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[AkameHayatoRyu] - Just Like You - PG-13

2007-09-19T15:26:21Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame, Hayato/Ryu.
Genre: Crack, fluff, almost angst?
Rating: PG-13
Summary/Author's Note: Reposted this fic after a LOT of editing. I initially thought of writing the second part as a sequel, but seeing as how I never did finish off the first part properly, what resulted is a more complete, longer one-shot :D For thoughtsofadrop, who asked for Jin/Hayato, and for lilmatchgirl007, who wanted fic in general ♥

The first time Jin notices the younger man, he almost screamed bloody murder. He didn’t, however, after deciding that it must be his eyes playing tricks on him, or the after effects of being away for too long.

If there was one thing Jin was sure of, it was that there was only one of him in this world.

*

A week later, he had almost forgotten about the incident, and was saying goodbye to the rest of the band after practice late at night when it happened.

A girl screamed. Jin tried to cover his face with his sling bag, and then realized the scream was getting farther and farther away from him.

The fan he had just heard was chasing some guy. And screaming “AKANISHI-KUN!” at the top of her lungs. The guy’s hair looked suspiciously like his just two years ago, complete with a lock of white blond at the side.

Jin tried to be sure that he wasn’t dreaming and pinched himself. The next morning he woke up with an ugly bruise on his forearm, and the band teasing him about picking up girls with fetishes for fat arms.

*

The young man started showing up wherever Jin went, sometimes with a companion who looked like he’d rather be anywhere in the world but here. A companion who looked too much like Kamenashi.

Sometimes the guy would wear a paper-bag mask and pretended that he wasn’t staring at Jin. But even Jin noticed when he almost tripped on his own foot while following Jin through the quieter streets of Shibuya.

*

“Kame, I think I’ve a stalker.” Jin tried to sound nonchalant.

“You think?”

“Well, I know. I’ve seen him.”

Kame stood up from where he was lounging in the changing room. “And what exactly does this stalker of yours look like, Jin?”

“Uhm, he kinda looks like me. Actually, I’m quite sure he’s Hayato.”

“…Jin, Hayato doesn’t exist.” By now Kame was starting to look as if he would laugh out loud any moment.

“HE DOES! I SAW HIM! AND HE WAS WITH- ”

“Odagiri Ryu? Jin, are you sure you’re getting enough sleep?”

Jin opened his mouth to reply but only a squeak came out.

*

The next time Jin saw Hayato and Ryu, he was with Kame, just walking out of the Shibuya station. Without thinking, Jin pulled Kame, ran towards Hayato and grabbed the other boy’s left hand.

It happened in a flash. Hayato, having felt someone’s hand on his wrist, tried to twist his “assailant”’s hand, but ended up losing his balance and pulling Jin, and Kame, along with him. Ryu, who had been standing innocently beside Hayato when it happened, was knocked down and landed on top of Kame while Jin fell atop Hayato.

“OI!” Jin cringed at the booming voice next to his ear. “ARE YOU STUPID?”

“No, Hayato,” Ryu said, standing up and pulling a dumb-founded Kame up with him. “He’s just like you.”

“Shut up, Ryu.”

Jin stared at Hayato, having lost all ability to speak. He wasn’t crazy! Kame would believe him now! Hayato was…

“I know I’m that good-looking. You can wipe that look off your face now, Akanishi Jin.”

Beside them, Ryu didn’t even bother hiding his snicker.

*

“So, are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” Jin asked when they’ve finally made their way to his apartment. Ryu was the one who figured that it wasn’t very wise of them to stand together, with Jin and Hayato bickering with each other, in the middle of one of the most crowded places in Tokyo.

Jin couldn’t help but admit that Ryu was sharp, even sharper than Kame, though hell would have to freeze over before he told his bandmate that.

Hayato cleared his throat and looked at Ryu, who turned his attention to a slight tear on Jin’s couch.

“So?”

Hayato shifted his position on the couch before speaking up, voice smaller than Jin could even imagine coming from a figure like Yabuki Hayato. “It’s his fault,” he said, pointing at Ryu.

Now even Kame, who had been trying to look busy fiddling with the hem of his shirt, looked up.

Ryu scowled at Hayato before looking away again. “Don’t you dare push the blame to me.”

“But it’s true! It’s your fault you showed me that clip!” Now Jin and Kame are exchanging nervous glances with each other. If this was some kind of lovers’ quarrel, they sure as hell didn’t want to be a part of it.

“You wanted to see it,” Ryu answered very matter-of-factly, but looked away when Hayato shot him a glare.

“Ryu likes you. As an artist. Or something,” he said finally, looking at Jin straight in the eye. Jin covered his mouth with his hand while Kame snorted behind him.

“There’s no ‘or something’,” Ryu mumbled, still examining the couch.

“I heard you, Ryu. When you think I’m asleep or when you think you’re alone in the toilet. I heard you, calling his nam—” Whatever Hayato wanted to say was cut short by Ryu who had pounced on the larger boy and covered mouth with both his hands.

Jin’s jaw dropped. Even he knew something was wrong when Ryu acts like that. If anything, how Ryu had acted so far had been very characteristic to how Kame had portrayed him – calm, collected and cool.

And it certainly boosted Jin’s ego that he had been the cause of that little outburst.

So as Hayato flailed and yelled with his mouth covered, Jin looked back at Kame and mouthed “Watch me” before moving up to his prey.

“Ne, Ryu,” he said, when he was close enough to the boy’s ear. “Wanna tell me what was it that you were doing when you… called my name?”

Ryu froze. And Hayato took the opportunity to push the smaller boy from him, all the while keeping his eyes on Jin.

Knowing he was being watched, Jin deliberately moved closer to Ryu, such that they were only separated by a mere inch or two, and rested an arm suggestively on the younger boy’s hip. “What is that made you panic when Hayato almost gave you away?”

You, Jin could almost hear Ryu say, It was all you. It gave him a certain thrill that it was Ryu, and that Hayato was sitting there staring at them, dumbstruck.

But he never managed to find out what Ryu’s answer was, because Kame had walked up to him, slapped him on the face and walked out his front door. And gave it a deafening slam afterwards.

It barely registered in Jin’s mind when Hayato pulled Ryu up to his feet, and they, too, left his apartment.

*

For a few days after that, Kame avoided Jin. Avoided his phone calls, avoided him in the mornings when they arrived at the studio, avoided being around him at all if he could help it. He was the last to arrive and the first to leave, leaving Jin with no chance to corner him at all. It hurt Jin that Kame was treating him like this, even though he knew he had been an idiot.

On the sixth day after his fateful encounter with Hayato and Ryu, he came home to find Ryu waiting for him at his doorstep.

For a second he thought it had been Kame who was there, waiting for him to come home to tell him that he had been forgiven, but one look at the hair and Jin knew that Kame was still sulking somewhere else.

“What brought you here tonight? And where’s that idiot of yours?”

“That idiot of mine happened to be fucking pissed off by something idiotic that you did.”

Jin stopped in his tracks, the trace of a smile fading from his face. “Don’t tell me he’s still…”

“He isn’t. I made sure of that.” Ryu looked at his feet. “But I have a feeling Kamenashi is still angry.”

Jin’s eyes widened and he looked at Ryu, willing him to continue. “I think… I think that you and Kamenashi and very much like us,” Ryu continued.

Maybe it’s the other way round. But I sure don’t stalk people, Jin wanted to say, but decided to let Ryu finish. “And?”

“And I think you should apologize. The last time I was angry at Hayato, he didn’t get sex for a month until he wrote me an apology letter.” And with that, Ryu patted him on his back and left him all alone at his own doorstep.

*

The next morning, Kame walked into the dressing room to be greeted by a steaming cup of coffee – black, just the way he liked it – and a note saying I’m sorry. It wasn’t signed, but it wasn’t difficult to remember who had offended him recently who knew how he liked his morning coffee.

Well, if Jin had expected forgiveness just like that, he was definitely stupid.

Kame crushed the note in his hand and threw it into the waste paper basket at the corner of the room. It hit the wall before flying straight in. The coffee, though, was put to better use.

*

When lunch rolled by, Kame grabbed his bag and announced that he had somewhere to be before rushing off. When he was a good five minutes away from the jimusho and was sure that Jin did not run out after him, he heaved a sigh of relief before sitting down on a nearby bench.

What he didn’t expect when he opened his bag, however, was a neatly wrapped bento box, complete with an origami turtle tugged into one of the folds instead of the melon bun he had bought from the convenience store earlier. He tried to fight off the smile threatening to break out on his face when he unwrapped the lunch.

I’m sorry, the note says, and in smaller, albeit just as messy, prints, PS: I’m terrible at cooking, but I hope this is still better than a bun for lunch.

It isn’t too bad, Kame thought, as he dug into the microwaved pasta and take-away tempura prawns. This time, though, he folded the note neatly and slipped it into his back pocket.

*

When Kame reached home that night, he wasn’t surprised to see the familiar figure standing at his doorstep, fidgeting and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Kame cleared his throat. Jin jumped and turned around to face him.

“Kame! I… You’re early! I mean, welcome back.” Jin was one hell of a nervous wreck, and it showed. And Kame found that terribly endearing, but he wasn’t about to let the other know that. That would’ve been too easy on Jin’s part.

“I’m home. And why are you here?” He hoped he sounded as nonchalant as he wanted to.

“I… want to apologize. Ryu told me you were angry, and that I’m an idiot and…”

“You saw Ryu again?” Kame glared at Jin, all the while trying to tell himself not to look too affected, when in actual fact, how could he not be?

“It’s not what you think! He came to tell me that I should apologize, because he thinks we’re like him and Hayato, and I think that’s true, so I took his advice.” Jin took a deep breath, and looked over at Kame. “Forgive me… please?”

Kame, who had been fumbling with his keys and trying to look unaffected, finally let out a deep sigh, back to Jin. “Why did you do it, Jin? Why did you do it when you know it would affect me?”

Jin was silent for a moment, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever, until Kame heard Jin shuffling his feet. “I don’t know. I guess… he looks just like you, Kame. I don’t really know why, but I couldn’t keep myself away, you know?” Jin must’ve sensed Kame gripping the doorknob very tightly, because his next words were rushed and uncertain. “It’s not what you think, Kame-chan. It’s just that… when I look at him, and how I can have that effect on him, I feel as if I can have two of you.”

Feeling Jin pressed up against him, arms circled around him tightly, knocked the breath out of Kame. He loosened his grip on the doorknob, and leaned back limply against Jin.

“Idiot.”

“But you love this idiot, don’t you, Kame-chan?”

“I do.” He turned around in Jin’s arms and leaned in. “I do.”

*

“Ryu-chan~ Why are you walking so fast?”

“Go back, Hayato. You’re not allowed to come over.”

“But why? It’s been almost two weeks, and you said no every time I asked. What did I do wrong?”

Ryu stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Hayato. “You’re an idiot, that’s why.” He started walking again. “Now stopped following me so I can go back and watch that Pinky performance again.”

"RYU!"

-OWARI-

[Birthday Ficlet - Akame] Violet - PG

2007-07-03T15:41:32Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 373
Summary/Author's Note: Some things never change, no matter what happens. Jin learns that his feelings is one of them. For thoughtsofadrop, with the keyword fridge magnets ♥

There used to be a time when they would talk in the morning before each went his own way, down different paths to their workplace. A time when Kazuya would wake up earlier, making sure he lifted himself off the bed as silently as possible so as to not wake Jin up, and trudge lightly on the carpeted floor into the kitchen to make coffee and toast and a simple salad. Sometimes they have something more traditional, when Kazuya decided they should do what Japanese do and have miso soup and rice with a sprinkle of chirimen*.

But no matter what Kazuya decided they should have that morning, the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen and strong black coffee never failed to wake Jin, and soon enough, he would join Kazuya in the kitchen, pajama bottom low on his hips and hair tousled from sleep and from not being completely dried the night before. Kazuya would smile at Jin, a plate or bowl of whatever he was cooking in his hand, while he reached over to peck Jin lightly on his cheek.

Now, Kazuya wakes up too early, barely two hours after Jin goes to sleep, and he is out of the house before the aroma of their Viennese premium blend could even make its way into the bedroom and tickle Jin’s nose. Jin is awake half an hour later, sipping his coffee in the kitchen and thinking of going back to sleep.

But their routine, however sparse and cold it seems, is never complete without Jin passing by the fridge, sleep forgotten for a minute or two, and he smiles to himself, as if seeing the front of the fridge reminds him of Kazuya. He smiles like he would if Kazuya were in front of him, and detaches the small piece of light violet coloured paper from under the smiling mushroom fridge magnet, the one with Kazuya’s scribbling on it. Go back to sleep, Jin. Love you, it says. The colour of the paper was indigo yesterday, and Jin remembers having to squint to read the text. He wonders what the colours mean.

Jin whistles his way back to the bedroom while thinking of what to write for Kazuya in return.

-Owari-

chirimen = tiny dried anchovies

PS: Bonus point if you can answer Jin's question :)

[Birthday Ficlet - Jin/Sho] Unhurt - PG

2007-07-03T15:10:15Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Jin/Sho
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 253
Summary/Author's Note: Ficlet #1, for Jin's birthday. Jin as an almost-host and tries his best to keep it from Sho, because if there's one thing he learns, being with Sho, it is that you never wanna hurt the one you love. For little_bruises ♥

Jin hated late nights, especially when said late nights required him to smile till his face hurt to women who wore too much jewelry and too little cloth on their bodies. He hated having to listen to them chatter about French fountains and Spanish mountains like their lives (and his) depended on it.

It was only the money, he told himself. Only for the money would he do this, when he had Sho waiting for him at home. Sho who thought he was only bartending and not doing something like listen to mindless female chatter all night long while having to fend off their advances even though that would mean more pay and more to spend the next time he and Sho went out together. Because even though he was slow, Jin wasn’t an idiot.

He pushed the bedroom door open, bit by bit, so that it wouldn’t make too much noise that his currently snoring Sho-chan would be woken up, but Jin was anything but patient, and he ended up banging his elbow against the door, causing Sho to flutter his eyes open and look around, eyes clouded by sleep. Jin winced, the spot on his elbow throbbing, but he was suddenly not tired anymore. Sho spotted him standing in the door way and smiled, normally huge eyes barely open, and Jin returned the smile easily.

Sho stifles a yawn, then attempts to speak, but it came out more like a low drawl. “Come to bed, Jin-chan.” And Jin did just that.

-Owari-

[Jin/Sho] - Untitled - PG-13

2007-05-16T11:53:27Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Jin/Sho
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Atashi no ja nai! D:
Summary: Jin wakes up confused and wonders what kind of person Sho is.

Author's Note: For little_bruises ♥ (Posting here now that I'm home and can access this account again :|)

The distance between the bed and the floor always seemed shorter than it is in reality.

Or at least, that was what Jin thought when he woke up, face down on the floor instead of on a pillow, his pyjamas bottom almost slipping off his hips. The yellow quilt blanket draped across the mattress above his head taunted him, or at least he was pretty sure it was trying to.

His head hurt like a bitch, and his body was sore all over, but even those didn’t stop him from realizing he was in a foreign place, had been sleeping in a foreign room.

The handcuffs atop the bedside table confirmed it. Kinky, he thought.

Groaning, he peeled himself off the hard parquetted floor to better survey the surrounding. One look and he knew the owner of the room was a terribly confusing person – previously seen yellow blanket against black-coloured sheets, pink tiny teddy bear with a heart-shaped plushie in its hands placed next to a blood-stained skeleton toy on the dresser. It was obvious even to Jin, and he would willingly admit here that he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer.

But the million dollar question was, what was he doing here? And where exactly was here?

Jin could feel his brain pounding in his head. It was sort of cool that he could think of such a saying, but he didn’t like the feeling at all.

A knock.

“If you’re up, breakfast is ready. You need to leave before Matsumoto gets here."

Jin stared at the closed door with his eyes wide. He recognized the voice. Sakurai Sho. What the fuck happened the night before? He didn’t remember anything after the… right. The party.

“I’ll… I’ll be out in a second,” Jin replied, trying to get rid of the nervousness in his voice. He was sure they hadn’t done anything, because he would obviously know if they did, right?

He scurried around the room trying to change out of Sho’s pyjamas – he was sure it wasn’t his, since Guns ‘N’ Roses really wasn’t his cup of tea – and back into his t-shirt and jeans. Bless Sho for placing them where he could easily find it (on the chair beside the dresser). Or had he put them there himself? Jin didn’t think it mattered.

The smell of bacons and melting butter greeted him full force the moment he opened the door. Sho stood near the dining the table, back facing Jin and a newspaper in his hands. “Eat up. Turns out I didn’t have to sedate you to get you out of here too soon.” When Jin didn’t say anything, Sho continued. “Matsumoto is on his way to the headquarters before coming over at noon.”

Jin nodded, though Sho couldn’t possibly see, and took a seat at the dining table, wondering how much trouble he’d get into before the day was over.

-Owari-

[KAT-TUN] - Journey - G

2007-05-14T11:46:25Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: None. Slight hint at Akame and Maruda
Genre: AU, friendship
Rating: G
Disclaimer: DAME! D: Meaning they'll never be mine as long as I live. Woe! ;_;
Summary: A bus ride teaches Kame a lot of things about friendships and life.

Author's Note: For sakaguchinobu. I don't know if this is AU, but it's something like a parallel universe. It's an attempt to portray Kame's life and that of those around him in a metaphorical way. Would probably be confusing. Oh, and TOKIO's Yamaguchi Tatsuya makes a guest appearance, because sakaguchinobu rocks like that ♥

It had been raining the day the bus broke down.

Kamenashi Kazuya remembered clearly when it happened. One minute he had been sitting in the bus, watching the sun as it slowly dipped into the horizon; the next thing he knew, a loud sputtering sound could be heard from the front of the bus and the voice of the bus driver cursing under his breath. Kame had not sat so near the front as to be able to catch what the driver had said, though the tone was anything but glad.

He gripped the edge of his seat, suddenly overcome by fear. He’d like to think that he had reached an age where death no longer scared him, but there was so much he wanted to do, so many things he wanted to see, so many—

“Don’t worry, boy. I’m just gonna pull over for a minute, okay?”

Kame looked up when he realized he was being spoken to. It took him another few seconds to realize that he was the only one in the bus. He nodded, still a little shaken. A part of him wanted to jump for joy at the driver’s kind words; another part wished the ground would just open up and swallow him whole for being such a scaredy cat.

At the driver’s advice, he strapped on his backpack and grabbed his other luggage, the type which was too large for a boy his age to carry and had four tiny wheels at the bottom. The minute he was fully out of the bus, a large droplet of rain landed square on his nose, and he grimaced. He heard the driver chuckle beside him. “Here. Take this,” the man said, passing him a large, transparent umbrella. His driver’s name tag had read “Yamaguchi Tatsuya”.

“Thank you, Yamaguchi-san,” Kame replied, bowing before taking the umbrella. His parents had raised him to be polite, after all.

____________________________________

Two hours passed. The rain had gone from a drizzle to a heavy rain which caused water to bounce against Kame’s waterproof luggage violently, and then back again to a light drizzle. He sat on his luggage, shifting his umbrella from one hand to the other at intervals, wondering what was going to happen next.

He watched the man near the engine compartment of the bus, examining the insides expertly, before deciding that it was a lost cause. Kame saw it in his face before he heard him.

“I’ve called for help. You’ll need to find another bus. Do you have anyone you can call?” Kame shook his head no. “Very well. I’ll see what I can do.”

____________________________________

Another half an hour passed before the new bus arrived. The kind driver sent Kame onto the bus, and Kame turned around to look at him quizzically.

“Me? Oh, the guys from the workshop will be here soon.” Kame almost felt sad when the door of the bus closed behind him.

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He picked the window seat in the third row, noting that in front of him, a boy around his age was sound asleep and snoring, a light blue jacket covering one shoulder. The other had slipped off to reveal a bright coloured t-shirt underneath. Lone traveler, Kame noted to himself, and wondered how many of such people he would meet before his ride is over. He felt a strange connection to the boy in front of him, as though traveling alone at such an age would bond them together.

You’re being stupid, he told himself, and then tried to let the sound of raindrops pelting against the windowsill lull him to a much-needed rest.

____________________________________

When he woke up, it was pitch-black outside, and the boy in front of him was wide awake, punching away at something in his hands. Kame tried to look from the gap between the seats, but the boy in front of him was too alert and turned around to look at Kame.

“You’re awake,” he observed. Kame stared at him, eyes wide. “I’m Akanishi Jin. You can call me Jin. We’re the only teenage boys on this bus, so I was wondering when you’re gonna wake up.”

Kame nodded. Almost a minute passed before he realized Jin was still waiting for his response. “Oh, right. Kamenashi Kazuya. You can call me— “

“Kame. Is Kame okay? Anyway, where are you going?”

Kame nodded at the other boy, and said he was going somewhere far away.

“Ah. Me, too.” Jin smiled, pulling on his light blue jacket. “You should wear another layer. It’s getting cold and your t-shirt looks damp.” Kame watched as he rummaged through something in front of the other seat.

“Here, you can have this,” Jin said to him before thrusting a white hooded jacket to him. Kame thanked him and pulled the jacket on, realizing that it was a size too big for him. Jin must’ve thought the same thing, too, because he had a slight pout on his face and looked as if he was going to find something else for Kame to wear when Kame smiled up at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s okay. This is comfortable.”

Jin, obviously satisfied, gave him a thumbs-up and went back to whatever he was doing with the thing in his hands before Kame had woken up.

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An elderly woman had boarded the bus sometime in the morning and offered Kame one of her onigiri. Home-made, she had said, and Kame accepted gratefully. He was sure he had some food in his backpack somewhere, but he doubted that it was anything more than a few packets of potato crisps.

The woman had told him about her adventures while he smiled and listened. After a while, Jin, who had fallen asleep a little after his chat with Kame in the middle of the night, woke up and knelt in his own seat such that he faced the two passengers behind him. The elderly lady hadn’t seemed to mind Jin listening in.

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Sometime around noon, the bus stopped for lunch, and all the passengers, save for Kame and Jin, alighted. Kame still had half of the onigiri that the old lady had given him, and so he took it out and began nibbling on it. He saw through the gap that Jin had brought his own bento, filled with an assortment of rice balls and maki’s. Kame knew from there that Jin must not have boarded the bus that much earlier than Kame, and so he decided to ask.

“About half an hour before you came on,” he replied, a goofy grin on his face. “Here.” Kame smiled back and accepted the rice ball with too much sesame seeds on it.

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When the bus started again, most of the passengers didn’t come back on, but two new ones joined them. They introduced themselves and took the seats beside Kame’s.

The boy with lighter coloured hair, who had introduced himself as Ueda Tatsuya, immediately pulled on a dark jacket and fell asleep with his head resting against the window. Kame watched as the other boy – Nakamaru, he had said his name was – reached over and pull the blinds so that Ueda could sleep without the sunlight glaring in his face.

When Nakamaru turned to Kame and Jin and asked where they were headed, Jin spoke up before Kame could. “Somewhere far,” he had said, a smile on his face. Nakamaru had seemed to understand, or if he didn’t, Kame couldn’t tell.

“We might be going to the same place. I’ll leave it up to Tatsuya to decide,” Nakamaru said, a warm smile on his face.

They stared straight ahead, none of them saying anything. Occasionally, Jin would begin humming a tune and Kame would strain his ears to listen and see if he could recognize the melody. By the time Jin was humming his third song, Kame had given up trying to guess and asked Jin instead.

“They’re my own songs. One day I’ll be a famous song-writer, so remember my name!” Kame and Nakamaru laughed at that, their voices causing Ueda to stir in his sleep.

“Go back to sleep, Tat-chan,” Nakamaru said quietly to the other boy, and Ueda moved from his position against the window to rest his head on Nakamaru’s shoulder.

None of them said anything after that.

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Kame had been traveling for almost a whole day when Jin suddenly turned around and asked if he could sit beside Kame.

“Sure,” he replied, moving his backpack away to make room for Jin. Jin moved quietly so as to not wake Nakamaru and Ueda, who were now sleeping soundly together.

The other boy plopped down beside Kame and heaved a sigh. “Have you ever wondered what we are doing?” he asked, trying to keep his volume down.

“What do you mean?”

“This… thing. Moving around. Not sure of anything. Is it worth it?” Kame looked at Jin now, seeing the troubled look on his face.

“We all have our own reasons, Jin,” he answered, trying to sound more confident than he was feeling. “We learn, we meet people, and some of them become our life-long friends.” He smiled, then, and Jin relaxes visibly upon seeing Kame’s smile.

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When it was time for all of them to alight – Ueda had decided they were all heading to the same destination – they did so without saying a word, a quiet peace resting upon them.

Two other boys came out to meet them, greeting them with bright smiles. Smiles to full of hope and promise that Kame couldn’t help but believe what he had said to Jin earlier – they all have different reasons, but it was well worth it.

-Owari-

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[Akame] - With Open Arms - PG-13 (One-shot)

2007-04-21T14:48:13Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Fluff :DDD
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I wish. OH HOW I WISH ;________;
Summary: Jin's moment alone backstage. As he is joined by the others, he realizes how much he has missed all these.

Jin has found that thumb-twiddling keeps his mind off things better than anything to do with an image of the object of his desire lying naked on his bed. Especially when said object of desire is standing just a few feet away, sweat glistening on his forehead as he moves to the tune of the song on stage, with Jin sitting here, backstage, alone.

“Akanishi-san, the last song is almost over. I need you to be on stand-by now,” the backstage crew tells him, and then leaves before Jin could respond.

This is it.

The song ends, and his five band members rush backstage, with Kame giggling and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“Jiiiiiiiiiiiiin, are you ready?” Kame asks, still giggling, and takes a swig off his water bottle.

Jin swallows thickly, and nods.

“Guys, listen,” Nakamaru whispers, eyes wide.

Encore~ Encore… Jin… Jin…

Kame looks at Jin and smiles. “Looks like you’re wanted out there.”

Jin-core… Jin-core…

“Come on.” Kame swings a hand over Jin’s shoulders, and Jin watches as the rest of the band gets ready for their encore.

This is it. It’s time.

"Come on, Jin, let's go kick some ass."

"Yeah, let's do it!"

"Kame, why are you sitting down? Stop being lazy." Kame laughs and sticks his tongue out at Nakamaru.

Jin looks over at Kame, now seated beside him. It’s been so long, yet not really. He really does feel like his time away makes him stronger, yet seeing his band mates, his friends, welcoming him back like this - it gives him even more strength.

It is during times like this that he’s glad he’s in this industry.

Swinging an arm around Kame’s shoulders, he watches as the others walk up to the exit to the stage. When he is sure that no one is watching, he turns back to Kame, smiles, and pulls the younger man close for a brief kiss. He feels Kame’s surprise before he hears the strangled noise, and pulls back.

“Bakanishi! Someone might see!”

Jin just smiles, not saying a word.

The chanting gets louder.

“What was that for?” Kame asks finally.

“To thank you.” He pulls Kame up to his feet. “Come on, let’s go.”

Kame laughs and tightens his grip on Jin's shoulders. "You sure have a weird way of showing your gratitude, Jin."

-Owari-

:D? D:?

Jin-centric - Slowly. Sadly. - G

2007-04-17T14:56:27Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: None. Jin-centric.
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No owning. I wouldn't let Jin suffer like this if I do D:
Summary: The package arrives in the mail, small and taunting. And Jin has to make sense of his own thoughts and emotions.

A/N: ... I write angst when I'm stressed out. I don't mean to make anyone cry DDD:

The package is neatly wrapped in brown paper and has his full name printed clearly on it. He knows the only person who’d go to such lengths to make sure everything is prim and proper is Ueda, and he smiles at that. Small and sad.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what is in the square-ish package. It was, after all, April. He knows what it means.

It is a reminder.

With a heavy heart, he tore the paper apart, not caring to keep it intact, and feels his heart skip a beat when he saw plastic. Shiny and new and odd. He looks for a flaw, and spots it immediately. Not because it was obvious, but because he knows it’s there.

He isn’t there.

He pushes the dreadful feeling away, and plays the CD. He doesn’t need to listen to all of them; he has not heard the new tracks, but in his heart he knows what they would sound like.

Empty. Lost. Small in comparison.

He taps his fingers on the table which he is now leaning against as he settles down on the carpeted floor. Taguchi’s voice is hyper and high and happy. Typical of Taguchi.

They would make it.

Kamenashi’s solo blares through the sound system, and he cringes. The younger man sounds a lot better than... well, a lot better, but he wonders if they could make the song even better. The thought has just formed in his head when he pushes it out again. Forgetting. Not remembering.

It is easier this way.

He skips the next song. And the next. And maybe even the next one, too, and thinks of sending a thank you note saying that he has heard them all, and that he thinks it’s a good effort, when he hears the familiar melody.

His forefinger stops two inches away from the Stop button. The song continues.

But is it really?

The song ends in less than five minutes, but it plays on in Jin’s head.

He gets up and walks into the empty bedroom, leaving the disc in the player. He would write the thank you note one day. Just not today.

-Owari-

... Don't kill me! D:

Akame - Still Waters - R

2007-02-23T18:28:09Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Friendship, romance
Rating: R
Disclaimer: DDDD: <-- This should explain everything.
Summary: How does one tell where the line is? Jin doesn't know. All he knows is that the ambiguity of it scares him. Sequel to How We Once Were, but can be read on its own.

A/N: This is actually somewhat AU, because I set it sometime in September - October 2006, with no mentions of Jin's hiatus. I started this almost 2 months ago (wow, I'm notorious for procrastinating O_o), and I'm glad it's finally finished. Dedicated to mienai2401 because it's due to her probing that I started writing in the first place ^_^

The bathroom switch was flicked off, and the lone figure made his way into the living room, bathed in the dim, orange light in the house. It was late, and Akanishi Jin, although seeming like a person who never cared much about what happened around him, apparently could be particular when he wanted to, even with something as supposedly shallow as lighting.

He settled himself comfortably between the couch and the low table in front of it, and turned on his laptop. It had become almost a nightly ritual for him to go online and be anonymous – something he had not been able to do for a very long time now.

Leaning back against the couch, Jin ran a hand through his still damp hair and closed his eyes, trying to not think about anything at all. That was until a soft sound caught his attention. His instant messaging service.

Kame.

亀、パワー!! says:
jin?

Mr Jin-man says:
hey.
what’s up?

亀、パワー!! says:
nothing. just checking on you.
rehearsal was crazy :(

Mr Jin-man says:
couldn’t agree more.
just got home?

亀、パワー!! says:
an hour ago. hey, wanna have dinner tomorrow?
yamapi said he’s free.

Mr Jin-man says:
sure. your treat?

亀、パワー!! says:
haha. you wish. bakanishi.

Mr Jin-man says:
hey!

亀、パワー!! says:
gotta go. onii-chan wants to use the computer.
see you tomorrow?

Mr Jin-man says:
yup. tomorrow.

亀、パワー!! is offline.

Jin smiled and shook his head. It had been nice, being able to talk and laugh with Kame again. Clicking on the browser, he started looking through a few news sites, but slowly grew bored of that. There was nothing particularly interesting, so he went on to look at some gossip sites. Sometimes those sites had interesting stuff which actually managed to make him laugh, and with nothing better to do, he decided to click on one of them.

Gackt spotted in France. Insiders report possibility of break.

Tegoshi Yuya and Masuda Takahisa, formerly of NewS, to form new unit?

Jin chuckled. News sure got around fast. Tegomasu wasn’t even scheduled for debut till two months from now, and the tabloid had already managed to get wind of it. He was about to move on when something caught his eyes.

His name. Or half of it.

赤亀 – Friends again?

Well, good for them, whoever that had been telling on them. He and Kame had only started really speaking a month before, and started hanging out together shortly after. To think something like that would make news in a tabloid site.

Stiffling a yawn, Jin carefully shut down his trusted laptop, tugged it aside and went to bed, not really bothering about the world, much less his still rather damp hair.

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“Pi, look at this.” Jin pushed the laptop towards his best friend who was sitting on the floor picking out the peanuts for the bowl of snacks in front of them.

“What? Another one of those fanblogs? What is it with you and looking up news on yourself anyway?” Yamapi laughed and rolled his eyes. He ignored Jin’s request and went back to looking for the largest peanut from the bowl.

“I’m not looking for my news. I…”

“I know, I know, you’re just wondering why they talk so much about you and Kame. I don’t know, Jin. All I know is that it has never bothered you before. Why are you worrying about it now?” He turned around to face Jin who was sitting on the couch. “Stop frowning. I don’t want an old man as my best friend.”

“Stupid.”

“Anyway, think about what I said.” He stood up and then added, almost as an after thought, “About the not letting it bother you bit, not the old man bit.”

“Yamashita Tomohisa, I know what you mean! I’m not stupid!” Jin let out a battle cry and proceeded to throw the mixed nuts from which Yamapi was picking his food from at the younger man as Yamapi continued yelled for Jin to “Stop, Bakanishi, you’re ruining my carpet!”

Jin went home that day not feeling any more relieved than he had been when he first arrived at Yamapi’s apartment.

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“Jin, you’re not listening to me. You are letting it bother you.”

“Yamapi, what…?”

“What the fans are saying. What the blogs are saying. About your relationship with Kamenashi.”

“It’s not bothering me. I’m just reading, that’s all.”

“Then would you care to tell me why you’re so uptight around Kame? So much so that every time his hand brushed against yours you jump as if you’ve just been electrocuted?”

Jin kept quiet. Truth is that he didn’t know how to respond. He had been edgy around Kame, and he knew it. Kame’s laughter bothered Jin. The way his eyes crinkle around the corners when he smiled bothered Jin. And Jin wasn’t sure he wanted to know why.

“I see that you’re speechless. Damnit, Jin. What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t be such a homophobic…”

“I’m not!”

“Whatever. Call me when you’ve grown out of this phase,” Yamapi said before clearing their lunch and dumping the left-overs in a nearby trash can.

The last thought on Jin’s mind as the announcement that lunch break was over sounded over the PA system was that Yamapi had been spending too much time with Ryo.

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Jin looked up and caught the look on his face – wet fringe plastered against his forehead, eyes half closed and erotic. Jin swore he has never seen something this sexy.

He watched as the other continued playing with himself, one hand moving in and out, while the other hand moved at a torturously slow-pace on Jin’s member. If he hadn’t been such a turn on to watch, Jin would have yelled for him to hurry up. Yet, he didn’t want this to end.

Watching the man on top of him prepare himself for Jin was something he had been waiting for the past year or so. And Jin was going to enjoy this as much as he could.

“Kazuya…”

“Jin, are you awake?"

Jin snapped his eyes open, caught off-guard by his surrounding. His back hurt from the odd position that he had fallen asleep in, and his head hurt from the alcohol.

“Jin?” Shit. Kame was here. They had spent the night playing some game on his Play Station and then drank some.

Had he actually said Kame’s name out loud?

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He yawned, wide. “What time is it?” Jin tried sitting up straight, but felt too sluggish and decided to lie down flat on his back instead.

“Almost noon. I’m going to go and wash up. I think my parents are expecting me home.” The younger man stood up and busied himself with clearing whatever beer cans and containers of their take-out dinner that he could see. As he moved through the living room, Jin couldn’t help but look at the man in front of him, the man he had known for almost a decade now.

The man he had just had a wet dream about.

What??? Jin shook his head, trying to get rid of that image. Just then, Kame, who had been too busy to notice Jin’s odd behaviour, made his way in between Jin and the low coffee table, and Jin looked up just in time to see the younger man looking at him curiously.

They looked at each other, neither moving, neither saying anything, and Jin felt his breath hitch.

“Kazuya,” Jin muttered under his breath, one arm reaching out to tug on the free hand, a child-like motion that is so superficially simple, yet Kame’s reaction betrayed its complexity. Dropping the beer cans and plastic containers onto the carpeted floor, Kame dropped down in front of Jin, eyes downcast and kneeling.

At that moment, panic struck Jin. What had he done? He was not supposed to complicate things like this. Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted. Kame was going to run away now, wasn't he? Tell Jin he's crazy and they'd never ever speak to each other again. And where did that leave him?

He closed his eyes, hand still holding onto Kame’s pinky finger, almost afraid to let go. His eyes were squeezed so painfully shut that he wondered if he would see stars when he opened them again.

Jin was so busy thinking about everything that he would not want to give up that he didn’t realize Kame had moved closer to him - slightly, ever so slightly - and tentatively placed a kiss on his forehead. “Bakanishi.”

And just like that, it was over. Jin opened his eyes to see Kame smiling down at him, a tender smile that seemed to reassure him that everything was fine now. They were fine. Kame’s hair were mused from sleep, and he was still too skinny from too little sleep and too much work, but kneeling in front of him like that, Jin thought he had never looked more beautiful.

-Owari-

[JiNino] - Shopping Advisor - PG

2007-02-19T15:13:31Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: JiNino (... That's Akanishi Jin/Ninomiya Kazunari). More like friendship than anything because I fail like that.
Genre: :DDDD
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Damnit, Jin'll be back in Japan if they belong to me D:
Summary: Nino pulls Jin along to Shibuya to act as his shopping advisor. Jin is dumbfounded (so what else is new? XD).

Author's Note: For sakaguchinobu ♥ I'm sorry if Nino is a little out of character. I still really don't know him that well. And I'm not even sure if MatsuJun wears pink. Or a tie *fails at life*

Jin remembered Shibuya being packed the day one Ninomiya Kazunari had pulled him along for some last minute Christmas shopping. It was worse than the average Saturday crowd, and that was saying something.

And as to why Nino had picked him over everyone else - Kamenashi included – Jin really had no idea. But he told himself that it must be that his sense of style must be showing lately. And Nino was just appreciating his talents for what it’s worth.

“Ne ne, Ninomiya-kun, what do you want to buy? Wallets? Keychains? Accessories? I think Jun needs a new wallet. His old one looks like crap.” Jin went on and on as he maneuvered his way carefully through the crowd and followed Nino closely behind. All the while, the older man had kept quiet and Jin was beginning to find that a little disconcerting.

The younger but taller youth sped up and fell in step next to the ARASHI member, almost crashing into a middle aged lady with entirely too much make-up and way too many shopping bags. The lady gave him a disapproving look which Jin ignored and started poking Nino instead.

“Moshi mo--shi! Ninomiya-kun, are you okay? Did you hear what I just say?”

“I’m fine, Akanishi. Just follow me.” Jin furrowed his eyebrows for about two seconds before deciding to just do as the other had ordered.

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An hour, two shiny new wallets, one sparkly chain for Sakurai and a bright pink tie for Matsumoto Jun later, Nino was still not saying much, just occasionally stopping in his browsing to ask Jin for his opinion, which the latter happily offered.

They found a small café, just at the side of town which is far enough from the shopping area so that it wasn’t too crowded, and Nino quietly went to the counter to order for both of them. Jin found it odd that the older boy hadn’t asked for his opinion first, but shrugged it off after a while. It seemed like Nino was going to pay, so he wasn’t going to complain.

A little while later, the smaller man came back with a tray of different types of confectionary, all strawberry flavoured, including a tall strawberry cream parfait in the middle. Nino had a bright smile on his face as he set down the tray in front of Jin, who was rather stupidly gawking at the spread before him. And wondering if Nino would make him pay for his share.

“Ninomiya-kun, I… you… this… what?”

“To thank you, Akanishi. You must be thinking that I’m weird for asking to help me shop when I don’t really talk, but you’ve been of more help that you could imagine.” He pulled out the pink tie meant for Matsumoto Jun. “I’d never think that he likes something like this, but after listening to you, I think this is really something he would wear.” Jin blushed at the compliment.

Nino stopped talking and pushed the tray of desserts towards Jin. “So, eat up!”

“Wait, all of these? I’m going to be fat! What about you?”

“Yes, all of these. You fool me not – I know you can eat three bowls of ramen at one go, so this is nothing. And I’m on a diet. A low sugar one.” Nino grinned.

Jin’s eyes widened. He scanned the buffet of desserts before him before deciding on the strawberry cheesecake and thinking that he didn’t know how many extra hours at the gym he would have to put in the next day.

Hell, like he cared.

-Owari-

[RyoKame] - Reverse Psychology - PG-13

2007-02-18T12:51:46Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: RyoKame!
Genre: Crack :D
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They're not mine, cos last I checked, Ryo flailed over Leah Dizon. I've no idea what to make of that O_O
Summary: Kame is kinda jealous over Ryo's crush on Leah Dizon. So he got smart and took things into his own hands :D

Author's Note: For tomosuki, because I've owed her a RyoKame fic since forever and could never find the inspiration to write. I hope you like this! ♥

The door to the apartment opened five seconds after Kame fiddled with the key and he let out a sigh of relief.

And then he saw what was on the living room floor.

“Ry-- Ryo? What are you doing?”

Ryo ignored him, continuing to do what he was doing before Kame came home instead. On the floor, all around the smaller man, were rose petals. Red rose petals.

Curious, Kame tiptoed closer, trying to see if Ryo was armed (because as much as he loved his boyfriend, he still valued his life, thank you very much). When he was convinced that Ryo wasn’t, in fact, holding onto a pair of sharp scissors or something equally dangerous, he let out another sigh of relief, only to realize that Ryo was mumbling something.

“She loves me… She loves me not…” On and on it went, until the last flower was stripped bare. Ryo stood up without a word - without acknowledging me! thought Kame – and went into the room. Kame shook his head, went into the bathroom, and thought he heard faint snoring from the bedroom as he turned the water on.

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The same thing happened the next day. And the day after. In fact, the only day that Kame didn’t come back to find rose petals all over the apartment was when he got back earlier than Ryo.

He asked around, and finally managed to get something useful out of Uchi. Kame patted himself at the back for his gossip-fishing skills.

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Exactly a week after Kame had first come back to Ryo in a pool of rose petals, he took the day off, knowing that Ryo wouldn’t finish shooting till late. He went out and bought all the roses (in every colour) from the florist just down the road. It was so much that he had to get them delivered.

As soon as they arrived, he began to set his plan in motion.

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“… Tadaima,” Ryo said, opening the door to the apartment and was about to turn around to lock the door when he saw what his boyfriend was doing. “Kazuya?”

Kame ignored him and continued with what he had been doing since over an hour ago. Rose petals of all colours were scattered all over – even more than what Ryo had when he was plucking the petals – and Kame was sitting in the middle of a particularly large pool, muttering, “She loves him, she loves him not.”

Plucking the last petal from the last flower there was, Kame looked up, caught Ryo’s eyes, and whispered softly, almost apologetically, “She loves him not.”

Ryo gulped visibly.

“I’m sorry, Ryo. I guess you and Leah Dizon are not meant to be.” A smirk started appearing on the younger man’s lips. “But it’s okay, because I still love you!”

Ryo opened his mouth to respond to that sudden declaration, but all that came out was a rather unmanly squeak as Kame carried him over his shoulder and headed straight for the bedroom.

-Owari-

[Akame] - How We Once Were - PG

2007-02-12T15:35:55Z

Title: How We Once Were
Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame... friendship (or something)
Genre: D: and then :D, maybe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: ... Nope. I thought it's obvious I could never own them D:
Summary: Jin didn't know how they became the way they were, and even though both he and Kame thought nothing could be done to save their friendship, both couldn't help feeling if things could have gone differently.

Author's Note: I wasn't gonna write anymore fics till I actually have some time and space to breathe (looking at how I have TWO unfinished fics D:), but ashkt posted an Akame fanvid which highlights some important points in their friendship and how it broke down, and this was just begging to be written. Dedicated to ashkt for the inspiring post, and to mienai2401 who encouraged me after I posted part 1 ^_____^

It wasn’t as if they have never fought before.

And just like all those times before, Jin let it be, thinking that their friendship would mend itself. He told himself this. But a part of him knew what happened really hurt him, and although it wasn’t really Kame’s fault, it was easier to have someone to blame, wasn’t it?

So let it be Jin did. He watched as the performance of Seishun Amigo was played on the large screen television at the lobby of the jimusho and smiled when someone commented how lucky Kame and Yamapi were. How good they both looked. And that was all Jin could do. Smiled and nodded in agreement.

Because he couldn’t possibly tell them (he had forgotten who it was – maybe another junior. It could even be Koki, for all he knew) that it hurt to see both his best friends, one from another band, one from his own band, having a debut together. And that he was left behind and he didn’t think he could take that.

So he smiled and said that yes, they were lucky, but they were also talented, so they deserved it. He said that once, twice, and before he even knew it, he had said it too many times for him to remember. It became something he actually thought he could deal with, that it was okay. Kame will come back and they’d debut together.

Except it didn’t really go that way. Jin couldn’t remember how it became the way it was, but by the time their debut was announced, he wasn’t as excited as he thought he’d be anymore. There were celebrations, of course, and everyone was happy, things were going well. Jin could have had the time of his life.

Instead, he didn’t let himself enjoy the fruits of their labour. As the rest danced the night away, he sat at the bar, nursing one beer after another, until a concerned Kame came over to check on him.

“Jin, why are you not dancing with us?”

Jin stared at the glass and said nothing. A sudden, uncomfortable feeling was building in his belly, and he didn’t know what it was. But it came when Kame first spoke up, that much he knew.

“… Jin?”

“Go away, Kamenashi. Can’t I be alone for a even a moment?”

“What… Jin, what the hell is wrong with you?” Kame was trying to keep calm, just like he always had. In fact, Jin tried to remember the last they spoke that he wasn’t trying to control the situation, and realized it was such a long time ago that he couldn’t remember anymore.

“What’s wrong with me? Nothing. Everything’s fine, just like everything’s fine with you, isn’t it? Now if you’ll excuse me…” He took his glass and tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate and he stumbled backwards away from the bar instead.

Kame reached out instinctively to try and steady Jin, but was only greeted with a hiss. “Fuck, Kame! Which part of ‘Leave me alone’ don’t you understand?”

The other boy stared at Jin, locking his jaw in a way which suggested to Jin that he was on the verge of breaking. “Akanishi Jin, I don’t know what has gotten into you. Why are you being like this?”

“Being like what? Like the trusting person that I am? The person who is so trusting of his best friend that he wouldn’t even allow himself to get jealous when said friend went on to have the best time of his career without him?”

“I… Fuck, Jin. Is this what this is all about? The unit? I thought we were over that!” Kame let go of Jin’s arm, causing the older boy to hold onto the bar for support instead.

“Whatever. I’m leaving.” And with a staggering gait, he walked out.

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Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and yet, nothing changed. Jin would go to work, see Kame, and act as if the night at the bar didn’t happen. He told himself, day after day, that it was much easier this way.

There were no more fights, only a long stretch of silence, peppered by small talk here and there, but even those were always awkward. Jin knew everyone felt the tension between him and Kame, but he told himself there was nothing he could do, and it wasn’t if Kame was trying to mend their friendship anyway.

And that meant that Jin had to fight to ignore that unknown, but definitely uncomfortable feeling in his heart when he saw Kame laughing with someone else in KAT-TUN.

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Kame sat on the empty bench outside the recording studio, puffing on his second cigarette and wondering if perhaps he was thinking a little too much. Which, he later decided, was probably an indication that he was.

The door of the recording studio opened, signaling that the person before him was done and that it was his turn now.

As he stood up, he realized the other person was still standing at the door, and had a feeling he knew who it was.

“Kamenashi.” So he was right.

“Akanishi.”

“It’s your turn.”

“Right.” He walked to the trash can and threw the cigarette butt inside. As he approached the door to the studio, he looked up and caught Jin staring at him. They stood like that for how long, they weren’t sure, just looking at each other and trying to decide what to do next.

The spell was broken when a staff’s voice rang out from the recording studio, calling for Kame. Jin stepped aside and looked away, suddenly looking very uncomfortable.

Kame felt as if his heart was being squeezed, seeing Jin like this. He never forgot how much closer they were compared to now, but he knew he could blame no one but himself, if he were to point fingers at anyone.

Reaching out, he touched Jin’s wrist lightly. He felt Jin flinched slightly, but the older man didn’t move his hand away.

“Aka… Jin, can we talk? Later? Like, really talk?”

Jin looked to consider Kame proposition for a few seconds, and then looked back at him. “I… I guess so.”

“Good.” Kame gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, good,” Jin echoed, and walked down the hall, leaving the studio door open for Kame.

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The lone figure stood a distance away. And Kame didn’t know why, but a something about that figure was beckoning to him, asking him to go nearer. He couldn’t do anything but oblige, because as strong as he was in front of the camera, in front of others, there was just something in him which couldn’t quite resist this.

He walked closer, closer. And closer still. But he could never seem to reach the other person. It seemed as if the more he walked, the farther away the person got.

Said figure must’ve given up somewhat, because he (Kame decided it must be a him, judging by his built) let his hand drop to his side, and suddenly the surrounding cleared a little and Kame could see that the person was standing near the edge of a cliff. He couldn’t see anything beyond the cliff, but the way the clouds there were floating, it must have been rather high.

Just as sudden as the figure had stopped gesturing, he turned around and jumped off the cliff.

“No!!!...”

“… Jin!” Kame awoke with a start, only to realize after his surrounding had registered in his still groggy mind that his pajama top had been soaked through with sweat.

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Jin was humming a tune, all ready to go home, when he realized that he wasn’t alone in the KAT-TUN dressing room.

“Akanishi.” Kame’s voice rang out, clear albeit a little uncertain. Jin had a sinking feeling in his stomach, because although a part of him knew he would need to sit down and talk it all out with the younger man sooner or later before his sanity is driven completely out of him, this felt a little too soon.

Kame cleared his throat, and Jin realized that he still hadn’t acknowledge the other’s presence.

“Hey. I was just going.”

“Uh, yeah, I know.”

Silence.

It was Jin’s turn to clear his throat this time, disrupting the uncomfortable silence which stretched between them.

“Shall we talk over dinner?” Jin asked, finally.

He saw Kame nod out of the corner of his eyes, and perhaps, just perhaps, he told himself, that the sigh that the other had just let out sounded somewhat like that of relief.

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As Jin had anticipated, dinner was an awkward affair for both of them, neither knew what to say, or when one started speaking, the other would try to start a conversation, too.

It felt like they were strangers. And it wasn’t something that Jin wanted at all. He just… wasn’t very sure what was it that he did want.

As they were walking out of the restaurant, Kame fell in step beside Jin, and they walked silently, aimlessly, until Jin realized that they were walking towards the park which they both loved when they were juniors. It was the park that Jin first told Kame that he was Jin’s best friend in the world, and that nothing could ever change that.

Jin’s heart beat sped up at the thought of revisiting those memories.

He reached out for Kame’s arm and rested his hand lightly on Kame’s wrist. “Kame?”

“Yes?”

Jin opened his mouth to say something, but found that he didn’t know what he wanted to convey. Instead, he shook his head and said nothing, and they both continued walking.

When they neared the park, it was Kame’s turn to break the silence. “Jin, I… I don’t know how to begin, but I knew we had to talk.” He stopped, as if to recollect his thoughts. “I want us to be friends again.”

Jin let the words sink in, all the while staring straight ahead, looking everywhere except at Kame.

Kame let out a sigh. “I guess I’m expecting too much. I’m sorry, Jin. I just want you to know that.” The younger man’s shoulders slumped, and if Jin had looked at him, he would’ve known that Kame’s eyes spoke of defeat, of helplessness. To Kame, this was it, this was all he could do to salvage whatever they have left, if any at all.
When he didn’t manage to get a response out of Jin, he decided that this was it. The end that he never wanted. He felt his eyes getting damp, but fought with everything he had to not cry in front of Jin. In front of the one person he actually considered his best friend.

Before Jin knew what was going on, Kame turned on his heels and walked swiftly away. Jin could only look on, dumbfounded.

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It was probably a blessing that they had the next day off. But even then, it felt like the gods were taunting Kame and everything he did brought his thoughts back to the night before. The night he made a fool of himself and killed whatever chance he might have had to get his friend back.

So instead of going out to enjoy the last few days of summer, Kame had stayed home, unresponsive to his mother’s call for him “to come down and have lunch already, Kazuya”, preferring instead to lie on his bed and stare at the ceiling. He was staring at it so long, unblinking, that at one point he thought he saw something moving. Turned out to be an optical illusion, but Kame was driving himself crazy if he were to continue on like this.

Something to do… Something to do… His mind was a blank. He walked to the closet, looked through his clothes, and then decided not to bother. Who cared if he looked like shit anyway?

As he was walking back to his bed, he heard a soft tap on his door and stopped, turning around to look at it as if willing it to open. It didn’t.

“Nii-chan, you’ve a guest.”

“Who?”

“… Akanishi-kun.”

Kame’s eyes widened at the mention of that name. He didn’t realize that he had been staring at the door for a while without saying anything until his younger brother’s voice interrupted him. “Nii-chan?”

“I’ll be right down.”

He listened as Yuya’s footsteps faded away, and then turned sideways to look at himself in the mirror. Well, he hates me anyway. Why should I bother?”

The door opened with a creak.

Kame turned around abruptly, and was stunned to see who it was.

“Ji… Jin?”

“I asked your brother if I could come up, since you took so long.”

The younger man fell silent. Of all things that could happen, he hadn’t expected to see Jin in his room, right now, right after he had asked Jin if they could be friends again and was met with silence.

He hadn’t expected Jin to walk around the room as if the past few months never happened.

“You’re still as neat as ever.” He picked up a picture of them and the rest of KAT-TUN when they were still in their junior days. “I can’t believe you still have this,” he said, a slight amusement in his voice.

“Jin?”

The taller man looked up at the sound of his name.

“Why… we…”

“I came to apologize. About last night.” He stood up and walked towards Kame, smiling softly when he saw the look of confusion on his face. “I wanted to say something in return, but I couldn’t find the words. You know I’m never good with words.” He looked down and ran a hand through his hair self-consciously. Kame couldn’t help but find that endearing.

“You never had a problem with lyrics.”

“Yeah, well, that’s different. But anyway,” he continued, “I can’t say I haven’t been pondering this whole… thing, over and over again.” He looked up, straight at Kame.

“I want to rebuild our friendship.”

Kame thought he had never felt more relieved as Jin’s eyes took on the familiar begging look, a slight pout forming. As he leaned forward and pulled Jin into a hug, he swore he had not felt this light in years.

-Owari-

[Dorama Crossover - Sekino/Shuji] - For Always Being There - PG

2007-01-31T13:23:21Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: ... Sekino/Shuji (That would be Ryo's character in Ganbatte Ikimasshoi and Kame's in Nobuta wo Produce :|)
Genre: Angst, confusion.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: ... No?
Summary: The story of a love realized, lost and found again. Meant to be a one-shot.

Author's Note: For tomosuki. Gomen ne, Rae-chan! *hides*

To say that he was disappointed would be an understatement. Somehow a little part of him knew that this would happen, but he took the chance anyway. Now he knew he shouldn’t even have contemplated doing that in the first place.

Sekino didn’t want to forget. It was hard to remember her smile, her energy, the way the sides of her eyes crinkled when she smiled that smile of hers, but it was painful to forget. To her, he would always be Bu, always be the fat boy who eventually lost the extra weight but never really made up for it with height, and Sekino was really alright with that. The fact that he never really grew, and that Etsuko never really looked at him as anything more than a friend.

Then they went their separate ways, and being apart made him think. Made him wonder if what he said about him always being there for her, if what he thought about it being sufficient that she knew he would, was really enough. He dated other girls. He brought Rii out for dinner when she came to visit. More than a few girls have showed interest. But they were all so different. So not his type. So not her.

He wondered if he was really that understanding and all-giving all along.

_______________________

Not wanting to forget translated into something drastic the more Sekino let the idea simmer and brew in his head. He tended to think too much, and it wasn’t always a good thing. Thinking too much made him do things like take a 5 hour bus ride to Tokyo with only a slip of paper with her address in his wallet and a small backpack. It made him do things the rational him would never do.

The realization that this was something the normal him would never do dawned on him a little too late. Like right after he knocked on her door at half past six one Friday evening.

“Nakata Saburo, you’re late— BU!” She was still very much the girl he’d known almost all his life, although her hair was slightly longer now and she had grown her fringe out. And she was in a dress.

“Bu, iu na.” Some things never change. He tried to keep his tone light and carefree, although at that fraction of a moment, he thought he had gotten the answer to his unasked question.

Some things never change. Others are just not meant to be.

She cleared her throat and tried again. “I mean, hello. What are you doing here? I mean, how did you— ”

“I was in the neighbourhood. On a trip. Thought I’d stop by,” he replied without batting an eyelid.

“Oh. Would you like to come in?” she asked, the smile that he had been used to seeing returning to her face. He liked that smile, he thought.

He was about to refuse when her smile got even larger and she waved, still excitedly as she has always done, but a little more controlled. Sekino turned around and spotted one Nakata Saburo, dressed in a nicely pressed light blue shirt and dress pants. He felt a little sicker then.

“Sekki~ What brought you here?” Nakata didn’t wait for an answer before pulling him into a bear hug.

“Stuff, you know,” Sekino answered, as if it answered everything. He pulled away and smiled a little forced smile. “I’ve to go catch up with my friends, though. Just stopped by to say hi.” He tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack.

He didn’t wait for either of them to stop him before waving goodbye and walking out into the streets. He realized, painfully, that he didn’t hear his name being called.

Sekino didn’t cry. Instead, he pressed his lips together and stared straight ahead, continuing to put distance between himself and the past that he realized should have just been left in the past.

_______________________

Sekino found a nice little bar two blocks away from her street, and prayed that the two of them wouldn't drop by. He'd had enough for a night. Maybe even a lifetime.

By the end of his third glass all he could think of was sleep, and he supposed it was a good sign. There was no pain, no feeling. And he didn't count being tired to be a feeling. The soft music played in the background, the sound of a man with a husky voice singing to the almost-tangible chords of guitar, the sound of people chattering around him - Sekino tried to process them all, tried to let them overcome him.

Resting his chin on his folded arms on the counter, he signalled for the bartender for one more glass, when he felt someone occupy the seat beside him. On a good day he would have gotten up and leave, but today was not such a day.

He closed his eyes, hoping the stranger would leave him alone.

"Beer, please," Sekino heard the man say, a voice rather young, but plagued with a kind of weariness that he was all too familiar with. Still, Sekino kept his eyes closed, even when the bartender returned with his drink.

Ten minutes has passed before Sekino decided to open his eyes and acknowledge the glass of beer in front of him. But not the stranger. Both just sat there, nursing their own drink, not muttering a word. Sekino was curious - was this stranger who picked the seat beside his among all the other empty seats just weird, or perhaps he was like Sekino himself, jaded, and just wanted assurance by being near someone as sick of the world as he was?

The stranger must've thought the same thing, because he finally spoke up. "Beer is a wonderful thing, isn't it? It makes you forget." The other man placed his now empty glass on the wooden counter.

Sekino couldn't help but nod. He looked over just as the other man was fishing out his wallet and caught an identification card. Kiritani Shuuji.

"I'm paying for the both of us," he told the bartender, and took out a few bills before Sekino could stop him. Shuuji looked at him after the bartender had given him his change. "Thanks for the company."

Sekino gave him a short wave, then thanked the guy behind the counter. He needed sleep more than anything now. When he woke up tomorrow, he told himself, it would've all been in the past.

-Owari-

[Drabble] 6 + 5 - PG-13

2007-01-15T12:07:47Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Pin? RyoPin? RyoUchi? IDK. You decide.
Genre: Crack :D
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: I prefer Jin coherent, kthnx. But either way, I'm not gonna get any of them, so what I say here doesn't matter.
Summary: Ryo calls to tell Jin that NewS is visiting. Jin gets all incoherent \:D/

Author's Note: I am lame and miss my writing journal. So I wrote this drabble thing. Enjoy!

"We're going over. Expect us in a week's time."

Jin didn't know whether Ryo expected him to do a fangirl!squeal, or tumble over and die from a sudden heart attack. Jin was capable of doing both at the same time, but probably to Ryo's dismay, didn't. Instead, he did the thing that he's second best at, after his hip dancing.

He went all incoherent.

"You... I... here... WHAT?!"

Ryo sighed. "Bakanishi, which part don't you understand? We're going over to Los Angeles. All six of us." Jin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Obviously, the evilness of incoherence still had control over him. Damn.

"And yes, even your idiot boyfr... I mean, best friend." Jin could hear the snicker in his voice and wanted to ask how much he knew. But then he decided that Ryo was too smart for his own good and kept quiet.

"Akanishi Jin, did you die?"

"... No."

"Then stop being an idiot and say something. I didn't call just to have you say a total of five words to me. Six, including "Hello"."

Jin took a deep breath. "Ryo, could we, maybe... you know..."

"No. How many times must I tell you that requests for threesomes are only for after I've had at least two six-packs and when Uchi's not around? Bye, Bakanishi." Ryo hung up.

Jin stared at the receiver and decided that, well, Ryo was definitely too fucking smart for his own good.

-Owari-

That was lame, I know. I just had to get it out of my system >_>

[RyoUchi] - When The Time Comes - PG-13

2006-12-31T07:05:35Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi
Genre: Fluff and happiness! :DV
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Once again, NOT MINE. ~~OMG IHU FOR MAKING ME REPEAT THAT OVER AND OVER DDDD:~~
Summary: Peace and quiet. To make up for my earlier Uchi-angst :|

Author's Note: So. I felt the need to redeem myself and came up with this... short drabble thing. No more angst, okay? He's coming back so let's be happy for that fact ♥

Ryo lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eyes he sensed Uchi stirring, and he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He felt Uchi's long fingers on his wrist, and remembered why he liked to be awakened by Uchi, even though technically he was already awake. He liked it when he opened his eyes and the first thing he would see is Uchi staring down at him, eyes barely able to open but smiling nonetheless.

Ryo smiled back, and closed his eyes once more. Uchi chuckled softly and poked him at the side, causing a short yelp to escape his throat and he opened his eyes to shoot Uchi a glare which caused the younger boy to giggle.

Uchi’s cell phone rang.

Ryo watched as he reached over him to the bedside table and picked it up, smiling and nodding as he listened to the other party speaking. “I understand. See you later.” And then he hung up.

“Was that some secret lover of yours?” Ryo asked, propping himself on one elbow and smirking, causing Uchi to blush profusely. He loved it that he had this effect on Uchi.

“No, of course not. I can barely keep up with you alone.” He put his cell phone away. “That’s manager-san. He called to remind me that I’m expected to be in at the same time as you guys.”

Expected to be in.

Ryo smiled, tracing patterns on Uchi’s lower arm. The younger of the two lied back down and let out a contented sigh. “So, I guess this is it then.”

“Yup. This is it,” Ryo replied, and closed his eyes, just happy to be in Uchi’s presence and knowing that this time, when he goes to work, Uchi would walk in with him.

-Owari-

[Uchi-centric] - Soon - PG

2006-12-31T03:39:55Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: None. Uchi-centric
Genre: Angst, kinda hopeful, drabble-like thing?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Uchi, obviously. I mean, if I do, do you think I'll be writing about him crying instead of ~~sending Ryo off to comfort~~ comforting him?
Summary: The time has finally come, and Uchi thought it would be joyful, happy, something to celebrate, but it was different, and he wonders why.

Author's Note: I am sorry to add to the angst. OMG. I deserve to be shot DDDD: But I read konliza's awesome K8 fics this morning and this muse just decided to park itself in my brain ._.

You know they say the best things come to those who wait, or something like that. And so that was what you did.

You waited. Time and time again, you waited. Even though people laughed – oh, you can bet your last dollars that they do – you held your head high, and you waited.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and yet, you religiously crossed out days from the calendar. You were sure that one day, one day the call will come, and your band mates from both sides will rejoice, the fans will scream, and you will silently cheer, because there was a time when you would jump all over the room when something as big as this happens, but that was all in the past, wasn’t it?

You’ve grown up.

The calendar is almost filled with red markings now. One for each day, but there is also something else. At the corner of each box which indicates the date, you’ve written the word soon, because that is when you know the wait will be over. Soon.

And of course, soon finally comes, and it’s all as you’ve predicted. The first call, followed by the rest of them. Ryo tries to hog the telephone, because he couldn’t come over, he said. Some appointment or other. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s Ryo and you know you will see him.

And then the rest. Shota tells you how happy he is, before passing the phone over to Ohkura who talks about how they’ll wait for you in that deep voice of his. And then Subaru came to the telephone and before he could say anything he started crying and Maru had to pull him away and you could hear his voice telling Subaru that it’ll be okay, stop crying. Hina tells you stories about how much commotion the news of your return has caused, before Yoko snatches the phone from him (you could hear what sounds like a hand hitting someone’s head and Hina is yelling at Yoko that it's painful) to tell you that your rest time is over, and “it’s time to work, kiddo!” and you smile into the phone even though you know they can’t see it.

But you know they feel it. Just like how you feel it in your bones that it was different now. There will still be Kanjani8, and there will be eight of you now, but somehow, just somehow, it’s different, and you sort of know what is, but you can’t really put it into words.

You’ve all changed. And most of all, maybe, you’ve changed. All that waiting, all those times you’ve wished that things would go back to the way they were, they’ve all changed you.

You hang up, and laugh to yourself. You laugh and laugh even as your tears fall, and then you realize that you don’t even know what you’re laughing about.

Before you know it, you’ve picked up the phone again, and this time, you are dialing Ryo’s number. Because you know if it’s Shota’s phone, as it was earlier, everyone else would just fight for the phone to talk to you again. But no one would bother Ryo if it's his phone that’s ringing.

He picks up after three rings, and straightaway asks you what’s wrong. You shake your head and answer “Nothing,” but you know that he knows, and then the background noise seems to fade and you know he’s moving away from the group. And that is when you broke down.

You couldn’t say anything else, just choked sobs coming out at an uneven pace, and Ryo’s voice is soothing, like always. You know of this side of him, which was why you called him in the first place, and you know why you need it now. He tells you to calm down and to smile, and that is what you did. He tells you things are going to be okay, that they have changed, but it’s still going to be okay. Everybody changes, but that’s what makes life exciting, and that you shouldn’t regret.

And you nod. Your sobs are quieter now, but the tears are still there, pooling in your eyes, even as you try to stop them. You nod again as he tells you to hang in there.

You want to believe him, and it’s difficult, but you know you need to.

Things are going to be different. The soon is now here. Your wish has come true, but somehow you feel like you don’t have a choice in this matter.

But you know you just have to make it okay. Because soon is here.

-Owari-

[Ryu/Hayato] - That same old line - NC-17

2006-12-29T11:39:24Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Ryu/Hayato
Genre: Smut... and more smut. GUH. Oh, PWP. You've been warned.
Rating: NC-17 (I just realized how much I suck at ratings O_o)
Disclaimer: I enjoy watching them in Gokusen 2, but to have both would cause me too much of a headache. I mean, angst AND random? So, no, I don't own.

Author's Note: ... Another smut fic, and more PWP than anything because I totally suck at writing long smut scenes (with switching of positions as requested DDD:) so my brain died while trying to come up with plot. For you, magelet ♥

“Hayato, put the fucking handcuffs away.”

“But Ryu…”

Ryu crossed his arms and let a small pout form on his face, and Hayato knew that was the end of their discussion. But why not handcuffs? Why?!

“Handcuffs are lame. And overrated. Totally not Christmas-y”

Hayato opened his mouth to start asking what he meant by overrated and not Christmas-y, but decided against it.

“Then, if I put the handcuffs away, can we still play?” Hayato asked, putting on the puppy-eyed look that he knew Ryu could never turn down.

And he was right, because Ryu’s expression softened considerably and he appeared to be considering his boyfriend’s request.

“That… depends on what you want to play.”

Smirking, Hayato threw the handcuffs over to the bedside table, but it hit the corner of the furniture and dropped to the floor with a loud clank. “Leave it,” he said, when Ryu started moving to pick it up. “We can take care of that later.”

Moving towards Ryu on the bed, he got on all fours and looked his lover up and down. “For now, let me take care of you.”

“Haven’t you got another line, Hayato?” Ryu looked at him with a bored look, but Hayato knew better than to let Ryu deter him. He moved forward and kiss Ryu on the lips, and then pulled back.

“No, but actions speak louder than words, don’t they?” And with that he pushed his hips down to let Ryu feel him, and Ryu must’ve felt, because the smaller boy leant back on the bed and tried to bite back a moan.

From then on there were no more words, just sounds which came out sounding like stifled moans because Ryu liked it that way, to keep his moans low and quiet because he wasn’t a screamer. No, he wasn’t, even when Hayato kissed his way down Ryu’s chest and expertly rid him of his clothes in such a quick manner which makes you wonder if all those times that he was slow in understanding things were just an act. Because if there was one thing that Hayato wasn’t, it was slow.

Especially not when he took Ryu in his mouth and Ryu was squirming beneath him and trying not to scream. He was fast, oh-so-fast, and Ryu was teetering over the edge, and still, Ryu wanted him to go faster. And just as he was about to tumble over, Hayato drew back smiled that wicked smile up at him, the one which told Ryu that he would take care of Ryu if Ryu would take care of him. Ryu looked on as the other boy applied the gel on both of them and eased to him in one long and slow motion, and he felt like his insides were going to fall apart, even though this was definitely not the first time he had done this.

He bit down hard on his lips, hard enough that a small patch where his teeth made contact with the pinkish surface turned a deep, dark red, and seeing Ryu's expression, Hayato stopped moving. But only for a split second, because they know each other’s body so well, know how long each would take to adjust, and then it would be alright to move again, with more passion and vigour and need than before, and then Hayato was calling out to Ryu to tell him that it was alright for him to make noise, that he wanted Ryu to make noise, to call his name.

And Ryu did just that, calling out Hayato’s name, the only time during their whole time together that he would allow his voice to take over, and he wondered if that wasn’t because he was falling over the edge so fast that he no longer had any control whether to moan or scream. It didn’t matter either way.

Ryu closed his eyes and rested one hand on his chest, the other hanging over the side of the bed, and Hayato would’ve thought that he had fallen asleep if he hadn’t opened his eyes a second later to look up at his lover, his eyes dark and deep and conveyed a feeling that Hayato didn’t understand, but it immediately made him hard again.

Ignoring it, Hayato collapsed beside Ryu, both boys’ legs still tangled together and closed his eyes. “Told you I’d care of you. Now, was I good or what?”

“Stupid. You need taking care of again,” Ryu mumbled beside him, and before Hayato could process his words, Ryu had flipped him onto his back and was straddling him. Unlike Hayato, however, sex to Ryu was a laidback event, something to be done carefully and not in a rush, not unlike everything else in his life.

He would start like he always have, nuzzling Hayato’s neck and sucking on the pulse point on the base of his neck, hands running down Hayato’s sides, and then up again to play with his nipples. He moved like a cat, smooth and confident and teasing, always teasing, and it drove Hayato crazy because he was torn between finding the contrasting way in which Ryu would do things extremely sexy, and feeling frustrated that he wouldn’t just get straight to the point already.

A smirk appeared on Ryu’s face when he sensed the urgency in Hayato’s pants and the way he was running his hands all over Ryu’s back and his hair, and decided to make his way southwards, stopping only slowly to plant a kiss on the inside of Hayato’s thighs before engulfing him. Hayato didn’t think he could get any harder than he was before, but apparently he was wrong, because now he wasn’t just hard; he was painfully hard, and every part of his body was just begging for release.

He arched upwards in an attempt to let Ryu know how much he wanted this, all the while moaning and calling out Ryu’s name, because unlike Ryu, he never worried about being loud. Instead, he took pride in it.

But instead of sending Hayato over the edge, Ryu sat up straight again, and Hayato pouted before he noticed that the other boy’s own length needed as much attention as his own. He reached underneath the pillow and pulled out the tube that he had kept there earlier after he had used it, tossing it over to Ryu who caught it easily and went to work at once, hissing softly as his own cold fingers made contact with his length.

As Ryu finally eased into him, Hayato instinctively reached out to touch himself, but his hands were swatted away and were replaced by Ryu’s instead, and his smaller fingers sent sparks all over his body within moments. Both their breaths were coming out in short gasps now, and the only voice that could be heard was Hayato’s telling Ryu to please, go faster, harder, and Ryu could only comply and then finally, finally, they called out each other’s name, voices blending in an odd sort of harmony that no one else could have heard (save for the neighbours who were probably up by now, maybe).

Ryu half-collapsed on top of Hayato, and with what little energy left in Hayato, he fumbled around for the blanket and pulled it over both their bodies, ignoring Ryu’s protest that they needed to clean up.

“Leave that for tomorrow. We need new sheets for Christmas morning anyway,” Hayato replied, eyes closed, and that made Ryu smile again.

“Merry Christmas,” Ryu said, rolling off Hayato and resting one hand on the other boy’s abdomen instead.

“Merry Christmas. So, Santa Ryu, have I been a good boy this year, or do I need to spanked?” Hayato asked, his voice groggy but still teasing.

“You’ve been a good boy, but you still need to be spanked.”

-Owari-

[RyoUchi] - Cry - PG

2006-12-27T06:35:28Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi
Genre: Angst, kinda, I dunno D:
Rating: PG-ish, I think?
Disclaimer: No own. How sad :(

Author's Note: This is for forochel who wanted to know Uchi's reaction if Ryo had gone back to him after his meeting with one Odagiri Ryu. Confused? This is a sequel/companion piece to Return, but it can be read on its own.

The television was on, flashing images of a thousand colours to its lone audience, even when said audience was not actually paying attention to it.

Colours mix, match, and change on the screen, and he stared, unlooking. For there would’ve been a time when his was the face which graced the screen, when his voice would be booming out of the speakers instead of those… unbearable noises he was hearing now.

Noises he wished he could drown out. Much like his own.

Everything was a reminder. A reminder of a life he once had, a life he now could no longer imagine being his.

Be patient.

You’ll come back.

Just wait a little longer.

Oh, he would wait. He would wait until dawn breaks, until the clouds go away and the rainbow appears again, and still, it wouldn’t make a difference. The call would never come, and he knew it.

Which was why he couldn’t bear taking other calls now, knowing that the one most important call he wanted would never come.

The lightning flashing outside caught his eye, and he turned his focus to the darkening sky.

If only the rain could wash everything away.

“Okaasan, I’m going out.”

“Hiroki, it’s going to rain…”

But Uchi Hiroki had already switched off the television and closed the door behind him.

______________________

Ryo ran and ran until he felt like all the oxygen had left his lungs, because they hurt, but still he continued running. Like everything else, he let his body lead, but this time, his brain wasn’t far behind.

He knew his destination. Because there was only one.

“But it’s not going to be easy.”

“No, it isn’t. It never was.”

Slowing his footsteps as he neared, a million thoughts ran through his head.

What if he turned me away again?

What if he didn’t want to see me?

What if…

“Ryo-chan?” Uchi’s mother looked out from the living room window, a little worried at his state of breathlessness, but still managed to look fondly at him. “Hiroki just went out.”

Ryo looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you.”

And then he was running again. He needed to be fast, or he would be let behind. Left behind by Uchi who didn’t even know what he was leaving behind. Or who.

But Ryo wouldn’t let him do it. He needed to catch up.

I would not be left behind.

______________________

The rain fell, lightly, very lightly. It seeped into Uchi’s clothings and made his hair wet, bringing with a coldness that Uchi wished would numb his nerves and make him feel no more. Because if he didn’t feel, then he wouldn’t be in pain.

He wouldn’t need to face up to losing the things which matter most to him.

The band. Ryo.

Ryo.

“Hiroki…”

He didn’t need to turn around to know to whom that voice belonged to. He shouldn’t have to.

“Hiroki!!!” It came again, loud and clear, and Uchi couldn’t stop the tears from falling, couldn’t stop it from mixing with the rain drops trickling down his cheeks, until tears and rain became indistinguishable, and yet the tears continued.

He stood up and turned around slowly, looking at Ryo, uncertain, hurt, but mostly, lost.

And Ryo was in front of him in a split second, pulling him into a hug, and it wasn’t until Ryo started speaking that he realized Ryo had been crying as well.

“Don’t… l-leave me… be-behind.”

Arms limp, Uchi couldn’t bear to push Ryo away. Instead, he continued crying, continued to hope that the water would wash it all away and leave him clean. Take away the pain so that when the sun shines again, it would be there no more.

“Don’t… l-leave me,” Ryo said again, still sobbing, but to Uchi, he sounded different, somehow. As much as Uchi was hurting, he now knew Ryo was hurting just as much, maybe even more. Uchi slowly brought his arms up and encircled Ryo’s waist, unable to do anything more than to bury his face in the crook of Ryo’s neck and letting it all out.

-Owari-

[Ryo/Ryu] - Return - PG-13

2006-12-26T04:45:18Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Ryo/Ryu crossover :O
Genre: Angst, kinda, I dunno D:
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I was gonna wish for Ryu this Christmas, but I couldn't make up my mind between him and Hayato, so I got nothing :|

Author's Note: For thoughtsofadrop. I hope you like ^_^

Nishikido Ryo ran his fingers along the chords of the guitar, familiar yet not really. The guitar reminded him of Uchi, of how the younger boy would make him sing for him at night, especially right after the suspension when he couldn’t sleep and Ryo would sneak over to his apartment to check on him. The guitar held many memories for Ryo.

Unfortunately, it also reminded of him of how his heart was broken and he was left cold.

“Ryo, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with you knowing I can’t really be out there with you, you get me?”

“But Uchi…”

“Let me go, Ryo. When the time is right, it will happen.”

Uchi had looked so miserable, so lost, that Ryo wanted to do nothing more than pull him into his arms, but he stopped himself. He wouldn’t beg. No, if this was what Uchi wanted.

He strummed another note on the instrument.

“When the time is right…”

When will that be? A month? A year? Never?

There was no answer.

He looked out to the sea and started playing.

Kaerarehen
Modorarehen
Ano Koro no Futari ni…

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If the can had been the girl’s face, it would’ve been squashed flat by one Odagiri Ryu for sure. Except it wasn’t, and Ryu wasn’t all that violent to begin with. Not like that.

That girl. The one whose name Ryu didn’t even bother remembering when Hayato had talked about her.

Ryu couldn’t understand. Why her, of all people?

A better question would be, why not you, wouldn’t it, Odagiri?

But they were best friends. And Hayato pretty much confirmed that he was straight, looking at his track record with girls in the past.

All Ryu had was a broken dream, a wish meant to be forgotten.

He kicked the can to the side, and he looked on in slight surprise as it bounced off the pavement and hit a man sitting by the raised sidewalk facing the sea.

Ryu didn’t know how to react when said man turned over to look at him, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes which didn’t quite cut it. He had a feeling any other day, this man would’ve reacted differently, but he just stared at Ryu, as if trying to think of something to say. Ryu bowed deeply. “I’m sorry,” he said simply, and looked up.

The man shook his head as if to say it didn’t matter and went back to strumming his guitar.

Something about the man held Ryu in place, and he listened as he played, his voice crisp and clear and full of emotions as he sang a song of a love lost, something Ryu could understand all too well.

Except he reminded himself that Hayato wasn’t even his to begin with. So it wouldn't be accurate to say that he'd lost Hayato.

The man, sensing Ryu still behind him, stopped playing. “I’m not staging a show here.”

Ryu shuffled his feet and stared out into the ocean. “I know.”

He turned around again, this time with a much softer look in his eyes, but only for a moment before he looked down at his guitar again.

Ryu took that as a sign that he wasn’t intruding some personal space that this man was trying to protect and sat down a few feet beside him.

“I’m not usually this inviting. Be glad you caught me on a… different sort of day.”

Ryu nodded, not wanting to probe further. Something about this man’s voice intrigued him. It was as if he was showing his emotions to Ryu, someone he barely knew, and rather than being awkward, it was strangely comforting.

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They sat like that, a distance apart from one another, for a good half an hour, with Ryo breaking into a new song every now and then, all the songs which reminded him of Uchi, songs he didn’t want to remember because they hurt, but yet, his fingers continued moving.

The young man with brown hair sat next to him, not muttering a word. If it weren’t for his dangling legs swaying back and forth, one could’ve mistaken him for a statue.

A rather pretty one at that, Ryo admitted to himself, but immediately put a pause to his thought. That wasn’t right. He loved Uchi, so what was he doing thinking that this complete stranger was attractive?

But Ryo couldn’t help stealing a glance or two in the other’s direction. Something about the way he looked, or something. Ryo couldn’t place a finger on it.

The boy decided to speak up finally. “Thanks… for letting me sit here.” He made to stand up, but Ryo’s hand stopped him.

“Wait, don’t go yet.” He settled his guitar in his lap, hoping to look as calm as possible. “What’s your name?”

“Odagiri Ryu.” He looked surprised at Ryo’s sudden reaction, but sat back down.

“Nishikido Ryo.”

“You played well. I hope she returns to you soon.”

“He,” Ryo corrected without missing a beat. “But it’s not going to be easy.”

Ryu nodded, and Ryo noticed that he didn’t look the slightest bit surprised at Ryo’s unceremonious announcement of his sexual orientation.

“No, it isn’t. It never was.” Ryu stood up again. “Thanks, for today.”

“No problem.” And Ryu walked away without saying anything more.

Ryo looked as the other boy walked farther and farther away until he was nothing more than a small figure among a group of people. It was just a short moment of two persons’ lives intersecting, and Ryo wondered if they’d ever see each other again. He turned his attention back to his guitar and thought hard about Uchi. And Ryu.

He thought about Ryu. And then he stood up and ran into the crowd.

-Owari-

[KAT-TUN] - Group Activity - NC-17

2006-12-25T08:58:29Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: KAT-TUN. YES. ALL SIX. It's an orgy, what do you expect?
Genre: Smut, crack. *wibbles*
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All six? They've broken my brain. I don't want them to break my bed, too. I mean, WHAT? Christmas has clearly robbed me of my sanity.

Author's Note: For little_bruises who wanted a KAT-TUN you-know-what with the keyword Arashi. Unbeta-ed because.. well, just read it. It's lame. IDEK.

“I need more beer…”

Kame tore his gaze away from the random Western movie he had found in Ueda’s collection and stared at Jin in amazement. “Bakanishi, that was your sixth can,” he said, and then added silently under his breath, “fat Jin.”

“This sucks. It’s Friday night and all we’re doing is getting stuck in Ueda’s apartment with nothing but two six-packs and a lousy Western movie?” Koki whined from the couch and was hit with the empty beer can that Ueda had nonchalantly threw at the rapper. “Ow! Tat-chan!”

“Then suggest something, Mr Smarty Pants,” Ueda said, eerily calm.

The room fell silent, but for only five seconds because an obviously drunk Junno suddenly flailed his hands, hitting Nakamaru in the process and not realizing it, and exclaimed excitedly, “I know, I know what we can do!!!”

“Idiot, stop shouting in my ear,” an irritated Koki complained from beside Junno and frowned.

Ignoring Koki, Junno tried standing up, but obviously the alcohol was too much for him and he fell right on top of Ueda who patted the other boy’s head. Junno took that as a sign to tell them his superb plan. “So, I was walking past Arashi’s changing room just now…”

“Taguchi Junnosuke, if this is another one of your bad puns, I swear I’ll…”

“Let him continue, Koki,” Maru said, still rubbing his forehead where Junno had hit earlier.

Junno flashed Maru a huge grin and cleared his throat. “So then I overheard Aiba-senpai, right? You know how excited he is, always talking loudly and stuff. And he was telling Nino-something about a group activity that they could all do, and then Jun said something about it being hard for them to find something which they would all enjoy, and then it hit me!”

At this point, Jin, who was trying to shake out the last drop of beer from his can, suddenly became interested. “What? What is it?”

“WECOULDHAVEANORGY!!!”

The room fell silent for the second time that evening.

“… Maru, you should’ve let me kill him earlier when I wanted to.”

“Hold on, hold on. Junno… you’re kidding, right?” Kame asked, holding Jin’s hand and looking very terrified.

“No, of course not! You and Jin, your sex life kind of sucks now, right? I overheard you talking in the bathroom last Friday,” Junno replied with that silly grin plastered on his face and Ueda bent down to plant a kiss on the taller boy’s forehead. “And see, Tat-chan and I love each other and we wouldn’t mind sharing,” he continued and let out a loud hiccup.

“Is anyone even listening to me?!” Everyone turned and looked at Koki, now standing up. “I am straight, and I’m pretty sure Nakamaru here is as well, right, Nakamaru?” Maru just stared at him and gulped audibly. “WHAT?! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?”

“Awww, c’mon, Koki, it’s all in the name of fun and experiment. Don’t you just loooove experimenting?” Jin said, still holding onto Kame’s hand and Koki suspected that he knew where his other hand was because Kame’s face was very red and he had barely touched his beer.

Koki stared for about half a second before he turned away, only to come face to face with Maru who smiled that little I-don’t-know-what’s-gonna-happen-but-we-might-as-well smile. Junno, obviously growing impatient, pushed Maru forward and Koki barely had time to react because suddenly the older boy was on him and a certain part of their anatomy were touching each other, and shit, what did Junno lace their drinks with?!

“Koki, you’re… hard,” Maru said simply, still lying sprawled on top of him. Before Koki could answer he felt someone tugging on his belt whom he thought was Maru, but it turned out to be Ueda, who has sidled up to them and was having Junno kissing down his neck. Kame and Jin, or rather, Jin who had pulled Kame along, had decided it was a good time to join in, and suddenly the rug in Ueda’s house was covered by six very clumsy looking young men trying to get it on.

Koki was about to protest again when he felt Ueda’s hands pushing his pants and boxers down, and then Ueda’s hand was on his cock, tugging slowly, so-very-slowly at first, and that made Koki let out a guttural sound that he didn’t know he was capable of. All he knew was that it sounded very much like Maru beat boxing with a sore throat. Only a whole lot sexier.

Maru, who was still on top of him, must’ve noticed this because he started kissing Koki then. He supported himself on his elbows and out of the corner of his eyes, Koki saw Kame pulling away from Jin to pull off Jin’s t-shirt and kiss down his chest, while Jin closed in on Maru and started nibbling on his ear.

A loud, deep moan escaped Ueda’s lips and the rapper suspected that Junno had just found a new talent, something to do with the hand that didn’t involve backflips, most probably.

Maru pulled away from their kiss to take off his own clothing, causing Jin to pout before he realized that he now had more access to Maru, but before Jin would do anything, Koki saw his eyes roll to the back of his head and him letting out another moan to add to Ueda’s increasingly frantic one as Kame went down on him.

From then on it was all moaning and wet sounds from all their kisses and Koki couldn’t tell who was touching him because holy crap, where did all of them learn how to do all that? And he was rubbing against Maru’s erection and it was so, so hot. Which was the last thought that registered in his brain before Jin, having climaxed a while before, started rubbing Maru and Koki’s erections together, causing Koki to instinctively pull Maru’s upper body to him as he came, hard, onto Jin’s hand the same time Maru did.

“Nghh, faster, Junno.” Koki looked over and saw that Ueda was on all fours with Junno behind him, and Maru reached over and caressed Ueda’s length with one hand. Koki, having suddenly decided that it would be a good show of appreciation, pulled Ueda towards him and starting trading open-mouthed kisses with him. All that must’ve been too much to bear, because Ueda came, and Junno followed suit, calling out the older man’s name.

___________________

“… What the fuck was that?” Koki said, much later, after they were all able to breathe normally again, but still very much naked and lying on Ueda’s now sweat-soaked rug.

“Group activity,” answered Junno before cuddling Ueda and falling asleep in the smaller man’s arms.

Koki had no choice but to accept that answer. Well, at least he enjoyed himself.

-Owari-

[Junno/Ryo] - I know Kanfuu Fighting! - PG

2006-12-25T08:42:09Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Junno/Ryo. Not really a pairing, unless you count the murderer/victim type. I mean, WHAT? D:
Genre: CRACK!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Junno left my brain to follow tomosuki to Tokyo so he's not mine anymore. Woe. Wait, that's not right. I mean, I wish they're mine. I really do. But they're not. WOE.

Author's Note: tomosuki'S CHRISTMAS FIC REQUEST YAY! :D

“One hundred thirty-four, one hundred thirty-five, one hundred thirty-…”

“Shut the fuck up, Taguchi.” Ryo called from the couch. “It’s bad enough that I had to wait here, in my house, with you, while the rest of those idiots take their own sweet time. Can you… please put that hoola hoop away?”

Junno stopped playing the hoola hoop and flashed Ryo his wide trademark grin. You know, the one which could stop a murderer from committing a murder. Maybe.

Except Ryo was secretly more dangerous than a murderer and Junno still didn’t know that yet.

“But Ryo-chan, what’s the hoola hoop for if I can’t play with it?” he asked, starting to do his counting again.

“IT’S MY HOOLA HOOP AND I CAN BUY A HOOLA HOOP AND PUT IT ON DISPLAY IF I WANT TO YOU GET ME?” Apparently Ryo had mastered the skill to move at the speed of light because he was sitting on top of Junno and pulling the taller boy by the collar before Junno could even blink.

Junno swallowed visibly. “I… am sorry?”

“WELL YOU’D BETTER BE BECAUSE I KNOW KANFUU FIGHTING OKAY?!”

This time Junno’s eyes widened, not with fear, but with something quite akin to excitement. “Do you really, Ryo-chan?” He stood up suddenly, sending Ryo rolling onto the empty space next to him. “Can you teach me? Please, please, pleeeeaaaaase?”

“… If I do, will you promise to stop counting?”

Junno thought for a second. “YES!”

And thus, Ryo was stuck with a kanfuu-crazed tap-dancer who wouldn’t stop going “HU! HA!” until the rest of their friends arrived.

-Owari-

[Akame, AU] - Powdered Snow (Prologue) - PG

2006-12-20T16:24:33Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame, Kame/OC, maybe.
Genre: AU, Friendship, romance, D: and :D later.
Rating: PG for now. Overall PG-13.
Disclaimer: I own ONE character in this fic. YAY! >_> Hint: And that character is not Jin or Kame. I am sad desu.

Author's Note: This is gonna be my first attempt at a real multi-chaptered fic, and I'm not even sure if I would be able to finish it D: The title is inspired by Remioromen's Konayuki, and I've a feeling this whole fic, as a whole, is inspired by the J-drama 1 Litre of Tears (though I can assure you that this wouldn't reach that level of sadness). It's basically told from a third person POV, and this prologue might be boring, but I think it's important to introduce the characters and I hope it doesn't bore you too much :| And I should stop being so insecure, but why are you still reading this? DDDDD:

I have always wondered why snow looks so pretty even if it brings so much coldness with it. How it robs away all warmth, and yet, the pure, white flakes captivate you with every movement. It feels as if snow flakes are just there to taunt you with their presence, but a part of me wonders if that is true.

How can something so beautiful be so cruel? Or perhaps, the cruelty lies in the human mind?

My name is Takahashi Hitomi, age 20. And this is the story of the friendships which saved my life. It is important to me to the point that I feel the need to write it down because it is how I come to be who I am right now. And till this day, my best friend never fails to remind me how it changed him as well.

And every time Jin does that, I would just look back and forth between him and Kazuya, and they would blush like two high school kids. It’s really fun.

Anyway, that’s my best friend. Akanishi Jin, currently a dance choreographer with a reknown dance academy in Tokyo. He didn’t always love dancing this much. In fact, he has always said dancing is not for real men. Soccer and other kinds of sports were his passion. That passion sometimes extends to fighting, too, but he would always remember to not let me know. I think he takes me for an idiot sometimes.

We have always been neighbours, and were practically siblings, with my older brother and I always going over to play catch. My mother worried a lot back then, not wanting us to bother the Akanishis too much, but Akanishi-san and his wife never once made us feel unwelcome. I suspect that they wanted to help my mother out, seeing that she was a single parent and all.

I never knew my father, and okaasan would change the subject whenever I brought it up.

Call it coincidence, but Jin and I went to the same primary and junior high school. When the time came for us to enter high school, we made a promise that we would work hard enough to get into the same prestigious school.

And sure enough, we did. And even the same class. Funny how some things turn out.

It was a good school. Jin wasn’t an extremely good student, but his grades were acceptable, and he was happy in the soccer team. I, on the other hand, joined the symphonic band. That was where I met Kazuya.

Kamenashi Kazuya was in the same year as we were, but in a different class. He had what some people call class, and he carried himself with the kind of arrogance that made people want to beat the crap out of him. In short, Kazuya was good, and he knew it. Unlike Jin and I who were known only because we were generally friendly and talked to everybody, Kazuya was the ace student whom everyone seek out when faced with a problem.

It wasn’t that he was a bad person. He wasn’t even really arrogant – he just looked like it, and that was largely due to his apparent self-confidence. I know this because when I got into the band, we were in the same section, and whenever I blew a wrong note on my clarinet, he would smile and point out the wrong note at me. Nothing else would escape his lips.

Jin, on the other hand, could not stand the “skinny, pouty-lipped boy”, as he would so often call him, even after I correct him so many times until I finally gave up and let him be. I think Jin, who treats me like a younger sister even though we are of the same age, didn’t like me hanging around someone like Kazuya. Someone who was popular and, in Jin’s opinion at least, would always turn out to be a jerk.

But I never expected Jin’s protectiveness to get so out of hand so quickly.

One day, after band practice, which ended rather late, I decided to stay back for a short while to practice some more. It wasn’t something I would normally do, but a competition was approaching, and I wanted to be selected to play. Besides, Jin and I would normally go back together, and on that day, Jin had intensive training for soccer in preparation for their freshmen match.

As I was practicing, Kazuya entered the room and signaled to me to continue practicing, obviously looking for something. I must’ve looked at him in a strange manner because as soon as he found the book he was looking for, he held it up for me to see, smiling like he always did, confident and reassuring.

And then the lights went out.

I dropped my instrument and screamed. Till this day I wasn’t sure why I did that, but it could’ve been that I was already nervous and stressed out over my playing, coupled with the fact that we were rather alone in that room.

“Hitomi!”

Jin opened the door to the band room, causing light to enter. Seeing Kazuya standing in front of me, and the frightened look on my face, he jumped into conclusion without even asking anything.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” he bellowed, charging up towards Kazuya. Before I could even register that he was in the room, his fist made contact with Kazuya’s jaw and the latter fell backwards, landing on his butt.

“Jin, no! It wasn’t Kamenashi-kun’s fault!”

“You’re trying to tell me that he wasn’t trying to ra… do something indecent to you? What did you do to her?!”

“Jin, he didn’t do anything! The electricity got cut off.”

“What?” Jin looked back at me, puzzled, but stopped looking like he was going to murder Kazuya. I heaved a sigh of relief.

“The light went off and I was shocked. Kamenashi-kun was only here to get something.” Kazuya glared at Jin. Jin glared back.

“I swear, if you ever…”

“Spare me the lecture. Baka.” He rubbed his jaw gingerly and I could see that it hurt.

“Kamenashi-kun, are you okay? Jin, I think you need to apologize.”

“…”

“Jin.”

“… Sorry,” he said, but his jaw was still locked and the glare wouldn’t go away.

“Whatever. See you next week, Takahashi-san,” Kame mumbled, bowing at me before leaving the room.

I closed my scores. “That was uncalled for, Jin. Why are you here anyway?”

“Practice ended early. And besides, I wouldn’t trust pouty-lipped if I were you. He looks like a mommy’s-boy-trying-to-act-like-a-jerk, anyway.”

“Jin.”

“… Sorry,” he said for the second time that evening. “Can we go? I’m craving ramen. And my fist hurts from that punch.”

“Didn’t you just have ramen last night?” I clicked my tongue at the mention of his fist, but decided against saying anything. Knowing both of our temperaments, it would probably turn into a shouting match right there in school.

“I did! But that was more than twenty-four hours ago. I’ve been craving for twenty-four hours!” And by then, I noticed that the grin had already returned to his face.

I should’ve known better than to hope that that would be the last time I had to witness a showdown between Jin and Kazuya.

-To be continued...-

[Akame] - Complete - NC-17

2006-12-18T16:58:06Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Akame yay! :3
Genre: Romance, smut. Yes. Erm.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2032 words
Disclaimer: NO. JUST NO. Don't make me repeat that D: (But of course, I'll have to anyway >_<;;;)
Warning: Yes, this is needed for this fic. Because omgfirsttimesecks ok? And it's basically PWP. You've been adequately warned. Oh, and unbeta-ed. That's all, foklks.

Author's Note: Insert fic to mienai2401's awesome Kizuna fic. Kinda. But I'm not so worthy so I can only produce this kinda... thing O_o I'M INCOHERENT COS IT'S 1AM SO SHUDDAP.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Kame tentatively let go of Jin’s hand before turning around to fasten the lock securely. As he was about to raise his right hand to replace the latch, he felt warm, slender fingers wrap around his wrist, immobilizing him.

Turning around to look at the taller boy, Kame’s eyes were full of question, but he didn’t manage to get a word out. He was suddenly very aware of their surrounding – the dim lighting in the room, the soft wind blowing in through the slightly opened window which caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on ends. And most of all, it was the dark, intense gaze of Jin which captivated him, held him in place and robbed him of his ability of speech.

With one quick, fluid movement, Jin reached behind Kame and fastened the latch in place, and the sound of metal hitting metal caused Kame to snap out of his gaze. “Jin,” he began, trying to at least regain the composure in his voice, even as he could feel the tips of his fingers quivering slightly and the goosebumps rising on his skin from Jin’s grip, “how are you…”

He wasn’t given the opportunity to complete his sentence, because Jin’s mouth crashed down on his, lightly at first, as if testing the waters, tasting Kame, and the younger boy’s eyes widened in surprise. “Nnh…” he said, trying to push Jin away, because if Jin was drunk, and he let Jin continue this, he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself to stop the both of them.

As if reading his mind, Jin pulled away for a moment and stared Kame straight in the eyes. Eyes meeting eyes, and in a way, it was as if two souls were meeting in that brief moment in time and space, and Kame was sure he saw no trace of drunkenness in the depth of those orbs.

“Kazuya, I want you, but I wouldn’t force you. If you don’t want this…” he took a deep breath, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice, “just… tell me. And we won’t do anything. We’ll just go to sleep. Or…” But this time it was Kame who silenced Jin, his full lips pushing on the other’s, and there was nothing light and slow in this kiss. Jin let go of Kame’s wrist and busied itself with musing with Kame’s hair instead, while his other hand snaked behind the small of his back to pull him closer, eager to deepen the kiss, to have what they have been keeping themselves from these past few weeks.

Despite the northern wind blowing in, sneaking up on them like thieves in the night, both young men paid no heed to it, both too lost in their own world to care. Jin broke the kiss, and brought his hands up to pull the white turtleneck that Kame was wearing off, and as soon as the offending piece of fabric was off, he wasted no time in leaning into his lover and making sure that not one patch of pale skin was left untouched.

Holding onto Jin’s shoulders with both hands, Kame tilted his head back, eyes closed, as he allowed Jin to do as he wish. Jin, however, was still careful not to leave too deep a mark on the other boy’s neck, because despite the fact that their tour was over, it just wouldn’t do if someone saw the marks and started asking questions.

Jin, despite what others say about him, still had some sense in him.

As he licked and sucked on the pulse point next to Kame’s collar bone, Jin was growing increasingly harder, much harder than he had ever been, and to top it all off, Kame was making sounds that were just so erotic and he was getting frustrated because why was he still clothed and the room getting so, so hot?

He stopped sucking on Kame’s neck and that earned him a confused look and then a pout from his lover. Smirking, he quickly worked to unbutton his own buttoned-down shirt, and Kame, knowing what Jin had in mind, swatted his hands away and popped the buttons with ease before pushing off, first, one side of the shirt, and then the other, all the while playfully touching and then teasing Jin’s nipples with his thumb, making them as hard as the other area on their owner’s body. And all this he did while looking at Jin through dark, hooded eyes, eyes which follow Jin’s every movement from the lolling of his head when Kame slowly caressed the skin on his side, to the soft hiss escaping his full lips when Kame flicked his nipple playfully.

With the cotton finally off him, Kame went to work on Jin’s belt buckle, and then his zipper, and then Jin found himself exposed fully to Kame’s eyes, and he swore then that nothing was a larger turn on than the look on Kame’s face as his pink tongue darted out, ever so briefly to wet his lips. The younger boy’s breath was much faster now as compared to when they had first stepped into the room, but even as he looked at Jin, the desire apparent in his eyes as he took in his lover in all his naked glory, there was no doubt a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Unsure of what, Jin wasn’t sure. But looking at his Kazuya like that, he was overcome with feelings, with love for this man standing in front of him, and he didn’t think of anything else as he pulled Kame into a tight embrace, closing his eyes as he planted a kiss on the other man’s forehead.

Kame, too, closed his eyes and savoured the moment, but he knew this was it, this was their night, their moment. And though unsure of what the path they were trudging on, he wanted this night to be special. And so he leant back from Jin and gently took him in his hand. Hearing Jin let out the soft moan, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lover’s lips before slowly kissing his way down Jin’s beautiful, slender neck, the wide expanse of his chest, not missing his sensitive nipples, and then downward still as he slowly went into a kneeling position. His warm, moist tongue trailed the path from his lover’s belly button, stopping for a moment to play with the bell button ring, and then slowly, almost too excruciatingly slowly, he licked his way down Jin’s length. Had he looked up at Jin at that precise moment, he would have seen the taller man furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, focusing on nothing but the sensation left behind by Kame’s tongue, and the sharp intake of breath as Kame finally reached the tip.

“Tease,” Kame could hear Jin whisper as he slowly ran his tongue up and down the hard length, and he smiled as he closed his eyes – he had a habit of doing that when he was concentrating really hard – and opened his mouth to take Jin in. It was a new feeling for him, to be filled by Jin like this, but he knew this was only the beginning. As Jin’s length filled his mouth, his tongue grazed the tip over and over, letting Kame have a taste of the salty liquid steadily coming out of it in trickles, and his hand which was not used to hold on to the back of Jin’s thigh went up to caress his lover’s testicles, and he heard, finally, Jin calling out his name in a strangled voice, over and over and over. Jin’s hands were on his head, tugging one moment, pushing the next, and he obliged the silent pleading and sucked hard on Jin, making him pant louder, faster, and he heard Jin pleading for more, more and then there was something, a liquid, filling his mouth and he told himself to swallow.

“Kazuya,” Jin called out, trying to catch his breath, both hands resting on Kame’s shoulders. Kame pulled away, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up. He knew then, that he would never again in his life see something as beautiful, as sensual, as Jin standing there, eyelids drooped, hair a tousled mess and sweat glistening on his bare chest. Looking at Jin like this reminded Kame of his own… problem, which was making him feel rather uncomfortable.

“Jin, I…” he trailed off, and Jin opened his eyes and smiled. He nodded before reaching down to scoop Kame up and over to the bed.

Jin knew just how to give Kame just the thing he wanted, and he promised himself that he was not to be called a man until he made his lover come so hard and scream his name so loud that his voice become hoarse the next day.

As soon as Kame’s back landed on the soft, cushiony mattress, their lips met again, tasting, sucking, mostly lips and not much tongue, which is chaste and ironic, though they were both too far gone to care.

But obviously, there was a much more important task at hand, wasn’t there? Jin pulled back and stared at Kame, and Kame stared back, fingers creeping up Jin’s hand slowly, while the other took Jin’s free hand and placed it on his waist band. And Jin, even though rather slow in quite a number of areas, could not be so slow as to not understand what the smaller boy trying to tell him.

A little while later, Kame’s pants and boxers were carelessly flung across the room, and Jin slowly kissed his way down Kame’s chest, his stomach, and finally down to his throbbing erection. He looked up at his lover one more time, flashed him a lopsided grin before taking all of him into his mouth, and Kame felt himself spiraling down a whole tandem of sensations. He had tried not to imagine what it would be like, their first time, before they actually had the chance to go this far, but even in his wildest dreams, he wouldn’t be able to imagine the feeling of Jin’s mouth on him, and the constant humming sound that Jin was making as he withdrew, almost completely, before engulfing him whole again. It was hot and sexy and oh-so-good and it was definitely driving him nuts.

And he made sure Jin knew this from the sounds that he was making.

But before he could fully show Jin how appreciative he was, Jin let go and looked up at him, causing Kame to pout royally.

Knowing how frustrated Kame was, Jin crept up beside him and whispered in his ear, “Don’t you worry, Kazuya. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

Before Kame could ask what he meant, Jin took out a small tube from the bedside drawers, uncapped it, and applied some on himself, the first touch causing him to hiss. Preparing both of them was quick, and even if Kame had felt a slight discomfort in the beginning, he knew he was ready. And all Jin needed was a nod from Kame before slipping slowly, smoothly into his lover.

“Jin… move. Please.”

And then they were doing just that. Moving in rhythm with each other, each trying to find a suitable pace, trying to see what felt most right. Before long, they let their instincts took over, and Kame was begging Jin to go faster, and Jin made sure Kame wasn’t left unattended, and it was all, to say the least, perfect.

Together, they stumbled over the edge, each calling the other’s name and saying nothing else. Jin was half lying on Kame, head on Kame’s chest and listening to the younger man’s rapid heartbeat. Both had their fingers on one hand intertwined, like two halves of a circle finally meeting each other. Completing each other.

“Jin?” Kame said finally in a soft voice.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t drink if you can’t.”

Jin rested his chin on Kame’s chest. “I wasn’t. Not much.”

“I know.”

“I love you, Kazuya.”

Kame smiled. “Love you, too.”

-Owari-

[Pin] - 1 Sentence Drabbles - PG to R

2006-12-14T17:24:55Z

Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: Pin
Genre: Angst, romance, fluff, I think I covered them all. Yeah, I'm cool like that.
Rating: Pg to R
Theme Set: Delta
Word Count: 1,997 words
Disclaimer: Let's try this again. NOT MINE. Stop rubbing it in, baka.

Author's Note: OMG. This took forever, seriously. Blame myself for embarking on this little project right before finals and so, it took almost a whole month to finish. But the important thing is that it's finally done! :D Spread the Pin love, yo! ♥~ Thanks to thoughtsofadrop, as always, for the beta-ing, and without whose constant ~~nagging~~ encouragement I would never have gotten this done XDDD

1. Air
With every caress, every whisper, Jin is that much closer to the edge, and he had to remind himself to breathe as he tumbles over the edge, the sound of Yamapi’s name exploding from his lips.

2. Apples
They say forbidden fruits taste the sweetest; in that case, Jin thought, Yamapi must be the most forbidden one of all.

3. Beginning
Their friendship marks the beginning of something special in their lives, but both Jin and Yamapi hope that it’ll end with something even better – their love.

4. Bugs
Yamapi keeps quiet whenever Jin jumps on him because “some creepy-looking, creature just popped out from under the couch!” because he can’t possibly let Jin know how much he loves being the manlier one in the relationship, can he?

5. Coffee
Jin stirs the dark-liquid absent-mindedly, unaware and not caring that it is getting cold because his mind is somewhere else, thinking of whether Yamapi has had his coffee, whether he remembers to clean up the machine after, when suddenly he realizes that Yamapi should still be sleeping in his apartment in Japan.

6. Dark
When the electricity got cut off all of a sudden, all Yamapi could feel in the darkness of the living room was Jin’s death grip on his arm, and though scared of the dark as he was, knowing that Jin was nearby made it much more bearable.

7. Despair
The feeling when he saw Jin and Kame kissing in the changing room was rather alien to Yamapi, but it felt very much like his heart shattering into a million pieces.

8. Doors
Yamapi thinks he has managed to open the door to Jin’s heart, but little does he know that there is only one person who holds the master key to the many barriers, and that person isn’t him.

9. Drink
“Can’t you just kiss it all better?” Jin asks with a pout as Yamapi hands him the bitter flu medicine, and grins widely as Yamapi bends over to plant a kiss on his forehead.

10. Duty
As much as he enjoys partying and meeting new people, Jin gracefully turns down the invitation, knowing he should concentrate on his studies and keep his promise to Yamapi to do well in school and get back as soon as possible.

11. Earth
“Since Jimmy said there is no such thing as “the King of the Earth”, can I just be the king of your heart?” Jin asked Yamapi, fluttering his eyelashes at the other boy, and Yamapi wanted to tell him that he was already the “Queen of his heart”.

12. End
This is not the end,, Yamapi tells himself as he sees the plane becoming smaller and smaller until it finally disappears, and flips open his cell phone to see the message from Jin which says, simply, “I love you, Pi.”

13. Fall
To say he fell would be an understatement, since when they first kissed, the feeling Jin got was one of pure comfort, of warmth and happiness, of home.

14. Fire
Every time Yamapi comes back from work looking tired, all he needs to reignite the fire within him is the sight of Jin in nothing but a pink frilly apron.

15. Flexible
Yamapi has always known Jin to be flexible on stage, and that was no surprise, but the way Jin arches off the bed as he climaxes, the way he turns his head to kiss Yamapi fiercely as he enters the older man from behind, those were nothing short of extraordinary.

16. Flying
There is such a thing as flying without wings, Yamapi found out, and to him, such a feeling came from waking up to the sight of Jin sleeping soundly and curled up next to him.

17. Food
There was a period of time when everyone thought Jin has been eating too much, but they didn’t know that the reason for his “prosperity” was love – simple, pure love from the one who matters most to him.

18. Foot
Yamapi knows how ticklish Jin is, so everytime his Bakanishi pouts at him, all he needs to do is to run a forefinger across the sole of his lover’s foot, and Jin would be at his mercy, giggling in a much too feminine way which never fails to turn him on.

19. Grave
Jin never thought the phrase “’Til death do us part” made any sense, but it wasn’t until he found Yamapi that he understood how a love could last forever, because he wanted theirs to.

20. Green
“I hate vegetables, Piiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Jin whines, and Yamapi reaches over to pick the greens out of Jin’s bento to dump them on his own, even though he hates them himself.

21. Head
Jin shudders and bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as Yamapi traces his tongue slowly and almost torturously up and down his member, but when he felt the warmth of his lover’s mouth surrounding him, it was all he could do not to scream.

22. Hollow
All the late night partying and multiple shots of vodka could never fill up the hollowness that Jin feels from being away from Yamapi.

23. Honor
It is a question of honor, of never going after your friend’s former lover, even if it kills Yamapi that he could never tell his best friend how much he loves him.

24. Hope
Jin struggles with his studies and almost gives up several times, but when he starts thinking it was going to be fruitless, he finds hope in knowing that he will be back in Japan soon, back with Yamapi where he belongs.

25. Light
“More, please,” Jin begs as Yamapi slams into him again and again, until finally he feels himself tumbling over the edge, as if he is made of light, and all he sees is white.

26. Lost
When Yamapi found Jin, he was as lost as a puppy, which was expected since they were all so young and had almost the weight of the world upon them, but lost as he was himself, Yamapi made himself a promise to protect the older boy, and maybe, just maybe, Jin would be the one to protect him in the future.

27. Metal
Yamapi says nothing as Jin storms into the room and slams his pinky ring down onto the table, but quietly, he moves in and hugs his best friend from behind, whispering words of consolation and encouragement into the other man’s ear and knowing this was the best he could offer.

28. New
Jin loves everything new – new car, new clothes, new jewelry – but when it came to love, he believes in someone who knows him inside out, and who could fulfill that role better than his own best friend?

29. Old
For weeks, Yamapi had to keep himself away from Jin, although it hurt him so much to do so, because he knew how much Jin needed to get used to them not being together anymore.

30. Peace
Jin is always the first one awake, and as he watches the sunlight dance quietly on his lover’s features, he realizes that he will never be able to find this kind of peacefulness anywhere else.

31. Poison
Even Ryo fails to come up with something lethal to say when he walks in on Yamapi and Jin obviously moaning, obviously enjoying themselves and obviously preferring to not be interrupted.

32. Pretty
Pretty is the word that Yamapi would use to describe Jin’s face as he smiles for the camera; Beautiful is the way he moves his hips, both on stage and in the bedroom.

33. Rain
Yamapi remembers the sound of the rain pelting against the window sill the first time they made love, because that, combined with the sound of Jin moaning his name, was like a thousand choirs singing a tune of love and happiness, one that will remain etched in his mind for a long time to come.

34. Regret
“Go do what you need to, and don’t regret it,” Yamapi tells Jin when he finds out about his plans, and Jin knows that is all the encouragement he needs to hear.

35. Roses
Jin would die before he admits to anyone that his favourite flower is the rose, but he knows he doesn’t mind Yamapi knowing when he comes home one day to find a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom.

36. Secret
It wasn’t easy to keep their relationship a secret from their friends, because every time he saw Jin doing his dance routine, all Yamapi wanted to do was to grab his lover and take him right there and then.

37. Snakes
“Your hair reminds me of snakes,” Jin says, giggling, and tries to convince Yamapi to let him dye it green.

38. Snow
There are a lot of things that Yamapi thinks about late at night, such as whether the snow in Los Angeles is as thick as it is in Japan, whether Jin has enough clothes to keep him warm, but most of all, he wonders if Jin thinks about him as much as he does.

39. Solid
Yamapi could only hope that what they have is as solid as he thinks it is, because the rumors about what Jin is doing are really starting to get to him.

40. Spring
“We’ll break the springs if we continue like this,” Yamapi says, trying to bring his heartbeat back to normal, and Jin grins that silly grin of his before replying, “We’ll just buy a new mattress then.”

41. Stable
Stable isn’t the word that Yamapi would use to describe Jin, not when he finds himself losing control every time he is around Jin.

42. Strange
Yamapi wonders if their love is strange whenever Jin calls him at 4am Tokyo time to whine that he craves his mother’s ramen and all he says in reply is, “Bakanishi, it’s 4am and you just woke me up, but I love you so can I go back to bed now?” before hanging up.

43. Summer
Jin is one of the very few people who loves summer most, because summer is warm, comforting and full of life, just like Yamapi.

44. Taboo
“Shh,” Yamapi says, silencing Jin with a gentle kiss as the other man began apologizing for burning dinner again, “Never say sorry for something like that; as long as I have you, nothing else matters, okay?”

45. Ugly
Yamapi never wanted it to turn out this way, but when Toma kept kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt, he made no attempt to push the other man away, although all he could think about was how lonely he felt, and how he wished it was Jin who was here with him.

46. War
The phone sits on the table top, as if taunting Yamapi, as he wages a war with himself on whether to call Jin and risk missing his lover even more after he hangs up.

47. Water
The sight of water trickling down Jin’s bare chest after a shower is always Yamapi’s undoing, and Jin knows this; which is why the first thing he does when he gets home is shower while waiting for Yamapi to arrive.

48. Welcome
Jin opens the door to his apartment after the long draining flight, half-expecting Yamapi to be waiting for him with champagnes and their group of friends; instead, what he gets is a lone, delighted looking Yamapi who pulls him into a tender hug, quietly and gently whispering “Okaeri” in his ear.

49. Winter
Yamapi had always hated winter, but this year it was going to be especially worse, he thought as he stared longingly at the framed photo of Jin and himself.

50. Wood
All of Yamapi’s frustrations and anger – at Jin for suggesting this stupid camping trip, at the mosquitoes which just can’t seem to keep themselves off him – evaporated the moment Jin saw him with the firewood and squealed in delight, “Oh Pi, I love you!” before kissing him soundly.

-Owari-

[JinDa] - Of All the Dreams in the World

2006-12-07T04:35:42Z

Title: Of All the Dreams in the World
Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: JinDa
Genre: Romance and fluff. LOTSA fluff :3
Rating: R (for sexual implications)
Word Count: 1,235 words
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. But I do love my boys and I want them to be happy, so at least in plot, I can make them happy ^^
Summary: Ueda never does think about doing anything more, about saying anything more to Jin than what was necessary. But if he doesn't say anything, would he ever find out how Jin feels in return?

Author's Note: My first fic after finals! This is the first one from my fic-request, and dedicated to thoughtsofadrop because she asked for JinDa without any Akame or JunDa (which I'm more prone to writing, I admit). I hope this is good :O

Neither of them could remember who spoke to whom first.

But details like these were unimportant, minute and insignificant. Something a little more essential was maybe the time when they had gotten closer. Jin would come over sometimes, and they would talk the night away, sometimes about his broken friendships, sometimes about work. Most of the time, though, Ueda would listen and continue pouring wine or juice or whatever it was they had chosen to have on that particular night, and nod at appropriate places. He never knew why Jin chose to come over when he could have easily dragged Yamapi or even Ryo for a fun night in town.

Only later, much later, did he realize that what Jin needed wasn’t loud and wild parties. Sometimes, all he needed was someone to listen. And Ueda, being Ueda, was only too willing to listen.

______________________

Ueda couldn’t remember why or how Jin had persuaded him to pair up with him for the dance routine. Most of the time, he would end up dancing with Junno, because their producers said their different styles contrasted and complemented each other’s perfectly. And Ueda wasn’t about to disagree. After all, he knew he wasn’t the best dancer in the group. His forte had always been song-writing. They could rely on Jin or even Kame in the dancing department.

But when Jin had come up to him and asked, all he remembered was nodding his head and then only realizing later in the day what it was that he had agreed to.

_______________________

Jin,

I’ve no idea how I’ll be able to do that routine with you without making you look like an idiot. Are you sure it’s a good idea?

- Ueda

*****

Tat-chan,

Just trust me, okay? You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.
We’ll practice tomorrow before the rest arrive.

- Jin

_______________________

“All you need to do is push back, lean forward and sway,” Jin instructed, putting both hands on Ueda’s hips. “Like this.” He slowly guided the smaller man’s hips in a fashion that looked much too familiar when done by Jin.

“Just like that? But what are you going to do?”

“Me? I’ll do this.” He pushed the back of his costume backwards and rolled his hips forward such that there was hardly any space between them, and then trailed his forefinger upwards.

If Ueda had felt uncomfortable then, he never did show or tell anyone.

______________________

The living room was a mess. Plastic containers containing take-outs and empty beer cans were scattered on the carpet, and Ueda had to force it into his alcohol-laden brain that that had to be sent for dry-cleaning soon, or his mother would nag the next time she visits.

“Tat-chan?” Jin’s voice sounded soft, but alert at the same time. How many cans had that boy had? Four? Five?

“Hmm?” Ueda continued staring at the can in front of him.

Jin set aside the can of beer he had been nursing and crawled towards the older man. “Why weren’t you there today?”

Ueda blinked twice and looked at his friend.

“The press conference. Why weren’t you there?”

“Oh… that… uhm…” was all he could get out before his mind went blank again. The silence was almost deafening. Ueda carefully replaced the can on the tabletop.

He cleared his throat and tried again. “I don’t know. You know I wouldn’t have felt comfortable being out there talking about you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like… a friend.”

There was a pause, and this time it was Jin who blinked back at Ueda. “Tat-chan…”

“Forget I said that. I think you’re drunk. You sleep on my bed. I’m fine with the couch,” Ueda said calmly and started to stand up, but was stopped by Jin’s firm grip on his wrist.

“Stop. Don’t go.” If there had been any trace of alcohol in his system, Jin’s voice betrayed no signs of it. “Stay.”

“But you’re the one who’s leaving,” Ueda’s voice was small, and his back was still facing Jin.

Jin's hand gave a slight tug, causing him to fall backwards, and the next thing he knew, Jin’s lips was on his, and he had to close his eyes because he was sure if he opened them, he would realize this was only a dream and nothing else. He was afraid that it would be like all those times before, when he would wake up and realize the Jin who told him that he liked him, too, was all in his dream, and he would have to be contented with the Jin who was only his best friend.

Only this time, it wasn’t like that. This time, he could feel Jin’s tongue asking for entrance, and he obliged willingly, allowing himself to taste the alcohol and tobacco and a taste that was distinctly Jin because he was sure no one would taste as sweet. And when Jin lazily swiped on his tongue, Ueda moaned quietly, one hand snaking up Jin’s torso and then musing with his long and messy hair.

He was unsure how long they stayed in that position, but it was Jin who finally pulled away and looked at Ueda with longing in his eyes, breathing heavy and lips bright pink and slightly swollen.

The older man didn’t know what to say, so he did the only thing that came naturally to him. He leaned up and caught Jin in an embrace. And unlike all those other times when he had hugged Jin to comfort the other man, this time it was to feel for himself, to assure himself that it was real, and that Jin was really here with him.

Jin, probably taken aback by the gesture, fell sideways onto the couch, pulling Ueda down with him, and then there was giggling (mostly Jin's), and suddenly they were kissing again, and Jin’s hands were all over and it made Ueda moan louder this time because Jin was touching him there. Sometime between their fall and the moment Ueda realized what was actually happening, their shirts were discarded, followed by Jin’s cargos and Ueda’s jeans and then they were kissing again as if making up for lost time.

“Jin…” Ueda managed out between wet, open-mouthed kisses. “There’s… the room.”

And it was all the encouragement Jin needed to pull Ueda up and into the bedroom.

______________________

Jin woke up first, and was about to stretch when he noticed that the comforter was a little thicker and more comfortable, and that there was a sleeping bundle beside him. Ueda’s dark hair peeked out from under the covers, and the way Ueda was sleeping was just like how Jin had always imagined him to - all serene and child-like.

He tugged the comforter downwards and stopped mid-cheek, just sufficient for him to gently touch the side of Ueda’s face while tugging his hair behind one ear.

Just then, Ueda stirred and opened an eye groggily. “Ohaiyou,” he said, smiling up at Jin.

“Ohaiyou,” Jin replied and planted a kiss on top of his head.

“Last night wasn’t a dream, was it? Because in my dream, you’d always leave after I tell you how I feel, and then I never got to see you again, but you’re still here now,” Ueda mumbled, eyes now closed. “But if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.”

“Neither do I, Tat-chan,” Jin replied, pulling Ueda closer to him. “Neither do I.”

-Owari-

[Junno-centric] - Hope - G

2006-11-18T04:37:05Z

Title: Hope
Author: rindiggfelt/redoranges
Pairing: None. Junno-centric, Junno/Koki friendship.
Genre: I tried making this a happy, hopeful fic. What genre is that? :O
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. But if they were, I would hope for them to be happy, just like Junno ^^
Summary: Junno recalls all the times he has seen his bandmates being united, happy, etc and tells himself there is hope.

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing from Junno's POV, so I hope it doesn't turn out too OOC. Also, this was a sort-of-challenge issued by tomosuki about a month and a half ago to write something other than Akame. She suggested Junno/Koki, so here you go ♥ (Unbeta-ed, yo.) I tried writing in the present tense, so if you spot any mistakes, do let me know :)

Hope

Every cloud has a silver lining. That is what Taguchi Junnosuke always believes in. He never lets anything bring him down, even when his bandmates are angry with him and hurl insults at him for his bad puns. Koki does that all the time.

Come to think of it, Koki’s probably the only one who does it all the time. But Junno takes it with a pinch of salt. He knows the older man doesn’t mean it.

It just wasn’t in Junno’s nature to think badly of anyone.

How could he? He had seen all their good sides. He had seen Kame pat everyone on the back after a hard day’s work and tells them he’s treating them to drinks. He had seen Jin playing with the kids on the 24-hr television programme they were on. He had seen Ueda sitting quietly, listening to everything Jin had to say when the younger male was frustrated with life, and then moving in to put an arm around him. He had seen Maru’s attempts (sometimes not-so-successful, but they’re attempts nonetheless) at cheering everyone up by trying to beat-box and tell a joke at the same time.

And Koki. How could he forget Koki. Koki, who quietly encourages everyone through his silent gestures and thoughtful actions. Koki who, despite having overturned a table on him, sometimes offers to take him out to supper after a particularly taxing day when Junno’s dance routines don’t go as expected.

He believes there is hope for the band. That was why he didn’t mourn or get upset when Jin told them he was going off to study. He believes Jin will come back and the group will be whole again. Until then, he promises himself to work hard and keep the group together. Puns might not work as well with the group, but everyone could do better with some positive energy, no?

That promise was sealed when he found out about Jin and Kame’s conversation. If even those two have started rebuilding their friendship to more than just their usual “hi-bye” exchange, then everything will be fine.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Koki walk into the dressing room. “Ohaiyo,” he calls out cheerfully, walking over to his band mate.

“Ohayou, Taguchi. You’re early,” Koki says, giving him a tired but earnest smile. Just then, Koki’s stomach makes a low rumbling noise.

“Haven’t had breakfast, have you?” Another sunshiney smile, and then Junno reaches over to pat Koki’s head. “C’mon. Let’s go grab some breakfast. My treat.”

Normally, Koki would scold Junno for patting his head like that. Rubbing, like what Kame does, is fine. Not patting.

But today, Koki says nothing. He merely smiles again, and then nods at Junno’s suggestion. “You’re on. Let’s go.”

Linking arms, they walk out of the building towards the coffee place across the street.

It will all be alright, Junno tells himself. It has to be.

-Owari-