No idea where to go from here (Entry 2 in WIP folder)
Title: TAUNT (Not Your Mother's Band)
Pairing: Akame
Summary: Kame's a gang member. The others are cowards. Jin's just horny.
A/N: Unfinished. So very unfinished D:
Despite being a notorious stickler for details, Kamenashi Kazuya’s motto was, and always had been, “life rarely goes as planned”. In junior high, he’d gone to a supposed baseball practice only to end up backdancing in Johnny’s Juniors where his prowess at swinging bats resulted in a subsequent reshuffling into the slightly less reputable and highly more lucrative organization of the Tokyo Sharp Fangs.
It was a far cry from his original goal of “become the number one baseball player in the world” but Kame was flexible when he had to be. Which was how he found himself, at twenty-one years of age, on a bullet train to Tokyo as the new head of the Sharp Fang’s entertainment division.
Pushing up his sunglasses (black, standard issue), Kame glared at his laptop. Bright sparkly people pranced onscreen in roller skates and…was that road kill he saw on the man’s shoulder?
“The boss has a fifth of the gang’s funds invested in this?”
“Well, they do rake in more money quarterly than the entire opium market does in a year. And, if I may sir, you were a Johnny’s boy yourself once.”
Kame switched his glare to his new assistant, a lanky nearsighted man who had not stopped sweating since Kame had ordered the pushcart maid tossed off the train for mistaking him for a high school girl. Three more rivulets traveled down Sato’s face as Kame watched.
“And you would have been the top one too if you had wanted,” Sato choked out.
Kame wrinkled his nose and made a mental note to have Sato brush up on sweet talk. “The opium market hit its peak when Britain took Hong Kong from the Chinese. That and my past affiliations are both in the distant, uninteresting, never-mention-it-again past.”
He paused to let Sato nod in agreement.
The men flouncing onscreen paused to let their fans adore them some more. The shrill screams were really quite sickening. Kame slammed his laptop shut and flipped open a manila folder. Blissful silence permeated the cabin.
“Johnny is planning on letting another group debut this year? News isn’t raking in the figures I’d like to see.”
Sato passed him a data file. “Yes, sir. They’re called TAUNT.”
~
Akanishi Jin woke up with a feeling that something great was going to happen that day.
It was utterly independent of the fact that he was the cool and sexy lead singer of a highly popular up and coming band, the memo that band member Ueda passed him the day before titled ‘Meeting tomorrow RE: TAUNT’s debut’, or that the crazy fangirls’ speakers had broken last night and he went to sleep to peace and quiet instead of his own (badly) recorded voice and the yowling of cats (the cats tended to respond particularly well to the high notes).
Plus, Jin’s horoscope read: ‘something great is going to happen today’.
At the meeting, their manager cleared her perfect, wrinkle-free throat and said, “So, you’re going to debut --”
“About damn time,” Koki growled. He leapt up, getting his heavy gold chains tangled within the folds of his baggy, hooded jacket, and knocked over his chair. It was a good thing he had no hair; flailing around was easier without bangs getting in the way.
“It’s only been five years.” Nakamaru patted Koki soothingly, tugging him down to sit on the ground.
Only Koki’s forehead, creased like a bulldog’s, was visible above the table, though Jin had seen enough of Koki in the past few years to be able to imagine the rest of his face. It helped that he didn’t particularly care for Koki’s face.
Ueda sat across from Jin, studying his nails. “It’s felt twice as long,” he murmured.
Junno beamed. “I liked the last five years.”
“That’s because you didn’t have to listen to your lame jokes,” Koki barked from beneath the table. Jin didn’t understand why Koki didn’t just sit back in his chair, but he was probably being too simple again and not seeing the bigger picture like everybody was always telling him to.
Nakamaru looked down thoughtfully at Koki’s head. “Well, he did have to come up with them.”
Ueda shrugged. “Some weren’t so painful.”
Junno beamed. “I like my jokes.”
Jin nodded then changed his mind and shook his head, looking at their manager who just gazed at the five of them fondly. It was a mixture of adoration and indulgence that meant they would get what they wanted in the end. Jin wasn’t sure what they wanted at the moment, but he was sure they were going to get it.
Their manager looked down at her cell phone. "Oh," she said. "Well, that's. Oh, my..."
"Is the meeting over?" Koki asked.
~
They were still peeking into the conference room when Jin returned from the cafeteria. He joined them by the wall. Through the glass, he could see the top of what was undoubtedly their manager’s head and another, less familiar one.
“What’s going on?” Jin asked.
“New management,” Nakamaru said, trying to climb onto Koki’s back. Koki staggered under his weight. “We think. Or a sponsor. He came in with two guards and - Koki, stop moving - they went in right away. No wait time.” He slid back down to the ground. “It’s no good. I can’t make out what they’re saying.”
Jin peered in again. “Oh, he’s pretty.”
“You really think so?”
What Jin really thought was that he looked young and thin. And male, which in Jin’s experience meant hot and pretty. It helped that the leather jacket he had on was from Burberry’s spring collection.
Jin shrugged. “I like his silhouette.”
Koki stared at him.
“The real question is what he has to do with us,” Nakamaru said after a minute.
“Maybe he’s going to be our newest member,” Junno suggested.
“With two bodyguards? Johnny suddenly decided to pay the juniors enough to afford basic living conditions and guards?”
Junno shrugged. “Maybe he’s from money.”
“Maybe you need to get your head checked,” Koki retorted. “What are they going to call us then? TAUNT + 1? TAUNT 2 the II? Because I’m telling you right now that if they’re making our name any lamer than it already is --”
“Maybe,” Ueda said, coming out from his corner of shadows. “He’s a part of management like we agreed before Jin came.”
Koki raised his hands in the air. “He finally speaks.”
Ueda glared at him then pointed at Jin. “He’s the one who said the guy’s hot.”
“I just said I like the shape of his ass.”
“Great." Nakamaru rubbed his hands together. “So Jin can seduce him, find out his dirty secrets, and we go from there.”
“What if he’s a new member?”
“Jin can seduce him in front of the cameras.”
Koki considered it briefly. “Ok, that sounds fine.”
“What?” Jin yelped. “No, it doesn’t. I’m not a whore. You can’t just use me for my sexy body and my handsome face. I have standards. I’m not that easy.”
Junno scratched the side of his neck. “Well, you did sleep with that fifty year-old.”
“I did not -”
Ueda nodded. “Very true. There was that fifty year-old.”
“She was not -”
“Oh, she was very fifty,” Nakamaru said. “Complete with the wrinkles and the sagging and the birth date to match. But cheer up,” he added, patting Jin on the back. “This should be so much better in comparison to sex with a fifty year old.”
“You had sex with a fifty year old?” A voice interjected. It was rather nasally, rather high, and rather chipmunky. Certainly a voice that didn’t belong to a person of importance unless he was a short, rotund poof of a man or a tall, simpering reed.
The man facing them was neither. He was, at first glance, rather thin, rather pinched looking with a face that was a little too long. It made no sense that Jin found him just as attractive from the front end as he did the back.
“I - well, I - it’s not like. Hi. Jin. I’m Jin,” he finished, ignoring Koki’s muffled snickers.
“Kamenashi Kazuya. I’ll be overseeing things from now on.”
“Oh, yes please,” Jin breathed.
Kamenashi looked at him oddly then turned to the tall, lanky man behind him. “Cancel my afternoon meeting. This is going to take longer than I expected.”
~
They assembled again after a short lunch break during which time Jin spent pestering Nakamaru for details about Kamenashi Kazuya and during which Nakamaru spent trying to make Jin promise not to seduce Kamenashi after it was discovered that he was really the new liaison between Johnny and the Tokyo Sharp Fangs.
Jin didn’t understand Nakamaru. Now that Jin actually wanted to get into the man’s pants, Nakamaru acted like it was stuffed full of venomous snakes.
“The thing is,” Nakamaru told him patiently. “He’s a gangster.”
Jin got that. He had gotten it the first dozen times it had been repeated, Koki still muttering the word faintly to himself beside Jin. He vaguely resembled the crazy apocalypse woman who lived on the street corner between Jin’s house and the station.
Jin moved his chair a little further away from Koki.
“He could drown us all if it all goes south,” Nakamaru continued. “He could kill us to keep his secrets safe.”
Jin didn’t care about any dirty little secrets Kamenashi might have (which, considering he was a gangster, were most definitely extremely dirty and not at all little). He studied Kamenashi and hoped that another part of his anatomy wasn’t little either.
Nakamaru caught his gaze and shook his head.
They were huddled together miserably on top of a concrete hill, a large building to their backs and speckled rooftops below. Kamenashi stood before them, the only one without his arms wrapped around himself for warmth.
“Right,” he said, looking up from his charts. “Lets get you into wardrobe and start shooting.”
Koki paled. “Shooting?”
Kamenashi blinked. “Yes, for the promotional video.”
“Are you coming too?” Jin asked hopefully.
“To the dressing room?”
"Yes. I want to get your opinion on which shirt I should wear."
"Oh." Kamenashi waved a hand in the air. "You don't need to worry about that. Your wardrobe's been decided."
"You mean we don't get to choose?"
Kamenashi nodded.
"But we always get to choose. Always."
Kame shrugged. Jin pouted, letting his lower lip tremble for extra effect.
"Are you alright?" Kamenashi asked in concern. "Did you catch something while sleeping with that fifty year-old?”
Junno snickered. Jin kicked him then straightened back up. "Where's our manager? I want to talk to her."
“Away,” Kamenashi said. “Or otherwise she’d be here slowing down the process and insisting that we do things fairly and democratically and vote on everything like good little progressive people. Which we are not. Good or fair or little."
A tiny part of Jin jumped for joy and his gaze fell down to the front of Kame's jeans.
"You all used to be B-class juniors who sat around in pink pajamas hoping for five seconds of screen time so you should just be happy that you get a song to sing and clothes to wear while singing it.”
Kamenashi paused to take a breath. “Don’t worry,” he added in what may have been a soothing manner for gangsters. “Your manager isn’t drowning in the bay with a concrete slab tied to her feet. She really is on vacation.”
~
“That is why you don’t mess around with gangsters,” Koki whispered to Jin as the choreography took them past each other.
“Why?”
“Why?! He threatened to throw our manager into the ocean.”
Jin thought about it for a second and missed a hip roll. He was almost certain that was not how Kamenashi had phrased it. “Aren’t you supposed to be a gangster too?”
“The soft, fuzzy kind. He’s the starved, anal kind. Plus, he belongs to an actual gang while I’m in a boyband with you idiots.”
“I remember,” Jin said. “You used to tear the ‘T’ out of our name. We were AUNT a lot those days.”
Ueda twirled and ended up between them. “You might want to dance,” he murmured.
Kamenashi was staring at them - glaring, a more appropriate term. Jin wasn’t sure what brought that on considering he never really danced during dance rehearsals but then Kamenashi was new and probably didn’t know that yet. Yes, Kamenashi’s unfamiliarity with the finer workings of TAUNT was undoubtedly the problem.
Satisfied, Jin nodded and turned away. Koki made a strangled choking sound beside him and something that sounded vaguely like “Drowned. Ocean. The insinuations.”
Jin whirled around. “Koki, you’re a genius!”
“I am?” Koki asked.
“Yes!” Excited, Jin turned to face Kamenashi. If his lack of dancing made the man look as if there was something unpleasant and stick-like up his ass then Jin actually dancing would have the exact opposite effect. Like Kamenashi wanting something else close to his nether regions. Like something of Jin’s.
He tried a hip shake. The corner of Kamenashi’s mouth twitched before settling back into an unhappy curve. Frowning, Jin rolled his hips.
“What are you doing?” Koki sounded rather horrified. “Are you trying to die?”
“You’re ruining my concentration,” Jin hissed back. It was the only explanation for Kamenashi’s continued invulnerability to Jin’s Hips of Sexiness. Jin was only certain of two things in life: there was always room for ice cream and his hips drew people to him like moths to a flame. Kamenashi was proving to be one stubborn moth.
It was time to bring out the big guns.
“Ueda,” he hissed. “Ueda, come over here and let me grope you.”
“Grope yourself,” Ueda shot back.
So Jin did.
Pairing: Akame
Summary: Kame's a gang member. The others are cowards. Jin's just horny.
A/N: Unfinished. So very unfinished D:
Despite being a notorious stickler for details, Kamenashi Kazuya’s motto was, and always had been, “life rarely goes as planned”. In junior high, he’d gone to a supposed baseball practice only to end up backdancing in Johnny’s Juniors where his prowess at swinging bats resulted in a subsequent reshuffling into the slightly less reputable and highly more lucrative organization of the Tokyo Sharp Fangs.
It was a far cry from his original goal of “become the number one baseball player in the world” but Kame was flexible when he had to be. Which was how he found himself, at twenty-one years of age, on a bullet train to Tokyo as the new head of the Sharp Fang’s entertainment division.
Pushing up his sunglasses (black, standard issue), Kame glared at his laptop. Bright sparkly people pranced onscreen in roller skates and…was that road kill he saw on the man’s shoulder?
“The boss has a fifth of the gang’s funds invested in this?”
“Well, they do rake in more money quarterly than the entire opium market does in a year. And, if I may sir, you were a Johnny’s boy yourself once.”
Kame switched his glare to his new assistant, a lanky nearsighted man who had not stopped sweating since Kame had ordered the pushcart maid tossed off the train for mistaking him for a high school girl. Three more rivulets traveled down Sato’s face as Kame watched.
“And you would have been the top one too if you had wanted,” Sato choked out.
Kame wrinkled his nose and made a mental note to have Sato brush up on sweet talk. “The opium market hit its peak when Britain took Hong Kong from the Chinese. That and my past affiliations are both in the distant, uninteresting, never-mention-it-again past.”
He paused to let Sato nod in agreement.
The men flouncing onscreen paused to let their fans adore them some more. The shrill screams were really quite sickening. Kame slammed his laptop shut and flipped open a manila folder. Blissful silence permeated the cabin.
“Johnny is planning on letting another group debut this year? News isn’t raking in the figures I’d like to see.”
Sato passed him a data file. “Yes, sir. They’re called TAUNT.”
~
Akanishi Jin woke up with a feeling that something great was going to happen that day.
It was utterly independent of the fact that he was the cool and sexy lead singer of a highly popular up and coming band, the memo that band member Ueda passed him the day before titled ‘Meeting tomorrow RE: TAUNT’s debut’, or that the crazy fangirls’ speakers had broken last night and he went to sleep to peace and quiet instead of his own (badly) recorded voice and the yowling of cats (the cats tended to respond particularly well to the high notes).
Plus, Jin’s horoscope read: ‘something great is going to happen today’.
At the meeting, their manager cleared her perfect, wrinkle-free throat and said, “So, you’re going to debut --”
“About damn time,” Koki growled. He leapt up, getting his heavy gold chains tangled within the folds of his baggy, hooded jacket, and knocked over his chair. It was a good thing he had no hair; flailing around was easier without bangs getting in the way.
“It’s only been five years.” Nakamaru patted Koki soothingly, tugging him down to sit on the ground.
Only Koki’s forehead, creased like a bulldog’s, was visible above the table, though Jin had seen enough of Koki in the past few years to be able to imagine the rest of his face. It helped that he didn’t particularly care for Koki’s face.
Ueda sat across from Jin, studying his nails. “It’s felt twice as long,” he murmured.
Junno beamed. “I liked the last five years.”
“That’s because you didn’t have to listen to your lame jokes,” Koki barked from beneath the table. Jin didn’t understand why Koki didn’t just sit back in his chair, but he was probably being too simple again and not seeing the bigger picture like everybody was always telling him to.
Nakamaru looked down thoughtfully at Koki’s head. “Well, he did have to come up with them.”
Ueda shrugged. “Some weren’t so painful.”
Junno beamed. “I like my jokes.”
Jin nodded then changed his mind and shook his head, looking at their manager who just gazed at the five of them fondly. It was a mixture of adoration and indulgence that meant they would get what they wanted in the end. Jin wasn’t sure what they wanted at the moment, but he was sure they were going to get it.
Their manager looked down at her cell phone. "Oh," she said. "Well, that's. Oh, my..."
"Is the meeting over?" Koki asked.
~
They were still peeking into the conference room when Jin returned from the cafeteria. He joined them by the wall. Through the glass, he could see the top of what was undoubtedly their manager’s head and another, less familiar one.
“What’s going on?” Jin asked.
“New management,” Nakamaru said, trying to climb onto Koki’s back. Koki staggered under his weight. “We think. Or a sponsor. He came in with two guards and - Koki, stop moving - they went in right away. No wait time.” He slid back down to the ground. “It’s no good. I can’t make out what they’re saying.”
Jin peered in again. “Oh, he’s pretty.”
“You really think so?”
What Jin really thought was that he looked young and thin. And male, which in Jin’s experience meant hot and pretty. It helped that the leather jacket he had on was from Burberry’s spring collection.
Jin shrugged. “I like his silhouette.”
Koki stared at him.
“The real question is what he has to do with us,” Nakamaru said after a minute.
“Maybe he’s going to be our newest member,” Junno suggested.
“With two bodyguards? Johnny suddenly decided to pay the juniors enough to afford basic living conditions and guards?”
Junno shrugged. “Maybe he’s from money.”
“Maybe you need to get your head checked,” Koki retorted. “What are they going to call us then? TAUNT + 1? TAUNT 2 the II? Because I’m telling you right now that if they’re making our name any lamer than it already is --”
“Maybe,” Ueda said, coming out from his corner of shadows. “He’s a part of management like we agreed before Jin came.”
Koki raised his hands in the air. “He finally speaks.”
Ueda glared at him then pointed at Jin. “He’s the one who said the guy’s hot.”
“I just said I like the shape of his ass.”
“Great." Nakamaru rubbed his hands together. “So Jin can seduce him, find out his dirty secrets, and we go from there.”
“What if he’s a new member?”
“Jin can seduce him in front of the cameras.”
Koki considered it briefly. “Ok, that sounds fine.”
“What?” Jin yelped. “No, it doesn’t. I’m not a whore. You can’t just use me for my sexy body and my handsome face. I have standards. I’m not that easy.”
Junno scratched the side of his neck. “Well, you did sleep with that fifty year-old.”
“I did not -”
Ueda nodded. “Very true. There was that fifty year-old.”
“She was not -”
“Oh, she was very fifty,” Nakamaru said. “Complete with the wrinkles and the sagging and the birth date to match. But cheer up,” he added, patting Jin on the back. “This should be so much better in comparison to sex with a fifty year old.”
“You had sex with a fifty year old?” A voice interjected. It was rather nasally, rather high, and rather chipmunky. Certainly a voice that didn’t belong to a person of importance unless he was a short, rotund poof of a man or a tall, simpering reed.
The man facing them was neither. He was, at first glance, rather thin, rather pinched looking with a face that was a little too long. It made no sense that Jin found him just as attractive from the front end as he did the back.
“I - well, I - it’s not like. Hi. Jin. I’m Jin,” he finished, ignoring Koki’s muffled snickers.
“Kamenashi Kazuya. I’ll be overseeing things from now on.”
“Oh, yes please,” Jin breathed.
Kamenashi looked at him oddly then turned to the tall, lanky man behind him. “Cancel my afternoon meeting. This is going to take longer than I expected.”
~
They assembled again after a short lunch break during which time Jin spent pestering Nakamaru for details about Kamenashi Kazuya and during which Nakamaru spent trying to make Jin promise not to seduce Kamenashi after it was discovered that he was really the new liaison between Johnny and the Tokyo Sharp Fangs.
Jin didn’t understand Nakamaru. Now that Jin actually wanted to get into the man’s pants, Nakamaru acted like it was stuffed full of venomous snakes.
“The thing is,” Nakamaru told him patiently. “He’s a gangster.”
Jin got that. He had gotten it the first dozen times it had been repeated, Koki still muttering the word faintly to himself beside Jin. He vaguely resembled the crazy apocalypse woman who lived on the street corner between Jin’s house and the station.
Jin moved his chair a little further away from Koki.
“He could drown us all if it all goes south,” Nakamaru continued. “He could kill us to keep his secrets safe.”
Jin didn’t care about any dirty little secrets Kamenashi might have (which, considering he was a gangster, were most definitely extremely dirty and not at all little). He studied Kamenashi and hoped that another part of his anatomy wasn’t little either.
Nakamaru caught his gaze and shook his head.
They were huddled together miserably on top of a concrete hill, a large building to their backs and speckled rooftops below. Kamenashi stood before them, the only one without his arms wrapped around himself for warmth.
“Right,” he said, looking up from his charts. “Lets get you into wardrobe and start shooting.”
Koki paled. “Shooting?”
Kamenashi blinked. “Yes, for the promotional video.”
“Are you coming too?” Jin asked hopefully.
“To the dressing room?”
"Yes. I want to get your opinion on which shirt I should wear."
"Oh." Kamenashi waved a hand in the air. "You don't need to worry about that. Your wardrobe's been decided."
"You mean we don't get to choose?"
Kamenashi nodded.
"But we always get to choose. Always."
Kame shrugged. Jin pouted, letting his lower lip tremble for extra effect.
"Are you alright?" Kamenashi asked in concern. "Did you catch something while sleeping with that fifty year-old?”
Junno snickered. Jin kicked him then straightened back up. "Where's our manager? I want to talk to her."
“Away,” Kamenashi said. “Or otherwise she’d be here slowing down the process and insisting that we do things fairly and democratically and vote on everything like good little progressive people. Which we are not. Good or fair or little."
A tiny part of Jin jumped for joy and his gaze fell down to the front of Kame's jeans.
"You all used to be B-class juniors who sat around in pink pajamas hoping for five seconds of screen time so you should just be happy that you get a song to sing and clothes to wear while singing it.”
Kamenashi paused to take a breath. “Don’t worry,” he added in what may have been a soothing manner for gangsters. “Your manager isn’t drowning in the bay with a concrete slab tied to her feet. She really is on vacation.”
~
“That is why you don’t mess around with gangsters,” Koki whispered to Jin as the choreography took them past each other.
“Why?”
“Why?! He threatened to throw our manager into the ocean.”
Jin thought about it for a second and missed a hip roll. He was almost certain that was not how Kamenashi had phrased it. “Aren’t you supposed to be a gangster too?”
“The soft, fuzzy kind. He’s the starved, anal kind. Plus, he belongs to an actual gang while I’m in a boyband with you idiots.”
“I remember,” Jin said. “You used to tear the ‘T’ out of our name. We were AUNT a lot those days.”
Ueda twirled and ended up between them. “You might want to dance,” he murmured.
Kamenashi was staring at them - glaring, a more appropriate term. Jin wasn’t sure what brought that on considering he never really danced during dance rehearsals but then Kamenashi was new and probably didn’t know that yet. Yes, Kamenashi’s unfamiliarity with the finer workings of TAUNT was undoubtedly the problem.
Satisfied, Jin nodded and turned away. Koki made a strangled choking sound beside him and something that sounded vaguely like “Drowned. Ocean. The insinuations.”
Jin whirled around. “Koki, you’re a genius!”
“I am?” Koki asked.
“Yes!” Excited, Jin turned to face Kamenashi. If his lack of dancing made the man look as if there was something unpleasant and stick-like up his ass then Jin actually dancing would have the exact opposite effect. Like Kamenashi wanting something else close to his nether regions. Like something of Jin’s.
He tried a hip shake. The corner of Kamenashi’s mouth twitched before settling back into an unhappy curve. Frowning, Jin rolled his hips.
“What are you doing?” Koki sounded rather horrified. “Are you trying to die?”
“You’re ruining my concentration,” Jin hissed back. It was the only explanation for Kamenashi’s continued invulnerability to Jin’s Hips of Sexiness. Jin was only certain of two things in life: there was always room for ice cream and his hips drew people to him like moths to a flame. Kamenashi was proving to be one stubborn moth.
It was time to bring out the big guns.
“Ueda,” he hissed. “Ueda, come over here and let me grope you.”
“Grope yourself,” Ueda shot back.
So Jin did.