[A straightforward answer from Fuji Shuusuke. That in itself is rare and unexpected enough to draw Yagyuu's full and immediate attention, because he's seen enough of how Fuji counters and parries to know that if the genius before him has finally been made to resort to plain truth, he must've truly touched a nerve--and quite possibly, a far deeper one than he'd even anticipated.
It's a shame, really, that they're like this, so guarded and so careful and so unwilling to let the light of day touch their true selves, or Yagyuu would tell Fuji that he understands perfectly, that feeling of loving most the ones he can control least. He understands because he has a captain, a partner, a team, and he is theirs as much as they are his. And perhaps that's how they differ, ultimately--that Yagyuu knows his place, his niche, even as he imposes his will on the world around him, and Fuji is still drifting, telling stories of lonely princes as he waits for someone to make him appreciate the color of wheat.
But he doesn't know it, and all he does know is that his guess has proved truer than he knows--that somehow he's struck a chord in the midst of his vague recognitions and intuitions, a figurative chance ball in the ongoing match between them.
So it's hard to say, really, what drives him to honesty in that moment. Perhaps it's Fuji's reward for finally dropping his obfuscations for once. Or perhaps it's simply that the blow has been struck, and if he doesn't soften it in the aftermath, he risks losing all the progress he's made when Fuji runs once and for all.]
Are we so different, that it couldn't be both? You've met my stray already.
[He reaches for the Vulpix now, a little more daring, and it's both gentle and familiar enough by now that she doesn't shy away.]
I can't say how your prince tamed his fox, Fuji-kun, but let me give you a word of advice about catching cats. As fickle as they may seem, if one is patient enough, they'll usually come back in the end--because even independence only goes so far, and sooner or later, even the most fickle of cats will come demanding the attention you're not giving it. You may not be able to hold them, but that doesn't mean you can't find ways to keep them.
[He pauses, regarding Fuji with a significant look.]
But as a word of advice for the cat himself--if he makes himself too hard to catch, he'll likely only find in the end that no one did.
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It's a shame, really, that they're like this, so guarded and so careful and so unwilling to let the light of day touch their true selves, or Yagyuu would tell Fuji that he understands perfectly, that feeling of loving most the ones he can control least. He understands because he has a captain, a partner, a team, and he is theirs as much as they are his. And perhaps that's how they differ, ultimately--that Yagyuu knows his place, his niche, even as he imposes his will on the world around him, and Fuji is still drifting, telling stories of lonely princes as he waits for someone to make him appreciate the color of wheat.
But he doesn't know it, and all he does know is that his guess has proved truer than he knows--that somehow he's struck a chord in the midst of his vague recognitions and intuitions, a figurative chance ball in the ongoing match between them.
So it's hard to say, really, what drives him to honesty in that moment. Perhaps it's Fuji's reward for finally dropping his obfuscations for once. Or perhaps it's simply that the blow has been struck, and if he doesn't soften it in the aftermath, he risks losing all the progress he's made when Fuji runs once and for all.]
Are we so different, that it couldn't be both? You've met my stray already.
[He reaches for the Vulpix now, a little more daring, and it's both gentle and familiar enough by now that she doesn't shy away.]
I can't say how your prince tamed his fox, Fuji-kun, but let me give you a word of advice about catching cats. As fickle as they may seem, if one is patient enough, they'll usually come back in the end--because even independence only goes so far, and sooner or later, even the most fickle of cats will come demanding the attention you're not giving it. You may not be able to hold them, but that doesn't mean you can't find ways to keep them.
[He pauses, regarding Fuji with a significant look.]
But as a word of advice for the cat himself--if he makes himself too hard to catch, he'll likely only find in the end that no one did.