[fic] The Things We Can't Control - Chapter 03 ~Kame's Kizuna~
Title: The Things We Can't Control
Author:
prettyorianna
Pairing: Akame. Others to be added later.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: crime drama au
Beta by: my cat Gemma. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary: Two criminals with vastly different styles meet by chance one day. Can they work together or will they end up destroying each other?
Author's Note: More Kame and Jin. Okay, yeah, I know I was supposed to update Uppity Pirates first, but I got kind of upset earlier and that's not really conducive to writing UP. So you get this instead. It's not long but that's okay. I'll have another one for you soon.
Warning: This gets graphic often occasionally, containing at the very least foul language, character death, nefarious crimes, rape, etc etc.
The Master Posts:
On my journal - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_ Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the je_kamenashi Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the kattun_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the jin_fics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
Chapter 03 ~Kame's Kizuna~
When Tegoshi Yuya tried to hand him a plate of food, Kame just shook his head. “Give it to someone who needs it more. I’ll be fine for a day.”
“That’s what you said yesterday,” his friend said, pushing the plate at him again. “Don’t make me shove it down your throat, tray and all.”
“Okay, mother…” With a small laugh, Kame asked affectionately, “Remind me why I keep you around?”
“Who else would watch over you? Look, Kame, I know you feel bad about how you got here in the first place but you’re not doing yourself or us any good by forgetting to take care of yourself while you’re so busy caring for everyone else. Sometimes it’s good to be a little selfish.”
Kame frowned. Not that Yuya was wrong exactly, but…
“Oi, Kame!” came a loud voice from behind him.
Turning, Kame saw three men walking over: Koyama Keiichiro, Masuda Takahisa, and Kato Shigeaki. All three of them were smiling. An overwhelming sense of relief washed through Kame; he was losing tension he hadn’t realized he carried. Smiling meant things went well, right?
“Please tell me today wasn’t a total bust.”
From Koyama, the oldest of the three, “No luck at the bank?”
“Oh, god, Koki’s not in jail, is he?” asked Shige, frowning and glancing around.
Setting his still-untouched plate of food down distractedly, Kame shook his head. “No, Koki’s fine. We both are. No, game got called on account of Stupid.”
“Stupid?” Koyama asked.
Sighing, Kame responded, “Some guy named Jin. He’s in the office. I don’t really know what to do about him, yet.”
From behind him came Yuya’s incensed voice, “Hey, hands off, Massu! That’s Kame’s plate!”
And when he turned, he saw Massu scratching the back of his head embarrassedly, muttering, “How was I supposed to know? It just looked so good…” but he still didn’t lose the smile.
“Damn it, Yuya; if he’s that hungry just let him have it!” Kame exclaimed mock-grumpily. “I promise I’ll eat tomorrow. Anyway, how did it go at the jewelry store?” He turned back to Shige and Koyama.
“Cash-wise? Looks to be only about three hundred dollars, unfortunately. But we did get a whole mess of jewelry. Massu’s got it on him,” Koyama said.
Still, even three hundred dollars would help. They were almost out of food, out of bullets, out of medical supplies… Well, it was still pretty early in the afternoon. Probably would be good to get the jewelry over to the fence.
“Nee, Massu? When you’re done eating my food, take Yuya and head down to Junno’s, okay? Then swing by the grocers on third street. He said he couldn’t afford a donation this week but he could afford to discount a little.”
“Sure thing, Kame.”
Well, the day wasn’t a total bust after all. They’d make do. They always managed to make do.
And the whores and panhandlers under their protection chipped in whatever they could - admittedly not much, but they still tried because Kame and the rest of Kizuna treated them with respect. And the grocers in the area usually gave the gang a discount on food or sometimes free donations because they kept out the other gangs and the drug dealers and didn’t rob them.
Oh, not that they don’t rob businesses, because they did. Jewelry stores, yes, but also gas stations, convenience stores, pawn shops, armored cars… They even robbed grocery stores (though not the ones around the church). And it wasn’t like their hands were blood-free, either. At the end of the day, they were a gang like any other. Kame himself had killed people before. You do what you have to in order to survive. The only difference between Kizuna and the other gangs was that Kizuna gave back whereas the other gangs only took and took. Even so, Kame couldn’t blame them. Living on the street for so long, sometimes you…
No. He didn’t want to think about such things right now. Right now, he had to deal with the man who had ruined his morning.
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The tiny office actually looked more like a bedroom than an office, but barely. There was a sleeping mat, a small desk, a wall cabinet above the sleeping mat. Not a very inviting place, but it was still worlds better than his own home.
Or, should he say, his lack of home. Most recently, he’d been squatting in the abandoned hotel on the corner of 32th and Pearl Street. Jin was going to have to find a better place soon, though; rumor was the place had been bought and was going to be renovated.
Ah, well. He’d found one place; he could find another. He’d done it before, many times.
A lot of people looked down on him because of how he lived. And it was true that he didn’t have much. He didn’t have a home. He didn’t have a family. He usually managed to come up with money for food though sometimes he went hungry. Was it perfect? No. But he was free. He made his own choices and he lived with the consequences.
At least, until now.
Now it wasn’t just him suffering the consequences of his actions.
See, he’d convinced his best friend to run away. He got so tired of seeing his friend hurt, of bruises that his pimp and customers left on him.
Only somehow, the pimp caught up with them after a couple days. Jin wasn’t sure how; it wasn’t like he broadcast what they were doing or where they were staying. His friend didn’t turn in a resignation letter or anything; he just moved into the abandoned hotel with Jin and stopped working the street.
But that damn one-eyed bastard found them. And now Jin had a choice. He could bring the man $40,000 by Friday or he could come work for him as a whore for… well, the rest of forever or until he’d earned him the money. Whichever came first. Otherwise his friend was dead. No arguments. Just the money, a lifetime of sexual slavery, or a dead friend.
And with his failed bank robbery, Jin was fast running out of options.
For all he knew, his friend was already dead. He’d tried to find him, but nobody on the streets he worked had seen him since…
No.
No, he had to believe his friend was alive somewhere. He had to believe he could save him!
Damn, he was crying again. Such a manly man, huh? At least nobody was around to see.
God, what was he going to do? How was he going to fix this? It was all his fault!
With a frustrated roar, he kicked the desk, hard. It hurt, but he kicked it again. And again. And again.
A voice from the door stopped him mid-kick, “Stop kicking my desk.”
Turning towards the sound, Jin saw the man from earlier, Kame. “What do you want?” Jin all but shouted at him. Damn, he was pissed. If Kame hadn’t gotten in his way, he’d have the money, or at least a good bit of it.
Glaring, Kame shouted, “What the hell is your problem?”
“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM!” Jin shouted back at him, kicking his desk again for good measure. “If you hadn’t gotten in my way, I’d have the money.”
“Is that all you think about? God, you really are a selfish prick.”
And something in Jin just broke. Sinking to his knees with his arm across his chest, he cried, “You don’t understand. He’s going to kill him! That bastard is going to kill him and it’s my fault!”
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The story continues:
Chapter 04 ~Apparently So~
A/N: Not much happens, I know. But you know now that the gang's called Kizuna and that Kame's in charge or at least seems to be, with, at the very least, Koki, Yuya, Shige, Koyama, and Massu. And apparently Junno's a fence.
Don't worry. You'll find out who the rest of KAT-TUN are playing, and Ryo and Pi, too, soon enough. And who Jin's friend is.
Author:
prettyorianna
Pairing: Akame. Others to be added later.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: crime drama au
Beta by: my cat Gemma. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary: Two criminals with vastly different styles meet by chance one day. Can they work together or will they end up destroying each other?
Author's Note: More Kame and Jin. Okay, yeah, I know I was supposed to update Uppity Pirates first, but I got kind of upset earlier and that's not really conducive to writing UP. So you get this instead. It's not long but that's okay. I'll have another one for you soon.
Warning: This gets graphic often occasionally, containing at the very least foul language, character death, nefarious crimes, rape, etc etc.
The Master Posts:
On my journal - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_ Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the je_kamenashi Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the kattun_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the jin_fics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
Chapter 03 ~Kame's Kizuna~
When Tegoshi Yuya tried to hand him a plate of food, Kame just shook his head. “Give it to someone who needs it more. I’ll be fine for a day.”
“That’s what you said yesterday,” his friend said, pushing the plate at him again. “Don’t make me shove it down your throat, tray and all.”
“Okay, mother…” With a small laugh, Kame asked affectionately, “Remind me why I keep you around?”
“Who else would watch over you? Look, Kame, I know you feel bad about how you got here in the first place but you’re not doing yourself or us any good by forgetting to take care of yourself while you’re so busy caring for everyone else. Sometimes it’s good to be a little selfish.”
Kame frowned. Not that Yuya was wrong exactly, but…
“Oi, Kame!” came a loud voice from behind him.
Turning, Kame saw three men walking over: Koyama Keiichiro, Masuda Takahisa, and Kato Shigeaki. All three of them were smiling. An overwhelming sense of relief washed through Kame; he was losing tension he hadn’t realized he carried. Smiling meant things went well, right?
“Please tell me today wasn’t a total bust.”
From Koyama, the oldest of the three, “No luck at the bank?”
“Oh, god, Koki’s not in jail, is he?” asked Shige, frowning and glancing around.
Setting his still-untouched plate of food down distractedly, Kame shook his head. “No, Koki’s fine. We both are. No, game got called on account of Stupid.”
“Stupid?” Koyama asked.
Sighing, Kame responded, “Some guy named Jin. He’s in the office. I don’t really know what to do about him, yet.”
From behind him came Yuya’s incensed voice, “Hey, hands off, Massu! That’s Kame’s plate!”
And when he turned, he saw Massu scratching the back of his head embarrassedly, muttering, “How was I supposed to know? It just looked so good…” but he still didn’t lose the smile.
“Damn it, Yuya; if he’s that hungry just let him have it!” Kame exclaimed mock-grumpily. “I promise I’ll eat tomorrow. Anyway, how did it go at the jewelry store?” He turned back to Shige and Koyama.
“Cash-wise? Looks to be only about three hundred dollars, unfortunately. But we did get a whole mess of jewelry. Massu’s got it on him,” Koyama said.
Still, even three hundred dollars would help. They were almost out of food, out of bullets, out of medical supplies… Well, it was still pretty early in the afternoon. Probably would be good to get the jewelry over to the fence.
“Nee, Massu? When you’re done eating my food, take Yuya and head down to Junno’s, okay? Then swing by the grocers on third street. He said he couldn’t afford a donation this week but he could afford to discount a little.”
“Sure thing, Kame.”
Well, the day wasn’t a total bust after all. They’d make do. They always managed to make do.
And the whores and panhandlers under their protection chipped in whatever they could - admittedly not much, but they still tried because Kame and the rest of Kizuna treated them with respect. And the grocers in the area usually gave the gang a discount on food or sometimes free donations because they kept out the other gangs and the drug dealers and didn’t rob them.
Oh, not that they don’t rob businesses, because they did. Jewelry stores, yes, but also gas stations, convenience stores, pawn shops, armored cars… They even robbed grocery stores (though not the ones around the church). And it wasn’t like their hands were blood-free, either. At the end of the day, they were a gang like any other. Kame himself had killed people before. You do what you have to in order to survive. The only difference between Kizuna and the other gangs was that Kizuna gave back whereas the other gangs only took and took. Even so, Kame couldn’t blame them. Living on the street for so long, sometimes you…
No. He didn’t want to think about such things right now. Right now, he had to deal with the man who had ruined his morning.
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The tiny office actually looked more like a bedroom than an office, but barely. There was a sleeping mat, a small desk, a wall cabinet above the sleeping mat. Not a very inviting place, but it was still worlds better than his own home.
Or, should he say, his lack of home. Most recently, he’d been squatting in the abandoned hotel on the corner of 32th and Pearl Street. Jin was going to have to find a better place soon, though; rumor was the place had been bought and was going to be renovated.
Ah, well. He’d found one place; he could find another. He’d done it before, many times.
A lot of people looked down on him because of how he lived. And it was true that he didn’t have much. He didn’t have a home. He didn’t have a family. He usually managed to come up with money for food though sometimes he went hungry. Was it perfect? No. But he was free. He made his own choices and he lived with the consequences.
At least, until now.
Now it wasn’t just him suffering the consequences of his actions.
See, he’d convinced his best friend to run away. He got so tired of seeing his friend hurt, of bruises that his pimp and customers left on him.
Only somehow, the pimp caught up with them after a couple days. Jin wasn’t sure how; it wasn’t like he broadcast what they were doing or where they were staying. His friend didn’t turn in a resignation letter or anything; he just moved into the abandoned hotel with Jin and stopped working the street.
But that damn one-eyed bastard found them. And now Jin had a choice. He could bring the man $40,000 by Friday or he could come work for him as a whore for… well, the rest of forever or until he’d earned him the money. Whichever came first. Otherwise his friend was dead. No arguments. Just the money, a lifetime of sexual slavery, or a dead friend.
And with his failed bank robbery, Jin was fast running out of options.
For all he knew, his friend was already dead. He’d tried to find him, but nobody on the streets he worked had seen him since…
No.
No, he had to believe his friend was alive somewhere. He had to believe he could save him!
Damn, he was crying again. Such a manly man, huh? At least nobody was around to see.
God, what was he going to do? How was he going to fix this? It was all his fault!
With a frustrated roar, he kicked the desk, hard. It hurt, but he kicked it again. And again. And again.
A voice from the door stopped him mid-kick, “Stop kicking my desk.”
Turning towards the sound, Jin saw the man from earlier, Kame. “What do you want?” Jin all but shouted at him. Damn, he was pissed. If Kame hadn’t gotten in his way, he’d have the money, or at least a good bit of it.
Glaring, Kame shouted, “What the hell is your problem?”
“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM!” Jin shouted back at him, kicking his desk again for good measure. “If you hadn’t gotten in my way, I’d have the money.”
“Is that all you think about? God, you really are a selfish prick.”
And something in Jin just broke. Sinking to his knees with his arm across his chest, he cried, “You don’t understand. He’s going to kill him! That bastard is going to kill him and it’s my fault!”
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The story continues:
Chapter 04 ~Apparently So~
A/N: Not much happens, I know. But you know now that the gang's called Kizuna and that Kame's in charge or at least seems to be, with, at the very least, Koki, Yuya, Shige, Koyama, and Massu. And apparently Junno's a fence.
Don't worry. You'll find out who the rest of KAT-TUN are playing, and Ryo and Pi, too, soon enough. And who Jin's friend is.