“Ghost Whisperer!” Jin scares Kame by sneaking behind him on the school corridor and whispering in his ear, making the younger boy’s body jolt violently and eyes flash with fear as he turns around to see his grinning face. “Did I get that right? Did I? Did I get it right, good-doer?”

Kame doesn’t manage to answer from his shock and Jin pulls ( Read more... )

The Ghost Whisperer

The night they meet is filled with loud laughter, yelling, singing and the intimidating smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Kame’s lips are chapped and he walks down the stairs from upstairs with a bottle of beer in his hands, eyeing the room silently with a grave look in his eyes. Jin is holding the mike, his friends ( Read more... )

Jin was always over-affectionate. Touchy and clingy.

You were always two years younger than him.

As teenagers, two years sometimes meant the world. Required sacrifices.

Jin did the best he could to take things slow. You pushed yourself to take faster steps. It was always awkward and difficult, things between the two of you. Your pace.

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Complexity. That’s the word for the two of you.

Hatred too. From your part.

Tired and sick. Sounds about right.

Exhaustion.

…Idiocy. Pure idiocy. You aren’t an idiot, no. He is but you aren’t. But when it comes to the two of you there’s no way of denying it. You’re such an idiot.

You should stop playing already. Hasn’t there been ( Read more... )

Timing is everything. Or so you have always been told anyway.

But then again, in the end timing is such a tricky thing. Maybe it requires talent in the area in question, a great amount of charisma and just the right personality for it, isn’t that so? At least that’s what you think and feel when you walk by the coastline, feet sinking in the wet ( Read more... )

It’s his room.

…Again.

That’s what he thinks, lying on his bed, back against the soft mattress and arms supporting his head as he stares at the ceiling. Hours seem to pass in this particular room, hours with no end. Distant voices somewhere outside his room, angry. Pulsating bruises and swollen joints, regular throbbing.

Calm ( Read more... )