one hundred and sixty seven
Title: one hundred and sixty seven
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Quiet World, Jeffrey McDaniel
A/N: betaed by shuu-cream
The agency announces it like it is the most natural thing ever. They are handed circulars printed on white paper with bold black letters, announcing that in order to better preserve their voices for recordings and live concerts, each of them will only be allowed one hundred and sixty seven words per day for anything not relating to work.
It seems like a stupid measure, and it takes them time to adapt at first. Jin always manages to waste his words just chatting over the phone to friends, and then he is left frustrated for the rest of the day, reduced to pointing to things and sulking about it. Kazuya is a popular man, and he is too polite not to greet people when he meets them in the corridors or in the streets, so he always wastes his words quickly. Sometimes he uses them up just talking to his dogs, and Jin can’t help but feel offended.
With time, Jin learns that he is unable to stop talking too much all the time and that he will never manage to avoid using his words way too fast, but he puts all his care into saving three words - he counts every word in every sentence he says to makes sure he will have if only three words left. Kazuya realizes a simple nod of his head is enough greeting, but sometimes he still uses all his words with his dogs - only now Jin has grown to think it is a little bit cute.
When night finally arrives and they are both at home, they have dinner in silence; they look into each other’s eyes and smile over the clattering of cutlery against the plates. They curl up together on the couch, but they leave the tv off, because everything is so silent that Jin can almost hear their hearts beating together, and Kazuya wonders why has he never realized Jin’s breath could be so deep and soothing.
Sometimes they make love, slowly and silently because they don’t have any more words to shout in a fit of passion and all they can afford are little moans and sighs, but that’s fine because every breath seems magnified by the silence, seems to bring them closer and higher into the exhilarating pleasure.
Sometimes, though, they just lie naked in bed together, resting on their sides face to face, and touch each other’s bodies. They let their hands roam free over the warm skin to discover new marks and textures and feelings, to try to convey with innocent caresses all the words they cannot say. They just lie together listening to each other’s breath, and on the rare occasion Kazuya has some words left he kisses Jin’s lips and says his name again and again, and Jin, who has wasted one hundred and sixty four words during the day, never forgets to whisper ‘I love you’ into his lover’s ear.
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Quiet World, Jeffrey McDaniel
A/N: betaed by shuu-cream
The agency announces it like it is the most natural thing ever. They are handed circulars printed on white paper with bold black letters, announcing that in order to better preserve their voices for recordings and live concerts, each of them will only be allowed one hundred and sixty seven words per day for anything not relating to work.
It seems like a stupid measure, and it takes them time to adapt at first. Jin always manages to waste his words just chatting over the phone to friends, and then he is left frustrated for the rest of the day, reduced to pointing to things and sulking about it. Kazuya is a popular man, and he is too polite not to greet people when he meets them in the corridors or in the streets, so he always wastes his words quickly. Sometimes he uses them up just talking to his dogs, and Jin can’t help but feel offended.
With time, Jin learns that he is unable to stop talking too much all the time and that he will never manage to avoid using his words way too fast, but he puts all his care into saving three words - he counts every word in every sentence he says to makes sure he will have if only three words left. Kazuya realizes a simple nod of his head is enough greeting, but sometimes he still uses all his words with his dogs - only now Jin has grown to think it is a little bit cute.
When night finally arrives and they are both at home, they have dinner in silence; they look into each other’s eyes and smile over the clattering of cutlery against the plates. They curl up together on the couch, but they leave the tv off, because everything is so silent that Jin can almost hear their hearts beating together, and Kazuya wonders why has he never realized Jin’s breath could be so deep and soothing.
Sometimes they make love, slowly and silently because they don’t have any more words to shout in a fit of passion and all they can afford are little moans and sighs, but that’s fine because every breath seems magnified by the silence, seems to bring them closer and higher into the exhilarating pleasure.
Sometimes, though, they just lie naked in bed together, resting on their sides face to face, and touch each other’s bodies. They let their hands roam free over the warm skin to discover new marks and textures and feelings, to try to convey with innocent caresses all the words they cannot say. They just lie together listening to each other’s breath, and on the rare occasion Kazuya has some words left he kisses Jin’s lips and says his name again and again, and Jin, who has wasted one hundred and sixty four words during the day, never forgets to whisper ‘I love you’ into his lover’s ear.