[FIC] CLUB AK47 - Chapter 13
Title : Club AK47 - Chapter 13
Author : chibitanz
Pairing : Akame, RyoKame, PiKame, RyoDa, RyoUchi, JinxOC, RyoxOC, JinDa and more to come so basically its decagon.
Disclaimer : dont own no shit but the plot.
Ratings : NC 17
Warnings : dont fucking read in a hurry. i tend to make draggy fics. and my muses come and go so naturally sometimes the storyline gets sidetracked.
Summary : Indifferent Kamenashi rages at the exposure of his secrets.
Jin sighed for the umpteenth time that midnight. Kame hadn’t called once and when Jin tried calling instead, he was greeted with the voice of the phone operator.
Clutching onto the piece of information in his hand, he was really desperate to talk to Kame again. He grunted and picked up his phone from the floor minutes later.
To say he was shocked when he found out about the dope from Kame’s history was an understatement.
“Yes, Jin?” Came the high-esteemed voice from the other end of the line. His mother was one strong woman and knowing her workaholic state she had always been, Jin knew it wasn’t inconvenient to be calling her if at a little past midnight.
Jin cleared his throat. “Mother.”
“Anything, darling? Fancy over a cup of tea sometime?” He could almost hear his mother smile.
“N-No. I mean, not anytime soon.”
“Well, I did say sometime. And you sound undoubtedly fidgety. Something the matter?”
Jin looked at the paper in his hand again. He took a while to compose himself before he continued, “It’s about the information your P.I. dug from Kazuya.”
“Kamenashi? Well, what about them? Fabricated facts?”
“I… I don’t know. It’s just -“
“The drugs part, I presume?”
The mocking tone from his mother went unnoticed in that short moment of silence.
Jin sighed and bore his eyes towards the empty street outside the window of his room. An hour before 1:30 a.m. and he slowly wondered what the younger boy was doing.
He didn’t want to sound desperate but the urge to see his boyfriend again was strong and demanding and if it wasn’t his conscience that tells him that Kame was most definitely in bed and he ought not to be a bother right now, he would have been standing inside Kame’s apartment and smelling the younger boy’s hair.
What are you doing right now, Kazu? Have you already forgotten about me?
“Why don’t you try asking him yourself?”
Reina’s voice broke his train of thought and he was slowly brought back to the hopefully crippled information in his hand.
“Ask..? Ask what?” He prayed that he hadn’t spoken his thoughts aloud.
God, that would be so embarrassing.
“Well you are curious about his past so now that you’ve already known and didn’t quite like what you’ve read, why don’t you confirm it with him?”
Drugs.
“You know, mother, private investigators can be wrong at so many times. I once read about them and it says that private eyes always mistake something for another.” Jin tried to reason: to his mother or himself he had no idea but he doubted the former more.
A refined laughter was heard and stopped before one could even realize the sound.
“And they could also be so painfully impeccable beyond doubt, Jin.”
Jin stayed silent. His mother could be so right and the ugly truth lying behind his mother’s words made him all the more uneasy right now.
“Well, if such is all then goodnight.” The phone went dead and Jin was left there in the same distressed state he had been earlier.
-
“Fuck,” Kame cursed at the blank screen of his cell phone the next morning he woke up. He hadn’t bothered to be alert of the battery bar the night before and recalled himself to have been knocked out of all his senses as soon as he got into his bedroom after Yamapi had dropped him off at his apartment.
He slips into his usual jeans and white shirt as he made his way to school with a dead phone.
“Kame-chan~” Koki sang loudly as he entered the lecture room looking proud and mighty with the heavy multiple blings hanging dangerously around his neck and his attire resembling an original mafia from the bones.
“Koki…” Kame didn’t really mind the few rows in front of him where a group of girls were giggling about how Koki and him looked to be more than just friends.
Koki parks his ass on the seat next to Kame and pushed the book in front of Kame away. Snickering like a total idiot, Koki presents a piece of white paper with drawn tables and letters to Kame.
“New change of schedules for the next semester.” Koki said.
Kame scanned through the times and subjects and frowned when he sees a few days of his schedule that would be difficult for his work at night.
“The next paper is on the next two months, Kame-chan. I guess we’ll have to study harder these couple of weeks. Ah, exams are so worrying~” Koki said again, the stupid grin still stuck on his face.
Kame’s frown deepened. He had definitely forgotten about his upcoming exams. Not that he ever cared about them much in the first place but he also knew that getting more than credits for the next paper would secure a better future for his aiming career. But, it was two months away so Kame wouldn’t give two fucks about it not until it was two days’ away he wouldn’t.
“You don’t look like you’re fretting,” Kame pointed obviously.
Koki turned his head to the side, rubbing his bald head bashfully. “Fretting? About what?”
Kame finds the hairless man next to him weird but in a funny way. “Weren’t you the one getting all worried about the coming exams and telling that we should study harder and stuff?”
Koki turned to face Kame again. “Ah, yeah I did. So yes, study!”
Kame narrowed his eyes and snatched Koki’s own schedule. “You’re acting so strange, Koki-kun. Did your schedule change too?”
Koki nodded and kept his funny grin as Kame read through his timetable. “All my classes are assigned at the same period with yours, Kame-chan.”
“Great. I don’t have to feel so lonely anymore.” Kame smiled and Koki imagined what it would be like to be seeing this face every day for the next two weeks.
Kame hadn’t expected to see Jin waiting outside the campus that afternoon. He assumed Jin would be angry as he realized he hadn’t been keeping in touch for the last twenty four hours.
“Jin.” Kame tried to smile wider but Jin’s hidden eyes behind shades made Kame wondered what was the latter’s reaction.
“Get in.” Jin’s voice was empty and only made it harder for the younger boy to make out Jin’s state of mind. Obediently he slipped into the car and put on his seatbelt.
The car slowly began rolling away from outside the campus and soon the building was out of sight from the rear mirror.
“Where… Where are we going?” Kame asked timidly.
Jin pushed his shades up to his hair, the younger boy noticed the deep frown the other was wearing. “To my place. I want to ask you something.”
Kame didn’t like where this was going if he tried to imagine it. “Jin, I’m sorry for not answering your calls but I promise, I didn’t do anything with Yamapi.”
“Yamapi?” Jin’s eyes widened at him in surprise.
Kame regretted for a second but decided he should just continue explaining. After all, from his experiences on dramas he watched, a relationship is all about laying everything out. “Well, uh… I -“
“Where were you yesterday?” Jin asked suspiciously.
“I sent you a text message, telling I was going back to my hometown. Something happened in my family.” Kame answered honestly.
Jin hadn’t remembered seeing a text message so he guessed smartly the probability of the failed message. “Was my phone turned off that time?”
Kame nodded. “I tried calling you first but yeah, your phone went to voicemail.”
“I turned off the settings to receive text messages when my phone went off. Sorry.” Jin said, glancing briefly at Kame with an apologetic look.
Shaking his head, he hurried to protest. “No, I should have told you earlier. But I decided just at the spur of the moment. It was unplanned so I couldn’t inform you beforehand of my sudden trip. I’m really sor-“
Jin chuckled abruptly silencing the younger boy. His boyfriend was really unpredictable at so many times but Kame likes to be surprised so he guessed he really adores this side of Jin.
There’s still much I’ve yet to know.
“What is it you wanted to ask?” He asked curiously. “And you can just ask me here so why all the trouble to go to your place?”
Silently he wished to himself that Jin wasn’t just looking for sex although he would be more than willing to be ready for his boyfriend.
Jin’s expression became grim and the younger boy became all the more wanting to know after seeing that change in Jin’s face.
“When we get there, you’ll know.”
Heavier silence engulfed the atmosphere after Jin’s almost inaudible voice.
-
Jin was nowhere to be seen when Kame turned around after he locked the front door of Jin’s house.
“Jin?”
He could hear sounds of a something heavy falling onto the floor from Jin’s room upstairs, quickly he dashed up the stairs towards the source of the sound.
“Jin? What was that?” Kame half-yelled worriedly.
He enters the room to find Jin’s back facing him. There was a box on the floor and hesitantly he tries to approach his boyfriend. “Jin, what’s wrong?”
Kame turned his boyfriend around; Jin’s head was hanging low and in his hands was a thick grey-coloured pocket folder.
“What’s this?” Kame asked as he took the folder to his hands.
Flipping open to the front page was a picture of him, a photo he remembered taking for his university entrance exam.
Next to the photo were letters spelling his name under was his bio data where his age, sex, address and more basic information.
“What is this, Jin?” Kame asked again, his eyes never leaving the words as they digests slowly in his head.
Jin placed his hand on the folder attempting to take it from the other’s hands but when Jin pulled, Kame grips harder in refute. “Kame, give it to me.”
“No. Tell me, Jin. What is this?” Kame’s eyes were pleading because he wouldn’t believe Jin could have done this.
“Give it to me, Kazuya.” Jin yanked hard and abruptly Kame’s grip loosened and the folder fell onto the floor with a dull thud.
The papers neatly stacked inside the folder spread out carelessly on the floor. Jin reluctantly pulled out a particular paper from the mess and showed it to Kame.
“Why did you do this?” Kame asked.
“I -“ Jin tried to start, but the younger boy cut him clearly annoyed at the moment.
“Have you been checking on my background? Why?”
Kame felt betrayed at that moment and the feeling of betrayed was like the time when he found out about Uchi sleeping with Ryo but there was a slight difference between the both incidents: he felt weaker in this and the current feeling of deception was harder to bear. It was far more compelling.
Jin tries to reach out to the other but Kame flinched away.
“It was my mother, but Kazuya, please. She only wanted to know more about you. That’s all.” He tried to reason.
It breaks his heart when the younger boy backed away from him as if he was worse than the plague.
“Doesn’t she know anything at all about privacy?” He raised his voice impatiently.
Jin had probably almost never seen Kame in a state like this though he had wished to but now that he’s getting it live, he wished he could have abandoned that thought instead.
“Why are you so mad? It’s just about finding more about you.” However, the reason behind Kame’s anger was still unfathomable in his head.
Kame stood up and Jin followed suit. “You mean digging about my life, my past, Jin.”
“Well, I don’t know anything about you at all since we first started out.” Jin was getting desperate, why couldn’t Kame just understand that all he wanted was to know more about the younger boy?
“And then you would know because as we start, we talk. We will tell each other thing so you wouldn’t be clueless about who you’re sleeping with. Relationship takes time, Jin, you should know that.
“I - “
“But I guess you don’t because everyone else you have been sleeping with before me had only ever shared their bodies and their phone numbers with you. Isn’t that the truth?” He spat sarcastically.
Jin stared at him dolefully. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this from all people, his first love. “Kazuya, you don’t mean this.”
Blinded by anger in his eyes, his compassionate self was too weak to make him see his harshness being. “I guess I just did.”
“Would you have told me about your addiction too if I had asked?” Jin yelled.
Kame fell silent. Nobody should know about this, he had made a promise to himself. Drugs were going to be the last thing on his mind or in no order at all since three years ago.
“Honestly, no I wouldn’t have. And I don’t think I ever will if I know you were going to react like this.” He said miserably.
“Like what? I’m not acting like anything!” Jin was confused. How was it possible for Kame to be all fury and in rage at one moment and then crestfallen the next?
“You are acting like… like its humiliating to be involved with drugs and I’m definite that you wouldn’t ever want to be with me again after this. I’ll just… I’ll go.”
Kame turned his back at Jin and started walking away.
Jin quickly grabbed Kame’s arm before the latter could go further. “Wait, Kazuya. That’s not it at all. Why are you always deciding things for yourself? And you’re always supposing everything you did to be all negative.”
Kame’s eyes were glinting under the lights in the room. “I have no right to be positive about everything in life, Jin.”
“Yes, you do! Kazuya, please don’t walk away from me.” Jin pulled Kame closer.
“I know what you think about drug addicts. I heard from the staffs at the club that you hated those people and Jin, you know already very much as much as I do that… that I - “
“You took drugs.” Jin finished the sentence for him.
He nodded. “I ran away from rehabilitation but I tried overcoming the addiction, Jin, I really did. But these things take time, and a very long time for me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back the next time there was a packet of heroin in front of my eyes.”
“You did drugs three years ago, Kazu. I don’t even know you then and even if I ever hated drug addicts, I would never hate you. Kazuya, I love you. I don’t give a drug’s fuck if you are still suffering inside but I will always stay beside you and help you through it.” Jin brushed his thumb over the one drop of tear falling down from Kame’s eyes.
“Three years is only a short time, Jin. I will still be - “
He was shut up with a pair of lips crushing onto his own. Jin’s scent was so heavy and he missed it so much. Warm, fuzzy feeling was spreading over his body and Jin’s words tasted more than just honey to him.
If kisses could really convey feelings, then Jin’s very own kisses was assuring Kame that he would always stay by the younger boy.
“I’ll stay with you.”
Kame could only wish those words were true as he fall deeper for the man wrapping his arms around him.
The future is something none of them could predict and Kame knew that all too well thus holding onto the small tinge of hope was barely an easy thing he could do but he held on to it anyway.
Please promise this for forever, Jin.
The few hours before the club opens were spent with Kame finishing his remaining pile of assignments on Jin’s dining table while Jin busied himself experimenting with more dangerous concoctions behind the counter in the kitchen.
In the midst of the cozy atmosphere, the soft piano ballads dances in the air and Kame couldn’t help but be distracted by the many faces as the older man tries each of his own new creations.
He couldn’t manage to hold in his giggle when Jin shuddered after leading a glass of purple mixture into his mouth before forcing them out again from his mouth to the sink.
“What the hell were you mixing?” Kame hurried to stand next to his boyfriend, rubbing his back soothingly.
Jin was still shuddering and as he finished vomiting, he washed his hands and his mouth. He looked up at his snickering boyfriend and blushed at the not so pretty side of himself.
“That was not cool, wasn’t it?” He asked bashfully.
Kame shook his head, “No, it was certainly not but I can’t expect my handsome prince to look like a freaking angel with a halo around his head when he pukes.”
The older boy yanked Kame to him and squeezed the younger boy tightly with his embrace, sniffing the scent of youth but was definitely his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry, Kazuya.”
Tensed in the arms of the other, his mind abruptly went completely blank. The word seemed to affect him this much. Maybe he knew what Jin was apologizing about or maybe he didn’t.
Jin buried his face into the soft cottony material of Kame’s jacket. “I’m sorry about what I did. Getting a private investigator behind your back was the stupidest thing anyone in a relationship could have ever done. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been so used to getting whatever I want that considering your feelings didn’t occur to me at all and now that I know how distress it made you feel, I’m so sorry.”
Jin’s face had wrinkles, Kame noticed when the older man stood straight and looked at him seriously in the eyes. The lines signifying worries crawled across Jin’s face and carves even deeper when Kame gave no reply to Jin’s explanation.
“I’m sorry, Kazuya.”
Startled more than he already was, Kame couldn’t form a comprehensible reply yet he knew all too well that just a simple ‘It’s okay’ would be what the older boy need right now.
Because he knew it wasn’t so he couldn’t say it.
Staring back at the handsome face in front of his eyes for the longest time, he doubted he could blame Jin for the latter’s curiosity. Anyone else who he knew dug his backgrounds, Kame was sure as hell he would knock the lights out of but this was Jin and he wouldn’t as much hurt a cell of.
“Please don’t give up on me if I ever fall back to my old self.” Kame crushed his body against Jin’s, locking his arms tight around with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.
Jin returned the embrace as he placed his arms around his boyfriend, squeezing slightly with a warm feeling spreading over him.
“I’ll never hate you for anything. Never, Kazuya.” Jin mumbled and brushed his fingers over the messy lock that was Kame.
“I’ll help you get over it, if you ever slip back into addiction.”
Feeling his neck dampened with wet assuring kisses, Kame could only wish that those words were real and stays in the truth of the tone used.
-
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Kame asked doubtfully as he took another bite of the fried fingers in his hold.
Jin nodded and kept his eyes on the screen. Years ago, he would have needed a thousand reasons to watch this horrifying anime but with Kame beside him he wouldn’t have to think twice before showing his weaknesses.
He loved the feeling of being able to expose himself in front of Kame but in the back of his quiet mind, he wondered if Kame could ever feel the same.
Occasionally, he couldn’t help himself but to ponder deeply whether Kame was only being himself of the latter was being reluctant most of the times. He hoped it would be the former because being forced into something was the last thing he wanted Kame to feel.
Kame’s indifference astonished him countless of times. The younger boy seemed to have attention the lifespan of a child’s and yet Kame could be so alert and understood his surroundings.
If Jin had to say which of them would be the romantic-type, Jin would without a second of thinking opted out for Kame.
In most times they spent together, be it hours or seconds, Jin always notices Kame turning away from confessions except for that one time Kame confessed to him. Jin believed that he had often been lovey-dovey towards his younger boyfriend but the latter only just brushed off with a small smile or looking away before changing the subject to food instead.
A month had passed and Kame decided to bring up the subject to quit his job at the club due to the many changes in his class schedules and more assignments piling up.
“But I’ll find you a replacement. I actually already have someone in mind.” Kame smiled.
His boyfriend only looked at him questioningly guising his grimace from the horrific scenes in the movie. “Do I know him or her?”
Kame shook his head. “I don’t know him much either. He’s someone from uni and he’s really popular with the girls so I didn’t approach him. But he can make really good drinks, honest, I did some research.”
Jin snuggled closer towards the younger boy and rested his head on Kame’s shoulder. “Thanks, Kazu-chan.”
-
“What’s up, Kamenashi? It’s pretty early and rare for you to call.” Kame recognized all too well the arrogant voice from the other end of the line.
He rolled to the side of his bed, balancing dangerously on the edge. “Kura-chan. I heard you’re looking for a job.”
There was a short silence and the arrogant voice turned curious. “You saw some opening around?”
“Uh-huh. You up for it?” Kame yawned lazily.
“I’d do anything. Just tell me it’s not from a brothel. God, I’m in serious need of cash.”
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t check properly your expertise in mixing drinks.” Kame said.
“You mean -“
“Yes, yes. A job as a drink mixer. But I’ll have to show you to the owner of the place first. I mean, I’m asking because I wanted to quit.” Kame cut the other off impatiently.
Excitement was evident in the other’s voice the next time he spoke. “I’d love to. Where’s the place?”
“Club AK47.”
-
“Ohno Satoshi?”
Inside the quiet atmosphere of the air-conditioned meeting room, around twelve pairs of eyes were fixed at the single woman leaning on the black leather seat at the far end of the long mahogany table.
What came next was unexpected and all figures in the room flinched in their seats when the thick stack of papers was flung angrily on the wooden table.
“Masaharu, have you prepared the things needed for Jin’s departure?” Reina’s voice was soft and thickened with worry.
The man in neat and tidy attire from head to toe stood robotically straight as he nodded with a reply, “Yes, ma’am.”
Reina turned her head back to her anticipating subordinates who seemed still fidgety. “I have decided that we in all circumstances will do everything within the power of our knowledge to put Kamenashi behind bars.
“Kamenashi is guilty in every way I see it in this case and I see no point for us to drag this case further so I came to a conclusion to bring the trials forward than the decided date,”
Horikita Maki raised a hand which the gesture went unnoticed by the speaking woman. Frustrated, she stood up abruptly, drawing everyone’s attention. Reina stopped speaking.
“But ma’am, I still think that it wasn’t entirely fair to put all the blame in Kamenashi-san because there were still loopholes that could prove this man innocent.”
Reina swapped her disbelieving face into a fury one. “Horikita-san. Whose side are you on in this case?”
Horikita fell silent. Rationally of course she would have been siding the innocent party but now that she remembers the place she’s stepping her foot on, she should have been siding her client no matter the circumstances.
“Another siding opinion for the accused and you’re fired. I hope you remember your place and who you are working for, Horikita-san.”
Horikita nodded dolefully and took her seat again. The meeting continues with Reina urging to everyone that they find more and more evidence enough to rest their case in order to prove Kamenashi guilty.
"Angel Lawyer?" Reina scoffed. "You won't win my case a second time."
A/N : OMG HAS ANYONE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS? please don't lol reasons are because of fucken rl that keeps me occupied and not a breath exhaled. really. honest. omg i still have loads of comments to reply but comments are your appreciation and (late but) surely, i'll reply to your warm comments. honest.
Author : chibitanz
Pairing : Akame, RyoKame, PiKame, RyoDa, RyoUchi, JinxOC, RyoxOC, JinDa and more to come so basically its decagon.
Disclaimer : dont own no shit but the plot.
Ratings : NC 17
Warnings : dont fucking read in a hurry. i tend to make draggy fics. and my muses come and go so naturally sometimes the storyline gets sidetracked.
Summary : Indifferent Kamenashi rages at the exposure of his secrets.
Jin sighed for the umpteenth time that midnight. Kame hadn’t called once and when Jin tried calling instead, he was greeted with the voice of the phone operator.
Clutching onto the piece of information in his hand, he was really desperate to talk to Kame again. He grunted and picked up his phone from the floor minutes later.
To say he was shocked when he found out about the dope from Kame’s history was an understatement.
“Yes, Jin?” Came the high-esteemed voice from the other end of the line. His mother was one strong woman and knowing her workaholic state she had always been, Jin knew it wasn’t inconvenient to be calling her if at a little past midnight.
Jin cleared his throat. “Mother.”
“Anything, darling? Fancy over a cup of tea sometime?” He could almost hear his mother smile.
“N-No. I mean, not anytime soon.”
“Well, I did say sometime. And you sound undoubtedly fidgety. Something the matter?”
Jin looked at the paper in his hand again. He took a while to compose himself before he continued, “It’s about the information your P.I. dug from Kazuya.”
“Kamenashi? Well, what about them? Fabricated facts?”
“I… I don’t know. It’s just -“
“The drugs part, I presume?”
The mocking tone from his mother went unnoticed in that short moment of silence.
Jin sighed and bore his eyes towards the empty street outside the window of his room. An hour before 1:30 a.m. and he slowly wondered what the younger boy was doing.
He didn’t want to sound desperate but the urge to see his boyfriend again was strong and demanding and if it wasn’t his conscience that tells him that Kame was most definitely in bed and he ought not to be a bother right now, he would have been standing inside Kame’s apartment and smelling the younger boy’s hair.
What are you doing right now, Kazu? Have you already forgotten about me?
“Why don’t you try asking him yourself?”
Reina’s voice broke his train of thought and he was slowly brought back to the hopefully crippled information in his hand.
“Ask..? Ask what?” He prayed that he hadn’t spoken his thoughts aloud.
God, that would be so embarrassing.
“Well you are curious about his past so now that you’ve already known and didn’t quite like what you’ve read, why don’t you confirm it with him?”
Drugs.
“You know, mother, private investigators can be wrong at so many times. I once read about them and it says that private eyes always mistake something for another.” Jin tried to reason: to his mother or himself he had no idea but he doubted the former more.
A refined laughter was heard and stopped before one could even realize the sound.
“And they could also be so painfully impeccable beyond doubt, Jin.”
Jin stayed silent. His mother could be so right and the ugly truth lying behind his mother’s words made him all the more uneasy right now.
“Well, if such is all then goodnight.” The phone went dead and Jin was left there in the same distressed state he had been earlier.
-
“Fuck,” Kame cursed at the blank screen of his cell phone the next morning he woke up. He hadn’t bothered to be alert of the battery bar the night before and recalled himself to have been knocked out of all his senses as soon as he got into his bedroom after Yamapi had dropped him off at his apartment.
He slips into his usual jeans and white shirt as he made his way to school with a dead phone.
“Kame-chan~” Koki sang loudly as he entered the lecture room looking proud and mighty with the heavy multiple blings hanging dangerously around his neck and his attire resembling an original mafia from the bones.
“Koki…” Kame didn’t really mind the few rows in front of him where a group of girls were giggling about how Koki and him looked to be more than just friends.
Koki parks his ass on the seat next to Kame and pushed the book in front of Kame away. Snickering like a total idiot, Koki presents a piece of white paper with drawn tables and letters to Kame.
“New change of schedules for the next semester.” Koki said.
Kame scanned through the times and subjects and frowned when he sees a few days of his schedule that would be difficult for his work at night.
“The next paper is on the next two months, Kame-chan. I guess we’ll have to study harder these couple of weeks. Ah, exams are so worrying~” Koki said again, the stupid grin still stuck on his face.
Kame’s frown deepened. He had definitely forgotten about his upcoming exams. Not that he ever cared about them much in the first place but he also knew that getting more than credits for the next paper would secure a better future for his aiming career. But, it was two months away so Kame wouldn’t give two fucks about it not until it was two days’ away he wouldn’t.
“You don’t look like you’re fretting,” Kame pointed obviously.
Koki turned his head to the side, rubbing his bald head bashfully. “Fretting? About what?”
Kame finds the hairless man next to him weird but in a funny way. “Weren’t you the one getting all worried about the coming exams and telling that we should study harder and stuff?”
Koki turned to face Kame again. “Ah, yeah I did. So yes, study!”
Kame narrowed his eyes and snatched Koki’s own schedule. “You’re acting so strange, Koki-kun. Did your schedule change too?”
Koki nodded and kept his funny grin as Kame read through his timetable. “All my classes are assigned at the same period with yours, Kame-chan.”
“Great. I don’t have to feel so lonely anymore.” Kame smiled and Koki imagined what it would be like to be seeing this face every day for the next two weeks.
Kame hadn’t expected to see Jin waiting outside the campus that afternoon. He assumed Jin would be angry as he realized he hadn’t been keeping in touch for the last twenty four hours.
“Jin.” Kame tried to smile wider but Jin’s hidden eyes behind shades made Kame wondered what was the latter’s reaction.
“Get in.” Jin’s voice was empty and only made it harder for the younger boy to make out Jin’s state of mind. Obediently he slipped into the car and put on his seatbelt.
The car slowly began rolling away from outside the campus and soon the building was out of sight from the rear mirror.
“Where… Where are we going?” Kame asked timidly.
Jin pushed his shades up to his hair, the younger boy noticed the deep frown the other was wearing. “To my place. I want to ask you something.”
Kame didn’t like where this was going if he tried to imagine it. “Jin, I’m sorry for not answering your calls but I promise, I didn’t do anything with Yamapi.”
“Yamapi?” Jin’s eyes widened at him in surprise.
Kame regretted for a second but decided he should just continue explaining. After all, from his experiences on dramas he watched, a relationship is all about laying everything out. “Well, uh… I -“
“Where were you yesterday?” Jin asked suspiciously.
“I sent you a text message, telling I was going back to my hometown. Something happened in my family.” Kame answered honestly.
Jin hadn’t remembered seeing a text message so he guessed smartly the probability of the failed message. “Was my phone turned off that time?”
Kame nodded. “I tried calling you first but yeah, your phone went to voicemail.”
“I turned off the settings to receive text messages when my phone went off. Sorry.” Jin said, glancing briefly at Kame with an apologetic look.
Shaking his head, he hurried to protest. “No, I should have told you earlier. But I decided just at the spur of the moment. It was unplanned so I couldn’t inform you beforehand of my sudden trip. I’m really sor-“
Jin chuckled abruptly silencing the younger boy. His boyfriend was really unpredictable at so many times but Kame likes to be surprised so he guessed he really adores this side of Jin.
There’s still much I’ve yet to know.
“What is it you wanted to ask?” He asked curiously. “And you can just ask me here so why all the trouble to go to your place?”
Silently he wished to himself that Jin wasn’t just looking for sex although he would be more than willing to be ready for his boyfriend.
Jin’s expression became grim and the younger boy became all the more wanting to know after seeing that change in Jin’s face.
“When we get there, you’ll know.”
Heavier silence engulfed the atmosphere after Jin’s almost inaudible voice.
-
Jin was nowhere to be seen when Kame turned around after he locked the front door of Jin’s house.
“Jin?”
He could hear sounds of a something heavy falling onto the floor from Jin’s room upstairs, quickly he dashed up the stairs towards the source of the sound.
“Jin? What was that?” Kame half-yelled worriedly.
He enters the room to find Jin’s back facing him. There was a box on the floor and hesitantly he tries to approach his boyfriend. “Jin, what’s wrong?”
Kame turned his boyfriend around; Jin’s head was hanging low and in his hands was a thick grey-coloured pocket folder.
“What’s this?” Kame asked as he took the folder to his hands.
Flipping open to the front page was a picture of him, a photo he remembered taking for his university entrance exam.
Next to the photo were letters spelling his name under was his bio data where his age, sex, address and more basic information.
“What is this, Jin?” Kame asked again, his eyes never leaving the words as they digests slowly in his head.
Jin placed his hand on the folder attempting to take it from the other’s hands but when Jin pulled, Kame grips harder in refute. “Kame, give it to me.”
“No. Tell me, Jin. What is this?” Kame’s eyes were pleading because he wouldn’t believe Jin could have done this.
“Give it to me, Kazuya.” Jin yanked hard and abruptly Kame’s grip loosened and the folder fell onto the floor with a dull thud.
The papers neatly stacked inside the folder spread out carelessly on the floor. Jin reluctantly pulled out a particular paper from the mess and showed it to Kame.
“Why did you do this?” Kame asked.
“I -“ Jin tried to start, but the younger boy cut him clearly annoyed at the moment.
“Have you been checking on my background? Why?”
Kame felt betrayed at that moment and the feeling of betrayed was like the time when he found out about Uchi sleeping with Ryo but there was a slight difference between the both incidents: he felt weaker in this and the current feeling of deception was harder to bear. It was far more compelling.
Jin tries to reach out to the other but Kame flinched away.
“It was my mother, but Kazuya, please. She only wanted to know more about you. That’s all.” He tried to reason.
It breaks his heart when the younger boy backed away from him as if he was worse than the plague.
“Doesn’t she know anything at all about privacy?” He raised his voice impatiently.
Jin had probably almost never seen Kame in a state like this though he had wished to but now that he’s getting it live, he wished he could have abandoned that thought instead.
“Why are you so mad? It’s just about finding more about you.” However, the reason behind Kame’s anger was still unfathomable in his head.
Kame stood up and Jin followed suit. “You mean digging about my life, my past, Jin.”
“Well, I don’t know anything about you at all since we first started out.” Jin was getting desperate, why couldn’t Kame just understand that all he wanted was to know more about the younger boy?
“And then you would know because as we start, we talk. We will tell each other thing so you wouldn’t be clueless about who you’re sleeping with. Relationship takes time, Jin, you should know that.
“I - “
“But I guess you don’t because everyone else you have been sleeping with before me had only ever shared their bodies and their phone numbers with you. Isn’t that the truth?” He spat sarcastically.
Jin stared at him dolefully. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this from all people, his first love. “Kazuya, you don’t mean this.”
Blinded by anger in his eyes, his compassionate self was too weak to make him see his harshness being. “I guess I just did.”
“Would you have told me about your addiction too if I had asked?” Jin yelled.
Kame fell silent. Nobody should know about this, he had made a promise to himself. Drugs were going to be the last thing on his mind or in no order at all since three years ago.
“Honestly, no I wouldn’t have. And I don’t think I ever will if I know you were going to react like this.” He said miserably.
“Like what? I’m not acting like anything!” Jin was confused. How was it possible for Kame to be all fury and in rage at one moment and then crestfallen the next?
“You are acting like… like its humiliating to be involved with drugs and I’m definite that you wouldn’t ever want to be with me again after this. I’ll just… I’ll go.”
Kame turned his back at Jin and started walking away.
Jin quickly grabbed Kame’s arm before the latter could go further. “Wait, Kazuya. That’s not it at all. Why are you always deciding things for yourself? And you’re always supposing everything you did to be all negative.”
Kame’s eyes were glinting under the lights in the room. “I have no right to be positive about everything in life, Jin.”
“Yes, you do! Kazuya, please don’t walk away from me.” Jin pulled Kame closer.
“I know what you think about drug addicts. I heard from the staffs at the club that you hated those people and Jin, you know already very much as much as I do that… that I - “
“You took drugs.” Jin finished the sentence for him.
He nodded. “I ran away from rehabilitation but I tried overcoming the addiction, Jin, I really did. But these things take time, and a very long time for me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back the next time there was a packet of heroin in front of my eyes.”
“You did drugs three years ago, Kazu. I don’t even know you then and even if I ever hated drug addicts, I would never hate you. Kazuya, I love you. I don’t give a drug’s fuck if you are still suffering inside but I will always stay beside you and help you through it.” Jin brushed his thumb over the one drop of tear falling down from Kame’s eyes.
“Three years is only a short time, Jin. I will still be - “
He was shut up with a pair of lips crushing onto his own. Jin’s scent was so heavy and he missed it so much. Warm, fuzzy feeling was spreading over his body and Jin’s words tasted more than just honey to him.
If kisses could really convey feelings, then Jin’s very own kisses was assuring Kame that he would always stay by the younger boy.
“I’ll stay with you.”
Kame could only wish those words were true as he fall deeper for the man wrapping his arms around him.
The future is something none of them could predict and Kame knew that all too well thus holding onto the small tinge of hope was barely an easy thing he could do but he held on to it anyway.
Please promise this for forever, Jin.
The few hours before the club opens were spent with Kame finishing his remaining pile of assignments on Jin’s dining table while Jin busied himself experimenting with more dangerous concoctions behind the counter in the kitchen.
In the midst of the cozy atmosphere, the soft piano ballads dances in the air and Kame couldn’t help but be distracted by the many faces as the older man tries each of his own new creations.
He couldn’t manage to hold in his giggle when Jin shuddered after leading a glass of purple mixture into his mouth before forcing them out again from his mouth to the sink.
“What the hell were you mixing?” Kame hurried to stand next to his boyfriend, rubbing his back soothingly.
Jin was still shuddering and as he finished vomiting, he washed his hands and his mouth. He looked up at his snickering boyfriend and blushed at the not so pretty side of himself.
“That was not cool, wasn’t it?” He asked bashfully.
Kame shook his head, “No, it was certainly not but I can’t expect my handsome prince to look like a freaking angel with a halo around his head when he pukes.”
The older boy yanked Kame to him and squeezed the younger boy tightly with his embrace, sniffing the scent of youth but was definitely his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry, Kazuya.”
Tensed in the arms of the other, his mind abruptly went completely blank. The word seemed to affect him this much. Maybe he knew what Jin was apologizing about or maybe he didn’t.
Jin buried his face into the soft cottony material of Kame’s jacket. “I’m sorry about what I did. Getting a private investigator behind your back was the stupidest thing anyone in a relationship could have ever done. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been so used to getting whatever I want that considering your feelings didn’t occur to me at all and now that I know how distress it made you feel, I’m so sorry.”
Jin’s face had wrinkles, Kame noticed when the older man stood straight and looked at him seriously in the eyes. The lines signifying worries crawled across Jin’s face and carves even deeper when Kame gave no reply to Jin’s explanation.
“I’m sorry, Kazuya.”
Startled more than he already was, Kame couldn’t form a comprehensible reply yet he knew all too well that just a simple ‘It’s okay’ would be what the older boy need right now.
Because he knew it wasn’t so he couldn’t say it.
Staring back at the handsome face in front of his eyes for the longest time, he doubted he could blame Jin for the latter’s curiosity. Anyone else who he knew dug his backgrounds, Kame was sure as hell he would knock the lights out of but this was Jin and he wouldn’t as much hurt a cell of.
“Please don’t give up on me if I ever fall back to my old self.” Kame crushed his body against Jin’s, locking his arms tight around with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.
Jin returned the embrace as he placed his arms around his boyfriend, squeezing slightly with a warm feeling spreading over him.
“I’ll never hate you for anything. Never, Kazuya.” Jin mumbled and brushed his fingers over the messy lock that was Kame.
“I’ll help you get over it, if you ever slip back into addiction.”
Feeling his neck dampened with wet assuring kisses, Kame could only wish that those words were real and stays in the truth of the tone used.
-
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Kame asked doubtfully as he took another bite of the fried fingers in his hold.
Jin nodded and kept his eyes on the screen. Years ago, he would have needed a thousand reasons to watch this horrifying anime but with Kame beside him he wouldn’t have to think twice before showing his weaknesses.
He loved the feeling of being able to expose himself in front of Kame but in the back of his quiet mind, he wondered if Kame could ever feel the same.
Occasionally, he couldn’t help himself but to ponder deeply whether Kame was only being himself of the latter was being reluctant most of the times. He hoped it would be the former because being forced into something was the last thing he wanted Kame to feel.
Kame’s indifference astonished him countless of times. The younger boy seemed to have attention the lifespan of a child’s and yet Kame could be so alert and understood his surroundings.
If Jin had to say which of them would be the romantic-type, Jin would without a second of thinking opted out for Kame.
In most times they spent together, be it hours or seconds, Jin always notices Kame turning away from confessions except for that one time Kame confessed to him. Jin believed that he had often been lovey-dovey towards his younger boyfriend but the latter only just brushed off with a small smile or looking away before changing the subject to food instead.
A month had passed and Kame decided to bring up the subject to quit his job at the club due to the many changes in his class schedules and more assignments piling up.
“But I’ll find you a replacement. I actually already have someone in mind.” Kame smiled.
His boyfriend only looked at him questioningly guising his grimace from the horrific scenes in the movie. “Do I know him or her?”
Kame shook his head. “I don’t know him much either. He’s someone from uni and he’s really popular with the girls so I didn’t approach him. But he can make really good drinks, honest, I did some research.”
Jin snuggled closer towards the younger boy and rested his head on Kame’s shoulder. “Thanks, Kazu-chan.”
-
“What’s up, Kamenashi? It’s pretty early and rare for you to call.” Kame recognized all too well the arrogant voice from the other end of the line.
He rolled to the side of his bed, balancing dangerously on the edge. “Kura-chan. I heard you’re looking for a job.”
There was a short silence and the arrogant voice turned curious. “You saw some opening around?”
“Uh-huh. You up for it?” Kame yawned lazily.
“I’d do anything. Just tell me it’s not from a brothel. God, I’m in serious need of cash.”
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t check properly your expertise in mixing drinks.” Kame said.
“You mean -“
“Yes, yes. A job as a drink mixer. But I’ll have to show you to the owner of the place first. I mean, I’m asking because I wanted to quit.” Kame cut the other off impatiently.
Excitement was evident in the other’s voice the next time he spoke. “I’d love to. Where’s the place?”
“Club AK47.”
-
“Ohno Satoshi?”
Inside the quiet atmosphere of the air-conditioned meeting room, around twelve pairs of eyes were fixed at the single woman leaning on the black leather seat at the far end of the long mahogany table.
What came next was unexpected and all figures in the room flinched in their seats when the thick stack of papers was flung angrily on the wooden table.
“Masaharu, have you prepared the things needed for Jin’s departure?” Reina’s voice was soft and thickened with worry.
The man in neat and tidy attire from head to toe stood robotically straight as he nodded with a reply, “Yes, ma’am.”
Reina turned her head back to her anticipating subordinates who seemed still fidgety. “I have decided that we in all circumstances will do everything within the power of our knowledge to put Kamenashi behind bars.
“Kamenashi is guilty in every way I see it in this case and I see no point for us to drag this case further so I came to a conclusion to bring the trials forward than the decided date,”
Horikita Maki raised a hand which the gesture went unnoticed by the speaking woman. Frustrated, she stood up abruptly, drawing everyone’s attention. Reina stopped speaking.
“But ma’am, I still think that it wasn’t entirely fair to put all the blame in Kamenashi-san because there were still loopholes that could prove this man innocent.”
Reina swapped her disbelieving face into a fury one. “Horikita-san. Whose side are you on in this case?”
Horikita fell silent. Rationally of course she would have been siding the innocent party but now that she remembers the place she’s stepping her foot on, she should have been siding her client no matter the circumstances.
“Another siding opinion for the accused and you’re fired. I hope you remember your place and who you are working for, Horikita-san.”
Horikita nodded dolefully and took her seat again. The meeting continues with Reina urging to everyone that they find more and more evidence enough to rest their case in order to prove Kamenashi guilty.
"Angel Lawyer?" Reina scoffed. "You won't win my case a second time."
A/N : OMG HAS ANYONE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS? please don't lol reasons are because of fucken rl that keeps me occupied and not a breath exhaled. really. honest. omg i still have loads of comments to reply but comments are your appreciation and (late but) surely, i'll reply to your warm comments. honest.