[Ueda/Jin] That Is Not Gackt
1. Okay. I was looking through my flist and somehow I got linked to swtjemz's entry about wanting Ryo/Jin and there was an off hand mention about Ueda/Jin and and - yeah. This is craptastic off the cuff ficcing, but I figure if I wrote it now, this silly urge to write Ueda fic would disappear.
Title: That Is Not Gackt
Pairing: Ueda/Jin
Rating: PG
Summary: Jin doesn't know anything about Gackt (but he does know a lot about fluttering his eyelashes and getting out of trouble).
"I got you something while I was in America," Jin says, beaming at Ueda.
Ueda contemplates smiling hesitantly or backing away in fear. He loves Jin, he really does, but Jin's ideas of good present are strange, to put it lightly. (Who the hell gave Nishikido a set of kitchen knives when everyone knew arming Nishikido with weaponry was like asking Yamapi if he needed to eat).
"Look!" Jin says, holding up blurry pictures of a tall man, covered in facial jewelery and bright colours. He's dancing lewdly with American girls, and other shyer girls hang around the edges of the photo, giggly excitedly and taking pictures. Ueda spies a signature in the bottom corner of the polaroid addressed to 'Tatsuya-chan'.
"This is Gackt, right?" Jin says hopefully, looking at him with wide, doe-like eyes. "I met him in America and I got his signature for you!"
Ueda takes a deep breath. Releases it. Reminds himself that Jin was possibly dropped on his head as a child (and reminds himself that Jin's mother probably didn't drop him, but Jin probably dropped himself - anything is possible if you're Jin) and that Jin always means well (this is what Koyama said about Nishikido as well, but that was clearly a lie since the day right after he said it, Nishikido called him a retard who didn't know he was onto a good thing. He had asked what the hell Nishikido was going on about, but all Nishikido had muttered was, "black hair is mine").
"That's Miyavi," he says, and thwacks Jin on the shoulder. "Not Gackt."
It's kind of stupid and so very Jin to forget, Ueda thinks, starring at Miyavi's strange hair style before leveling an exasperated look at Jin.
Jin starts to pout at him, his lower lip trembling. In about three more seconds, he'd probably try the tears at the edges of his eyes (Ueda knew that this always worked on girls after Jin had offended them by asking if they'd let him touch their boobs. For that matter, it worked on Yamapi as well).
He lowers his head, fighting a smile. It's stupid and a little insensitive -
"...but it's kind of sweet."
"Really?"
"Really. Don't make me repeat it."
"UEDA-HIME!" Jin says happily, and tugs him into a bear hug, wrapping his arms around his middle and propping his chin on his shoulder. "You like me!" he chirps in english, squeezing Ueda.
"Oh god, don't speak english to me all night."
"Engrish good!"
Later on -
"Watch the clothes, Jin,” Ueda says, wriggling about in Jin’s arms. “These crease."
"That's what dry cleaning is for," Jin says knowledgeably.
"...you never did any washing in America, did you."
2. I have a list of fics to get around to reading properly and then to fangirl because this list will be the light at the end of a very long tunnel (better known as, 'holy shit I have a three thousand word research proposal due on Friday and I have no idea what I'm doing').
I'M SO HAPPY THIS LIST IS SO LONG ♥ (but I have a sneaky suspicion I'm missing stuff, so anything you think I might have missed, THIS IS A CHANCE TO THROW ANY LINK AT ME. I AM FREE TO READ ANYTHING THIS WEEKEND, INCLUDING ALL THE CLINT EASTWOOD PORN YOU WANT *BEAMS*) I was trying to find a pairing I'd be reluctant to read and realised... that there wasn't one.
3. Three is a magical number? LIKE IN PORN
ETA: *SHRIEKS WITH LOVE FOR KAWAI*
Also, Kawai? Please invest in life insurance
Title: That Is Not Gackt
Pairing: Ueda/Jin
Rating: PG
Summary: Jin doesn't know anything about Gackt (but he does know a lot about fluttering his eyelashes and getting out of trouble).
"I got you something while I was in America," Jin says, beaming at Ueda.
Ueda contemplates smiling hesitantly or backing away in fear. He loves Jin, he really does, but Jin's ideas of good present are strange, to put it lightly. (Who the hell gave Nishikido a set of kitchen knives when everyone knew arming Nishikido with weaponry was like asking Yamapi if he needed to eat).
"Look!" Jin says, holding up blurry pictures of a tall man, covered in facial jewelery and bright colours. He's dancing lewdly with American girls, and other shyer girls hang around the edges of the photo, giggly excitedly and taking pictures. Ueda spies a signature in the bottom corner of the polaroid addressed to 'Tatsuya-chan'.
"This is Gackt, right?" Jin says hopefully, looking at him with wide, doe-like eyes. "I met him in America and I got his signature for you!"
Ueda takes a deep breath. Releases it. Reminds himself that Jin was possibly dropped on his head as a child (and reminds himself that Jin's mother probably didn't drop him, but Jin probably dropped himself - anything is possible if you're Jin) and that Jin always means well (this is what Koyama said about Nishikido as well, but that was clearly a lie since the day right after he said it, Nishikido called him a retard who didn't know he was onto a good thing. He had asked what the hell Nishikido was going on about, but all Nishikido had muttered was, "black hair is mine").
"That's Miyavi," he says, and thwacks Jin on the shoulder. "Not Gackt."
It's kind of stupid and so very Jin to forget, Ueda thinks, starring at Miyavi's strange hair style before leveling an exasperated look at Jin.
Jin starts to pout at him, his lower lip trembling. In about three more seconds, he'd probably try the tears at the edges of his eyes (Ueda knew that this always worked on girls after Jin had offended them by asking if they'd let him touch their boobs. For that matter, it worked on Yamapi as well).
He lowers his head, fighting a smile. It's stupid and a little insensitive -
"...but it's kind of sweet."
"Really?"
"Really. Don't make me repeat it."
"UEDA-HIME!" Jin says happily, and tugs him into a bear hug, wrapping his arms around his middle and propping his chin on his shoulder. "You like me!" he chirps in english, squeezing Ueda.
"Oh god, don't speak english to me all night."
"Engrish good!"
Later on -
"Watch the clothes, Jin,” Ueda says, wriggling about in Jin’s arms. “These crease."
"That's what dry cleaning is for," Jin says knowledgeably.
"...you never did any washing in America, did you."
2. I have a list of fics to get around to reading properly and then to fangirl because this list will be the light at the end of a very long tunnel (better known as, 'holy shit I have a three thousand word research proposal due on Friday and I have no idea what I'm doing').
I'M SO HAPPY THIS LIST IS SO LONG ♥ (but I have a sneaky suspicion I'm missing stuff, so anything you think I might have missed, THIS IS A CHANCE TO THROW ANY LINK AT ME. I AM FREE TO READ ANYTHING THIS WEEKEND, INCLUDING ALL THE CLINT EASTWOOD PORN YOU WANT *BEAMS*) I was trying to find a pairing I'd be reluctant to read and realised... that there wasn't one.
3. Three is a magical number? LIKE IN PORN
ETA: *SHRIEKS WITH LOVE FOR KAWAI*
Also, Kawai? Please invest in life insurance