(Not) Too Late
Title: (Not) Too Late
Author: Geojitmal
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG
Genre: General. Fluff-ish.
Word count: 1,385
Summary: Jin is back in town. And he's stranded at the Jimusho in the middle of the night. Only one other person is there and he finds him only by chance. But he can help Jin get home and Jin...Jin can help that person, too.
Diclaimer: All mine. Or so I wish. Well, at least the story is.
A/N: First Akame fic. :D
How exactly I had ended up in Kame’s car, in the middle of the night, on the side of some random street in the outskirts of Tokyo, with a crying Kame next to me and what seemed to be the end of the world outside, I don’t quite remember. What I do remember, is that Yuu had picked me up from the airport earlier that day and after a brief stop at my apartment, we had made our way to the Jimusho to visit Yamapi. With me spending most of my time in America and Yuu spending most of his time in Spain recently, the three of us didn’t get together as often as we would have liked to. And since Yamapi was semi-busy with NEWS, we had decided to just hang around their practice room together, make fun of his dancing, make the Juniors cry, order food in, the usual.
Something that definitely hadn’t been on my plan for this night was Yuu getting wasted off our few cans of beer (really, he needs more practice - another sign that we need to hang out more) and Yamapi deciding to drive him home while I was on the toilet. They had just forgotten about me. Some great friends I have. It had gotten late, most of the Jimusho had been abandoned already, and while I wandered through darkened hallways that had become strangely unfamiliar to me, I had heard a snuffling noise coming from one of the dance studios. Being the curios person I am, I had carefully opened the door of the room I thought the noise came from, and spotted a person sitting on the floor in a corner, shoulders shaking. I had opened the door a bit wider to step in and carefully approach the person. I couldn’t see who it was since the light had been turned off and the only light came from the streetlamp outside.
“Hey, uhm, are you alright?” The person had looked up and me, eyes wide like a deer caught in light, and I had squinted. “Kame?”
“Jin? Since when are you back in town?” he had asked me, quickly wiping the back of his hand over his cheeks while trying to stand up. I had helped him and we had engaged in a lengthy conversation about how I was doing in America, how they were doing in Japan, how Kame’s favorite baseball team had won the championship and whatnot. At some point hell had broken loose outside, complete with thunder, lightning and semi-monsoon. My maybe-not-so casually mentioning how I had no idea how to get home after having been abandoned in a very cruel way had Kame offering me a ride, which I was very thankful for.
So that’s how I had ended up in his car. Why was he crying again now? Well, maybe it had something to do with my asking why he had been crying at the dance studio earlier. And maybe it had also something to do with my prodding when he had refused to give a clear answer. He had pulled over and now here we were, in the middle of the night, on the side of some random street in the outskirts of Tokyo.
The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and he kept snuffling and almost angrily wiping the tears away. It kind of hurt me to see him like that and I would really have liked to hug him, but considering our history, I wasn’t sure it was my brightest idea yet. You see, I have been in love with Kazuya most of my life. Almost since the first day I had met him. Contrary to popular fangirl belief, though, there had never been a confession followed by some mushy crying, hugging and a happily-ever-after.
Well, there had been a confession, to be honest. But Kazuya had turned me down (gently), I had to come to terms with him being gay, but not for me, and that’s it. I had given my best to behave as always around him, before I had taken off to America. I never really managed to come to terms with it, but Kazuya sure was the last person who had to know that.
“You know,” he suddenly interrupted my inner monologue “I really thought he loved me.” Before I could think up some smart, comforting answer like ‘Huh?’ he continued. “But that was before I asked him to let me, you know, reverse things in bed, and he told me that -and I quote- since he had already agreed to get involved in this gay relationship, I should at least be content with being the girl and stop making unreasonable requests.”
My brain was somewhat overstrained by that small outburst of Kame’s. The first thing that came up was ‘What? Kame had a boyfriend? Who? Since when?’, followed closely by pretty graphic pictures of Kame wanting to reverse things in bed with someone that wasn’t me, which left me with a not-so-slight pain on the left side of my chest. Then the hate set in. Burning hate at that guy having the audacity to say something like that to the turtle’s face and hurting him like that.
“Want me to beat him up for you?” I offered. Kame snorted and I thought seeing the trace of a smile on his face in that moment was the most beautiful sight ever.
“Thanks, but no thanks. He doesn’t deserve you risking yourself getting hurt. And I think my kick earlier was pretty impressive, if I may say so myself. He will probably have trouble not being the girl for a few weeks.” another, more forced, smile.
I reached over and brushed some tears away with my thumb. “For hurting you like that he deserves a lot more than that and you know it, Kazuya,” I said gently. I could - maybe - accept that Kame had other boyfriends. I wanted him to be happy after all. But I could not accept him being hurt by other guys. Once again I wished that he could just love me, I would lay the world to his feet and make sure nothing and no-one would ever be able to hurt him.
“You know, sometimes I wish I could just have fallen in love with you, Jin.” he looked me straight in the eyes, and I thought he had stared right through to my soul and read my thoughts.
“It’s not too late yet,” I offered, almost jokingly, letting him know that I still cared about him deeply. He just smiled and gave a light squeeze to my hand, which he had been holding on to since I had brushed those tears away. Then he let go, started the car again and we were back on the road, on the way to my apartment in comfortable silence, as if nothing had ever happened.
When he parked in front of my apartment complex, the silence became a bit more uncomfortable and I was debating whether I should just thank him for giving me a lift and get off the car. I was about to do just that, when he spoke up.
“So, how long are you going to be in Tokyo?” he asked, staring out the windscreen as if he was still driving.
“About two weeks, maybe two and a half.”
“I would really like it if we could meet up again sometime before you leave. Maybe grab something to eat, watch a movie, stuff like that.” He had turned to look at me now, and with that look he gave me, I couldn’t have said no even if I had wanted to.
“Sounds great,” I beamed. “Will you call me?”
“Sure,” he smiled, the brightest one of that night. My heart did somersaults at the sight. I realized how much I had missed Kame really.
“Good Night, Kazuya.” I said and turned around to the car’s door. When I was about to open it, he called out my name again. I turned back to look at him.
“Thank you.” he leaned forward, took my face between his hands and placed a gentle kiss on my left cheek. Then, before I could react, he let go again and whispered, almost pensively, “You’re right. Maybe it’s not too late, after all.”
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Comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome. :)
Author: Geojitmal
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG
Genre: General. Fluff-ish.
Word count: 1,385
Summary: Jin is back in town. And he's stranded at the Jimusho in the middle of the night. Only one other person is there and he finds him only by chance. But he can help Jin get home and Jin...Jin can help that person, too.
Diclaimer: All mine. Or so I wish. Well, at least the story is.
A/N: First Akame fic. :D
How exactly I had ended up in Kame’s car, in the middle of the night, on the side of some random street in the outskirts of Tokyo, with a crying Kame next to me and what seemed to be the end of the world outside, I don’t quite remember. What I do remember, is that Yuu had picked me up from the airport earlier that day and after a brief stop at my apartment, we had made our way to the Jimusho to visit Yamapi. With me spending most of my time in America and Yuu spending most of his time in Spain recently, the three of us didn’t get together as often as we would have liked to. And since Yamapi was semi-busy with NEWS, we had decided to just hang around their practice room together, make fun of his dancing, make the Juniors cry, order food in, the usual.
Something that definitely hadn’t been on my plan for this night was Yuu getting wasted off our few cans of beer (really, he needs more practice - another sign that we need to hang out more) and Yamapi deciding to drive him home while I was on the toilet. They had just forgotten about me. Some great friends I have. It had gotten late, most of the Jimusho had been abandoned already, and while I wandered through darkened hallways that had become strangely unfamiliar to me, I had heard a snuffling noise coming from one of the dance studios. Being the curios person I am, I had carefully opened the door of the room I thought the noise came from, and spotted a person sitting on the floor in a corner, shoulders shaking. I had opened the door a bit wider to step in and carefully approach the person. I couldn’t see who it was since the light had been turned off and the only light came from the streetlamp outside.
“Hey, uhm, are you alright?” The person had looked up and me, eyes wide like a deer caught in light, and I had squinted. “Kame?”
“Jin? Since when are you back in town?” he had asked me, quickly wiping the back of his hand over his cheeks while trying to stand up. I had helped him and we had engaged in a lengthy conversation about how I was doing in America, how they were doing in Japan, how Kame’s favorite baseball team had won the championship and whatnot. At some point hell had broken loose outside, complete with thunder, lightning and semi-monsoon. My maybe-not-so casually mentioning how I had no idea how to get home after having been abandoned in a very cruel way had Kame offering me a ride, which I was very thankful for.
So that’s how I had ended up in his car. Why was he crying again now? Well, maybe it had something to do with my asking why he had been crying at the dance studio earlier. And maybe it had also something to do with my prodding when he had refused to give a clear answer. He had pulled over and now here we were, in the middle of the night, on the side of some random street in the outskirts of Tokyo.
The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and he kept snuffling and almost angrily wiping the tears away. It kind of hurt me to see him like that and I would really have liked to hug him, but considering our history, I wasn’t sure it was my brightest idea yet. You see, I have been in love with Kazuya most of my life. Almost since the first day I had met him. Contrary to popular fangirl belief, though, there had never been a confession followed by some mushy crying, hugging and a happily-ever-after.
Well, there had been a confession, to be honest. But Kazuya had turned me down (gently), I had to come to terms with him being gay, but not for me, and that’s it. I had given my best to behave as always around him, before I had taken off to America. I never really managed to come to terms with it, but Kazuya sure was the last person who had to know that.
“You know,” he suddenly interrupted my inner monologue “I really thought he loved me.” Before I could think up some smart, comforting answer like ‘Huh?’ he continued. “But that was before I asked him to let me, you know, reverse things in bed, and he told me that -and I quote- since he had already agreed to get involved in this gay relationship, I should at least be content with being the girl and stop making unreasonable requests.”
My brain was somewhat overstrained by that small outburst of Kame’s. The first thing that came up was ‘What? Kame had a boyfriend? Who? Since when?’, followed closely by pretty graphic pictures of Kame wanting to reverse things in bed with someone that wasn’t me, which left me with a not-so-slight pain on the left side of my chest. Then the hate set in. Burning hate at that guy having the audacity to say something like that to the turtle’s face and hurting him like that.
“Want me to beat him up for you?” I offered. Kame snorted and I thought seeing the trace of a smile on his face in that moment was the most beautiful sight ever.
“Thanks, but no thanks. He doesn’t deserve you risking yourself getting hurt. And I think my kick earlier was pretty impressive, if I may say so myself. He will probably have trouble not being the girl for a few weeks.” another, more forced, smile.
I reached over and brushed some tears away with my thumb. “For hurting you like that he deserves a lot more than that and you know it, Kazuya,” I said gently. I could - maybe - accept that Kame had other boyfriends. I wanted him to be happy after all. But I could not accept him being hurt by other guys. Once again I wished that he could just love me, I would lay the world to his feet and make sure nothing and no-one would ever be able to hurt him.
“You know, sometimes I wish I could just have fallen in love with you, Jin.” he looked me straight in the eyes, and I thought he had stared right through to my soul and read my thoughts.
“It’s not too late yet,” I offered, almost jokingly, letting him know that I still cared about him deeply. He just smiled and gave a light squeeze to my hand, which he had been holding on to since I had brushed those tears away. Then he let go, started the car again and we were back on the road, on the way to my apartment in comfortable silence, as if nothing had ever happened.
When he parked in front of my apartment complex, the silence became a bit more uncomfortable and I was debating whether I should just thank him for giving me a lift and get off the car. I was about to do just that, when he spoke up.
“So, how long are you going to be in Tokyo?” he asked, staring out the windscreen as if he was still driving.
“About two weeks, maybe two and a half.”
“I would really like it if we could meet up again sometime before you leave. Maybe grab something to eat, watch a movie, stuff like that.” He had turned to look at me now, and with that look he gave me, I couldn’t have said no even if I had wanted to.
“Sounds great,” I beamed. “Will you call me?”
“Sure,” he smiled, the brightest one of that night. My heart did somersaults at the sight. I realized how much I had missed Kame really.
“Good Night, Kazuya.” I said and turned around to the car’s door. When I was about to open it, he called out my name again. I turned back to look at him.
“Thank you.” he leaned forward, took my face between his hands and placed a gentle kiss on my left cheek. Then, before I could react, he let go again and whispered, almost pensively, “You’re right. Maybe it’s not too late, after all.”
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Comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome. :)