Fourth Avenue Café - Chapter 12
Title: Fourth Avenue Café
Pairings: Akame, slight Ryopi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jin's a successful artist when a fight with his friends forces him to seek stress relief in a little café where he meets what he considers, the strangest people.
Chapter 1// Chapter 2// Chapter 3// Chapter 4// Chapter 5// Chapter 6// Chapter 7// Chapter 8// Chapter 9// Chapter 10// Chapter 11
Chapter 12:
They continued to stare at each other, Kame from the bed and Jin from the door. “…what are you doing here…?”
The singer could only stand there. He managed to drag his feet over to the other and handed the card and rose to the other. The younger man blinked and accepted the gifts rather dumbfounded. Finally, Jin spoke, “this…this is real, right?”
Kame could only nod at the question.
“You’re actually here, right? I’m not dreaming this up. Please tell me I’m not dreaming because I’ve had this dream before where I find you and I’m all happy then you turn into Ueda and you bite my neck and drink my all blood then you laugh and throw my dead body in a ditch and everyone’s looking for me and when they finally find me I’m all decayed and stuff and Ryo and Pi are too busy with their competitive soft-core porno shoots to care and then I wake up screaming!”
The other continued staring at him, “No, you’re not dreaming Jin.”
The singer pursed his lips, unconvinced, “Wait, I need to pinch something so make sure.”
So he pinched the other’s cheek, Kame drew away in protest, rubbing his abused cheek, “Hey! You’re supposed to pinch yourself!”
He blinked blankly at the other, “why would I do that? It’d hurt.” When he received a glare instead of an answer, he pursed his lips again, “well you didn’t turn into Ueda or a vampire or anything, so I guess this isn’t a dream then…”
“I already told you that,” Kame frowned and repeated himself once more, “What are you doing here, Jin?”
The singer shot him an incredulous look, “To see you of course!”
“Jin-”
“I need you to pay my medical bills!”
The other’s brows furled in a confused manner, “…what? Why?”
Jin grabbed his hand and placed in over his heart, “Because my heart hurts! It hurts whenever you’re not around and you haven’t been around for a long time! Do you know how painful it was for me!? Having long term heartbreak was like living everyday with constant heart attacks or severe heartburns except you never die even though sometimes you wish you would since it hurt like hell!”
A moment later, the other began yelling back, “You were supposed to move on!”
He frowned, “I tried! I went on dates, I went to clubs, got drunk a couple times…I tried everything! I probably could’ve been married with a family by now if it wasn’t for you!”
The other's eyes widened, “Me!? What did I do!?”
Exasperated, he exclaimed, “Every time I went on a date, even though I was with really hot women, all I kept seeing was you! It was always you! It’s like you planted a virus inside of me and every time I try to think of something else, you pop up in my mind like one of those cheap, annoying advertisement!”
Before the other could retort, he wrapped his arms around the other. Kame blinked in confusion, “…Jin?”
“I kept looking and looking and now, I finally found you. So please, don’t leave me like that again. I don’t think I’d be able to handle it…”
He felt the other relax in his arms, “…how did you find me, Jin?” the other asked softly. His heart fluttered at his name being called. “Was it Tat-chan? I bet it was Tat-chan…he’s been looking for an excuse to tell you where I was for awhile now.”
“Has your English improved?”
Jin blinked and said nothing, the waiter frowned, “I knew it.”
“Wait, before you get mad at anyone…” he looked around, “you have a really nice room here…wow…this is like a first class room or something…”
This caused the other gave a small smile at the comment, “That would be courtesy of Tat-chan and his parents who probably hate me now because their son is constantly here instead of being elsewhere, making money, or spending time with them. But yea, it’s pretty nice and bearable, considering that I’ve been in and out of this room constantly for the past year now, and I’ve been living here for the past week…”
The singer let go and gave himself a little tour around the room, there was a television, a DVD player, a stereo and all that. He was quite pleased when he saw that on top of the stereo were his CDs. The room was decorated rather thoroughly with pictures too. If the walls weren’t painfully white, he would’ve called it the other’s home.
Crouching down a bit, he looked at the pictures on top of the drawers; they were of Kame and the other waiters, probably when they were still in school. Then there were individual and duet pictures, and a particularly startling picture of Kame and Ueda grinning like idiots.
His eyes widened as he continued looking at the other pictures, “wow…” he paused when he reached a picture of him when he was younger, arms wrapped around another boy, “hey, this is me! And this is you when you were still all dorky and your eyebrows were still…yea…”
“Thanks…” the other muttered dryly.
He turned around, “you look so different now…actually, you look different from last year too…you’ve lost a lot of weight, haven’t you?”
“Have I?”
“Yea, you have, you weigh what? 45 kilograms?”
Kame hesitated for a moment, “…40 actually…”
Wide eyed, he stared at the other, “what!? What have they been feeding you here!? Are you anorexic now!? You know what? I’m going to sneak you out of here and stuff you so full of food it’ll come out of your nose!”
Giving a small smile, the younger man shook his head, “I haven’t had much of an appetite lately, that’s all. Don’t you have work?”
“Probably-don’t you dare change the subject on me. Do you know what you’ve done to me, other than brutally strangle my heart?” He grabbed his newest CD off the stereo and held it in front of the other’s face, “look at this! I wrote all these songs, what do you notice about them?”
Kame blinked and looked from the list of songs to the singer, “…they’re good?”
“Yes they are, but that’s not it. You, I’m constantly writing about you or some strange notion of you, but it’s still you. And you know what? They’re not happy songs. Because of you I was constantly worried, always wondering how you were doing and all that, it was exhausting.”
“You know, if you’re here to make me feel guilty, it’s working.” Jin stopped talking and watched him as he held back his tears, “it’s not like I wanted this to happen…and this isn’t how I saw it in my head at all. I thought you’d get angry, give up and move on. I’m sorry…”
The singer frowned, voice softening, “Well you got most of it right, I got pissed, ranted about it for awhile. Got told off by your bodyguard, ranted some more, managed to redeem myself, and yea…there were so many times I wanted to give up, but then Ryo-chan would’ve laughed at me and I would’ve had to prove him wrong anyways. And you…you were the one that called me right?”
“I…I wanted to hear your voice…” the other admitted rather shamefully. “I guess that was a bad idea…”
“No! No it wasn’t! It’s not like I was going to give up anyways, so hearing your voice just motivated me more, that’s all.” He hugged the other again.
“Jin, what are you doing?”
He jutted his lips out, “didn’t you watch TV on your birthday?”
“Yea…on the threat that you were going to run down the street screaming my name.”
“Then you must've heard it, that when I find that special person, I’m going to hold them and never let go.”
“Jin…” Kame gave a sad laugh, “I was actually afraid you’d forget me…”
His emotions flared as he tightened his hold on the other, “If you were afraid then why didn’t you say something!? I would’ve came up here after work or something! I would’ve visited you; made it less lonely for you…I would’ve done something…anything…so why? Why didn’t you say anything!?”
“I’m sorry Jin, I’m sorry,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “I didn’t want you to find out…”
The singer could feel his stomach tying itself into a knot, “…find out what?”
“That not all fairytales have happy endings…”
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He held his breath as he stared at the other. He had let go and pulled up a chair next to the bed while Kame sat there, cross-legged, hugging a large stuffed turtle to his chest (it was the one that he had bought him as a gift after he got into Johnny’s, he vaguely recalled). “…what do you mean?”
The waiter stared right back at him, “You…did you come here hoping to save me again?”
Jin’s brows furled at the comment, “I actually still have no idea what you’re talking about when you say that I save you all those years back. But obviously I want to save you…again.”
Kame shot him a sad smile behind the turtle, “that’s just like you, doing heroic deeds without realizing it.”
“I still have no idea what you’re talking about, explain.”
“You grew up with the notion that all fairytales had happy endings, didn’t you? I didn’t want to be the one to shatter your dreams…I mean this has been kind of like a fairytale, hasn’t it? After you moved, we lost touch, then suddenly we meet again and all that happened. It was perfect, wasn’t it? Our fairytale…or at least I thought so…and perfect fairytales are supposed to have happy endings…but ours won’t have one and you deserve nothing less than a happy ending.”
He was afraid of the answer but he would’ve never let himself live if he didn’t ask, “why?” When the other looked away, he stood up and leaned forward on the bed so that their faces were merely inches apart, “Why can’t our fairytale have a happy ending!? Is it because of me, because if it is, I want to get the begging and groveling out of the way now.”
The other turned to stare at him, “It’s not you, the universe doesn’t revolve around you, you know.”
“Then why? Why can’t we create our own happy ending for this screwed up story?”
The younger man hesitated for a moment, “Why do you think I’m here in the first place, Jin?”
His heart skipped a beat, “I have no idea…why are you here? Why’ve you been here for the past year? How much longer do you have to be here?”
“Actually, I don’t know…”
“What?”
Kame frowned, “Jin…I’m going in for surgery tomorrow.”
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A/N: Shortish chapter! Hmmm...what else? Having no homework makes me paranoid...other than that...ugh, my brain's dead so I'll just shut up. Enjoy!
Pairings: Akame, slight Ryopi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jin's a successful artist when a fight with his friends forces him to seek stress relief in a little café where he meets what he considers, the strangest people.
Chapter 1// Chapter 2// Chapter 3// Chapter 4// Chapter 5// Chapter 6// Chapter 7// Chapter 8// Chapter 9// Chapter 10// Chapter 11
Chapter 12:
They continued to stare at each other, Kame from the bed and Jin from the door. “…what are you doing here…?”
The singer could only stand there. He managed to drag his feet over to the other and handed the card and rose to the other. The younger man blinked and accepted the gifts rather dumbfounded. Finally, Jin spoke, “this…this is real, right?”
Kame could only nod at the question.
“You’re actually here, right? I’m not dreaming this up. Please tell me I’m not dreaming because I’ve had this dream before where I find you and I’m all happy then you turn into Ueda and you bite my neck and drink my all blood then you laugh and throw my dead body in a ditch and everyone’s looking for me and when they finally find me I’m all decayed and stuff and Ryo and Pi are too busy with their competitive soft-core porno shoots to care and then I wake up screaming!”
The other continued staring at him, “No, you’re not dreaming Jin.”
The singer pursed his lips, unconvinced, “Wait, I need to pinch something so make sure.”
So he pinched the other’s cheek, Kame drew away in protest, rubbing his abused cheek, “Hey! You’re supposed to pinch yourself!”
He blinked blankly at the other, “why would I do that? It’d hurt.” When he received a glare instead of an answer, he pursed his lips again, “well you didn’t turn into Ueda or a vampire or anything, so I guess this isn’t a dream then…”
“I already told you that,” Kame frowned and repeated himself once more, “What are you doing here, Jin?”
The singer shot him an incredulous look, “To see you of course!”
“Jin-”
“I need you to pay my medical bills!”
The other’s brows furled in a confused manner, “…what? Why?”
Jin grabbed his hand and placed in over his heart, “Because my heart hurts! It hurts whenever you’re not around and you haven’t been around for a long time! Do you know how painful it was for me!? Having long term heartbreak was like living everyday with constant heart attacks or severe heartburns except you never die even though sometimes you wish you would since it hurt like hell!”
A moment later, the other began yelling back, “You were supposed to move on!”
He frowned, “I tried! I went on dates, I went to clubs, got drunk a couple times…I tried everything! I probably could’ve been married with a family by now if it wasn’t for you!”
The other's eyes widened, “Me!? What did I do!?”
Exasperated, he exclaimed, “Every time I went on a date, even though I was with really hot women, all I kept seeing was you! It was always you! It’s like you planted a virus inside of me and every time I try to think of something else, you pop up in my mind like one of those cheap, annoying advertisement!”
Before the other could retort, he wrapped his arms around the other. Kame blinked in confusion, “…Jin?”
“I kept looking and looking and now, I finally found you. So please, don’t leave me like that again. I don’t think I’d be able to handle it…”
He felt the other relax in his arms, “…how did you find me, Jin?” the other asked softly. His heart fluttered at his name being called. “Was it Tat-chan? I bet it was Tat-chan…he’s been looking for an excuse to tell you where I was for awhile now.”
“Has your English improved?”
Jin blinked and said nothing, the waiter frowned, “I knew it.”
“Wait, before you get mad at anyone…” he looked around, “you have a really nice room here…wow…this is like a first class room or something…”
This caused the other gave a small smile at the comment, “That would be courtesy of Tat-chan and his parents who probably hate me now because their son is constantly here instead of being elsewhere, making money, or spending time with them. But yea, it’s pretty nice and bearable, considering that I’ve been in and out of this room constantly for the past year now, and I’ve been living here for the past week…”
The singer let go and gave himself a little tour around the room, there was a television, a DVD player, a stereo and all that. He was quite pleased when he saw that on top of the stereo were his CDs. The room was decorated rather thoroughly with pictures too. If the walls weren’t painfully white, he would’ve called it the other’s home.
Crouching down a bit, he looked at the pictures on top of the drawers; they were of Kame and the other waiters, probably when they were still in school. Then there were individual and duet pictures, and a particularly startling picture of Kame and Ueda grinning like idiots.
His eyes widened as he continued looking at the other pictures, “wow…” he paused when he reached a picture of him when he was younger, arms wrapped around another boy, “hey, this is me! And this is you when you were still all dorky and your eyebrows were still…yea…”
“Thanks…” the other muttered dryly.
He turned around, “you look so different now…actually, you look different from last year too…you’ve lost a lot of weight, haven’t you?”
“Have I?”
“Yea, you have, you weigh what? 45 kilograms?”
Kame hesitated for a moment, “…40 actually…”
Wide eyed, he stared at the other, “what!? What have they been feeding you here!? Are you anorexic now!? You know what? I’m going to sneak you out of here and stuff you so full of food it’ll come out of your nose!”
Giving a small smile, the younger man shook his head, “I haven’t had much of an appetite lately, that’s all. Don’t you have work?”
“Probably-don’t you dare change the subject on me. Do you know what you’ve done to me, other than brutally strangle my heart?” He grabbed his newest CD off the stereo and held it in front of the other’s face, “look at this! I wrote all these songs, what do you notice about them?”
Kame blinked and looked from the list of songs to the singer, “…they’re good?”
“Yes they are, but that’s not it. You, I’m constantly writing about you or some strange notion of you, but it’s still you. And you know what? They’re not happy songs. Because of you I was constantly worried, always wondering how you were doing and all that, it was exhausting.”
“You know, if you’re here to make me feel guilty, it’s working.” Jin stopped talking and watched him as he held back his tears, “it’s not like I wanted this to happen…and this isn’t how I saw it in my head at all. I thought you’d get angry, give up and move on. I’m sorry…”
The singer frowned, voice softening, “Well you got most of it right, I got pissed, ranted about it for awhile. Got told off by your bodyguard, ranted some more, managed to redeem myself, and yea…there were so many times I wanted to give up, but then Ryo-chan would’ve laughed at me and I would’ve had to prove him wrong anyways. And you…you were the one that called me right?”
“I…I wanted to hear your voice…” the other admitted rather shamefully. “I guess that was a bad idea…”
“No! No it wasn’t! It’s not like I was going to give up anyways, so hearing your voice just motivated me more, that’s all.” He hugged the other again.
“Jin, what are you doing?”
He jutted his lips out, “didn’t you watch TV on your birthday?”
“Yea…on the threat that you were going to run down the street screaming my name.”
“Then you must've heard it, that when I find that special person, I’m going to hold them and never let go.”
“Jin…” Kame gave a sad laugh, “I was actually afraid you’d forget me…”
His emotions flared as he tightened his hold on the other, “If you were afraid then why didn’t you say something!? I would’ve came up here after work or something! I would’ve visited you; made it less lonely for you…I would’ve done something…anything…so why? Why didn’t you say anything!?”
“I’m sorry Jin, I’m sorry,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “I didn’t want you to find out…”
The singer could feel his stomach tying itself into a knot, “…find out what?”
“That not all fairytales have happy endings…”
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He held his breath as he stared at the other. He had let go and pulled up a chair next to the bed while Kame sat there, cross-legged, hugging a large stuffed turtle to his chest (it was the one that he had bought him as a gift after he got into Johnny’s, he vaguely recalled). “…what do you mean?”
The waiter stared right back at him, “You…did you come here hoping to save me again?”
Jin’s brows furled at the comment, “I actually still have no idea what you’re talking about when you say that I save you all those years back. But obviously I want to save you…again.”
Kame shot him a sad smile behind the turtle, “that’s just like you, doing heroic deeds without realizing it.”
“I still have no idea what you’re talking about, explain.”
“You grew up with the notion that all fairytales had happy endings, didn’t you? I didn’t want to be the one to shatter your dreams…I mean this has been kind of like a fairytale, hasn’t it? After you moved, we lost touch, then suddenly we meet again and all that happened. It was perfect, wasn’t it? Our fairytale…or at least I thought so…and perfect fairytales are supposed to have happy endings…but ours won’t have one and you deserve nothing less than a happy ending.”
He was afraid of the answer but he would’ve never let himself live if he didn’t ask, “why?” When the other looked away, he stood up and leaned forward on the bed so that their faces were merely inches apart, “Why can’t our fairytale have a happy ending!? Is it because of me, because if it is, I want to get the begging and groveling out of the way now.”
The other turned to stare at him, “It’s not you, the universe doesn’t revolve around you, you know.”
“Then why? Why can’t we create our own happy ending for this screwed up story?”
The younger man hesitated for a moment, “Why do you think I’m here in the first place, Jin?”
His heart skipped a beat, “I have no idea…why are you here? Why’ve you been here for the past year? How much longer do you have to be here?”
“Actually, I don’t know…”
“What?”
Kame frowned, “Jin…I’m going in for surgery tomorrow.”
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A/N: Shortish chapter! Hmmm...what else? Having no homework makes me paranoid...other than that...ugh, my brain's dead so I'll just shut up. Enjoy!