thenearshore | A Prayer and a Dinner

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suzaku kururugi | code geass

A Prayer and a Dinner

Who: Suzaku and Edge (Then Saber if he wants to join them for dinner!)
What: Suzaku and Edge go to check up on their (hopefully) former gambler and then Suzaku makes dinner, a late Christmas gift to Edge.
Where: Tokyo and then Saber's temple.
When: January 21st
Warnings: Gambling maybe? Other things I will add as appropriate.

A Prayer for Sustaining Suzaku and Edge

It had been quite a while since Edge and Suzaku had intervened to stop a gambler from betting away all his money. A month and a half and an awful lot had happened in that time. Suzaku had been without a god then and since he had been named and lost a second god before being named by Saber. Christmas and the New Year had passed, the Far shore had been hit with an earth quake and a volcano. But he had wondered a couple of times how the gambler was doing. If their 'miracle' had left a lasting impression. Suzaku knew that such habits were not easy ones to break.

Living in the same temple meant that things were quite easy to plan and so Suzaku and Edge had decided to go and check up on the man. To check everything was alright, that he had not fallen back into gambling over the holiday period. There was a shrine of Micheal not far from where the man lived.

"Are you ready?" Technically they didn't have to be in the same place to teleport down to the shrine, they would end up together anyways, but they might as well time it so neither of them had to wait too long.

A meal for friends. Edge and Saber

Suzaku also hadn't forgotten that he had promised to make Edge dinner as a Christmas present. He had slept, lost a god, gained a new one and slept again. Now they both served the same god and it was less inviting Edge over for a meal and more announcing that he was going to cook.

He had been practising, it seemed that cooking was not something he had had any skill in in life. Because he really didn't have the first clue how to do anything. He had thrown himself into learning though with, it seemed you really could find instructions for anything on the internet.

He had opted for a mix of Japanese and Britannian food. Miso soup, steamed rice, roast beef and vegetables.
The roast beef wasn't too complicated, he just had to make sure not to overcook it. Rice shouldn't be too difficult, neither should vegetables. Miso soup was more complicated but he had a recipe and was following it.

What he hadn't banked on was trying to do it all together. At the same time. Suzaku outwardly seems calm but he's currently hurrying between adding the final ingredients to the soup, turning down the bubbling over vegetables and checking the rice. His eyes flick back to the recipe, reading the next line. Once you add miso NEVER BOIL Miso soup.

"Oh." He hurries to turn down the hob. Why had he thought he could do all of this? He should have chosen something simpler.

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"Hopefully." She indeed didn't seem upset at all, just keen to get everything hung and get back inside to the warmth. She did glance at the door a couple of times with a frown and after a few moments she called out again.

"Kasume!" A moment later a girl appeared holding a basket. She put it on the ground and turned to walk back into the house.

"Kasume?" The mothers tone was one that took no nonesense and the girl sighed before picking up the first item to help hang. She was all frowns and exaggerated sighs. Suzaku glanced at Edge.

"Do you think that's just... her being young or something more?"

Edge could only shrug. What did he know about girls that age? "I'm hoping just for the young part. Her other doesn't seem too exasperated, like I'd think she would if this were a sudden and recent change. It's like she expects it."

"That's true, she doesn't look worried." Indeed the mother was mostly ignoring the behaviour, as if this was indeed normal. Suzaku didn't know anything about kids that age too.

The two worked side by side in silence for a few moments before Kasume looked up. "Can I go out tonight?"

"You know your father is going to be home late," the mother said, patiently as if this conversation too had been repeated countless times.

Edge glanced over at Suzaku again. "Now THAT sounds like a bad sign."

Suzaku frowned at that and nodded at Edge. "It does, if he is staying out late it may mean he is gambling again." Despite his 'miracle.'

Kasume sighed dramatically. "I don't get why that means I can't go out. i won't even be out late."

"Because we eat dinner as a family," the mother said, patiently.

"Sounds like," Edge said, drawing himself up, "we need to help his family life along a little, one way or the other."

As Kasume sighed dramatically again and rolled her eyes Suzaku turned to Edge and nodded, "Do you have any ideas?"

He was thinking as he spoke, he figured the first step was to find their hopefully still ex- gambler and make sure that he did not turn up too late for family dinner.

"Let's see if we can find him," Edge said, unconsciously echoing Suzaku's thoughts, "and figure out what's going through his mind. Let's also see if we can borrow some family pictures or something." He nodded to the house, no regrets at all about a little burgling for good cause. "A few reminders of what he's missing might help sway him back home."

Suzaku looked guiltily towards the house but nodded a moment later. Pictures could be put back and they were doing this for good reason. If they could draw the father back to this family things would be better.

Glancing at the mother and daughter, to make certain they hadn't been spotted Suzaku started towards the open door.]

Edge casually snatched up a rock and flipped it over against the fence on the other side of the yard as he strolled behind Suzaku. Between their distraction at the noise and the Far Shore veil, the two of them made it inside without any worries at all.

"If that's that cat again I'll be having words..." The mother's voice trailed off as Suzaku entered the house and looked around. The house was neat, the back door leading into a kitchen with another corridor leading out of it.

"I'm not sure where pictures might be? On the walls in the hall perhaps?"

"Or the living room. I'll check there!" Edge said, heading down a likely hallway. Success met him quickly, as he stepped into a cozy room with pictures on the walls. Large ones, admittedly; maybe Suzaku would find something smaller, though these would serve.

The hall was devoid of family photos, opting instead for two large pieces of art, Suzaku looked at them just long enough to figure they were most likely bought pieces and not done by any of the family. He moved on into the living room.

"Ah. Won't they notice if we take them?"

"Probably not. Things hang or sit for so long they just blend in. Like look how young the daughter in in this one," he said, scooping up one to twirl it in his fingers so it faced Suzaku. Indeed, this one looked to be about ten years old at best.

"I guess so." The photos did look old, the girl was tiny and grinning at the camera. Looking nothing like the sullen teenager outside.

"I guess they won't miss it if we put it back once we are done."

He has no idea how much attention people pay to such things.

"Right, exactly." Without giving Suzaku any more time to worry about it, Edge swiped a pair of photos and headed for the front door. Sometimes Suzaku seemed like he'd spend the entire time fretting about what they were doing when he needed to be acting...

Suzaku was left still frowning stood in the living room before he realised that Edge had already taken the photos and left. He hurried after him still feeling bad but... If it helped the prayer.

His gut feeling told him that doing the wrong thing, even for the right reasons was still wrong but Edge was very... Confident. So Suzaku followed.

"Any idea where we find him?"

"My guess is somewhere close," Edge said, already pulling out his phone to search for nearby bars. "If he's drinking he's probably playing it safe. Those -- 'cars' are bad to drive when you're drunk, right?"

"Yes. Cars are not good to drive whilst drunk." Suzaku moved over to look at the screen.

"It looks like there are tree nearby."

"...Wow, that's a lot of bars." What was with this neighborhood? Hmm, hmm. "Let's try this one," he said, showing an entry to Suzaku. "Seems like a place a guy like him would go."

Suzaku nodded it did seem like a lot but they were in a city, he had no idea if it was normal or not. He looked at the picture and nodded. It did seem like the sort of place he would go, especially with how down on his luck he had been whilst he had been gambling.

They left the way they had came, Suzaku clambered over the garden fence.

"This way I think."

And Edge hopping over, because he was Edge.

Luckily the trip wasn't too far on foot, with Edge following the directions on his phone to get them there. Even from a distance, the bar struck a lower-middle vibe -- not a total dive, but certainly not terribly classy by any stretch. Neither of them would look like they belonged in it, so hopefully they wouldn't need to pull another stunt like in the gambling den.

Hopefully not, both Suzaku and Edge would stick out here and Suzaku could only be glad for the fact being shinki made them unnoticeable as they entered the bar. He looked around, at least this time they had the advantage of already knowing what their target looked like. He was stood at the end of the bar, having just ordered another drink, Suzaku pointed.

"Over there."

Whew. Their guess had been calculated, but if they'd chosen wrong...

Edge nodded, and then made his way over in that direction with deliberate reserve. So long as they didn't call attention to themselves, they wouldn't be seen -- so they could get close enough to see the tired lines of misery etched on the man's face.

"This doesn't look good." The man looked utterly miserable as he sat nursing his drink. Miserable and drunk. He was alone and he seemed to be doing his best to be unnoticeable himself.

Suzaku looked at Edge in concern. Was this their doing? Or was it just more complicated than they had known.

"Should we approach?"

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