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Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: G
Warnings: I'm rating this G, but it has guro and I'd suggest you read about it because it's not everyone's cup of tea.
Summary: When Kazuya decided Jin could have his heart they were young and in love. It was summer, and they were just back from Okinawa, and Kazuya’s skin was tanned and still smelt of salty water as Jin pushed his fingers into Kazuya’s chest, ripping skin and muscle apart to reach his prize.
A/N: For sou_kiri because she's probably the only one who will enjoy this. Vaguely based on Some of us, by Starsailor.
When Kazuya decided Jin could have his heart they were young and in love. It was summer, and they were just back from Okinawa, and Kazuya’s skin was tanned and still smelt of salty water as Jin pushed his fingers into Kazuya’s chest, ripping skin and muscle apart to reach his prize. It was heavy in his hands, filled with hopes and dreams and love and sunshine. Jin hiccupped, sight blurry with tears that slid down to his smile because the heart was warm and pulsating and alive and his to keep and treasure.
Jin stroked the muscle in his hand, a little pressure with his thumb, and Kazuya sobbed, tears welling up in his eyes. He smiled when Jin brushed the pulsating veins with his fingertips, and giggled when he blew lightly at the wet muscle. Jin learnt how to make Kazuya feel cuddly or happy or blue or lonely or horny just touching his heart; he could spend hours on end just looking at it beating in his palms.
Jin prepared a little lacquered box covered in velvet inside with which to carry Kazuya’s heart to America. He put it in his check-in bag in between carefully folded shirts. It was the first thing he checked when he arrived to his new apartment. He took it in his hands and drew his fingertips along the veins; he hoped Kazuya would still smile an ocean away from him. Jin placed the box on his bedside table, but LA was so exciting and there were so many new things to discover; it was easy to forget about the fragile heart when a dictionary relegated the box to a drawer.
It was already a little too late when Jin remembered about it, once the excitement about his new life had worn off. Kazuya’s heart was cold inside the box; it was rigid and barely beating with a too faint, irregular pulse. Jin wondered if Kazuya was still alive in Japan. He held the muscle in between his hands for hours, he stroked it and tickled and blew at it, but nothing would warm the heart up. Jin wondered if Kazuya was cold back at home.
Kame didn’t ask Jin to return his heart when he arrived to Japan. Jin didn’t think he would had returned it either. Being back was hard, and Jin would just lie on his bed for hours and cradle Kazuya’s heart in his hands, but it was still cold. Kazuya was cold too. Jin wondered for how long a heart could live far from its owner, and sometimes at work he would take it out when no one was looking just to stroke it or tickle it or try any of the tricks he had learnt when they were younger, but none would work. Jin had grown up while he was in America; maybe Kazuya’s heart had changed too.
It took months for the muscle to warm up again, endless hours of caring and nursing until it picked up a steady pulse again and beat in Jin’s hands like it used to. It was difficult to learn the new mechanisms of Kazuya’s heart, to learn again how to make the man smile or cry or laugh or shout in rage, but he finally managed to get Kazuya ringing at his door. The man’s body was warm against his and Jin felt his heart skipping a beat along with the one in his pocket, but Kazuya’s eyes told him he wouldn’t take a second time. Jin chose not to think about that, and he touched Kazuya’s heart again to make the man laugh just so he could stare in awe.
Now Jin is back in America and Kazuya’s heart is back in its box, cold and rigid again. Jin still takes it out sometimes, though he is not sure what for. Kazuya did ask for his heart to be returned this time, but Jin refused to let go of it. Jin doesn’t know when he will be coming back for sure. He doesn’t know if Kazuya’s heart will survive the distance this time, either. Jin stares at the barely beating muscle. He knows one thing for sure, though. The heart that he stole, he’s not giving back. Never giving back.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: G
Warnings: I'm rating this G, but it has guro and I'd suggest you read about it because it's not everyone's cup of tea.
Summary: When Kazuya decided Jin could have his heart they were young and in love. It was summer, and they were just back from Okinawa, and Kazuya’s skin was tanned and still smelt of salty water as Jin pushed his fingers into Kazuya’s chest, ripping skin and muscle apart to reach his prize.
A/N: For sou_kiri because she's probably the only one who will enjoy this. Vaguely based on Some of us, by Starsailor.
When Kazuya decided Jin could have his heart they were young and in love. It was summer, and they were just back from Okinawa, and Kazuya’s skin was tanned and still smelt of salty water as Jin pushed his fingers into Kazuya’s chest, ripping skin and muscle apart to reach his prize. It was heavy in his hands, filled with hopes and dreams and love and sunshine. Jin hiccupped, sight blurry with tears that slid down to his smile because the heart was warm and pulsating and alive and his to keep and treasure.
Jin stroked the muscle in his hand, a little pressure with his thumb, and Kazuya sobbed, tears welling up in his eyes. He smiled when Jin brushed the pulsating veins with his fingertips, and giggled when he blew lightly at the wet muscle. Jin learnt how to make Kazuya feel cuddly or happy or blue or lonely or horny just touching his heart; he could spend hours on end just looking at it beating in his palms.
Jin prepared a little lacquered box covered in velvet inside with which to carry Kazuya’s heart to America. He put it in his check-in bag in between carefully folded shirts. It was the first thing he checked when he arrived to his new apartment. He took it in his hands and drew his fingertips along the veins; he hoped Kazuya would still smile an ocean away from him. Jin placed the box on his bedside table, but LA was so exciting and there were so many new things to discover; it was easy to forget about the fragile heart when a dictionary relegated the box to a drawer.
It was already a little too late when Jin remembered about it, once the excitement about his new life had worn off. Kazuya’s heart was cold inside the box; it was rigid and barely beating with a too faint, irregular pulse. Jin wondered if Kazuya was still alive in Japan. He held the muscle in between his hands for hours, he stroked it and tickled and blew at it, but nothing would warm the heart up. Jin wondered if Kazuya was cold back at home.
Kame didn’t ask Jin to return his heart when he arrived to Japan. Jin didn’t think he would had returned it either. Being back was hard, and Jin would just lie on his bed for hours and cradle Kazuya’s heart in his hands, but it was still cold. Kazuya was cold too. Jin wondered for how long a heart could live far from its owner, and sometimes at work he would take it out when no one was looking just to stroke it or tickle it or try any of the tricks he had learnt when they were younger, but none would work. Jin had grown up while he was in America; maybe Kazuya’s heart had changed too.
It took months for the muscle to warm up again, endless hours of caring and nursing until it picked up a steady pulse again and beat in Jin’s hands like it used to. It was difficult to learn the new mechanisms of Kazuya’s heart, to learn again how to make the man smile or cry or laugh or shout in rage, but he finally managed to get Kazuya ringing at his door. The man’s body was warm against his and Jin felt his heart skipping a beat along with the one in his pocket, but Kazuya’s eyes told him he wouldn’t take a second time. Jin chose not to think about that, and he touched Kazuya’s heart again to make the man laugh just so he could stare in awe.
Now Jin is back in America and Kazuya’s heart is back in its box, cold and rigid again. Jin still takes it out sometimes, though he is not sure what for. Kazuya did ask for his heart to be returned this time, but Jin refused to let go of it. Jin doesn’t know when he will be coming back for sure. He doesn’t know if Kazuya’s heart will survive the distance this time, either. Jin stares at the barely beating muscle. He knows one thing for sure, though. The heart that he stole, he’s not giving back. Never giving back.