Kame Birthday Project Drabbles
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Title: Kame Birthday Project Drabbles
Author: nimlothemeli
Pairing: Akame (Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya)
Genre: N/A
Rating: G
Disclaimer: A work of fiction. Not meant for sale or commercial use.
Note: This is a collection of four drabbles I wrote for the occasion of Kazuya's 27th birthday. Also posted on Tumblr during the day under this tag [x].
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Prompt: Strawberries
Kazuya and Jin both save their strawberries for after they’ve eaten the cake. They laugh when they realize it, joke about that TV show with the nutty “professor” who said that it can be translated into how long you wait before you kiss a girl. Kazuya and Jin has been on exactly four dates. If you can call them dates. Koki did. They themselves hadn’t even thought about it that way before that. Kazuya was afraid that Jin would get scared now, back out. Because their balance has always been so frail, like a thread of silk. Kazuya wondered if they would have to weave it into a piece of silk cloth before Kazuya could breathe again. Before they would be strong enough. But Jin surprises him. Just like he did when he had confessed to Kazuya after so many years, after Kazuya was sure he was straight because there was few things Jin loved more than girls. And kids. But here they sit, crawled up together in Jin’s small couch, the one his mother had bought for him when he moved out. The one with the big stain from where Ryo once dumped a bowl of mabo tofu. Jin looks at Kazuya, eating his strawberry, with a slightly contorted face. The one he makes when he’s thinking about something very hard. Then he leanes into Kazuya’s space and Kazuya has just enough time to swallow before a pair of soft and sweet lips are on his. Their first kiss is like saving the strawberry for last, it’s perfect in their opinion.
Prompt: Temple
Kazuya takes a few hesitant steps before he stops, he takes shallow breaths, nervous anticipation tingeling in his skin as if a buzzing electric current has found a new home in his nervous system. The air is chilled, fresh, a little moist, it’s February, it’s what he expects. Okay, a deep breath, force eyes to focus. His hands are already clean, so is his lips. Clensed and ready to ask. He reaches out, pulls the rugged rope and jerks a little when the bell makes the air vibrate, delayed, he had remembered the bell to answer quicker last time he was here. But that had been, what, six, seven years ago? After their debut, he reminds himself. He nearly loses focus on the task at hand as he tries to count the years since he had to come here the last time. It hadn’t been that much long after… no, focus. The bell continues to ring, though slower and slower, as Kazuya bows, pouring his heart out into his mind. Repeating his wish over and over again. Please, he begs, please. Tears threaten to well up in his eyes but he clenches his jaw and does what he came there for. Determination worthy of his reputation. Last time he came here he had prayed for someone to return. This time he prays that the same person will never return. One, two, his attention flickering, he claps, bows, prays. Exaustion. He has even more trouble focusing his eyes on his surroundings as he leaves. The cab is waiting for him, the radion is turned on, and even if the colume is at low he can still hear, or imagine what they’re saying. Gossip, truths, thruths that shouldn’t be - but are - true. Kazuya repeats his wish, his plea, the whole way back to the Jimusho. Please let Jin set himself free this time.
Prompt: Champagne
It’s the first time he tastes alcohol. His mother had been adament, he was not to drink any alcohol what so ever before he turned at least twenty. It had been an ongoing argument between his dad and mum, let the boy taste some, not in my house, it won’t hurt the boy, it might do just that, and so on. So now, when he is nineteen and trapped between a wall and a group of chatting people, it feels so forbidden and exciting that the taste of the cheap champagne burns its way down his throat to his stomach, makes him hum a tune he’s never heard before. He is nineteen and Jin later drags him out from the corner and pulls him behind him to the dance floor. Pushes him infront of a pretty girl and shouts “dance!” into his ear and gives the girl a knowing smile. Kazuya does as he is ordered, the glasses of champagne in him making him smile too, but he’s not very shy either way, not like Jin, who has to drink. Kazuya thinks that he’s not the turtle at all, Jin is the one with the shell and the soft voulnerable insides. He can still taste the champagne and the sweet smell of the girl’s perfume on his tongue later when Jin walks him home. Steps a little unsure, he likes the buzz of the alcohol in his head. He later wonders if this is what his mother had been so afraid of. Because when they turn a corner, he finds himself pressing Jin up against a lamppost and Jin just yields under his hands as he does all the things he did to that girl to Jin, and even more. Because the taste of champagne will always be associated with Jin, Jin, Jin, Jin, Jin and Jin. Because It will, someday, break his heart.
Prompt: Fireworks
The only time he watched the summer fireworks with Jin is the time he wants to forget them most. Because whenever he remembers it he also remembers the blank look on Jin’s face as Kazuya pushes him up against the wall in the nondescript conference room their management has locked them into. To talk things out. As if Jin leaving can be solved with talking. He also remembers how Jin doesn’t even flinche as he clashes their mouths together and the others go terribly quiet in the background. He bites down hard on Jin’s lip, just waiting for Jin to push him away and hit him in his face. Because Jin hates being touched, hates AkaKame, hates reporters writing ludicrous gossip about them. He hates lies. But Jin just stays where Kazuya’s clenched fists hold him and looks somewhere else. Kazuya remembers the way Koki pulls him back, of off Jin, the way Nakamaru comes to calm him down but ends up not knowing what to do anyway. But he mostly remembers the way Jin doesn’t even care, he just walks up to the door, knocks, and they let him out. It’s as if he knew that that was how Kazuya would react and he doesn’t even bother with giving him the pleasure of exploding in his face. As if it’s a childish game he’s too big to play. Or too tired. When Kazuya remembers that time they watched the fireworks together at the concrete bank of a river, he remembers a warm hand slowly making its way into Kazuya’s. He remembers dead eyes and his heart shattering into a million pieces because it was only held together with scotch tape anyway and when Jin leaves Japan the tape is far too old and dried out to hold the pieces together anymore. Fireworks and bloodied lips. Because he can’t separate the good from the bad anymore, not with a heart that is bleeding out.
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Title: Kame Birthday Project Drabbles
Author: nimlothemeli
Pairing: Akame (Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya)
Genre: N/A
Rating: G
Disclaimer: A work of fiction. Not meant for sale or commercial use.
Note: This is a collection of four drabbles I wrote for the occasion of Kazuya's 27th birthday. Also posted on Tumblr during the day under this tag [x].
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Prompt: Strawberries
Kazuya and Jin both save their strawberries for after they’ve eaten the cake. They laugh when they realize it, joke about that TV show with the nutty “professor” who said that it can be translated into how long you wait before you kiss a girl. Kazuya and Jin has been on exactly four dates. If you can call them dates. Koki did. They themselves hadn’t even thought about it that way before that. Kazuya was afraid that Jin would get scared now, back out. Because their balance has always been so frail, like a thread of silk. Kazuya wondered if they would have to weave it into a piece of silk cloth before Kazuya could breathe again. Before they would be strong enough. But Jin surprises him. Just like he did when he had confessed to Kazuya after so many years, after Kazuya was sure he was straight because there was few things Jin loved more than girls. And kids. But here they sit, crawled up together in Jin’s small couch, the one his mother had bought for him when he moved out. The one with the big stain from where Ryo once dumped a bowl of mabo tofu. Jin looks at Kazuya, eating his strawberry, with a slightly contorted face. The one he makes when he’s thinking about something very hard. Then he leanes into Kazuya’s space and Kazuya has just enough time to swallow before a pair of soft and sweet lips are on his. Their first kiss is like saving the strawberry for last, it’s perfect in their opinion.
Prompt: Temple
Kazuya takes a few hesitant steps before he stops, he takes shallow breaths, nervous anticipation tingeling in his skin as if a buzzing electric current has found a new home in his nervous system. The air is chilled, fresh, a little moist, it’s February, it’s what he expects. Okay, a deep breath, force eyes to focus. His hands are already clean, so is his lips. Clensed and ready to ask. He reaches out, pulls the rugged rope and jerks a little when the bell makes the air vibrate, delayed, he had remembered the bell to answer quicker last time he was here. But that had been, what, six, seven years ago? After their debut, he reminds himself. He nearly loses focus on the task at hand as he tries to count the years since he had to come here the last time. It hadn’t been that much long after… no, focus. The bell continues to ring, though slower and slower, as Kazuya bows, pouring his heart out into his mind. Repeating his wish over and over again. Please, he begs, please. Tears threaten to well up in his eyes but he clenches his jaw and does what he came there for. Determination worthy of his reputation. Last time he came here he had prayed for someone to return. This time he prays that the same person will never return. One, two, his attention flickering, he claps, bows, prays. Exaustion. He has even more trouble focusing his eyes on his surroundings as he leaves. The cab is waiting for him, the radion is turned on, and even if the colume is at low he can still hear, or imagine what they’re saying. Gossip, truths, thruths that shouldn’t be - but are - true. Kazuya repeats his wish, his plea, the whole way back to the Jimusho. Please let Jin set himself free this time.
Prompt: Champagne
It’s the first time he tastes alcohol. His mother had been adament, he was not to drink any alcohol what so ever before he turned at least twenty. It had been an ongoing argument between his dad and mum, let the boy taste some, not in my house, it won’t hurt the boy, it might do just that, and so on. So now, when he is nineteen and trapped between a wall and a group of chatting people, it feels so forbidden and exciting that the taste of the cheap champagne burns its way down his throat to his stomach, makes him hum a tune he’s never heard before. He is nineteen and Jin later drags him out from the corner and pulls him behind him to the dance floor. Pushes him infront of a pretty girl and shouts “dance!” into his ear and gives the girl a knowing smile. Kazuya does as he is ordered, the glasses of champagne in him making him smile too, but he’s not very shy either way, not like Jin, who has to drink. Kazuya thinks that he’s not the turtle at all, Jin is the one with the shell and the soft voulnerable insides. He can still taste the champagne and the sweet smell of the girl’s perfume on his tongue later when Jin walks him home. Steps a little unsure, he likes the buzz of the alcohol in his head. He later wonders if this is what his mother had been so afraid of. Because when they turn a corner, he finds himself pressing Jin up against a lamppost and Jin just yields under his hands as he does all the things he did to that girl to Jin, and even more. Because the taste of champagne will always be associated with Jin, Jin, Jin, Jin, Jin and Jin. Because It will, someday, break his heart.
Prompt: Fireworks
The only time he watched the summer fireworks with Jin is the time he wants to forget them most. Because whenever he remembers it he also remembers the blank look on Jin’s face as Kazuya pushes him up against the wall in the nondescript conference room their management has locked them into. To talk things out. As if Jin leaving can be solved with talking. He also remembers how Jin doesn’t even flinche as he clashes their mouths together and the others go terribly quiet in the background. He bites down hard on Jin’s lip, just waiting for Jin to push him away and hit him in his face. Because Jin hates being touched, hates AkaKame, hates reporters writing ludicrous gossip about them. He hates lies. But Jin just stays where Kazuya’s clenched fists hold him and looks somewhere else. Kazuya remembers the way Koki pulls him back, of off Jin, the way Nakamaru comes to calm him down but ends up not knowing what to do anyway. But he mostly remembers the way Jin doesn’t even care, he just walks up to the door, knocks, and they let him out. It’s as if he knew that that was how Kazuya would react and he doesn’t even bother with giving him the pleasure of exploding in his face. As if it’s a childish game he’s too big to play. Or too tired. When Kazuya remembers that time they watched the fireworks together at the concrete bank of a river, he remembers a warm hand slowly making its way into Kazuya’s. He remembers dead eyes and his heart shattering into a million pieces because it was only held together with scotch tape anyway and when Jin leaves Japan the tape is far too old and dried out to hold the pieces together anymore. Fireworks and bloodied lips. Because he can’t separate the good from the bad anymore, not with a heart that is bleeding out.
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