rp log: Shiraishi & Chitose

[kurakurakura]

Rating: PG
When: Day that Kura got here
Where: Beach + Chitose's garden
What: A reunion



Tossing his phone beside him, Shiraishi sprawled himself out in the sand and waited. From past experience, Chitose would show up anywhere from five minutes to hours from now depending on his current...condition. So he made himself comfortable by one of the bonfires, and idly searched the landscape for the profile of his lanky friend.

Eventually, he saw something akin to a tree moving along the shore, and Shiraishi realized that it was Chitose he was staring at as the form came closer. His hair had gotten huge in the six months, and idly, he wondered if Chitose had taken a bath in that amount of time as well.

“Hey buchou-chan.” The tall young man came to a stop at Shiraishi’s feet and let his eyes drift up slowly until they finally settled on the familiar features and a smile broke out over his own. “You look good.” Bathed in the warm flickering light of the fires and tousled from his struggle with the sea there was only one comparison that came to mind as the towering hippy leaned down to offer his old captain and friend a hand up. “Like the birth of Venus.”

Shiraishi laughed as he took the hand and let Chitose pull him up. “You look like a....” he searched his old friend’s face for any changes, but in the dark it was hard to really tell, except that he had most definitely gotten darker in the sun, and his hair had grown exponentially wider. “...a tree.”

Grinning sheepishly, Shiraishi supposed that was not the best way to greet an old friend. “A very pretty tree.”

“A tree?” Tipping his head to the side Chitose peered quizzically down at his friend. “Pretty for a tree?” He added contemplatively, large hand still wrapped warmly around Shiraishi’s smaller one. “Does that mean you want to prune me?” He finished, leaning down to come face to face with the smaller blond and smile at him. “Buchou-chan’s always had a hand for plants.”

“You definitely could use a pruning,” Shiraishi agreed. Reaching up with his free hand, he started to comb through frizzy hair and pulled out a leaf that had probably gotten caught on his walk over here. “I’ll give you one in the morning. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to trim a tree though.”

He paused as he dropped his hand, still smiling. “So I suppose it all comes done to if you trust me or not.”

“Course I trust you.” Smiling cheerily, Chitose waited until Shiraishi had plucked the stray leaf out of his hair then straightened again. “So...do you want to see the island?” He asked, resting his hands on his hips. Of course it would make more sense to wait until it was light again but then Chitose had never been too worried about practicality of things.

Shiraishi shrugged. Why the hell not? It wasn’t like he was on a strict time schedule or anything anymore. Might as well see where he was going to be living for an indefinite period of time. It was kind of dark, but he figured that would give them an excuse to explore twice. “Lead the way Senri.”

“Right this way then.” Steering his captain away from the campfire Chitose had barely taken more than a few dozen steps before coming to a step and scratching his cheek while looking around. “I think the courts are that way...” He pointed in the vague direction to his left. “And the caves are over the.” Another general wave. “There’s a cave for the mad scientist dudes and one like an infirmary I think - but I haven’t been there yet.”

Chitose, Shiraishi decided, was probably not the best tour guide out of all the refugees that were present. At the word ‘infirmary’, he perked up and made a mental note to visit it tomorrow. It was probably the most exciting place on the island. “And where is your garden?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

“It’s a bit away from camp.” Chitose gestured again, in a new and excitingly vague direction. “Didn’t want to risk anybody peeing on it.” He tipped his head to the side and gave his former captain a curious look from under all all the hair falling every which way. “Do you want some?”

Shiraishi nodded as Chitose explained his logic, it made perfect sense to him. At the question, he thought for a brief moment. After the stress he had suffered, a way to take the edge off sounded kind of amazing. “Will you share with me?” Shiraishi asked, coming to stand by his friend.

“Course.” Smiling slightly Chitose rested his hand on Shiraishi’s head and gave his hair a quick ruffle. “I’m pretty much all out of the stuff from home but some of the plants around here are pretty good too.” Never having had his captain’s fascination with plants in general Chitose had a more, narrowed down and localized appreciation of them.

Wrinkling his nose as his hair got ruffled, Shiraishi reached up and wrapped a hand around a thin wrist. He brought Chitose’s hand down but did not let go as they stayed side by side. He wasn’t sure if it was just because he had not seen his friend in so long or the island living, but Chitose seemed way skinnier than he had before. “I’ll have to check them,” Shiraishi decided. “Wouldn’t want you to be smoking anything poisonous after all.”

Chuckling as he wasn’t rebuffed for taking such a liberty Chitose nodded. “I think I sorted everything out that would kill me right away but your skilled eye is always appreciated.” He joked, a lot more relaxed these days about the old issue with his sight. “Lets go and if they get your approval we can chill out like in the good old days.” Using Shiraishi’s hold on him he lazily steered his former captain towards his little patch of ‘heaven’. “They’ve been growing really well. Must be the climate.”

Shiraishi laughed as well before responding, “Then you must be content.” He let Chitose lazily tug him off in whatever direction they were going and eventually reached the patch. Reaching for his phone, he flashed the light in the direction of the plants and bent down to examine them.

“You did well Senri,” he mentioned as he went through the different types. None of them were poisonous so far. “I’m almost proud.”

“Only almost?” Having wandered over to the side of the little patch that he usually tested the fruits of his labor Chitose plopped down on the ground and stretched out his legs with a wry grin. “What would it take for you to be properly proud of me.” He batted his lashes at Shiraishi. “You should check in with Yukimura Seiichi from Rikkai sometime, he’s a flower nerd too.”

“He’s here as well?” Shiraishi asked curiously as he picked through the rest of the plants. Though the two captains shared a love for plants, Shiraishi preferred less visually appealing, more...lethal plant life than simple flowers.

Working his way around the small patch, Shiraishi plopped down next to long limbs and knocked his shoulder against Chitose’s arm. “And to properly be proud of you, I think I would have to try it to make sure it works as good as it looks.”

“Lets not waste any more time then.” Bumping Shiraishi’s shoulder with his arm in turn Chitose reached back and pulled the plastic baggie holding his supplies out of the little hollow he had discovered near the roots of the tree. “I always wanted to hear you say you’re proud of me.” He joked, unsealing the bag and retrieving two long white pieces of paper to contain their island spliffs.

“Oi, I’ve been proud of you before,” Shiraishi quipped in reply. Like the time when Chitose had “quit” but came back to play Tezuka. He had almost wanted to hug him, but that wasn’t very buchou-like. Especially when one’s team was in the semis at Nationals.

“You even have a secret hollow for this,” he observed, raising an eyebrow as he watched Chitose get everything ready. “Do you really think someone would steal it?”

“It’s not really stealing I’m worried about.” Crumbling some dried leaves with deft fingers Chitose then added some usual tobacco and with the ease of long practice twisted the papers into cones. “But I didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.” Such as Kintarou’s for example. “And there’s some people who don’t like it all that much.” Like Oishi who had worked himself up into quite a tizzy when he had lit up at that first memorable party.

“Well most tennis players aren’t exactly huge fans of such hobbies,” Shiraishi mused. Shitenhouji had always just been different; he didn’t understand why other people took things so seriously. They were living proof that you could get high and own at tennis. There probably would have been way less conflicts if everyone took their approach to such living.

Taking his joint from Chitose, he waited for his friend to light it before continuing, “You haven’t made your special sweets and gotten innocent victims high yet have you?”

“No.” Lighting first his captain’s joint then his own Chitose inhaled deeply and let the fragrant smoke fill his lungs, welcoming the heaviness settling in his limbs as if pushing him a little further into the ground so just his mind could rise above the limitations of the physical shell. “There’s not much in the way of a kitchen as far as I know so it would be pretty hard to bake anything.” Besides after that one time Kintarou had accidentally managed to get his hands on a space cookie and caused all kinds of mischief he had become more careful about things like that.
“The only other person I’ve gotten high was Atobe and he stole my joint.”

Shiraishi said nothing for awhile, taking a drag and sighing happily. University had been fun, but he had missed just relaxing with his friends...the ones from high school anyways. At the mention of Atobe, Shiraishi turned to look at Chitose, resting his cheek in his bandaged hand. “Atobe got high?” He asked, more than amused. “I’m sad I missed that. I’m sure it was a sight to behold.”

“It was pretty funny.” Leaning his head back against the tree Chitose smiled. “He’s really affectionate when he’s high. Pity he pretends he’s Mr. Untouchable when he’s sober.” Glancing over at Shiraishi his smile grew wider and he reached out to slide his fingertips over the blond strands of his former captain’s bangs. “Must be lonely.”

“So I missed snuggling with Atobe? Yes, yes very lonely,” Shiraishi teased. Chitose’s hand felt good in his hair so he scooted closer as he inhaled another long drag. He could feel the peaceful energy flowing through his veins and leaned against Chitose once he was close enough. “Or were you talking about something else?”

Curling an arm around Shiraishi’s shoulders Chitose felt a smile once again pull at the corners of his mouth and gave in to it easily, rubbing his thumb over the nape of the smaller blond’s neck. “Was I?” He tried to remember then shrugged. “Maybe?” It did get kind of lonely some times but he had his books and the blissful company of sweet smoke invading every cell of his body when he was tired of reading about the lives of other people. “Ken-cha keeps me company some times, but he doesn’t like Atobe-kun very much at all.”

“I’m sure he’s glad he gets to spend time with his cousin though,” Shiraishi murmured. Shifting, the former buchou moved so he could rest his back against Chitose’s chest. Senri had always been so damn comfortable especially in this like this. “I tried to rescue you guys....” he trailed off with a wave of his hand, trying to remember what he wanted to say. “...but at least you have more company now.”

“I think so too.” A long arm curled around Shiraishi’s waist to hug him against Chitose, hair rustling like foliage as the taller hippy leaned his head against his smaller companion’s. “Sorry you’re stuck here too now buchou-chan. I bet you probably have better things to do.”

Shiraishi smiled. “Nah, school is overrated.” The extra warmth was so nice, he thought happily. This coziness already made the rescue mission worth it. “Though...there were a lot more girls who fed me. That was nice.”

“True.” Chitose could only agree, after all he had practically travelled all over Japan during middle and high school and had still managed a more than respectable grade average. “Well you can ask An to feed you but I don’t know if that will happen.” Rubbing his cheek over silky sleek blond hair he smiled at the little tickle it caused. “Our buchou the ladies man.”

“Ken-chan will be jealousss when I tell him my stories,” Shiraishi teased. Apparently Tachibana’s sister was here as well. Which kind of begged the question of...who wasn’t on this island? Shiraishi was too lazy to get into the details now as he tugged on a particularly long lock of Chitose’s hair. “I missed your hair,” he mused. “People always asked me if it was full of secrets.”

“I bet he will.” All Kenya had to offer in the ways of conquests were a few kisses here and there and as far as Chitose could tell that handjob on the beach. “He’ll complain really loudly too.” Kenya always did and it was really pretty amusing in most cases. “If that were the case it would have learnt a lot more secrets here on the island.” Glancing down he smiled as the strand of his hair was caressed by those elegant fingers. It really was a rather lucky strand of hair and Chitose wished for a moment that he would be able to feel the touch as well as see it.

“Will they tell their secrets to me?” He turned a little so he could see Chitose’s face. “After all, I was buchou. Special privileges right?” After everything he had put up with (especially when it involved Kintarou), he deserved to know at least one.

“That depends.” Looking down at Shiraishi Chitose couldn’t help a smile at the little unconscious pout on his confident and strong captain’s face. “On what secret you want to know and if you will tell it a secret in return.”

Shiraishi bit back a laugh. “I will take whichever secret it is willing to part with,” he replied, talking half to Chitose’s face, half to his hair. “And I guess I can tell it a secret in return.” Wrapping a lock around his finger, he continued, “It has to be from the last six months though.”

Hmm. Closing his eyes Chitose tilted his head closer to Shiraishi and thought about which secret to share with his inquisitive former captain. Though usually he would have chose a personal secret and not one of his fellow islanders that he had discovered merely by accident there really wasn’t much that could be classified as a secret that had happened in the last six months. “You go first.” He finally decided, cracking an eye open again and peering at Shiraishi out of the corner of it.

“That’s not very fair.” He hummed as Chitose came closer and nuzzled his cheek. His friend smelled smoke and weed and really earthy. Yum. “But since I trust you, I’ll tell you my secret first.” Shiraishi pulled away slightly with a sheepish grin. “I had to make the walk of shame back to my dorm.....in a school girl’s uniform.”

Where his original clothes had gone and why that was the only option for clothing the next day....was still quite a mystery to him.

“Ooooh.” Chitose’s chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I wish I could have seen that.” He smiled at the mental image conjured up by Shiraishi’s words though there was one questions that had to be asked to round it all off. “Was the night before worth it?”

“I’m sure there are pictures somewhere.” Unfortunately. Shiraishi gave Chitose a look that screamed ‘yes’ as he smushed out the rest of his joint and leaned back against his friend. “One of the best I’ve had,” he answered, reaching up again for unruly hair. “Your hair’s turn.”

“I’ll have to ask around.” One of the others back in Osaka had to have gotten their hands on pictures if they existed - Koharu if nobody else. Chitose nodded thoughtfully as the torch was passed back to him - figuratively speaking. “Well....” Deciding on something embarrassing in a fair trade Chitose shrugged. “We had a party for Halloween here....and on the way there I fell into a hole. I couldn’t get out until the party was over.”

Shiraishi stared at Chitose for a long moment before bursting out laughing. “How did you get stuck in a hole?” He asked, trying to imagine it. “And wouldn’t you be tall enough to pull yourself out?”

“It was dark and it was a pretty deep hole.” Chitose defended himself. “Some of the guys here like to dig them.”

Still chuckling, the former buchou reached over and patted Chitose’s head. “And how did you end up getting out?”

“Momoshiro ended up falling in on top of me and then Fuji-kun pulled him and me out.” The taller hippy sighed and submitted to having his head patted. “I didn’t really have a costume anyways though, so it wasn’t too bad.”

“I always liked Fuji,” Shiraishi said, running his hand through thick strands. “He was a good opponent.”

“Maybe you can play him again sometime soon. I’m sure he would like that.” Chitose hummed as his eyes slipped shut thanks to the gentle motion of Shiraishi’s fingers in his hair.

“I should play you too,” Shiraishi decided. Noting Chitose’s closed eyes, he kept going with the soothing motions as he scooted back against his teammate. “Preferably not after we’ve....relaxed.”

“Mmm me?” Cracking an eye open again Chitose gave Shiraishi a doubtful look. “Tezuka always wants to play me I really don’t know why.” The lanky hippy shrugged. “But sure - we can play some time, I’ll save you a slot in my calendar.”

“I didn’t realize you were so popular Senri,” Shiraishi teased with a light yawn. Tennis was not everything anymore, but it was still fun. Somehow, he did not see Tezuka agreeing with that philosophy at all. The fellow buchou had always been so serious; maybe they could get him high one time. “I’ll try and wait in line like a good boy.”

“When have you ever not been a good boy.” Chitose drawled in amusement, tightening his hold on Shiraishi to pull him closer so they could both comfortably lean against each other. “Our very own golden boy.”

Shiraishi almost blushed at Chitose’s words. “I was always so perfect,” he teased. Perfection could never really be obtained though; people were not made to be perfect. Life would be so boring if they were. “So perfect in fact, fate did not want me to return from this island to spread it.”

"I guess you'll have to try and be a little less perfect, hm?" Smoothing his hand over Shiraishi's side Chitose chuckled. "I'll try and be an even worse influence." He considered it for a moment. "I'm sure Ken-cha would love to help corrupt you."

Shiraishi raised an eyebrow as he glanced up at Chitose. “What could you two do that I don’t already know about?” He asked. After all, they had known each other since...forever. It wasn’t like there was much Chitose or Kenya could hide. “I’m curious now.”

"Oh, all you know." Resting his chin on top of Shiraishi's head Chitose shrugged lazily. "Sleeping in late, lazing around, Eating junk food - all the good stuff." He was sure their resident speed star would be able to think of a few more things as well.

“Junk food is terrible for your body Senri,” Shiraishi replied, wrinkling his nose in almost disgust. “I brought you health drinks.” He poked at Chitose’s stomach, chiding him. “You’ve gotten too skinny.”

"I'll drink them." Chitose agreed placidly. "And you think? I just thought my clothes were starting to get a bit worn out." Which they were after all this time on the island with only rudimentary laundry equipment and an owner who didn't much care for scrubbing them by hand.

Shiraishi sighed. “I’ll wash them for you,” he decided. “And I suppose Kenya’s as well.” He really was the best buchou ever. “Mine are coated in sand anyways.”

"Best buchou ever," Chitose echoed Shiraishi's thoughts and gave him a happy nuzzle. "But let's do that tomorrow." He added with a yawn wide enough that his entire fist could have disappeared in his mouth. "Nap now."

Leaning back, Chitose’s yawns were contagious, and Shiraishi yawned as well. “Nap sounds good,” he decided. He wrapped his arms around his lanky friend, tugging him all the way down to the ground. “Night,” the former buchou mumbled, curling into his side.

"Good night, buchou-chan." Smiling to himself Chitose hugged Shiraishi against him and closed his eyes, the ground much more comfortable with a warm body curled against him and the comfortable haze of the joint still lingering.