Of coffee and spices. {Chapter ONE
Title. Of coffee and spices.
Author. Me // Nakoo
Pairing(s). Akame (KamenashixAkanishi)
Genre. Romance
Rating. PG-13 to be safe.
Disclaimers. I own the world. (And I'm delusional...)
Summary. From spices to coffee, a story of a young man who meets another one in a very disturbing incidence. A host at night, they meet; a coffee waiter at day, they meet again.
Warning. Unbetaed. MalexMale Relationship. AU.
It was happening again, the same old song playing over and over and just over again. Always the same notes, the same tune and the same effects on people. It was just how it was now, normal and simple... Yet, the young man, 22 if asked, was everything but pleased with the situation. It wasn't something he could accept easily... How could he; his monster of a father, not that his father wasn't loving he sure did love the youngster a lot, was again paying host's to entertain his nights... And the creature which overtook his mother didn't care nor did she do a great job at covering up her affairs. With the librarian down the block, with a man twice her junior and so one. It was normal, now, how his family was so not normal... And strangely, he was the only one affected by all this. So he was once again tracking down his stupid father to bring him back home and maybe, just maybe, get the two of them (Where was his mother anyway? In an escapade with her new flirt, maybe so.) in one room and throw the key after locking them for good. So be it if they rot of oldness of some sort.
So here was Kamenashi Kazuya, age 22, parents still married and far from faithful, his relationships: disastrous. And that very young man was seen walking past people ignoring shoots and cries, almost forgetting to apologize when cutting someone off. The man, furious as he was, didn't lose focus on his new business-like subject; get his father out of that famous host bar the man toke pleasure forgetting everything but wasting money. (Not that they needed money; they were rich after all.) Kame soon found himself in front of the main door of Cupio-05. The tall door illuminated with glaring lights prisoner of cages of glass slowly crept open and a slight musky odor, a mix of sins and sinners, flared around the place like dancing steps, twirling and twisting and the man, young and youthful, stepped in, his face acting as an identity card (Who didn't know about the Kamenashi's anyway!). It didn't take much longer before his deep brown eyes spotted the man he was searching for, the man who was now occupied by a much younger man, about his own age, pouting and pulling the hands of the older man, ready to dance, that little minx (Okay, it was a man but still.) was. Kame didn't waste another precious moment staring at the swaying hips nor did he pay attention to the cute pouting, he only walked briskly towards his own father and pushed the man dusted with fairy dust off his fathers laps.
"Father, what kind of outrageous things do you thing you are doing. Doing this to mother, she will never recover from such a happening. Do you have no respect towards her, did it grow cold as you did? What is going through that mind of yours and... Let's not even talk about that slut of yours (An offended cough chopped his sentences like a razor, yet the man never stopped)... Tell me you'll get rid of him and finish this for good."
"Kazuya, your mother already knows for one and second of all, I don't think I educated you with such an impolite tongue. This gentle man, I have known for a couple years now, his a very vibrant young man and deserves respect like you give to anybody else. Now, I don't want you telling off my little A.J. He's my personal escort here and I like it that way, thank you Kazuya." Said the man pushing slightly his son farther and almost purring when the said escort dug his nails in the sensitive skin behind his ears. The escort bowed slowly, a small smile stretching his lips, his hands lingering behind the ear caressing with delicacy the abused patch of skin. Without a word, the man escaped and went to entertain a group of drunk guys who were trying to seduce a new, and very shy, host who was still very much uncomfortable with the whole process.
"The kid... He's a nice one, I tell you. Stay away from him and don't make him miserable like you're doing with me, Kamenashi. I don't usually accept being bossed around, but I had a tad too much to drink, so I'll go, but never for good. A.J is a very charming person."
"Whatever, father... Please go back to the car, it's waiting up front. I have business to do before, I won't be long."
Kamenashi found himself alone within the crowded place and soon spotted the man he was to talk with; A.J. A smile, scary scary, crept like the sun passing through the clouds, slowly his lips were turning up in a scary pull and he gently placed his hand on the host's hand, making the other jump slightly out of his skin before turning and smiling, eyes shining with curiosity.
"Listen and listen to me well, you Slut. I don't like people abusing of other people's money and the little attention whore you are, well, I'm not liking that either. You need to get over that mother complex of yours where she wasn't there enough. Well, grow up Kid, that's life. Now, stay away from my father, he doesn't need you and never will."
"On please? That's the best you could muster and the mommy thing, do you think we all have motherless complexes? Where do you come from, anyway, Stupid Ville? That doesn't mean a thing, why we do what we do. I'm payed to have a good time with your father, I'll do it. You don't know me, so don't go around acting like a male alpha and go away if you hate this arrangement so much, I like what I do and that's my choice. Now, go back to Sejiro, he'll become lonely. Please visit us again, Kamenashi-san, I'll adore making you purr under my ministrations." And the man, classy as his words twisted around and flew away, shimmers following his thin hips. The other left there, alone, shook his head and rolled his shoulders, trying to get away from the said words. This did not happen, he said to himself, walking away with utter disgust. While his father was away from here, he would be happy. And the man walked away, cutting between two drunk men and trailing towards the waiting car, his father loved into the back seat, snoring slightly with peace. Finally, everything was in its normal place.
And as the door of Cupio-05 closed, a young and very youthful man slowly smiled, turning towards his new client the man couldn't help but thing they'll see each others again, and that, they would.
****
A young man was running around in his house, a boot on his left foot (Because he didn't find the right one), a mug for coffee in his right hand and a very confused face. (Where in hell was his other boot? Shouldn't it be beside the other one, like he always did?) He ran and ran, twirling around in his apartment and one would find his younger brother laughing his breakfast away, his eyes following Jin from the living room.
"I'm going to be late, really late!
"Stop laughing! It's not funny, you idiot, I'm searching my precious boot here, Help me will ya?" Whined the running man, bending on his knees to look under the couch and finally a very feminine scream bolted out of the mouth of the pretty man, his hand holding up the famous boot with pride. He had found the well-beloved boot and now he could get out of this apartment and run towards his working place.
"PIN! IF I EVER FIND MY BOOT IN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN, I'LL MAKE YOU holler" screamed the man in a very high note, his brother, Reio, laughing still.
"Don't forget the coffee in that mug of yours, dear brother." Reio said.
And another screech was heard, running steps turning back into the kitchen.
****
Jin arrived in a small coffee shop with his breath stolen from his lungs, he bent his torso, his hands holding him still. That breath of his, long lost was slowly catching up and the man, still breathless from all the running and screaming, brought his very pink mug to his lips only to find nothing but... exactly that, nothing in his mug. A pout formed his lips: he was no good without coffee.
"I'm here!" said Jin with an exhausted voice, tiredness slowly creeping on his arms, slowly making way towards his heart and brain.
"I have coffee, Jin, come here, I'll give you some as you surely lost all that coffee from your girly mug!" Was the response he received from Maru, his friend for a year.
The tired man grunted a response that sounded like "Yeah, yeah... I'm coming, big nose and it's not girly it's pink" but that was clearly arguable.
****
Jin loved his job, he really did. He worked as a waiter in a small coffee shop with a couple friends and Maru. The job payed enough for him to care for the place and he worked there for over a year now... And that morning, he grunted at everyone in the coffee shop for almost an hour, the man slowly started to warm up and wake up at the same time and... As the lights were flickered open, a light blinked "Open" over and over again was lit up, his smile was awakened and the man was ready to work.
****
Jin smiled at his new customer, a bright voice greeting the person, ready to take the new order and as the American black coffee, no sugar, two milks not cream thank you very much, Jin was ready to perform his usually bright character to the next and the next person coming in.
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Kame wasn't one for petite unknown coffee shops preferring the most well known places, yet at this morning, something special arrived, he was in no mood to proceed what he usually did (Student in a very prestigious college) and that meant stopping to get a coffee and NOW. So he was seen, walking towards a very beautiful shop where people sold coffee and was soon greeted with a very young man, well about his age, with curly hair, a fresh scent of sunshine and coffee and a small spicy scent and a very, very familiar face... Kame stood there, surprised to see that same face twice in a row. He frowned and finally arched an eyebrow to the person, a small smile playing on his perfect lips.
"I didn't quit, if that's what you are thinking. I simply work here too, thank you. I told you, didn't I, you'd come back.
"Oh, how rude of me... What would you like to order, Mister?" Announced the person behind the counter, a very funny smile curling his lips.
"I didn't say something, please don't take offence over what I said yesterday, but stay away from my father.
"I'd like black coffee, strong too. No sugar, no cream and no milk. Black, strong coffee only, thank you."
"Boring thing you like. Black coffee. Is your heart as black, I wonder? No fun in life, I imagine.
"Black coffee, I'll bring that to you. Please wait a bit. Would you like something else with the coffee?"
"No. And please don't be so casual with me."
****
Soon Kame was gone, wondering about the man he had seen yesterday, all spicy, smelling of vanilla and glitter illuminating over his skin and now the man had fluffy hair, a sweet odor (Sunshine and Rainbow came to his mind) and an almost angelic persona his clothing more decent then those of yesterday too. He smiled slightly, maybe they'd see one another again.