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Feb. 12th, 2008 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaCaller ID was a funny thing, Chitose thought as he stared down at his ringing phone.
There were three people who called Chitose’s cell phone; Miyuki, Shiraishi, and Chitose’s mom. The person calling him right now shouldn’t even have his cell phone number.
Chitose had only gotten the cell phone after he moved to and he got himself lost several times in a row. Chitose’s mother had insisted.
Sliding the phone open Chitose pressed it to his ear. “Chitose here.”
“Thank god.” Hearing Tachibana’s voice was like being smacked in the face with nostalgia. “I thought I had the wrong number.” Tachibana didn’t sound angry, which was a change. Tachibana didn’t used to be able to handle being made to wait, especially not on the phone.
“No. Right number.” Chitose leaned back on the park bench and watched the kids on the playground run around. Chitose liked to come here; sometimes he brought Kin and wore the kid out before carrying him home to his mom. Kin’s mom always seemed to appreciate it. Chitose wouldn’t admit that he came to the playground because he missed Miyuki.
“Hey, Chitose.” Tachibana cleared his through. Chitose realized he hadn’t been paying attention. “You know, you’re not supposed to drift off when on the phone with people.”
“Eh?” Chitose shook himself slightly. “Sorry Kippei. Anyway, why’d you call? And how’d you get my number anyway?”
“I still have your home phone, and your mom gave me your cell number.” That made sense. “Look, I know you’re in… Osaka right? But I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind heading to Kyushu for a day.”
Chitose raised an eyebrow. Getting to Kyushu wasn’t that hard, though Shiraishi would throw a bitch-fit if Chitose took of for a few days so close to Nationals. Still, Miyuki had that tennis competition coming up right? Miyuki’s e-mails tended to focus very little on tennis, but Chitose knew his little sister rocked, and remember that she had mentioned something about an important match… “I could head down there. Any reason why?”
“You know Tezuka Kunimitsu was injured in his match against Hyotei right?” Tachibana actually managed to sound concerned.
“When did you start caring about rival players?” This was so ultimately bizarre. Tachibana barely cared about his own teammates at Shishigaku. Maybe the person on the other side of the line was merely someone who sounded like Tachibana. Or maybe those whacky Buddhist priests had finally perfected their mind melding skills.
Tachibana coughed, or it might have been cell static, before saying, “Look, Tezuka’s… I know you want to play him. I want to play him too. Hell, Chitose, everyone wants to play him. And… Tezuka’s team’s worried. I just thought you could check on him, see how he’s recovering from his injury.”
Chitose paused, his mouth twitching up into a relaxed smile. “Sure. I’ll call you back about it.”
“Thanks, Chitose.” Tachibana’s tone was gruff, but honest.
“And hey, Kippei.” Chitose’s lazy smile broke into a grin. “Tokyo’s done you good.”
Chitose could hear the smile on the other line, and could definitely hear the relief in Tachibana’s voice when the other spoke. “I’ll see you at Nationals.”
Chitose pocketed his phone. “Nationals…” Chitose laughed. “Damn they’re gonna be fun.” Slipping his feet back into his geta Chitose clopped off. He had a train to catch.
Chitose had only gotten the cell phone after he moved to and he got himself lost several times in a row. Chitose’s mother had insisted.
Sliding the phone open Chitose pressed it to his ear. “Chitose here.”
“Thank god.” Hearing Tachibana’s voice was like being smacked in the face with nostalgia. “I thought I had the wrong number.” Tachibana didn’t sound angry, which was a change. Tachibana didn’t used to be able to handle being made to wait, especially not on the phone.
“No. Right number.” Chitose leaned back on the park bench and watched the kids on the playground run around. Chitose liked to come here; sometimes he brought Kin and wore the kid out before carrying him home to his mom. Kin’s mom always seemed to appreciate it. Chitose wouldn’t admit that he came to the playground because he missed Miyuki.
“Hey, Chitose.” Tachibana cleared his through. Chitose realized he hadn’t been paying attention. “You know, you’re not supposed to drift off when on the phone with people.”
“Eh?” Chitose shook himself slightly. “Sorry Kippei. Anyway, why’d you call? And how’d you get my number anyway?”
“I still have your home phone, and your mom gave me your cell number.” That made sense. “Look, I know you’re in… Osaka right? But I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind heading to Kyushu for a day.”
Chitose raised an eyebrow. Getting to Kyushu wasn’t that hard, though Shiraishi would throw a bitch-fit if Chitose took of for a few days so close to Nationals. Still, Miyuki had that tennis competition coming up right? Miyuki’s e-mails tended to focus very little on tennis, but Chitose knew his little sister rocked, and remember that she had mentioned something about an important match… “I could head down there. Any reason why?”
“You know Tezuka Kunimitsu was injured in his match against Hyotei right?” Tachibana actually managed to sound concerned.
“When did you start caring about rival players?” This was so ultimately bizarre. Tachibana barely cared about his own teammates at Shishigaku. Maybe the person on the other side of the line was merely someone who sounded like Tachibana. Or maybe those whacky Buddhist priests had finally perfected their mind melding skills.
Tachibana coughed, or it might have been cell static, before saying, “Look, Tezuka’s… I know you want to play him. I want to play him too. Hell, Chitose, everyone wants to play him. And… Tezuka’s team’s worried. I just thought you could check on him, see how he’s recovering from his injury.”
Chitose paused, his mouth twitching up into a relaxed smile. “Sure. I’ll call you back about it.”
“Thanks, Chitose.” Tachibana’s tone was gruff, but honest.
“And hey, Kippei.” Chitose’s lazy smile broke into a grin. “Tokyo’s done you good.”
Chitose could hear the smile on the other line, and could definitely hear the relief in Tachibana’s voice when the other spoke. “I’ll see you at Nationals.”
Chitose pocketed his phone. “Nationals…” Chitose laughed. “Damn they’re gonna be fun.” Slipping his feet back into his geta Chitose clopped off. He had a train to catch.
