Starting Over - Part 1
Title: Starting Over
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut… and Fantasy I guess ‘cause hey, someone’s time traveling
Beta: kyleeers
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn’t be writing fics here. I’d be out there supervising their wedding photoshoot.
Warning: Scenarios written for the photos are fictional (and not necessarily patterned against publicized flow of events) and did not occur in real life or so we think and hope otherwise.
Summary: Kame is sent back to five points in the past in order to change the present. And maybe the future. Hallelujah chance!
A/N: I listened to Proposal Daisakusen OST again today and realized that - ohmygod - what if something like this happened to Akame? And so I end up writing it anyway. LOL. For those who aren’t familiar, Proposal Daisakusen is a Jdrama starring Yamashita Tomohisa released a couple of years back. The story’s basically about Ken (YamaPi) in love with his childhood friend, but the girl gets married to someone else. A “fairy” appears and gives Ken a chance to go back to particular events in time, as specified by a photoset wherein they appear together, and change the scenario around each photograph in the hope that they would end up together instead.
This fic took five months in the making, although that’s more because of real life shit and my accrued laziness, but please do enjoy!
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“Seriously, Yamashita?” said Kame, throwing his head back on his cushioned chair and closing his eyes.
Kamenashi Kazuya did not bother with formality in addressing the fellow JE idol. YamaPi was being annoying, and it did not amuse Kame in the slightest. He was already dead tired as their photoshoot for a magazine interview took longer than expected.
And here Yamashita Tomohisa was, invading his private time in his dressing room and saying stupid things.
“I am serious here,” YamaPi replied, coming nearer and sitting on Kame’s dresser. Kame had to snatch his designer sunglasses away before YamaPi sat on them and crushed them to tiny bits with his butt. “I’m trying to help you.”
Kame huffed and did not reply. He checked his reflection in the mirror. He was ready to go. Now if only YamaPi would let him.
“I am trying to help you and you give me this attitude?”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” Kame finally said, looking up at YamaPi and raising his voice. That shut the NewS leader up alright.
“Oh, right. Maybe I am stupid because I have feelings for your best friend. And I would also be stupid for letting you find out - ”
Pi opened his mouth to retort but Kame did not let him.
“But telling me this sort of nonsense is just going too far,” he ended, snatching his bag from the dresser top and standing up. “I’m going home now.”
Kame’s hand was already on the doorknob when he felt a tug on his bag. He turned around and saw YamaPi trying to shove a thick book into his bag - the photo album that YamaPi had been yapping about all day.
“What the fuck, Yamashita - ” Kame hissed, pulling his bag away.
“Listen, I don’t care what you do with it,” YamaPi replied, struggling as he continued to push the album inside. “Just take it because it sure as hell belongs to you - ”
“Okay, you listen,” Kame said.
He let go of his bag and let YamaPi put the photo album in, all the while eyeing it with distaste. YamaPi hurriedly stuffed the album into the bag and then looked at Kame, waiting.
“Say for example, this whole fairy-granting-wishes-to-go-back-to-the-past-via-photos is true and not just a stupid joke from you and your charming best friend,” Kame began sarcastically, his hands on his waist. “Why give it to me? Why not give the chance to Akanishi?”
YamaPi looked like he wanted to laugh, and Kame just felt even more like a fool for asking that question, for even considering.
“Well… because you are the one who is in love, right?” Pi said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So you’re the one who needs the chance.”
Kame stared, feeling his pride being crushed by this idiotic colleague of his.
“Look, as I mentioned earlier, I don’t give a fuck about what you do with the album,” YamaPi said, handing Kame his bag back. It was now heavier with the photo album inside.
“I have done my job. I have told you how to use it, and what you have to do. It’s up to you now.”
With that, Yamashita quietly exited the dressing room, leaving Kame frustrated and stumped.
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“Y - YamaPi?!” Kame’s voice waivered as he looked up at the being that had materialized in his living room.
Kame, upon arriving home, took out the photo album Yamashita forced into his bag and browsed through it. It was full of pictures of himself and Akanishi Jin, and some that included the rest of KAT-TUN. The photos were chronologically ordered, and he could not even remember some anymore.
Underneath each photo was an untidy scribble Kame could barely make out. It indicated a year and a brief account of what was going on in the picture or something related to it. Kame was not sure if YamaPi owned this album, because if he did, that was just so creepy. And speaking of YamaPi -
“How the hell did you do that?”
Because the man literally appeared amidst a screen of smoke as Kame followed what YamaPi told him earlier:
“Open the photo album on your lap and make a wish to change the past.”
Kame refused to believe it. This was just plain ridiculous, and would not make a difference anyway. He was even sure it would not work!
“My name is not ‘YamaPi,’” the man said with apparent disgust. “And I am not from hell.”
“Seriously, how did you - ” Kame repeated, leaning back on his sofa as far as possible from the man who claimed he was not YamaPi when he clearly was - only he appeared out of thin air, was stiff as a board, and was as stern-looking as Kame’s manager.
“I am sorry,” the man said severely, looking annoyed. “I did not come here to be interrogated.”
The man walked around Kame’s living room center table and faced the idol squarely.
“I was informed that someone was in need of a chance to go back to the past, so I made a wish available. The wish has been made,” the man explained, his hands behind him. Kame stared, narrow-eyed. “Was it you who made the wish?”
Kame gulped. Now, Yamashita was a good actor, but Kame was sure the guy would not go to such great lengths just to pull a prank on him - not to mention appearing out of nowhere -
“Was it you who made the wish?” the man repeated impatiently, leaning menacingly over Kame.
“H - hai,” Kame replied, not daring to tear his gaze away from the eerie YamaPi look-alike.
The man withdrew from his threatening stance and folded his arms across his chest.
“So, are you the, uhh… fairy? Like in Yamashita’s drama - ”
“Can you not remind me of that?” the fairy said, his nose up in the air. “It was obviously not my best disguise.”
Kame stared some more, asking himself over and over again if this thing was for real.
“But - you’re like - I don’t - ”
“I do not have time to explain everything to you, boy,” the grumpy fairy declared, and Kame was ever slightly convinced that this was not YamaPi. YamaPi would never call him “boy.”
“Okay…” Kame replied, unsure. “What should I - ”
“Let’s get down to business!”
The fairy clapped his hands together.
Kame gulped.
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Kame stood for a moment in his living room, taking in the situation he was currently facing. Apparently, the whole thing about wishing to go back to the past was true, YamaPi - the fairy - the fairy who looked like YamaPi proved enough of that, and Kame was about to go back to the past of the first picture - a screencap of their 24 Hour Television appearance back in 2006. Kame had never realized that what the picture showed actually took place, mainly because, back then, he was focused on having things run smoothly. They had just debuted as KAT-TUN, and they would all look stupid if they messed up on the charity program.
The screencap was of KAT-TUN forming a circle and putting their hands together in a cheer, and both Kame and Nakamaru were looking at Koki, who was still outside the frame. Kame had no idea that Akanishi was looking at him, and he only vaguely remembered the talk they had before this part of the program.
Fairy YamaPi had considerately evaporated into thin air after he pointed the first picture out for Kame. It seemed like the fairy was expecting Kame to be all emotional and did not want to witness that, but Kame was okay. Kame stood in his living room, looking at a 5nin picture hanging on the wall: a blown-up and framed copy of the White single cover.
If this is worth it, he thought to himself as he leveled the frame. Maybe there will be six people in this picture when I get back.
Kame smiled as he closed his eyes and willed himself to go back to 2006, resisting the urge to say, “Hallelujah chance!”
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Kamenashi Kazuya always thought Yamashita’s drama about going back in time and changing the past was cute and all, but he never actually wanted to try it. Kame sat in the cold and grey corridor of the Nippon studio, quite disheveled to have arrived in such a busy place. He was expecting to turn up in an empty washroom or storage room perhaps. He looked around and saw Akanishi walking towards him, a couple of soda cans in his hands.
Kame remembered this, of course. Just a few months after they debuted, a few months before Jin first left for the US. This was also the time when Kame realized he had feelings for his bandmate. Their 24 Hour Television appearance was rather emotional and significant for the band, what with sharing letters and promising each other that they would be together forever - or so they thought.
At that time, it did not even cross Kame’s mind to actually tell Jin about his feelings. It was bad enough to realize that he was in love with his bandmate when he was sure that Jin would never be interested in him. Jin’s type was girls with foreign faces, women who were sure of themselves. Kame was Japanese, he tended to act awkward in private despite the professional façade he showed on-cam, and he was definitely not a woman. Why try telling him at all? Kame would only ruin their meaningful friendship, and would cause trouble for the group, too.
Akanishi sat beside Kame noiselessly, and Kame searched in his head for the memory of how their conversation went in that moment, a short break from being on screen for already half the day five years ago. It felt rather awkward to be with this young Jin. Well, it had always been. Akanishi had always seemed so ambivalent about their friendship; sometimes Jin was very close and touchy and open about his life, and then sometimes he acted so distant that Kame felt confused if they were even really friends or not.
Jin handed Kame one of the soda cans, still wordlessly. Kame accepted it with a small bow and moved his finger to the top of the can to open it, and realized it had already been opened for him.
Knowing what he knew in the present, it now dawned upon Kame why Jin was so weird around this time in the past. The older boy was leaving in a few months, so he was probably preoccupied with thoughts about his departure. Jin had to be scared and sad about it - Kame would have been if it were him.
“What’s the matter?” Jin suddenly said, albeit quietly, to Kame’s right.
Akanishi was hunched up in his spot and he did not look at Kame as he spoke, though Kame could hear the tone of concern. Jin should not have been worried about leaving, Kame thought. Maybe if he had trusted Kame a little more and confided to him about what was going to happen, it would be okay. Maybe it would be less painful, less shocking to the group, when Akanishi did already have to leave.
“Why are you so quiet?” Jin asked again, this time turning to Kame.
Kame’s lips curled into a small smile, humoring himself with how Akanishi was calling him “quiet” when it was the older boy who had been distancing himself at that time. Just then, a member of the crew appeared in the corridor and was already setting up the lights for their group shot.
What if I just confess here? Kame thought, laughing at himself mentally. A quick look at Akanishi told him the older boy was still waiting for an answer.
“It’s nothing,” Kame finally replied, but in a way that just screamed that it was something.
The rest of KAT-TUN were now walking down the corridor and Kame stood up to join them. They had began filming, and several photographers’ cameras were now also flashing and Kame, just as it had happened five years ago, busied himself with blocking and getting Koki to hurry up and join them already. This time, though, as they put their hands together for the camera, Kame felt Jin’s eyes on him for a very long time, but somehow, he did not have the guts to look back.
2006! 24 Hour Television - Jin looks at Kazuya. Kazuya never looks back :’(
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Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut… and Fantasy I guess ‘cause hey, someone’s time traveling
Beta: kyleeers
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn’t be writing fics here. I’d be out there supervising their wedding photoshoot.
Warning: Scenarios written for the photos are fictional (and not necessarily patterned against publicized flow of events) and did not occur in real life or so we think and hope otherwise.
Summary: Kame is sent back to five points in the past in order to change the present. And maybe the future. Hallelujah chance!
A/N: I listened to Proposal Daisakusen OST again today and realized that - ohmygod - what if something like this happened to Akame? And so I end up writing it anyway. LOL. For those who aren’t familiar, Proposal Daisakusen is a Jdrama starring Yamashita Tomohisa released a couple of years back. The story’s basically about Ken (YamaPi) in love with his childhood friend, but the girl gets married to someone else. A “fairy” appears and gives Ken a chance to go back to particular events in time, as specified by a photoset wherein they appear together, and change the scenario around each photograph in the hope that they would end up together instead.
This fic took five months in the making, although that’s more because of real life shit and my accrued laziness, but please do enjoy!
oOo
“Seriously, Yamashita?” said Kame, throwing his head back on his cushioned chair and closing his eyes.
Kamenashi Kazuya did not bother with formality in addressing the fellow JE idol. YamaPi was being annoying, and it did not amuse Kame in the slightest. He was already dead tired as their photoshoot for a magazine interview took longer than expected.
And here Yamashita Tomohisa was, invading his private time in his dressing room and saying stupid things.
“I am serious here,” YamaPi replied, coming nearer and sitting on Kame’s dresser. Kame had to snatch his designer sunglasses away before YamaPi sat on them and crushed them to tiny bits with his butt. “I’m trying to help you.”
Kame huffed and did not reply. He checked his reflection in the mirror. He was ready to go. Now if only YamaPi would let him.
“I am trying to help you and you give me this attitude?”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” Kame finally said, looking up at YamaPi and raising his voice. That shut the NewS leader up alright.
“Oh, right. Maybe I am stupid because I have feelings for your best friend. And I would also be stupid for letting you find out - ”
Pi opened his mouth to retort but Kame did not let him.
“But telling me this sort of nonsense is just going too far,” he ended, snatching his bag from the dresser top and standing up. “I’m going home now.”
Kame’s hand was already on the doorknob when he felt a tug on his bag. He turned around and saw YamaPi trying to shove a thick book into his bag - the photo album that YamaPi had been yapping about all day.
“What the fuck, Yamashita - ” Kame hissed, pulling his bag away.
“Listen, I don’t care what you do with it,” YamaPi replied, struggling as he continued to push the album inside. “Just take it because it sure as hell belongs to you - ”
“Okay, you listen,” Kame said.
He let go of his bag and let YamaPi put the photo album in, all the while eyeing it with distaste. YamaPi hurriedly stuffed the album into the bag and then looked at Kame, waiting.
“Say for example, this whole fairy-granting-wishes-to-go-back-to-the-past-via-photos is true and not just a stupid joke from you and your charming best friend,” Kame began sarcastically, his hands on his waist. “Why give it to me? Why not give the chance to Akanishi?”
YamaPi looked like he wanted to laugh, and Kame just felt even more like a fool for asking that question, for even considering.
“Well… because you are the one who is in love, right?” Pi said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So you’re the one who needs the chance.”
Kame stared, feeling his pride being crushed by this idiotic colleague of his.
“Look, as I mentioned earlier, I don’t give a fuck about what you do with the album,” YamaPi said, handing Kame his bag back. It was now heavier with the photo album inside.
“I have done my job. I have told you how to use it, and what you have to do. It’s up to you now.”
With that, Yamashita quietly exited the dressing room, leaving Kame frustrated and stumped.
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“Y - YamaPi?!” Kame’s voice waivered as he looked up at the being that had materialized in his living room.
Kame, upon arriving home, took out the photo album Yamashita forced into his bag and browsed through it. It was full of pictures of himself and Akanishi Jin, and some that included the rest of KAT-TUN. The photos were chronologically ordered, and he could not even remember some anymore.
Underneath each photo was an untidy scribble Kame could barely make out. It indicated a year and a brief account of what was going on in the picture or something related to it. Kame was not sure if YamaPi owned this album, because if he did, that was just so creepy. And speaking of YamaPi -
“How the hell did you do that?”
Because the man literally appeared amidst a screen of smoke as Kame followed what YamaPi told him earlier:
“Open the photo album on your lap and make a wish to change the past.”
Kame refused to believe it. This was just plain ridiculous, and would not make a difference anyway. He was even sure it would not work!
“My name is not ‘YamaPi,’” the man said with apparent disgust. “And I am not from hell.”
“Seriously, how did you - ” Kame repeated, leaning back on his sofa as far as possible from the man who claimed he was not YamaPi when he clearly was - only he appeared out of thin air, was stiff as a board, and was as stern-looking as Kame’s manager.
“I am sorry,” the man said severely, looking annoyed. “I did not come here to be interrogated.”
The man walked around Kame’s living room center table and faced the idol squarely.
“I was informed that someone was in need of a chance to go back to the past, so I made a wish available. The wish has been made,” the man explained, his hands behind him. Kame stared, narrow-eyed. “Was it you who made the wish?”
Kame gulped. Now, Yamashita was a good actor, but Kame was sure the guy would not go to such great lengths just to pull a prank on him - not to mention appearing out of nowhere -
“Was it you who made the wish?” the man repeated impatiently, leaning menacingly over Kame.
“H - hai,” Kame replied, not daring to tear his gaze away from the eerie YamaPi look-alike.
The man withdrew from his threatening stance and folded his arms across his chest.
“So, are you the, uhh… fairy? Like in Yamashita’s drama - ”
“Can you not remind me of that?” the fairy said, his nose up in the air. “It was obviously not my best disguise.”
Kame stared some more, asking himself over and over again if this thing was for real.
“But - you’re like - I don’t - ”
“I do not have time to explain everything to you, boy,” the grumpy fairy declared, and Kame was ever slightly convinced that this was not YamaPi. YamaPi would never call him “boy.”
“Okay…” Kame replied, unsure. “What should I - ”
“Let’s get down to business!”
The fairy clapped his hands together.
Kame gulped.
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Kame stood for a moment in his living room, taking in the situation he was currently facing. Apparently, the whole thing about wishing to go back to the past was true, YamaPi - the fairy - the fairy who looked like YamaPi proved enough of that, and Kame was about to go back to the past of the first picture - a screencap of their 24 Hour Television appearance back in 2006. Kame had never realized that what the picture showed actually took place, mainly because, back then, he was focused on having things run smoothly. They had just debuted as KAT-TUN, and they would all look stupid if they messed up on the charity program.
The screencap was of KAT-TUN forming a circle and putting their hands together in a cheer, and both Kame and Nakamaru were looking at Koki, who was still outside the frame. Kame had no idea that Akanishi was looking at him, and he only vaguely remembered the talk they had before this part of the program.
Fairy YamaPi had considerately evaporated into thin air after he pointed the first picture out for Kame. It seemed like the fairy was expecting Kame to be all emotional and did not want to witness that, but Kame was okay. Kame stood in his living room, looking at a 5nin picture hanging on the wall: a blown-up and framed copy of the White single cover.
If this is worth it, he thought to himself as he leveled the frame. Maybe there will be six people in this picture when I get back.
Kame smiled as he closed his eyes and willed himself to go back to 2006, resisting the urge to say, “Hallelujah chance!”
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Kamenashi Kazuya always thought Yamashita’s drama about going back in time and changing the past was cute and all, but he never actually wanted to try it. Kame sat in the cold and grey corridor of the Nippon studio, quite disheveled to have arrived in such a busy place. He was expecting to turn up in an empty washroom or storage room perhaps. He looked around and saw Akanishi walking towards him, a couple of soda cans in his hands.
Kame remembered this, of course. Just a few months after they debuted, a few months before Jin first left for the US. This was also the time when Kame realized he had feelings for his bandmate. Their 24 Hour Television appearance was rather emotional and significant for the band, what with sharing letters and promising each other that they would be together forever - or so they thought.
At that time, it did not even cross Kame’s mind to actually tell Jin about his feelings. It was bad enough to realize that he was in love with his bandmate when he was sure that Jin would never be interested in him. Jin’s type was girls with foreign faces, women who were sure of themselves. Kame was Japanese, he tended to act awkward in private despite the professional façade he showed on-cam, and he was definitely not a woman. Why try telling him at all? Kame would only ruin their meaningful friendship, and would cause trouble for the group, too.
Akanishi sat beside Kame noiselessly, and Kame searched in his head for the memory of how their conversation went in that moment, a short break from being on screen for already half the day five years ago. It felt rather awkward to be with this young Jin. Well, it had always been. Akanishi had always seemed so ambivalent about their friendship; sometimes Jin was very close and touchy and open about his life, and then sometimes he acted so distant that Kame felt confused if they were even really friends or not.
Jin handed Kame one of the soda cans, still wordlessly. Kame accepted it with a small bow and moved his finger to the top of the can to open it, and realized it had already been opened for him.
Knowing what he knew in the present, it now dawned upon Kame why Jin was so weird around this time in the past. The older boy was leaving in a few months, so he was probably preoccupied with thoughts about his departure. Jin had to be scared and sad about it - Kame would have been if it were him.
“What’s the matter?” Jin suddenly said, albeit quietly, to Kame’s right.
Akanishi was hunched up in his spot and he did not look at Kame as he spoke, though Kame could hear the tone of concern. Jin should not have been worried about leaving, Kame thought. Maybe if he had trusted Kame a little more and confided to him about what was going to happen, it would be okay. Maybe it would be less painful, less shocking to the group, when Akanishi did already have to leave.
“Why are you so quiet?” Jin asked again, this time turning to Kame.
Kame’s lips curled into a small smile, humoring himself with how Akanishi was calling him “quiet” when it was the older boy who had been distancing himself at that time. Just then, a member of the crew appeared in the corridor and was already setting up the lights for their group shot.
What if I just confess here? Kame thought, laughing at himself mentally. A quick look at Akanishi told him the older boy was still waiting for an answer.
“It’s nothing,” Kame finally replied, but in a way that just screamed that it was something.
The rest of KAT-TUN were now walking down the corridor and Kame stood up to join them. They had began filming, and several photographers’ cameras were now also flashing and Kame, just as it had happened five years ago, busied himself with blocking and getting Koki to hurry up and join them already. This time, though, as they put their hands together for the camera, Kame felt Jin’s eyes on him for a very long time, but somehow, he did not have the guts to look back.
2006! 24 Hour Television - Jin looks at Kazuya. Kazuya never looks back :’(
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