020. the language of the visionary and the idealist. Fuji/Tezuka, Fuji/Yumiko
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"The Magician," Yumiko says, running her fingertips with their lightly manicured nails across the image on the card. "His message is one of discipline and responsibility. You have the power within yourself to accomplish whatever you wish." Her voice always changes when she speaks of the tarot, as though tapping into a higher power and voicing its thoughts as nothing more than a vessel. "Focus your will and hone your skills. Be aware of control and manipulation. Power can blind you to what is appropriate." She brings herself back to reality and looks at Fuji intently as she speaks the last part. "Keep in mind the negative stereotype of the Magician as a charlatan or a swindler."
Fuji shrugs and stretches; they have been sitting on the floor together like this for a while now, but he is used to an intensive reading taking time. Yumiko is still studying him for a reaction.
"What do you want me to say?" Fuji asks.
"You must have an idea of who this might be." She says, tapping the picture deliberately slowly.
"I might." Fuji replies casually, breaking into a grin at the last possible second.
"You're not going to tell!" Yumiko exclaimed with realisation. Her eyes set themselves with determination. "I will weed it out of you."
"You have my permission to try." Fuji says, choosing his words carefully.
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"Why don't you just try?" Tezuka asks Fuji once more. Though he tries to pretend he does not get fixated on things, he will not let this subject go. And Tezuka has yet to realise on he can bring out Fuji's true will to play properly.
Fuji can have this conversation on auto-pilot now; it is perhaps the only thing that can truly drive any kind of a wedge between the two them, no matter how temporarily. He tempts himself at night thinking that Tezuka could be the Magician, but during the day reminds himself Tezuka will never take action to make himself so.
A car pulls into the school gates and draws to a halt. It's an uncommon sound, and Fuji knows his sister is going to give him a ride home, and so it distracts him from his usual replies to Tezuka's repetitive barrage of questions.
"You sure do spend a lot of time with your sister," Tezuka says. In his usual tone, it is neither suspicious nor accusing; simply an observation.
"We live together, as it happens." Fuji replies. He is not ruffled in the least by Tezuka's words. Tezuka simply refuses to release enough daydream and imagination to ever even come close to working out the truth.
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"You sure do waste a lot of time talking with someone who makes no real effort to even reply to you." Yumiko says idly. She is cooking dinner, but now that everything is in the pot and bubbling away, she has nothing left to do except supervise and play with her dangling earrings. Fuji watches intently as they shimmer against the light.
"You're more alike than you would believe." Fuji smirks, wondering if this is his sister expressing jealousy. She's not usually the jealous type, having far too much confidence in herself for anything or anyone to become a threat.
"Is that my warning?" His sister asks, an eyebrow raised. Now he knows she is jealous. Which means she believes there is something to be jealous about, which is fascinating. Fuji lets the silence hang in the air for a while, not struggling to find an answer or something to say, just wanting to absorb the situation, and let Yumiko think about what she had said. She serves up two plates of food and Fuji lets her place his in front of him, sit down and place her napkin in her lap daintily before he finally speaks.
"What do you know?"
"What do I suspect, do you mean?" Yumiko asks. "Or what have I read in the cards?"
"One tends to lead to the other," Fuji shrugs. "You get suspicious, you go and consult your cards. You consult the cards, it presents ideas vague enough to cause suspicion."
"You never let me get one up on you." Yumiko says with an ironic smile. "Never let anything slip."
"With someone like you around, dear sister," Fuji says airily, "I've become used to watching what I say, before I say it. So you have only yourself to blame."
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Fuji/Tezuka, Fuji/Yumiko
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"The Magician," Yumiko says, running her fingertips with their lightly manicured nails across the image on the card. "His message is one of discipline and responsibility. You have the power within yourself to accomplish whatever you wish." Her voice always changes when she speaks of the tarot, as though tapping into a higher power and voicing its thoughts as nothing more than a vessel. "Focus your will and hone your skills. Be aware of control and manipulation. Power can blind you to what is appropriate." She brings herself back to reality and looks at Fuji intently as she speaks the last part. "Keep in mind the negative stereotype of the Magician as a charlatan or a swindler."
Fuji shrugs and stretches; they have been sitting on the floor together like this for a while now, but he is used to an intensive reading taking time. Yumiko is still studying him for a reaction.
"What do you want me to say?" Fuji asks.
"You must have an idea of who this might be." She says, tapping the picture deliberately slowly.
"I might." Fuji replies casually, breaking into a grin at the last possible second.
"You're not going to tell!" Yumiko exclaimed with realisation. Her eyes set themselves with determination. "I will weed it out of you."
"You have my permission to try." Fuji says, choosing his words carefully.
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"Why don't you just try?" Tezuka asks Fuji once more. Though he tries to pretend he does not get fixated on things, he will not let this subject go. And Tezuka has yet to realise on he can bring out Fuji's true will to play properly.
Fuji can have this conversation on auto-pilot now; it is perhaps the only thing that can truly drive any kind of a wedge between the two them, no matter how temporarily. He tempts himself at night thinking that Tezuka could be the Magician, but during the day reminds himself Tezuka will never take action to make himself so.
A car pulls into the school gates and draws to a halt. It's an uncommon sound, and Fuji knows his sister is going to give him a ride home, and so it distracts him from his usual replies to Tezuka's repetitive barrage of questions.
"You sure do spend a lot of time with your sister," Tezuka says. In his usual tone, it is neither suspicious nor accusing; simply an observation.
"We live together, as it happens." Fuji replies. He is not ruffled in the least by Tezuka's words. Tezuka simply refuses to release enough daydream and imagination to ever even come close to working out the truth.
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"You sure do waste a lot of time talking with someone who makes no real effort to even reply to you." Yumiko says idly. She is cooking dinner, but now that everything is in the pot and bubbling away, she has nothing left to do except supervise and play with her dangling earrings. Fuji watches intently as they shimmer against the light.
"You're more alike than you would believe." Fuji smirks, wondering if this is his sister expressing jealousy. She's not usually the jealous type, having far too much confidence in herself for anything or anyone to become a threat.
"Is that my warning?" His sister asks, an eyebrow raised. Now he knows she is jealous. Which means she believes there is something to be jealous about, which is fascinating. Fuji lets the silence hang in the air for a while, not struggling to find an answer or something to say, just wanting to absorb the situation, and let Yumiko think about what she had said. She serves up two plates of food and Fuji lets her place his in front of him, sit down and place her napkin in her lap daintily before he finally speaks.
"What do you know?"
"What do I suspect, do you mean?" Yumiko asks. "Or what have I read in the cards?"
"One tends to lead to the other," Fuji shrugs. "You get suspicious, you go and consult your cards. You consult the cards, it presents ideas vague enough to cause suspicion."
"You never let me get one up on you." Yumiko says with an ironic smile. "Never let anything slip."
"With someone like you around, dear sister," Fuji says airily, "I've become used to watching what I say, before I say it. So you have only yourself to blame."
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