fic: White Roses
White Roses
A remix of Form by jackoweskla.
Band: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Akame, Jin/OFC
Rating: hard R. Not hardcore enough for NC17.
Disclaimer: 100% disclaimed. Not mine.
Notes: I have never written Akame in my life. Nor yaoi. So this vaguely feels like cheating. But I loved jackoweskla's story, and I hope she is not disappointed.
White Roses.
She wears black dresses, and carries white roses, never red.
That day she sweeps into the studio like a dark cloud sweeps through dry land-- they all certainly looked at her the way thirsty men look at a glass of cool water. She sets her case on the table in the corner and turns to them, back straight, lipstick red.
Her name is Genevieve Saint-Denis and she will teach them to dance.
They try to hide their skepticism with typical male bravado. Of course she knows that in their minds they are all thinking, who does this woman think she is, to presume that we don't know how to dance?
They proceed to show her what they know, when they take her hand and take the lead. The boy called Jin goes first, and he does have an interesting way of swaying his hips, but Genevieve Saint-Denis is a perfectionist, and Jin is far from perfect.
At lunch she decides to teach him. Genevieve keeps a hand on his hip as he moves in and out of her, one hand holding her leg up in an awkward angle. She whispers words into his ear, encouragingly sweet, urging him for more, to swing just a bit there, to thrust a little harder now, and she's coming, coming--
The lesson is well received. That afternoon Jin never misses a step.
*
She observes the one called Kamenashi stalk in, avoiding everyone's eyes. She notes the unspoken signal between Jin and Koki, and the money changing hands.
She does not mind. She is Genevieve Saint-Denis, and she is a professional. She continues the lesson, this time with Nakamaru. He takes her hand and leads, but his steps are too stiff, too tense. Later that afternoon she asks him to stay to practice some more.
*
It's the fourth week and the lessons are coming to a close. The boys are fast learners, but more than that, they are innovators, bringing their own style to a dance that is centuries old.
Jin is glaring at her, but she pays him no mind. Kamenashi, too. She walks into the studio, leaving them in the hallway, vaguely hearing words of hate thrown in her direction.
Today it is Koki who has her attention. He dances too loosely, with very little semblance of control. She clucks her tongue when he misses a step, smiling gently, always gently. She takes him by the hand and leads him to the closet in her office, leads for him to show him how a man must hold a woman.
Genevieve hears noises from outside, loud and fierce, her table creaking, books falling to the floor, a vase dropping dully to the carpet.
White roses can be bought another day, she muses. How nice of Jin to teach Kamenashi. She watches him pound the other man through a crack through the partially open door, watches as Kamenashi struggles for purchase, as Jin's eyes roll to the back of his head. She observes the form, the timing, the balance with eyes unblinking, until she finally comes, fingernails digging into Koki's skin.
*
Kamenashi and Jin drive her to the airport on the day of her departure. It is Jin who carries her luggage and sees her to the gate.
Before she leaves Genevieve plants a light kiss on Jin's cheek, wiping the red lipstick stain she leaves away with a handkerchief and tells him, "I no longer have anything to teach you."
All she hopes for is that they do not forget her lessons.
With a final "Au'voir", Genevieve Saint-Denis turns around and walks inside, back straight, wearing a black dress and carrying white roses, never red.
* As an aside note, the surname "Saint-Denis" was taken from the name of a street in France most famous for prostitution, the "La Rue Saint-Denis".
A remix of Form by jackoweskla.
Band: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Akame, Jin/OFC
Rating: hard R. Not hardcore enough for NC17.
Disclaimer: 100% disclaimed. Not mine.
Notes: I have never written Akame in my life. Nor yaoi. So this vaguely feels like cheating. But I loved jackoweskla's story, and I hope she is not disappointed.
White Roses.
She wears black dresses, and carries white roses, never red.
That day she sweeps into the studio like a dark cloud sweeps through dry land-- they all certainly looked at her the way thirsty men look at a glass of cool water. She sets her case on the table in the corner and turns to them, back straight, lipstick red.
Her name is Genevieve Saint-Denis and she will teach them to dance.
They try to hide their skepticism with typical male bravado. Of course she knows that in their minds they are all thinking, who does this woman think she is, to presume that we don't know how to dance?
They proceed to show her what they know, when they take her hand and take the lead. The boy called Jin goes first, and he does have an interesting way of swaying his hips, but Genevieve Saint-Denis is a perfectionist, and Jin is far from perfect.
At lunch she decides to teach him. Genevieve keeps a hand on his hip as he moves in and out of her, one hand holding her leg up in an awkward angle. She whispers words into his ear, encouragingly sweet, urging him for more, to swing just a bit there, to thrust a little harder now, and she's coming, coming--
The lesson is well received. That afternoon Jin never misses a step.
*
She observes the one called Kamenashi stalk in, avoiding everyone's eyes. She notes the unspoken signal between Jin and Koki, and the money changing hands.
She does not mind. She is Genevieve Saint-Denis, and she is a professional. She continues the lesson, this time with Nakamaru. He takes her hand and leads, but his steps are too stiff, too tense. Later that afternoon she asks him to stay to practice some more.
*
It's the fourth week and the lessons are coming to a close. The boys are fast learners, but more than that, they are innovators, bringing their own style to a dance that is centuries old.
Jin is glaring at her, but she pays him no mind. Kamenashi, too. She walks into the studio, leaving them in the hallway, vaguely hearing words of hate thrown in her direction.
Today it is Koki who has her attention. He dances too loosely, with very little semblance of control. She clucks her tongue when he misses a step, smiling gently, always gently. She takes him by the hand and leads him to the closet in her office, leads for him to show him how a man must hold a woman.
Genevieve hears noises from outside, loud and fierce, her table creaking, books falling to the floor, a vase dropping dully to the carpet.
White roses can be bought another day, she muses. How nice of Jin to teach Kamenashi. She watches him pound the other man through a crack through the partially open door, watches as Kamenashi struggles for purchase, as Jin's eyes roll to the back of his head. She observes the form, the timing, the balance with eyes unblinking, until she finally comes, fingernails digging into Koki's skin.
*
Kamenashi and Jin drive her to the airport on the day of her departure. It is Jin who carries her luggage and sees her to the gate.
Before she leaves Genevieve plants a light kiss on Jin's cheek, wiping the red lipstick stain she leaves away with a handkerchief and tells him, "I no longer have anything to teach you."
All she hopes for is that they do not forget her lessons.
With a final "Au'voir", Genevieve Saint-Denis turns around and walks inside, back straight, wearing a black dress and carrying white roses, never red.
* As an aside note, the surname "Saint-Denis" was taken from the name of a street in France most famous for prostitution, the "La Rue Saint-Denis".