[FIC] Call me
Title: Call me (1/?)
Pairing: Akame (Akanishi Jin / Kamenashi Kazuya)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Genre: AU, (attempted) Humor, Romance
Rating: R (in later chaps)
A/N: Actually... I don’t have much to say. Baka!Jin X Call Assistant!Kame ♥ Dedicated to 0rien, beta’ed by die_gute_seite Thanks, Steffi!
CHAPTER ONE
“Kamenashi Kazuya at your service, how may I help you?”
The voice coming from the other side of the line was really nice, Jin thought. To him, it carried a feeling of gentle welcome, though the slight sultry undertone of it suggested something else. It promised more than gentleness. It made Jin shiver.
He adjusted the receiver resting between his shoulder and chin.
“Eh... hello. I got an inquiry to make, kinda.”
Jin felt like hitting himself. Obviously he got a question, why else would he call the information? What a nice start. He could practically feel the other’s smile.
“That’s what I’m here for,” the voice said, “I am positive I’ll be able to help you solve your little problem.”
Oh, you can help me anytime, Jin mused as he slowly sat down on his couch, switching the receiver from one ear to the other, and tried to remember what it was that he wanted to know again.
An amused grin spread over Yamapi’s face. “So... His voice was hot or what?”
Little was happening in the small store; it was getting darker outside and less and less people were coming to buy something. Yamapi and Jin sat at their till, talking about the reason for Jin’s previous tardiness.
“Hot?” Jin choked out. “Hot doesn’t even begin to describe it. That voice was oozing sex, I tell you,” he clarified, using every means of gesticulation to get his point across.
Pi snickered, knowing his friend tended to exaggerate. “I get it. And what did you do?”
Jin only looked at him. “I called again, of course.”
“You called again.”
“Trice.” Duh!
“You called that man trice and you honestly think he didn’t notice something was going on?” Sometimes Yamapi didn’t even try to understand the wonder that was Akanishi Jin.
“Why should I care?” Jin shrugged, turning to let his gaze wash around the empty shop. “It’s not like I’m shy or something. I like him.”
Yamapi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his friend’s words. “Right, you like him. So what now?”
“Now?”
“What are you going to do about it? Apparently his voice is hot. Did you manage to get his private number yet? Don’t do things half-heartedly,” Yamapi admonished before stopping to greet a customer.
Silently packing the shopping bag Jin thought about Pi’s words. Did he really want this? The boy seemed cute, but wasn’t that going a bit too far? Hell, for all he knew he could be really ugly! Jin shuddered. He wouldn’t want to be seen going out with someone really ugly. What would his friends say?
Who was he kidding? He didn’t need to date people he’d never seen before, even if their voice was hot. He wasn’t that desperate yet, thank you very much.
Satisfied with his conclusion, Jin handed the bag to their customer. Life could be so simple sometimes.
But, turning back to break the news to his friend, Jin stopped to think about it again. He couldn’t acutally tell Yamapi why he didn’t want that number after all. His friend had been on his heels for months now, claiming he was too fixated on outward appearances. Jin fought the urge to huff. He wasn’t shallow; he just cared about other’s opinions.
“But how should I ask for his private number? He’d think I’m stalking him!”
Jin was so proud of himself. Yamapi was always talking about how much he hated his importunity! But his friend only stared at him.
“Well, aren’t you?” Pi shrugged, promptly earning himself a smack on the head.
“It sounds bad when you say it!” Jin glared at him. He might not want that telephone number after all, but he wasn’t going to let Yamapi insult him. Not at all. Pouting, the young man sat down again.
“Honestly,” Yamapi said, suddenly serious. “Get it or I will. Got to make sure what’s so great about this voice,” he grinned at his friend.
Jin could only stare, frozen. “Don’t you dare, Yamashita!”, he burst out.
Now, that was just so wrong. What had gotten into the other? Since when had he been so… comepetitive? He couldn’t let Pi win this round. It was not right, he had his honor after all. And the Akanishi Code of Respect and Honor™ said that no friend of his would ever steal his date.
Wait. Date? Since when was call shop boy his date?
Yamapi just smiled at him sweetly. “Why not? I mean, you’ve decided to be shy about it, why shouldn’t I take my chance. Honestly Jin, if he hasn’t complained about you by now he’s interested. What call shop does he work for again?”
“Pi!!!”
For the umpteenth time Jin wondered how he got into this situation. What had the part about ‘not wanting the number’ been about again? So, why was he sitting on his couch, staring at digits in his own handwriting, the receiver of his phone lying next to him? For that matter, why hadn’t he dialed yet?
Jin hated to admit it, but he was nervous. It felt like it was his first time calling someone, ever. He didn’t want to mess this up. Call shop boy was cute, and even if he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material (How would I know he isn’t?), Jin still liked him and didn’t want to insult him by not calling when the other had given him his private number so willingly. He was doing this out of courtesy, Jin told himself.
Gulping down the lump in his throat he hit the buttons of the receiver. This was nothing. Just a call, after all.
That’s why he didn’t understand when his breath hitched at the sound of the other answering the phone.
”Yes?”
And Suddenly he didn’t know what to say. ”Hey, I’m your personal stalker. Did you miss me?” somehow didn’t sound appropriate. Did the other even know his name?
“Hello? See, this isn’t funny.” A sigh. “I’m busy.”
“Should I... call another time then?”
Jin just hoped his voice would be recognized, else this might get embarrassing for him. He was lucky though, as the surprised gasp on the other side of the line made him listen up again.
“I didn’t think you’d call. No, no... It’s alright.”
Jin could hear the distant scrape of a chair being pulled back. There was the sound of something boiling in the background as well. So the other was in his kitchen? Was he cooking? Turning around and lying down on the couch for real, Jin shook his head. Why was it of any importance in what room the other was or what he was doing? Not important at all.
An awkward, heavy silence lay between them. Jin didn’t know what to say. He had thought the conversation would just flow as soon as the other had recognized him, but apparently he had been mistaken. Really, he hadn’t known that the boy was so shy.
“So... What’s your name?”
The question was as good as any, Jin thought. At least it should get things started.
To his amazement though the silence continued. Did the other have to think about it? Was he contemplating giving Jin a fake name? He was starting to get annoyed. Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea after all. He should have never let his stupid ego take over.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“I say my name everytime I pick up the phone at work,” came the other’s dry reply. “Kamenashi Kazuya, at your service.”
Oh.
Jin could only laugh at his own stupidity and he was glad when he heard Kazuya join him. It was a nice sound, just like any Kazuya made. It was contagious.
And suddenly Jin didn’t regret dialing that number all too much.
Pairing: Akame (Akanishi Jin / Kamenashi Kazuya)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Genre: AU, (attempted) Humor, Romance
Rating: R (in later chaps)
A/N: Actually... I don’t have much to say. Baka!Jin X Call Assistant!Kame ♥ Dedicated to 0rien, beta’ed by die_gute_seite Thanks, Steffi!
CHAPTER ONE
“Kamenashi Kazuya at your service, how may I help you?”
The voice coming from the other side of the line was really nice, Jin thought. To him, it carried a feeling of gentle welcome, though the slight sultry undertone of it suggested something else. It promised more than gentleness. It made Jin shiver.
He adjusted the receiver resting between his shoulder and chin.
“Eh... hello. I got an inquiry to make, kinda.”
Jin felt like hitting himself. Obviously he got a question, why else would he call the information? What a nice start. He could practically feel the other’s smile.
“That’s what I’m here for,” the voice said, “I am positive I’ll be able to help you solve your little problem.”
Oh, you can help me anytime, Jin mused as he slowly sat down on his couch, switching the receiver from one ear to the other, and tried to remember what it was that he wanted to know again.
An amused grin spread over Yamapi’s face. “So... His voice was hot or what?”
Little was happening in the small store; it was getting darker outside and less and less people were coming to buy something. Yamapi and Jin sat at their till, talking about the reason for Jin’s previous tardiness.
“Hot?” Jin choked out. “Hot doesn’t even begin to describe it. That voice was oozing sex, I tell you,” he clarified, using every means of gesticulation to get his point across.
Pi snickered, knowing his friend tended to exaggerate. “I get it. And what did you do?”
Jin only looked at him. “I called again, of course.”
“You called again.”
“Trice.” Duh!
“You called that man trice and you honestly think he didn’t notice something was going on?” Sometimes Yamapi didn’t even try to understand the wonder that was Akanishi Jin.
“Why should I care?” Jin shrugged, turning to let his gaze wash around the empty shop. “It’s not like I’m shy or something. I like him.”
Yamapi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his friend’s words. “Right, you like him. So what now?”
“Now?”
“What are you going to do about it? Apparently his voice is hot. Did you manage to get his private number yet? Don’t do things half-heartedly,” Yamapi admonished before stopping to greet a customer.
Silently packing the shopping bag Jin thought about Pi’s words. Did he really want this? The boy seemed cute, but wasn’t that going a bit too far? Hell, for all he knew he could be really ugly! Jin shuddered. He wouldn’t want to be seen going out with someone really ugly. What would his friends say?
Who was he kidding? He didn’t need to date people he’d never seen before, even if their voice was hot. He wasn’t that desperate yet, thank you very much.
Satisfied with his conclusion, Jin handed the bag to their customer. Life could be so simple sometimes.
But, turning back to break the news to his friend, Jin stopped to think about it again. He couldn’t acutally tell Yamapi why he didn’t want that number after all. His friend had been on his heels for months now, claiming he was too fixated on outward appearances. Jin fought the urge to huff. He wasn’t shallow; he just cared about other’s opinions.
“But how should I ask for his private number? He’d think I’m stalking him!”
Jin was so proud of himself. Yamapi was always talking about how much he hated his importunity! But his friend only stared at him.
“Well, aren’t you?” Pi shrugged, promptly earning himself a smack on the head.
“It sounds bad when you say it!” Jin glared at him. He might not want that telephone number after all, but he wasn’t going to let Yamapi insult him. Not at all. Pouting, the young man sat down again.
“Honestly,” Yamapi said, suddenly serious. “Get it or I will. Got to make sure what’s so great about this voice,” he grinned at his friend.
Jin could only stare, frozen. “Don’t you dare, Yamashita!”, he burst out.
Now, that was just so wrong. What had gotten into the other? Since when had he been so… comepetitive? He couldn’t let Pi win this round. It was not right, he had his honor after all. And the Akanishi Code of Respect and Honor™ said that no friend of his would ever steal his date.
Wait. Date? Since when was call shop boy his date?
Yamapi just smiled at him sweetly. “Why not? I mean, you’ve decided to be shy about it, why shouldn’t I take my chance. Honestly Jin, if he hasn’t complained about you by now he’s interested. What call shop does he work for again?”
“Pi!!!”
For the umpteenth time Jin wondered how he got into this situation. What had the part about ‘not wanting the number’ been about again? So, why was he sitting on his couch, staring at digits in his own handwriting, the receiver of his phone lying next to him? For that matter, why hadn’t he dialed yet?
Jin hated to admit it, but he was nervous. It felt like it was his first time calling someone, ever. He didn’t want to mess this up. Call shop boy was cute, and even if he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material (How would I know he isn’t?), Jin still liked him and didn’t want to insult him by not calling when the other had given him his private number so willingly. He was doing this out of courtesy, Jin told himself.
Gulping down the lump in his throat he hit the buttons of the receiver. This was nothing. Just a call, after all.
That’s why he didn’t understand when his breath hitched at the sound of the other answering the phone.
”Yes?”
And Suddenly he didn’t know what to say. ”Hey, I’m your personal stalker. Did you miss me?” somehow didn’t sound appropriate. Did the other even know his name?
“Hello? See, this isn’t funny.” A sigh. “I’m busy.”
“Should I... call another time then?”
Jin just hoped his voice would be recognized, else this might get embarrassing for him. He was lucky though, as the surprised gasp on the other side of the line made him listen up again.
“I didn’t think you’d call. No, no... It’s alright.”
Jin could hear the distant scrape of a chair being pulled back. There was the sound of something boiling in the background as well. So the other was in his kitchen? Was he cooking? Turning around and lying down on the couch for real, Jin shook his head. Why was it of any importance in what room the other was or what he was doing? Not important at all.
An awkward, heavy silence lay between them. Jin didn’t know what to say. He had thought the conversation would just flow as soon as the other had recognized him, but apparently he had been mistaken. Really, he hadn’t known that the boy was so shy.
“So... What’s your name?”
The question was as good as any, Jin thought. At least it should get things started.
To his amazement though the silence continued. Did the other have to think about it? Was he contemplating giving Jin a fake name? He was starting to get annoyed. Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea after all. He should have never let his stupid ego take over.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“I say my name everytime I pick up the phone at work,” came the other’s dry reply. “Kamenashi Kazuya, at your service.”
Oh.
Jin could only laugh at his own stupidity and he was glad when he heard Kazuya join him. It was a nice sound, just like any Kazuya made. It was contagious.
And suddenly Jin didn’t regret dialing that number all too much.