Remix based on soucieux's fic 'Four Different Ways Jin May Or May Not Come Back'
Title: Deja Vu
Rating: G
Group/Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya (Akame), Ueda Tatsuya, Yamashita Tomohisa, Nishikido Ryo
Warnings: None
Notes: Dear soucieux, I have to say I rarely write Akame, but I’m glad I stumbled upon such an artistic Akame writer like you. Your artistic view of Akame gave me a lot of inspirations. Please continue to write. ^^
Link to Original Story: Four Different Ways Jin May Or May Not Come Back
Link to Original Writer: soucieux
Marshmallow Fluff and Tastykakes
The moment Kitagawa offered Ueda his own solo concert, Ueda wasn’t very confident about it. He went to discuss it with Jin, because Jin was always the one to give him honest criticism, the one who always managed to open up his eyes, even if it took quite some time. So when he completed his first solo concert with success, Jin was the first KAT-TUN member he called. “I’d like to see your solo concert someday, too,” Ueda told Jin excitedly, only to be answered with a bitter laugh.
When Jin had left for LA the first time and a package of marshmallow fluff and Tastykakes arrived at Ueda’s doorstep, he thought Jin was gone for good. He called Jin for a farewell, but Jin didn’t pick up. The time was three in the morning over there in California, so he left a simple message: “As long as it makes you happy.” Then later Jin returned. Yet, ironically, Ueda felt Jin wasn’t any nearer.
When Jin announced his official leave, Ueda thought it was all over. He had expected Jin would leave anyway. But a package arrived months later at his doorstep, with another box of marshmallow fluff and Tastykakes, and a copy of a DVD inside - The Yellow Gold Concert. Jin loved junk food and when he went to LA, it was no different. The post-it stuck to the front read “Years ago you said you wanted to see my solo someday. This is it, if you’re still interested” in a neat English handwriting.
A different package showed up at Jin’s doorstep a month later, with the DVD he sent to Ueda. A new post-it stuck to the front read, “Autographs please.” Jin couldn’t help but to smile. Only this time, they were written in a messy Japanese handwriting.
Press Conference
The first press conference Jin had was when he announced that he would head to LA to study. He remembered all the grief, the tears, and the promises. And he kept them close in his heart.
Another press conference was held when he kept his promise, finally returning to his band mates. It was the first time he had seen the rest of KAT-TUN in six months. He remembered how the boys hugged him, feeling the warmth of welcome, telling him in sheer joy that they tried to keep his fans happy, and that he had to flick his hips to win his fans again. He was laughing.
The last press conference he had, he was alone, announcing to the whole world he’ll be going solo. There was no promise, no warmth. Jin thought he would be alone from that point onwards. But months later when he stumbled upon a KAT-TUN press conference, he heard them saying something. Jin didn’t remember who said it; he was in the kitchen. The TV voice was too low for him to catch. But he heard the sentence loud and clear, “Akanishi is our friend, so we want to cheer him.”
The words filled him with warmth. Jin thought he would never be alone. Something inside him ensured him he would always be part of KAT-TUN, even if press conferences were their only medium of communication.
And the Reply is “Okaeri”
Yamapi totally surprised KAT-TUN with the return of Akanishi Jin. There wasn’t a single KAT-TUN member who wasn’t excited. Kame was the first to jump to him, mumbling “okaeri” into his chest. Jin was startled, but he didn’t miss Koki’s sheepish grin, and Ueda’s faked indifference, and Taguchi’s annoying never-ending smile, or even Nakamaru’s obvious astonishment. Jin thought, “They never change.”
A few years later when Kitagawa announced KAT-TUN’s Asia world tour, they were sitting at the round table in their dressing room, discussing some trivial matters about their latest concert. And then Yamapi half-opened the door, only his head visible, and they all stared back. A gloomy expression spread over his face, with something secretive. “Guess what?” his said, his voice somewhat low.
“Don’t tell me,” Koki rolled his eyes. “NEWS are gonna be our back-up dancers?”
That managed to make Yamapi chuckle bitterly. “No,” he answered with a sigh and carefully stepped in. The room was quiet, in an awkward way, as Yamapi held out an official Johnny’s envelope.
Kame was the one who took and opened it. There was only a simple white piece of paper inside. Kame unfolded it. “I’m heading back to LA. Ittekimasu,” it said.
Ueda, Koki, Taguchi and Nakamaru stared questioningly at Kame.
“Itterashai,” Kame replied, though he knew full well Jin wouldn’t hear him. But the look on his band mates’ faces changed. They knew what that meant.
The Answer to Six Divided by Five is One Point Two
Yamapi wasn’t the type who would say he missed Jin. So when Yamapi finished the call that night, Jin thought going back wouldn’t be such a bad decision. He thought he’d be back for a while. He was pulled on camera right after he landed in Tokyo. He hadn’t recovered from jet lag, and almost threw up. A hand simply slipped into his, grabbing with a constant firm pressure, just enough to give him comfort. Jin glanced aside, and he saw Kame answering the press calmly, hand still woven with his. Jin thought six is much easier.
When Jin finally left the group, they never had the chance to actually meet. And as Jin finally returned to Japan, KAT-TUN flew away. Jin wasn’t sure if it was really coincidence, or maybe they just shouldn’t meet, yet. One night he spent with Ryo at a bar, his hand scribbling down weird calculations Ryo could not comprehend.
“You know six people - the work of six people distributed to five - they need to work harder,” Jin mumbled, his mind was getting hazy after a few bottles of vodka. Ryo didn’t bother to even think about the formula.
“But y’know, Ryo,” Jin’s voice rose a bit. “Six divided by five is one point two, but one times six would be six,” he continued.
Ryo stared at Jin in disbelief. “You don’t do work for six people, dude.”
Jin shook his head. “I know.” His head fell on the bar counter.
“Maybe we should just go,” Ryo suggested, ready to pay the bill and, if needed, dragging his best friend back.
“Ryo.”
“Yes?”
“I miss them.”
Rating: G
Group/Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya (Akame), Ueda Tatsuya, Yamashita Tomohisa, Nishikido Ryo
Warnings: None
Notes: Dear soucieux, I have to say I rarely write Akame, but I’m glad I stumbled upon such an artistic Akame writer like you. Your artistic view of Akame gave me a lot of inspirations. Please continue to write. ^^
Link to Original Story: Four Different Ways Jin May Or May Not Come Back
Link to Original Writer: soucieux
Marshmallow Fluff and Tastykakes
The moment Kitagawa offered Ueda his own solo concert, Ueda wasn’t very confident about it. He went to discuss it with Jin, because Jin was always the one to give him honest criticism, the one who always managed to open up his eyes, even if it took quite some time. So when he completed his first solo concert with success, Jin was the first KAT-TUN member he called. “I’d like to see your solo concert someday, too,” Ueda told Jin excitedly, only to be answered with a bitter laugh.
When Jin had left for LA the first time and a package of marshmallow fluff and Tastykakes arrived at Ueda’s doorstep, he thought Jin was gone for good. He called Jin for a farewell, but Jin didn’t pick up. The time was three in the morning over there in California, so he left a simple message: “As long as it makes you happy.” Then later Jin returned. Yet, ironically, Ueda felt Jin wasn’t any nearer.
When Jin announced his official leave, Ueda thought it was all over. He had expected Jin would leave anyway. But a package arrived months later at his doorstep, with another box of marshmallow fluff and Tastykakes, and a copy of a DVD inside - The Yellow Gold Concert. Jin loved junk food and when he went to LA, it was no different. The post-it stuck to the front read “Years ago you said you wanted to see my solo someday. This is it, if you’re still interested” in a neat English handwriting.
A different package showed up at Jin’s doorstep a month later, with the DVD he sent to Ueda. A new post-it stuck to the front read, “Autographs please.” Jin couldn’t help but to smile. Only this time, they were written in a messy Japanese handwriting.
Press Conference
The first press conference Jin had was when he announced that he would head to LA to study. He remembered all the grief, the tears, and the promises. And he kept them close in his heart.
Another press conference was held when he kept his promise, finally returning to his band mates. It was the first time he had seen the rest of KAT-TUN in six months. He remembered how the boys hugged him, feeling the warmth of welcome, telling him in sheer joy that they tried to keep his fans happy, and that he had to flick his hips to win his fans again. He was laughing.
The last press conference he had, he was alone, announcing to the whole world he’ll be going solo. There was no promise, no warmth. Jin thought he would be alone from that point onwards. But months later when he stumbled upon a KAT-TUN press conference, he heard them saying something. Jin didn’t remember who said it; he was in the kitchen. The TV voice was too low for him to catch. But he heard the sentence loud and clear, “Akanishi is our friend, so we want to cheer him.”
The words filled him with warmth. Jin thought he would never be alone. Something inside him ensured him he would always be part of KAT-TUN, even if press conferences were their only medium of communication.
And the Reply is “Okaeri”
Yamapi totally surprised KAT-TUN with the return of Akanishi Jin. There wasn’t a single KAT-TUN member who wasn’t excited. Kame was the first to jump to him, mumbling “okaeri” into his chest. Jin was startled, but he didn’t miss Koki’s sheepish grin, and Ueda’s faked indifference, and Taguchi’s annoying never-ending smile, or even Nakamaru’s obvious astonishment. Jin thought, “They never change.”
A few years later when Kitagawa announced KAT-TUN’s Asia world tour, they were sitting at the round table in their dressing room, discussing some trivial matters about their latest concert. And then Yamapi half-opened the door, only his head visible, and they all stared back. A gloomy expression spread over his face, with something secretive. “Guess what?” his said, his voice somewhat low.
“Don’t tell me,” Koki rolled his eyes. “NEWS are gonna be our back-up dancers?”
That managed to make Yamapi chuckle bitterly. “No,” he answered with a sigh and carefully stepped in. The room was quiet, in an awkward way, as Yamapi held out an official Johnny’s envelope.
Kame was the one who took and opened it. There was only a simple white piece of paper inside. Kame unfolded it. “I’m heading back to LA. Ittekimasu,” it said.
Ueda, Koki, Taguchi and Nakamaru stared questioningly at Kame.
“Itterashai,” Kame replied, though he knew full well Jin wouldn’t hear him. But the look on his band mates’ faces changed. They knew what that meant.
The Answer to Six Divided by Five is One Point Two
Yamapi wasn’t the type who would say he missed Jin. So when Yamapi finished the call that night, Jin thought going back wouldn’t be such a bad decision. He thought he’d be back for a while. He was pulled on camera right after he landed in Tokyo. He hadn’t recovered from jet lag, and almost threw up. A hand simply slipped into his, grabbing with a constant firm pressure, just enough to give him comfort. Jin glanced aside, and he saw Kame answering the press calmly, hand still woven with his. Jin thought six is much easier.
When Jin finally left the group, they never had the chance to actually meet. And as Jin finally returned to Japan, KAT-TUN flew away. Jin wasn’t sure if it was really coincidence, or maybe they just shouldn’t meet, yet. One night he spent with Ryo at a bar, his hand scribbling down weird calculations Ryo could not comprehend.
“You know six people - the work of six people distributed to five - they need to work harder,” Jin mumbled, his mind was getting hazy after a few bottles of vodka. Ryo didn’t bother to even think about the formula.
“But y’know, Ryo,” Jin’s voice rose a bit. “Six divided by five is one point two, but one times six would be six,” he continued.
Ryo stared at Jin in disbelief. “You don’t do work for six people, dude.”
Jin shook his head. “I know.” His head fell on the bar counter.
“Maybe we should just go,” Ryo suggested, ready to pay the bill and, if needed, dragging his best friend back.
“Ryo.”
“Yes?”
“I miss them.”