[ one-shot ] : Kissushite...? - final part a
Title: Kissushite…? - part 3a
Author: turtle_aya (me!)
Genre: angst, romance
Rating: pg (for language)
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: I wish I can, I wish I can, I wish I can…
Summary: No matter how many times Jin confesses to Kame, Kame finds it hard to accept Jin’s love.
A/N: part one (Kame’s POV), part two (Jin’s POV), part three (3rd person POV)
_____♥
No one ever said that love couldn’t wear off.
Three years he devoted his love to one man. Three years he patiently waited, without receiving back the same love from the one he cherished most. Three years, was long enough. It was sufficient to make him lose his mind. Frustration, agony, impatience; it all somehow resided within him now, in replacement of that empty spot in his heart. The man was already at his limit.
Jin knew that his love for Kazuya was gradually fading and frankly, he was scared.
_____
“Competition’s just two days away and here you are getting sick! Did you drink before you went to bed?” Kazuya asked, slightly irritated but nevertheless concerned about his friend’s health.
“Didn’t,” Jin responded as he massaged his temples. The fever was killing him.
“Did you skip me-”
“Didn’t.”
“What abo-”
“I DIDN’T DRINK, SKIP MEALS NOR DID I LEAVE THE WINDOW OPEN KAME! GEEZ STOP BEING A FUCKING NAG ALREADY!” Jin hollered, starling Kazuya which caused him to drop the mug he was currently washing.
Silence.
“Then… I’ll just… take my leave. Your medicine’s on-”
“On the table next to my bed iknow.”
With that, Kazuya left Jin’s apartment.
_____
Jin’s words had hurt Kazuya. They were sharp, so ice-cold that it penetrated right through Kazuya’s skin, sending endless shivers down his spine. The very scene just minutes before replayed in his mind like those old contraptions used to play films. And Jin’s harsh voice continued to echo in his head. As Kazuya retreated to his apartment (which wasn’t that far considering that he was just a few doors down), he did a quick mental checklist on Jin’s odd attitude that week.
“He… he called me ‘Kame’,” Kazuya recalled. It was a name that Jin hadn’t used in very very long time. Even when they had fought, Jin never called him Kame.
Jin had always called him Kazuya.
It all came down to one possible, concrete answer. Something even the naïve Kazuya could figure out without much thought.
“It’s disappearing,” he told himself.
_____♥
“Iknew you were stupid, but I didn’t think you were that stupid,” Jin said, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“Your stupidity has officially topped Homer Simpson’s Akanishi Jin. No wait, Bakanishi sounds better,” he continued, emphasizing on the word ‘Baka’.
Why in the world Jin had said those words to Kazuya, he didn’t know. Maybe he really had lost his mind altogether. During that week, he felt so restless, so exhausted for some reason and when Kazuya was within the range of wherever he was, Jin felt an abrupt surge of annoyance filling his system. Other than their small rehearsals for their latest song, he barely spoke to Kazuya.
“Shit. I even called him ‘Kame’. Shit.”
_____
Kazuya stared at the framed picture of him and Jin as he wrapped his palms around the warm mug of tea, still replaying the incident. The two people in the picture looked so carefree with their arms casually slung around each other’s shoulders, smiling and laughing like there was no tomorrow. Kazuya smiled sadly, remembering when the candid picture of them was taken.
“The night we won, it was the best ne Jin?” he said sadly.
Just then, his phone vibrated, disrupting his trail of thoughts.
*beep beep*
*
From: Jin ^-^v
To: Kazuya >;p
Text:
I’m sorry about just now Kazuya.
I’m just in a bad mood today.
I take back everything I said earlier.
I should be thankful that you’re taking of care of me.
I’m really sorry.
♥Jin
_____
The following morning, Jin awoke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon French toast. Only Kazuya’s cooking would be able to break Jin out of his sleep that fast without him being sucha grouch in the morning.
Jin staggered out of his bed and headed towards his kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched Kazuya in an apron, swiftly preparing breakfast for the both of them. As stealthily as possible, Jin sneaked into the kitchen (hopefully unseen), reaching out to snag a tempting piece of French toast off the plate.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” Kazuya threatened, halting Jin with a spatula in hand without even looking at him.
“Its just one piece Kazuya. Please?” Jin pleaded though he already knew what the younger man’s answer would be.
“Bathroom first, then you can eat.”
“Fine.”
_____♥
After a tiring day of final rehearsals and sound-checks on the stage, the both of them returned to Jin’s apartment. Throughout the night, they laughed their hearts out looking through their old pictures from since they could remember. They could hardly believe that the people in the photos were them.
It was… so different back then.
_____
Kazuya felt something warm against his shoulder, causing him to come around. He grinned, realizing who it was. Trying not to move too much, Kazuya reached for a small album, allowing the memories to play in his head.
It was the only album flooded with pictures consisting of only the two of them.
There was one of when they were kids; Kazuya with a baseball glove and Jin beside him with a soccer ball of course. Another was one taken when Jin was trying to feed Kazuya tomatoes and another of the both of them crying together.
“Wait. Why were we crying?” Kazuya asked himself, trying to recall.
“*yawns* I pressed this weird looking red button and this Kansai-speaking kid told me that the world was going to end because I pressed it…” a sleepy voice said.
“Ah. Then you told me and we ended up crying.”
“Un.”
“Who was that kid anyway?”
“Beats me. He was at the park playing with that stoic kid you once hung out with.”
“Ehh~. That kid was running everywhere ne?”
“*chuckle* He sure was.”
_____
Then it hit him. Kazuya had spent almost his whole life with this man. Everything he did; be it secrets, sports or music, he shared his experiences with this man. This man that was his best friend. This man, that loved him with all his heart.
Kazuya smiled and laughed his heart out because of Jin’s jokes or his childishness. He shed tears because of the horrible fights they had, fearing that he would lose his best friend. Kazuya couldn’t count the number of times he frowned while taking care of Jin when he was sick (and vice-versa) because he cared dearly for his friend.
Silence.
Jin’s love wasn’t one sided. Kazuya just needed a push to take a step forward. And he needed it fast before it was too late.
_____♥
- end of part a
Author: turtle_aya (me!)
Genre: angst, romance
Rating: pg (for language)
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: I wish I can, I wish I can, I wish I can…
Summary: No matter how many times Jin confesses to Kame, Kame finds it hard to accept Jin’s love.
A/N: part one (Kame’s POV), part two (Jin’s POV), part three (3rd person POV)
_____♥
No one ever said that love couldn’t wear off.
Three years he devoted his love to one man. Three years he patiently waited, without receiving back the same love from the one he cherished most. Three years, was long enough. It was sufficient to make him lose his mind. Frustration, agony, impatience; it all somehow resided within him now, in replacement of that empty spot in his heart. The man was already at his limit.
Jin knew that his love for Kazuya was gradually fading and frankly, he was scared.
_____
“Competition’s just two days away and here you are getting sick! Did you drink before you went to bed?” Kazuya asked, slightly irritated but nevertheless concerned about his friend’s health.
“Didn’t,” Jin responded as he massaged his temples. The fever was killing him.
“Did you skip me-”
“Didn’t.”
“What abo-”
“I DIDN’T DRINK, SKIP MEALS NOR DID I LEAVE THE WINDOW OPEN KAME! GEEZ STOP BEING A FUCKING NAG ALREADY!” Jin hollered, starling Kazuya which caused him to drop the mug he was currently washing.
Silence.
“Then… I’ll just… take my leave. Your medicine’s on-”
“On the table next to my bed iknow.”
With that, Kazuya left Jin’s apartment.
_____
Jin’s words had hurt Kazuya. They were sharp, so ice-cold that it penetrated right through Kazuya’s skin, sending endless shivers down his spine. The very scene just minutes before replayed in his mind like those old contraptions used to play films. And Jin’s harsh voice continued to echo in his head. As Kazuya retreated to his apartment (which wasn’t that far considering that he was just a few doors down), he did a quick mental checklist on Jin’s odd attitude that week.
“He… he called me ‘Kame’,” Kazuya recalled. It was a name that Jin hadn’t used in very very long time. Even when they had fought, Jin never called him Kame.
Jin had always called him Kazuya.
It all came down to one possible, concrete answer. Something even the naïve Kazuya could figure out without much thought.
“It’s disappearing,” he told himself.
_____♥
“Iknew you were stupid, but I didn’t think you were that stupid,” Jin said, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“Your stupidity has officially topped Homer Simpson’s Akanishi Jin. No wait, Bakanishi sounds better,” he continued, emphasizing on the word ‘Baka’.
Why in the world Jin had said those words to Kazuya, he didn’t know. Maybe he really had lost his mind altogether. During that week, he felt so restless, so exhausted for some reason and when Kazuya was within the range of wherever he was, Jin felt an abrupt surge of annoyance filling his system. Other than their small rehearsals for their latest song, he barely spoke to Kazuya.
“Shit. I even called him ‘Kame’. Shit.”
_____
Kazuya stared at the framed picture of him and Jin as he wrapped his palms around the warm mug of tea, still replaying the incident. The two people in the picture looked so carefree with their arms casually slung around each other’s shoulders, smiling and laughing like there was no tomorrow. Kazuya smiled sadly, remembering when the candid picture of them was taken.
“The night we won, it was the best ne Jin?” he said sadly.
Just then, his phone vibrated, disrupting his trail of thoughts.
*beep beep*
*
From: Jin ^-^v
To: Kazuya >;p
Text:
I’m sorry about just now Kazuya.
I’m just in a bad mood today.
I take back everything I said earlier.
I should be thankful that you’re taking of care of me.
I’m really sorry.
♥Jin
_____
The following morning, Jin awoke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon French toast. Only Kazuya’s cooking would be able to break Jin out of his sleep that fast without him being sucha grouch in the morning.
Jin staggered out of his bed and headed towards his kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched Kazuya in an apron, swiftly preparing breakfast for the both of them. As stealthily as possible, Jin sneaked into the kitchen (hopefully unseen), reaching out to snag a tempting piece of French toast off the plate.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” Kazuya threatened, halting Jin with a spatula in hand without even looking at him.
“Its just one piece Kazuya. Please?” Jin pleaded though he already knew what the younger man’s answer would be.
“Bathroom first, then you can eat.”
“Fine.”
_____♥
After a tiring day of final rehearsals and sound-checks on the stage, the both of them returned to Jin’s apartment. Throughout the night, they laughed their hearts out looking through their old pictures from since they could remember. They could hardly believe that the people in the photos were them.
It was… so different back then.
_____
Kazuya felt something warm against his shoulder, causing him to come around. He grinned, realizing who it was. Trying not to move too much, Kazuya reached for a small album, allowing the memories to play in his head.
It was the only album flooded with pictures consisting of only the two of them.
There was one of when they were kids; Kazuya with a baseball glove and Jin beside him with a soccer ball of course. Another was one taken when Jin was trying to feed Kazuya tomatoes and another of the both of them crying together.
“Wait. Why were we crying?” Kazuya asked himself, trying to recall.
“*yawns* I pressed this weird looking red button and this Kansai-speaking kid told me that the world was going to end because I pressed it…” a sleepy voice said.
“Ah. Then you told me and we ended up crying.”
“Un.”
“Who was that kid anyway?”
“Beats me. He was at the park playing with that stoic kid you once hung out with.”
“Ehh~. That kid was running everywhere ne?”
“*chuckle* He sure was.”
_____
Then it hit him. Kazuya had spent almost his whole life with this man. Everything he did; be it secrets, sports or music, he shared his experiences with this man. This man that was his best friend. This man, that loved him with all his heart.
Kazuya smiled and laughed his heart out because of Jin’s jokes or his childishness. He shed tears because of the horrible fights they had, fearing that he would lose his best friend. Kazuya couldn’t count the number of times he frowned while taking care of Jin when he was sick (and vice-versa) because he cared dearly for his friend.
Silence.
Jin’s love wasn’t one sided. Kazuya just needed a push to take a step forward. And he needed it fast before it was too late.
_____♥
- end of part a