THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING REDUX! (#1)

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It's that time of the year...

Same as last time. You know what to do.

PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!

You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)

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part 1 thanks to lj's stupid character limit

[rosenblut]

this is so embarrassing >__>;;; first and last time I attempt a fic meme in English XD

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They are being followed again, as they run mindlessly through the crowded streets, whipping past stalls selling raw meat and vegetables, old fishermen noisily announcing new bargains on tuna and shrimps, children playing with sticks and stones and prostitutes idly smoking expensive tobacco while waiting for clients to come. They almost, but not quite, lose sight of each other, their colourful linen shirts caked in mud, knees scraped and bleeding and bracelets glistening in the sun. One of the two grabs the other and pulls him into a dark, filthy alley, which smells of rotten cabbage and alcohol. He tugs his bandana off his head and wipes the sweat from his brows, while his friend is clutching his own side, hurting from the unexpected race.

The soldiers come charging after them few seconds later, but they don’t notice an innocent, bleak alcove: at least for the time being, the two runaways are safe.
As soon as they’ve both regained their breath and calmed their heartbeat, the smaller of the two shoves his friend, hard.
“How could you be so fucking stupid?!” he hisses through his teeth, “we could have been caught and hanged this very day! Why did you go and decided to do your little number on a bloody soldier, Akanishi?!”.
The guy tying his bandana back on that unruly mop of black hair just shrugs, nonplussed.
“We need cash, Kamenashi, and we can’t be picky when it comes to that. I haven’t eaten any real food in the last three days, and my stomach’s started munching on itself. It’s not like we’ve had much luck today either, thanks to you being all prissy, fellows just look at your face and change direction. The one fucking time someone noticed me before you, I had to put my hips to use to let their eyes stay on me!”, he adds obnoxiously, a sly grin making its way across his lips.
Kamenashi’s cheeks grow an angry shade of red before he scowls, muttering something about smashing pretty heads against concrete to spare himself the trouble (Akanishi visibly pales upon hearing that); he then quietly checks his surroundings, beckoning the other man to follow him further down the alley.
Words are not exchanged, and wariness bears upon them until they walk familiar grounds, and reach their own camp.
As soon as their presence is revealed , a group of little kids comes running at them, heading towards they’ve always adored him and his crooky smile, arrogant mouth and childish attitude. “Jin-kun, Jin-kun, pick me up!”, one of them pleads, and he complies with a gentle nod.
His heart heavy, Kazuya walks quickly to his own tent, his mind replaying the day’s events.

Re: part 1 thanks to lj's stupid character limit

[dansumizu]

klasjdaskl; I was going through prompts and thought about trying this one out, and you beat me to it. ;D You are doing a much much better job with it. ♥

Thanks for sharing, can't wait for more!