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Date: 2018-10-29
Pose Count: 20
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 01:08:09 99405
Usually, on Sundays, Kunzite isn't around for part of the day. There's a routine. Mornings are occupied by the mandatory weekly breakfast with his father. After that, he meets with Koji for chess. After that, often enough, he's tutoring at the orphanage. Still. This is a late arrival even for him.

Also, on Sundays, usually the chess (and the Tyrfing) and the tutoring are enough to defuse any lingering glower. Not today. Not today.

Today, he stalks through the apartments to the room where Mamoru is, and his version of greeting is: "My infinitely honored father would like to request information, whenever available, on when you might set a wedding date."

... apparently his father was energetically matchmaking. Again.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 01:13:16 99406
Mamoru looks up from the papers on his desk, spinning his chair around, and blinks up at the personification of glower. "Are you proposing? If you are, then yes, but it'll have to be after Usagi's, since she asked first."

The box the papers are from isn't immediately visible; it's under the desk.
Jadeite 2018-10-29 01:30:42 99408
"And here I thought that this day would never come. Congrats Mamoru, you're going to be double the married." A good portion of the floor has been claimed by Jadeite's sprawling form, his hands carefully shaping chunks of clay into small animals and vegetables - already completed are the rough shaped forms of a pumpkin and rabbit. He had glanced up when Kazuo first entered, and now he's paying more attention to him than he is the clay.

His tone is still lighthearted when he continues, "Did you bring a ring, or are we going shopping?"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 01:33:19 99409
Apparently a glower divided by two is, contrary to basic arithmetic, no less of a glower. "I doubt," Kazuo says, "that it would be in any of our best interest if I proposed to Usagi." After all, it's already been proven that Mamoru gets very upset if Kazuo's hair gets burned off. He glances over at Jadeite's work --

No. Definitely not. He is not Neil. He does not pick up the roughed-out clay rabbit and attempt to fake a proposal to it on the spot.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 01:40:09 99410
"Well if you did, then she'd have to decide whose came first, which is why I assumed you were proposing to me," Mamoru says, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands behind his head, then glances down at Jadeite and positively sparkles at him. "He doesn't have to give me another ring," he says grandly, "he already gave me two. I alternate since I only have the one piercing."
Jadeite 2018-10-29 01:51:31 99411
"You're dating Usagi too? I'm really going to need an one of you to make a chart and get to work on updating it. That's the only way I'll be able to keep up." His expression is as innocent and pure as fresh snow. Is he teasing or does he mean it? The answer is probably yes. He places his newestnlittle sculpture, a cat, next to the rabbit, and looking Kazuo dead in the eyes, presses their little faces together.

"That sounds like a problem that could be solved with more piercings. We could go together." And now he is eyeing Mamoru speculatively, as if considering just how many piercings he could have and still maintain his respectable exterior.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 01:55:15 99412
"I take it from your phrasing that there is no intent of setting a month, or perhaps a year, in the near future, and I will so inform the querent." ... that's all anyone needed, a vision of Hiroshi consulting the cards. The Businessman Tarot. The Ten of Suits. Jadeite's sculptures are, however, perennially safe from retaliatory demolition, at least from Kazuo. He merely narrows his eyes back at Jadeite. "Clearly, I should leave the two of you to your homework." Possibly he should have actually looked at Mamoru's papers before saying that, but in his defense, it's a reasonable assumption.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 02:03:12 99413
"Meh," is what Mamoru says about getting another piercing, one corner of his mouth quirked down. "I'll go with you if you want more, but I'm good with just the one." His mouth twitches further at the mooshed together clay cat and bunny faces.

Then he glances up at Kunzite again, and looks more serious. "It'll be Usagi and her parents setting the date. Given the givens, that's undoubtedly going to be something like 'after she finishes college'. So five years, in that case. If she gets her way, it'll be next year, after she finishes high school. You can tell him that, if you like. He can grill Usagi for more information if he wants it."

Then he glances at the papers on the desk, and rolls the chair to one side so Kunzite can see the box underneath. "I'm going through Kenji's papers on my parents and the trust. You've probably read everything in all the boxes already, but I hadn't, and I'm done with all my school stuff for the next two weeks. You know, I think the house had its protective camouflage up already, at that point. I mean, even aside from its unfindability in paperwork, there's no sign of when they even moved to Tokyo. Neither of them were born here."
Jadeite 2018-10-29 02:13:58 99414
"If my homework was this interesting I might actually do it," Jadeite shrugs off the glower - not immune, but vaguely resistant after years of impish behavior. "I'm just keeping him company."

And this is true - wandering through the apartment had turned up the sight of Mamoru hunched over his desk, reviewing papers. It had been natural to double back to his place for something to distract his hands and then join him, more or less quietly occupying himself while the other worked. That's why this is the first time he's hearing what's actually on those papers, and he frowns, amusement fading. "So what is in there?"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 02:18:39 99415
"It's October. If it were going to be next year, Makoto would already be planning the cake. Still. Threatening him with Usagi should work excellently. He has less resistance to punitive Disney movies than I do."

... there are some phrases that only one person on the planet can speak with a straight face.

Kazuo steps back then to a more relaxed position, which is to say, leaning as typical for him against the wall beside the door. "What's in there," he says to Jadeite, "is what Usagi's father put together when he was researching for an article on the accident." Without description, well. There's only one accident that can mean. "He stopped when he started receiving anonymous threats over the work. But he didn't destroy what he'd gathered."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 02:24:22 99416
"It's been the Case That Got Away for him for fourteen years," Mamoru says mildly-- especially for someone who's reading about the dead guardians he's remembered for the past couple of years, finally. "But he had a wife and two children to worry about, and the threats made it clear that they'd be targets as well. Which honestly sounds yakuza to me, but there aren't any ties anywhere."

He gestures uselessly at the papers. "I can see why it's driven him nuts. There are a few places where if you squint, you can almost see a pattern..."

A beat. A pause. He eyes Jadeite speculatively. "Pattern-hunting through grim stuff doesn't count as 'like homework', does it?"
Jadeite 2018-10-29 02:29:57 99417
The frown that mars Jadeite's face only grows deeper with every word to pass their mouths. He hadn't heard about this, but considering the - everything that had happened before the semester started, that isn't really a surprise. He's aware now though, and looks from the box on the ground to the papers on the desk, and shakes his head.

"Not even a little bit. Pass them over," his hands are already reaching out for the papers. Homework was easy, inconsequential, and largely consequence-less. This was the big mystery of Mamoru's childhood - in other words, the exact opposite of all those things.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 02:37:07 99418
"Almost. If we weren't missing pieces." But Jadeite makes things. Maybe he might be able to create pieces that might fit. Try them out. See which ones prove to work.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 02:54:36 99419
Mamoru hands over the papers that he's holding, then drags the box out from under his desk and slides it to stop in between them. "Well honestly, we haven't really had time to dig," he says perfectly reasonably. "I'm sure once we start, we'll be able to unearth more."

He sits up, saying, "There's another box in Kunzite's closet, I could only deal with one at a time. Do you want to set up a conspiracy corkboard in your apartment?" He slouches down a little, kicking one heel against one of the wheels of his chair, and watches Jadeite look. "I'm not sure you'll find anything specific in those, but they're from the empty manila envelope sticking up a little out of the box. That's Kenji's own notes, instead of source material, on the inconsistencies he noted. Stuff like it was a sunny day, but the police report said the road was slick, or that there were surprisingly few people trying to claim a familial relationship with me given how much money I was worth. I mean, none of them would have succeeded, my koseki is a litany of the dead, but..." He shrugs.

"We're looking for who was behind the crash, really. Because it can't have been an accident. And it can't have been an accident that it happened the very first time we were leaving the house for more than part of a day." Mamoru's smile is faint and brittle. "They hadn't had a single vacation since I came into their custody..."

Then he takes a deeper breath and sits up. "Which is another thing. They weren't my parents, but that's not true on paper. I wasn't born or raised Mamoru Chiba, but that's not true on paper either. I think maybe if we find out who the Chibas actually were, or who they were working for, we might be able to figure out who had it out for them and why, and why they didn't come after me after I didn't die in the crash."
Jadeite 2018-10-29 03:13:46 99420
"If we had all of the pieces, it wouldn't be a mystery," is all he has to say to the idea that there are missing pieces. Of course there are missing pieces - if nothing else, life after the Dark Kingdom has proved that their pasts are a series of mysteries wrapped in enigmas doubled knotted around a core of few fundemental truths. "Is it a conspiracy if they really are out to get us? I think I'll call it a truther board."

Because there will be a board. Beyond the aesthetic need is the fact that he works better with visuals, and a mystery this deep would need the visual aid. "So they'll be a good overview before I see the raw stuff. Unless Kunzite minds, I'll take that box too. The first step to solving a mystery is keeping track of all your clues - the details that don't match, but also the full police reports, the verbiage used, the names of investigators and where they were then and are now - I'll probably need a few boards, actually," and this last is more to himself than to either of the two in the room, his fingers curling carefully over the papers to avoid damaging them.

Even captured by his thoughts, he can't not hear that brittle tone in Mamoru's voice - he reaches out, brushing an ankle with the back of his free hand, gentle contact. "That matters too - how did they know how to find them, if it wasn't usual behavior? Was it an unsuccessful attempt on your life - or a successful one on theirs?" There are so many directions that this could take them
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 03:18:59 99421
"It won't be the first in this apartment," Kunzite says drily. ... the first was Usagi's. Because of course it was. Kazuo may have stolen the room she hid it in for his own. "There's a few pieces I should show you separately. Some of the records my father kept were interestingly associated in time." Not to mention that --

-- Kenji's a photographer.

That brittle tone never, never needs to be amplified by seeing certain things.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 03:31:08 99422
Mamoru glosses carefully over the 'separately'; he knows what those pictures are, and is firmly of the belief that if he had to look, he most certainly could-- but the memories he has of them now, the memories he's recovered, are those of a six-year-old. Loving care, larger than life, encouragement and gentleness, being tucked in and read to--

He is, for once, in agreement with Kenji and Kunzite's estimation of his ability to handle something.

The touch on his ankle doesn't quite startle, but the contact is unexpected and Jadeite sees them in Mamoru's mind's eye, sees their faces, sees the way they looked at him; he feels the deep appreciation Mamoru has for them, and the love, and the guilt and chagrin over not remembering them for so long, not being affected by their deaths because he didn't know who they were-- the guilt over making people up that fit the vague figures in the blurred photograph, which was all he had of them. And then he can feel Mamoru carefully put it away because it's an old, old guilt.

He smiles at Jadeite, affectionate and rueful, then nods. "I should write down everything I remember, too. Well, no, that's too much. But if you ask me questions interview style, that would probably be a good addendum."

He squints at Kunzite a little. "Tumblr cats. If you're not gonna let Usagi's ill-advised conspiracy board go..."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-10-29 04:13:13 99423
"I assure you, I am fond of the memory of that conspiracy board." There are other memories Kazuo is less fond of, though, and he averts his eyes and settles to quiet.
Jadeite 2018-10-29 04:17:06 99426
There are a handful of things that he can think of that would need to be made separate. All of them come down to a simple word, and Jadeite carefully doesn't grimace at the thought of photos. "Right. We can get those later then."

He can imagine a lot of things, but he isn't looking forward to having the hard facts of Kenji's photos replace those imaginings. It will be important, though, police statements could include photos of the scene and maybe even images of the autopsies (had there been autopsies? there might not be, if the police were determined to claim it an accident).

These thoughts are not what's on his mind when he touches Mamoru - what is on his mind at that point is concern and a desire to make sure he doesn't get stuck in his own head. When feelings that aren't his own wash over him - love and appreciation and guilt - he offers acceptance and reassurance, that the love was felt, that the guilt doesn't have to be hidden, that they'll find the truth.

He doesn't try to convince him not to feel that guilt - that isn't his place. He just quirks a smile and shakes his head. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Between this box and the other I have a feeling I'll have enough to preoccupy myself for a little while."

The back and forth about the other board lightens things, at least a little, and he settles back, letting his hand slip away. "You've both just ensured that this will be the largest conspiracy slash truther board this apartment has ever known."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-10-29 04:22:18 99427
Mamoru's got his phone out to google 'truther' when he notices Kunzite quietly shutting down, and doesn't call attention to it-- he just distractedly picks himself up off his chair and then grins at Jadeite. "Usa will be jealous. Here, why don't you haul that box over to your place, and I'll go get the one in the closet and meet you there with it?"

He's already started moving toward the door, and on his way, his hand brushes Kunzite's arm. Sorry. Didn't actually mean that to be that mean. "I promise not to steal any more of your shirts while I'm in there. This time."