Short oneshot of :
The Case Files of Jeweler Richard
Because they don't get enough love and appreciation.
Oneshot. (Maybe Twoshot.)
(Platonic) Richard x Seigi
Genre : Light Angst
Amount of words : 994
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Today was just like any other day, when the jewelry shop would have an average 5 customers on that day. Seigi, being Seigi, often said some reckless compliments. As Richard always said, many misinterpret the compliments to be insults.
Customer No. 1 was a lovely lady in her mid-20s, looking for a ring for her fiance's birthday, either a diamond, or a nice rich-red ruby. Richard expected Seigi to say something, but he just said it was thoughtful of her.
Customer No. 2 was a girl who was 16. She said that she wanted to get a ring like the one her deceased father had. So that she could have a ring, and his shrine would have a ring as well. Everything went smoothly. The blonde male noticed how Seigi wanted to say something, but didn't. This brought Richard to be confused.
By customer No. 3 Richard knew something was up. Once the blue haired brought the tea to both of them, he quickly excused himself and left with the empty tray. The man in his late 60s said he wanted an amethyst crystal put into a key chain for a gift to his newly graduated daughter.
Customer No. 4 was no different. With Seigi being much less social than before, it made Richard on edge. But that didn't mean he wasn't composed when it came to the 23 year old non-binary, who wanted deep blue sapphire earrings for their brother's 18th birthday gift. Their brother loved earrings, especially sapphire ones.
Finally, when customer No. 5 left after purchasing opal rings for their wedding, Richard sighed realizing that Seigi was still cooped in the kitchen. When customer No. 5 was there, all Seigi did was Greet, serve tea, then excuse himself. Richard was starting to get concerned for the boy’s mental health. It didn’t look like he was scarred physically, so he had to be patient when it came to helping the apprentice.
Later when Richard was closing the jewelry shop, he thought of an idea that would most likely happen only due to luck. And today, luck was on his side. Richard went up to Seigi and informed him about the closure of the shop for the day.
"Hey, Richard?" Seigi looks over at Richard. "Is it okay if I stay in a bit longer? I need a quiet place to catch up on homework."
The jeweler was relieved for his plan to come to action so soon. "Sure, just make sure to tidy and clean up when you're finished."
The younger promised and head off to the kitchen. Richard went up to the door, opened it, but instead of going out, be closed it again. Making it seem like he's left.
Swiftly, he walked into his office where Seigi never goes into, knowing that he wouldn't be found.
Richard continues to listen as he hears Seigi walk out of the kitchen and sit onto the couch in the main room. He listens attentivly. Richard knows this is a small invasion of privacy, but he knows that Seigi is the type to sway it off if you asked him directly. Even if he asked repeatedly, Richards knew that he'd get no where and maybe he would make Seigi lose trust in him. Which is definitely not something he'd want.
Out of the blue, he hears small sniffles coming from the blue haired, only to realize that he was crying. This wasn't normal, Richard can't remember the last time he's seen Seigi sad, let alone cry.
Richard shouldn't get himself involved in something personal, but he couldn't help opening the door and walking out of the office. Even he has some urges that he cannot help but fall into. Seigi whips his head up to spot Richard in front of his wide open office door.
Seigi immediately wipes his eyes, drying them as fast as possible. He then stands up and walks over to Richard.
"H-hey Richard, I thought you've already left? Or did you forget something?"
"Indeed." He lied, glad that Seigi would give him an excuse instead of needing to make one up in such a rush. "But Seigi, it seems that you are troubled. May you tell me what's going on?"
"What? Nothing's going on, don't worry!" Seigi assured him, putting his hands up to head heigth.
"I will worry, especially without your carefree atmosphere, this place feels more businesslike than an actual business. And your atmosphere is quite important here." He paused, letting this sink in to the other. "And you haven't been speaking much to customers, which may give them the slight impression that I am treating you as a servant."
Seigi stared blankly at Richards face, then bows down 90 degrees. "I'm so deeply sorry for causing you so much trouble." He stands up straight. "I just thought that if I were to talk, I may give someone an accidental insult. Which you've corrected me for many times. And I just didn't want to disappoint you so I thought it'd be better to limit how much I interect with others."
"I see, well I appreciate how you tried to help, but please do interact with other customers more. If you cannot do it straight away, please take your time into adjusting to speaking with then every time a new customer comes in."
"Alright, thank you for listening, Richard. It means alot." Seigi smiles warmly to Richard, but it doesn't seem like it's actually helped Seigi fully.
Richard then leaves the shop, wondering why Seigi didn't look like all the weight was taken off his shoulders. Did he have more problems? Was the response that Richard gave him not the one he wanted? He wasn't sure. But maybe it was better to leave it alone.
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the anomalous agate (epilogue)
for anyone who has no idea what this is about, go here for part one
for those who do, here's the ao3 link
there's a lot I want to say. the first, I guess, is that this isn't quite over—like I've mentioned many times before, I still have a bonus scene that's all hanzawa to tashiro. but this, here, is the end of the anomalous agate as it exists in seigi's pov, and as a case in the case files of jeweler richard.
out of curiosity, I found the longest case I could think of in the first two volumes of cfojr—case 2-3—and checked the word count. it totaled an approximate 21k, and with this epilogue, my case reaches the same total.
this is by far my favorite fic that I've ever written, so I could talk about it forever (I really might). but here, I won't say any more, and leave the epilogue under the cut:
case 2-x: the anomalous agate (epilogue)
Richard had always liked to read during his downtime. Rather than keep a stock of books in Jewelry Étranger, he liked to cart them back and forth from his home. Once, when I asked him if he’d ever considered purchasing e-books, we spent the next hour discussing the value of physical versus digital media. There were a lot of arguments for either side, but after analyzing the various pros and cons, Richard admitted that he just preferred the sensation of flipping pages and having the weight of a book in his hands. I tried to imagine Richard scrolling pensively through a tablet in his downtime, and the image was so jarring I almost apologized for asking about e-books in the first place.
Still, one of the cons we’d discussed about physical media was the fact that it took up way more space. Despite that fact, it felt like Richard always had a new book in his hands. I’d never seen his place, so I could only imagine that he lived in a palace with a sprawling library. Or, more realistically, a luxury apartment with a room the size of my apartment allocated for his books.
Most times, the things he read were texts about jewels that went entirely over my head, or books so thick that they were similarly impenetrable. Sometimes they were both. Today, though, Richard was flipping through the pages of a thin book with an illustrated cover. It was a deep blue color, and though Richard’s hand obscured some of the illustration, the blue of the sky was dotted with golden stars—almost like lapis lazuli.
This was enough to pique my interest, and I had downtime in spades, so I sidled up behind him.
From his relaxed position in one of the red armchairs, Richard glanced up at me. I must have successfully conveyed I’ll pace around the room unless you entertain me with my face, because the corners of his mouth quirked upwards.
It had to be an awkward angle, looking up to see me leaning against the back of his chair and unrepentantly staring, but Richard made every move with elegance. I watched the way his hair began to fall away from his face as he tilted his head, opening up his expression into something a little more unreserved.
“What book is that?” I asked.
“Le Petit Prince.”
Le Petit? Sheepish, I said, “My English isn’t that great yet…”
Richard raised an eyebrow. “It’s French,” he said, and though the words themselves weren’t laced with malice, I could read the obvious Surely, Seigi, by now you must have learned enough English to distinguish it from other languages in his expression. “The translated title would be The Little Prince. I was reminded of it recently, so I’ve been rereading portions.”
I peered down at the page Richard had open. Sure enough, though I recognized the letters, none of the words made any sense. “What’s it about?”
“Many things. But there was a particular scene…” He thumbed through the pages until I saw a simple illustration of a fox and a boy dressed in green. “The novel deals with a lot of things—it has a lot to say about the world, but one of my favorite moments in the travels of our titular character is when he meets the fox. The fox asks to be tamed by the little prince—here, he explains what it means.” Without hesitation, Richard translated the French before me into Japanese. “‘But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.’”
“…Tame?”
“It’s an interesting word, isn’t it?” Richard said. “The fox defines it first as ‘to establish ties,’ but it’s still a peculiar way of expressing friendship. More truthful, perhaps.” He smiled. “Either way, I was reminded of the complications of your troublesome client.”
There was only one person he could’ve been referring to—the one who’d bought blue lace agate earrings just the other day. I wondered if Richard had remembered the book because he’d seen the same bit of Tashiro’s green hoodie that I had, or because the cover had reminded him of lapis lazuli. But these musings took only a moment; I was stuck on the word tame.
It wasn’t something I’d ever heard used in the context of friendship, but the idea clicked with me. The word evoked a kind of dependency that I felt keenly. I glanced towards Richard. A tamed creature becomes unique, huh? If it was me… Richard couldn’t be anything but a prince.
“What’s on your mind?” Richard asked.
I’d only recently put my foot in my mouth by comparing us to a married couple, so I refrained from trying to make comparisons. Instead, I chose to bring up a different curiosity of mine. “I was just thinking about how quick Hanzawa’s last visit was. I wish I could’ve heard him explain his choice a little more…”
Richard set his book to the side. “The blue lace agate?”
“It wasn’t even something you’d mentioned, so…”
“I think that was Hanzawa-san’s way of showing initiative,” Richard said. “And it was a rather perfect stone for him. I was not needed for his choice in the slightest.”
“That’s not true,” I said. “I—there’s no way what you said was unimportant.”
Glossing past my words, Richard continued his speculation. “I’d mentioned, then, that agate is often dyed to enhance its visual appeal—judging by Hanzawa-san’s reaction to the word ‘truth,’ I’m inclined to think this is somewhat of a sore spot. But what it did tell me was that he was sincerely considering the jewel as a reflection of himself.”
“…You really know everything,” I said. I’d run into Hanzawa twice, but Richard’s understanding of him matched mine.
“Not everything,” Richard said. “Agate is not metamorphic like lapis lazuli, but its banding pattern demonstrates a subtler uniqueness and complexity. I would think that choosing a naturally colored type of agate, which carries these qualities inherently, was a matter of pride for Hanzawa-san.”
Pride was really the perfect word—I suddenly remembered Hanzawa’s words about needing strength to be anomalous. To be happy as you were… like Mami-san had expressed, it was certainly a hard thing to do.
“Maybe not everything,” I allowed, “but seriously, you’re spot on. I talked with Hanzawa a lot more than you did, but I didn’t make any of those connections.”
Richard straightened up in his armchair, obscuring his face from my view. With a sigh, he said, “In this case… I have something of an unfair advantage.”
“Unfair?” I asked, leaning to get a better look at his face.
“Hanzawa-san and I… I believe the expression is, ‘cut from the same cloth?’ That’s the way we are. It makes me feel ill-suited to speak to him, and I suspect the feeling is reciprocated.”
“I don’t think you’re alike at all, though,” I said, studying the mild discomfort on Richard’s face.
He looked back up at me, curious. “Why do you think so?”
I wracked my brain for an explanation. If anything, I felt it was Hanzawa and I who were similar, but I couldn’t say why. I could see glimpses of Richard in Hanzawa—something about the grace they made look effortless, but it wasn’t enough for me to truly compare them. Finally, my gaze strayed to the cover of The Little Prince, and I blurted out, “You’re a prince, and he’s a fox.”
As if to prove me wrong in an instant, Richard laughed, his lips curving into a foxlike smile. But even as he did so, he looked like a beautiful, otherworldly prince who could have traveled to many planets before the two of us could meet. “It isn’t that literal,” he said. “Fox or prince; they tame each other the same.”
Well, I thought, drinking in the visage of the beauty before me, I’m probably not smart enough to be a fox, anyways. “Maybe there’s something you haven’t noticed yet,” I said like the fool I was. “Tell me more about the book?”
After some hemming, hawing, and a promise of milk pudding from yours truly, Richard agreed. He opened the book at the beginning and translated the words before him in a smooth, beautiful tone.
My weight braced against the back of his chair, I closed my eyes, and let his words wash over me.
…If I was ever in Kyoto, maybe I’d get him some kitsune senbei.
-THE END-
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Hi there! I’ve read your analysis about JR a lot and I loved it! I do not have as much knowledge about the LGBTQA+ community so your posts about JR actually helped a lot and I’m so appreciated on that!
Um… I want to ask you more analysis between Seigi, Richard and Catherine (I read you will make an analysis of them in one of the Richard’s)
And by the way what is your favorite moment of the pairings in JR? (Joachim x Jeffery, Henry x Shimomura, Seigi x Richard specifically)
Thank you so much and have a good day! 🇻🇳
Hello! I've been sitting on this one because I haven't known how to answer it and haven't had the energy to try...but I'm feeling a fair bit better now.
I'm honestly not sure what post you're referring to about mentioning analysis about Seigi, Richard, and Catherine. I might have said something about it, but I've written so much meta that I don't really remember what it would be about at this point.
I'd be happy to write something; I just need a little bit more of a target.
Anyway, I find it weird that Henry and Shimo are on here with Chim and Jeff (an actual romantic/sexual couple) and Richard and Seigi (A...Something Partnered), because they're....friends? Good friends, but kind of much more distant and less paired off than the other two. I get people ship them, but I'm not really one of those people.
I don't know if I have a single moment that I like of Chim and Jeff most. I find their dynamic endearing, and I think Jeff needs someone to pester him like Chim does. Although Chim feeding Jeff the Dollar Menu fro McDonalds was pretty funny.
Richard and Seigi are just. Everything. There's so much good there. They're so cute. I love them together and I'm so happy they have each other. But the Moonstone story is always going to have a large part of my heart, because damn.
Henry and Haru interact very little, honestly, but I do find Shimo meeting everyone and hugging people and then having to go ask Seigi what Haru said because his English is kinda shit hilarious.
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