Drabble | Fucking perfect | Requested
Title: Fucking Perfect
Author: kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by: lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for: mf92
Author comments: Inspirited by song Fucking Perfect by P!nk
Holding his right hand on his left one, Kazuya looked around. He was trembling and the blood dripped from his knuckles. He did it again. He got into a fight. Well, at least the guy went done with only three punches and he didn’t get a chance to hit Kazuya, but his hand was full of blood and swollen.
He sat on the bus stop, taking his phone. Kazuya dialled a number very familiar to him. It wasn’t easy, as it was cold as fuck and his hands were trembling. The alcohol in his blood didn’t really help either. His friend was the only one who could really help him when it comes to moments like this. Even though he didn’t know what his friend could actually do right now. “Koki?”
“Kazuya?” he sounded kind of worried. And Kazuya knew he shouldn’t have called. “Are you okay?” Kazuya heard him asking and when Kazuya told he was fine, the tone of his friends changed. “Are you aware it’s four in the morning?” the other line mumbled, and Kazuya knew he was going to get a nag tomorrow. It wasn’t the first time he called but Koki had other problems, his wife was pregnant and he just got promoted so he was working his ass off, and what was Kazuya doing? Nothing. Drinking his ass off, fucking strangers, getting into fights. He had to get a grip of himself.
Kazuya nodded against the phone without actually realizing Koki wouldn’t see it. He gave a quick glance at the man who walked into the same bus stop, talking on the phone. The man looked at Kazuya, before looking the view, in case the bus would come. “I got into a fight.” Kazuya moved his focus back to Koki.
He gave another glance at the man. The guy didn’t seem to be drunk or anything, but he had the scent of alcohol and cigarette on him. He had brown messy hair and he was wearing black hoodie with loose jeans. His hoodie showed a lot of skin around his chest which told Kazuya he wasn’t wearing anything under it. That could mean only one thing; he had just left some place in a hurry, leaving his shirt behind.
“Again?” Kazuya heard Koki sighing on the phone. “Do you need a ride?”
As it was cold, Kazuya was shivering a little. He let out soft sniffs every once in awhile, and Kazuya was starting to get sleepy. He was wearing only leather jacket and pair of jeans. “No, I can go by bus.” Kazuya said then, thinking the ride would actually be pretty god damn fantastic. He sighed on the phone because of his own stupid decision noticing the man sitting next to him. “Wanna grab some coffee tomorrow?” he asked then, trying not to focus on the cologne of the man, it was one of his favourites and it drove him crazy. Suddenly Kazuya felt the guy taking his hand, the bloody one. “I-” he looked at the guy with a pure shock upon his face. For awhile he didn’t say anything, and he wasn’t sure if Koki was still talking or not cause his full attention was now on the man. “I’ll call you later.” Kazuya said before hanging up. But the eyes never moved from the guy.
He looked at Kazuya straight in the eyes. “Are you cold?” he said, moving his gaze in Kazuya’s bloody hand which he was holding. Kazuya couldn’t say anything. There was something in the man’s eyes. Slowly he shook his head. He was freezing, why was he lying? With a smile, the guy rubbed gently his hands on Kazuya’s. “Does it hurt?” he spoke softly. Both of them looked at their hands. Kazuya shook his head slightly again. It didn’t really hurt. It was more like a sting. And because of the amount of alcohol he took, he didn’t even feel half of the pain. “What happened?”
Kazuya explained what happened, stealing quick glances at the man every once in awhile. “..a-and now I’m here.” he didn’t know why, but Kazuya had such troubles talking to this guy. He had troubles even looking at him directly in the eyes. “Thank you.” he ended up saying, not looking the man.
Kazuya never noticed it, but the man smiled at him, ready to say something back at him, but was interrupted. “Jin, come on, the bus is here!” Kazuya heard someone yelling. The man next to him let go and stood up.
“I have to go.” He smiled to Kazuya one more time. He looked at him for awhile, getting Kazuya’s focus concentrated on him. “It was a pleasure meeting you.” the guy spoke out before walking away.
THE END
Author Notes:
This has actually happened to me! I got into a fight, and my hand was covered with blood and when I was waiting my bus this amazingly handsome guy, a little older than me sat next to me, took my hand and said pretty much everything Jin is saying here expect he never asked what happened. I was pretty speechless, seriously.
Gonna be off helping my friend for the next couple of days so I will answer your comments a bit late, but hope you all enjoy anyway! My friend had a small accident and now her hand is plastered and she can’t do anything on her own so I’m helping her out, making her something to eat, helping her shower and such! I’ll be there only couple of days, probably be back Friday or Saturday!
Author: kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by: lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for: mf92
Author comments: Inspirited by song Fucking Perfect by P!nk
Holding his right hand on his left one, Kazuya looked around. He was trembling and the blood dripped from his knuckles. He did it again. He got into a fight. Well, at least the guy went done with only three punches and he didn’t get a chance to hit Kazuya, but his hand was full of blood and swollen.
He sat on the bus stop, taking his phone. Kazuya dialled a number very familiar to him. It wasn’t easy, as it was cold as fuck and his hands were trembling. The alcohol in his blood didn’t really help either. His friend was the only one who could really help him when it comes to moments like this. Even though he didn’t know what his friend could actually do right now. “Koki?”
“Kazuya?” he sounded kind of worried. And Kazuya knew he shouldn’t have called. “Are you okay?” Kazuya heard him asking and when Kazuya told he was fine, the tone of his friends changed. “Are you aware it’s four in the morning?” the other line mumbled, and Kazuya knew he was going to get a nag tomorrow. It wasn’t the first time he called but Koki had other problems, his wife was pregnant and he just got promoted so he was working his ass off, and what was Kazuya doing? Nothing. Drinking his ass off, fucking strangers, getting into fights. He had to get a grip of himself.
Kazuya nodded against the phone without actually realizing Koki wouldn’t see it. He gave a quick glance at the man who walked into the same bus stop, talking on the phone. The man looked at Kazuya, before looking the view, in case the bus would come. “I got into a fight.” Kazuya moved his focus back to Koki.
He gave another glance at the man. The guy didn’t seem to be drunk or anything, but he had the scent of alcohol and cigarette on him. He had brown messy hair and he was wearing black hoodie with loose jeans. His hoodie showed a lot of skin around his chest which told Kazuya he wasn’t wearing anything under it. That could mean only one thing; he had just left some place in a hurry, leaving his shirt behind.
“Again?” Kazuya heard Koki sighing on the phone. “Do you need a ride?”
As it was cold, Kazuya was shivering a little. He let out soft sniffs every once in awhile, and Kazuya was starting to get sleepy. He was wearing only leather jacket and pair of jeans. “No, I can go by bus.” Kazuya said then, thinking the ride would actually be pretty god damn fantastic. He sighed on the phone because of his own stupid decision noticing the man sitting next to him. “Wanna grab some coffee tomorrow?” he asked then, trying not to focus on the cologne of the man, it was one of his favourites and it drove him crazy. Suddenly Kazuya felt the guy taking his hand, the bloody one. “I-” he looked at the guy with a pure shock upon his face. For awhile he didn’t say anything, and he wasn’t sure if Koki was still talking or not cause his full attention was now on the man. “I’ll call you later.” Kazuya said before hanging up. But the eyes never moved from the guy.
He looked at Kazuya straight in the eyes. “Are you cold?” he said, moving his gaze in Kazuya’s bloody hand which he was holding. Kazuya couldn’t say anything. There was something in the man’s eyes. Slowly he shook his head. He was freezing, why was he lying? With a smile, the guy rubbed gently his hands on Kazuya’s. “Does it hurt?” he spoke softly. Both of them looked at their hands. Kazuya shook his head slightly again. It didn’t really hurt. It was more like a sting. And because of the amount of alcohol he took, he didn’t even feel half of the pain. “What happened?”
Kazuya explained what happened, stealing quick glances at the man every once in awhile. “..a-and now I’m here.” he didn’t know why, but Kazuya had such troubles talking to this guy. He had troubles even looking at him directly in the eyes. “Thank you.” he ended up saying, not looking the man.
Kazuya never noticed it, but the man smiled at him, ready to say something back at him, but was interrupted. “Jin, come on, the bus is here!” Kazuya heard someone yelling. The man next to him let go and stood up.
“I have to go.” He smiled to Kazuya one more time. He looked at him for awhile, getting Kazuya’s focus concentrated on him. “It was a pleasure meeting you.” the guy spoke out before walking away.
THE END
Author Notes:
This has actually happened to me! I got into a fight, and my hand was covered with blood and when I was waiting my bus this amazingly handsome guy, a little older than me sat next to me, took my hand and said pretty much everything Jin is saying here expect he never asked what happened. I was pretty speechless, seriously.
Gonna be off helping my friend for the next couple of days so I will answer your comments a bit late, but hope you all enjoy anyway! My friend had a small accident and now her hand is plastered and she can’t do anything on her own so I’m helping her out, making her something to eat, helping her shower and such! I’ll be there only couple of days, probably be back Friday or Saturday!