When they could finally see each other again,
Or not, after he thought about it for a while.
His bodyguard (now, ex-bodyguard) was always like that. He favored old school yukata instead of western clothing. He drank tea like someone else’s grandfather. He looked and act like ten, probably twenty years older than his age.
Mori Ougai thanked Natsume Souseki for his effort in arranging a meeting to celebrate their tripartite’s anniversary, because, he finally could see the man again. He was busy with some mafia works, just like his ex-bodyguard and his small agency.
Ah, so it’s a formal kimono today.
Fukuzawa Yukichi walked slowly, approaching him.
I could imagine him walking with a cane. It suits him, and the way he walks.
As he came closer, the wrinkles under his sharp metallic eyes looked clearer to Mori Ougai.
He still smells like tea. It feels nostalgic somehow… wait, I thought no one would want that kind of haircut in this era.
Despite these thoughts of him, Mori could not help to grin. He raised both of his eyebrows, letting his mischievous laugh out of his dry lips.
“You look like an old man.”
“You look like … a movie.”
“I mean,” Fukuzawa seemed uncomfortable even after carefully chose his words before, “stylish…? I feel like– ”
His cheerful gaze while singing the lyric made Fukuzawa even more, more uncomfortable. Fukuzawa tried not to make eye contact. However, it was just like what Mori missed after their last meeting.
Do you know that pleasant feeling when you know you pissed off someone so composed?
And, yeah, after unable to see his frowning face for a long, long, time.
“My God, this reminds me…”
In the end, Fukuzawa could only let out a long, long sigh.
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