Koetsuji-chan

Chapter V

     Within the cold room, Fujiwara had her right arm over her eyes. She was tired from what had happened, the lingering taste of bile having bittered her tongue. Though, once the door had opened, she had lifted her arm from her face. She looked up to see the man she so wished to see, Camus. "Feeling alright?" Camus had asked worriedly, closing the door behind him. Fujiwara didn't dare sit up, but rest there peacefully. She, though, kept her eyes on the approaching blonde. "A bit better. The room isn't spinning anymore." She had said. 

     Camus had taken a seat on a chair across from where Fujiwara had been laying. He would never allow her to see such worry laced within his gaze. He kept his eyes off of her. Hell, he never let anyone see how he was feeling deep down. Camus didn't want Fujiwara to worry, especially in her state. Though, his gaze turned to her when he watched her slowly sit up. "Don't speak, I'm fine now." Said the girl. "Just tired". It seemed that she had indeed read Camus's mind. She knew how much of a worrier he was deep down. Fujiwara had not wanted Camus to worry. It wasn't good for either one of their mindsets. "And, my ankle is just sprained. I'll be fine in a week or two." She had said, already addressing what was on his mind. Camus raised an eyebrow before closing both eyes. "You are keen. I'd expect nothing less." Said the man as he sat there stiffly, patiently. 

     Fujiwara had stretched, popping her lower back. "Man did being upside down ruin my back..." She muttered, shaking her head. A deep sigh had come from her to follow. "I'm guessing you will have some more time off, then?" Asked Camus, his eyes onto the girl. Fujiwara, looking slightly apprehensive, had soon nodded in response. "I'd be upset if you didn't. People will be talking about that performance for weeks on end." Said Camus, bringing a sigh of relief from Fujiwara. "I watched the video while I was in the hall with pompous prince over here. I'm surprised you're alive." Said a certain silver haired man in the doorway. Fujiwara had looked up, seeing her dear childhood friend. 

     "You have Camus to thank for it." Said the girl, motioning her head over to the blonde, which had glared up at the rocker. "The second I heard the wire snap, I knew I was going to die, or so I thought." She had said. "I'd give my life for this industry, but, I'm a little too young, y'know? I'm only twenty-six." She had said, letting out a light laugh. Camus looked over with wide eyes. SHE WAS OLDER THAN HIM. Something had clicked in his mind. How had he not known her age??? Though, he was brought from his trance when he had heard the laughing of the rocker. Fujiwara and Camus had both turned their attention to the silver haired man, who had to wipe away a tear from laughing. "Sorry sorry... I just didn't think that you knew she's the oldest in the room." Said Ranmaru. Fujiwara playfully scoffed and crossed her arms. "Way to make me feel old, RanRan." Said the girl, soon shaking her head before chuckling in response. 

      "Yes, Camus. I'm older than you by three years, and Ranmaru by one." She had said. Though, she couldn't help but playfully snicker when she had seen Camus's shocked face. "You don't look your age." Camus had said, blinking twice. "I had thought you were my age, twenty-three." Said Camus, his arms crossed across his chest. "Not at all, I'm older. Born January twenty-fourth." Said Fujiwara. Camus raised an eyebrow at this while Ranmaru leaned against the wall and merely listened. "One day after my birthday." Said Camus. "Look at you two, learning things I already knew. Lovebirds already." Said Ranmaru, butting in. It caused a red tinge to form upon Fujiwara's cheeks, but, she kept her glance averted. "What? You just jealous that you can't have me?" Asked the girl, bringing an annoyed expression from Ranmaru. After Camus had heard this, he had choked on air. HOW did that come from Fujiwara? He shot his gaze over to her.

     "You really want me to prove how he feels about you?" Ranmaru asked, knowing he had to be braced for anything to occur. He'd do this only for Fujiwara, and not Camus. "Oi-!" Camus tried to butt in, but nothing was working. Ranmaru had approached Fujiwara with a stern expression. "Prove it." Fujwara said with an aggressive tone, her own arms crossed against her chest. Yep, two peas in a pod. No wonder they got along so well. With a deep breath, Ranmaru had grasped the girl's chin and leaned in. Fujiwara was frozen with eyes wide. She didn't like Ranmaru this way! She clenched her eyes shut, but had heard quite a disgusting choking noise before opening her eyes. Ranmaru had been yanked back by the shirt collar by none other than Camus himself. As if he'd let anything happen. Though, it would have had been nice for him to at least get a word in.