[fic] Strike a Chord
Title: Strike a Chord
Author: poppedeggplant
Pairing: akame
Rating: PG
Genre: romance, fluff, humour
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys
Summary: Kame thinks Jin is insane. But it doesn’t matter because Kame’s probably just as mad as he is.
A/N: Just a light happy drabble I came up with while being super bored. Enjoy ^^
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Rough callused fingers brush steadily against the neck of his guitar as he contemplates possible chords to begin with. He worries his bottom lip as he pauses for a moment longer, before pressing the pads of his fingers against strings confidently.
He strums a C, an E minor, a G and proceeds into a complex chord progression you could not keep up with. He hums a soft tune and you look up from where you had been observing long, slender fingers dancing on strings to find his eyes boring into yours.
His song reaches into an unpredictable crescendo and you tense visibly. Jin’s a lot like his music, you note. Completely and utterly aleatory. Always following his senses, his feelings and rarely following what he thinks. And you’re just there, tagging along, always accompanying Jin in all his brilliant insanity and everything it entails, consequences included. Since you’re still there next to him, you figure you must be slightly maniacal too.
A hearty laugh reverberates in the room and you see him smiling gleefully, as if the chord he had just played amuses him so. You stare at him, unblinking for a short moment, before you join him in his mirth.
We are most definitely completely and utterly aleatory, you think to yourself as an amused grin plays at your lips. You gently remove his left hand from the guitar’s neck and replace it with your own.
“Kame,” he drawls out amiably, and giggles when you mess up your fingering momentarily. You let out a small tch and correct yourself quickly, while using your other hand to punch his shoulder playfully in mock irritation. He holds your fist in his free hand and pulls you into a soft kiss, all the while keeping up his strumming pattern. He releases your lips but keeps you close and lets out another giggle.
“Crazy,” you mumble against his lips and turn back to focusing on the song.
Our song.
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And together, we play our beautifully demented song.
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A/N2: Hope you liked it 8) I was writing this while listening to some of Imogen Heap’s songs. I only got to know about her recently and I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot because she is jdsahglas too amazing for words.
A/N3: And as usual, comments are loved <3