TABOO - Part 2
Title: T∀BOO
Pairings: Akame, JinLizzy, KoKame
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Dark Fantasy, Smut
Beta: kyleeers
Warnings: Minor character death, icky sort of violence, and some kind of perverted smut (if that’s possible).
A/N: Three parts. Sort of one part for each pairing, but not exactly. Akame remains the dominant pairing in this fic. Enjoy!
A/N (2): If, at some point, you feel the need to skip the JinLizzy part, kindly just press CTRL+F or Command+F and search ‘locking the door behind him’ which should take you to the final paragraph of the JinLizzy part and right at the beginning of the Akame part of this chapter. LOL
Part 2
Inspired by the song Bad Dream by Kamenashi Kazuya
Second Taboo: Paranoia
Winter; 2011
The mirror on the bathroom wall smashes in the center but surprisingly does not shatter and fall off. The sound of breaking glass somehow gives Jin a moment of clarity.
What the hell is he doing?
He’s wrecking their apartment, right.
Jin’s bloody fist comes to rest on the edge of the sink, his unhurt hand gripping the other side firmly. He tries to breathe normally despite his injury and the unwanted images flashing in his mind.
Why was he feeling remorse?
Why now, after all this time?
The noise he had made woke Lizzy up. She is standing by the bathroom doorway now, clad in an oversized shirt that hangs on one shoulder and does nothing to hide the flimsy lace undergarments she is wearing. Her eyes are puffy from sleep but bulging in their sockets as she takes in the mess.
The mess that was Jin.
It gives her a start when Jin looks up at her, so she opens her mouth to speak.
“Jin, baby, what is that -” she begins to say in a small, appeasing voice, but halts almost instantly. “Is that blood?”
Jin looks down at his hands. His one knuckle was white from gripping the sink so tightly, but even the sink had traces of crimson from all the blood coming from his left hand.
Jin then looks at his bare chest. There was blood on him, too, but not his own. This has already happened so many times, so many nights before.
It was just now that Lizzy has found him like this. Why Jin let that happen, he does not know either.
“Baby… d - did you - did you get into trouble?” Lizzy says, sounding terrified and yet careful now. One of her hands is gripping at the door frame, keeping her balance in spite of her evident unease.
“Yeah,” Jin lies, still short of breath from his prior rage. “Just got into a fight and - yeah -”
She probably thinks Jin had hurt someone. Maybe she thinks he is some sort of cheap, lowlife criminal, not uncommon in this day and age, and where they lived - well, whatever. Jin cannot be bothered with what she thinks.
Jin has ignored a lot of things.
He has learned to overlook a lot of matters people considered important. Being who he is, Jin sometimes feels like he has no choice but to disregard the normalcy of everyday life. He cannot be blamed.
Not when he has been suffering from an insatiable hunger for the last couple of centuries.
“Are you hurt?” Lizzy asks again, taking a lone, cautious step into the bathroom.
Lizzy has been with him for about a year now. Jin met her through some common friends, a big circle of people they see regularly at work or when hanging out. Lizzy is not the perfect girl. She is vain, naïve, and she can be financially careless. She can be an incurably jealous bitch when it comes to Jin, too.
“Let me take a look at your wounds,” she says, becoming more confident and coming closer.
But compared to all the others Jin had been with, Lizzy has been the most tolerant, too, of Jin’s strange and inexplicable ways. Lizzy has never questioned why Jin sometimes left in the wee hours of the night, or why Jin never consumes any form of a meal when she is around. She follows Jin’s instructions, too, about which objects in the apartment were allowed to be touched and moved around and which were not.
She keeps in mind Jin’s preferences, the things he favors and the things he sorely dislikes, and acts accordingly. Lizzy is possessive of Jin, but she takes care of him, and for Jin, that was a fare enough trade, at least for the time being.
It would seem, however, that it was more unfortunate than lucky for Lizzy, like for all the others, that Jin had a lot of time in his hands.
“I’m not hurt,” Jin snaps, turning away from the woman.
He feels a bout of dizziness, however, and ends up letting himself collapse heavily on the cold toilet seat. Lizzy takes this chance to approach, kneeling down in front of him and cupping his face in her shaky hands. Jin first admired her for being brave, a trait Jin rarely sees in anyone these days. Jin closes his eyes and rests his head against the bathroom wall. Lizzy’s hands leave his face, and moments later he feels a wet cloth daubing softly at his injured hand.
Jin languidly opens his eyes, just in time to see Lizzy shooting him a worried glance. His breathing is inconsistent, and he could feel his pulse racing. Lizzy can probably sense the restlessness in him, and maybe she thinks Jin is suffering from a psychotic break of sorts.
The towel moves from his hand to his face, gently wiping away the dried spray of red liquid on his cheeks and forehead. Jin inhales the subtle fragrance from Lizzy’s wrist as her hand moves further up to his hair, but both of them freeze upon hearing a very audible snap - one of Lizzy’s well-manicured nails breaks as she tries to smooth out Jin’s untidy hair.
“Sorry,” Jin says mutely, unsure if he is apologizing for the broken nail or for his behavior in general… or maybe just because it’s the right thing to say in this situation.
“It’s okay,” Lizzy replies, still combing Jin’s hair back with her fingers. “I’ll just take care of it later… tomorrow - or maybe later is the right word? I don’t know - what time is it?” she adds, making a small, edgy laugh.
Jin does not reply and instead closes his eyes again, trying to get a hold of himself. He tries to focus on where he is right now, a task that has become more and more complex as time passed by, owing to the fact that he has been through so much for so long.
Life had become better for him for the second half of his existence. It was only after a century of hiding away from everyone and everything that he learned how he was actually not vulnerable to sunlight, among other things generally believed to be perilous for beings like himself. The alteration of his being did not exactly come with guidelines; he did not have anyone to ask.
After that fateful night, after that riveting encounter, he never saw the man another time. And so, the perpetual purpose of his existence became him, the very cause of his immortality. For two centuries and three decades, Jin has been searching, and he is not about to give up, for it feels as if it was only last night when he entered that castle, dined and danced within its lavish halls, and made passionate love to that man, around whom his world had revolved ever since, even without catching a glimpse of him ever again.
That is not to say Jin led a pointless life from that time onwards. He had tried to use his time wisely, reading clues and signs, searching for the weapon, secretly hoping that the very same path would lead him to that man, who hopefully was also still on his quest for that mythical item. In an aim to broaden his horizons and better understand the world, Jin had been to a lot of places and been through all sorts of experiences.
A couple of decades back, though, Jin actually found something he was genuinely interested in: music.
It had been some sort of rebirth for him, discovering how he could so easily express himself through a song, and countless much-admired compositions later, he had found himself in the midst of artists who considered him their equal - their friend - and suddenly the world did not seem too much of a bleak place in Jin’s eyes. He preferred to work in the background, though. After all, he cannot afford to be famous, given his cursed existence.
Today, Jin Akanishi is an acclaimed composer who writes under false names, with only his closest peers knowing his real identity. And even they do not know why Jin refuses to put a face on all the awards and honors his music merits.
It is better this way.
“Hey, we’re going to Josh’s tomorrow night, okay?”
Lizzy’s voice trembles as she speaks, but here she is, talking about ordinary, everyday things, trying to find some semblance of normalcy… because she literally just woke up to chaos. She is now wiping Jin’s blood-stained chest with the damp towel, her head bowed. Jin is ticked off by what she just said, but he decides to ignore it to try to give her some peace of mind. This is not their best night.
It was through Jin’s work as a musician that he met Lizzy, too, when she was cast to dance for one of his tracks. She moved with grace and enchantment that Jin found amazing, but upon shaking her hand and locking gazes with her, Jin instantly knew she was no different from the others.
“Let’s stop by Tokyo Midtown tomorrow morning to get him a gift -”
Jin’s patience wears thin as Lizzy rambles on. How can she care about going to Josh's? About a birthday? About getting a goddamn gift?
“I do not want go to Josh’s tomorrow -” Jin says curtly, and he feels Lizzy’s hand momentarily freeze on his chest.
“O - okay,” she answers prematurely, resuming her task and keeping her head down. It was like she is holding her breath, too. Out of fear or frustration, Jin does not know.
Jin reaches out and touches Lizzy’s cheek. She looks up at him again, her eyes looking miserable more than anything right now.
“Sorry,” Jin says again.
Lizzy smiles, rather sadly still, and Jin feels a bit regretful. Lizzy is probably one of the women who stood by him the longest. She reaches up slightly and kisses him in the lips, gently, carefully, and Jin returns the kiss, his hand coming to rest on Lizzy’s shoulder temporarily. She moans softly as his hand goes down to cup her breast, and Jin stands up, pulling her up with him and not breaking their kiss. They stay like that for a bit, with Lizzy flush against Jin’s body, but soon she pulls them out of the bathroom and into the bedroom one step at a time, all the while still kissing, with Jin’s hands now on her backside.
A few steps away from the bed, Lizzy grinds leisurely against Jin, and the man involuntarily bites his lip to keep his reaction to himself. Turning breathless but all the more eager, Jin lays Lizzy down on the bed and climbs on top of her, her hands automatically clinging onto Jin, and the ill feeling which earlier caused him to wreck havoc returns to him.
It was always like this with women. He takes pleasure in them, but he feels incomplete. He becomes aware that he does not want that pleasure, and yet he seeks for it over and over again.
As he boldly slips a warm hand between Lizzy’s thighs and under the lace panties, he reminds himself that he is not looking for pleasure itself, but for that one person who has made his world turn upside down; the person who had changed his life forever.
“Yes, baby - oh yes - more -” Lizzy breathes, rocking her hips against Jin’s fingers as he shoves away her shirt and bra, taking a nipple firmly between his teeth. Jin feels Lizzy begin to quiver as she nears her orgasm, and she untangles her fingers from his hair, feeling Jin down to palm his erection through his baggy denim pants. Among other things, Lizzy was good at this, for this. Jin thrusts into her hand as he kisses her sweaty skin, feeling his own libido rising. Seeing Lizzy thrashing in pleasure underneath him, however, Jin closes his eyes as he feels a different kind of need arise within him. Cursing himself, Jin places his other hand on Lizzy’s throat and the woman momentarily freezes in surprise, looking down at him in confusion.
“Don’t -” Jin says indistinctly, trying to tell Lizzy not to come.
“Don’t worry,” Lizzy hushes at him breathlessly, grinding down against Jin’s fingers inside her again. “I’m ready for more -”
It came across as a challenge to Jin’s ears, and for some reason he is suddenly enraged, and he begins to feel the fury welling up inside him, blurring his judgment, his mind entering a haze of pure physical sensations with only the anger guiding his actions.
If you want to end up this way…
Jin speeds up his hand motions in and out of Lizzy, and at the same time his grip on her throat tightens. He can hear Lizzy gag a bit, but she seems only even more eager, gripping Jin’s erection firmly and starting to pump him through his jeans. Jin takes his hand off her neck and grabs her hands, pinning them to the bed above her head. Lizzy smiles a twisted one, turned on by the act - believing that they were role playing rape.
“Don’t -” Jin says again dimly, his sanity pleading behind the cloud of ire pervading his mind. He did not even know what he wanted Lizzy to do.
“Oh god yes!” Lizzy screams, meeting Jin’s hand thrusts.
Under his other hand Jin could feel her blood rushing through the veins in her wrists. Jin was not greedy, but so many things had gone wrong tonight that this temptation could only be one of them. Jin would not have wanted his time with Lizzy to end anytime soon - she was, without a doubt, one of the better ones he’s had - but her finding Jin in that state earlier, it could only end up badly, leading to questions and unspoken secrets and things that Jin had usually avoided when he was in a relationship with anyone - if they could be called a relationship at all.
Because even after two centuries and three decades, while Jin’s body has been corrupted by corporal vices and taken pleasure in other bodies as well, his heart - and soul, if beings like him had one - still belongs only to one man and Jin had yet to meet him again.
Lizzy manages to free one hand from Jin’s grip, and she stubbornly brings it down to his cock once more, this time forcing her hand inside his pants and pumping him rapidly, seeking release in her own ministrations. Jin mindlessly thrusts into her touch, feeling her pulse racing as she closes her eyes, and when they are both about to reach their climax, Jin dips his head and sinks his teeth into the soft skin of her sweaty neck.
Blood gushes out from the wound at the side of Lizzy’s neck even as Jin sips at it hurriedly, and for a while he could still hear her erratic breathing, becoming softer and softer… until everything becomes quiet.
Lizzy lays still and motionless under Jin.
Finishing his task, Jin lets go of her hand, pulling out his own from her underwear and pulling out hers from inside his pants. He gets off the bed, straightening up, and surveys her lifeless form. Her eyes were wide open with a blank expression on her face; their time together was great, but Jin could not bear to feel sorry for her.
There was no point in hiding or disposing of her body; that was never his style. As always when his partner inevitably perished by his hands, he would leave town and find a new life for himself. This past year was really a rest for him, having settled down with Lizzy. If only for that, Jin was truly grateful.
He bent over the bed, closing Lizzy’s eyes for her with a sigh. He then proceeded to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, making it a point to wash away all the blood. Tonight was a mess, but he’d been through worse to take this night seriously. He was having a bit of a breakdown, that’s all.
Coming out of the shower, Jin passes by Lizzy’s corpse on the bed as he goes to the closet. He takes out a clean pair of jeans, a v-neck shirt, a hoodie, and a beanie because it was cold outside right now. He straps on his watch and puts on his shoes, and he leaves the apartment he had occupied for the past year, locking the door behind him.
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Jin kicks an empty beer can on the pavement, sighing to himself. He is lost in his thoughts, but he is walking down a street in a neighborhood he is so familiar with, that he could navigate around with eyes closed. For the past year, he has been going around this district hunting.
For Jin, ‘hunting’ could mean searching for information regarding the location of the weapon, or forlornly looking for clues as to where that person might be. But most of the time, hunting meant drinking women’s blood and consequently taking their lives, disposing of their bodies at a nearby bridge over a silent river.
It was beautiful, seeing the lifeless body of a woman rest still against the backdrop of a delicately streaming body of water. It reminded Jin of that image that was simply pleasing to the eye among other senses, of that elegant man with his back against bed sheets made of silk.
The numerous corpses found in the river were even featured in the news, though no one ever had a clue as to who the criminal was. Now, as Jin stands over this bridge, people pass by him but do not pay attention, probably thinking he is one of those who lost their loved ones by the hands of an unknown killer, whom the authorities are nowhere near catching. Everyone is in sick awe over how the perpetrator manages to dump the bodies in this particular place, when as quiet as it is, it is nonetheless nearby noisy and crowded bars and stores.
Lizzy was even scared when she saw the crime reports on the evening news, and Jin reassured her, saying he was going to protect her and it was going to be alright.
Jin had not been committing such offenses to spread terror or anything at all.
It was just a consequence of his hunger.
And he is slowly growing impatient that he could not find the taste he has been looking for since, almost literally, forever.
Jin has been standing over the bridge for quite some time, thinking to himself. It is now well into the night but he is still here, standing still, just a couple of people passing him by from time to time. He stares into nothingness, wondering where he is headed now. He sincerely asks himself what he is going to do with his life, because, as long as no one finds out about this secret and harms him, he has a lot of life left to live.
A lone plant at the riverbank sways slightly to the soft current of the waters, catching Jin’s eye, but not before he feels one of the passersby stop some paces away to his left.
Jin freezes, but it was all too late as he breathes in that scent.
He tries to ignore everything - his racing pulse, his brain beginning to buzz, someone standing a few feet from him - but the person does not move, and Jin could now feel he is being stared at.
Jin finally draws his gaze away from the river, raising it to the person a few steps away from him, and he sees that man - the one who had been missing from his life for over two centuries.
“Kazuya,” Jin says - whispers - after drawing in a shaky breath, calling him by his given name for the first time.
Kazuya merely looks back, his eyes round and his look meaningful. He is not pale and colorless anymore. He looks like an ordinary human, that for a moment, Jin doubts if it really is him at all.
He is wearing a white shirt and dark denims that hugged him in all the right places. Coming closer - closest - Jin could smell his blood - could almost taste it - and all uncertainty leaves his mind.
Jin knows - just knows - that this is the one person he has been waiting for, the one person he needs in his life.
What took you so long?
The question in Jin’s head is dying to be asked, and yet Jin feels it is unnecessary. The past is a bitter story of his loss. It is still all too vivid in Jin’s mind when he came back to the castle in the morning after their encounter, only to find the place wrecked - just a few blasts away from turning into ruins.
The mansion was all of a sudden an abandoned abode, its landlord and servants gone without a trace, even as Jin painstakingly and quite desperately searched the premises. All the treasures amassed inside the castle were intact, untouched, complete. All that Jin could identify to be moved and now missing was a piece of furniture from Kazuya’s bedroom, perhaps a closet, a drawer, or could it have been a dresser?
What took you so long? Jin’s eyes ask as they gaze at each other wordlessly, and as the seconds pass by, the pedestrians disappear and the world falls quiet. The neon signs on the nearby street glare on, but the pounding of the bass from the club somehow goes silent. The previously flickering lamppost at one end of the bridge curiously manages to maintain its light, and even the water in the river below gushes much quieter now.
Suddenly, Akanishi feels as if he is taken back to that night - two centuries and three decades ago - when he stood by a dining room window with Kamenashi in his arms, his then pale but all the same beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight.
Jin inhales deeply, savoring the scent of his desired, much sought taste, his gaze upon the other man never faltering. He notes again and marvels at how Kazuya looks so human now.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Jin says before leaning down and pressing his lips against Kazuya’s, pulling the smaller man by the hips to stand flush against his body.
It takes a while for Kazuya to kiss back, but when he does, he wraps his arms around Jin’s neck and allows Jin to devour his mouth, now and then wresting with Jin’s tongue to return the favor and explore the taller man, too. It is full of the same passion and hunger that Jin feels, and Kazuya’s answer reflects the exact same overflowing obsession he had for Jin on that night when they first tasted each other. Kazuya clenches at Jin’s hair as he tiptoes to gain the upper hand in the kiss, only to fail and be dominated as Jin pins him against the bridge’s railing.
“I missed you,” Jin mutters when they break for air, their hands shy and yet traveling all over each other, tracing the muscle lines through their clothes, reminding each other of how each spot felt. Kazuya never replies to Jin with words, only deep, vulnerable moans as Jin trails wet, openmouthed kisses on the side of his face and over his jaw line.
When Jin’s kisses reach Kazuya’s neck, Kazuya grips Jin’s shoulders tight, his nails digging into the shirt and the skin underneath, and he makes a clumsy rubbing motion against Jin’s groin that was more of a jolt. The taller man smiles and puts his tongue out, running it up the smooth, flushed skin, eliciting more amusing, even louder whimpers, and this time Kazuya rewardingly grinds his hips against Jin’s, their erections straining through simply too much clothing.
Jin inhales deeply again. This is his reward for being patient for more than two hundred years. He has been waiting for more time than any mortal could ever do, and as he seizes Kazuya’s nape, his smile grows bigger, relishing in his triumph.
He slowly, affectionately sinks his teeth into Kazuya’s neck, feeling the warm blood gush out, and he laps at it, leisurely, taking care for Kazuya to feel his tongue against his skin each time.
Kazuya continues to moan as Jin drinks his blood, his hands fisting the taller man’s shirt at the sides, all the while their bodies chafing gaining a steady rhythm. Jin manages to slip his free hand up Kazuya’s shirt, toying aggressively with the tiny nipples even as he grinds vigorously against the smaller man.
Without uttering a single word, Jin knows - feels - how Kazuya has been waiting, too, all this time, for this moment, for this act. Kazuya has wanted to satiate Jin’s hunger just as well.
The smaller man shudders in Jin’s arms as he finishes drinking his blood. Jin exhales with contentment against Kazuya’s bloodstained shoulder when he is done, smiling against the latter’s warmth, and he does not let go, just keeps Kazuya tight against him, savoring and appreciating the moment he had been dreaming of forever.
And then, Jin hears the unmistakable lock of a gun.
Jin raises his head, pulls away from Kazuya, and sees a man - standing at arm’s length, aiming a distinctly aged pistol at him, grinning deviously.
He looks at Jin in a mocking, offensive sort of way, like Jin was a joke he had seen somewhere before. He has a bandana around his neck and a leather band covering one wrist, and he is wearing a faded cotton jacket over a loose shirt and baggy pants quite similar to Jin’s own. The fingers clutching the gun are wearing chipped, black nail polish.
Looking at him, Jin could tell that he is from around the more dangerous blocks which Jin’s artist friends did not like to visit too often. What really interests Jin, however, is the firearm his life is being threatened with at the moment.
It is a shortened Blunderbuss pistol, a dragoon with gold borders, and Jin could already guess the barrel to be made of an unidentified, mysterious metal that was responsible for its power to slay creatures like Kazuya…
And himself.
It’s the dragoon Jin had been searching for though he never imagined the circumstances when he would actually, finally see it. Moreover, he had expected the weapon to lead him to Kazuya, and yet, as the events turn out, Kazuya is the one who leads him to locating the weapon. Noticing how the gun has caught Jin’s interest, the man nods at him, and Jin understands. It is the real thing.
“Koki -” Jin suddenly hears Kazuya say in a calm but earnest tone. It was like he is begging the man not to do anything stupid.
“Sshhh…” the man, Koki, responds, raising a finger against his own lips and winking at Kazuya.
He then offers a hand to Kazuya - all the while the gun is still pointed at Jin’s face. Jin merely watches as Kazuya takes Koki’s hand, and Koki lowers the dragoon. He never puts it away, though, even as he and Kazuya turn around and start walking away… away from Jin.
Kazuya never once looked back.
As they grow smaller and smaller in Jin’s field of vision, the noise of the night grows back to its correct volume - the club’s bass pounding becoming more audible, the river water gushing softly once more, the lamppost flickering harshly again.
The wind blows softly against Jin’s face, and there he stands, watching as Kazuya and Koki walk away into the darkness of the night.
To be continued…
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Why is it that when I insert someone into an Akame fic, their status in Akame’s life becomes obsolete so suddenly? I had Fairy!Pi in Starting Over and a rumor comes out that Akanishi and Yamashita are no longer BFFs. Now I had JinLizzy and Meisanishi runs rampant. LOLOLOL
One more part to go! But first, please do share your thoughts on this one. Comments are love~! :)
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