Fic: Rabu Rabu Ja Nai [Not Quite "Rabu Rabu"] (Inception, G)
title: Rabu Rabu Ja Nai [Not Quite "Rabu Rabu"]
author: ilovetakahana
pairing: Arthur/Eames
warnings: gratuitous Japanese, and all mistakes are mine. Tokyo the Matchstick City. schmoop! Unbeta'd.
disclaimer: I don't own the original story or the characters. Not making any profit, just playing in the sandbox.
summary: for jeannedecarnin and this request. LOL bb I was totally blocked on this when I tried plotting it out over the course of a weekend - and then the story hits me in one shot on the bus ride on the way home from work. My life is very strange.
Special language note: The Japanese word kimi means "you", but it has acquired a secondary meaning as the "you" that is used in lovers' conversations.
Also archived at http://ninemoons42.dreamwidth.org.
At his feet, Tokyo is burning.
In this dream, he is standing atop the roof of the Special Observatory; the ground is two hundred and fifty meters away.
It never gets old, Eames reflects, and brushes some dirt off the skirts of his gray hakama, the sleeves of his black kimono. No matter how many times this city gets demolished in the movies and on TV, the fires below him are always good for a laugh.
There is a sudden shout over their comm links, the sound of a gunshot, silence.
"Owari da," Arthur says, appearing at his side. His dark navy suit is a little dirty; the ashes are drifting in their direction. We're done here.
"Ninmu kanryou?" he asks. Mission accomplished?
"Hai." Yes.
"Sore de, kaeru deshou." Then let's get out of here.
Eames is expecting Arthur to pull out a gun, but instead he sinks to his knees, sits on his heels, gracefully folded into seiza. He looks out at the flaming city with some satisfaction.
"Mada mada. Are o mite kure." Not yet. Look at that.
Eames pulls out a gun, levels it at Arthur's head. "Oi."
Arthur smiles, and he moves quickly, grabs a handful of Eames's kimono, crashes their mouths together in a bruising kiss.
Eames is breathless by the time Arthur releases him, weak in the knees, and he slides down to slump gracelessly next to him. "Kimi wa...kimi wa...." You, you....
And the words are gone and instead he leans in for another kiss. This time he threads his hands roughly through Arthur's hair, feels him clutch back, crumpling the fabric at his shoulders.
As the tower shakes and shudders warningly beneath them, they break apart, and Eames huffs out a laugh against Arthur's cheek. "Mendokusei, kimi ga." You are such a pain in the ass.
Arthur grins back. "Dakara boku o suki yo." You know you love me.
Eames laughs again, longer this time. "Hontou da." Too true.
Finally, Arthur smiles at him, levels a gun straight between Eames's eyes. "Ja mata da." See you in a few.
Eames relaxes, kisses him once more on his cheek. "Hai. Aishiteru." Yes. I love you.
"Aishiteru."
author: ilovetakahana
pairing: Arthur/Eames
warnings: gratuitous Japanese, and all mistakes are mine. Tokyo the Matchstick City. schmoop! Unbeta'd.
disclaimer: I don't own the original story or the characters. Not making any profit, just playing in the sandbox.
summary: for jeannedecarnin and this request. LOL bb I was totally blocked on this when I tried plotting it out over the course of a weekend - and then the story hits me in one shot on the bus ride on the way home from work. My life is very strange.
Special language note: The Japanese word kimi means "you", but it has acquired a secondary meaning as the "you" that is used in lovers' conversations.
Also archived at http://ninemoons42.dreamwidth.org.
At his feet, Tokyo is burning.
In this dream, he is standing atop the roof of the Special Observatory; the ground is two hundred and fifty meters away.
It never gets old, Eames reflects, and brushes some dirt off the skirts of his gray hakama, the sleeves of his black kimono. No matter how many times this city gets demolished in the movies and on TV, the fires below him are always good for a laugh.
There is a sudden shout over their comm links, the sound of a gunshot, silence.
"Owari da," Arthur says, appearing at his side. His dark navy suit is a little dirty; the ashes are drifting in their direction. We're done here.
"Ninmu kanryou?" he asks. Mission accomplished?
"Hai." Yes.
"Sore de, kaeru deshou." Then let's get out of here.
Eames is expecting Arthur to pull out a gun, but instead he sinks to his knees, sits on his heels, gracefully folded into seiza. He looks out at the flaming city with some satisfaction.
"Mada mada. Are o mite kure." Not yet. Look at that.
Eames pulls out a gun, levels it at Arthur's head. "Oi."
Arthur smiles, and he moves quickly, grabs a handful of Eames's kimono, crashes their mouths together in a bruising kiss.
Eames is breathless by the time Arthur releases him, weak in the knees, and he slides down to slump gracelessly next to him. "Kimi wa...kimi wa...." You, you....
And the words are gone and instead he leans in for another kiss. This time he threads his hands roughly through Arthur's hair, feels him clutch back, crumpling the fabric at his shoulders.
As the tower shakes and shudders warningly beneath them, they break apart, and Eames huffs out a laugh against Arthur's cheek. "Mendokusei, kimi ga." You are such a pain in the ass.
Arthur grins back. "Dakara boku o suki yo." You know you love me.
Eames laughs again, longer this time. "Hontou da." Too true.
Finally, Arthur smiles at him, levels a gun straight between Eames's eyes. "Ja mata da." See you in a few.
Eames relaxes, kisses him once more on his cheek. "Hai. Aishiteru." Yes. I love you.
"Aishiteru."