FIC FOR BELTENEBRA
For: beltenebra
From: buzzbird
Title: OTHERS
Pairings/Characters: Kame-centric KAT-TUN gen with a side of Junno/Ueda and Kinki Kids
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Teeny tiny character death. Really tiny.
Notes: 2.640 words. Dear beltenebra, I tried to include as much of your wishes into this fic as I could. This is my first time writing an AU like this, and I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it! :3
Summary: Kame works at OTHERS, a special cases detective agency where the detectives are even more special. Except for Kame, who brings them coffee.
It’s not like Kame hasn’t been working part-time for Domoto Koichi’s agency since he was fifteen, and full-time ever since he finished university. Yet somehow at twenty-six, he still finds himself making photocopies and getting coffee for his co-workers who all joined the company at a much later time.
“Kame,” Koichi says after calling Kame into his office for their monthly little chat, “have you been trying at all?”
Kame grinds his teeth. Koichi knows full well Kame is trying to develop his talents almost constantly; he’s probably the most hardworking employee at OTHERS. And still, every month when the full moon wanes, Kame is called into Koichi’s office to discuss Kame’s position at the agency. And his future.
“Look, you have the potential, you just need to find a way to unlock it somehow,” Koichi tells him sternly.
Kame opens his mouth to tell Koichi he’s had enough and he’s quitting, when there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Koichi says.
It’s Nakamaru. He’s completely dressed in black, protective gear on, newspaper in hand. Kame knows that can mean only one thing.
“It’s time,” Nakamaru says, giving Kame a sympathetic look, “we found the nest.”
They finally found the demons that have been terrorizing the harbor.
--
When Kame was fourteen years old, the girl living next door to him had been found dead, her mutilated body drifting along the Sumidagawa.
The police had come knocking at their door. The girl had only been one year younger than Kame, so perhaps they had been dating secretly? Kame had told them no, and the two skeptical detectives had left.
A few days after that, the police had sent OTHERS to investigate whether Kame was telling the truth.
Domoto Tsuyoshi had taken one look at Kame and scoffed, muttering obscenities about the police force under his breath. “Even without my powers it’s obvious this one doesn’t even look at girls,” he’d growled at Koichi, “they’re wasting our time!” He’d barged out, slamming the door.
Kame had wanted to protest Tsuyoshi’s observation, had wanted to tell him that she’d kissed him, but then Koichi had quickly leaned in to smell his hair, and Kame had never been more terrified or more captivated by anyone in his life. He hadn’t even been able to move.
“You smell,” Koichi had started, moving away from Kame again after a few beats, “other.”
--
Unfortunately, despite Koichi’s promises that Kame’s special talents would reveal themselves before his twentieth birthday, at twenty-six Kame is still no different from any other person walking the streets of Tokyo. When Kame joined OTHERS, there had been other people his age who also didn’t know how exactly their talents would manifest themselves.
Out of their group of junior demon hunters, Junno had found his talent first. Because as loud as Junno can be, he can also be silent. Silent as death, Tsuyoshi had once remarked ominously, before walking away giggling.
Now, death is literally what Junno brings to the unsuspecting demons lurking in the shadows. Junno does not lurk in the shadows, Junno is the shadows. Or at least that’s how Junno explained it to the rest of them in puns so lame they had to stop Koki from punching him.
“If you don’t shut up soon, I will make that ‘silent as death’ literal,” Koki had threatened one day, when they were doing paperwork together.
Junno had smiled, but the smile hadn’t reached his eyes. “Really? And how are you gonna do that?”
Which subsequently triggered something in Koki that had left their shared office a mess of splintered wood and shredded paper. The next full moon Koichi suddenly had company in his cabin in the mountains. They’ve since spent every full moon together, much to Tsuyoshi’s amusement.
Tsuyoshi’s improved mood around every full moon had confused Kame, who was pretty sure Tsuyoshi and Koichi were together.
One day Koichi had seen him looking and had grinned at him, before explaining.
“Koki tends to change back in his sleep, so sometimes when Tsuyoshi comes to get us he can still take a few embarrassing nude pictures before Koki wakes up.” He’d shrugged. “It makes him happy to be able to blackmail Koki.”
“They’re not for blackmailing,” Tsuyoshi had muttered. (This inspired an agency-wide betting pool on what other purpose the pictures might serve. Kame thinks Nakamaru is still traumatized.)
“Besides,” Koichi had said and winked at Kame, “haven’t you ever heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”
At which Jin had started the gagging noises.
Kame and Jin had found each other almost immediately after Kame had joined the agency, naturally drawn to each other by their competitive natures. Together they picked on Nakamaru, although sometimes (when they managed to get Nakamaru’s nose out of his books) Jin and Nakamaru would pick on Kame.
On days Nakamaru wasn’t at work, Kame had often teased Jin that he would find his talent the day he managed to bring everyone their coffee without spilling anything. Only when that day came, Jin had announced that he saw no future for himself within the supernatural business world, and told them he’d taken up a teaching job at a music school.
And up until about six months ago, it hadn’t been too bad for Kame. He hadn’t been happy about Jin leaving but he’d understood. Besides, every time Junno and Koki were out hunting with people from other squads, he and Nakamaru stayed behind.
But then one day Nakamaru had been reading the newspaper and had seen the letters shift. At first they both thought Nakamaru was too tired from studying. But it kept happening, and when Koichi encouraged Nakamaru to let it happen, the words started shifting around to form new stories. Stories of things that had yet to come.
And then only Kame was left.
--
Kame clears the entire office of used coffee cups and pieces of scrap paper, and makes preparations for dinner. He’s texting his neighbor Ueda about getting dinner together, when the hunting team comes back.
Koki finds Kame immediately, putting his arm around Kame’s neck and ruffling his hair. “Kame, you should have been there. It was awesome!”
Kame doesn’t think he minds having missed this round; he can smell the blood on Koki.
Kame exchanges a look with Nakamaru, who walks into the office last, looking like he just lost a few years of his life. He rolls his eyes at him, grinning, and Nakamaru grins back.
“Awesome for you maybe,” Junno sighs, making a sour face, “I couldn’t do anything with this overcast sky. No good strong shadows anywhere.”
Koki cackles and lets go of Kame to follow Koichi into the kitchen. Time to take care of their wounds, Kame presumes.
“I’d have to agree with Junno here,” Tsuyoshi says, “it was mostly Koichi and Koki that did the work this time, though I have to say, Nakamaru fired some nice shots.”
“Oooh,” Kame teases, grabbing Nakamaru’s hand, “that must have been reassuring, knowing you can actually fire a gun when you have to?”
Later, when Kame is cooking them all a victory meal, thinking about how he’s going to tell them all he’s quitting, Nakamaru finds him in the kitchen, newspaper in hand.
“What would be even more reassuring,” Nakamaru tells him quietly, voice unreadable, “is having you with us. Please try a little longer?”
So Kame does not tell them he’s going to quit that day. He doesn’t tell them anything at all. He just leaves the agency around 7 pm like he always does. He only tells them one thing. A lie. “See you tomorrow.”
It’s not like Nakamaru hasn’t told them anyway.
--
Kame doesn’t know what kind of job he’s looking for. He’s not like Jin, who already knew he had a passion for music and kids. The only thing Kame knows is that 1. he has to get out of Tokyo, and 2. the cover of his shiny red Honda Rebel has been gathering dust.
After Kame gets home, it only takes him a few minutes to gather a set of spare clothes and some other necessities and to put them in his well-worn leather backpack.
Taking the motorcycle out of the garage takes a little longer. He hasn’t used it for a while, so he has to check if the tires and the oil are still good. Ueda comes by to check if he needs any help. He’s always been a good friend to Kame, but while Kame regrets having to lie to yet another person, he really doesn’t want to give Koichi any extra leads just in case Nakamaru doesn’t tell him anything.
“Going on a trip?” Ueda asks.
“Neh,” Kame says, busying himself checking the pressure of the tires, “just a short drive.”
He looks up at Ueda, who smiles at him brightly. “Need help getting ready?”
“We’re going somewhere far away today, you and I,” Kame says to the motorcycle when Ueda is gone, reverently stroking the saddle before getting on it and starting the engine.
He almost makes it to Saitama before running into trouble.
There aren’t a lot of people around in this area of the city. Or actually, it’s completely abandoned. Except for the biker gang Kame somehow managed to provoke and that is now rounding up on him. Okay so maybe laughing at their choice of gang colors at the gas station when they were still within earshot might have been a terrible mistake.
There’s eight of them, and they’re all wearing different colored jackets with infinity signs on the backs. Kame knows how to defend himself, but eight against one might be pushing his luck. Kame kind of wants to kick himself for not being more subtle, but he would like to meet the person who would not laugh at that a little.
“What do you think you’re you laughing at?!” the one wearing purple shouts at him.
“Come on, Shin-chan, let it go,” the one in orange says.
“Maru,” the one in black says, “he was clearly disrespecting us. We need to teach him a lesson.”
Black jacket lets out a chuckle that frightens Kame more than the one wearing a red jacket, who is staring at Kame like he’d very much like to hurt Kame. Like he’s thinking of all the creative ways he could hurt Kame.
“I’m sure you guys are cool,” Kame says, holding his hands up in the hopes it will make them a little less hostile, “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s nice, actually, to see you representing the gay movement like that.”
And then everyone is yelling at him from all sides
“Don’t act like Tokyo is the center of everything, things are different in Kansai!”
“This isn’t even a proper representation of a rainbow. Duh. There’s black!”
“I will have you know I’m very manly! And heterosexual!”
“Pink is not just for women, okay?!”
“No it isn’t.” Suddenly, there’s someone else standing next to Kame, demanding everyone’s attention. It’s Ueda, and Kame has no idea how or why, but he’s never been happier to see his neighbor.
“What are you doing with him?”
“Are you also here to laugh at the people keeping the world from evil?”
“Yeah do we need to teach you a lesson too, Ueda?”
Ueda crosses his arms. “And this is why I hate working with Kansai fairies,” he mutters to Kame, “can’t get a decent word in with them.”
“Ueda,” Kame says, “why are you here?”
“Did he just ask him why Ueda is here?” Green jacket asks, clearly shocked.
“I think you mean what are you doing here,” Pink jacket tells Kame, “it’s obviously your first time here.”
“Yeah, are you stupid or what?” Yellow jacket agrees with Pink.
“Shut it, Nishikido,” Ueda hisses.
“First time in Saitama,” Kame stammers, “I’ve been here before.”
“Saitama?” Nishikido laughs, “This isn’t Saitama anymore.”
Kame wants to protest. Wants to tell Nishikido to shut up. Wants to tell everyone to be quiet and to stop laughing. It’s all starting to echo inside his head and his vision is getting narrower. He feels his stomach flip.
“Guys wait, he’s gonna slip through!” he can still make out Orange jacket yelling.
And then everything turns black.
--
“Woah easy there,” Koki tells Kame when he suddenly finds himself lying on the sofa in their agency and tries to get up.
“I told you he could do it,” Ueda says to Koichi.
“Yeah,” Koichi says, “but you’ve been wrong before. You also thought Jin had it in him.”
“Who says I was wrong?”
“He quit!”
“So?”
And then Nakamaru is demanding Kame’s full attention, pulling him into a big hug. “I was so scared you’d get stuck. I’m really happy you came back.”
“Thanks, uhm, but what happened? Where did I go?” Kame looks around. He’s really back at the agency. And there’s no sign of the crazy motorcycle gang.
Koichi crouches down next to him. “You finally did it, Kame. You found your talent.”
“I did?” Kame feels a weird fluttering in his stomach, and uncertainty washes over him, “Is this a dream?”
Ueda laughs. “No it’s not. I’ve been watching you, and today was the first time you travelled a dimension.”
“That’s such a cool talent though,” Kame hears Junno say, obviously excited.
“It is,” Ueda agrees, nodding and smiling at Junno, “but it can also be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing. So I followed you.”
“You can also… travel dimensions?” Kame asks, feeling a little like he might pass out again.
“So cool,” Junno whispers under his breath again in the background.
After that everything is a blur of Ueda and Koichi explaining the whole thing to him as clearly as they can. Which is to say, not very clear at all. Ueda informs him he’s been working for Koichi this whole time, but he wasn’t supposed to reveal to Kame who he was, because Koichi wanted Kame to have some time away from the pressure of finding his talent. But now that Kame’s talent is clearly the same as Ueda’s, they will be partners. So that Ueda can teach Kame how traveling dimensions works and how they apply it to solving cases. Or something along those lines.
Either way, Kame finding his talent is apparently reason to celebrate, and within 30 minutes there’s enough beer and pizza for everyone.
When Kame follows Ueda to the kitchen later on, he thinks of making a joke about how Ueda shouldn’t get any funny ideas just because they’re partners now. But going by how Junno is pressing Ueda up against the refrigerator and how Ueda’s tongue is in Junno’s mouth, Kame figures that joke might be kind of unnecessary.
“Hey,” Nakamaru says when Kame sits down between him and Koki.
“Hey yourself,” Kame says to him.
“Kame-chan,” Koki says, “we wanted to give you something.”
“Yeah, it’s not much,” Nakamaru says, digging in his pocket, “but we thought it might be a nice welcome gift.”
A thin silver necklace is dangling from Nakamaru’s fingers, with two pendants on it. A silver K and a silver A.
“A welcome gift?” Kame asks.
“Yeah,” Koki says and he grins at him.
Nakamaru takes Kame’s hand between his own hands.
“Welcome to KAT-TUN.”
From: buzzbird
Title: OTHERS
Pairings/Characters: Kame-centric KAT-TUN gen with a side of Junno/Ueda and Kinki Kids
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Teeny tiny character death. Really tiny.
Notes: 2.640 words. Dear beltenebra, I tried to include as much of your wishes into this fic as I could. This is my first time writing an AU like this, and I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it! :3
Summary: Kame works at OTHERS, a special cases detective agency where the detectives are even more special. Except for Kame, who brings them coffee.
It’s not like Kame hasn’t been working part-time for Domoto Koichi’s agency since he was fifteen, and full-time ever since he finished university. Yet somehow at twenty-six, he still finds himself making photocopies and getting coffee for his co-workers who all joined the company at a much later time.
“Kame,” Koichi says after calling Kame into his office for their monthly little chat, “have you been trying at all?”
Kame grinds his teeth. Koichi knows full well Kame is trying to develop his talents almost constantly; he’s probably the most hardworking employee at OTHERS. And still, every month when the full moon wanes, Kame is called into Koichi’s office to discuss Kame’s position at the agency. And his future.
“Look, you have the potential, you just need to find a way to unlock it somehow,” Koichi tells him sternly.
Kame opens his mouth to tell Koichi he’s had enough and he’s quitting, when there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Koichi says.
It’s Nakamaru. He’s completely dressed in black, protective gear on, newspaper in hand. Kame knows that can mean only one thing.
“It’s time,” Nakamaru says, giving Kame a sympathetic look, “we found the nest.”
They finally found the demons that have been terrorizing the harbor.
--
When Kame was fourteen years old, the girl living next door to him had been found dead, her mutilated body drifting along the Sumidagawa.
The police had come knocking at their door. The girl had only been one year younger than Kame, so perhaps they had been dating secretly? Kame had told them no, and the two skeptical detectives had left.
A few days after that, the police had sent OTHERS to investigate whether Kame was telling the truth.
Domoto Tsuyoshi had taken one look at Kame and scoffed, muttering obscenities about the police force under his breath. “Even without my powers it’s obvious this one doesn’t even look at girls,” he’d growled at Koichi, “they’re wasting our time!” He’d barged out, slamming the door.
Kame had wanted to protest Tsuyoshi’s observation, had wanted to tell him that she’d kissed him, but then Koichi had quickly leaned in to smell his hair, and Kame had never been more terrified or more captivated by anyone in his life. He hadn’t even been able to move.
“You smell,” Koichi had started, moving away from Kame again after a few beats, “other.”
--
Unfortunately, despite Koichi’s promises that Kame’s special talents would reveal themselves before his twentieth birthday, at twenty-six Kame is still no different from any other person walking the streets of Tokyo. When Kame joined OTHERS, there had been other people his age who also didn’t know how exactly their talents would manifest themselves.
Out of their group of junior demon hunters, Junno had found his talent first. Because as loud as Junno can be, he can also be silent. Silent as death, Tsuyoshi had once remarked ominously, before walking away giggling.
Now, death is literally what Junno brings to the unsuspecting demons lurking in the shadows. Junno does not lurk in the shadows, Junno is the shadows. Or at least that’s how Junno explained it to the rest of them in puns so lame they had to stop Koki from punching him.
“If you don’t shut up soon, I will make that ‘silent as death’ literal,” Koki had threatened one day, when they were doing paperwork together.
Junno had smiled, but the smile hadn’t reached his eyes. “Really? And how are you gonna do that?”
Which subsequently triggered something in Koki that had left their shared office a mess of splintered wood and shredded paper. The next full moon Koichi suddenly had company in his cabin in the mountains. They’ve since spent every full moon together, much to Tsuyoshi’s amusement.
Tsuyoshi’s improved mood around every full moon had confused Kame, who was pretty sure Tsuyoshi and Koichi were together.
One day Koichi had seen him looking and had grinned at him, before explaining.
“Koki tends to change back in his sleep, so sometimes when Tsuyoshi comes to get us he can still take a few embarrassing nude pictures before Koki wakes up.” He’d shrugged. “It makes him happy to be able to blackmail Koki.”
“They’re not for blackmailing,” Tsuyoshi had muttered. (This inspired an agency-wide betting pool on what other purpose the pictures might serve. Kame thinks Nakamaru is still traumatized.)
“Besides,” Koichi had said and winked at Kame, “haven’t you ever heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”
At which Jin had started the gagging noises.
Kame and Jin had found each other almost immediately after Kame had joined the agency, naturally drawn to each other by their competitive natures. Together they picked on Nakamaru, although sometimes (when they managed to get Nakamaru’s nose out of his books) Jin and Nakamaru would pick on Kame.
On days Nakamaru wasn’t at work, Kame had often teased Jin that he would find his talent the day he managed to bring everyone their coffee without spilling anything. Only when that day came, Jin had announced that he saw no future for himself within the supernatural business world, and told them he’d taken up a teaching job at a music school.
And up until about six months ago, it hadn’t been too bad for Kame. He hadn’t been happy about Jin leaving but he’d understood. Besides, every time Junno and Koki were out hunting with people from other squads, he and Nakamaru stayed behind.
But then one day Nakamaru had been reading the newspaper and had seen the letters shift. At first they both thought Nakamaru was too tired from studying. But it kept happening, and when Koichi encouraged Nakamaru to let it happen, the words started shifting around to form new stories. Stories of things that had yet to come.
And then only Kame was left.
--
Kame clears the entire office of used coffee cups and pieces of scrap paper, and makes preparations for dinner. He’s texting his neighbor Ueda about getting dinner together, when the hunting team comes back.
Koki finds Kame immediately, putting his arm around Kame’s neck and ruffling his hair. “Kame, you should have been there. It was awesome!”
Kame doesn’t think he minds having missed this round; he can smell the blood on Koki.
Kame exchanges a look with Nakamaru, who walks into the office last, looking like he just lost a few years of his life. He rolls his eyes at him, grinning, and Nakamaru grins back.
“Awesome for you maybe,” Junno sighs, making a sour face, “I couldn’t do anything with this overcast sky. No good strong shadows anywhere.”
Koki cackles and lets go of Kame to follow Koichi into the kitchen. Time to take care of their wounds, Kame presumes.
“I’d have to agree with Junno here,” Tsuyoshi says, “it was mostly Koichi and Koki that did the work this time, though I have to say, Nakamaru fired some nice shots.”
“Oooh,” Kame teases, grabbing Nakamaru’s hand, “that must have been reassuring, knowing you can actually fire a gun when you have to?”
Later, when Kame is cooking them all a victory meal, thinking about how he’s going to tell them all he’s quitting, Nakamaru finds him in the kitchen, newspaper in hand.
“What would be even more reassuring,” Nakamaru tells him quietly, voice unreadable, “is having you with us. Please try a little longer?”
So Kame does not tell them he’s going to quit that day. He doesn’t tell them anything at all. He just leaves the agency around 7 pm like he always does. He only tells them one thing. A lie. “See you tomorrow.”
It’s not like Nakamaru hasn’t told them anyway.
--
Kame doesn’t know what kind of job he’s looking for. He’s not like Jin, who already knew he had a passion for music and kids. The only thing Kame knows is that 1. he has to get out of Tokyo, and 2. the cover of his shiny red Honda Rebel has been gathering dust.
After Kame gets home, it only takes him a few minutes to gather a set of spare clothes and some other necessities and to put them in his well-worn leather backpack.
Taking the motorcycle out of the garage takes a little longer. He hasn’t used it for a while, so he has to check if the tires and the oil are still good. Ueda comes by to check if he needs any help. He’s always been a good friend to Kame, but while Kame regrets having to lie to yet another person, he really doesn’t want to give Koichi any extra leads just in case Nakamaru doesn’t tell him anything.
“Going on a trip?” Ueda asks.
“Neh,” Kame says, busying himself checking the pressure of the tires, “just a short drive.”
He looks up at Ueda, who smiles at him brightly. “Need help getting ready?”
“We’re going somewhere far away today, you and I,” Kame says to the motorcycle when Ueda is gone, reverently stroking the saddle before getting on it and starting the engine.
He almost makes it to Saitama before running into trouble.
There aren’t a lot of people around in this area of the city. Or actually, it’s completely abandoned. Except for the biker gang Kame somehow managed to provoke and that is now rounding up on him. Okay so maybe laughing at their choice of gang colors at the gas station when they were still within earshot might have been a terrible mistake.
There’s eight of them, and they’re all wearing different colored jackets with infinity signs on the backs. Kame knows how to defend himself, but eight against one might be pushing his luck. Kame kind of wants to kick himself for not being more subtle, but he would like to meet the person who would not laugh at that a little.
“What do you think you’re you laughing at?!” the one wearing purple shouts at him.
“Come on, Shin-chan, let it go,” the one in orange says.
“Maru,” the one in black says, “he was clearly disrespecting us. We need to teach him a lesson.”
Black jacket lets out a chuckle that frightens Kame more than the one wearing a red jacket, who is staring at Kame like he’d very much like to hurt Kame. Like he’s thinking of all the creative ways he could hurt Kame.
“I’m sure you guys are cool,” Kame says, holding his hands up in the hopes it will make them a little less hostile, “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s nice, actually, to see you representing the gay movement like that.”
And then everyone is yelling at him from all sides
“Don’t act like Tokyo is the center of everything, things are different in Kansai!”
“This isn’t even a proper representation of a rainbow. Duh. There’s black!”
“I will have you know I’m very manly! And heterosexual!”
“Pink is not just for women, okay?!”
“No it isn’t.” Suddenly, there’s someone else standing next to Kame, demanding everyone’s attention. It’s Ueda, and Kame has no idea how or why, but he’s never been happier to see his neighbor.
“What are you doing with him?”
“Are you also here to laugh at the people keeping the world from evil?”
“Yeah do we need to teach you a lesson too, Ueda?”
Ueda crosses his arms. “And this is why I hate working with Kansai fairies,” he mutters to Kame, “can’t get a decent word in with them.”
“Ueda,” Kame says, “why are you here?”
“Did he just ask him why Ueda is here?” Green jacket asks, clearly shocked.
“I think you mean what are you doing here,” Pink jacket tells Kame, “it’s obviously your first time here.”
“Yeah, are you stupid or what?” Yellow jacket agrees with Pink.
“Shut it, Nishikido,” Ueda hisses.
“First time in Saitama,” Kame stammers, “I’ve been here before.”
“Saitama?” Nishikido laughs, “This isn’t Saitama anymore.”
Kame wants to protest. Wants to tell Nishikido to shut up. Wants to tell everyone to be quiet and to stop laughing. It’s all starting to echo inside his head and his vision is getting narrower. He feels his stomach flip.
“Guys wait, he’s gonna slip through!” he can still make out Orange jacket yelling.
And then everything turns black.
--
“Woah easy there,” Koki tells Kame when he suddenly finds himself lying on the sofa in their agency and tries to get up.
“I told you he could do it,” Ueda says to Koichi.
“Yeah,” Koichi says, “but you’ve been wrong before. You also thought Jin had it in him.”
“Who says I was wrong?”
“He quit!”
“So?”
And then Nakamaru is demanding Kame’s full attention, pulling him into a big hug. “I was so scared you’d get stuck. I’m really happy you came back.”
“Thanks, uhm, but what happened? Where did I go?” Kame looks around. He’s really back at the agency. And there’s no sign of the crazy motorcycle gang.
Koichi crouches down next to him. “You finally did it, Kame. You found your talent.”
“I did?” Kame feels a weird fluttering in his stomach, and uncertainty washes over him, “Is this a dream?”
Ueda laughs. “No it’s not. I’ve been watching you, and today was the first time you travelled a dimension.”
“That’s such a cool talent though,” Kame hears Junno say, obviously excited.
“It is,” Ueda agrees, nodding and smiling at Junno, “but it can also be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing. So I followed you.”
“You can also… travel dimensions?” Kame asks, feeling a little like he might pass out again.
“So cool,” Junno whispers under his breath again in the background.
After that everything is a blur of Ueda and Koichi explaining the whole thing to him as clearly as they can. Which is to say, not very clear at all. Ueda informs him he’s been working for Koichi this whole time, but he wasn’t supposed to reveal to Kame who he was, because Koichi wanted Kame to have some time away from the pressure of finding his talent. But now that Kame’s talent is clearly the same as Ueda’s, they will be partners. So that Ueda can teach Kame how traveling dimensions works and how they apply it to solving cases. Or something along those lines.
Either way, Kame finding his talent is apparently reason to celebrate, and within 30 minutes there’s enough beer and pizza for everyone.
When Kame follows Ueda to the kitchen later on, he thinks of making a joke about how Ueda shouldn’t get any funny ideas just because they’re partners now. But going by how Junno is pressing Ueda up against the refrigerator and how Ueda’s tongue is in Junno’s mouth, Kame figures that joke might be kind of unnecessary.
“Hey,” Nakamaru says when Kame sits down between him and Koki.
“Hey yourself,” Kame says to him.
“Kame-chan,” Koki says, “we wanted to give you something.”
“Yeah, it’s not much,” Nakamaru says, digging in his pocket, “but we thought it might be a nice welcome gift.”
A thin silver necklace is dangling from Nakamaru’s fingers, with two pendants on it. A silver K and a silver A.
“A welcome gift?” Kame asks.
“Yeah,” Koki says and he grins at him.
Nakamaru takes Kame’s hand between his own hands.
“Welcome to KAT-TUN.”