THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
Prompt. Write. Stalk. Pimp.
HAVE AT IT.
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Kame chuckled at that. “Weren’t you going to eat it ?” he asked soothingly, “wouldn’t it be gone forever, anyway?”
Jin inhaled sharply and looked at him with wide eyes. “Of course not! I made the onigiri for Kamenashi-san. Kamenashi-san would eat it and hopefully find it delicious and then he would be happy.” Jin explained, making gestures to show how he would deliver the treat that would put a smile on Kame’s face. “That was the whole point of the onigiri. To make Kamenashi-san happy”
Kame blinked a couple of times and smiled fondly at the other. “Don’t worry about it” he whispered, kissing Jin’s forehead and chuckling again when the other closed his eyes and gave the smallest of purrs. “I’m very happy already. I’m glad you made the onigiri for me. Thank you”
This boy, Kame thought, he was something else.
He never had imagined that spending the night drinking on a small restaurant in the city one day would end up with him going back to his hideaway carrying a bleeding, bruising and unconscious musician on his back.
Kame had been carefully walking the streets that night when he heard noises coming from one of the alleys on the way. He quickly hid in the shadows, deftly climbing the nearest wall and jumping silently on a rooftop. He looked down at the alley then, just in time to see a young man being shoved roughly by other five thugs.
The man looked like he had been resisting so far, but in that moment he seemed quite beat and probably ready to collapse. The thugs were leering dangerously at him while he swayed awkwardly on his feet, trying to get away from them.
A small voice in Kame’s head told him that that fight had nothing to do with him. A louder, much stronger voice told him that he just couldn’t watch an innocent get bullied and hurt like that and don’t do anything about it.
And that was how the police had found five pretty bruised men in an alley in the morning, while Kamenashi found an embarrassed, disheveled, apologizing musician bowing by the side of his futon.
Akanishi Jin promised then and there that he would help Kamenashi however he could, as payment for saving his life. Kame had thought that once the other found out how dangerous and terrible a samurai’s life was, he would eventually give up on his stupid promise.
But that had been almost two months ago, and Jin was still around.
And for that, Kame thought, lying comfortably against the three once again and silently patting the spot beside him, signalizing for Jin to come and rest with him for a while, he was glad.
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tbc...hopefully, with some porn @.@
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You just totally made my day week month Sunday ♥
makes me write more! 8D
And I'm hoping she will like it! *crosses fingers for luck*
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But you were not supposed to be urging me to write more you should be telling me to go work =O
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this thing alreadly has 4 parts and I'm going into the 5th now
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you will read mine and I will read yours
and neither one of us is doing what we were supposed to be doing instead of writing Akame, yay!
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