fic for kizuna_exchange
Title: Here's Looking At You, Kid
Author: acchikocchi
Pairing: Akame
Word count: ~1,000 words
Rating: PG
Genre/Warnings: Shameless silly fluff.
Notes: For everyone on kizuna_exchange, especially pithetaphish. :)
Summary: Some things never change.
okay if i come over, the text says, and Kame can't really think of anything to answer other than Of course.
This is what Jin does these days, shows up out of the blue and expects company, strictly when and where he feels like it. Kame's almost used to it; it would be too awkward to ask why or when, so he never does. It's just that usually the message is to meet Jin at a restaurant, or a bar -- or on one highly memorable and never to be repeated occasion, karaoke -- never at his own place, or at Kame's.
Outside it's pouring rain, so Kame fetches Jin a towel and then, as Jin dries his hair, a drink. "How was filming?" he asks.
Jin's voice is muffled. "It rained. A lot."
"In... Budapest?"
"Mm." Jin reemerges from beneath the towel. He's let his hair grow again, for the film, and dyed it black. There's a slightly uncomfortable moment of silence -- they still haven't gotten around those.
"So," Kame says to break it, wincing a little at the sound of his own voice. "Did you..." He's not really sure how he's going to end the sentence, and trails off.
Jin shrugs. "I thought, you know. We could watch a movie or something."
"Uh," Kame says intelligently, "um, sure. If you want. Why not." He looks from the hall, to Jin, back to hall; starts to move and stops himself. "Just... this way."
Jin follows him to the living room. It's a nice apartment, if Kame does say so himself; even so, he can't help secretly wondering -- worrying -- what it looks like to Jin's appraising eyes.
His DVDs are shelved geographically by country of origin and alphabetically by title. He gives them a quick and slightly desperate glance. "Um, how about..." Their tastes have never been alike, but Jin likes American things. "Casablanca?"
There's a moment of silence, then Jin says, "What?"
Kame's mouth drops open. "You know, with the Nazis and the American cafe and... don't tell me you've never seen Casablanca."
Jin's face is blank.
Kame can't believe he's hearing this. "You can't be in a Hollywood movie and not have seen Casablanca," he says. "It's. Against the rules. It has to be."
"Why not?" Jin says.
"It's a classic. An American classic."
Jin looks skeptical. "It can't be a classic if I haven't heard of it."
Kame's too caught up in righteous indignation to feel awkward as they settle on the couch. "Okay," he says, "name one classic American film."
"Top Gun," Jin says promptly. "Rush Hour. A Few Good Men. American Gangster."
"You have got to be kidding me," says Kame.
Jin points directly at him and says in English, "You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!"
"I have no idea what you're saying," Kame lies, because he knows that entire scene by heart.
"You're a nerd and an elitist," Jin informs him.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
Kame kicks at Jin's calf half-heartedly. Jin sticks out his tongue. Kame makes a truly ridiculous face. For a minute Jin looks like he might be about to laugh at him rather than with him -- then he bursts into the kind of high-pitched laughter he would refuse to call a giggle. Kame's stupid, stupid smile won't stay repressed; he's too pleased, like he always has been, when he can make Jin laugh.
"You are still such a loser, Kamenashi," Jin says.
"Look who's talking," Kame says. "Rush Hour. I mean. Really?"
"Okay," Jin says over him, "you know what, because I'm so generous I'll watch this movie since you love it so much or whatever. But if it sucks I'm blaming you."
"Fine," Kame says. "Next time we'll watch one of your stupid American 'classics'. Then we'll see."
It's only once the words are out of his mouth that he realizes what he's said, without thinking. Next time.
Jin's very still for a moment, then his shoulders relax. "Sure," he says. "Okay."
"I mean," Kame says. "If you want. You don't have to or anything."
"Shut up, Kamenashi," Jin says. He looks at Kame sideways, and the beginnings of a familiar smug grin began to spread across his face, creasing the corners of his eyes. Before Kame can figure out why, Jin leans over, just far enough to throw an arm around Kame's shoulders, and says, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
For a minute, Kame doesn't understand; then he freezes, and feels himself begin to flush. There's a funny, tight prickling in his chest and throat. Before he can stop himself, he mutters, "It's not the beginning."
"What's that?" Jin says, exaggeratedly cupping his free hand around one ear.
"I said," Kame says, eyes straight ahead, "it's not the beginning."
Jin's quiet for a minute. Then he squeezes Kame's shoulders, a little awkwardly.
"Yeah," he says. "I know."
Author: acchikocchi
Pairing: Akame
Word count: ~1,000 words
Rating: PG
Genre/Warnings: Shameless silly fluff.
Notes: For everyone on kizuna_exchange, especially pithetaphish. :)
Summary: Some things never change.
okay if i come over, the text says, and Kame can't really think of anything to answer other than Of course.
This is what Jin does these days, shows up out of the blue and expects company, strictly when and where he feels like it. Kame's almost used to it; it would be too awkward to ask why or when, so he never does. It's just that usually the message is to meet Jin at a restaurant, or a bar -- or on one highly memorable and never to be repeated occasion, karaoke -- never at his own place, or at Kame's.
Outside it's pouring rain, so Kame fetches Jin a towel and then, as Jin dries his hair, a drink. "How was filming?" he asks.
Jin's voice is muffled. "It rained. A lot."
"In... Budapest?"
"Mm." Jin reemerges from beneath the towel. He's let his hair grow again, for the film, and dyed it black. There's a slightly uncomfortable moment of silence -- they still haven't gotten around those.
"So," Kame says to break it, wincing a little at the sound of his own voice. "Did you..." He's not really sure how he's going to end the sentence, and trails off.
Jin shrugs. "I thought, you know. We could watch a movie or something."
"Uh," Kame says intelligently, "um, sure. If you want. Why not." He looks from the hall, to Jin, back to hall; starts to move and stops himself. "Just... this way."
Jin follows him to the living room. It's a nice apartment, if Kame does say so himself; even so, he can't help secretly wondering -- worrying -- what it looks like to Jin's appraising eyes.
His DVDs are shelved geographically by country of origin and alphabetically by title. He gives them a quick and slightly desperate glance. "Um, how about..." Their tastes have never been alike, but Jin likes American things. "Casablanca?"
There's a moment of silence, then Jin says, "What?"
Kame's mouth drops open. "You know, with the Nazis and the American cafe and... don't tell me you've never seen Casablanca."
Jin's face is blank.
Kame can't believe he's hearing this. "You can't be in a Hollywood movie and not have seen Casablanca," he says. "It's. Against the rules. It has to be."
"Why not?" Jin says.
"It's a classic. An American classic."
Jin looks skeptical. "It can't be a classic if I haven't heard of it."
Kame's too caught up in righteous indignation to feel awkward as they settle on the couch. "Okay," he says, "name one classic American film."
"Top Gun," Jin says promptly. "Rush Hour. A Few Good Men. American Gangster."
"You have got to be kidding me," says Kame.
Jin points directly at him and says in English, "You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!"
"I have no idea what you're saying," Kame lies, because he knows that entire scene by heart.
"You're a nerd and an elitist," Jin informs him.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
Kame kicks at Jin's calf half-heartedly. Jin sticks out his tongue. Kame makes a truly ridiculous face. For a minute Jin looks like he might be about to laugh at him rather than with him -- then he bursts into the kind of high-pitched laughter he would refuse to call a giggle. Kame's stupid, stupid smile won't stay repressed; he's too pleased, like he always has been, when he can make Jin laugh.
"You are still such a loser, Kamenashi," Jin says.
"Look who's talking," Kame says. "Rush Hour. I mean. Really?"
"Okay," Jin says over him, "you know what, because I'm so generous I'll watch this movie since you love it so much or whatever. But if it sucks I'm blaming you."
"Fine," Kame says. "Next time we'll watch one of your stupid American 'classics'. Then we'll see."
It's only once the words are out of his mouth that he realizes what he's said, without thinking. Next time.
Jin's very still for a moment, then his shoulders relax. "Sure," he says. "Okay."
"I mean," Kame says. "If you want. You don't have to or anything."
"Shut up, Kamenashi," Jin says. He looks at Kame sideways, and the beginnings of a familiar smug grin began to spread across his face, creasing the corners of his eyes. Before Kame can figure out why, Jin leans over, just far enough to throw an arm around Kame's shoulders, and says, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
For a minute, Kame doesn't understand; then he freezes, and feels himself begin to flush. There's a funny, tight prickling in his chest and throat. Before he can stop himself, he mutters, "It's not the beginning."
"What's that?" Jin says, exaggeratedly cupping his free hand around one ear.
"I said," Kame says, eyes straight ahead, "it's not the beginning."
Jin's quiet for a minute. Then he squeezes Kame's shoulders, a little awkwardly.
"Yeah," he says. "I know."