...we should just rename this to That Akame Fic Thing >> As usual:
PROMPT. WRITE. STALK. BRING YOUR FRIENDS.
Things you can do include: prompting without writing; writing without prompting; prompting/writing any rating from g to nc-17; picture prompts!; prompting/writing drama incarnations of akame in any combination that tickles your fancy (i.e
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"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jin swore after the umpteenth time he turned on the news to have Kamenashi's face appear on his screen, bumpy nose and competitive streak and knowing smirk and barest hint of muscles in his angular shoulders included. Jin punched the television box and winced. "Ouch," he complained, waving his hurt hand in the air and grimacing at Kamenashi's two-dimensional smiling face.
"You know what they say," Kamenashi said back with a smirk, "the goalkeeper is the jewel of the crown."
"I'll give you crown jewels," Jin muttered, changing the channel.
"That's what the whole thing's about, isn't it?" Kamenashi answered into a different set of microphones over a completely new background. "Eleven against eleven, one ball, if it moves you kick it, if it doesn't move you kick it until it does, and then I stop it-"
"What the hell," Jin cursed, staring incredulously at the television screen. "You've got to be kidding me."
"-like I always do," Kamenashi finished confidently.
One of the reporters raised a hand and Kamenashi nodded towards him. "Given that the traditional derby between Real Madrid and Barça will take place in a few weeks," the journalist started, "and after Barça's strong enforcement of his attacking play in the winter market, how are you feeling about the match?"
"How am I feeling about the upcoming match? Let's see," Kamenashi said thoughtfully, licking unconsciously at the lower corner of his mouth with the same fast motion Jin had made fun of countless times before.
"I'm manlier than you," Jin informed Kamenashi's image. "And far more handsome," he added as an afterthought.
"I guess I can't deny what you've said," Kamenashi started, measuring his words carefully, and Jin uttered a self-satisfied hah!. "That team's attacking game has improved quite a bit since its latest star signings. But Madrid is a better team as a whole, and that's because we don't only have stars in our squad; we also have team play. And even if that fails- well."
"I'm the best player here," Jin told Kamenashi as he frowned at the bright screen.
"An aggressive game is useless if it's met with an insurmountable barrier at the goal," Kamenashi unconsciously counterattacked.
"So you think Real Madrid will win?" asked the same reporter.
"That's what we're here for," Kamenashi answered, nodding at another journalist.
"Since we're on the subject of Barça's singings, what do you think about its star forward, Jin Akanishi? You used to play for the same team back in Japan, right?"
"Yes," Kamenashi answered slowly, "we came through the FC Tokyo ranks together. I debuted in the major league before he did, but we played some interesting matches in the same team during our junior days. In Okinawa-"
Jin raised the remote control.
"Your eyebrows are weird and you've always moved like a girl anyways," he told the television screen as he changed the channel yet again only to find Kamenashi suggestively advertising his sponsored brand of underwear - live. "To someday - for somebody," Kamenashi whispered in his bad English, decked out in strawberry-printed underpants and a borsalino hat and nothing else.
Jin groaned and buried his face between his hands, hitting his forehead with the remote control.
"Ouch," he said.
Kamenashi blew him a rather indecent raspberry through the screen.
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I can't wait to see where this is going. PLEASE KEEP WRITING ♥
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"Your eyebrows are weird and you've always moved like a girl anyways,"
ADHNF;ALJFKLAJFDA JIN I DON'T CARE IF I'M GETTING DOUCHEY CHRISTIANO RONALDO VIBES FROM YOU I LOVE YOU.
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You tell that sexy bastard Jin XD.
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