RP Log

[cumsquik]

Who: Yagyuu Hiroshi and Kamio Akira
When: Backdated to when Yagyuu and Marui baked his glasses into a cake
What: Kamio delivers Yagyuu's glasses and receives a book
Rating: PG

As soon as he read Marui’s message, Kamio was up and ready. Even if he wasn’t constantly on the alert for his business, he would have sprung into action to help that unfortunate guy from Rikkai. It sucked to be helpless and, well, that kind of assistance was the spirit of Kamio Cums Quik!

He scrambled down the hall to get the glasses in question from Marui, and then was off, checking the train and traffic as he did so. Right. To Mikiya, train would be faster. Jogging a convoluted zig-zag shortcut to the train, Kamio boarded the quickest one by the skin of his teeth; the door nearly closed on his shirt. While in the train, he searched the most rapid route to Mikiya and honed in on one particular one that conveniently showed a coffee shop en route.

When he reached the stop, Kamio was first out the door. He wove through the crowd and then out into the street. After he obtained coffee, he moved just a little more slowly to ensure that the hot beverage didn’t slosh all over the blue shirt that Kite had marked the least offensive.

The front door to Mikiya mansion proved challenging; after all, he didn’t have any sort of key to get in. He waited for a few minutes, jogging in place and generally fretting about his waiting client, until someone came around and let him follow in afterward.

“Yagyuu-san!” he knocked on the correct door as soon as he possibly could. “Are you okay? Can you find the door?”

“Kamio-kun? Is that you?” Yagyuu called out. He sat up from his bed and felt a bit disoriented. Although he wasn’t in the middle of a caffeine rush anymore, he could still feel traces of it in his system as a slight tingle coursed through the tips of his fingers. “Please wait for a moment, I’ll just open the door!”

Yagyuu stood up and made his way to the door, carefully maneuvering around the many books and piles of papers that laid scattered around his room’s floor. He really needed to clean up soon. He reached the door and unlocked it, squinting at the man in front of him. “Kamio-kun?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Kamio waited patiently, all but jogging in place while Yagyuu fought his way to the door. It couldn’t have been easy, what with his coke bottle vision.

When the door opened and the somewhat disheveled student appeared, Kamio smiled and put the (somewhat worse for wear) on his nose. “Good morning, Yagyuu-san,” he said, offering a cardboard cup of hot coffee.

Yagyuu blinked several times. One moment, everything looked like the results of his younger sister’s messy attempts at photography; then the next, the world suddenly slipped into focus. Although the details weren’t exactly crisp and clear, it was a huge step up from his earlier perspective. Yagyuu smiled at the man in front of him as a wave of relief flooded over him.

“Thank you very much, Kamio-kun,” he said, taking the proffered beverage. “For my glasses and this coffee.” Yagyuu turned around for a moment to place the drink down on top of a stack of books. “I understand it was an express delivery service. How much do I owe you for everything?”

Phew, they seemed to be the right glasses!

Not that he could have brought the wrong glasses, unless Marui provided him the incorrect frames. Although Rikkai’s tensai seemed questionable at times, that seemed a little too mean toward a former teammate.

“You’re welcome,” Kamio said, doing some quick math in his head to account for the train fees and the rate he usually provided to people that he knew. Normally he might have charged a bit more, but for some reason, he always got decent business around Mikiya Mansion; it was never a problem to go there. “1100 yen for the glasses. And don’t worry about the coffee. It’s service,” he offered a thumbs up.

After waking up to find your glasses baked into a cake, probably every bit counted in terms of turning Yagyuu’s day around. “Are you okay, though? Seems like you guys had some kind of bender.”

“Ah, yes, I- I’m fine…” Yagyuu trailed off, looking sheepish. He pulled his wallet out from the pocket of his pants and counted the correct amount, making sure to add a large tip as thank you for the kind service. “Marui-kun and I drank quite a bit of coffee last night,” he said, handing over the money. “We didn’t think through the strength of the beans he used last night, nor did we keep track of the number of cups we had… so…”

He felt his cheeks begin to turn warm. Yagyuu cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “All I can say is that if Marui-kun ever decides to open up a cafe, he’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”

“I honestly didn’t know that coffee could have that effect,” Kamio said, tilting his head curiously at the pinked hue of Yagyuu’s face. It wasn’t quite his business, so he focused on counting the cash in his hand and, well, it was too much.

But Yagyuu’s glasses seemed to be on?

“Um…” he grinned hesitantly with the quick turning of his wheels. The expression solidified when Kamio decided what to do about it. “Because you paid so much, you earned a bonus. Is there anything you want me to do around your room?”

Some of the book piles looked a bit dangerous, particularly the one with coffee on it.

Yagyuu followed Kamio’s gaze and turned around to the mess scattered around his room. He let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Ah…it’s not usually like this, the past few days have been a bit hectic and all.”

Taking a step to the side in an attempt to hide the stacks of books and papers from view, Yagyuu mentally scolded himself for allowing his room to reach this state. Next time, busy or not, he was going to make sure to put things away before he did anything else. “It’s fine really, Kamio-kun,” he offered Kamio a reassuring smile. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Kamio shook his head. “Don’t mind it -- I mean, it’s your room after all,” he grinned sheepishly. “I’m just saying that you paid me too much and two hands are better than one.”

As if it were at all convincing, he held up his fingers and gave them a wiggle. “I can pile up all your papers super fast, and put your books...uh…” was there a shelf? If not, a corner pile might be less inconvenient.

Ah. So that’s what it was about. Yagyuu smiled. “That’s alright, Kamio-kun. I really did appreciate the coffee and your excellent service. And besides,” He tilted his head to the direction of his books. ”There’s a certain order to them at the moment.”

The compliment straightened Kamio’s shoulders and put a proud grin on his face. “Thanks! Please use my service anytime.”

Although Kamio was quick, he was also a bit curious. Yagyuu’s talk of order had him peering about the books to see if he could find any commonalities. “Which ones do you like the best?” he asked, looking among the different stacks.

Yagyuu pointed to a stack near the foot of his bed. He took the one on top and handed it to Kamio. “I’m not a picky reader but I have a preference for mystery novels.” He took another and glanced at the cover before holding it out as well. “If you’d like you may borrow them or any of my other books as well,” he said, gesturing to the shelves above his desk behind Kamio. “Do you have any preferences for books, Kamio-kun?”

Kamio accepted the book and turned it over to read the back cover of the mystery. “If you read them a lot, you must be good at guessing the end,” he supposed, trying to be sly about flipping to the last few pages to see how they matched up to the plot premise.

From that behavior, the answer that came with Kamio’s sheepish grin was rather obvious, “I don’t really read that much. But when I do, I like stories about people who succeed in unusual ways. It feels good to be inspired.” And really, who didn’t like a good underdog story?

Yagyuu hummed in agreement. Unlike his mystery novels, he found them somewhat predictable despite the hardships the characters faced in the stories. However, in spite of the conclusions being a bit cliche, Yagyuu appreciated them. After all, there were lessons to be learnt, and inspiration, no matter the source, was always a welcome thing.

He bent down and took a book from the bottom of a different stack, and examined it. Maybe this would suit Kamio better if underdog stories were his preference.

“Speaking of,” Yagyuu pushed his glasses. “Did anyone inspire you to set-up your business?”

Kamio’s eyes seemed to grow wider and wider as he turned the last few pages, and were nearly bulging by the time he reached the last sentence. How wild! What a plot twist!

Yagyuu was talking to him. Looking up quickly from the book, he grinned at the megane and set the thrilling mystery back atop the stack. “Um…” he scratched thoughtfully at his arm, because he couldn’t quite keep still. “I guess, I was inspired by my sister. She’s really smart and is at nursing school, so I want to support her in every way that I can.”

Oh, and of course, he couldn’t forget, “I think I was also very inspired by Tachibana-san. I want to create a safe and fun place for myself and others. Does that make sense?”

Of course, if memory served him correctly, Tachibana referred to Fudoumine’s beloved former captain. But aside from that, the name was familiar on a different note. Clearly, his mind wasn’t functioning properly yet. Maybe if he took a sip of the cooling coffee Kamio had brought.

Yagyuu began to walk over to the stack that currently held the cup when he realized that he was being rude to his guest. “Ah if you’d like to sit, please feel free to use my chair.” He gestured to the seat by his desk as he reached for the warm paper cup. He took a sip and sighed. Feeling better, Yagyuu smiled.

“It does and it’s a wonderful thing,” he said as he held onto the cup, letting the heat seep into his hands. “Is there anyone else managing your company alongside yourself?”

Kamio shook his head, sending his hair on a bit of a trip. “Nah, I’d rather live my life standing up,” he bounced comfortably on his heels and supposed that sleep could be an exception. “But you can go ahead and sit, don’t feel weird about it.”

If Shinji were here, he would definitely tell Kamio that he was being a very weird guest. Although technically he wasn’t a guest, he was a hired hand.

“It’s just me for now,” he said. “Maybe if things take off, I’ll hire another hand but for now, I think I’m good. What do you do, Yagyuu-san? Studying?” considering the amount of books, it seemed like a fair guess.

Yagyuu smiled politely. “If you insist but please, make yourself comfortable. After all, you’ve technically completed your task and are now here as my guest.” He settled himself against the wall opposite of Kamio. It wouldn’t be proper if he sat down while the other remained standing.

“Mostly,” he nodded, drinking some more coffee. “Although I’ve taken up a part-time job prior to the beginning of the semester. Thankfully, it’s rather flexible and the manager is amicable enough about our work schedules.”

“Oh…” Kamio considered. Was he imposing his company on Yagyuu? Probably not, as if he wanted him to leave, why would Yagyuu be so nice to him? “Well, I’m still okay standing. But if you’d rather sit, we can?”

After all, he couldn’t make Yagyuu uncomfortable in his own home.

“Oh, that’s cool,” looking at all of the books, Kamio thought that Yagyuu must be very intelligent, like Shinji and An-chan. “Do you like the job?”

“It’s rather exciting!” Yagyuu exclaimed, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses. “It always make me feel as if I’m a character from one of my novels, and the clients we get are quite enthusiastic about their interests in our wares as well.”

Then he paused for a moment as if remembering something then it clicked. Yagyuu scolded himself internally. How could he be so careless. Kamio could have other things to do and deliveries to make, and he just started pushing his books at him.

“Ah Kamio-kun, my apologies for not noticing earlier,” he pushed his glasses up.”If you are busy and I’m imposing on you, please feel free to tell me. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your work especially after providing me with such excellent service.”

Kamio opened his mouth to respond, but then Yagyuu went on about imposing, which had the redhead shaking his head (and locks) vigorously. “Hey, I’m the one skulking around your place,” he put up both hands, as if to say if he was innocent then Yagyuu certainly was. “I’m not really waiting for any calls right now, I just live in the same building as Marui-san, so it was easy.”

Honestly, he preferred listening to Yagyuu talk excitedly about his books or his work over waiting around. “It sounds like you really like your job, too. What is it that you do, exactly?”

His shoulders relaxed. That was good to hear. It would have been terrible if he had obstructed the other’s work in any way. The excited look from earlier returned; this time with a proud air surrounding Yagyuu. He pushed his glasses, a wide smile appearing on face.

“I sell guns, actually.”

Kamio blinked and stared at the beaming expression on Yagyuu’s face. Immediately, yakuza turf battles came to mind, which were quite at odds with the happiness on the law student’s face.

Honestly, Rikkai-dai was just a little weird.

“Is there...uh...A big demand?” he asked, somewhat nervous. “Where is your shop?”

“It’s along a small backstreet in Shibuya-” Yagyuu paused, catching the tone of Kamio’s voice. Was it something he said? He studied his face before realization dawned on him. He chuckled then smiled sheepishly. “Ah, I believe I’ve been quite confusing. The shop sells airsoft guns, not real ones. My apologies, Kamio-kun.”

“Oh,” Kamio breathed a little laugh at his own misconception, then almost knocked down a book pile with his relieved gesture. He caught it and grinned sheepishly. “That makes more sense, Yagyuu-san. Do you like shooting them, too?”

Yagyuu shook his head. Thinking about it, he never really handled any of the products beyond arranging them and making sure they were fit for display. Although it never seemed like a problem, maybe he would ask if he could try one or two of them sometime. Just to get to know his work a bit better.

“The manager usually has me clean or fix the stocks,” He gave a slight shrug. “But they’re all fascinating. A lot of them are made in the store itself and Iwai-san is very skilled at it so just seeing them is quite a treat, honestly.”

Kamio nodded in agreement, “They seem very delicate.” Kind of like an instrument. An instrument that went bang. Or maybe in the case of an airsoft rifle, woosh. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried though, since you seem to like mysteries and figuring out how things are…”

At least, if the stack of books steadied by his hands were any indication. The pile nearly collapsed a second time when Kamio’s text went off, causing him to jump with surprise to the rhythmic through his cell.

Yagyuu looked at him. “Is everything alright, Kamio-kun?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. He stood up and steadied the pile near Kamio.

“Oh yeah, it’s fine,” he grinned up from his phone at Yagyuu. Then Kamio looked back down, eyes quickly scanning the order to gather the gist of it. “I just have another order. Five breakfast sandwiches and…” Kamio squinted, “...Gardening soil?”

“Gardening soil?” Yagyuu echoed. He eyed the phone and raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was Yukimura. It sounded like something he’d order. He adjusted his glasses and smiled. “If they haven’t specified any sort of shop for the sandwiches, may I suggest the cafe near station? There are big purple umbrellas outside it so you can’t miss it.”

It was kind of odd, but definitely far from the weirdest request he had ever received. Kamio absorbed Yagyuu’s advice with a pleased smile. “Really? That’s perfect. I’ll be able to get to the soil that much faster, if there’s a good place by the station,” he started jogging lightly in place, preparing to dash. “I’ll look for the purple umbrellas.”

He was about to bid Kamio good luck when he remembered the book. Yagyuu spun on his heel and grabbed the novel from the bed, and placed it in Kamio’s hand. “Please take this,” he said. “You can give it back anytime. It’s a really good book and I think that you’d enjoy it a lot.” He gave Kamio a small bow. “Thank you so much again for delivering my glasses and bringing me coffee, Kamio-kun.”

Kamio peered first at the title in his hand, and then up at Yagyuu to send a wide smile his way. “Thank you, Yagyuu-san. I’ll read it and definitely tell you how I like it.”

Halfway out the door, he stopped and peeked back into say, “Anytime, Yagyuu-san. If you ever need me, I’ll come quick!”

And bearing new treasure, he was off on his next assignment.