fic and some other things
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Some subbed Shuji to Akira clips. I have such a huge soft spot for Pikame. ♥ Especially when Yamapi is so touchy-feely as he so casually fixes up Kame's collar and then pats him on the back.
Jin's jealous blankface when Shuji to Akira begin to perform. Everyone's laughing, except for Jin. :(
There's apparently an Akame ficlet wave that I somehow agreed to, despite being absent and all that. I'm supposed to write a few lines of fic with every post I do (laughing, this is bad, so very bad, I post too much for my own good :/), so. Ficlet number one.
Disclaimer: I don't own, so don't sue.
A/N: For samenashi, who burned me a DVD full of precious JE treasures while I was in my sad dial-up state-this deviated a bit from your prompt *cough*-and to maya-morning who did a quick look-through (while demanding more fic).
Balance
The three of them didn't really hang out often-mostly, Kame admitted, because of his fight with Yamapi in the beginning, but then somewhere in the middle, it had been his fight with Jin. Now, there really wasn't any good reason why all three of them couldn't meet up often, but they don't-only sometimes, when Kame couldn't avoid it. At first, Kame was wary because he didn't want to break the precarious balance they'd somehow managed to establish despite themselves, but then later on, he realised what he should have been more wary of was Yamapi and Jin egging each other on, dragging Kame into more awkward, uncomfortable situations than he'd ever thought possible.
He never thought two nearly grown men could still fight over the last spring roll with chopsticks and flailing slaps. Kame remembered awkwardly covering his face with the menu when the stares toward their table kept growing, wondering if he could still pretend he didn't know them at all.
He really hoped it wouldn't happen again, because he was in the exact same restaurant right now, waiting for Yamapi and Jin to order. Kame kept trying to order for himself, but recently Jin had taken it upon himself to order for Kame and then watch him eat the meal. Sometimes, Jin would get this thoughtful look, and Kame would awkwardly chew his food, hoping that Jin wouldn't try to feed him.
Kame sat, sipping his water while Yamapi looked intently into his menu. Jin, on the other side, was doing the same, except every so often he would look back at Kame and squint in concentration. Kame didn't really think ordering food deserved this type of focus, but he knew that voicing this out loud would just get him startled, shocked gasps and a rant about the deliciousness of food and how one must take care to savour it... Kame had heard this all before. He really didn't want to sit silently for another bout, and then be accused of not listening.
“Kame's hot, ne,” Jin said from behind his menu. Kame, startled, did a double-take and stared at Jin. He shifted awkwardly and glanced sideways at Yamapi, who had stilled behind his own menu.
Kame opened his mouth to say something-to say anything-but Jin continued on obliviously. “I think I like his Gokusen 2 hair better, but he's still hot now too.”
Jin hummed. “I like it best when he's half-naked in his new drama. Right, Pi?”
Kame stared in disbelief. He could feel Yamapi awkwardly trying to think of something to say, but in the end, the silence became heavy and stilted, allowing Jin to continue. “Pi! Are you listening?” Jin asked irritably, looking up from his menu.
“I am, Bakanishi,” Yamapi snapped back, and started to glare at Jin.
“Then say something! Say Kame's hot!” Jin said loudly, banging the table with his menu in a huff, while Kame stared in horror.
“Bakanishi!” Yamapi said just as loud, but he used his fist to bang on the table instead of the menu, which he gently and lovingly put down. “Stop ordering people to say things like that!”
“I DON'T HAVE TO ORDER PEOPLE BECAUSE IT'S TRUE. KAME'S HOT! SAY IT!” Jin yelled.
“NO, I WON'T. I'LL SAY SHUJI-KUN'S HOT WHEN I WANT TO, NOT BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO. BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI!” Yamapi yelled back.
“SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!”
“BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI!”
Kame continued to stare in horror, one hand covering his face in disbelief. Shrinking into his chair, he wearily wondered how he could escape, and if he could somehow manage to “forget” their next meet-up.
Some subbed Shuji to Akira clips. I have such a huge soft spot for Pikame. ♥ Especially when Yamapi is so touchy-feely as he so casually fixes up Kame's collar and then pats him on the back.
Jin's jealous blankface when Shuji to Akira begin to perform. Everyone's laughing, except for Jin. :(
There's apparently an Akame ficlet wave that I somehow agreed to, despite being absent and all that. I'm supposed to write a few lines of fic with every post I do (laughing, this is bad, so very bad, I post too much for my own good :/), so. Ficlet number one.
Disclaimer: I don't own, so don't sue.
A/N: For samenashi, who burned me a DVD full of precious JE treasures while I was in my sad dial-up state-this deviated a bit from your prompt *cough*-and to maya-morning who did a quick look-through (while demanding more fic).
Balance
The three of them didn't really hang out often-mostly, Kame admitted, because of his fight with Yamapi in the beginning, but then somewhere in the middle, it had been his fight with Jin. Now, there really wasn't any good reason why all three of them couldn't meet up often, but they don't-only sometimes, when Kame couldn't avoid it. At first, Kame was wary because he didn't want to break the precarious balance they'd somehow managed to establish despite themselves, but then later on, he realised what he should have been more wary of was Yamapi and Jin egging each other on, dragging Kame into more awkward, uncomfortable situations than he'd ever thought possible.
He never thought two nearly grown men could still fight over the last spring roll with chopsticks and flailing slaps. Kame remembered awkwardly covering his face with the menu when the stares toward their table kept growing, wondering if he could still pretend he didn't know them at all.
He really hoped it wouldn't happen again, because he was in the exact same restaurant right now, waiting for Yamapi and Jin to order. Kame kept trying to order for himself, but recently Jin had taken it upon himself to order for Kame and then watch him eat the meal. Sometimes, Jin would get this thoughtful look, and Kame would awkwardly chew his food, hoping that Jin wouldn't try to feed him.
Kame sat, sipping his water while Yamapi looked intently into his menu. Jin, on the other side, was doing the same, except every so often he would look back at Kame and squint in concentration. Kame didn't really think ordering food deserved this type of focus, but he knew that voicing this out loud would just get him startled, shocked gasps and a rant about the deliciousness of food and how one must take care to savour it... Kame had heard this all before. He really didn't want to sit silently for another bout, and then be accused of not listening.
“Kame's hot, ne,” Jin said from behind his menu. Kame, startled, did a double-take and stared at Jin. He shifted awkwardly and glanced sideways at Yamapi, who had stilled behind his own menu.
Kame opened his mouth to say something-to say anything-but Jin continued on obliviously. “I think I like his Gokusen 2 hair better, but he's still hot now too.”
Jin hummed. “I like it best when he's half-naked in his new drama. Right, Pi?”
Kame stared in disbelief. He could feel Yamapi awkwardly trying to think of something to say, but in the end, the silence became heavy and stilted, allowing Jin to continue. “Pi! Are you listening?” Jin asked irritably, looking up from his menu.
“I am, Bakanishi,” Yamapi snapped back, and started to glare at Jin.
“Then say something! Say Kame's hot!” Jin said loudly, banging the table with his menu in a huff, while Kame stared in horror.
“Bakanishi!” Yamapi said just as loud, but he used his fist to bang on the table instead of the menu, which he gently and lovingly put down. “Stop ordering people to say things like that!”
“I DON'T HAVE TO ORDER PEOPLE BECAUSE IT'S TRUE. KAME'S HOT! SAY IT!” Jin yelled.
“NO, I WON'T. I'LL SAY SHUJI-KUN'S HOT WHEN I WANT TO, NOT BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO. BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI!” Yamapi yelled back.
“SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!”
“BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI! BAKANISHI!”
Kame continued to stare in horror, one hand covering his face in disbelief. Shrinking into his chair, he wearily wondered how he could escape, and if he could somehow manage to “forget” their next meet-up.