Drabble | Crying Rain | Requested
Title: Crying rain
Author: kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by: lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for: rydion9
Author comments: Inspirited by song Crying rain by Girugamesh
Shallow and shuddering breaths rasp between Kazuya’s lips, his hand frozen in place in front of his mouth. He’d never though something like this would happen to him. He’s been part of Johnnys for almost a year now, and he was already afraid of at least one of his senpais. His eyes are wide, lashes dry and fanning outward to frame their multi-hued depths. He can’t hear any noise from the hallway outside, and the dressing room is silent around him. The lack of stimulation, of distraction, leaves him alone with the burning tingle on his hips and the slow bruising of his face, the marks little points where fingers had dug in. There is a tightening in his throat and a sinking feeling, like lead dropping through water, in his stomach. He has had many things taken from him because of the world’s unfairness, but he’d never thought this would be one of them. Because he never expected his senpai, Matsumoto Jun to have been on both sides of that unfairness, the pressure and the fear controlling his actions.
Using one shaking hand to support himself, Kazuya lowers his body to the locker room bench and hunches forward. He starts to pull his hand away from his lips, but the second the pressure of his palm releases he slaps it back into place; without it there he feels vulnerable and exposed. Naked and he feels like he shouldn’t react this badly, dirty. Wrapping his free hand around his waist and curling even further inward, Kazuya tries to control his hitching breath. He is shaking, adrenalin still pumping through him, and his hands are icy cold. He wants to be at home where he feels safe and comfortable. Where he knows there are only people who love him and would never hurt him.
“You okay Kazuya?”
Kazuya jumps a little and looks up into Jin’s questioning face. He hadn’t even heard the other boy enter the room. Jin was the kind of person Kazuya had troubles not getting along. He tried not to get too attached to anyone so there wouldn’t be any stupid rumours, but Jin was always smiling and talking to him, and it was hard to lie to him. ‘Fine’ is coiling at the tip of Kazuya’s tongue, the easy answer building more from habit than honesty. It seems to die away as it tries to pass his lips and leaves him barren, mouth open and silent.
Before he can formulate another answer, tears start to prickle at the edges of his eyes, dampening his lashes and clumping them together. A sob breaks through his shields and barriers, wracking his shoulders and composure as it rings out. Kazuya watches as Jin’s eyes widen and then narrow, their brown depths burning with intensity. “What happened?” he demands, voice full of vehemence.
More sobs fight their way out of Kazuya’s chest as he shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Holy shit, Kazuya, what did they do to you? Who was it?” Jin is angry, his words biting enough that Kazuya winces a little.
Kazuya has taken a lot of abuse, mentally and physically, in the halls of Johnny’s Entertainment, but this is the first time he’s not been able to hold himself together. That’s why it seems to be a quite a shock to Jin too. The tears, the sobs, those are things for showers to wash away and for pillows to muffle late at night. Others aren’t supposed to see this. When his sobs taper enough that he can concentrate, Kazuya notices that Jin has come to sit next to him, close enough that their shoulders are brushing.
Kazuya, for the first time since Matsumoto stormed out of the room, leaving him half naked an alone, pulls his hand from his mouth. All he wants to do is brush his teeth. He looks at Jin from the corner of his eyes and says, “Can you just leave? Please?”
Jin turns a little, his eyes digging into Kazuya with their intensity. “No way. Not until you tell me who messed with you.”
A small noise of disbelief catches in Kazuya’s throat as a spike of bitter anger overcomes him. It’s like bile; thin and sour. “Why do you care?”
Jin almost looks hurt, but the emotion is quickly overtaken by cocky self-confidence and earnest conviction. “Because we’re friends, right? And I’ve never seen you like this.”
Feeling a little guilty as the anger retreats, Kazuya nods. “Yeah, I know. It’s just.. hard to forget, that’s all.” They both know what he’s referring to, and no further elaboration is required.
Jin nods in understanding, but doesn’t apologise. Kazuya figures they still have a ways to go before that will happen, if ever. Silence stretches between them for some time, the sound of Kazuya occasionally sniffing the only thing to break it, and Jin never moves. Their shoulders are pressed together tight enough that Jin’s body heat radiates into Kazuya, warming him in more than a physical sense.
“He kissed me. And.. touched me. It - it was my first kiss.”
Jin jerks, eyebrows falling into a glare of concentration, but he doesn’t start throwing angry words. Instead, he calmly asks, “Will you tell me who?”
Kazuya shakes his head and whispers, “No.”
Another period of silence ensconces them, the air in the locker room filled with their thoughts. It’s Jin who breaks the silence this time. “When I need to get over something bad I replace it with something good.” Jin is facing him, a smirk on his lips that says ‘who wouldn’t want this’ that almost makes Kazuya scoff.
The answer is so dysfunctional, so against every bit of logic that Kazuya holds, that he thinks it just might work. “And who do you suggest I kiss?”
Jin looks offended, but then he sits up straighter and puffs out his chest. “Who else? You couldn’t do better than this.”
Kazuya finds himself nodding, even as his thoughts protest wildly; this is Akanishi Jin, his friend, or whatever, who he has never spoken like this before. Jin is already leaning in, his eyes focused on Kazuya’s lips, which Kazuya knows are swollen from the unexpected kiss and from his subsequent grip upon them. He finds himself moving in as well, and they almost seem to be going in slow motion, creeping toward each other slowly and carefully.
It’s Jin who takes the initiative to close the gap, brushing his slightly chapped lips over Kazuya’s in a light kiss. After a moment of barely touching together, Jin deepens the kiss enough that he is caressing Kazuya’s lips with his own.
Kazuya pulls away before it can go any further, red staining his cheeks, and says, “Thank you.”
The soft look on Jin face melts into something like a leer as he says, “No problem.”
Jin smirks at Kazuya and stands, walking away and leave Kazuya to watch his retreating back.
Kazuya knows this won’t make everything okay, that it won’t erase the memory of Matsumoto, but it did make his day just a little bit better. And he’s discovered that maybe Akanishi Jin will be a better friend than he thought he could ever be.
THE END
I was pretty messed up some time ago, and my friend said this to me: “When I need to get over something bad I replace it with something good.” and it helped me to get through some deep shit, and I started thinking that maybe I could use this in a fic, but then I listened this song, and all I could think was this, so I made it a drabble instead.
Author: kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by: lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for: rydion9
Author comments: Inspirited by song Crying rain by Girugamesh
Shallow and shuddering breaths rasp between Kazuya’s lips, his hand frozen in place in front of his mouth. He’d never though something like this would happen to him. He’s been part of Johnnys for almost a year now, and he was already afraid of at least one of his senpais. His eyes are wide, lashes dry and fanning outward to frame their multi-hued depths. He can’t hear any noise from the hallway outside, and the dressing room is silent around him. The lack of stimulation, of distraction, leaves him alone with the burning tingle on his hips and the slow bruising of his face, the marks little points where fingers had dug in. There is a tightening in his throat and a sinking feeling, like lead dropping through water, in his stomach. He has had many things taken from him because of the world’s unfairness, but he’d never thought this would be one of them. Because he never expected his senpai, Matsumoto Jun to have been on both sides of that unfairness, the pressure and the fear controlling his actions.
Using one shaking hand to support himself, Kazuya lowers his body to the locker room bench and hunches forward. He starts to pull his hand away from his lips, but the second the pressure of his palm releases he slaps it back into place; without it there he feels vulnerable and exposed. Naked and he feels like he shouldn’t react this badly, dirty. Wrapping his free hand around his waist and curling even further inward, Kazuya tries to control his hitching breath. He is shaking, adrenalin still pumping through him, and his hands are icy cold. He wants to be at home where he feels safe and comfortable. Where he knows there are only people who love him and would never hurt him.
“You okay Kazuya?”
Kazuya jumps a little and looks up into Jin’s questioning face. He hadn’t even heard the other boy enter the room. Jin was the kind of person Kazuya had troubles not getting along. He tried not to get too attached to anyone so there wouldn’t be any stupid rumours, but Jin was always smiling and talking to him, and it was hard to lie to him. ‘Fine’ is coiling at the tip of Kazuya’s tongue, the easy answer building more from habit than honesty. It seems to die away as it tries to pass his lips and leaves him barren, mouth open and silent.
Before he can formulate another answer, tears start to prickle at the edges of his eyes, dampening his lashes and clumping them together. A sob breaks through his shields and barriers, wracking his shoulders and composure as it rings out. Kazuya watches as Jin’s eyes widen and then narrow, their brown depths burning with intensity. “What happened?” he demands, voice full of vehemence.
More sobs fight their way out of Kazuya’s chest as he shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Holy shit, Kazuya, what did they do to you? Who was it?” Jin is angry, his words biting enough that Kazuya winces a little.
Kazuya has taken a lot of abuse, mentally and physically, in the halls of Johnny’s Entertainment, but this is the first time he’s not been able to hold himself together. That’s why it seems to be a quite a shock to Jin too. The tears, the sobs, those are things for showers to wash away and for pillows to muffle late at night. Others aren’t supposed to see this. When his sobs taper enough that he can concentrate, Kazuya notices that Jin has come to sit next to him, close enough that their shoulders are brushing.
Kazuya, for the first time since Matsumoto stormed out of the room, leaving him half naked an alone, pulls his hand from his mouth. All he wants to do is brush his teeth. He looks at Jin from the corner of his eyes and says, “Can you just leave? Please?”
Jin turns a little, his eyes digging into Kazuya with their intensity. “No way. Not until you tell me who messed with you.”
A small noise of disbelief catches in Kazuya’s throat as a spike of bitter anger overcomes him. It’s like bile; thin and sour. “Why do you care?”
Jin almost looks hurt, but the emotion is quickly overtaken by cocky self-confidence and earnest conviction. “Because we’re friends, right? And I’ve never seen you like this.”
Feeling a little guilty as the anger retreats, Kazuya nods. “Yeah, I know. It’s just.. hard to forget, that’s all.” They both know what he’s referring to, and no further elaboration is required.
Jin nods in understanding, but doesn’t apologise. Kazuya figures they still have a ways to go before that will happen, if ever. Silence stretches between them for some time, the sound of Kazuya occasionally sniffing the only thing to break it, and Jin never moves. Their shoulders are pressed together tight enough that Jin’s body heat radiates into Kazuya, warming him in more than a physical sense.
“He kissed me. And.. touched me. It - it was my first kiss.”
Jin jerks, eyebrows falling into a glare of concentration, but he doesn’t start throwing angry words. Instead, he calmly asks, “Will you tell me who?”
Kazuya shakes his head and whispers, “No.”
Another period of silence ensconces them, the air in the locker room filled with their thoughts. It’s Jin who breaks the silence this time. “When I need to get over something bad I replace it with something good.” Jin is facing him, a smirk on his lips that says ‘who wouldn’t want this’ that almost makes Kazuya scoff.
The answer is so dysfunctional, so against every bit of logic that Kazuya holds, that he thinks it just might work. “And who do you suggest I kiss?”
Jin looks offended, but then he sits up straighter and puffs out his chest. “Who else? You couldn’t do better than this.”
Kazuya finds himself nodding, even as his thoughts protest wildly; this is Akanishi Jin, his friend, or whatever, who he has never spoken like this before. Jin is already leaning in, his eyes focused on Kazuya’s lips, which Kazuya knows are swollen from the unexpected kiss and from his subsequent grip upon them. He finds himself moving in as well, and they almost seem to be going in slow motion, creeping toward each other slowly and carefully.
It’s Jin who takes the initiative to close the gap, brushing his slightly chapped lips over Kazuya’s in a light kiss. After a moment of barely touching together, Jin deepens the kiss enough that he is caressing Kazuya’s lips with his own.
Kazuya pulls away before it can go any further, red staining his cheeks, and says, “Thank you.”
The soft look on Jin face melts into something like a leer as he says, “No problem.”
Jin smirks at Kazuya and stands, walking away and leave Kazuya to watch his retreating back.
Kazuya knows this won’t make everything okay, that it won’t erase the memory of Matsumoto, but it did make his day just a little bit better. And he’s discovered that maybe Akanishi Jin will be a better friend than he thought he could ever be.
THE END
I was pretty messed up some time ago, and my friend said this to me: “When I need to get over something bad I replace it with something good.” and it helped me to get through some deep shit, and I started thinking that maybe I could use this in a fic, but then I listened this song, and all I could think was this, so I made it a drabble instead.