{One-shot: World of Our Own}
Title: World of Our Own
Author: Rai
Genre: Romance, Friendship ♥
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Akame belong to each other ♥
Notes: Kind of short, based on this picture from the BtR Photobook.
Summary: In Kame’s eyes, Tokyo Dome stretches on for miles, like the white sand of that beach in Okinawa.
2006
In Kame’s eyes, Tokyo Dome stretches on for miles, like the white sand of that beach in Okinawa. Kame likes Okinawa, likes memories of Jin and him digging their heels into the cool sand and laughing like the cameras weren’t on them.
Kame doesn’t like Tokyo Dome and its emptiness.
Jin sidles up to him and slips a hand into Kame’s when everyone’s back is turned and the cameras aren’t set up yet. (Like that time in Okinawa, only now they are more careful. It means just as much.)
“Not nervous, are you?” Jin grins, teasing.
Kame’s hand tightens around his and the world suddenly seems so much smaller. In Kame’s eyes, Tokyo Dome is just another concert arena and all he can see is Jin, just like that time in Okinawa. The whiteness of everything reflects off Jin, and he’s blinding. Kame doesn’t mind.
“Kame?” Jin starts again, concern dimming the ever-present sparkle in his eyes, “Are you nervous?”
Kame shakes his head, and Jin’s smile is like the sun breaking through clouds.
Not anymore, Kame thinks.
2009
Kame sighs as he lies down on the stage and stares up at the ceiling. It’s so much higher above that his eyes hurt to keep looking. He closes them, and then there is a presence at the edge of his feet.
When he pushes himself up on his elbows, Jin is looking up at the ceiling too, and Kame is enchanted by the way his hair curls over his shoulders. Jin likes to tie it up when they perform, but Kame wishes he wouldn’t.
“Staring at me, huh,” Jin says, turning back. Sunglasses cover his eyes, but Kame knows they’ll be sparkling. His hands itch to take them off, but there are people here, and there will be time enough for that-later.
He pulls his legs up and Jin twists around and smiles at him.
Flash.
When Kame turns around, the camera man is already walking away, like it's nothing, like he didn't just steal a piece of Kame's life. Over the years, he's gotten used to it, to the lack of privacy and his life laid open to everyone's judging eyes. Sometimes, though, it stings.
His throat tightens and threatens to close up, but he reminds himself that the pictures are supposed to be official. For their photobook. Not from photographers who hide in bushes and stalk him when he's taking Ran-chan out for a walk. There won't be any meeting in Johnny-san's office, no warning notes or stern glances.
Jin catches his worry and turns around, shrugging. It’s a comforting, familiar gesture, the way Jin always seems to brush everything off while Kame worries himself into a fit. It used to annoy him, how Jin never seems to care, but now he understands. It’s not that Jin doesn’t care-it’s just that there are some things much more important to him that he doesn't waste time on things he can't change.
“It’s not like it’ll go to print anyway,” Jin says softly, with a trace of bitterness.
More than ever, Kame wants to walk up to him and lace their fingers between them so that no one will see (so that everyone will see). But there will be time for that later and for now, Kame is just content watching the way Jin tilts his head to stare up at the endless white ceiling.
Tokyo Dome is huge and stretches on for miles, but Kame knows that later on, it’ll be filled to the brim, and through all the penlights and heavy stagelights bearing down on them, Jin’s eyes and smiles will always be the brightest.
Author: Rai
Genre: Romance, Friendship ♥
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Akame belong to each other ♥
Notes: Kind of short, based on this picture from the BtR Photobook.
Summary: In Kame’s eyes, Tokyo Dome stretches on for miles, like the white sand of that beach in Okinawa.
2006
In Kame’s eyes, Tokyo Dome stretches on for miles, like the white sand of that beach in Okinawa. Kame likes Okinawa, likes memories of Jin and him digging their heels into the cool sand and laughing like the cameras weren’t on them.
Kame doesn’t like Tokyo Dome and its emptiness.
Jin sidles up to him and slips a hand into Kame’s when everyone’s back is turned and the cameras aren’t set up yet. (Like that time in Okinawa, only now they are more careful. It means just as much.)
“Not nervous, are you?” Jin grins, teasing.
Kame’s hand tightens around his and the world suddenly seems so much smaller. In Kame’s eyes, Tokyo Dome is just another concert arena and all he can see is Jin, just like that time in Okinawa. The whiteness of everything reflects off Jin, and he’s blinding. Kame doesn’t mind.
“Kame?” Jin starts again, concern dimming the ever-present sparkle in his eyes, “Are you nervous?”
Kame shakes his head, and Jin’s smile is like the sun breaking through clouds.
Not anymore, Kame thinks.
2009
Kame sighs as he lies down on the stage and stares up at the ceiling. It’s so much higher above that his eyes hurt to keep looking. He closes them, and then there is a presence at the edge of his feet.
When he pushes himself up on his elbows, Jin is looking up at the ceiling too, and Kame is enchanted by the way his hair curls over his shoulders. Jin likes to tie it up when they perform, but Kame wishes he wouldn’t.
“Staring at me, huh,” Jin says, turning back. Sunglasses cover his eyes, but Kame knows they’ll be sparkling. His hands itch to take them off, but there are people here, and there will be time enough for that-later.
He pulls his legs up and Jin twists around and smiles at him.
Flash.
When Kame turns around, the camera man is already walking away, like it's nothing, like he didn't just steal a piece of Kame's life. Over the years, he's gotten used to it, to the lack of privacy and his life laid open to everyone's judging eyes. Sometimes, though, it stings.
His throat tightens and threatens to close up, but he reminds himself that the pictures are supposed to be official. For their photobook. Not from photographers who hide in bushes and stalk him when he's taking Ran-chan out for a walk. There won't be any meeting in Johnny-san's office, no warning notes or stern glances.
Jin catches his worry and turns around, shrugging. It’s a comforting, familiar gesture, the way Jin always seems to brush everything off while Kame worries himself into a fit. It used to annoy him, how Jin never seems to care, but now he understands. It’s not that Jin doesn’t care-it’s just that there are some things much more important to him that he doesn't waste time on things he can't change.
“It’s not like it’ll go to print anyway,” Jin says softly, with a trace of bitterness.
More than ever, Kame wants to walk up to him and lace their fingers between them so that no one will see (so that everyone will see). But there will be time for that later and for now, Kame is just content watching the way Jin tilts his head to stare up at the endless white ceiling.
Tokyo Dome is huge and stretches on for miles, but Kame knows that later on, it’ll be filled to the brim, and through all the penlights and heavy stagelights bearing down on them, Jin’s eyes and smiles will always be the brightest.