[One-Shot] Lucky
so i kind of stole the idea of writing song-inspired fics from gachapin18, which i thought was ingenious. actually my first attempt was Let me be an answer, but i sort of just worked around the idea of the song instead of incorporating the lyrics. anyway, here is my second attempt. hm.. i wonder how this will turn out. also, i want to thank everyone who read and commented on Let me be an answer. hontouni arigatou gozaimashita!!! i love you all xo.
Title: Lucky
Pairing: Akame
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own akame. The song belongs to Jason Mraz (& Colbie Caillet).
Jin always left it to the very last minute to pack; that was why he never got any sleep the night before a flight. He was trying to stuff into the overflowing suitcase several pairs of socks when his phone shrieked. He looked at the caller ID and his heart suddenly weighed a ton.
"Moshi moshi?" He tried to sound as calm as he possibly could.
"Hai, it's me. Kazu." The voice from the other end sounded foreign and distant, as if he was calling from a different country.
Jin swallowed, hard, but still couldn't get rid of that lump in his throat that was preventing him from speaking. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Kame spoke.
"Ano... I just wanted to wish you a safe trip..." He trailed off as if there was something more. Jin waited. Nothing came.
"Arigatou." Jin said quietly, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Mm. Jia, I'll see you tomorrow at the airport." Then he hung up without waiting for a response.
Listening to the cruel monotone that seemed to be mocking him, Jin suddenly realized that he was gripping the phone so hard his hand was numb. Just like his heart.
It wasn't unbearable at all to say good-bye to everyone, followed by a hug and a few take-care's and don't-miss-me-too-much's. But he knew, from the very beginning, that someone was missing. The one person he had both longed and dreaded to see the most before he had to take off. He clearly remembered that on the phone Kame had said he would come. That was the one thing that kept him up all night; he knew what he wanted to say and he knew that he had to say it, before it was too late.
"Ne, where is Kame?" Jin nudged Koki, trying to sound nonchalant. But Koki knew.
"He's on his way. Don't worry."
"I-I'm not worried." Abashed, Jin quickly looked away, just in time to see a familiar figure walking through the glass doors. The figure approached the crowd surrounding Jin and, after having exchanged greetings, stood a distance away as everyone else began to leave the scene.
Their eyes met and fixed upon each other, unblinking. Jin swallowed, hard, and managed to push down that stubborn lump in his throat.
"Ano..." "Uh..."
They broke the silence simultaneously, but Jin, without thinking twice, continued in the fear that he would never get to verbalize what he had long prepared for.
"I'm sorry, for leaving," he said with a quiver in his voice, "I know you're upset with me for making this decision and I know I've been an asshole about it by not telling you earlier, but I just hope you could understand that if I didn't think this was important, I wouldn't have done it. So I--"
"I know." Kame said with an unexpected softness. Jin didn't anticipate this sort of reaction; he was thrown off-guard and promptly forgot the rest of his speech.
"You're right; I am upset." Kame went on. "But that's me being selfish, because I don't want you to leave. But I do understand how important it is to you. I know that it's been your dream to go to America to study English. I will never stop you from making that happen," he paused. "You know that." Underlied in that last sentence was a deep, unshaken trust that Jin had doubted before. But now he was sure, and he knew that he could leave without losing what he thought would be lost.
Jin nodded slightly and the rest was left unsaid; it was unnecessary as he had already found reassurance in Kame's perseverent eyes.
"Thank you, for believing in me."
Kame lightly shook his head with an understanding smile.
"Us. That's what I believe in."
The announcer began to call for boarding.
"You should probably get going."
Jin nodded, laying his hand on his suitcase, but still fixed in place.
"I'll be waiting." Kame said, sending off with a final look of assurance that he knew Jin needed in order to let go. Temporarily.
With that, Jin walked towards the boarding gate, his heart light as a feather.
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you, I promise you
I will
Two months had passed since Jin arrived in New York. The daily language lessons, biweekly dance lessons and the triweekly voice lessons kept him busy enough to not miss Kame too much. Until one afternoon he collapsed at the dance studio due to exhaustion. He was taken to the hospital but refused to stay for more than one night. On that one night, however, the loneliness that had been lurking around the corner finally hit him. Hard. He spent that night wide awake.
The next day, Jin was up and running again. He checked his email on the ride to his tutor and saw that a message had arrived from Kame.
"Dear Jin,
I hope you are doing well over there. For some reason I got really worried and anxious yesterday; I felt like something bad had happened to you. I wanted to call but I realized that time difference and you would have been sleeping. I laughed at myself for being so paranoid, but I wanted to send an email just in case. Etto... it's been kind of boring over here without you around. KAT-TUN is not the same, though not in a bad way I don't think. The recording and PV-making for the new single went well. I hope you will get a copy of it soon. Whenever I think of you, which is a lot, I get worried. I know you can take care of yourself, but I still can't help it, knowing that you're over there all by yourself. I guess I'm a little overprotective, huh? Anyway, don't overwork yourself, I know you are a perfectionist but it's ok to take a breather once in a while, ne? I have to go to the next photo shoot, so I must end here. I don't think I need to say this but I'll say it anyway: gambatte, ne?
-Kazu
p.s. I miss you."
Gazing at the computer screen, Jin tried to blink away the tears. Kame's message was like a gust that swept up a turmoil in Jin's heart, a heart that was deprived of a shot of encouragement that only Kame could give.
"Arigatou, Kazu." Jin whispered, and went on with the remainder of his journey, running on the adrenaline of a distant but faithful love.
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
A year fled like a thief in the blink of an eye. On a rainy day in March, Jin stepped off of the plane, hidden behind a pair of overly large shades and a simple cap. He hadn't told anyone the exact date of his return until three days prior to his departure when he booked his flight and made the one and only phone call to Johnny-san. For a reason incomprehensible to Jin himself, he struggled internally to determine when he should return to Japan. He was unsure if he was ready to resume all of his previous activities and, most of all, he was unsure if he knew how to pick up where he had left off with Kame. Even though they had kept in touch through emails and occasional phone calls, it was a cold fact that they hadn't seen each other for five months. Strolling out of the airport and gazing at the traffic rush on the remote highways, Jin felt like a foreigner in his own country, uneasiness creeping up his spine. He flagged a cab and headed straight home.
Panting after a rigorous session of rehearsal, Kame lifted up his eyes to catch a glimpse of a plane zooming by in the gloomy sky out the window. It's been a year, he thought, a faintly ironic smile curved his lips. On the exterior, he was still the same old Kame who was hardworking and responsible as the unofficial leader of the group. But what no one saw behind closed doors was the pangs of desperately holding on to a hope that was fading away that he was going through each and every day. On that rainy day, Kame wondered if he was pursuing something that wasn't even there anymore.
But his chain of thought was interrupted by the shrilly ringtone of his phone. He picked it up and felt as if his heart had been gripped as the caller ID showed a name that hadn't appeared for over a year. He came to his senses just in time to press the answer button.
"Moshi moshi?" He said, straining to breathe.
"Hi, Kazu. It's me. I'm back."
"Mm." Kame said simply, still recovering from the heartstopper. He felt his legs shaking as if he were standing onstage for the first time.
"Are you busy? Can we meet?" The question came timidly, delivered by a voice that could hardly be heard.
"Uh... I think I'll be done with the rehearsal in like, 20 minutes."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the old place. Jia ne."
I'll be waiting. Kame was reminded of his own promise to Jin a year ago. Yes, he had been waiting, but for what? He wasn't entirely confident he still knew the answer.
Seated at the cafe that was their usual spot, Jin was fidgety, his restless eyes shifting to the entrance every now and then. The rain was pouring now, blurring the view outside the glass that had fogged up, as if closing the people inside into a separate world. At last, the bell hung on the door rang cheerfully; Jin looked toward it, his heart throbbing anxiously.
"Hey, Jin," Kame greeted with a shy smile and sat down across from Jin.
A thousand thoughts flashed through each of their minds and a million more words waiting to be shared, but neither of them even slightly parted their lips. It was as if time had stopped and space had frozen in place, and they saw, heard and felt no one except the one in front of them. They gazed at each other with fixed, unmoving eyes and were convinced that a look said more than hours of conversation. They both knew that nothing had changed, that the us that they believed in wasn't gone; it was just dormant, and now waking up again in the presence of the other half.
Jin beamed, his eyes glittering with relief as he found in Kame's eyes the unmistakable tenderness grounded in the bond that they shared, while Kame felt an ocean of warmth from Jin's laughing eyes that spoke of uncompromising fidelity, his loving smile saying too much.
"Okaeri, Akanishi Jin," said Kame in a faint whisper.
"Tadaima, Kamenashi Kazuya," Jin replied, gently lifting the trembling hand off the table and planting on it an affirming kiss.
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
--FINIS--
wow that was a lot longer than i had planned. once again please read and comments will make my day, anyday.
Title: Lucky
Pairing: Akame
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own akame. The song belongs to Jason Mraz (& Colbie Caillet).
Jin always left it to the very last minute to pack; that was why he never got any sleep the night before a flight. He was trying to stuff into the overflowing suitcase several pairs of socks when his phone shrieked. He looked at the caller ID and his heart suddenly weighed a ton.
"Moshi moshi?" He tried to sound as calm as he possibly could.
"Hai, it's me. Kazu." The voice from the other end sounded foreign and distant, as if he was calling from a different country.
Jin swallowed, hard, but still couldn't get rid of that lump in his throat that was preventing him from speaking. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Kame spoke.
"Ano... I just wanted to wish you a safe trip..." He trailed off as if there was something more. Jin waited. Nothing came.
"Arigatou." Jin said quietly, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Mm. Jia, I'll see you tomorrow at the airport." Then he hung up without waiting for a response.
Listening to the cruel monotone that seemed to be mocking him, Jin suddenly realized that he was gripping the phone so hard his hand was numb. Just like his heart.
It wasn't unbearable at all to say good-bye to everyone, followed by a hug and a few take-care's and don't-miss-me-too-much's. But he knew, from the very beginning, that someone was missing. The one person he had both longed and dreaded to see the most before he had to take off. He clearly remembered that on the phone Kame had said he would come. That was the one thing that kept him up all night; he knew what he wanted to say and he knew that he had to say it, before it was too late.
"Ne, where is Kame?" Jin nudged Koki, trying to sound nonchalant. But Koki knew.
"He's on his way. Don't worry."
"I-I'm not worried." Abashed, Jin quickly looked away, just in time to see a familiar figure walking through the glass doors. The figure approached the crowd surrounding Jin and, after having exchanged greetings, stood a distance away as everyone else began to leave the scene.
Their eyes met and fixed upon each other, unblinking. Jin swallowed, hard, and managed to push down that stubborn lump in his throat.
"Ano..." "Uh..."
They broke the silence simultaneously, but Jin, without thinking twice, continued in the fear that he would never get to verbalize what he had long prepared for.
"I'm sorry, for leaving," he said with a quiver in his voice, "I know you're upset with me for making this decision and I know I've been an asshole about it by not telling you earlier, but I just hope you could understand that if I didn't think this was important, I wouldn't have done it. So I--"
"I know." Kame said with an unexpected softness. Jin didn't anticipate this sort of reaction; he was thrown off-guard and promptly forgot the rest of his speech.
"You're right; I am upset." Kame went on. "But that's me being selfish, because I don't want you to leave. But I do understand how important it is to you. I know that it's been your dream to go to America to study English. I will never stop you from making that happen," he paused. "You know that." Underlied in that last sentence was a deep, unshaken trust that Jin had doubted before. But now he was sure, and he knew that he could leave without losing what he thought would be lost.
Jin nodded slightly and the rest was left unsaid; it was unnecessary as he had already found reassurance in Kame's perseverent eyes.
"Thank you, for believing in me."
Kame lightly shook his head with an understanding smile.
"Us. That's what I believe in."
The announcer began to call for boarding.
"You should probably get going."
Jin nodded, laying his hand on his suitcase, but still fixed in place.
"I'll be waiting." Kame said, sending off with a final look of assurance that he knew Jin needed in order to let go. Temporarily.
With that, Jin walked towards the boarding gate, his heart light as a feather.
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you, I promise you
I will
Two months had passed since Jin arrived in New York. The daily language lessons, biweekly dance lessons and the triweekly voice lessons kept him busy enough to not miss Kame too much. Until one afternoon he collapsed at the dance studio due to exhaustion. He was taken to the hospital but refused to stay for more than one night. On that one night, however, the loneliness that had been lurking around the corner finally hit him. Hard. He spent that night wide awake.
The next day, Jin was up and running again. He checked his email on the ride to his tutor and saw that a message had arrived from Kame.
"Dear Jin,
I hope you are doing well over there. For some reason I got really worried and anxious yesterday; I felt like something bad had happened to you. I wanted to call but I realized that time difference and you would have been sleeping. I laughed at myself for being so paranoid, but I wanted to send an email just in case. Etto... it's been kind of boring over here without you around. KAT-TUN is not the same, though not in a bad way I don't think. The recording and PV-making for the new single went well. I hope you will get a copy of it soon. Whenever I think of you, which is a lot, I get worried. I know you can take care of yourself, but I still can't help it, knowing that you're over there all by yourself. I guess I'm a little overprotective, huh? Anyway, don't overwork yourself, I know you are a perfectionist but it's ok to take a breather once in a while, ne? I have to go to the next photo shoot, so I must end here. I don't think I need to say this but I'll say it anyway: gambatte, ne?
-Kazu
p.s. I miss you."
Gazing at the computer screen, Jin tried to blink away the tears. Kame's message was like a gust that swept up a turmoil in Jin's heart, a heart that was deprived of a shot of encouragement that only Kame could give.
"Arigatou, Kazu." Jin whispered, and went on with the remainder of his journey, running on the adrenaline of a distant but faithful love.
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
A year fled like a thief in the blink of an eye. On a rainy day in March, Jin stepped off of the plane, hidden behind a pair of overly large shades and a simple cap. He hadn't told anyone the exact date of his return until three days prior to his departure when he booked his flight and made the one and only phone call to Johnny-san. For a reason incomprehensible to Jin himself, he struggled internally to determine when he should return to Japan. He was unsure if he was ready to resume all of his previous activities and, most of all, he was unsure if he knew how to pick up where he had left off with Kame. Even though they had kept in touch through emails and occasional phone calls, it was a cold fact that they hadn't seen each other for five months. Strolling out of the airport and gazing at the traffic rush on the remote highways, Jin felt like a foreigner in his own country, uneasiness creeping up his spine. He flagged a cab and headed straight home.
Panting after a rigorous session of rehearsal, Kame lifted up his eyes to catch a glimpse of a plane zooming by in the gloomy sky out the window. It's been a year, he thought, a faintly ironic smile curved his lips. On the exterior, he was still the same old Kame who was hardworking and responsible as the unofficial leader of the group. But what no one saw behind closed doors was the pangs of desperately holding on to a hope that was fading away that he was going through each and every day. On that rainy day, Kame wondered if he was pursuing something that wasn't even there anymore.
But his chain of thought was interrupted by the shrilly ringtone of his phone. He picked it up and felt as if his heart had been gripped as the caller ID showed a name that hadn't appeared for over a year. He came to his senses just in time to press the answer button.
"Moshi moshi?" He said, straining to breathe.
"Hi, Kazu. It's me. I'm back."
"Mm." Kame said simply, still recovering from the heartstopper. He felt his legs shaking as if he were standing onstage for the first time.
"Are you busy? Can we meet?" The question came timidly, delivered by a voice that could hardly be heard.
"Uh... I think I'll be done with the rehearsal in like, 20 minutes."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the old place. Jia ne."
I'll be waiting. Kame was reminded of his own promise to Jin a year ago. Yes, he had been waiting, but for what? He wasn't entirely confident he still knew the answer.
Seated at the cafe that was their usual spot, Jin was fidgety, his restless eyes shifting to the entrance every now and then. The rain was pouring now, blurring the view outside the glass that had fogged up, as if closing the people inside into a separate world. At last, the bell hung on the door rang cheerfully; Jin looked toward it, his heart throbbing anxiously.
"Hey, Jin," Kame greeted with a shy smile and sat down across from Jin.
A thousand thoughts flashed through each of their minds and a million more words waiting to be shared, but neither of them even slightly parted their lips. It was as if time had stopped and space had frozen in place, and they saw, heard and felt no one except the one in front of them. They gazed at each other with fixed, unmoving eyes and were convinced that a look said more than hours of conversation. They both knew that nothing had changed, that the us that they believed in wasn't gone; it was just dormant, and now waking up again in the presence of the other half.
Jin beamed, his eyes glittering with relief as he found in Kame's eyes the unmistakable tenderness grounded in the bond that they shared, while Kame felt an ocean of warmth from Jin's laughing eyes that spoke of uncompromising fidelity, his loving smile saying too much.
"Okaeri, Akanishi Jin," said Kame in a faint whisper.
"Tadaima, Kamenashi Kazuya," Jin replied, gently lifting the trembling hand off the table and planting on it an affirming kiss.
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
--FINIS--
wow that was a lot longer than i had planned. once again please read and comments will make my day, anyday.