accident [1/1] (KAT-TUN // Kame/Junno)
Title: accident
Word Count: ~1,020
Author’s Notes: Part of the Unexpectedly Purrfect universe. There is a basic timeline to this, so if you want to start from the beginning, please go HERE.
Kame could count the number of times he had seen Taguchi truly angry on one hand. He had a bad feeling that number was about to increase. He resisted the urge to lick at the soil on his paws. He might be a cat at the moment, but there was no way he was going so far as to taste dirt.
Kame burrowed further underneath the soft fabric surrounding him, whining pitifully. This was not good. How could this have happened? He was usually so careful! He could kick himself, but settled for quieting down and curling into a ball.
It all started out so innocently. Taguchi had gone off to run another errand and Kame decided to pass the time away by taking yet another catnap. (They were getting really addicting!) And later when he began to wake up, he felt something hard and cold against his back and pushed away from it.
BAM!
Kame was startled awake at the sound of a pot crashing on the floor. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what exactly was missing on the windowsill. A sense of foreboding trickled through him as he looked down over the edge.
Begonosuke laid in pieces all over Taguchi’s carpet, dirt everywhere and its leaves and blossoms in complete disarray. Not to mention the broken brown pot it had been kept in.
Oh no. Ohnoohnoohnoohnoohno.
Kame leapt from surface to surface until he was on the ground, staring in dismay at the close-up of the mess he made. He picked his way carefully through the scene of the crime until he was at the center. He tried to gather the plant in one pile, but ended up making more of a mess when his claws cut up the leaves and flowers without meaning to. Pushing around the dirt didn’t seem to make a difference either because one, he couldn’t get to the particles left behind in the carpet, and two, he only made his fur grimy in the process. He could already imagine the dirt he would be tracking around the house. That was a surefire way to get Taguchi to forgive him.
Kame was at least able to gather the broken pot pieces together in a pile as best he could by pushing with his paws and, with the not so sharp fragments, his muzzle. It was something.
Kame looked around at the mess again. Even though there was some semblance of order now, it somehow looked even worse to him. He pawed at a white blossom woefully, very careful not to slash it on accident. He and Begonosuke had just reached an understanding too.
Taguchi was going to kill him.
But not if he couldn’t find him first.
Kame had contemplated escaping, but all of Taguchi’s doors and windows were shut tight and it wasn’t as if Kame had actual fingers to help him out of his quandary. Kame then took up the next best option. Hiding.
And so, Kame found himself near the bottom of a laundry basket. Thankfully, it was full of clean linen so Kame didn’t have to suffer through the smell of dirty clothes, though he suspected he probably would have deserved it.
Kame curled into an even tighter ball, hoping simultaneously that Taguchi would and wouldn’t find him. How could he face him after destroying his precious plant? Kame remembered the gentle way Taguchi had checked over the leaves and petals, how he made sure to give Begonosuke just the right amount of water. The stupid plant hogged a lot of attention, but it was important to Taguchi.
Kame couldn’t bear the thought of having ruined something special to him.
He immersed himself even further under Taguchi’s clothes, taking a small bit of comfort in the clean scent of his bandmate’s favorite fabric softener, and waited for the inevitable.
-
“…me! Kame!”
Kame woke up groggily to the muffled sounds of someone calling his name. The person sounded rather panicked and way too stressed. Maybe he needed a catnap as well.
“Kazuya, where are you?!”
Well, it seemed rather urgent. With a wide yawn, Kame reluctantly moved out of his warm cocoon and poked his head out over the edge of the laundry basket. He meowed in response to his name. Footsteps dashed down the hallway in his direction.
It was just as he was scooped up in a pair of familiar arms that he remembered why he had been hiding in the first place. Kame blanched as he was brought face to face with Taguchi, who looked quite upset. This was the part where Taguchi yelled at him.
I want back in the laundry basket!
Then suddenly he was being hugged so hard he almost couldn’t breathe.
“I was so worried!” Taguchi thankfully loosened his grip before Kame could wonder too much about what would happen to him if he died as a kitten. “Are you okay? What were you doing in there?”
Kame mewled and looked down guiltily.
Taguchi looked him over, stroking his neck and down his back. Despite himself, Kame purred. “You’re all dirty,” Taguchi said, taking note of the soil on his paws and on his fur coat. “Begonosuke?”
Kame licked Taguchi’s fingers in apology. I didn’t mean to.
“It’s okay, he’ll be fine,” he said, scratching behind Kame’s ears. “It was an accident. You didn’t have to try and clean it up.”
Kame tried to bury himself in Taguchi’s shirt. Why was the doofus so damn nice? Could he make him feel any worse?
Taguchi hugged him close, gently this time, so that his cheek was snuggled against Kame’s furry one. “Please don’t do that again,” he whispered. “I thought I lost you.”
Apparently, he could.
Kame turned so he could lick Taguchi’s hairline, smoothing over some hair that had fallen out of place. I won’t. I promise.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
To make it up to him, Kame resolved not to make a fuss in the bathroom. He flinched when he heard Taguchi turn on the running water in the tub.
Not a big one, anyway.
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Word Count: ~1,020
Author’s Notes: Part of the Unexpectedly Purrfect universe. There is a basic timeline to this, so if you want to start from the beginning, please go HERE.
Kame could count the number of times he had seen Taguchi truly angry on one hand. He had a bad feeling that number was about to increase. He resisted the urge to lick at the soil on his paws. He might be a cat at the moment, but there was no way he was going so far as to taste dirt.
Kame burrowed further underneath the soft fabric surrounding him, whining pitifully. This was not good. How could this have happened? He was usually so careful! He could kick himself, but settled for quieting down and curling into a ball.
It all started out so innocently. Taguchi had gone off to run another errand and Kame decided to pass the time away by taking yet another catnap. (They were getting really addicting!) And later when he began to wake up, he felt something hard and cold against his back and pushed away from it.
BAM!
Kame was startled awake at the sound of a pot crashing on the floor. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what exactly was missing on the windowsill. A sense of foreboding trickled through him as he looked down over the edge.
Begonosuke laid in pieces all over Taguchi’s carpet, dirt everywhere and its leaves and blossoms in complete disarray. Not to mention the broken brown pot it had been kept in.
Oh no. Ohnoohnoohnoohnoohno.
Kame leapt from surface to surface until he was on the ground, staring in dismay at the close-up of the mess he made. He picked his way carefully through the scene of the crime until he was at the center. He tried to gather the plant in one pile, but ended up making more of a mess when his claws cut up the leaves and flowers without meaning to. Pushing around the dirt didn’t seem to make a difference either because one, he couldn’t get to the particles left behind in the carpet, and two, he only made his fur grimy in the process. He could already imagine the dirt he would be tracking around the house. That was a surefire way to get Taguchi to forgive him.
Kame was at least able to gather the broken pot pieces together in a pile as best he could by pushing with his paws and, with the not so sharp fragments, his muzzle. It was something.
Kame looked around at the mess again. Even though there was some semblance of order now, it somehow looked even worse to him. He pawed at a white blossom woefully, very careful not to slash it on accident. He and Begonosuke had just reached an understanding too.
Taguchi was going to kill him.
But not if he couldn’t find him first.
Kame had contemplated escaping, but all of Taguchi’s doors and windows were shut tight and it wasn’t as if Kame had actual fingers to help him out of his quandary. Kame then took up the next best option. Hiding.
And so, Kame found himself near the bottom of a laundry basket. Thankfully, it was full of clean linen so Kame didn’t have to suffer through the smell of dirty clothes, though he suspected he probably would have deserved it.
Kame curled into an even tighter ball, hoping simultaneously that Taguchi would and wouldn’t find him. How could he face him after destroying his precious plant? Kame remembered the gentle way Taguchi had checked over the leaves and petals, how he made sure to give Begonosuke just the right amount of water. The stupid plant hogged a lot of attention, but it was important to Taguchi.
Kame couldn’t bear the thought of having ruined something special to him.
He immersed himself even further under Taguchi’s clothes, taking a small bit of comfort in the clean scent of his bandmate’s favorite fabric softener, and waited for the inevitable.
-
“…me! Kame!”
Kame woke up groggily to the muffled sounds of someone calling his name. The person sounded rather panicked and way too stressed. Maybe he needed a catnap as well.
“Kazuya, where are you?!”
Well, it seemed rather urgent. With a wide yawn, Kame reluctantly moved out of his warm cocoon and poked his head out over the edge of the laundry basket. He meowed in response to his name. Footsteps dashed down the hallway in his direction.
It was just as he was scooped up in a pair of familiar arms that he remembered why he had been hiding in the first place. Kame blanched as he was brought face to face with Taguchi, who looked quite upset. This was the part where Taguchi yelled at him.
I want back in the laundry basket!
Then suddenly he was being hugged so hard he almost couldn’t breathe.
“I was so worried!” Taguchi thankfully loosened his grip before Kame could wonder too much about what would happen to him if he died as a kitten. “Are you okay? What were you doing in there?”
Kame mewled and looked down guiltily.
Taguchi looked him over, stroking his neck and down his back. Despite himself, Kame purred. “You’re all dirty,” Taguchi said, taking note of the soil on his paws and on his fur coat. “Begonosuke?”
Kame licked Taguchi’s fingers in apology. I didn’t mean to.
“It’s okay, he’ll be fine,” he said, scratching behind Kame’s ears. “It was an accident. You didn’t have to try and clean it up.”
Kame tried to bury himself in Taguchi’s shirt. Why was the doofus so damn nice? Could he make him feel any worse?
Taguchi hugged him close, gently this time, so that his cheek was snuggled against Kame’s furry one. “Please don’t do that again,” he whispered. “I thought I lost you.”
Apparently, he could.
Kame turned so he could lick Taguchi’s hairline, smoothing over some hair that had fallen out of place. I won’t. I promise.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
To make it up to him, Kame resolved not to make a fuss in the bathroom. He flinched when he heard Taguchi turn on the running water in the tub.
Not a big one, anyway.
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