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Dec. 2nd, 2007 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha“Taka-san.” Taka glanced up at Fuji, who was smiling at him from his office. “I’m planning on closing up soon. Are you going to keep waiting?”
“O-oh no.” Taka fumbled with his things, he had just been putting them away. “I’ll be right there Fujiko.”
Fuji closed the door to his office, locking it and sticking the jangling keys into his pocket. He was already tucked into his winter coat, with a soft blue scarf wrapped around his neck. Eiji had bought Fuji that scarf last year for his birthday. “Taka-san, why do you stay so late?” Fuji questioned, sliding into a seat at the sushi bar.
“I guess because there’s nothing to go home to.” Taka had given up his dream of running Kawamura sushi years ago. His father never saw how good a sushi chef Taka really was, only that Taka was the son who played a good game of tennis. Kawamura also was constantly attempting to hook Taka up with girls, despite Taka’s disinterest. Taka might have settled down with one of them, and lived a mildly unhappy life at Kawamura sushi if not for one person.
“Drifting off again.” Fuji chuckled, tapping Taka right between the eyebrows. “You’re all cleaned up! Let’s go!”
“Right behind you Fujiko.” Taka smiled, grabbing his own coat and bundling himself up. Fuji had been a godsend, returning from his university in France Fuji had set himself up to run one of the best clubs in Tokyo. He’d stolen Taka away from Kawamura sushi, at first swearing it would be only for a little while, but as time went on Taka found he wanted to return to working under his father less and less.
Fuji locked the doors before stuffing his hands into his pockets. Taka gazed into the east, pretending for a bit he could see the sunrise through the buildings and the early morning fog. “Maa.” Fuji let out a puff of air. “So he didn’t come again?”
“I don’t know who you mean.” Taka shuffled his feet in the dusting of snow on the ground. “Walk you to the trains?”
Fuji laughed. “I’d never turn down such a generous offer.”
Their walk continued in silence, a rare happening in Tokyo. It was just the right time of day, before the early risers had awoken and after the drunken salarymen had stumbled home. There was only Fuji, Taka, and other quiet, tired night workers heading home. The noise picked up right before they entered the train station, everyone congregating lead to noise. The energy was starting to pick up as well, the normal manic energy of Tokyo stirring everyone’s blood.
“I’ll see you later Taka-san.” Fuji waved, and ran to slip into his train and grab a seat before anyone else. Taka headed to his train at a slightly more sedate pace, meaning he jogged, before squashing himself into the last car. Several stops later and Taka was out again, emerging from the throng and heading towards his apartment building.
Separating from his father had meant a new home. Taka’s small apartment did not feel like home yet, despite the small cacti Fuji had bought him, or the housewarming present Eiji had gotten him.
“I’m home.” Taka called out, toeing off his shoes and setting his keys on a small rack by the door.
“Mrow…” A tinkling noise and then a scruffy white cat with yellow eyes and a squashed face was staring up at him.
“Hello Jin.” Taka greeted, scratching the cat behind his ears. Jin’s tail swished on the floor before he turned and stalked off imperiously. Shaking his head Taka headed into the kitchen, Jin would want to be fed first and then…
“Can’t believe you fucking named a cat after me. Fucking unimaginative.” Akutsu snorted, tapping the ash from his cigarette into a bowl. “Couldn’t think of a better name?” Jin hopped up onto the small kitchen table, imperiously nudging at Akutsu’s hand to be petted.
“Well.” Taka stated, surprised. “It fit.” Akutsu snorted again, lifting his hand and stroking it down Jin’s back. The white cat arched into the touch, purring.
“Whatever Kawamura. Make me some food, I’m starved.”
“O-oh no.” Taka fumbled with his things, he had just been putting them away. “I’ll be right there Fujiko.”
Fuji closed the door to his office, locking it and sticking the jangling keys into his pocket. He was already tucked into his winter coat, with a soft blue scarf wrapped around his neck. Eiji had bought Fuji that scarf last year for his birthday. “Taka-san, why do you stay so late?” Fuji questioned, sliding into a seat at the sushi bar.
“I guess because there’s nothing to go home to.” Taka had given up his dream of running Kawamura sushi years ago. His father never saw how good a sushi chef Taka really was, only that Taka was the son who played a good game of tennis. Kawamura also was constantly attempting to hook Taka up with girls, despite Taka’s disinterest. Taka might have settled down with one of them, and lived a mildly unhappy life at Kawamura sushi if not for one person.
“Drifting off again.” Fuji chuckled, tapping Taka right between the eyebrows. “You’re all cleaned up! Let’s go!”
“Right behind you Fujiko.” Taka smiled, grabbing his own coat and bundling himself up. Fuji had been a godsend, returning from his university in France Fuji had set himself up to run one of the best clubs in Tokyo. He’d stolen Taka away from Kawamura sushi, at first swearing it would be only for a little while, but as time went on Taka found he wanted to return to working under his father less and less.
Fuji locked the doors before stuffing his hands into his pockets. Taka gazed into the east, pretending for a bit he could see the sunrise through the buildings and the early morning fog. “Maa.” Fuji let out a puff of air. “So he didn’t come again?”
“I don’t know who you mean.” Taka shuffled his feet in the dusting of snow on the ground. “Walk you to the trains?”
Fuji laughed. “I’d never turn down such a generous offer.”
Their walk continued in silence, a rare happening in Tokyo. It was just the right time of day, before the early risers had awoken and after the drunken salarymen had stumbled home. There was only Fuji, Taka, and other quiet, tired night workers heading home. The noise picked up right before they entered the train station, everyone congregating lead to noise. The energy was starting to pick up as well, the normal manic energy of Tokyo stirring everyone’s blood.
“I’ll see you later Taka-san.” Fuji waved, and ran to slip into his train and grab a seat before anyone else. Taka headed to his train at a slightly more sedate pace, meaning he jogged, before squashing himself into the last car. Several stops later and Taka was out again, emerging from the throng and heading towards his apartment building.
Separating from his father had meant a new home. Taka’s small apartment did not feel like home yet, despite the small cacti Fuji had bought him, or the housewarming present Eiji had gotten him.
“I’m home.” Taka called out, toeing off his shoes and setting his keys on a small rack by the door.
“Mrow…” A tinkling noise and then a scruffy white cat with yellow eyes and a squashed face was staring up at him.
“Hello Jin.” Taka greeted, scratching the cat behind his ears. Jin’s tail swished on the floor before he turned and stalked off imperiously. Shaking his head Taka headed into the kitchen, Jin would want to be fed first and then…
“Can’t believe you fucking named a cat after me. Fucking unimaginative.” Akutsu snorted, tapping the ash from his cigarette into a bowl. “Couldn’t think of a better name?” Jin hopped up onto the small kitchen table, imperiously nudging at Akutsu’s hand to be petted.
“Well.” Taka stated, surprised. “It fit.” Akutsu snorted again, lifting his hand and stroking it down Jin’s back. The white cat arched into the touch, purring.
“Whatever Kawamura. Make me some food, I’m starved.”
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