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Part 4

[misao_duo]

Startled, Jin snapped the sheath closed and stood up, turning around to face the samurai. He felt a sharp pain on his finger but tried to ignore it while making his most innocent face. “I wasn’t doing anything, I swear”, he said, eyes shut tight. He didn’t want to see Kamenashi-san’s murdering glare turned on him. He had seen it before countless times, and it was scary…if a bit hot…no, he thought shaking his head from side to side, it was just scary!

He still had his eyes closed and was still waiting for a blow, kick, or cut to be delivered when he heard the other sigh. “You are bleeding on my futon” Kame said calmly.

“I meant it, Kamenashi-san, I swear, I wasn’t doing anyt…” he mumbled explanations automatically, stopping only when Kame reached up a finger placing it softly over his babbling lips.

“I said” the other repeated patiently, “that you are bleeding on my futon”. He slowly extended a hand to Jin, palm turned up. “Give me your hand”, he commanded.

Jin obeyed silently, finally noticing that his finger was indeed bleeding, probably from getting cut on the sheath of the sword. When he placed his hand on Kame’s, a drop of blood fell on the other’s palm, and Jin’s eyes grew impossibly wide at the sight. He immediately retreated his hand, looking around frantically for something to clean the blood. “Kamenashi-san, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I…”

Kame placed a gentle hand on his neck, stopping his movements. Once he was sure he had Jin’s attention he raised the bloodied hand to his lips, licking the red smear off of it. “Give me your hand” he commanded again, and Jin obeyed, mesmerized, not knowing what else to do.

The samurai held his injured finger and examined the cut for a couple of seconds. Luckly, it didn’t look very deep. He fixed a serious stare on Jin, willing the other to look at him. Once he was sure he had Akanishi’s undivided attention, he placed his lips gently over the injured finger, licking the wound carefully.

Jin hissed at the contact, surprised and touched and aroused all at the same time. Kame closed his eyes and kept licking the finger, tongue lapping the digit even after all traces of blood were gone.

When Kame finally released his hand gently lowering it to his side, Jin sucked on a sudden breath, feeling like he just had been granted the ability to breath.

“Do you know why I’ve told you to never touch my sword?” the samurai asked, eyes looking at the blade on the futon and not at Jin. Without waiting for an answer he said, “all blood that stains my sword is my responsibility. It is my burden to carry,” he whispered thickly, “and now, your blood is in there, too.”

Jin felt his sight blurry and blinked a couple of times. He let his head fall heavily forward on the samurai’s shoulders and sobbed. “I’m so sorry. So very sorry, I swear I won’t ever touch it again, I swear…” he pleaded, fresh tears forming in the corners of his eyes despite his best efforts to avoid them.

“It’s okay”, Kame shushed gently, entwining his fingers on the soft hair on Jin’s nape. “It’s okay”.

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Re: Part 4

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. ♥

Re: Part 4

[risa6chan]

he pleaded, fresh tears forming in the corners of his eyes despite his best efforts to avoid them.

AWWWWWWWWWWW jin is sooo scared... POOR TING~