[04/06] Yakuza AU: dream a Dream
title. dream a Dream
pairing. akame (je)
rating. pg-13
summary. akanishi and kamenashi are yakuza who work together, who live together, who trust each other. one month ago, kamenashi left akanishi and tokyo to go to kobe. when akanishi shows up, akanishi's surprised.
author's note. yakuza au! chronologically before the last installment!
word count. 01220
"Akanishi." Kamenashi's eyes widen. He hasn't seen the other in a month. He hasn't spoken to him in a month. Not since he left Tokyo and Akanishi decided to stay behind. "What're you doing here?" He clambers into the stretch limo and the chauffeur closes the door behind him. "Where are the guards?"
"I'm your bodyguard tonight," Akanishi says. He doesn't look up from his crossword puzzle. People change quickly, Kamenashi thinks, because Akanishi never did crossword puzzles before.
"All the way from Tokyo?" It's warm in the limo. Kamenashi sits opposite of Akanishi, crosses his legs and watches the other. "They sent you to be my bodyguard? All the way from Tokyo?"
"All the way from To-ah! That's the answer to five across. Tokyo."
Kamenashi looks out the window. The limo is moving. The scenery blurs by. "We're going to Osaka," he says. It's been a month since Tokyo. His eyes flicker to Akanishi. Akanishi has that ring on his pinky.
"Where's yours?" Akanishi asks. He finally looks up from his puzzle. His hair is lighter, Kamenashi realizes. It is light brown and shorter. And his eyes look more tired.
"I lost it," Kamenashi lies. It's at the bottom of a storm drain.
"Truth. Eight down. I'm almost done the puzzle, Kazuya,” Akanishi says. He smiles. Kamenashi tightens. He feels uneasy when Akanishi says his first name.
Kamenashi thinks the limo is stifling. "They sent you? All the way from Tokyo?" He's disbelieving.
"All the way from Tokyo."
"What about school?"
"What about school?" Akanishi asks. He looks at Kamenashi like he's an alien. "What about school? You're here."
"Heart. Twenty-four down," Kamenashi finds himself saying. He frowns.
"That's my sixth finished crossword puzzle today," Akanishi says, and he holds it up so Kamenashi can see. "Come see, Kamenashi," he says, and pats the seat beside him.
"Huh?"
"Come look," Akanishi says, and Kamenashi moves so that he sits beside Akanishi.
It's been one month since Tokyo and Akanishi. "You filled in all the boxes with smiley faces," Kamenashi says. He looks up into Akanishi's eyes dubiously. "What the hell is going on?" He asks. "Why are you here?"
Akanishi lets the crossword puzzle and pen fall to the floor as he turns toward Kamenashi.
Kamenashi forgets to breathe.
"I wanted to be with you," Akanishi says. He looks into Kamenashi's eyes, but he's nervous. Kamenashi can tell. His eyes move toward the side, flicker to look out the window. "I just wanted to be with you," Akanishi says, softly, so softly that Kamenashi only knows what he says from the movement of his lips.
"You said you weren't coming," Kamenashi says, and he looks straight at Akanishi. "You said you were staying in Tokyo. You said you were going to finish university. You-"
"You," Akanishi says. "I just wanted to be with you." And he doesn't offer any explanation besides that, leans in and Kamenashi finally remembers to breathe. Akanishi smells spicy and woody. Like currants-nutmeg and pepper and oak.
Kamenashi misses that.
"Kamenashi," Akanishi says. He looks very tired. There are dark bags beneath his eyes. "Did you hear me?" He asks.
Kamenashi snaps back to attention. Kamenashi remembers. "You know that's not what I wanted," he says quietly and leans away. "I wanted us to stay together to work together-"
"Don't kid yourself, Kamenashi," Akanishi whispers against his ear. And his breath is hot and sends a shiver up Kamenashi's spine. He feels heady, dazed. Everything is cloudy and vague.
Akanishi's scent envelopes the space. It's thick. Kamenashi can't breathe without breathing in Akanishi. And Akanishi shifts so that he balances on his knees. Akanishi shifts so that he can push Kamenashi down onto the seat and Kamenashi can feel all the bumps of the road beneath him and all of Akanishi's body above him.
"A month," Akanishi says, and his lips are on Kamenashi's. Exactly the same as before, except maybe more demanding, more commanding, a little more chapped. "A month," he says again, and his voice is rough and Kamenashi shuts his eyes tight.
"A month," he concedes, and presses up against Akanishi.
His body wants this and his mind wants that.
It’s all very confusing.
Akanishi's lips are on his jaw, on his neck, on Kamenashi's own lips again. Open and warm. Kamenashi misses this.
Akanishi always was good at kissing.
"I'm sorry," Kamenashi says, when Akanishi pulls away. "I'm sorry for Tokyo."
Then, the click. That tell-tale click.
Kamenashi knows that sound well.
"Akanishi," he breathes, and feels the metal hard and cold against his temple. "Akanishi," he says, and his eyes fly open and Akanishi's eyes are dark and intense and Kamenashi shudders because he's turned on and trembles because he's afraid.
"They want me to kill you," Akanishi says. "They want me to kill you," he repeats, and Kamenashi opens his mouth to respond but no sound comes out.
"Do you know what they said, Kamenashi?" Akanishi asks, and Kamenashi sees him pull that gun away from his temple. "They said it was me or you."
Kamenashi opens his mouth to say something, maybe to say that he doesn’t want them to hurt Akanishi, so, maybe-
"Of course," Akanishi says. "I'd choose you." And Kamenashi’s eyes widen when the gun is pressed back against his temple. Akanishi's finger pulls on the trigger and everything moves in slow-motion. Like the turtles clinging to the tinted windows and the water filling up the backseat.
"Akanishi."
"Don't be afraid."
---
Kamenashi wakes up alone and in a cold sweat. He sits up. His alarm clock reads four-twenty-eight in the morning but Kamenashi reminds himself that it's twelve minutes too fast.
One month. They haven't spoken in one month. They haven't seen each other in one month.
Kamenashi wonders what it means when he dreams of the one person he trusts turning his back on him.
---
In Tokyo, Akanishi wakes up with a crick in his neck. His notes are crumpled and there is a pen in his hand. His eyes squint at the bright light of his cell phone.
It reads four-sixteen.
He wonders what Kamenashi is doing.
---
"You look tired," one of the guards says as Kamenashi pulls off his sunglasses. He couldn't fall asleep after that dream.
"Do I?" Kamenashi asks.
They climb into the limo. Kamenashi sits opposite the two guards. There is another in the front seat. They're going to Osaka. Kamenashi feels uneasy. He's a little superstitious.
"Forgive me for saying so, Kamenashi-san, but you look like shit," the other guard says, and Kamenashi narrows his eyes.
"I'm fine," he says, and leans his head against the window. "Do either of you have information on what's going on in Tokyo?" He asks.
"You're from Tokyo, right Kamenashi-san?" One of them asks. "I don't pay much attention. There's too much going on. It moves too fast."
"Ah."
"Why?"
"Just wondering." He wonders what Akanishi is doing for Takki. He wonders how busy Akanishi is with school. He wonders about his dream.
In his dream, Akanishi’s appearance means there’s unfinished business.
But death? It symbolizes a transition.
He considers calling Akanishi, pulls out his phone and turns it over in his hand. Akanishi is on speed-dial. Number one.
Transition.
It's been one month, and Kamenashi puts his phone back in his pocket.
PART 03 // PART 05
2008.01.05 → 2008.01.08