Gift fic for thblackflame
To: theblackflame
From: starry_
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: To return that piece of me back
Pairing/Group: Akame, slight Kamepi and on-the-surface Koyapi
Rating: NC17 for safety measures
Warnings: Snark, swears and BL scenes
Notes : Beware of snark, at your face crack and dementedness.
Summary: When Jin leaves for LA, Kame decides that he needs a new life. One without desires for Jin. But when Jin returns, all of Kame’s plans don’t work at the end.
I never could understand that night.
That night when you told me you were leaving for the States to further your studies.
“Awww, Kame, why the long face? It’s not like I won’t come back. It’s just a few months, don’t worry! I’m not that stupid! And just imagine, when I come back, I’ll be able to say more words than ‘helicopter’, ‘sky’ and ‘Pinky’!”
Bullshit. Deep inside, I knew there were other reasons you were leaving for Los Angeles.
Education was never your top priority in the first place. If it were, you wouldn’t be a sex icon for Johnny’s Entertainment now. And besides, I don’t care if the only English word you know how to say is ‘sex’.
And of course you can take care of yourself. I’m the one who has to be taken care of.
I need you, you idiot. Can’t you see that? I need to do all these stupid things for your stupid self.
What was all my effort trying to stay next to you all the bloody time? Those nights when I’d drag you home from parties, when you rang my doorbell at a quarter to four in the morning, just so we could run all over Tokyo on a hunt for your lost hamster…?
So when you flashed your stupid grin and waved goodbye to me for the last time, you actually abducted a part of me to Los Angeles, with you. Or rather, I let that part of me be taken away.
- - -
“Kame, what the hell are you doing?”
“You’re too loud, Pi,” I said, pushing him backwards on the sofa in the same breath, “have you forgotten that we’re still in the studio… And I like you quiet?”
I crawled over him, nearly ripping off his shirt in the process of undoing those goddamned buttons, letting my hands map their way across his tense body.
“Kame, stop,” he gasped, “it’s not like that anymore - “
“What do you mean?” I growled against his ear and licked it, eliciting a very wanton groan, “You, me, a sofa. It’s very much the same as the last time, Pi.”
“The difference is aahhngod,” I bit that sensitive spot below his ear none too gently, fingers brushing circles around his rapidly hardening nipples. Pi was obviously trying to say something I didn’t have the mood for, and I intended to keep him quiet.
“You like it, I like it, so shut up and just go with the flow, you idiot.”
I pressed wet, sloppy kisses down his neck, chest and then those sexy abs. He let out ragged moans that sounded like they’d been dragged kicking and screaming out of him. Pi was obviously trying his hardest to fight me off for some unbeknownst reason - but no matter, small issues weren’t important. He’d give in eventually.
I undid his belt, not bothering to be slow or gentle, forcing the zip of his jeans down. I cursed as it got stuck halfway, pulled harder, and that was the last straw.
“Kame, stop!” he shouted as he tried to sit up and push me off him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Pi?! I’m not in the mood for your fucking charades!” I was displeased, to put it lightly, and I had no care for the hurt my violent words were probably causing him.
“Charades?! I - You -” he spluttered, but as I reached for his jeans again he slapped my hands away.
“You’re the one who’s playing at fucking charades, Kame, and everyone knows it! Listen to someone other than yourself for once in your life! I’m trying to tell you something - oh for the love of god, Kame, you don’t want me!”
My hands fell limply to my sides, and my face got visibly paler as I glowered at him.
“You want him. You want Akanishi Jin, not Yamashita Tomohisa. You want the idiot that just flew away to Los Angeles, not the genius you’re currently straddling.”
“That wasn’t really a smart comment, genius.”
“The point is, you don’t love me and I’m fucking tired of being your sex toy during your mood swings. Kame, get a life. And besides, I’m already taken.”
“What the fuck?”
Pi sighed and smiled, almost-bitterly, “I’m not your property, Kame, Koyama confessed to me last week. Look, last time was something that just - just happened. Nothing else. And as a friend, I’m telling you this. I know you want Jin. Hell, everyone knows you want him.”
“I don’t need a genius to tell me that. I need a genius to tell him that!” I sat back, letting him get out from under me. He sighed, looking at me with those pity-filled eyes, before turning on his heel and walking away.
“You have to tell him that,” Pi said, not looking back as he left. “You have months to figure out how now, don’t blow it, darling.”
I looked at his retreating back. ‘Months,’ I said to myself, ripping stuffing out of the sofa. Reality kicked in. Jin had just left for Los Angeles, I was using Pi as a fuck buddy again and - the kicker - I got dumped by Pi for Koyama. Bloody member love, he was probably getting a lot of member love from Pi.
“I need a new life,’’ I said out loud, slamming the door behind me as I stormed out of the studio.
- - -
“Kame, you coming or what?” the KAT-TUN princess asked as he grabbed his coat off the rack.
I let out a sigh, “No.”
“Suit yourself. Jin’s arrival is in 2 hours, if you happen to change your mind, you know where to go. See you later.”
Ueda walked out and joined the others, examining his impeccably manicured nails as he told them I had refused to go.
“Holy shit? Is this for real!? He was the most cut up of all of us when Jin left for LA!” Maru exclaimed, “he became the turtle who always hid his head in his shell!”
“Maru,” Pi said, “don’t make me beat you up, please.”
“Holy shit! Pi, you wouldn’t! What would KAT-TUN do without me!?”
“Shut up Maru!” A vein in Ueda’s forehead was throbbing very unnervingly. “I don’t know what happened to Kame, he just doesn’t want to talk about Jin anymore.”
And that, I thought wryly, about summed it up.
- - -
“Kame, baby, darling, sweetcakes, honey bunch!” Jin said as he hugged me.
“Jin, let go.”
“But why darling, you know you like it! And I missed you so much! Why weren’t you at the airport yesterday?”
“I got caught up with some stuff.”
“Oh,” Jin said, releasing me from his chokehold that masqueraded as a hug. “Hey, are you okay? You seem… different.”
“Sure I am, I’m just tired I guess, now if you’ll excuse me,” I said as I walked out the room, “I have to answer the call of nature.”
Of course I’m not okay. You’re back and I just… I just… I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.
That part of me you took along to LA, I think it doesn’t want to return back to me and I don’t plan to welcome it back.
I like my new Jinless life; it’s less stressful and has tight asses.
- - -
Seconds ticked into hours turned into days melted into weeks finally became months.
The current relationship of Jin and I has become an antithesis of our relationship before he went to LA.
The times when I’d give away my lunch to Koki just so I can sit next to him in shootings become situations where Jin wore a strapless gown just to get my attention on Cartoon KAT-TUN.
The calls at 3am during his drunken stages are now calls every hour to ask how I am, which I pointedly do not pick up, sometimes even switching off my phone.
Kamenashi Kazuya making tiramisu became Akanishi Jin producing Baked Alaska.
And I was doing a bloody fine job of hiding from him.
Until one day;
“So tell me, what happened?” our manager asked Jin and I.
“Look, if this is about Tegoshi’s pants falling during the recent filming of Cartoon KAT-TUN, I had nothing to do with it. Tell the fashion consultants to correct their measurements, I think Tegonyan lost weight.” I said quickly.
“Not that Kamenashi. What happened between you and Jin?”
“Excuse me?” I said stupidly, trying to be oblivious.
“Where is the love?!”
Both of us just stared at our manager, whom, I just noticed, is balding. I did a mental note of never becoming a manager for boybands.
“Hey I know that! The Blue Eyed Peas sang that song!”
“Jin you fucking idiot of an ass!” Mr Manager was certainly not in a good mood today. “Don’t give me shit! What’s up with both of you?! Who’s mad at who?! Who made who mad?! Why are you guys mad at each other?!”
“No one’s mad at anyone, no one made anyone mad and no, we’re not mad at each other,” I replied, my voice much more matter-of-fact than the current state of my emotions.
“Then why do reports say you guys are fighting?! Don’t play dumb with me Kamenashi.”
“I am not! And what reports!?” he was certainly getting on my nerves.
“Fan reports.”
For 5 split seconds, the room was utterly quite. Did I hear the blockhead wrong? Fan reports?!
“Statistics from fan blogs shows that 80% of the bloggers think you’re mad at each other for some interesting reasons such as Kame being jealous of Jin in the gown, Jin having a grudge against Kame’s sexy body and both of you forgetting each others’ birthdays. Whereas based from forum discussion, most just say both of you are stubborn and don’t want to make the first move to kiss and make up. Lastly, miscellaneous resources state that Kame secretly has Jin’s lost hamster and doesn’t want to return it to Jin.”
“You have Toto-chan!? Kameeeeeee, give him back to me!”
“No Jin, Toto-chan’s dead. And Sir, do you really believe in fan reports?!”
“Kamenashi, in this world of competitive pretty boys, one must know the market to succeed. So yes, I read and believe fan reports. Believe!”
“Now where have I heard that before?” I thought aloud, as I made another mental note to try and find a new manager.
“That’s not important Kamenashi! So make me proud and the fans happy, kiss and make up! That is all.”
- - -
‘Kiss and make up, kiss and make up. What the fuck is going on in the manager’s head? Do you think making up is easy? What does he think we are? Robots without emotions and thought?!’ I screamed in my head as I walked down the stairs.
Kamenashi Kazuya is no longer a hungry soul whose main purpose in life is to be Jin’s shadow.
‘Maybe I should just quite being a Johnny and end this all.’
As my feet reached solid ground, I felt someone grab my wrist and pulled me into the room under the stairs.
“What the - Jin? What the fuck are you - mmph!!” I attempted to free myself from the sweaty hand covering my mouth and nose. “Shhh,” he whispered, and I determinedly ignored the way his breath made the hairs on my neck stand up, “I’m kissing and making up, sweetheart.” His fingers traced patterns on my stomach, and I almost gave in. Almost.
“I hardly think that idiot manager meant this kind of kissing,” I replied scathingly, and made to pull away. He held me fast. “Kame darling, you know you’ve wanted me for ages, why the sudden reluctance?” Arrogant words, but I could hear the underlying plea, and my resolve strengthened. Not so tough now, hmmm?
“For your information, I have not wanted anyone for ages, and even if I had wanted anyone, you’d be the last on my list, Bakanishi.” I spit the nickname at him like it was diseased. And then I knew I had crossed a line. His face darkened, and he slammed me against the closet wall.
“What the hell happened to you Kame!?” Jin growled at my face, barely inches away. “You were all over me then, why this now?”
I looked away. So he did know I wanted him, but he didn’t do anything about it. Bastard!
“Answer me Kame!” Jin closed the space between our faces and started to lick my lips which quickly changes into quick bites. Another lick and the whole act repeats, making my knees weaker by the second. ‘Get your act up Kame, all the hard work building a wall during the past few months, and you fall for this?!’
The teases slowly become kisses where Jin savors every available inch of the insides of my mouth. “Kamenashi,” he moans.
‘One sheep jumps over the wall, two sheeps jump over the wall, three sheeeeeeep, ah fuck sheep.’ I had no idea how I thought that would actually work and keep my mind focused.
“Kame,” he bit into my collarbone and growled, producing vibrations onto my skin which sent nerve impulses of orgasmic pleasure to my whole body.
“Jin!” I screamed, trying to end this now before anything else happens. “ Get the fuck away from me, you pervert!”
“Not until you answer me, why the hell are you running away from me.”
What is his problem?!
“Geez Jin, you want to know why? Ok then, I’ll tell you. I hate you! I fucking hate you! You left for LA when you clearly knew I needed you. All the effort I put into getting closer to you, what do they mean huh?! You fucking knew and did nothing. I’m fed up Jin, so I gave up and locked you out from my life. You happy now!?” I screamed at him, disregarding my pride and the wall I painfully built up. My eyes were hot and tears started to well up, oh fuck.
“Kame, sweetie. Look at me.” Bakanishi said and tried to lift my chin, but I turned away. I pushed the moron aside and headed for the exit. I would have been able to breathe fresh air if the moron had not pulled me back and embraced me.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly against my ear. “I’m so so sorry. I just didn’t know I pushed you so down Kame. Really, I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry is just a five letter, two syllable word Jin.” I said coldly. But deep inside, I knew, that part of me that he brought to LA had just returned.
“Then I’ll prove it to you.”
- - -
“Good morning everyone!” Maru chirped out. “Welcome to today’s episode of Cartoon KAT-TUN!”
“Yaaaaaay,” Jin the idiot responded, “today, we have a surprise for you all! The one and only Ai Otsuka!”
“But before we bring the lovely Ai out, let’s talk about magic at the studio!”
I stared at Koki, what the fuck was he talking about?
“Ah yes yes, magic! Around 2 in the afternoon yesterday, we heard a weird noise in this room,” Junno told the cameramen and crew. “It was the room under the second floor stairs! Tell everyone what you heard Uebo!”
My face paled. I turned to Jin who was also agape at what the others were saying.
“Well, I was going to get some food at the cafeteria when I stopped at those particular stairs due to these weird noises. It was really quite traumatizing.”
“So Uebo called us and we all gathered out the room and stared at it! I still think it’s Harry Potter, Junno!”
“Koki, Harry Potter does not exist! It’s the Boogeyman I tell you!” Maru exclaimed.
“Doofus, everyone knows the Boogeyman lives under the bed, it’s the deceased spirit of some ancient fella whose soul cannot rest because the building is on his graveyard.”
Everyone, including the dolphins, looked at Ueda.
And they continued to debate on what or who was in the closet under the second floor stairs as Kame smiled to himself, Jin thinking of a new and better location for the night and Ai Otsuka waiting backstage.
- - -
From: starry_
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: To return that piece of me back
Pairing/Group: Akame, slight Kamepi and on-the-surface Koyapi
Rating: NC17 for safety measures
Warnings: Snark, swears and BL scenes
Notes : Beware of snark, at your face crack and dementedness.
Summary: When Jin leaves for LA, Kame decides that he needs a new life. One without desires for Jin. But when Jin returns, all of Kame’s plans don’t work at the end.
I never could understand that night.
That night when you told me you were leaving for the States to further your studies.
“Awww, Kame, why the long face? It’s not like I won’t come back. It’s just a few months, don’t worry! I’m not that stupid! And just imagine, when I come back, I’ll be able to say more words than ‘helicopter’, ‘sky’ and ‘Pinky’!”
Bullshit. Deep inside, I knew there were other reasons you were leaving for Los Angeles.
Education was never your top priority in the first place. If it were, you wouldn’t be a sex icon for Johnny’s Entertainment now. And besides, I don’t care if the only English word you know how to say is ‘sex’.
And of course you can take care of yourself. I’m the one who has to be taken care of.
I need you, you idiot. Can’t you see that? I need to do all these stupid things for your stupid self.
What was all my effort trying to stay next to you all the bloody time? Those nights when I’d drag you home from parties, when you rang my doorbell at a quarter to four in the morning, just so we could run all over Tokyo on a hunt for your lost hamster…?
So when you flashed your stupid grin and waved goodbye to me for the last time, you actually abducted a part of me to Los Angeles, with you. Or rather, I let that part of me be taken away.
- - -
“Kame, what the hell are you doing?”
“You’re too loud, Pi,” I said, pushing him backwards on the sofa in the same breath, “have you forgotten that we’re still in the studio… And I like you quiet?”
I crawled over him, nearly ripping off his shirt in the process of undoing those goddamned buttons, letting my hands map their way across his tense body.
“Kame, stop,” he gasped, “it’s not like that anymore - “
“What do you mean?” I growled against his ear and licked it, eliciting a very wanton groan, “You, me, a sofa. It’s very much the same as the last time, Pi.”
“The difference is aahhngod,” I bit that sensitive spot below his ear none too gently, fingers brushing circles around his rapidly hardening nipples. Pi was obviously trying to say something I didn’t have the mood for, and I intended to keep him quiet.
“You like it, I like it, so shut up and just go with the flow, you idiot.”
I pressed wet, sloppy kisses down his neck, chest and then those sexy abs. He let out ragged moans that sounded like they’d been dragged kicking and screaming out of him. Pi was obviously trying his hardest to fight me off for some unbeknownst reason - but no matter, small issues weren’t important. He’d give in eventually.
I undid his belt, not bothering to be slow or gentle, forcing the zip of his jeans down. I cursed as it got stuck halfway, pulled harder, and that was the last straw.
“Kame, stop!” he shouted as he tried to sit up and push me off him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Pi?! I’m not in the mood for your fucking charades!” I was displeased, to put it lightly, and I had no care for the hurt my violent words were probably causing him.
“Charades?! I - You -” he spluttered, but as I reached for his jeans again he slapped my hands away.
“You’re the one who’s playing at fucking charades, Kame, and everyone knows it! Listen to someone other than yourself for once in your life! I’m trying to tell you something - oh for the love of god, Kame, you don’t want me!”
My hands fell limply to my sides, and my face got visibly paler as I glowered at him.
“You want him. You want Akanishi Jin, not Yamashita Tomohisa. You want the idiot that just flew away to Los Angeles, not the genius you’re currently straddling.”
“That wasn’t really a smart comment, genius.”
“The point is, you don’t love me and I’m fucking tired of being your sex toy during your mood swings. Kame, get a life. And besides, I’m already taken.”
“What the fuck?”
Pi sighed and smiled, almost-bitterly, “I’m not your property, Kame, Koyama confessed to me last week. Look, last time was something that just - just happened. Nothing else. And as a friend, I’m telling you this. I know you want Jin. Hell, everyone knows you want him.”
“I don’t need a genius to tell me that. I need a genius to tell him that!” I sat back, letting him get out from under me. He sighed, looking at me with those pity-filled eyes, before turning on his heel and walking away.
“You have to tell him that,” Pi said, not looking back as he left. “You have months to figure out how now, don’t blow it, darling.”
I looked at his retreating back. ‘Months,’ I said to myself, ripping stuffing out of the sofa. Reality kicked in. Jin had just left for Los Angeles, I was using Pi as a fuck buddy again and - the kicker - I got dumped by Pi for Koyama. Bloody member love, he was probably getting a lot of member love from Pi.
“I need a new life,’’ I said out loud, slamming the door behind me as I stormed out of the studio.
- - -
“Kame, you coming or what?” the KAT-TUN princess asked as he grabbed his coat off the rack.
I let out a sigh, “No.”
“Suit yourself. Jin’s arrival is in 2 hours, if you happen to change your mind, you know where to go. See you later.”
Ueda walked out and joined the others, examining his impeccably manicured nails as he told them I had refused to go.
“Holy shit? Is this for real!? He was the most cut up of all of us when Jin left for LA!” Maru exclaimed, “he became the turtle who always hid his head in his shell!”
“Maru,” Pi said, “don’t make me beat you up, please.”
“Holy shit! Pi, you wouldn’t! What would KAT-TUN do without me!?”
“Shut up Maru!” A vein in Ueda’s forehead was throbbing very unnervingly. “I don’t know what happened to Kame, he just doesn’t want to talk about Jin anymore.”
And that, I thought wryly, about summed it up.
- - -
“Kame, baby, darling, sweetcakes, honey bunch!” Jin said as he hugged me.
“Jin, let go.”
“But why darling, you know you like it! And I missed you so much! Why weren’t you at the airport yesterday?”
“I got caught up with some stuff.”
“Oh,” Jin said, releasing me from his chokehold that masqueraded as a hug. “Hey, are you okay? You seem… different.”
“Sure I am, I’m just tired I guess, now if you’ll excuse me,” I said as I walked out the room, “I have to answer the call of nature.”
Of course I’m not okay. You’re back and I just… I just… I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.
That part of me you took along to LA, I think it doesn’t want to return back to me and I don’t plan to welcome it back.
I like my new Jinless life; it’s less stressful and has tight asses.
- - -
Seconds ticked into hours turned into days melted into weeks finally became months.
The current relationship of Jin and I has become an antithesis of our relationship before he went to LA.
The times when I’d give away my lunch to Koki just so I can sit next to him in shootings become situations where Jin wore a strapless gown just to get my attention on Cartoon KAT-TUN.
The calls at 3am during his drunken stages are now calls every hour to ask how I am, which I pointedly do not pick up, sometimes even switching off my phone.
Kamenashi Kazuya making tiramisu became Akanishi Jin producing Baked Alaska.
And I was doing a bloody fine job of hiding from him.
Until one day;
“So tell me, what happened?” our manager asked Jin and I.
“Look, if this is about Tegoshi’s pants falling during the recent filming of Cartoon KAT-TUN, I had nothing to do with it. Tell the fashion consultants to correct their measurements, I think Tegonyan lost weight.” I said quickly.
“Not that Kamenashi. What happened between you and Jin?”
“Excuse me?” I said stupidly, trying to be oblivious.
“Where is the love?!”
Both of us just stared at our manager, whom, I just noticed, is balding. I did a mental note of never becoming a manager for boybands.
“Hey I know that! The Blue Eyed Peas sang that song!”
“Jin you fucking idiot of an ass!” Mr Manager was certainly not in a good mood today. “Don’t give me shit! What’s up with both of you?! Who’s mad at who?! Who made who mad?! Why are you guys mad at each other?!”
“No one’s mad at anyone, no one made anyone mad and no, we’re not mad at each other,” I replied, my voice much more matter-of-fact than the current state of my emotions.
“Then why do reports say you guys are fighting?! Don’t play dumb with me Kamenashi.”
“I am not! And what reports!?” he was certainly getting on my nerves.
“Fan reports.”
For 5 split seconds, the room was utterly quite. Did I hear the blockhead wrong? Fan reports?!
“Statistics from fan blogs shows that 80% of the bloggers think you’re mad at each other for some interesting reasons such as Kame being jealous of Jin in the gown, Jin having a grudge against Kame’s sexy body and both of you forgetting each others’ birthdays. Whereas based from forum discussion, most just say both of you are stubborn and don’t want to make the first move to kiss and make up. Lastly, miscellaneous resources state that Kame secretly has Jin’s lost hamster and doesn’t want to return it to Jin.”
“You have Toto-chan!? Kameeeeeee, give him back to me!”
“No Jin, Toto-chan’s dead. And Sir, do you really believe in fan reports?!”
“Kamenashi, in this world of competitive pretty boys, one must know the market to succeed. So yes, I read and believe fan reports. Believe!”
“Now where have I heard that before?” I thought aloud, as I made another mental note to try and find a new manager.
“That’s not important Kamenashi! So make me proud and the fans happy, kiss and make up! That is all.”
- - -
‘Kiss and make up, kiss and make up. What the fuck is going on in the manager’s head? Do you think making up is easy? What does he think we are? Robots without emotions and thought?!’ I screamed in my head as I walked down the stairs.
Kamenashi Kazuya is no longer a hungry soul whose main purpose in life is to be Jin’s shadow.
‘Maybe I should just quite being a Johnny and end this all.’
As my feet reached solid ground, I felt someone grab my wrist and pulled me into the room under the stairs.
“What the - Jin? What the fuck are you - mmph!!” I attempted to free myself from the sweaty hand covering my mouth and nose. “Shhh,” he whispered, and I determinedly ignored the way his breath made the hairs on my neck stand up, “I’m kissing and making up, sweetheart.” His fingers traced patterns on my stomach, and I almost gave in. Almost.
“I hardly think that idiot manager meant this kind of kissing,” I replied scathingly, and made to pull away. He held me fast. “Kame darling, you know you’ve wanted me for ages, why the sudden reluctance?” Arrogant words, but I could hear the underlying plea, and my resolve strengthened. Not so tough now, hmmm?
“For your information, I have not wanted anyone for ages, and even if I had wanted anyone, you’d be the last on my list, Bakanishi.” I spit the nickname at him like it was diseased. And then I knew I had crossed a line. His face darkened, and he slammed me against the closet wall.
“What the hell happened to you Kame!?” Jin growled at my face, barely inches away. “You were all over me then, why this now?”
I looked away. So he did know I wanted him, but he didn’t do anything about it. Bastard!
“Answer me Kame!” Jin closed the space between our faces and started to lick my lips which quickly changes into quick bites. Another lick and the whole act repeats, making my knees weaker by the second. ‘Get your act up Kame, all the hard work building a wall during the past few months, and you fall for this?!’
The teases slowly become kisses where Jin savors every available inch of the insides of my mouth. “Kamenashi,” he moans.
‘One sheep jumps over the wall, two sheeps jump over the wall, three sheeeeeeep, ah fuck sheep.’ I had no idea how I thought that would actually work and keep my mind focused.
“Kame,” he bit into my collarbone and growled, producing vibrations onto my skin which sent nerve impulses of orgasmic pleasure to my whole body.
“Jin!” I screamed, trying to end this now before anything else happens. “ Get the fuck away from me, you pervert!”
“Not until you answer me, why the hell are you running away from me.”
What is his problem?!
“Geez Jin, you want to know why? Ok then, I’ll tell you. I hate you! I fucking hate you! You left for LA when you clearly knew I needed you. All the effort I put into getting closer to you, what do they mean huh?! You fucking knew and did nothing. I’m fed up Jin, so I gave up and locked you out from my life. You happy now!?” I screamed at him, disregarding my pride and the wall I painfully built up. My eyes were hot and tears started to well up, oh fuck.
“Kame, sweetie. Look at me.” Bakanishi said and tried to lift my chin, but I turned away. I pushed the moron aside and headed for the exit. I would have been able to breathe fresh air if the moron had not pulled me back and embraced me.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly against my ear. “I’m so so sorry. I just didn’t know I pushed you so down Kame. Really, I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry is just a five letter, two syllable word Jin.” I said coldly. But deep inside, I knew, that part of me that he brought to LA had just returned.
“Then I’ll prove it to you.”
- - -
“Good morning everyone!” Maru chirped out. “Welcome to today’s episode of Cartoon KAT-TUN!”
“Yaaaaaay,” Jin the idiot responded, “today, we have a surprise for you all! The one and only Ai Otsuka!”
“But before we bring the lovely Ai out, let’s talk about magic at the studio!”
I stared at Koki, what the fuck was he talking about?
“Ah yes yes, magic! Around 2 in the afternoon yesterday, we heard a weird noise in this room,” Junno told the cameramen and crew. “It was the room under the second floor stairs! Tell everyone what you heard Uebo!”
My face paled. I turned to Jin who was also agape at what the others were saying.
“Well, I was going to get some food at the cafeteria when I stopped at those particular stairs due to these weird noises. It was really quite traumatizing.”
“So Uebo called us and we all gathered out the room and stared at it! I still think it’s Harry Potter, Junno!”
“Koki, Harry Potter does not exist! It’s the Boogeyman I tell you!” Maru exclaimed.
“Doofus, everyone knows the Boogeyman lives under the bed, it’s the deceased spirit of some ancient fella whose soul cannot rest because the building is on his graveyard.”
Everyone, including the dolphins, looked at Ueda.
And they continued to debate on what or who was in the closet under the second floor stairs as Kame smiled to himself, Jin thinking of a new and better location for the night and Ai Otsuka waiting backstage.
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