(multi-chapter) second chances - chapter five

[a_soft_embrace]

Title: Second Chances
Author: fingeredheart
Pairing: Akame, Kame x OC (friendship), Pin (friendship), hint of Kame x Yamapi (past)
Genre: Romance, friendship, angst, drama, AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer(s): Nothing's mine except the plot.
Summary: “Because,” Kame breathes out, face pale, lips drawing together into a line (he suddenly looks tired, Jin thinks,

Comments

[dorayaki_chan]

gyaaaaaaaaaa i don't mind to have broken arm or broken leg if kame chan and ryo chan were my doctor ha ha ha

[bellemainec]

lovely lovely lovely chapter. Loved the softness of the meeting between Jin and his father, and teh conversation at the table between Jin and Kame. I am really liking this fic.

[eragon22]

I am in no way coherent and should be studying for my tests, featuring the digestive system and the development of fetuses, so don´t expect a very normal comment from me? :D

I have been following the story all the time though, I just never found the energy within me to spend a minute and write a comment. So sorry T_T

Kame´s and Jin´s relationship seems really interesting and I am hoping for future development XD

And that´s about everything i have to say fic wise :O I miss you and life is being a bitch buy never forget that ilusm? :)

*huggles*

[akamaru07]

Next chapter please! XD

8D

I second somebody's comment above, let the romancing begin! LOL. Might become complicated though. What with Kame's unsettled 'business' with Pi.

Thank you for updating! This made my day :)

[arenieceida]

You know what? I love you. I love you for the things you write. And I love you for the way you write them. And I just noticed that I don't have this journal on my F-list. Such fail. I'll remedy that immediately.

This fic kind of hit too near to home. So I think that's why you had me crying as I read this great line. Kind of exactly like how the next paragraph describe it.

(Sorry is not enough, he tells himself, has been telling himself for the past years. Sorry can’t be enough.)

The heat brims over in his eyes, in the clog that forms in his throat, the overwhelming, shuddering sensation that rises up inside of him. There’s a wetness at the corners, drops that trickle down to leave burning paths down his cheeks, dripping onto the fabric of his scarf and soaking into the threads, into the pain of who he once was.

And I love how their relationship is growing. A warmth that is careful and soft, as you wrote in the previous chapter. Beautiful work. But then yours almost always are. ♥♥