Coz I Love You - Chapter 2
Disclaimer: The people belong to themselves, only the story is mine sadly.
Subject: Akame are the central characters, with many other Johnny's members involved.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: It's an angsty story of love...and the main characters are Akame. That's all I will say. Read on if you want to know more~~~
CHAPTER TWO
The rain splattered down mercilessly, and he smiled as he heard it. He always did like the rain. The sound soothed him immensely after the active day he had had. Well, he had always loved doing too many things at once. It was so fun! He was able to learn so many new tricks to acting and perform so much better at singing because he met so many great people when he did all the activities he asked his manager to find for him. Being involved in many things meant he was becoming a better-informed, more well-rounded man, and he had never wanted to be anything less than the best. Life was going well and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
He dried his hair with the big fluffy towel in his hand as he sauntered around buck-naked in Jin’s spare bedroom. He would pull on the pajamas in a second, for now he just wanted to feel the air all over his body. And was the delivery man here yet? His growling stomach was getting impatient. He lay down on the bed, thinking how comfortable it was.
As expected of the America-loving idiot; he would make sure his guests always experienced the epitome of luxury while in his home. It made him wonder what Jin’s own room was like. But he had never been in there before. One more thing he needed to do soon. Jin was an enigma despite being simple. Oh, he could be incredibly wild when he wanted to be. But somehow, Jin liked being peaceful at home. As he would say, “I just wanna chill and have some fun.”
Kazuya snorted at the thought. Jin was a moody brat; ‘chilling’ was something that took him time and effort to accomplish. Oh well, Jin was Jin after all. His eternal rival, his support, and surprisingly, his best mate. There had been some rough times, but somehow Jin managed to make it bearable even when he was in one of his moods. Lately, though, something had been strange. It was as if a whole new dimension had been added to his faux cool and composed face. Another layer that annoyed Kazuya because it meant he was being excluded - again.
Jin had always been easy to read, back in the day. He was so innocent and naïve. Everything showed up on his face. Kazuya smiled at the thought. Then something had begun to change. He had started to distance himself from everyone in the group. Instead of smiling happily, he gave monotonous grunts of acknowledgement to everything and everyone. He was always off in his own world these days. People thought he had changed ever since he came back from his first trip to the States. Kazuya frowned, realizing that they were wrong. He hadn’t changed until much later, during the time Kazuya had been filming for one of his dramas. He hadn’t been able to meet Jin a lot during that time. Filming and other work took up every minute of his day, literally. But for some reason, something had changed the sweet idiot everyone loved to a bad-tempered, apparently cold man with a hard edge to him.
Kazuya shivered as the air conditioner suddenly made him cold. He realized he was still naked, so he pulled on the silk cotton pants he found in the guest room closet. He noted that there was a negligee there also, for whatever female guests may manage to weasel their way into Jin’s inner sanctum. To Kazuya’s surprise, it wasn’t a provocative dress. Rather, it was simple and looked practical, comfortable for sleeping in. Now that was a surprise. Jin’s love of women was almost as great as his love of alcohol, which lost to nothing other than his love of music. The respectful dress made Kazuya wonder about how many layers of his friend he was unaware of. The thought made him feel uneasy and nauseous for some reason.
Well then, there was just no helping it. He would just have to get closer to the man that apparently meant a lot to him and find out what it was that was hiding in those mysterious eyes of his. He would pry every single secret Jin had ever had out of him, one by one. That was what he was good at, he thought as he ruffled his hair and grinned into the mirror. The doorbell rang, so he unlocked his door and went out to the landing to pay the delivery man. Jin was still showering, probably. His band-mate preferred long baths to showers. He failed to notice the look of shock, wonderment and lust pass over the delivery man’s face. Oblivious to the fact that he looked drop-dead gorgeous and extremely inviting without a shirt on, Kazuya paid the man and took the hot food back inside. Time to eat!
The hot bath was soothing. His back and feet had been hurting all day; it felt good to be able to let the steam rising around him just take away all his worries as it rose. He sat there dazed for a while, just letting his mind wander, not thinking about anything, particularly not about him taking a shower in a room not twenty feet away from his. Or that he would most likely be prancing around naked after one of his short showers. No, bloody God, anything but that. He sank lower into the hot water and rested his head on the side of his tub. It felt good. It was good to be alive.
He let out a little sigh of contentment, drained the bath and began taking a shower. All the filth, grime, frustration, and suffocation he had been feeling all day just washed away as he shampooed his hair. He wouldn’t let anything upset him tonight, he decided. He had enough problems without becoming a sentimental, overemotional idiot. He would not go back to being the person he had been just a few months ago. No, he would never make such a mistake again. Tonight, he would be a gracious host and a good friend. He would be the Jin that Kazuya had always known, the Jin that Kazuya expected him to be. And then he would do something constructive with his night because God knew he would not get any sleep, not with his heart pounding all night and temptation guiding him down a path of no return.
He had had a few ideas in his mind for a while now. He thought he would write a song tonight. Of course, if it were released, no one would know he wrote it. He did not like being singled out for lyrics because people saw too much when they heard the words he had written. They would know too much and speculate even more. No, anonymity was the better course to take. And he would tone down the morbidity and frustration as far as he could. Some days he drank just to forget everything, but it never worked. Even in the stupor of alcoholic numbness, his heart would ache for that one unreachable entity that was Kazuya.
Bloody hell! This was not helping. He turned the knob to Cold and yelped as icy water hit his body. “Shit! Fuck! Fucking hell!” he cursed as he hastily turned the knob more towards the Hot water side. It was then he heard that angelic voice. “Jin! Hey Jin! Are you okay?” Kazuya’s concerned voice drifted in through the bathroom door.
“Ah! I’m fine! What are you doing in my room?” Jin grumbled back, turning off the shower to hear him better.
“Oh, I can hear your yelling even in the living room. Good that you’re okay. The food’s here, but let me know if you need help~” Kazuya sang the last phrase with a provocative voice, snorting and giggling at himself as he turned away from Jin’s bedroom door.
Jin controlled the urge to go out there running after him and pull him down to the floor right then and there. That effing idiot! He had no idea what that little singsong voice of his had done to Jin’s heart and his body. He felt like he was on fire. Maybe that cold water was a good idea after all.
“Cold!” Kazuya heard Jin yelp again. What was that idiot doing? Shaking his head, Kazuya rummaged through the cupboards and desks in Jin’s extremely compact but somehow roomy and modern kitchen looking for utensils and plates. He had already set the food on the square dinner table that, for some reason, was raised to the level of a bar counter and had chairs that could be changed into bar stools. It was all very black and white and metallic. All very chic, of course. It was almost like Jin had an allergy to color.
Grinning at the thought, he busied himself with serving the food onto plates, swinging his hips to an imagined melody and humming along to whatever song came to mind at the moment. He wondered if there was some baseball game airing at this time. Probably not, but it didn’t matter. He would have all his favorite stuff recorded on the VTR when he got home anyways. But he really wanted to watch some baseball. Oh well, he would just have to wait.
He turned on the TV to pass time as he waited for Jin to make his way out to the living room-cum-dining room and got interested in a drama. One of his sempais was acting in it. Cool! He could talk to his sempai about it later then. He smiled and was soon absorbed totally in the story line, wondering if he would ever be able to act that well. He wistfully wished that he would be able to do such a mature, adult role someday soon.
Fifteen minutes later when Jin walked out of his room, he found an entranced Kazuya gazing dazedly at the TV screen with his chin resting on the palm of his hand…an no shirt on. Goddamit! How much temptation would he have to resist?! He gritted his teeth and swallowed. No, this was not Kazuya’s fault. In fact, he ought to be grateful that he was so trusted that Kazuya was relaxing here in his home instead of going back to his own. And apparently waiting for him so that they could both eat together.
That thought made him smile. Kazuya waited for him! A shine came to his eyes without him even realizing it. He smiled a beautiful, genuinely happy smile as he sauntered over to the seat next to his beautiful siren. “Hey, weren’t you hungry? Why aren’t you eating?” he asked Kazuya quietly.
“Because you weren’t here yet,” was Kazuya’s equally quiet reply. He glanced over at Jin and was surprised at the peaceful, happy expression on Jin’s face. He smiled too, because it made him happy to see Jin happy. He didn’t bother pondering why the usually sulky Jin was beaming at him with that expression. He just responded the only way he knew how - with warmth and care.
“Okay, lets eat, I’m starving!” Kazuya declared. “Ittadakimasu!”
“Ah, ittadakimasu!” Jin intoned, picking up his fork to attack his…wait, pasta? He looked up at Kazuya in wonder. He had remembered. He had chosen Jin’s preference over his own. Without thinking, he lifted his hand to Kazuya’s face and caressed it. “Thank you,” he said softly, unaware how husky his voice had become.
A startled Kazuya stared into those deep eyes for a moment, then giggled and said, “If I was a girl, I would totally fall for you right now! You’re welcome, now lets eat! Hehe~”
Those words sent an unprecedented pang into his heart but the happy look on Kazuya’s face wiped away any remnants of pain. This was the best thing in the world. He couldn’t ask for anything better. Enjoying a meal at home with the one he loved had been his dream ever since he had learned to love. Now it was coming true. He shoveled pasta into his mouth and said, “YUMMY!” to which Kazuya giggled and said, “Mm, it is!”
“Look, that’s Matsumoto!” Jin exclaimed, pointing at the television.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m watching. He looks so goofy,” Kazuya laughed.
Jin smirked and said, “He thinks he’s all that, but he’s really not.”
Kazuya rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever Jin.”
They both went silent and watched the drama. By the time it ended, they were done eating their food. Jin decided to do the dishes in the morning. “Just leave your dishes in the sink,” he told Kazuya.
“Yeah, I know. What are you going to do now?”
“Sleep, or write. I dunno,” Jin replied as he put his dishes in the kitchen sink.
“Hmmm, okay. Then I’ll see you in the morning,” Kazuya told him brightly.
Why was this guy always so energetic? Where did that energy come from? Jin always wondered how he managed to keep going like an Energizer bunny. Out loud he lovingly replied, “Okay, oyasumi. I’ll see you at breakfast,” and walked towards his bedroom. “Oh, and lock your door okay?” he called back.
“I know, I know! Oyasumi, weirdo!” Kazuya yelled at his closing door. Jin chuckled at that; leave it to Kazuya to insult you so kindly you didn’t even realize you were being insulted.
Kazuya put away his plate and chopsticks and then turned off the TV. He stood uncertainly next to his door for a minute, just thinking about whether or not he should go surprise attack Jin right then or not. He decided not to because of two reasons. His old friend had gone back to acting like his real self for the hour they had eaten together, joking and laughing at stupid things. His other reason was that it just somehow seemed rude to intrude on such an obviously guarded space, especially when the other person was extremely exhausted.
He yawned and realized he needed some sleep too. “Oyasumi, Jin,” he whispered softly and headed into his own room, locking it behind him as requested, or rather demanded. Maybe dreamland would help him figure out why.
Subject: Akame are the central characters, with many other Johnny's members involved.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: It's an angsty story of love...and the main characters are Akame. That's all I will say. Read on if you want to know more~~~
CHAPTER TWO
The rain splattered down mercilessly, and he smiled as he heard it. He always did like the rain. The sound soothed him immensely after the active day he had had. Well, he had always loved doing too many things at once. It was so fun! He was able to learn so many new tricks to acting and perform so much better at singing because he met so many great people when he did all the activities he asked his manager to find for him. Being involved in many things meant he was becoming a better-informed, more well-rounded man, and he had never wanted to be anything less than the best. Life was going well and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
He dried his hair with the big fluffy towel in his hand as he sauntered around buck-naked in Jin’s spare bedroom. He would pull on the pajamas in a second, for now he just wanted to feel the air all over his body. And was the delivery man here yet? His growling stomach was getting impatient. He lay down on the bed, thinking how comfortable it was.
As expected of the America-loving idiot; he would make sure his guests always experienced the epitome of luxury while in his home. It made him wonder what Jin’s own room was like. But he had never been in there before. One more thing he needed to do soon. Jin was an enigma despite being simple. Oh, he could be incredibly wild when he wanted to be. But somehow, Jin liked being peaceful at home. As he would say, “I just wanna chill and have some fun.”
Kazuya snorted at the thought. Jin was a moody brat; ‘chilling’ was something that took him time and effort to accomplish. Oh well, Jin was Jin after all. His eternal rival, his support, and surprisingly, his best mate. There had been some rough times, but somehow Jin managed to make it bearable even when he was in one of his moods. Lately, though, something had been strange. It was as if a whole new dimension had been added to his faux cool and composed face. Another layer that annoyed Kazuya because it meant he was being excluded - again.
Jin had always been easy to read, back in the day. He was so innocent and naïve. Everything showed up on his face. Kazuya smiled at the thought. Then something had begun to change. He had started to distance himself from everyone in the group. Instead of smiling happily, he gave monotonous grunts of acknowledgement to everything and everyone. He was always off in his own world these days. People thought he had changed ever since he came back from his first trip to the States. Kazuya frowned, realizing that they were wrong. He hadn’t changed until much later, during the time Kazuya had been filming for one of his dramas. He hadn’t been able to meet Jin a lot during that time. Filming and other work took up every minute of his day, literally. But for some reason, something had changed the sweet idiot everyone loved to a bad-tempered, apparently cold man with a hard edge to him.
Kazuya shivered as the air conditioner suddenly made him cold. He realized he was still naked, so he pulled on the silk cotton pants he found in the guest room closet. He noted that there was a negligee there also, for whatever female guests may manage to weasel their way into Jin’s inner sanctum. To Kazuya’s surprise, it wasn’t a provocative dress. Rather, it was simple and looked practical, comfortable for sleeping in. Now that was a surprise. Jin’s love of women was almost as great as his love of alcohol, which lost to nothing other than his love of music. The respectful dress made Kazuya wonder about how many layers of his friend he was unaware of. The thought made him feel uneasy and nauseous for some reason.
Well then, there was just no helping it. He would just have to get closer to the man that apparently meant a lot to him and find out what it was that was hiding in those mysterious eyes of his. He would pry every single secret Jin had ever had out of him, one by one. That was what he was good at, he thought as he ruffled his hair and grinned into the mirror. The doorbell rang, so he unlocked his door and went out to the landing to pay the delivery man. Jin was still showering, probably. His band-mate preferred long baths to showers. He failed to notice the look of shock, wonderment and lust pass over the delivery man’s face. Oblivious to the fact that he looked drop-dead gorgeous and extremely inviting without a shirt on, Kazuya paid the man and took the hot food back inside. Time to eat!
The hot bath was soothing. His back and feet had been hurting all day; it felt good to be able to let the steam rising around him just take away all his worries as it rose. He sat there dazed for a while, just letting his mind wander, not thinking about anything, particularly not about him taking a shower in a room not twenty feet away from his. Or that he would most likely be prancing around naked after one of his short showers. No, bloody God, anything but that. He sank lower into the hot water and rested his head on the side of his tub. It felt good. It was good to be alive.
He let out a little sigh of contentment, drained the bath and began taking a shower. All the filth, grime, frustration, and suffocation he had been feeling all day just washed away as he shampooed his hair. He wouldn’t let anything upset him tonight, he decided. He had enough problems without becoming a sentimental, overemotional idiot. He would not go back to being the person he had been just a few months ago. No, he would never make such a mistake again. Tonight, he would be a gracious host and a good friend. He would be the Jin that Kazuya had always known, the Jin that Kazuya expected him to be. And then he would do something constructive with his night because God knew he would not get any sleep, not with his heart pounding all night and temptation guiding him down a path of no return.
He had had a few ideas in his mind for a while now. He thought he would write a song tonight. Of course, if it were released, no one would know he wrote it. He did not like being singled out for lyrics because people saw too much when they heard the words he had written. They would know too much and speculate even more. No, anonymity was the better course to take. And he would tone down the morbidity and frustration as far as he could. Some days he drank just to forget everything, but it never worked. Even in the stupor of alcoholic numbness, his heart would ache for that one unreachable entity that was Kazuya.
Bloody hell! This was not helping. He turned the knob to Cold and yelped as icy water hit his body. “Shit! Fuck! Fucking hell!” he cursed as he hastily turned the knob more towards the Hot water side. It was then he heard that angelic voice. “Jin! Hey Jin! Are you okay?” Kazuya’s concerned voice drifted in through the bathroom door.
“Ah! I’m fine! What are you doing in my room?” Jin grumbled back, turning off the shower to hear him better.
“Oh, I can hear your yelling even in the living room. Good that you’re okay. The food’s here, but let me know if you need help~” Kazuya sang the last phrase with a provocative voice, snorting and giggling at himself as he turned away from Jin’s bedroom door.
Jin controlled the urge to go out there running after him and pull him down to the floor right then and there. That effing idiot! He had no idea what that little singsong voice of his had done to Jin’s heart and his body. He felt like he was on fire. Maybe that cold water was a good idea after all.
“Cold!” Kazuya heard Jin yelp again. What was that idiot doing? Shaking his head, Kazuya rummaged through the cupboards and desks in Jin’s extremely compact but somehow roomy and modern kitchen looking for utensils and plates. He had already set the food on the square dinner table that, for some reason, was raised to the level of a bar counter and had chairs that could be changed into bar stools. It was all very black and white and metallic. All very chic, of course. It was almost like Jin had an allergy to color.
Grinning at the thought, he busied himself with serving the food onto plates, swinging his hips to an imagined melody and humming along to whatever song came to mind at the moment. He wondered if there was some baseball game airing at this time. Probably not, but it didn’t matter. He would have all his favorite stuff recorded on the VTR when he got home anyways. But he really wanted to watch some baseball. Oh well, he would just have to wait.
He turned on the TV to pass time as he waited for Jin to make his way out to the living room-cum-dining room and got interested in a drama. One of his sempais was acting in it. Cool! He could talk to his sempai about it later then. He smiled and was soon absorbed totally in the story line, wondering if he would ever be able to act that well. He wistfully wished that he would be able to do such a mature, adult role someday soon.
Fifteen minutes later when Jin walked out of his room, he found an entranced Kazuya gazing dazedly at the TV screen with his chin resting on the palm of his hand…an no shirt on. Goddamit! How much temptation would he have to resist?! He gritted his teeth and swallowed. No, this was not Kazuya’s fault. In fact, he ought to be grateful that he was so trusted that Kazuya was relaxing here in his home instead of going back to his own. And apparently waiting for him so that they could both eat together.
That thought made him smile. Kazuya waited for him! A shine came to his eyes without him even realizing it. He smiled a beautiful, genuinely happy smile as he sauntered over to the seat next to his beautiful siren. “Hey, weren’t you hungry? Why aren’t you eating?” he asked Kazuya quietly.
“Because you weren’t here yet,” was Kazuya’s equally quiet reply. He glanced over at Jin and was surprised at the peaceful, happy expression on Jin’s face. He smiled too, because it made him happy to see Jin happy. He didn’t bother pondering why the usually sulky Jin was beaming at him with that expression. He just responded the only way he knew how - with warmth and care.
“Okay, lets eat, I’m starving!” Kazuya declared. “Ittadakimasu!”
“Ah, ittadakimasu!” Jin intoned, picking up his fork to attack his…wait, pasta? He looked up at Kazuya in wonder. He had remembered. He had chosen Jin’s preference over his own. Without thinking, he lifted his hand to Kazuya’s face and caressed it. “Thank you,” he said softly, unaware how husky his voice had become.
A startled Kazuya stared into those deep eyes for a moment, then giggled and said, “If I was a girl, I would totally fall for you right now! You’re welcome, now lets eat! Hehe~”
Those words sent an unprecedented pang into his heart but the happy look on Kazuya’s face wiped away any remnants of pain. This was the best thing in the world. He couldn’t ask for anything better. Enjoying a meal at home with the one he loved had been his dream ever since he had learned to love. Now it was coming true. He shoveled pasta into his mouth and said, “YUMMY!” to which Kazuya giggled and said, “Mm, it is!”
“Look, that’s Matsumoto!” Jin exclaimed, pointing at the television.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m watching. He looks so goofy,” Kazuya laughed.
Jin smirked and said, “He thinks he’s all that, but he’s really not.”
Kazuya rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever Jin.”
They both went silent and watched the drama. By the time it ended, they were done eating their food. Jin decided to do the dishes in the morning. “Just leave your dishes in the sink,” he told Kazuya.
“Yeah, I know. What are you going to do now?”
“Sleep, or write. I dunno,” Jin replied as he put his dishes in the kitchen sink.
“Hmmm, okay. Then I’ll see you in the morning,” Kazuya told him brightly.
Why was this guy always so energetic? Where did that energy come from? Jin always wondered how he managed to keep going like an Energizer bunny. Out loud he lovingly replied, “Okay, oyasumi. I’ll see you at breakfast,” and walked towards his bedroom. “Oh, and lock your door okay?” he called back.
“I know, I know! Oyasumi, weirdo!” Kazuya yelled at his closing door. Jin chuckled at that; leave it to Kazuya to insult you so kindly you didn’t even realize you were being insulted.
Kazuya put away his plate and chopsticks and then turned off the TV. He stood uncertainly next to his door for a minute, just thinking about whether or not he should go surprise attack Jin right then or not. He decided not to because of two reasons. His old friend had gone back to acting like his real self for the hour they had eaten together, joking and laughing at stupid things. His other reason was that it just somehow seemed rude to intrude on such an obviously guarded space, especially when the other person was extremely exhausted.
He yawned and realized he needed some sleep too. “Oyasumi, Jin,” he whispered softly and headed into his own room, locking it behind him as requested, or rather demanded. Maybe dreamland would help him figure out why.