Starting Over - Final
Title: Starting Over
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut… and Fantasy I guess ‘cause hey, someone’s time traveling
Beta: kyleeers
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn’t be writing fics here. I’d be out there supervising their wedding photoshoot.
Warning: Scenarios written for the photos are fictional (and not necessarily patterned against publicized flow of events) and did not occur in real life or so we think and hope otherwise.
Summary: Kame is sent back to five points in the past in order to change the present. And maybe the future. Hallelujah chance!
oOo
“What the fuck, Pi,” Jin hissed into his apartment landline, which he had not used for some time.
He had been away for most of the year, and just got back in Tokyo. A week into his hard-earned vacation, YamaPi decides to play a stupid prank on him. While Jin had always been open to his best friend about his relationships - or would-have-been-relationship in this case - it certainly did not give Yamashita the right to just blow it all off for Jin.
“What?” came YamaPi’s innocent voice from the other end of the line. “What did I do?”
They were talking about Akanishi’s… one great love here. The one he did not have the courage to fight for, but forever had in his heart anyway. Jin still hoped one day he would get to confess his feelings, even if it did not matter anymore by that time. Perhaps that person will have married and raised a family when the time comes that Jin is free to declare his love.
But still, Jin would like to do it his way. If YamaPi did what Jin thought he did, then Jin’s life is fucked. For good.
“Where is it?” Jin asked in an incensed tone.
He was not anymore able to enjoy the food his parents sent over to his apartment that afternoon when he realized something was missing after YamaPi left last night.
“Where is what?” Jin could just about hear YamaPi giggling.
“The photo album, you idiot!” Jin now yelled, gripping the receiver tight in his right hand.
“Photo album? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Yamashita’s tone was so fake it just made Jin even more furious. “Can you tell me what it looks like so I can try to help you look for it?”
“Dark, dark brown leather cover, really thick, full of pictures of Kame and I - ” Akanishi rolled his eyes when he realized what he had said. “Look, just give it back, okay - ?”
“I never thought it was that serious with Kamenashi, y’know,” Jin could now hear a sneer in the way YamaPi spoke. “I always thought it was… a crush of sorts that never went away.”
Silence. But not awkward. Just that it felt like Yamashita was narrating Jin’s defeat.
“If you kept pictures of you two together since junior days… man, that has got to be more than a crush. You are really - ”
“I do not need you to figure out my feelings for me, thanks,” Jin snapped at his friend as he sat back on his sofa, losing his appetite altogether.
“Just give the album back, Pi.”
“I, er… I can’t do that.”
“What? Why?” Jin stiffened in his seat again, his blood racing.
“It’s not with me.”
“Don’t tell me you lost it?!”
YamaPi gave a rather nervous laugh.
“Haha - no - no, I did not,” the News leader said brokenly.
“Then why don’t you have it? Where the fuck is it!?”
“It - it’s with Kame.”
“WHAT?!” Jin shot up from his seat, sending some of his food flying.
“Er, yeah.”
YamaPi sounded both sheepish and pleased with himself. Jin did not understand. Well, he was not over the shock.
Kame had his photo album.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“So really, Jin,” YamaPi spoke again, and Jin barely had enough sense in him to pay attention. “If you want to get it back, just get it from Kame.”
And his best friend had the guts to hang up on him. Some best friend Yamashita Tomohisa was. How could he? He was the one person who knew that Jin would not be able to face Kame ever again. Not after all that had happened between them in the past.
But Jin could not leave it like this. His chances with Kamenashi were already as good as none, so at least he needed those memories back.
Those pictures, after all, are the only clue that they ever had anything meaningful between them.
oOo
Kame sat on his living room floor, physically spent and emotionally exhausted. All in a few hours today, he experienced five years worth of bittersweet memories.
I was raped, Kame mockingly thought to himself. Or maybe Jin “had sex” with me. Does that mean Akanishi had feelings for him after all?
Nevermind that. All his efforts went in vain, and he did not get to make Akanishi stay in KAT-TUN, and while technically he had confessed his feelings, it had been received with much spite that Kame felt just as bad had he not confessed at all.
Well, he tried. Maybe… maybe it was just not meant to work that way. Kame, of all people, would know that one does not always get what he wants.
Kame sat on his living room floor, letting the disappointment turn him queasy. He was about to lie down and wrongfully sulk for some hours until he fell asleep or someone called him or something - anything for some goddamn distraction and make him get off the floor - when his doorbell rang. Kame hurriedly got up, dusted his hands on his pants, and ran to the door.
“Akanishi - ” because Kame would never forget how he had been instructed to call Jin by his surname despite years of being such close friends. After acknowledging the other’s presence, Kame stared.
“Kame,” Jin nodded back, looking so grave and serious that for a fleeting moment Kame wondered if someone in the Jin Crew died.
“What can I do for you?” Kame asked, practically clinging to his door, his hands firmly gripping the knob, because god, what was Jin doing here? Why now?
“Anou…” the soloist started, setting his gaze downward. He tucked his hands in his jeans pockets and made a weird movement with his upper body, like he was expecting Kame to invite him in.
That gave Kame a start. He honestly did not want to see Jin right now, let alone talk to him - no, the pain of going through the past only to fail all over again was too much - but Jin was at his doorstep, now throwing him a look he had not seen in years - or minutes if his time-travel should be taken into account. At some point, the silly pout on Akanishi’s face annoys Kame, and Kame did not want to be rude anyway, lest Josh or Lizzy tweets something purposefully vague about someone slamming the door in poor Jizzle’s sweet, adorable little face. Kame stood aside and made the gesture.
“Come in.”
Jin bowed as he entered and let himself into the living room. Kame followed, now wondering what Akanishi’s business was.
“So, what brings you here?” Kame asked in a determinedly steady voice, settling on the solo couch. “Have a seat,” he added, offering the long, fluffy sofa.
Jin stayed in his spot, looking his most stonefaced yet.
“I won’t be staying long,” he said, his gaze still not meeting Kame’s. “I just - came by to - get the photo album back.”
Kame was not able to stop himself from gaping up at his former bandmate, his eyes wide and asking.
“H - how did you know about that?” Kame asked, his tone unintentionally accusatory.
“Wha - I - ” Jin stuttered, so that Kame was even more confused. Jin seemed to struggle with his words for a few moments more before taking a deep breath and speaking again. “It’s mine.”
Kame’s head reeled. Good thing he was seated. So did Jin know about Kame’s little adventure with the picures or - hang on. Jin owned the photo album? He had been collecting those pictures? Kame should have known the untidy scribbles at the bottom of each photo were familiar. But… Jin had taken the time and labored over collecting their pictures and noting the events down? Kame’s stomach churned, and he did not think it was a good idea to open his mouth and speak.
Hearing no response from Kame, Jin finally sat down and explained in a voice somewhere between apologetic and annoyed.
“I honestly don’t know why Pi stole it from me and gave it to you. Damn guy’s probably bored with his life. Thought he’d be a jerk and play shit on me,” Jin ended thoughtfully. “And you, apparently,” he added, looking amused for a second before realizing it and going back to looking sorry.
“Akanishi…” Kame said, but that was it, because he really did not know what to say.
“The idiot keeps saying something about the photo album being a time-travel device or something,” Jin continued, oblivious to the look of horror now evident on Kame’s face. “Are they making a part two of his old drama? That Proposal Daisa-something? Maybe he’s getting in character and - Kame?”
“Sorry,” Kame replied, breaking out of his horrified trance. “No, no, they are not making a part two of Proposal Daisakusen.”
“Ah, right, daisakusen,” Jin repeated, smiling now. “But, um, do you have it? The photo album?”
His expression turned sheepish once more as he himself steered the conversation back to the embarrassing item in question.
“Yeah, yeah I do,” Kame replied, getting up. “I will just go and get it.”
And he padded down the hallway and into his bedroom where he last left the photo album for the past. He was momentarily mortified when he grasped how Akanishi would be freaked out that Kame actually accepted the photo album from Yamashita, but what the fuck. Could this go any more wrong? He picked the item up from his bed and shut it with a snap, sighing as he went back to the living room.
Jin muttered an awkward “Thanks,” when Kame handed him the album. The ex-member stood up and bowed.
“Sorry for the trouble,” he apologized. “Like I said, I don’t know why Pi’s being stupid with his time-travel shit but I hope you - ”
“Jin, it’s real.”
Kame just blurted it out. Maybe it was the physical and emotional fatigue, but he just could not stand hearing Jin speculating about it more. Backing Yamashita’s crazy story up - which was the truth anyway - meant letting Kame be the object of amusement and ridicule of Jin’s crew in a few nights’ time in some club. Thinking about it made Kame nauseous, but there you go. He had said it. It was not his problem anymore.
“Huh?” Jin merely made the sound, and of course he looked at Kame as if the younger had gone mad.
Kame failed to restrain himself from rolling his eyes - because Jin had always been slow on shocking information (maybe that was a defense mechanism of sorts?) - and set his forehead against his palm, closing his eyes.
“What do you mean ‘It’s real,’?” Jin asked, standing in front of Kame.
“What Yamashita told you.”
Kame almost whispered, unable to say it out loud because it just sounded so absurd. So fucked up. So hopeless. So -
“The time-travel shit?”
So shitty. Even Jin thought that way.
“You know what?” Kame got up, marching to his door and opening it without looking at Jin. “Forget what I said. Take the album and go. Pi’s just being stupid and - ”
Kame held the door open, finally sparing Jin a glance. Yep, still stonefaced.
“ - I don’t even know why I - ”
“Kamenashi.”
Akanishi spoke in such a crisp manner that Kame thought he was angry. Well, angry about what? Jin walked up to him and… pushed the door closed, his hand resting on the doorframe while the other still clutched the photo album.
“What are you playing at?” he asked, serious and demanding, staring down at the younger man.
“What?” Kame asked back, looking up defiantly. He was not going to be bullied in his own house.
“Pi and you are good friends,” Jin said. “But you do not usually take part in his silly jokes.”
Kame looked away, fear and uncertainty and misery now welling up inside him. He did not need to tell Jin about his “adventure;” for Jin, it was the past, as much as it was hurtful and disappointing. Kame now wished he could undo certain things in the past and just let them be still friends, despite Akanishi leaving KAT-TUN and basically walking out of Kame’s life.
A sigh from Jin shook Kame out of his reverie. Looking up, Kame gaped at a rather teary-eyed Akanishi Jin before him.
“I’m… sorry,” Jin said, although if it were not as quiet as it was Kame would have missed it.
“For what?”
“For everything.”
For raping me? Kame thought. Not that he would ever bring that up.
“Me too,” he said instead, walking back to the living room and all but collapsing on his couch. Jin followed him silently, settling in another seat. “It really is real, though,” he decided to add, to clear this up once and for all. To his surprise, Jin only nodded.
“Yamashita kept badgering me today during the magazine interview, and even after that, and he gave me the photo album,” Kame explained, looking out the window, head and body turned purposefully away from the older man. “I refused to believe him either - but that fairy was as real as YamaPi himself when he appeared here in my living room - ”
“So there really was a fairy?” Jin asked, suddenly childlike.
Kame turned to him and smiled. Seeing this side of Jin made him realize that he missed talking like this with the soloist who was once his closest friend.
“Yeah,” Kame replied, shifting in his seat so that he was now facing Jin. “And he looked like YamaPi.”
The both of them burst out laughing, and it led to more random tales from Kame regarding his time travel and how everything seemed just normal for Akanishi. Of course, Kame was the only one who knew how certain things from the past had been changed just a few hours ago. Kame deliberately avoided recounting the last scenario he went back to.
The fact that they did have sex was just not a great topic for friends catching up.
“And here I thought time travel was just a cheesy drama of Pi’s,” Jin said after about an hour of chitchat, chuckling as he leaned back in his seat.
“I thought so too,” Kame replied, sitting back as well and staring up at the ceiling. “But it was real. Though, I guess it did not make any difference.”
Kame realized he had thought aloud and immediately glanced at Jin. The older man, however, had already gotten up his seat and made his way to settle next to Kame.
“You know what,” Jin said, smiling rather shyly and staring at the floor. “Maybe… maybe it did.”
“Did what?”
“Make… a difference.”
“Jin…”
“That time - at the D-motion shoot - ” Jin began, looking Kame in the eye.
“Don’t.”
Jin was about to apologize, and suddenly, Kame did not want to hear it.
“If you do believe that - that me changing the past made a difference… then do not say you are sorry.”
“But - what I did - ”
“At that time, what did you think of me?” Kame asked, unsure of what he was even trying to get at.
Jin shifted in his seat before answering, “I thought you were a selfish bastard,” and he himself had to smirk at his statement.
“And now, has that belief changed?” Kame asked again, still holding Jin’s gaze. “Or am I still the same selfish bas - ”
“I love you,” Jin suddenly said, and Kame suddenly felt like he’d burst any moment. Hearing Jin say that…
“And it has changed, but even if it did not, I would still - I would still love you,” the older man ended, turning rather crimson now.
“Then it did make a difference,” Kame quietly said as he edged closer. “And it was worth it,” he muttered before closing his eyes and placing his lips against Jin’s.
And suddenly, all that was in the past did not matter anymore.
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“Hello?” YamaPi unsurely picked up after reading whom the caller was, “Jin?”
If his best friend took his advice, Jin should already be making up - or making out - with Kamenashi, not calling him at this time of the day, when YamaPi would be chilling out at home, preparing for an awesome night out later. Jin perfectly knew his best friend’s habits.
“Helloooo~?” YamaPi said into his phone again, hearing weird shuffling sounds instead of Jin’s voice.
The NewS member was about to end the call when he began hearing voices - oh they were voices alright. Only they were not talking. He strained his hearing, only to regret it and realize that he was receiving moans and grunts and - oh dear god - wet sounds from the other end of the line.
YamaPi froze, trying with all his might not to imagine whatever was happening, but judging from the fact that the hungry noises he was hearing sounded like two masculine individuals, it did not take him more than a few seconds to put two and two together and begin to feel indignant at the harassment he was currently suffering from.
“HELLO?!” YamaPi now yelled into his mobile phone, his voice echoing around his empty living room. “HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME THERE?!”
YamaPi waited a few moments and the sounds stopped, replaced by muttered curses by someone that sounded like his best friend.
“Fuck.”
Shuffle, shuffle.
“What is it?” a breathless Kamenashi said, and YamaPi cringed even more.
“My phone dialed Pi!” Jin said in a high-pitched voice, like he was the victim, so that it inspired another outburst from the receiving end of the line.
“I KNOW I HELPED YOU TWO GET TOGETHER BUT DON’T YOU THINK THIS IS TOO FAST?!??” YamaPi screamed again.
He heard a huff from the other end and then Kamenashi spoke.
“Oh shut up, Fairy.”
And then the line went dead.
YamaPi didn’t get it. Fairy? He could only chuckle to himself, deciding that he would leave the two at it for a little while before making fun of them later on.
END
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Wow congratulations for surviving that long-ass dragging jumble of a fic! =)) I think I should apologize for the countless times I called YamaPi stupid in this fic. LOL
Pictures used in this fic were gathered with the help of these amazing people: yoruwakonai @ Twitter, kyleeers, and wneliana! Also, I own none of the pictures, respective credits to respective owners!
Uhh, Without You is How I Disappear Chapter 9 is still pending (lol orz) so please do watch out for when it’s up! Also, a number of fics are in the process of being written and/or beta’d at the moment. Ze hiatus is officially over. ;)
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Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut… and Fantasy I guess ‘cause hey, someone’s time traveling
Beta: kyleeers
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn’t be writing fics here. I’d be out there supervising their wedding photoshoot.
Warning: Scenarios written for the photos are fictional (and not necessarily patterned against publicized flow of events) and did not occur in real life or so we think and hope otherwise.
Summary: Kame is sent back to five points in the past in order to change the present. And maybe the future. Hallelujah chance!
oOo
“What the fuck, Pi,” Jin hissed into his apartment landline, which he had not used for some time.
He had been away for most of the year, and just got back in Tokyo. A week into his hard-earned vacation, YamaPi decides to play a stupid prank on him. While Jin had always been open to his best friend about his relationships - or would-have-been-relationship in this case - it certainly did not give Yamashita the right to just blow it all off for Jin.
“What?” came YamaPi’s innocent voice from the other end of the line. “What did I do?”
They were talking about Akanishi’s… one great love here. The one he did not have the courage to fight for, but forever had in his heart anyway. Jin still hoped one day he would get to confess his feelings, even if it did not matter anymore by that time. Perhaps that person will have married and raised a family when the time comes that Jin is free to declare his love.
But still, Jin would like to do it his way. If YamaPi did what Jin thought he did, then Jin’s life is fucked. For good.
“Where is it?” Jin asked in an incensed tone.
He was not anymore able to enjoy the food his parents sent over to his apartment that afternoon when he realized something was missing after YamaPi left last night.
“Where is what?” Jin could just about hear YamaPi giggling.
“The photo album, you idiot!” Jin now yelled, gripping the receiver tight in his right hand.
“Photo album? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Yamashita’s tone was so fake it just made Jin even more furious. “Can you tell me what it looks like so I can try to help you look for it?”
“Dark, dark brown leather cover, really thick, full of pictures of Kame and I - ” Akanishi rolled his eyes when he realized what he had said. “Look, just give it back, okay - ?”
“I never thought it was that serious with Kamenashi, y’know,” Jin could now hear a sneer in the way YamaPi spoke. “I always thought it was… a crush of sorts that never went away.”
Silence. But not awkward. Just that it felt like Yamashita was narrating Jin’s defeat.
“If you kept pictures of you two together since junior days… man, that has got to be more than a crush. You are really - ”
“I do not need you to figure out my feelings for me, thanks,” Jin snapped at his friend as he sat back on his sofa, losing his appetite altogether.
“Just give the album back, Pi.”
“I, er… I can’t do that.”
“What? Why?” Jin stiffened in his seat again, his blood racing.
“It’s not with me.”
“Don’t tell me you lost it?!”
YamaPi gave a rather nervous laugh.
“Haha - no - no, I did not,” the News leader said brokenly.
“Then why don’t you have it? Where the fuck is it!?”
“It - it’s with Kame.”
“WHAT?!” Jin shot up from his seat, sending some of his food flying.
“Er, yeah.”
YamaPi sounded both sheepish and pleased with himself. Jin did not understand. Well, he was not over the shock.
Kame had his photo album.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“So really, Jin,” YamaPi spoke again, and Jin barely had enough sense in him to pay attention. “If you want to get it back, just get it from Kame.”
And his best friend had the guts to hang up on him. Some best friend Yamashita Tomohisa was. How could he? He was the one person who knew that Jin would not be able to face Kame ever again. Not after all that had happened between them in the past.
But Jin could not leave it like this. His chances with Kamenashi were already as good as none, so at least he needed those memories back.
Those pictures, after all, are the only clue that they ever had anything meaningful between them.
oOo
Kame sat on his living room floor, physically spent and emotionally exhausted. All in a few hours today, he experienced five years worth of bittersweet memories.
I was raped, Kame mockingly thought to himself. Or maybe Jin “had sex” with me. Does that mean Akanishi had feelings for him after all?
Nevermind that. All his efforts went in vain, and he did not get to make Akanishi stay in KAT-TUN, and while technically he had confessed his feelings, it had been received with much spite that Kame felt just as bad had he not confessed at all.
Well, he tried. Maybe… maybe it was just not meant to work that way. Kame, of all people, would know that one does not always get what he wants.
Kame sat on his living room floor, letting the disappointment turn him queasy. He was about to lie down and wrongfully sulk for some hours until he fell asleep or someone called him or something - anything for some goddamn distraction and make him get off the floor - when his doorbell rang. Kame hurriedly got up, dusted his hands on his pants, and ran to the door.
“Akanishi - ” because Kame would never forget how he had been instructed to call Jin by his surname despite years of being such close friends. After acknowledging the other’s presence, Kame stared.
“Kame,” Jin nodded back, looking so grave and serious that for a fleeting moment Kame wondered if someone in the Jin Crew died.
“What can I do for you?” Kame asked, practically clinging to his door, his hands firmly gripping the knob, because god, what was Jin doing here? Why now?
“Anou…” the soloist started, setting his gaze downward. He tucked his hands in his jeans pockets and made a weird movement with his upper body, like he was expecting Kame to invite him in.
That gave Kame a start. He honestly did not want to see Jin right now, let alone talk to him - no, the pain of going through the past only to fail all over again was too much - but Jin was at his doorstep, now throwing him a look he had not seen in years - or minutes if his time-travel should be taken into account. At some point, the silly pout on Akanishi’s face annoys Kame, and Kame did not want to be rude anyway, lest Josh or Lizzy tweets something purposefully vague about someone slamming the door in poor Jizzle’s sweet, adorable little face. Kame stood aside and made the gesture.
“Come in.”
Jin bowed as he entered and let himself into the living room. Kame followed, now wondering what Akanishi’s business was.
“So, what brings you here?” Kame asked in a determinedly steady voice, settling on the solo couch. “Have a seat,” he added, offering the long, fluffy sofa.
Jin stayed in his spot, looking his most stonefaced yet.
“I won’t be staying long,” he said, his gaze still not meeting Kame’s. “I just - came by to - get the photo album back.”
Kame was not able to stop himself from gaping up at his former bandmate, his eyes wide and asking.
“H - how did you know about that?” Kame asked, his tone unintentionally accusatory.
“Wha - I - ” Jin stuttered, so that Kame was even more confused. Jin seemed to struggle with his words for a few moments more before taking a deep breath and speaking again. “It’s mine.”
Kame’s head reeled. Good thing he was seated. So did Jin know about Kame’s little adventure with the picures or - hang on. Jin owned the photo album? He had been collecting those pictures? Kame should have known the untidy scribbles at the bottom of each photo were familiar. But… Jin had taken the time and labored over collecting their pictures and noting the events down? Kame’s stomach churned, and he did not think it was a good idea to open his mouth and speak.
Hearing no response from Kame, Jin finally sat down and explained in a voice somewhere between apologetic and annoyed.
“I honestly don’t know why Pi stole it from me and gave it to you. Damn guy’s probably bored with his life. Thought he’d be a jerk and play shit on me,” Jin ended thoughtfully. “And you, apparently,” he added, looking amused for a second before realizing it and going back to looking sorry.
“Akanishi…” Kame said, but that was it, because he really did not know what to say.
“The idiot keeps saying something about the photo album being a time-travel device or something,” Jin continued, oblivious to the look of horror now evident on Kame’s face. “Are they making a part two of his old drama? That Proposal Daisa-something? Maybe he’s getting in character and - Kame?”
“Sorry,” Kame replied, breaking out of his horrified trance. “No, no, they are not making a part two of Proposal Daisakusen.”
“Ah, right, daisakusen,” Jin repeated, smiling now. “But, um, do you have it? The photo album?”
His expression turned sheepish once more as he himself steered the conversation back to the embarrassing item in question.
“Yeah, yeah I do,” Kame replied, getting up. “I will just go and get it.”
And he padded down the hallway and into his bedroom where he last left the photo album for the past. He was momentarily mortified when he grasped how Akanishi would be freaked out that Kame actually accepted the photo album from Yamashita, but what the fuck. Could this go any more wrong? He picked the item up from his bed and shut it with a snap, sighing as he went back to the living room.
Jin muttered an awkward “Thanks,” when Kame handed him the album. The ex-member stood up and bowed.
“Sorry for the trouble,” he apologized. “Like I said, I don’t know why Pi’s being stupid with his time-travel shit but I hope you - ”
“Jin, it’s real.”
Kame just blurted it out. Maybe it was the physical and emotional fatigue, but he just could not stand hearing Jin speculating about it more. Backing Yamashita’s crazy story up - which was the truth anyway - meant letting Kame be the object of amusement and ridicule of Jin’s crew in a few nights’ time in some club. Thinking about it made Kame nauseous, but there you go. He had said it. It was not his problem anymore.
“Huh?” Jin merely made the sound, and of course he looked at Kame as if the younger had gone mad.
Kame failed to restrain himself from rolling his eyes - because Jin had always been slow on shocking information (maybe that was a defense mechanism of sorts?) - and set his forehead against his palm, closing his eyes.
“What do you mean ‘It’s real,’?” Jin asked, standing in front of Kame.
“What Yamashita told you.”
Kame almost whispered, unable to say it out loud because it just sounded so absurd. So fucked up. So hopeless. So -
“The time-travel shit?”
So shitty. Even Jin thought that way.
“You know what?” Kame got up, marching to his door and opening it without looking at Jin. “Forget what I said. Take the album and go. Pi’s just being stupid and - ”
Kame held the door open, finally sparing Jin a glance. Yep, still stonefaced.
“ - I don’t even know why I - ”
“Kamenashi.”
Akanishi spoke in such a crisp manner that Kame thought he was angry. Well, angry about what? Jin walked up to him and… pushed the door closed, his hand resting on the doorframe while the other still clutched the photo album.
“What are you playing at?” he asked, serious and demanding, staring down at the younger man.
“What?” Kame asked back, looking up defiantly. He was not going to be bullied in his own house.
“Pi and you are good friends,” Jin said. “But you do not usually take part in his silly jokes.”
Kame looked away, fear and uncertainty and misery now welling up inside him. He did not need to tell Jin about his “adventure;” for Jin, it was the past, as much as it was hurtful and disappointing. Kame now wished he could undo certain things in the past and just let them be still friends, despite Akanishi leaving KAT-TUN and basically walking out of Kame’s life.
A sigh from Jin shook Kame out of his reverie. Looking up, Kame gaped at a rather teary-eyed Akanishi Jin before him.
“I’m… sorry,” Jin said, although if it were not as quiet as it was Kame would have missed it.
“For what?”
“For everything.”
For raping me? Kame thought. Not that he would ever bring that up.
“Me too,” he said instead, walking back to the living room and all but collapsing on his couch. Jin followed him silently, settling in another seat. “It really is real, though,” he decided to add, to clear this up once and for all. To his surprise, Jin only nodded.
“Yamashita kept badgering me today during the magazine interview, and even after that, and he gave me the photo album,” Kame explained, looking out the window, head and body turned purposefully away from the older man. “I refused to believe him either - but that fairy was as real as YamaPi himself when he appeared here in my living room - ”
“So there really was a fairy?” Jin asked, suddenly childlike.
Kame turned to him and smiled. Seeing this side of Jin made him realize that he missed talking like this with the soloist who was once his closest friend.
“Yeah,” Kame replied, shifting in his seat so that he was now facing Jin. “And he looked like YamaPi.”
The both of them burst out laughing, and it led to more random tales from Kame regarding his time travel and how everything seemed just normal for Akanishi. Of course, Kame was the only one who knew how certain things from the past had been changed just a few hours ago. Kame deliberately avoided recounting the last scenario he went back to.
The fact that they did have sex was just not a great topic for friends catching up.
“And here I thought time travel was just a cheesy drama of Pi’s,” Jin said after about an hour of chitchat, chuckling as he leaned back in his seat.
“I thought so too,” Kame replied, sitting back as well and staring up at the ceiling. “But it was real. Though, I guess it did not make any difference.”
Kame realized he had thought aloud and immediately glanced at Jin. The older man, however, had already gotten up his seat and made his way to settle next to Kame.
“You know what,” Jin said, smiling rather shyly and staring at the floor. “Maybe… maybe it did.”
“Did what?”
“Make… a difference.”
“Jin…”
“That time - at the D-motion shoot - ” Jin began, looking Kame in the eye.
“Don’t.”
Jin was about to apologize, and suddenly, Kame did not want to hear it.
“If you do believe that - that me changing the past made a difference… then do not say you are sorry.”
“But - what I did - ”
“At that time, what did you think of me?” Kame asked, unsure of what he was even trying to get at.
Jin shifted in his seat before answering, “I thought you were a selfish bastard,” and he himself had to smirk at his statement.
“And now, has that belief changed?” Kame asked again, still holding Jin’s gaze. “Or am I still the same selfish bas - ”
“I love you,” Jin suddenly said, and Kame suddenly felt like he’d burst any moment. Hearing Jin say that…
“And it has changed, but even if it did not, I would still - I would still love you,” the older man ended, turning rather crimson now.
“Then it did make a difference,” Kame quietly said as he edged closer. “And it was worth it,” he muttered before closing his eyes and placing his lips against Jin’s.
And suddenly, all that was in the past did not matter anymore.
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“Hello?” YamaPi unsurely picked up after reading whom the caller was, “Jin?”
If his best friend took his advice, Jin should already be making up - or making out - with Kamenashi, not calling him at this time of the day, when YamaPi would be chilling out at home, preparing for an awesome night out later. Jin perfectly knew his best friend’s habits.
“Helloooo~?” YamaPi said into his phone again, hearing weird shuffling sounds instead of Jin’s voice.
The NewS member was about to end the call when he began hearing voices - oh they were voices alright. Only they were not talking. He strained his hearing, only to regret it and realize that he was receiving moans and grunts and - oh dear god - wet sounds from the other end of the line.
YamaPi froze, trying with all his might not to imagine whatever was happening, but judging from the fact that the hungry noises he was hearing sounded like two masculine individuals, it did not take him more than a few seconds to put two and two together and begin to feel indignant at the harassment he was currently suffering from.
“HELLO?!” YamaPi now yelled into his mobile phone, his voice echoing around his empty living room. “HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME THERE?!”
YamaPi waited a few moments and the sounds stopped, replaced by muttered curses by someone that sounded like his best friend.
“Fuck.”
Shuffle, shuffle.
“What is it?” a breathless Kamenashi said, and YamaPi cringed even more.
“My phone dialed Pi!” Jin said in a high-pitched voice, like he was the victim, so that it inspired another outburst from the receiving end of the line.
“I KNOW I HELPED YOU TWO GET TOGETHER BUT DON’T YOU THINK THIS IS TOO FAST?!??” YamaPi screamed again.
He heard a huff from the other end and then Kamenashi spoke.
“Oh shut up, Fairy.”
And then the line went dead.
YamaPi didn’t get it. Fairy? He could only chuckle to himself, deciding that he would leave the two at it for a little while before making fun of them later on.
END
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Wow congratulations for surviving that long-ass dragging jumble of a fic! =)) I think I should apologize for the countless times I called YamaPi stupid in this fic. LOL
Pictures used in this fic were gathered with the help of these amazing people: yoruwakonai @ Twitter, kyleeers, and wneliana! Also, I own none of the pictures, respective credits to respective owners!
Uhh, Without You is How I Disappear Chapter 9 is still pending (lol orz) so please do watch out for when it’s up! Also, a number of fics are in the process of being written and/or beta’d at the moment. Ze hiatus is officially over. ;)
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