[Birthday Bandwagon] ficlet: nakamaru/kame/gen
for usagi_no_tsuki's request here, who wanted "some NaKame", so here we go!
codes | Nakame-ish, a little gen-ish | 756 words | g
Compared to his thesis, Kame is a much easier topic to write about.
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He could read him, be confused by him, and then get worried about him with just one look, one moment. That's why Nakamaru doesn't ever take things for granted.
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Kame is ten parts hardworking and twenty parts insane, all forms of frantic in a mortal body. He could have left but he didn't, one chance after another. Sometimes determination is the way his focus is fixed on the eyes of the person in front of him. Sometimes it's the quiver in his words when he becomes their voice, but mostly it's in the way he tenses his shoulders and the way the muscles in his body echo his intention.
It's the star in him, Nakamaru knew from the start. A gift from the gods to the selected few.
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Kame doesn't really need him. He has his doting family and adoring seniors, contacts in various industries, admiration from people across all ages, everyone. Who’s Nakamaru, really?
(But Kame does need him. He needs his straightfoward bluntness, he needs his awkward truthfulness, because someone has got to tell him that he's doing something wrong but nobody ever does.)
Nakamaru probably doesn't need him either, but since they got stuck together neither has a choice.
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Compared to his thesis, Kame is a much easier topic to write about.
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He saw him in his car after the announcement, eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses and hands waving at him.
“Shall we go for a ride?”
It was three hours past Nakamaru's bedtime but he couldn't let him be alone. He had worried about him a lot in the past but just this time he felt like he didn't worry enough.
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Nakamaru likes his stoic silence and his repetitive ramblings (sometimes Kame couldn't really remember if he had told him a particular story). Sometimes he makes sense, at times he doesn’t, though Kame makes most sense when he's writing, and that's why Nakamaru reads all the things he writes to the magazine and wonders why didn't he choose to write a book.
“I like photographs better,” Kame answers. “Photographs are instant, words need time.”
Nakamaru knows how to read this: Sometimes I want to let go, I don't want to think, pictures tell a lot more than words anyway.
Pictures also hide a lot of things in plain sight, and more than anything, Kame likes to play a game of codes with the world:
Guess what I'm thinking right now?
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Nakamaru has always thought that he shouldn't read into him too much; it feels like he’s being invasive. What if he doesn't want to be read, what if he just wants to be left alone and Nakamaru is being a nuisance, what if he'd soon get rid of them all, even the remaining three, because he’d had enough?
But Kame keeps the challenges running. What if all he wants is for people to listen to him, make fun of him, read him like a book and tear his defences apart, what if he stays at a distance for people to close it?
(Nakamaru doesn't like games that he can't replay.)
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Compared to his thesis, Kame is a much, much harder topic to present about.
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Kame is ten parts pretty and twenty parts silly, it's just his charm talking, built up from years of confidence. He takes a lot of care of himself, he eats right when he can't sleep right, he fusses about skin tags and pimples yet smiles openly even without makeup. He pulls things towards him, like magnet, or perhaps like gravity.
It's not just the star in him-saying that would be a massive understatement.
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The thing is, Nakamaru needs him. He needs him because he doesn't have the pull like he does, he can't perform magic tricks with his eyes and he can't enchant people with a smile. They all need him, he was their face, he was their voice and this time he could be sure that he is their voice and their face. You are us, we are you, take us with you, he'd readily say.
(“No, Nakamaru, we are we.”)
“We have your back.”
(First was a blow to the pride, second was a stab in the heart, and Nakamaru's not the type to love someone once just to fool him twice.)
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One day he will love him whole, one day he will thank him for needing him, but for now he'll keep playing with him.
One moment is all it takes.
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codes | Nakame-ish, a little gen-ish | 756 words | g
Compared to his thesis, Kame is a much easier topic to write about.
-
He could read him, be confused by him, and then get worried about him with just one look, one moment. That's why Nakamaru doesn't ever take things for granted.
-
Kame is ten parts hardworking and twenty parts insane, all forms of frantic in a mortal body. He could have left but he didn't, one chance after another. Sometimes determination is the way his focus is fixed on the eyes of the person in front of him. Sometimes it's the quiver in his words when he becomes their voice, but mostly it's in the way he tenses his shoulders and the way the muscles in his body echo his intention.
It's the star in him, Nakamaru knew from the start. A gift from the gods to the selected few.
-
Kame doesn't really need him. He has his doting family and adoring seniors, contacts in various industries, admiration from people across all ages, everyone. Who’s Nakamaru, really?
(But Kame does need him. He needs his straightfoward bluntness, he needs his awkward truthfulness, because someone has got to tell him that he's doing something wrong but nobody ever does.)
Nakamaru probably doesn't need him either, but since they got stuck together neither has a choice.
-
Compared to his thesis, Kame is a much easier topic to write about.
-
He saw him in his car after the announcement, eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses and hands waving at him.
“Shall we go for a ride?”
It was three hours past Nakamaru's bedtime but he couldn't let him be alone. He had worried about him a lot in the past but just this time he felt like he didn't worry enough.
-
Nakamaru likes his stoic silence and his repetitive ramblings (sometimes Kame couldn't really remember if he had told him a particular story). Sometimes he makes sense, at times he doesn’t, though Kame makes most sense when he's writing, and that's why Nakamaru reads all the things he writes to the magazine and wonders why didn't he choose to write a book.
“I like photographs better,” Kame answers. “Photographs are instant, words need time.”
Nakamaru knows how to read this: Sometimes I want to let go, I don't want to think, pictures tell a lot more than words anyway.
Pictures also hide a lot of things in plain sight, and more than anything, Kame likes to play a game of codes with the world:
Guess what I'm thinking right now?
-
Nakamaru has always thought that he shouldn't read into him too much; it feels like he’s being invasive. What if he doesn't want to be read, what if he just wants to be left alone and Nakamaru is being a nuisance, what if he'd soon get rid of them all, even the remaining three, because he’d had enough?
But Kame keeps the challenges running. What if all he wants is for people to listen to him, make fun of him, read him like a book and tear his defences apart, what if he stays at a distance for people to close it?
(Nakamaru doesn't like games that he can't replay.)
-
Compared to his thesis, Kame is a much, much harder topic to present about.
-
Kame is ten parts pretty and twenty parts silly, it's just his charm talking, built up from years of confidence. He takes a lot of care of himself, he eats right when he can't sleep right, he fusses about skin tags and pimples yet smiles openly even without makeup. He pulls things towards him, like magnet, or perhaps like gravity.
It's not just the star in him-saying that would be a massive understatement.
-
The thing is, Nakamaru needs him. He needs him because he doesn't have the pull like he does, he can't perform magic tricks with his eyes and he can't enchant people with a smile. They all need him, he was their face, he was their voice and this time he could be sure that he is their voice and their face. You are us, we are you, take us with you, he'd readily say.
(“No, Nakamaru, we are we.”)
“We have your back.”
(First was a blow to the pride, second was a stab in the heart, and Nakamaru's not the type to love someone once just to fool him twice.)
-
One day he will love him whole, one day he will thank him for needing him, but for now he'll keep playing with him.
One moment is all it takes.
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