[fic] Heal Me - Fourteenth Cut ~The Dark and the Light~
Title: Heal Me
Pairing: Jin x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre - Catch Me: AU, angst, romance, smut, drama, tragedy
Beta by: my cat. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary - Catch Me: A dramatic turn in his life throws Kame into Jin's college world. Almost immediately they notice an attraction, but they spend more time clashing than not.
Summary - Lose Me: Kame and Jin still have the occasional argument but mostly they live happily together. But when someone from Kame's past shows up, will the two be able to deal?
Summary - Find Me: Kame has been kidnapped. Will he and Jin ever be reunited?
Summary - Heal Me: The difficult task of readjusting to a normal life... will they make it through together?
Warning: While "Catch Me" part is more towards the fluffy end of the scale at times, the other three parts have such things as drugs and murder and rape and all the fun parts of a bad neighborhood in a big city. Oh, and character death(s).
On my journal: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_ Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the kattun_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
A/N: For those of you who hate poetry, I apologize. For those of you who do not like surreal scenes outside of normal reality that are nevertheless quite real to those who experience them, I apologize for that as well.
The poem is in italics. The lines in between poetry blocks that aren't italics are not part of the poems; they are the thoughts/reactions the poem draws out. Well, it'll make more sense if you read it.
Heal Me
Fourteenth Cut ~The Dark and the Light~
A yawning woman with curly black hair wearing pajamas answered the door. “Wha-”
“Is this her?” Jin asked.
Junno nodded. “Lina, sorry to come so early but he insisted…”
But Jin was no longer aware of anything Junno was saying. He grabbed the woman by the arm and practically yanked her out of the room. “I need to talk to you alone.”
She jerked her arm free and stood her ground, shooting a questioning look at Junno before saying, “I don’t know you; I’m not going anywhere alone with you. Junno, who is this?”
“Remember my friend I asked you about? This is his boyfriend.”
Jin grabbed her arm again. “Seriously, I need to talk to you and you don’t want me to do it right here, I’m pretty sure. Junno, tell her I won’t hurt her, okay?”
The woman jerked her arm free again. This was so frustrating. He just needed to get some information from her; why was she being so difficult? He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want to talk about it where anyone that walked by could hear but it couldn’t wait. If she wouldn’t go with him, he’d have his discussion right there.
“Okay, then. We’ll talk here. I want to know how to find…”
But Junno elbowed him hard. “Jin, not here!”
Growling, Jin responded, “It’s not my fault if she won’t come with me to talk alone. It can’t wait.”
“She this, she that… I have a name.” The woman did not seem amused.
“And I’m sure it’s lovely but this really can’t wait. Are you coming with me or are we talking here?”
From the look on the woman’s face, he imagined Junno was mouthing words at her. He didn’t really care. But she sighed finally and agreed to come with him. The three of them walked to the stairwell.
“Okay Junno, I got this. You can go now,” Jin said.
“But…” It seemed like Junno didn’t want to go, but Jin didn’t want him knowing what he planned to do. He didn’t want any of them knowing. It was going to be dangerous. Probably more dangerous than it had been to wander around that neighborhood when they were searching for Kame.
The woman said, “Just go, Junno. The sooner he finishes, the sooner I can go back to bed.”
“Alright Lina…” and though it was perfectly clear from his tone that he didn’t want to go, Junno left.
Glaring at him, the woman Lina angrily asked, “Okay, now what exactly is so important that you’d drag me out of my room so early?”
“I need to know how to find Kame’s supplier.”
“Oh, no! No, no, I don’t think so.” She was shaking her head at him. Jin found himself rapidly becoming annoyed. Well, moreso, anyway.
“Why not?”
Still shaking her head, she said, “I won’t have another drug addict on my conscience.”
“But you will tell me, because if you don’t, I’ll have to start following you around with a camera and the moment I get proof of what you’re doing I’ll broadcast it to the whole school and who knows who else.” Jin frowned. “But if it makes you feel better, I’m not after drugs.”
“If you’re not, you’ll just end up dead and I don’t want that on my conscience either! Besides, after he kills you, if my boss finds out I sent you to him, I’ll end up dead in some ditch. If you’re not after drugs, what are you after?”
And what was he after? He wasn’t completely sure himself. He’d figure it out on the way. Maybe he’d just beat up the lot of them until they understood they wouldn’t be selling Kame anything else. Or maybe he’d make a deal with them with the same result. Or, hell, maybe he would buy some drugs and then he’d sit in a room with Kame and make him choose…
Oh, great, he was crying again, and in front of some stranger to boot.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m after. Payback, maybe, since the one who hooked Kazu is out of my reach and they are all that’s left… or maybe I just want to make sure they know they won’t be selling him anything else no matter how much money he whores himself out for…” And Jin laughed bitterly.
“They’ll kill you.”
“Seeing Kazu-chan like this, seeing what Ryo did to him, what the drugs are doing to him, it’s killing me already. They’ll only be speeding up the process.” At the mention of Ryo, the woman’s expression changed for a moment. It reminded him of something Junno had said yesterday. “Wait, you saw him there, with Ryo, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Nishikido-san had him on a leash. It didn’t seem right to me and I tried to step in. Nearly got me killed when Nishikido called my boss to complain. But I didn’t know he’d been kidnapped. Not that I believed him, but he actually said he didn’t mind the leash and that Nishikido was good to him.” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you where to go but for my sake, but at least promise you’ll be careful and not do any of the stupid things you’re considering.”
+++
No matter what Koki did, Kame remained nonresponsive. Kame’s eyes were open, but Koki couldn’t find him in them and that terrified him. There had to be a way to reach him, somehow…
He took Kame’s hands into his own.
“Please, please come back to me. I love you, I treasure you… I know you’ll never be mine the way I dream, but I value what I do have with you. I need you to come back to me, Turtle Boyfriend. You hear me? I love you, Kame. Come back…”
And he kept going, on and on, trying to reach his lost friend. He had no idea if he was getting through to him but he had to try, because he really and truly did love him.
“Kame, please… Come back…”
+++
Everything was blackness. The path in front of him stretched on and on, forking here and there, in some tangled sort of maze and all he could do was run blindly. He was being chased by a shapeless form darker even than the blackness that surrounded him and in turn he was chasing after something - someone - eternally out of both sight and reach.
What was this place? How long had he been there? Who was he chasing?
For that matter, who was he? He couldn’t quite remember. It was as elusive as the person he pursued.
Something about the blackness around him pricked at his skin and caused his whole body to ache… yet, despite the pain (or maybe in hopes of escaping it), he ran onward. He had to. The darkness that hounded him would burn his soul from his body and consume his flesh until nothing about him remained.
Something about this fate seemed inevitable.
Words echo through the blackness. Somehow, they seem familiar, like something out of childhood or perhaps a dream…
Once the world was young to me and I was younger still.
I did not understand the land beyond my window sill.
I thought my faith intangible would keep away the night
And thus did not prepare myself as slowly left the light.
Now I hear (but cannot see) as in the ancients creep,
The shadows that beset the night and never, ever sleep.
In fear, I feel the chilling hand that reaches out for me
And robs me of my innocence by midnight's dark decree...
And so I sing of ships and wings -- the ways of leaving here --
But trapped inside so black a night, by what star should I steer?
What hope have I, with childhood gone, and childish fantasy
Now fled from mind to places far, to imagine myself free?
It's these, the dreams we set aside, that brightly guide our hand
Until the day those gone astray say, "Leave them in the sand."
A single syllable flashes through his mind: Ryo. It had been his hand which had stretched out for him, hadn’t it? Ryo that taught him not to hold onto the shining dreams that would have fought the shadows through which he now ran.
Was it the memory of Ryo that pursued him in this hell? Or was it something else?
The words continued to ring out.
I wonder now what good will come of blaming those before
Who coaxed me from my windowsill to step out my front door,
But -- good or not -- the anger comes as in the dark I wait..
This ancient beast that prowls the night: in other words, my hate.
Even now, the hatred builds, empassioned bitterness
That burns my heart seductively; quite nice, I must confess!
Perhaps I can just join the night, instead of mourning youth
I wasted then and now have lost -- forever gone, in truth,
For I cannot find a single star in all night's canopy
To be a sign I might reclaim hope, faith, and dignity.
The taste I've had of dark desire has left me hot for more;
How easy it would be for me to hunt forever more,
To taste the blood upon my tongue -- as sweet as honey-wine --
Forget the life I once had known; claim midnight by design.
And he had tried that, hadn’t he? He hated Ryo; he blamed him and not just for what he did. He blamed Ryo for everything since, too. Every bad choice he had made as he lashed out against his pain, every time he gave in because he was tired of fighting memories he couldn’t bury deeply enough.
But if he was honest with himself, it wasn’t completely Ryo he was hating. It was himself. His weakness.
That was it! He realized he’d always known it. What chased him and what he chased. They were both the same thing, the same person… they both were him. Not some strange foreign force, not some other being, not even the memory of Ryo. It was just him. Himself.
More words thundered through the inky depth surrounding him.
But even then the world does fail to light the way for me.
How can I truly serve the night if still I cannot see?
Is it best to just strike out and hope to find a path
And trust my own two feet to take me well beyond my wrath?
This indecision smothers me and so I close my mind,
Ignore all doubts as on I go -- though who knows what I'll find?
The night, howe'er, does not plan to slacken its embrace
And thus it clutches at my sleeves as in the dark I race.
If he caught himself, he wasn’t sure he’d survive it. He needed to move beyond reach of his own darkness before it suffocated him. But if he outran himself, he’d never be able to tell himself he had the power to face it. The power to defeat his darkness.
In other words, he had to allow his darkness to catch him in order to know his darkness couldn’t keep him.
And then he’d be able to leave this place.
So he stopped and the self that chased him crashed into him, sending him stumbling forward.
The light does seem to slowly come as on and on I go.
I hold no hope, my eyes are wrong -- the light is gone, I know.
But bit by bit such colors flood the land surrounding me
No doubt now; the light returns and once again I see!
Now I know this single fact about the night is true:
Dawn will come... just trust yourself and light will come to you!
As he looked up, he realized that the words were cutting through the darkness, bleeding it away… because, ever so faintly, he could see the self he chased.
It was waiting for him, just like he had waited for the self behind him.
So he ran once more and just like the self behind him, he crashed into the self before him.
Nothing was different. Not really. The memories of Ryo, of the pain he’d caused, still burned within him. The aching of his body for (if Jin was correct) the drugs still plagued him mercilessly. In his pain, he had driven Jin, his only love, away and there was a good chance he’d never get him back. He still remembered all of the things he’d done recently in his quest to run from his problems. These things were still felt just as keenly as they always had been.
But he finally knew who he was.
And there was no blackness existent that could stand against knowledge like that. It fractured like so much glass.
Kame opened eyes that had never actually been closed. He saw Koki before him and he realized that it was his efforts to reach him that had echoed through the blackness. No, he hadn’t spoken the exact words Kame heard. Kame’s own heart had shaped the love he offered, that it might reach him, that it might guide him to what he needed to know so he could find the way back to himself once more.
He burst into fresh tears and threw his arms around his friend. “Something’s wrong with me, Koki. I think… I think I need help…”
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The story continues:
Fifteenth Cut ~The Tarushi Convergence~
A/N: Okay, I hope that last scene that took place in Kame's head made some sort of sense. I mean, it does to me but it's not entirely unfamiliar to me (I've been lost in my head before), though I've never tried putting something like that into words before.
And that poem is mine. It's very important to me so I'd appreciate it if nobody steals it. It took me years to write that because it had to flow, not be planned. And for some reason, it felt like (and still does) I was SUPPOSED to write it. Why, I could not tell you but I'm trying to do better at trusting my intuition since it's my job anyway to know the right things at the right times. (Long story, probably not interesting to you guys).
Anyways, looks like Jin is going to go face down some drug dealers probably. This is a disaster waiting to happen.
At least Kame is one step closer. He hasn't said so much he has a drug problem, but he realizes something is wrong and that he can't handle it himself. He reaching out for help. That's a step up, right?
Pairing: Jin x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre - Catch Me: AU, angst, romance, smut, drama, tragedy
Beta by: my cat. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary - Catch Me: A dramatic turn in his life throws Kame into Jin's college world. Almost immediately they notice an attraction, but they spend more time clashing than not.
Summary - Lose Me: Kame and Jin still have the occasional argument but mostly they live happily together. But when someone from Kame's past shows up, will the two be able to deal?
Summary - Find Me: Kame has been kidnapped. Will he and Jin ever be reunited?
Summary - Heal Me: The difficult task of readjusting to a normal life... will they make it through together?
Warning: While "Catch Me" part is more towards the fluffy end of the scale at times, the other three parts have such things as drugs and murder and rape and all the fun parts of a bad neighborhood in a big city. Oh, and character death(s).
On my journal: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_ Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the kattun_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
A/N: For those of you who hate poetry, I apologize. For those of you who do not like surreal scenes outside of normal reality that are nevertheless quite real to those who experience them, I apologize for that as well.
The poem is in italics. The lines in between poetry blocks that aren't italics are not part of the poems; they are the thoughts/reactions the poem draws out. Well, it'll make more sense if you read it.
Heal Me
Fourteenth Cut ~The Dark and the Light~
A yawning woman with curly black hair wearing pajamas answered the door. “Wha-”
“Is this her?” Jin asked.
Junno nodded. “Lina, sorry to come so early but he insisted…”
But Jin was no longer aware of anything Junno was saying. He grabbed the woman by the arm and practically yanked her out of the room. “I need to talk to you alone.”
She jerked her arm free and stood her ground, shooting a questioning look at Junno before saying, “I don’t know you; I’m not going anywhere alone with you. Junno, who is this?”
“Remember my friend I asked you about? This is his boyfriend.”
Jin grabbed her arm again. “Seriously, I need to talk to you and you don’t want me to do it right here, I’m pretty sure. Junno, tell her I won’t hurt her, okay?”
The woman jerked her arm free again. This was so frustrating. He just needed to get some information from her; why was she being so difficult? He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want to talk about it where anyone that walked by could hear but it couldn’t wait. If she wouldn’t go with him, he’d have his discussion right there.
“Okay, then. We’ll talk here. I want to know how to find…”
But Junno elbowed him hard. “Jin, not here!”
Growling, Jin responded, “It’s not my fault if she won’t come with me to talk alone. It can’t wait.”
“She this, she that… I have a name.” The woman did not seem amused.
“And I’m sure it’s lovely but this really can’t wait. Are you coming with me or are we talking here?”
From the look on the woman’s face, he imagined Junno was mouthing words at her. He didn’t really care. But she sighed finally and agreed to come with him. The three of them walked to the stairwell.
“Okay Junno, I got this. You can go now,” Jin said.
“But…” It seemed like Junno didn’t want to go, but Jin didn’t want him knowing what he planned to do. He didn’t want any of them knowing. It was going to be dangerous. Probably more dangerous than it had been to wander around that neighborhood when they were searching for Kame.
The woman said, “Just go, Junno. The sooner he finishes, the sooner I can go back to bed.”
“Alright Lina…” and though it was perfectly clear from his tone that he didn’t want to go, Junno left.
Glaring at him, the woman Lina angrily asked, “Okay, now what exactly is so important that you’d drag me out of my room so early?”
“I need to know how to find Kame’s supplier.”
“Oh, no! No, no, I don’t think so.” She was shaking her head at him. Jin found himself rapidly becoming annoyed. Well, moreso, anyway.
“Why not?”
Still shaking her head, she said, “I won’t have another drug addict on my conscience.”
“But you will tell me, because if you don’t, I’ll have to start following you around with a camera and the moment I get proof of what you’re doing I’ll broadcast it to the whole school and who knows who else.” Jin frowned. “But if it makes you feel better, I’m not after drugs.”
“If you’re not, you’ll just end up dead and I don’t want that on my conscience either! Besides, after he kills you, if my boss finds out I sent you to him, I’ll end up dead in some ditch. If you’re not after drugs, what are you after?”
And what was he after? He wasn’t completely sure himself. He’d figure it out on the way. Maybe he’d just beat up the lot of them until they understood they wouldn’t be selling Kame anything else. Or maybe he’d make a deal with them with the same result. Or, hell, maybe he would buy some drugs and then he’d sit in a room with Kame and make him choose…
Oh, great, he was crying again, and in front of some stranger to boot.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m after. Payback, maybe, since the one who hooked Kazu is out of my reach and they are all that’s left… or maybe I just want to make sure they know they won’t be selling him anything else no matter how much money he whores himself out for…” And Jin laughed bitterly.
“They’ll kill you.”
“Seeing Kazu-chan like this, seeing what Ryo did to him, what the drugs are doing to him, it’s killing me already. They’ll only be speeding up the process.” At the mention of Ryo, the woman’s expression changed for a moment. It reminded him of something Junno had said yesterday. “Wait, you saw him there, with Ryo, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Nishikido-san had him on a leash. It didn’t seem right to me and I tried to step in. Nearly got me killed when Nishikido called my boss to complain. But I didn’t know he’d been kidnapped. Not that I believed him, but he actually said he didn’t mind the leash and that Nishikido was good to him.” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you where to go but for my sake, but at least promise you’ll be careful and not do any of the stupid things you’re considering.”
+++
No matter what Koki did, Kame remained nonresponsive. Kame’s eyes were open, but Koki couldn’t find him in them and that terrified him. There had to be a way to reach him, somehow…
He took Kame’s hands into his own.
“Please, please come back to me. I love you, I treasure you… I know you’ll never be mine the way I dream, but I value what I do have with you. I need you to come back to me, Turtle Boyfriend. You hear me? I love you, Kame. Come back…”
And he kept going, on and on, trying to reach his lost friend. He had no idea if he was getting through to him but he had to try, because he really and truly did love him.
“Kame, please… Come back…”
+++
Everything was blackness. The path in front of him stretched on and on, forking here and there, in some tangled sort of maze and all he could do was run blindly. He was being chased by a shapeless form darker even than the blackness that surrounded him and in turn he was chasing after something - someone - eternally out of both sight and reach.
What was this place? How long had he been there? Who was he chasing?
For that matter, who was he? He couldn’t quite remember. It was as elusive as the person he pursued.
Something about the blackness around him pricked at his skin and caused his whole body to ache… yet, despite the pain (or maybe in hopes of escaping it), he ran onward. He had to. The darkness that hounded him would burn his soul from his body and consume his flesh until nothing about him remained.
Something about this fate seemed inevitable.
Words echo through the blackness. Somehow, they seem familiar, like something out of childhood or perhaps a dream…
Once the world was young to me and I was younger still.
I did not understand the land beyond my window sill.
I thought my faith intangible would keep away the night
And thus did not prepare myself as slowly left the light.
Now I hear (but cannot see) as in the ancients creep,
The shadows that beset the night and never, ever sleep.
In fear, I feel the chilling hand that reaches out for me
And robs me of my innocence by midnight's dark decree...
And so I sing of ships and wings -- the ways of leaving here --
But trapped inside so black a night, by what star should I steer?
What hope have I, with childhood gone, and childish fantasy
Now fled from mind to places far, to imagine myself free?
It's these, the dreams we set aside, that brightly guide our hand
Until the day those gone astray say, "Leave them in the sand."
A single syllable flashes through his mind: Ryo. It had been his hand which had stretched out for him, hadn’t it? Ryo that taught him not to hold onto the shining dreams that would have fought the shadows through which he now ran.
Was it the memory of Ryo that pursued him in this hell? Or was it something else?
The words continued to ring out.
I wonder now what good will come of blaming those before
Who coaxed me from my windowsill to step out my front door,
But -- good or not -- the anger comes as in the dark I wait..
This ancient beast that prowls the night: in other words, my hate.
Even now, the hatred builds, empassioned bitterness
That burns my heart seductively; quite nice, I must confess!
Perhaps I can just join the night, instead of mourning youth
I wasted then and now have lost -- forever gone, in truth,
For I cannot find a single star in all night's canopy
To be a sign I might reclaim hope, faith, and dignity.
The taste I've had of dark desire has left me hot for more;
How easy it would be for me to hunt forever more,
To taste the blood upon my tongue -- as sweet as honey-wine --
Forget the life I once had known; claim midnight by design.
And he had tried that, hadn’t he? He hated Ryo; he blamed him and not just for what he did. He blamed Ryo for everything since, too. Every bad choice he had made as he lashed out against his pain, every time he gave in because he was tired of fighting memories he couldn’t bury deeply enough.
But if he was honest with himself, it wasn’t completely Ryo he was hating. It was himself. His weakness.
That was it! He realized he’d always known it. What chased him and what he chased. They were both the same thing, the same person… they both were him. Not some strange foreign force, not some other being, not even the memory of Ryo. It was just him. Himself.
More words thundered through the inky depth surrounding him.
But even then the world does fail to light the way for me.
How can I truly serve the night if still I cannot see?
Is it best to just strike out and hope to find a path
And trust my own two feet to take me well beyond my wrath?
This indecision smothers me and so I close my mind,
Ignore all doubts as on I go -- though who knows what I'll find?
The night, howe'er, does not plan to slacken its embrace
And thus it clutches at my sleeves as in the dark I race.
If he caught himself, he wasn’t sure he’d survive it. He needed to move beyond reach of his own darkness before it suffocated him. But if he outran himself, he’d never be able to tell himself he had the power to face it. The power to defeat his darkness.
In other words, he had to allow his darkness to catch him in order to know his darkness couldn’t keep him.
And then he’d be able to leave this place.
So he stopped and the self that chased him crashed into him, sending him stumbling forward.
The light does seem to slowly come as on and on I go.
I hold no hope, my eyes are wrong -- the light is gone, I know.
But bit by bit such colors flood the land surrounding me
No doubt now; the light returns and once again I see!
Now I know this single fact about the night is true:
Dawn will come... just trust yourself and light will come to you!
As he looked up, he realized that the words were cutting through the darkness, bleeding it away… because, ever so faintly, he could see the self he chased.
It was waiting for him, just like he had waited for the self behind him.
So he ran once more and just like the self behind him, he crashed into the self before him.
Nothing was different. Not really. The memories of Ryo, of the pain he’d caused, still burned within him. The aching of his body for (if Jin was correct) the drugs still plagued him mercilessly. In his pain, he had driven Jin, his only love, away and there was a good chance he’d never get him back. He still remembered all of the things he’d done recently in his quest to run from his problems. These things were still felt just as keenly as they always had been.
But he finally knew who he was.
And there was no blackness existent that could stand against knowledge like that. It fractured like so much glass.
Kame opened eyes that had never actually been closed. He saw Koki before him and he realized that it was his efforts to reach him that had echoed through the blackness. No, he hadn’t spoken the exact words Kame heard. Kame’s own heart had shaped the love he offered, that it might reach him, that it might guide him to what he needed to know so he could find the way back to himself once more.
He burst into fresh tears and threw his arms around his friend. “Something’s wrong with me, Koki. I think… I think I need help…”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The story continues:
Fifteenth Cut ~The Tarushi Convergence~
A/N: Okay, I hope that last scene that took place in Kame's head made some sort of sense. I mean, it does to me but it's not entirely unfamiliar to me (I've been lost in my head before), though I've never tried putting something like that into words before.
And that poem is mine. It's very important to me so I'd appreciate it if nobody steals it. It took me years to write that because it had to flow, not be planned. And for some reason, it felt like (and still does) I was SUPPOSED to write it. Why, I could not tell you but I'm trying to do better at trusting my intuition since it's my job anyway to know the right things at the right times. (Long story, probably not interesting to you guys).
Anyways, looks like Jin is going to go face down some drug dealers probably. This is a disaster waiting to happen.
At least Kame is one step closer. He hasn't said so much he has a drug problem, but he realizes something is wrong and that he can't handle it himself. He reaching out for help. That's a step up, right?