THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
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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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