THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
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‘No one would suspect these two are what the common people call assassins. And fewer still would suspect them to be working together. They seem quite well-versed at the ‘keeping distance’ rule in public…’
“…Sir.” Kamenashi at last cleared his throat, obviously wondering why they hadn’t spoken for almost ten floors. “Are we going to be briefed on this mission, or should we just…?”
Sakuya handed them both manila file folders, letting them to flip through the included documents while he elaborated. “Here you are, boys. You’re basically on a Retrieval-Slash-Termination mission. Bring the girl back alive to us, and…well, you know the rest.” His amicable façade in place, Sakuya glanced at the flashing floor buttons at Akanishi’s left shoulder. “-Well, I’m afraid until the next meeting, our time together is short. I enjoyed meeting you two…Kamenashi-kun and Akanishi-kun. I’ll let Johnny-san know of your status.”
“Thanks,” Akanishi grinned and started out the elevator as soon as the doors reopened to the lobby of the top floor. “We’ll have this done in three days, no prob-”
“A week, distractions and setbacks included.” Kamenashi lightly whaps the older male across the head, appearing much like the caretaker of a petulant child. “Honestly-can you not rush into things without me? We’ll need at least a night or two for scoping out the scene, and two for investigation, and-”
“And one for a day in bed,” Akanishi smirks at the flushed Kamenashi, and Sakuya doesn’t miss the suggestion in his cadence. “What? You promised, Kameeeee~…”
“Baka--Jin!!” ‘Kame’ yelps while fending off his Partner’s advances, (although, Sakuya realizes with some amusement, Kamenashi doesn’t look entirely unwilling when Akanishi’s hands wander decidedly…lower). “I-If you don’t cut it out…you won’t be getting any for as long as this mission-!”
“Ahem.”
Both turn to Sakuya, who gives the Agents a very pointed look. A nod in the direction of the wide-opened elevator doors, where a trio of Diet workers have been watching the pair since they reached the destination floor. Jin, mouth agape, removes his hands from inside Kame’s waistband. Kame, an even brighter shade of red from before, adjusts his shirt collar and pulls Jin by the ear out of the elevator.
Akiyoshi Sakuya wasn’t a very flustered man-but even he had the grace to look apologetic in the face of the salary men that stared him down all the way down the hall after his Agents.
And as he walked-running his hands through long brown hair flecked with gray-he decided he might consider giving up his position if it meant not having ten more years of unpredictability. Specifically in the form of two contracted Agents like Kamenashi and Akanishi.
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This time, the installment has a bit more actual Akame...and some awkward (?) Kei-brand angst. Umm...sorry for the people who don't care for the supernatural stuffs, but...I happen to be quite taken with this idea, and I'll continue to write this probably for myself and for any readers out there. ^^ Thanks for listening to me blab, and...enjoy! <3
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“Tokyo isn’t anything like it was a century ago, is it?”
Jin peers out from the bathroom doorway, toothbrush hanging from his lower lip. “Hwah?”
Kame turns back to the newspaper, pulling an auburn strand away from his right eyelid as he scans the “World News” section. “I mean-practically all of history had to be reproduced again after the mass Burning of all those documents. Legal papers, government reports…they found some remains that were stowed away in other places, but once the Patriots got their hands on the goods…Japan hasn’t been the same since.”
He doesn’t even have to turn to know the shrug in Jin’s noncommittal noise of assent. “Well, shit happens. People change. And so do countries. Least we’re in better shape than Russia right now.”
“Hmm…I guess…”
Jin strides in from the washroom at last, flinging himself onto the bed. “Hey, Kame. I’ve got a ques~tion.”
“-If it’s about today’s little incident in the elevator of the Diet Building, don’t even bother. I was serious.”
A pout persists, but he tries to withhold a retort for the time being. “T-That wasn’t even my question!”
When Kame laughs, he laughs with his entire body. First his chin tips back, his legs spasm a bit, a kind of shine sparks in his eyes, and then-only then-will a giggle-chortle-chuckle (whatever you call it, it still sounds beautiful to Jin) slip past his parted lips. Jin knows a genuine laugh from a forced one, too; he’s grateful that this time, Kame’s laughing sincerely. He’s happier still when Kame sits up and leaves the newspaper on his chair, taking to Jin’s side instead.
“Stupid. You don’t have to get all defensive-I was just teasing you.” Kame presses a firm kiss to the other’s forehead, lifting Jin’s head to have his Partner look straight at him. “Not about our agreement, though,” he feels the need to stress, “No sex until the mission’s over, and that’s final.”
The hopeful glimmer in Jin’s eyes dims and his bottom lip juts out again. “Ihateyou,” is murmured in the quietest voice Kame’s heard him speak in ages, but he doesn’t pull his away when Kame begins massaging his shoulders. If anything, Jin draws up his knees and sits erect to make it easier.
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Jin shifts under Kame’s grip, bristling with the onset of Change-a pair of translucent gray wings sprouts from his bare back, stretching out into the air of the hotel suite. The ministrations come to an abrupt halt. Jin isn’t surprised so much as he is apologetic.
“-Sorry. That wasn’t…that wasn’t my question, either~…!”
“I know.” It’s Kame’s hoarse intonation that worries him, because Jin knows he knows all too well. “It’s just…they’ve been coming out on their own lately, right?”
Jin bites the inside of his mouth, hard enough to draw blood. “-You’re right. You’re right, Kame…shit. Shit.”
It’s not that he really forgets about it, what the involuntary Change and the insomnia means. Jin just knows that there’s nothing they can do about it. Wallowing in self-pity doesn’t help (we tried that…last year) and, certainly, putting the blame on his father wouldn’t do them any good, either (besides, there’s no point in trying to curse the dead, since they’re already-well…six feet under). Eventually, it’ll just…happen.
Kame knows what he’s thinking. Kame always knows what he’s thinking, whether he means to or not; it’s the same reason why he can always finish Jin’s sentences. “Jin. Jin, listen.” His breath catches somewhere in his throat, but he’s too desperate to get the words out to care. “You remember what we talked about, right? When it happens…what we do when it happens?”
‘The same conversation every time.’ It’s a bit painful to even nod now, seeing as how his spinal cord had already begun to convulse. “Y-Yeah…I-I-I got it…I’ll…I’ll remember…”
“We promised, Jin.” Fuck, he’s crying now, and it’s really no surprise, seeing as how the symptoms are even worse this time. “You promised me…y-you promised you’d let me…!” Kame holds him, embraces his shaking form-Jin realizes after a moment that Kame’s trembling, too. “We’ll do it together…I won’t…I won’t hesitate…okay?”
Okay. Jin isn’t really sure if he’s said it or if Kame’s words are echoing in his conscience. Okay. I’ll remember it. That’s all there is to it.
“Fuck-!” When breathing gets tougher, it takes Jin about ten seconds more to spit the words out. “-W-W-We’re…w-we’re worse than…Romeo ‘n…Juliet…a-aren’t we?”
“I guess…” Kame’s laugh is hollow, though-the sound is sharp against his ears, grating like metal against metal. “Just…don’t think too much. Right now. Okay? Close your eyes. Get some sleep…try to sleep, Jin.”
The red and white and fluorescent colors-they’re too bright, so Kame turns off the lights for both of them. And the moment he returns to his side, Jin finds himself clinging to Kame like a lifeline. It’s pathetic, really. He turns into a dependent every time.
Okay, he whispers, even if he doesn’t believe in it. But the crawling flesh and the cold sweat and the spontaneous tremors have nothing on Kame. Despite everything, if he has Kame with him, he knows he can sleep.
Hopefully, with Kame, everything will be okay.
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Kame is mean. When you're living on a time limit you don't say 'no sex', Kame!! D: D: D:
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