D(ream)-Motion Part 2
Title: D(ream)-Motion
Genre: Garbage
Pairing: Kame-thur x Eames-nishi
Beta: bellemainec who is the somancin to my PASIV. (But I added stuff so all remaining errors are all mine)
Summary: The one where I try to make Jin a disgusting, incorrigible flirt with an annoying American accent and Kame still as the fanon deadpan BAMF only in suits; the one where I may have miscast Junno and Koki (dammit, Koki should have been the Chemist, cause he'd totally rock as part-time bartender); the one where Ueda has twin boys - Arthur and Eames, because I'm fucking predictable and unimaginative like that; the one where Nakamaru is awesome and sparkly because he really is - FACT. In short - I really did write a part two of that Inception!KT drabble. What.
Notes: For singlehappiness 's birthday. ilu jen. ♥ :| I also kinda hate this except for the fact that I manage to ninja "we get along swimmingly" in here so I'm pretty \:D/
It’s almost one in the afternoon when Jin steps inside the warehouse. Despite the roughed up, weathered look of the interior of water-stained walls, worn-out lawn chairs and broken windows, the place is surprisingly dust-free and homey, reminiscent of his great-grandmother’s quaint home in a little town in Schio.
There’s a tucked smile on his lips when he drops his bag by the door.
“Hey man!” Koki hollers, instantly standing from his crouched position on the floor, surrounded by faded blueprints of Tokyo’s sewerage system and what seems to be an impressive scale model of pre-Fat Man Nagasaki, and jumps over the mess as he rushes over to Jin.
“Dude!” Jin says as they do some half-hug and a secret handshake that involves fist bumping, winking, and a gesture that looks like they’re drinking tea with their pinkies raised.
“Dude!” Koki replies, grinning.
“Dude!” Jin repeats, this time laden with exasperation.
Koki nods, “yeah, Dude.” He says, his arms wide open, chin up, looking like a cross between a mafia boss and a Latino gangster.
“You asshole!” Jin barks loudly and punches Koki on the arm -
“Ah, eloquence.” Kame quips as he passes by them, his reading glasses on and an open moleskin notebook with dog-eared pages in his hands.
Jin blinks and stares after the younger as the other crosses the room and starts writing on the whiteboard in the middle of the room.
Koki makes a noise that resembling that of a long-suffering sigh and muffled giggle. Jin ignores him.
Kame occasionally glances down at his notes as he fills half of the board with his neat script. His hair is gelled and slicked back, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, plain black tie loosened.
Kame stands there in the middle of the room, just below of the noisy, archaic ceiling fan, with the soft streaks of light from the skylight window dancing on the hollow of his throat, magnifying that particular patch of skin just above his collar. Kame stands there in the middle of the room with his left hip cocked to the side with so much ease and comfort Jin trembles.
“Kazuya, darling. The most beautiful washed-up wallflower to ever grace my life,” Jin says, faking a deep, hoarse voice, probably aiming for suave and sexy and not like someone dying with pneumonia.
He stands behind Kame. He’s not touching him but close enough.
“Mr. Akanishi.” That is all Kame says as he continues writing on board.
“Your behind looks amazing, love. Have you gained some weight? I must say, I approve this particular turn of event.” Jin is about to grope him when Kame lifts his suit jacket to reveal a leather holster.
“It’s a beautiful day, Mr. Akanishi.” He pauses, and Jin inhales, “Don’t make me a murderer on this beautiful Tuesday afternoon.” he finishes cordially, Jin can even hear his sickeningly sweet smile, without looking back at the older.
“What a shiny magnum you have there, darling. Oh pet, I love it when you say the word beautiful and Akanishi in the same sentence. The makings of the wettest dream I’ll ever have. Pun intended, of course,” Jin says, purring almost, but he steps back anyway.
Kame finally faces him, his feature stolid, mar by utter boredom. Jin stares back, his impish grin challenging Kame’s raised unimpressed brows.
Kame sighs tiredly, eventually, and Jin’s happy smile falls into a soft, insightful one.
“Are you two gonna start making out? Because if you do, I’ll just step out. No need to worry about me feeling awkward. None at all.”Koki’s pained shout echoes from the other end of the room.
***
After a short discussion about covalent bonds, Junno has decided that Jin is his new best friend.
He announces to the room, “I like this guy!” as Jin just finishes telling a fable about a pig chemist courting a theoretical physicist. Koki sits next to them on a particular salvaged poker table, and seems to be wiping his tears away, while mumbling and hiccuping, “Such a sweet pig.”
Jin smiles smugly to the room.
“That’s nice.” Ueda replies distractedly as he reads the notes on the whiteboard. Kame grunts gracelessly from his corner of endless dossiers.
“I know some beaker jokes.” Jin whispers, resembling someone selling narcotics. Junno’s eyes widen, his breathing deepens like he’s on the brink of the orgasm of his life.
***
By four, Kame has finally gathered enough will power to start briefing Jin on the job. They’re in front of two whiteboards and Kame hands Jin a file folder as he sits, crossed legged on the table near them.
“He has a large nose,” Jin comments, eyes narrowing on the picture on his file.
“Fact.” Ueda agrees from where he is standing by the wall listening to them.
Jin nods, seriously.
Kame coughs and ignores them, “He’s a graduate of Waseda and took his Masters in Cambridge and did some extended research on environmental law. He backed out on a Fullbright scholarship in 2007, had brief stint in the Kaigai Kyoryoku Tai from 2008 to autumn of 2009. He has two uncles, one from each side of his family, currently active in the liberal party and his maternal grandfather had a seat in the Diet. He is said to be in close contact with Ban Ki-Moon’s youngest daughter. He has the making of becoming one of the most important and influential figure in Japan and the Arabs and Texans wants to make sure he poses no threat to the their family business, with the current unstable oil market and all, and wishes to ensure that things remain that way.”
“So Inception.” Jin says, thoughtfully and glances up towards Kame.
“Yes, Inception.” Kame repeats and meets his eye.
“Urgh. Why does it sound dirty when you two say it? “ Ueda grimaces, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fact.” Koki shouts from his mess on the floor.
***
Junno is propped on top of the table, eating a mango crepe while Koki is busy at his side, alternately flipping through his CD collection and browsing through his iTunes, busy deciding their kick music remix for this job.
“What’s their deal?” Junno asks he finishes his crepe and reaches for a beaker half-filled with coke.
“Who?” Koki asks and Junno gestures towards Jin and Kame in the middle of the room, where they seem to be in engaged in a deep discussion about the mark’s best friend and the possible flaws of forging a pop star, but not without an occasional expletive and gun-pointing of Kame and Jin’s loud laughter.
Koki cocks his head to the side and turns his chair to face the discussed two as well.
“They go way back.”
“In the military?”
Koki grins, “Way, way back.” He clicks his tongue, “High school.”
Junno chokes on his coke. “High school?” He stares back to the two. “Wow.”
“They’re classmates, and got along swimmingly at that time, you know, homies. And from what I’ve heard they used to be street thugs. Beating up kids from other schools, you know... the works.” Koki leans back and balances his chair on its two back legs.
“I can’t imagine Kame that… wild.” Junno rests his chin on base of his palm.
Koki shrugs and, with a non-committal grunt, says, “And then I heard some new feisty teacher brought new meaning into their life or something.” He gestures vaguely.
“Just taught them that they still have hopes despite their colorful juvie records, blah blah blah. You know, the cliché.”
Junno laughs, giggles almost, “What was the teacher like? Don’t tell me, a yakuza heir?”
Koki laughs too, crossing his arms over his chest, “No, no, no, Señor. It was some French chick. Turns out, that teacher was also participating in the underground development of the dream sharing technology at that time so those two eventually got involved with it.”
Junno nods. “So what’s their deal?” He repeats.
Koki glares at him, “I just told you.”
Junno looks at him, “No, you just told me their history. You didn’t tell me what’s up with their bickering and flirting.”
Koki sighs as he stands up. He claps Junno on the shoulder, “Imagine, dude: Unresolved. Sexual. Tension. Since you were 15. Imagine.” With that he walks off, possibly to the bathroom, whistling.
..................tbc idk can i just tag someone to finish this? i hate the fact that i'm writing this. :| i feel like im wasting such a brilliant plot, seriously :/
Genre: Garbage
Pairing: Kame-thur x Eames-nishi
Beta: bellemainec who is the somancin to my PASIV. (But I added stuff so all remaining errors are all mine)
Summary: The one where I try to make Jin a disgusting, incorrigible flirt with an annoying American accent and Kame still as the fanon deadpan BAMF only in suits; the one where I may have miscast Junno and Koki (dammit, Koki should have been the Chemist, cause he'd totally rock as part-time bartender); the one where Ueda has twin boys - Arthur and Eames, because I'm fucking predictable and unimaginative like that; the one where Nakamaru is awesome and sparkly because he really is - FACT. In short - I really did write a part two of that Inception!KT drabble. What.
Notes: For singlehappiness 's birthday. ilu jen. ♥ :| I also kinda hate this except for the fact that I manage to ninja "we get along swimmingly" in here so I'm pretty \:D/
It’s almost one in the afternoon when Jin steps inside the warehouse. Despite the roughed up, weathered look of the interior of water-stained walls, worn-out lawn chairs and broken windows, the place is surprisingly dust-free and homey, reminiscent of his great-grandmother’s quaint home in a little town in Schio.
There’s a tucked smile on his lips when he drops his bag by the door.
“Hey man!” Koki hollers, instantly standing from his crouched position on the floor, surrounded by faded blueprints of Tokyo’s sewerage system and what seems to be an impressive scale model of pre-Fat Man Nagasaki, and jumps over the mess as he rushes over to Jin.
“Dude!” Jin says as they do some half-hug and a secret handshake that involves fist bumping, winking, and a gesture that looks like they’re drinking tea with their pinkies raised.
“Dude!” Koki replies, grinning.
“Dude!” Jin repeats, this time laden with exasperation.
Koki nods, “yeah, Dude.” He says, his arms wide open, chin up, looking like a cross between a mafia boss and a Latino gangster.
“You asshole!” Jin barks loudly and punches Koki on the arm -
“Ah, eloquence.” Kame quips as he passes by them, his reading glasses on and an open moleskin notebook with dog-eared pages in his hands.
Jin blinks and stares after the younger as the other crosses the room and starts writing on the whiteboard in the middle of the room.
Koki makes a noise that resembling that of a long-suffering sigh and muffled giggle. Jin ignores him.
Kame occasionally glances down at his notes as he fills half of the board with his neat script. His hair is gelled and slicked back, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, plain black tie loosened.
Kame stands there in the middle of the room, just below of the noisy, archaic ceiling fan, with the soft streaks of light from the skylight window dancing on the hollow of his throat, magnifying that particular patch of skin just above his collar. Kame stands there in the middle of the room with his left hip cocked to the side with so much ease and comfort Jin trembles.
“Kazuya, darling. The most beautiful washed-up wallflower to ever grace my life,” Jin says, faking a deep, hoarse voice, probably aiming for suave and sexy and not like someone dying with pneumonia.
He stands behind Kame. He’s not touching him but close enough.
“Mr. Akanishi.” That is all Kame says as he continues writing on board.
“Your behind looks amazing, love. Have you gained some weight? I must say, I approve this particular turn of event.” Jin is about to grope him when Kame lifts his suit jacket to reveal a leather holster.
“It’s a beautiful day, Mr. Akanishi.” He pauses, and Jin inhales, “Don’t make me a murderer on this beautiful Tuesday afternoon.” he finishes cordially, Jin can even hear his sickeningly sweet smile, without looking back at the older.
“What a shiny magnum you have there, darling. Oh pet, I love it when you say the word beautiful and Akanishi in the same sentence. The makings of the wettest dream I’ll ever have. Pun intended, of course,” Jin says, purring almost, but he steps back anyway.
Kame finally faces him, his feature stolid, mar by utter boredom. Jin stares back, his impish grin challenging Kame’s raised unimpressed brows.
Kame sighs tiredly, eventually, and Jin’s happy smile falls into a soft, insightful one.
“Are you two gonna start making out? Because if you do, I’ll just step out. No need to worry about me feeling awkward. None at all.”Koki’s pained shout echoes from the other end of the room.
***
After a short discussion about covalent bonds, Junno has decided that Jin is his new best friend.
He announces to the room, “I like this guy!” as Jin just finishes telling a fable about a pig chemist courting a theoretical physicist. Koki sits next to them on a particular salvaged poker table, and seems to be wiping his tears away, while mumbling and hiccuping, “Such a sweet pig.”
Jin smiles smugly to the room.
“That’s nice.” Ueda replies distractedly as he reads the notes on the whiteboard. Kame grunts gracelessly from his corner of endless dossiers.
“I know some beaker jokes.” Jin whispers, resembling someone selling narcotics. Junno’s eyes widen, his breathing deepens like he’s on the brink of the orgasm of his life.
***
By four, Kame has finally gathered enough will power to start briefing Jin on the job. They’re in front of two whiteboards and Kame hands Jin a file folder as he sits, crossed legged on the table near them.
“He has a large nose,” Jin comments, eyes narrowing on the picture on his file.
“Fact.” Ueda agrees from where he is standing by the wall listening to them.
Jin nods, seriously.
Kame coughs and ignores them, “He’s a graduate of Waseda and took his Masters in Cambridge and did some extended research on environmental law. He backed out on a Fullbright scholarship in 2007, had brief stint in the Kaigai Kyoryoku Tai from 2008 to autumn of 2009. He has two uncles, one from each side of his family, currently active in the liberal party and his maternal grandfather had a seat in the Diet. He is said to be in close contact with Ban Ki-Moon’s youngest daughter. He has the making of becoming one of the most important and influential figure in Japan and the Arabs and Texans wants to make sure he poses no threat to the their family business, with the current unstable oil market and all, and wishes to ensure that things remain that way.”
“So Inception.” Jin says, thoughtfully and glances up towards Kame.
“Yes, Inception.” Kame repeats and meets his eye.
“Urgh. Why does it sound dirty when you two say it? “ Ueda grimaces, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fact.” Koki shouts from his mess on the floor.
***
Junno is propped on top of the table, eating a mango crepe while Koki is busy at his side, alternately flipping through his CD collection and browsing through his iTunes, busy deciding their kick music remix for this job.
“What’s their deal?” Junno asks he finishes his crepe and reaches for a beaker half-filled with coke.
“Who?” Koki asks and Junno gestures towards Jin and Kame in the middle of the room, where they seem to be in engaged in a deep discussion about the mark’s best friend and the possible flaws of forging a pop star, but not without an occasional expletive and gun-pointing of Kame and Jin’s loud laughter.
Koki cocks his head to the side and turns his chair to face the discussed two as well.
“They go way back.”
“In the military?”
Koki grins, “Way, way back.” He clicks his tongue, “High school.”
Junno chokes on his coke. “High school?” He stares back to the two. “Wow.”
“They’re classmates, and got along swimmingly at that time, you know, homies. And from what I’ve heard they used to be street thugs. Beating up kids from other schools, you know... the works.” Koki leans back and balances his chair on its two back legs.
“I can’t imagine Kame that… wild.” Junno rests his chin on base of his palm.
Koki shrugs and, with a non-committal grunt, says, “And then I heard some new feisty teacher brought new meaning into their life or something.” He gestures vaguely.
“Just taught them that they still have hopes despite their colorful juvie records, blah blah blah. You know, the cliché.”
Junno laughs, giggles almost, “What was the teacher like? Don’t tell me, a yakuza heir?”
Koki laughs too, crossing his arms over his chest, “No, no, no, Señor. It was some French chick. Turns out, that teacher was also participating in the underground development of the dream sharing technology at that time so those two eventually got involved with it.”
Junno nods. “So what’s their deal?” He repeats.
Koki glares at him, “I just told you.”
Junno looks at him, “No, you just told me their history. You didn’t tell me what’s up with their bickering and flirting.”
Koki sighs as he stands up. He claps Junno on the shoulder, “Imagine, dude: Unresolved. Sexual. Tension. Since you were 15. Imagine.” With that he walks off, possibly to the bathroom, whistling.
..................tbc idk can i just tag someone to finish this? i hate the fact that i'm writing this. :| i feel like im wasting such a brilliant plot, seriously :/