Stuck with you
Title: Stuck with you
Pairings: Akame, Pikame, ShuujiAkiraPin, Koyato
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: POssible NC-17
Notes: Dedicated to Stephy-chan. Happy 15th birthday(yes I know you're not yet 17 XD)
Summary: Kame and Shuuji meets and chaos abound as realms are crossed without restraints
Challenge fic
Disclaimer: Nobody in this fic belongs to me. Stephanie is my best friend so there ;P
Prologue
"Kame-chan, take a rest!" Shouted Jin in exasperation. The aforementioned male who was skinny beyond believe simply tilted his head in reply and continued practising his dance moves, his figure replicated in the mirrors before him. As the squicks of his shoes echoed in the brightly litted studio, Jin could only look on helplessly as his dearest band member continued to torture himself till god knows when.
'Giri giri de itsumo ikiteitai kara saa~' Resounded through the almost empty room slicing through the harsh tension like a sharp katana. In his haste to attend to his keitai, he almost dropped it thankfully holding onto his handphone strap like a lifeline. He flipped the cover open to see his best friend's
face on the screen.
"Moshi Moshi~" Answered Jin with delight. He could always count on Yamapi to cheer him up of this sombre mood.
"Oi, Bakanishi. What time is it now?!" Growled Yamapi. Though it was slight, the beat of the music provided a comfortable background.
Jin glanced at the black colored clock that contrasted with the stark white walls, a sore eye to look at. He replied eagerly, not catching the hint in Yamapi's question. "It's around 6.57pm. Why? Don't tell me you called me just to ask for the time?" Even to Jin, his reply seemed odd.
"6.57? 6.57?!" Said Yamapi incredulously. "You were supposed to meet me at the station at 6.30pm and you asked me why I called?! I was worried damn it. You're a Bakanishi. You could get mobbed by fans or lost and you wouldn't know it!"
Jin visibly pouted but he knew that if he stopped Yamapi in the middle of his lecture, he'd only start over, prolonging his torture. He peeked at Kame-chan who was still rehearsing non-stop eventhough his sweat was in bucketfuls.
They chatted on the keitai, Yamapi keeping Jin company, knowing that it could not be helped. It was past 11pm when Kame decided that he had pushed himself enough.
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Chapter 1
Upon reaching home, Kame took of his shoes and put away his keys. He staggered into the living room, his body muscles worn and desperately needing a good
soak in warm water.
Living alone, something Kame had wished for when he was a teenager yearning for freedom. The silence took time getting used to. Ever since he realised that his 'Tadaima' echoed through the empty house, sent pangs of loneliness, he stopped doing it.
He switched on the light and placed his bag on the table. Reaching into a nearby mini fridge, he took out a bottle of mineral water before gulping down the liquid in seconds, the bitter taste burning a trail in his throat into his stomach. His thirst was quenched.
Kame proceeded to the bathroom to have his shower before going to sleep. As soon as his head hit the cushioned pillow that his mum had sewn for him, he went off into la-la land.
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-Somewhere else-
"Shuuuuuji-kun~!"
Shuuji sighed. He regretted the day he had agreed to rent and apartment with Akira. His father had disagreed, mumbling something along the lines of having to protect his innocent son from being defiled but one look from Akira accompanied by a downwards punching motion made him cave in. Assuringly, Akira had offered to pay for the rent fee seeing as he was a rich man's son. What had Shuuji gotten himself into...
Currently, Akira was sprawled out on the tatami mat, his head on Shuuji's lap, uninvited. Akira was rather aggresive in his actions, not really seeking for a second opinion and just going ahead without thinking thoroughly thus not giving Shuuji much options. He was still of course grateful to have Akira keep him in check everytime he accidentally reverts back to his old manipulating self. Not that he would tell the baka that. It would make his ego worse than it already was now.
Akira tugged on a strand of Shuuji's hair, testing it's stringiness before pulling it out of it's home in Shuuji's scalp. Now if there was anything that one should not do, it would be to touch Shuuji's hair because there would be hell to pay.
But it was Shuuji's fault! He thought. He had tried to catch his attention from waving his hand to making kissing faces, none of which had worked and the dangling strand before him was too hard to resist. Kusano Akira is never ignored, he fumed.
Shuuji's reaction was tremendous as expected. He yelled and pushed Akira's head off his lap with vengeance, satisfied to hear the loud thump when the floor kissed Akira's empty head.
Akira whimpered, clutching the back of his head. He tried to rub away the pain like a kicked puppy licking it's own wounds.
"Mou~ Shuuji-kun hidoi." He pouted.
"That will teach you to touch my hair again." Shuuji smirked. He stood up and stretched his numb legs for a moment before heading towards the kitchen to make lunch for the both of them.
Akira grumbled, not because of the bump that had formed at the back of his head courtesy of Shuuji but because he was alone.
Shuuji's head popped out. "Would you like to help me wash vegetables?"
Glossary
Keitai - handphone
Tadaima - I'm back
Hidoi - Mean
A/N: I know it's late yay XD Well as can be seen, I have yet to finish the fic in one go. My brain seems to be lacking in juices and I'm going around asking people to give me ideas ~_~ BUT, I'll make sure to update at least weekly..could be more than the number of chapters I promised you^o^ And I'm sorry it's so short >.<
TBC.
Pairings: Akame, Pikame, ShuujiAkiraPin, Koyato
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: POssible NC-17
Notes: Dedicated to Stephy-chan. Happy 15th birthday(yes I know you're not yet 17 XD)
Summary: Kame and Shuuji meets and chaos abound as realms are crossed without restraints
Challenge fic
Disclaimer: Nobody in this fic belongs to me. Stephanie is my best friend so there ;P
Prologue
"Kame-chan, take a rest!" Shouted Jin in exasperation. The aforementioned male who was skinny beyond believe simply tilted his head in reply and continued practising his dance moves, his figure replicated in the mirrors before him. As the squicks of his shoes echoed in the brightly litted studio, Jin could only look on helplessly as his dearest band member continued to torture himself till god knows when.
'Giri giri de itsumo ikiteitai kara saa~' Resounded through the almost empty room slicing through the harsh tension like a sharp katana. In his haste to attend to his keitai, he almost dropped it thankfully holding onto his handphone strap like a lifeline. He flipped the cover open to see his best friend's
face on the screen.
"Moshi Moshi~" Answered Jin with delight. He could always count on Yamapi to cheer him up of this sombre mood.
"Oi, Bakanishi. What time is it now?!" Growled Yamapi. Though it was slight, the beat of the music provided a comfortable background.
Jin glanced at the black colored clock that contrasted with the stark white walls, a sore eye to look at. He replied eagerly, not catching the hint in Yamapi's question. "It's around 6.57pm. Why? Don't tell me you called me just to ask for the time?" Even to Jin, his reply seemed odd.
"6.57? 6.57?!" Said Yamapi incredulously. "You were supposed to meet me at the station at 6.30pm and you asked me why I called?! I was worried damn it. You're a Bakanishi. You could get mobbed by fans or lost and you wouldn't know it!"
Jin visibly pouted but he knew that if he stopped Yamapi in the middle of his lecture, he'd only start over, prolonging his torture. He peeked at Kame-chan who was still rehearsing non-stop eventhough his sweat was in bucketfuls.
They chatted on the keitai, Yamapi keeping Jin company, knowing that it could not be helped. It was past 11pm when Kame decided that he had pushed himself enough.
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Chapter 1
Upon reaching home, Kame took of his shoes and put away his keys. He staggered into the living room, his body muscles worn and desperately needing a good
soak in warm water.
Living alone, something Kame had wished for when he was a teenager yearning for freedom. The silence took time getting used to. Ever since he realised that his 'Tadaima' echoed through the empty house, sent pangs of loneliness, he stopped doing it.
He switched on the light and placed his bag on the table. Reaching into a nearby mini fridge, he took out a bottle of mineral water before gulping down the liquid in seconds, the bitter taste burning a trail in his throat into his stomach. His thirst was quenched.
Kame proceeded to the bathroom to have his shower before going to sleep. As soon as his head hit the cushioned pillow that his mum had sewn for him, he went off into la-la land.
-----------------------------------------------------------
-Somewhere else-
"Shuuuuuji-kun~!"
Shuuji sighed. He regretted the day he had agreed to rent and apartment with Akira. His father had disagreed, mumbling something along the lines of having to protect his innocent son from being defiled but one look from Akira accompanied by a downwards punching motion made him cave in. Assuringly, Akira had offered to pay for the rent fee seeing as he was a rich man's son. What had Shuuji gotten himself into...
Currently, Akira was sprawled out on the tatami mat, his head on Shuuji's lap, uninvited. Akira was rather aggresive in his actions, not really seeking for a second opinion and just going ahead without thinking thoroughly thus not giving Shuuji much options. He was still of course grateful to have Akira keep him in check everytime he accidentally reverts back to his old manipulating self. Not that he would tell the baka that. It would make his ego worse than it already was now.
Akira tugged on a strand of Shuuji's hair, testing it's stringiness before pulling it out of it's home in Shuuji's scalp. Now if there was anything that one should not do, it would be to touch Shuuji's hair because there would be hell to pay.
But it was Shuuji's fault! He thought. He had tried to catch his attention from waving his hand to making kissing faces, none of which had worked and the dangling strand before him was too hard to resist. Kusano Akira is never ignored, he fumed.
Shuuji's reaction was tremendous as expected. He yelled and pushed Akira's head off his lap with vengeance, satisfied to hear the loud thump when the floor kissed Akira's empty head.
Akira whimpered, clutching the back of his head. He tried to rub away the pain like a kicked puppy licking it's own wounds.
"Mou~ Shuuji-kun hidoi." He pouted.
"That will teach you to touch my hair again." Shuuji smirked. He stood up and stretched his numb legs for a moment before heading towards the kitchen to make lunch for the both of them.
Akira grumbled, not because of the bump that had formed at the back of his head courtesy of Shuuji but because he was alone.
Shuuji's head popped out. "Would you like to help me wash vegetables?"
Glossary
Keitai - handphone
Tadaima - I'm back
Hidoi - Mean
A/N: I know it's late yay XD Well as can be seen, I have yet to finish the fic in one go. My brain seems to be lacking in juices and I'm going around asking people to give me ideas ~_~ BUT, I'll make sure to update at least weekly..could be more than the number of chapters I promised you^o^ And I'm sorry it's so short >.<
TBC.