the living room, he gave out an 'oh' and smiled at him like he just had exciting news to share or just plain happy to see him. Fuji sitting on the floor of the room, slouched on the couch with the letter in his hands making Oishi ask what was in the letter.
"This? Just from the hospital…" Waving the light letter at the other who walked his way, Oishi took a seat in front of him having to read the letter while Fuji watched.
"Oh, it looks like you're going to have to go back there this weekend. Do you want me to go with you? Eiji's been busy with his job and it's only the first week." So far Eiji had been taking up a part time job since he needed it for his school supplies and the other things that he usually spend on; food and sneakers. He still have a favorite for buying sneakers even after playing tennis. But now they were getting pricier and Eiji didn't really have the money and he couldn't keep asking his parents for money anymore. Oishi already told Eiji to be a little more independent but Eiji was savoring the attention and wanted to get it a little longer.
Fuji, however, was lucky enough to receive a scholarship for the major he was applying, so it didn't bother him but that he just needed a bit of money for his rent and the necessaries at the house. He had been working at a restaurant before and then a small part time photographer for a bunch of scenery shots. That had earned him something but he quitted afterward when the company was shutting down because of financial problems.
"No, I'll be fine by myself. How's your day?" Fuji wasn't going to tell Oishi that he saw Inui today so he had to stay calm and make sure he didn't notice anything in his behavior. All he had to do was act the same person as he always was even before that night. Everything would be fine then, right? Oishi didn't notice anything about Fuji's behavior; it seemed that he was preoccupied to his thoughts.
"Ehh…It's alright. Just…a lot of things to think about. How about yours? Did you go out? I saw some bags at the entrance."
"Yea, I just wanted to buy some food since there wasn't any around here. I was going to call you to borrow some cleaning supplies but I guess I forgot." Fuji getting up to get the bags from the doorway, Oishi following to help him. The bags that were neglected were placed on the kitchen table, Fuji taking out the items while Oishi listed them in his head.
"What are you going to do with the cranberries?"
"Oh, I thought of eating them with spaghetti. I have been craving for cranberry sauce for a while now." Walking to the kitchen with the cranberry cans and the packaged pasta, placing them on the counter near the sink. Oishi watched him as he started to put away everything else into the cupboards and into the fridge.
"Did you have a hard time carrying them today?"
"Hmm…Somewhat, it's not so bad though. They're just a couple of bags." Sitting on the chair that was closest to him, Fuji rubbed his eyes tiredly, almost just wanting to go to sleep. Oishi catching to Fuji's sleepy like face smiled and asked if he wanted to take a nap before he would go and make the dinner for them.
"No, its fine, I want to do it. You can go home early." It sounded like Fuji was the master of the house and Oishi and Eiji were servants to him. Though if Fuji had costumes it would be interesting but he was too lazy to comment on it. Wondering if it was a good idea to leave early, Oishi sighed and asked him if he was alright.
"You seem tired. Almost like you've been doing something or thinking too much." Fuji only blinked at him, hoping he wasn't giving anything away that screamed 'Yes, I saw my rapist/crush or whatever you want to call him today and he doesn't seem to remember anything, that bastard.' He gritted his teeth and just told him that it was just the shopping that made him tired.
Fuji didn't seem concerned that Oishi was giving him weird looks without having to say anything; Fuji just went right on to cooking for the two. Oishi looked a little concerned about Fuji and about the food he was going to make. Spaghetti and cranberry sauce? It must taste weird, Oishi thought as he watched Fuji pour the cranberry sauce into the bowl, mixing it with who knows what to make things weird.
The weekend came and Fuji was back in the hospital, sitting at a small office with only an examining table and a small silver desk filled with opened books and papers scattered in and around it. Fuji was a little more impatient now that he was waiting for more than half an hour just to get another check up and that Eiji was soon coming over to 'babysit' him at his house even though it's about noon to one. Sitting at the plastic white chair with his foot tapping to the clock's ticking beat, Fuji wondered who would be checking on him and how long it was going to take.
Just then the door opened making Fuji jump a little to attention as his eyes found the person at the doorway wearing a white lab coat just like all of the other doctors and nurses.
"Oh, it's you." A surprised voice was said from the nurse that took care of him when they discharged him, her blonde hair in pigtails swishing as she closed the door behind her, allowing the sound of her footsteps and the shuffling of papers she had in her hands to fill up the once quiet room. He wondered why the doctor wasn't here and somehow reading his mind, she answered him.
"The doctor that was suppose to see you is a little busy right now. He's the same one who have checked up on you last…month?" Fuji nodded and the nurse took out a pen from her breast pocket, noticing the ID key dangling from her neck, but couldn't see her name.
"So, how are you feeling? Anymore vomiting or headaches?" He wasn't sure he would tell her that there were some small times when he had vomiting but headaches were a little bit less.
"I've been feeling better. There's not much headaches or vomiting from the past couple of weeks."
"What do you not much? Did you still throw up when you were at home or had some reflexes of throwing up?"
"N-no." Geez, I wish I had the old man better. Fuji bit his lip, having to draw blood from biting too hard just from thinking that the nurse was being a bit of a nosy person though he wasn't sure if she was.
"I see…Then do you mind if you get up on the examining table?" Hoping that he didn't have to show his body completely to her, she only gestured the table next to him and he reluctantly took a seat at the table with the flimsy sheet of paper that was to protect germs and other things from others when they take a seat down.
Checking his eyes, ears nose, and mouth she then took out her stethoscope and started to lift his shirt up making him flinch. The nurse looked up and found his eyes, giving him an apologetic glance before placing the stethoscope near his lungs, not noticing the slightly abnormal bump at his pelvis area. Moving the cold instrument at his chest area from his lungs to his heart, she listened intently to his heartbeat while telling him to breathe accordingly so she could listen to his heartbeat.
"Okay…" Just when Fuji could breathe with relief, as the blonde placed his shirt back in place, she noticed the bump that was sticking out from his body. Finding it odd and yet interesting, she didn't know why but she went over to it. Taking a closer look to the bump, she poked at it; making Fuji let out a small cry of shock that it didn't feel soft like how fat was but hard.
"What is this? Are you constipated?" Fuji didn't believe he was constipated, but now that he thought about it, he had been going to the bathroom more often so he couldn't say no.
"Umm, no, I'm not. Why?"
"Usually when you're constipated, your pelvic area underneath your stomach is hard because all of the waste that's stuck there because you don't have enough fiber. What have you been eating since yesterday?" Fuji has been eating a lot of things, a lot of things combined with other weird ones that was…
"Yesterday I had cereal and cranberries for breakfast and then for lunch…umm, I think it was the leftover pasta I made about two days ago. For dinner, I had chicken with some salad dressing and fried bananas with a slice of melon cake with chocolate filling." She looked at him like he was from a foreign place when she started to take her clipboard and write down some notes on it. Fuji started to get nervous and his heart was thumping fast and his mind screaming at him to make up something so he won't give out any suspicion.
"Was it that bad?" She gave him another look that just said 'yes'. He started to fidget in his position, having her to tell him that he could get off of the table now which he gratefully did while facing her with a look of fear and anxiety.
She sighed as she took in her notes and a hard look at him. Fuji didn't know what to say. Was it weird that he wanted to eat things like this? He didn't know what was happening but she took out her pager and started calling someone, making Fuji's blood and sweat run cold as she relayed her message to the doctor he was suppose to see.
"Excuse me sir, but I think you might want to come to your office. There's something you might want to see."
Heads up! I'm going back in school now so it'll be a bit of a time hassling to be able to upload another chapter, so I'm sorry but hopefully you guys can wait for a little while uintil I can be able to write something good. D: