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Make a Wish--JE
Title: Make a Wish
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Characters: KAT-TUN (Jin and Kame main)
Rating: B for ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT
Warnings: I don't even know, but... It might break your brain or make you want to hit me. I will accept my punishment. Also, F-WORD.
Summary: Jin's a minor gangster who wants to be more. He makes a deal, and a wish, and what does he get...?
Notes: Written for the One-Hour Lips PV Challenge. LIPS-VERSE. I cannot stress this enough. I'm taking the PV as a setting/universe. Unedited as per challenge rules. I gave in and edited something like four words because I am an unholy perfectionist.
Other writers for the challenge:
anamuan -- goldengutgirl -- imwahyou -- jackoweskla -- karinberry -- mousapelli -- pearljemz -- shatteredinu -- soucieux -- spurious -- tokyostory -- wintersjuly -- yamapea
"Make a wish."
Jin knows better than to listen to everything a stranger says, or indeed anything. But there's something about the two people whose office he's sitting in that makes him almost care.
Almost.
"Right. And that'll get me what I want without a doubt, will it?"
One of the two men, the one standing, leans forward slightly, his straw-textured hair barely shifting as he looks into Jin's eyes. "It'll work. We don't lie. Do we, Ueda?"
"No, of course not, Taguchi." Ueda smiles hesitantly at Jin, lowering his eyes for a moment as he adjusts the drooping shoulder of his shirt.
Jin rolls his eyes--more at Taguchi than the almost frightened-looking Ueda. "How much do I have to pay?"
"You're a desperate man," Taguchi says, straightening. "But I'm sure we can drive a bargain rather than drive you off."
Jin gets the feeling that being around this Taguchi fellow makes one's eyes pretty adept at rolling. He adjusts his hat and leans over the table to look at a hastily scrawled contract. When he reaches the end of the document, his lip quirks.
"I'll need a guarantor?"
"Yes," Taguchi says, hand already out to take the contract. "Just pick someone. Anyone you know."
Brushing his fingers over the paper, Jin puts on a poker face and looks at Ueda. "What did you say your name was...?" Ueda's eyes widen slightly, then narrow and divert away from Jin's gaze.
"Ueda Tatsuya," Taguchi says. The empty look in his eyes disturbs Jin. "Hurry up and sign, Akanishi."
Jin puts down his own name and, hesitantly, Ueda's. He knows he'll come through with his end of the bargain, though, so it won't be a problem. At any rate, he can't trust anyone near him, so what's condemning a stranger going to hurt?
He pushes the paper over to Taguchi. "Alright. I want--"
"That's not how it works," Taguchi says, rolling up the paper and shoving it into his massive coat. "You leave it to us. You'll know when we're done." Taguchi looks at Ueda, and Ueda quirks what could be mistaken for a smile.
"I'll handle it, Akanishi-san."
====
It's not a friendly town, but Jin doesn't care. It just means he can be ruthless and generally apathetic. As things go, that suits him just fine. At least, he thinks, he gets a nice office with a fantastic view.
The smog covered Tokyo years earlier, but, again, the darkness suits him just fine. It's easier to hide and it makes him harder to read. Harder to find.
He's startled out of his contemplation of just why the Rainbow Bridge is still lit by a voice.
"Akanishi Jin?"
Jin looks over. Standing on the other side of his desk is an unfamiliar figure, one he can only assume is male. His face is shaded, a hat tipped forward to cover his brow.
"Yeah, you've got me. How did you get in? And who--"
"Kamenashi Kazuya." The man--Jin confirms it with another glance--looks up from beneath the hat. His kohl-rimmed eyes make him look depraved, desperate, hungry... "I'm told you have need of my services."
Then, Jin understands, somehow. He can't make the connection, completely, between the men he'd met with and the one standing before him, but the only kind of help he needed was--
"Power. All I'm asking for."
Kamenashi smiles, reminding Jin of the Cheshire cat he'd read about in a book once... Or perhaps of a snake... Pulling his white hat down, Jin suppresses a shudder.
"What kind of power?" Kamenashi taps the front edge of the desk almost impatiently. "Influence? Physical power? Monetary? Allure? We're very particular people where I come from, Akanishi."
Jin places his palms on the desk, as if he's displaying a winning hand of cards. "All of the above, if you can swing it." Kamenashi's shaded half-smile gives him something resembling hope.
Kamenashi places his own hands on the desk, and Jin feels small. "Pick one." Jin glances out the window. His royal flush is more like two of a kind, evidently.
"Influence and allure."
Kamenashi tuts. "That's two."
"Yeah, I can count," Jin replies, lacing his fingers together. "But I'm bored, and that's what I want. Entertainment from those people." He jerks his head toward the window.
A sulfuric scent fills the room as Kamenashi pulls out a yellowed piece of paper, its edges singed. Jin wrinkles his nose as it is placed before him.
Kamenashi bows his head. "Sign here, please, Akanishi-san."
Jin reaches for a pen, but Kamenashi slides a small knife across the desk.
"Are you kidding?" Jin stares in disbelief and disgust. This Kamenashi guy, he decides, must really be fucked up in the head or something.
"This is how we do things, Akanishi-san. Please sign if you'd like our services."
After a few moments' contemplation, he reluctantly places a bloody thumbprint on the signature line. Kamemashi taps the edge of the paper, and the mark burns through the fibers.
Jin doesn't ask. He just watches Kamenashi roll the paper up and stow it away.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Jin."
====
It gets progressively colder in Jin's office as the following days go by, and frankly it pisses him off. He taps the thermostat, threatens the owner of the building and the other tenants, but nothing works.
Then Kamenashi visits again, and things warm up.
"Have you seen the papers, Jin?" Kamenashi brandishes a stack of articles and waits for Jin to take them.
They're nothing short of astonishing.
Akanishi sighted at the famous high-end--
Akanishi makes deal with notorious--
Rumors of rival gang boss's death center around Aka--
"...Um." Jin shuffles through the rest and looks up at Kamenashi. "...What... The hell... Is this?"
"Our deal, Jin," Kamenashi responds. "We're taking care of things for you. You just have to sit back and reap the rewards." The ends of his words are sibilant, and Jin is noticeably disturbed. Even so, Kamenashi's eyes go wide and his tongue darts over his lips. "It's fun for us, Jin."
"Who's 'us'?"
Kamenashi laughs, a heart-chilling sound that Jin swears he will never provoke again. "Myself and my associates."
The conversation wanes, and Kamenashi departs.
To nobody at all, Jin murmurs: "This is entirely fucked up."
====
Weeks later, Jin is feared all over the city, and he is baffled. He hasn't lifted a finger for the cause. The mysterious Kamenashi and his unnamed "associates" had pushed him from an unknown former crime syndicate underling to the iron fist controlling commerce and action.
It felt good, Jin admits to himself, but just plain weird.
He had tried to find out more about Kamenashi using this newfound influence, but was cut off at every turn--usually by the information source dying before he is able to meet with them.
This, of course, is highly suspicious. ("Entirely fucked up," Jin says.)
He imagines that he shouldn't be surprised when Kamenashi shows up in his office flanked by two white-clothed men and wearing a disturbingly smug expression.
"You're coming to tell me you're done, right?" Jin hopes against hope that he's right. A wish turning into a freakish nightmare wasn't what he had in mind when he signed that contract with Taguchi and Ueda...
...Who is standing beside Kamenashi, eyes wandering to the window. On Kamenashi's other side, a blond man is grinning, fingers running over his wrists and tattooed knuckles.
Jin fans himself with his hat briefly. "...Or not."
"You've broken our contract, Jin," Kamenashi says, sounding sadistically delighted. "Clause two."
"...Clause what?"
Ueda sighs and produces the first contract Jin signed. He reads, steadily and softly: "Under no circumstances are you allowed to attempt to interfere with the contracted work. The fine levied for this act is full contract termination, along with the punishment prescribed by the final contract with the contracted individual."
The man on Kamenashi's left stifles a laugh as he produces the second contract, still singed, and with a burn all the way through that Jin recognizes as his "signature".
"Section four: Termination of contract. Should you break any contract terms, you are subject to ultimate judgment by the forces at will. All evidence will be collected by the 'agent'--In this case, Kame here--and presented to the final judge."
"In other words, Jin," Kamenashi says, stepping forward, "We're here to take you on a trip."
Jin stands up quickly and looks frantically at the door. "No, I... Don't really think so."
"I do," Ueda says, gently gripping Jin's arm. "Come with us."
Everything goes blank, and Jin feels hot, then cold, then nothing. He feels faint...
====
Jin opens his eyes, and for a moment he thinks he's alone.
To the side, at the far end of whatever place he's in, there's a dim light.
He stares intently as a figure emerges.
"Akanishi Jin. Unfortunately, you weren't conscious for your trial..." The figure has a man's voice and steps closer. "As I was your judge, I thought I'd come tell you myself."
Jin blinks and rolls onto his back. "Who--"
"My name is Nakamaru Yuichi. Sometimes they call me 'Satan', but I think it sounds too mean. At any rate, welcome. I'll be your host... From now on."
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Characters: KAT-TUN (Jin and Kame main)
Rating: B for ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT
Warnings: I don't even know, but... It might break your brain or make you want to hit me. I will accept my punishment. Also, F-WORD.
Summary: Jin's a minor gangster who wants to be more. He makes a deal, and a wish, and what does he get...?
Notes: Written for the One-Hour Lips PV Challenge. LIPS-VERSE. I cannot stress this enough. I'm taking the PV as a setting/universe. Unedited as per challenge rules. I gave in and edited something like four words because I am an unholy perfectionist.
Other writers for the challenge:
anamuan -- goldengutgirl -- imwahyou -- jackoweskla -- karinberry -- mousapelli -- pearljemz -- shatteredinu -- soucieux -- spurious -- tokyostory -- wintersjuly -- yamapea
"Make a wish."
Jin knows better than to listen to everything a stranger says, or indeed anything. But there's something about the two people whose office he's sitting in that makes him almost care.
Almost.
"Right. And that'll get me what I want without a doubt, will it?"
One of the two men, the one standing, leans forward slightly, his straw-textured hair barely shifting as he looks into Jin's eyes. "It'll work. We don't lie. Do we, Ueda?"
"No, of course not, Taguchi." Ueda smiles hesitantly at Jin, lowering his eyes for a moment as he adjusts the drooping shoulder of his shirt.
Jin rolls his eyes--more at Taguchi than the almost frightened-looking Ueda. "How much do I have to pay?"
"You're a desperate man," Taguchi says, straightening. "But I'm sure we can drive a bargain rather than drive you off."
Jin gets the feeling that being around this Taguchi fellow makes one's eyes pretty adept at rolling. He adjusts his hat and leans over the table to look at a hastily scrawled contract. When he reaches the end of the document, his lip quirks.
"I'll need a guarantor?"
"Yes," Taguchi says, hand already out to take the contract. "Just pick someone. Anyone you know."
Brushing his fingers over the paper, Jin puts on a poker face and looks at Ueda. "What did you say your name was...?" Ueda's eyes widen slightly, then narrow and divert away from Jin's gaze.
"Ueda Tatsuya," Taguchi says. The empty look in his eyes disturbs Jin. "Hurry up and sign, Akanishi."
Jin puts down his own name and, hesitantly, Ueda's. He knows he'll come through with his end of the bargain, though, so it won't be a problem. At any rate, he can't trust anyone near him, so what's condemning a stranger going to hurt?
He pushes the paper over to Taguchi. "Alright. I want--"
"That's not how it works," Taguchi says, rolling up the paper and shoving it into his massive coat. "You leave it to us. You'll know when we're done." Taguchi looks at Ueda, and Ueda quirks what could be mistaken for a smile.
"I'll handle it, Akanishi-san."
====
It's not a friendly town, but Jin doesn't care. It just means he can be ruthless and generally apathetic. As things go, that suits him just fine. At least, he thinks, he gets a nice office with a fantastic view.
The smog covered Tokyo years earlier, but, again, the darkness suits him just fine. It's easier to hide and it makes him harder to read. Harder to find.
He's startled out of his contemplation of just why the Rainbow Bridge is still lit by a voice.
"Akanishi Jin?"
Jin looks over. Standing on the other side of his desk is an unfamiliar figure, one he can only assume is male. His face is shaded, a hat tipped forward to cover his brow.
"Yeah, you've got me. How did you get in? And who--"
"Kamenashi Kazuya." The man--Jin confirms it with another glance--looks up from beneath the hat. His kohl-rimmed eyes make him look depraved, desperate, hungry... "I'm told you have need of my services."
Then, Jin understands, somehow. He can't make the connection, completely, between the men he'd met with and the one standing before him, but the only kind of help he needed was--
"Power. All I'm asking for."
Kamenashi smiles, reminding Jin of the Cheshire cat he'd read about in a book once... Or perhaps of a snake... Pulling his white hat down, Jin suppresses a shudder.
"What kind of power?" Kamenashi taps the front edge of the desk almost impatiently. "Influence? Physical power? Monetary? Allure? We're very particular people where I come from, Akanishi."
Jin places his palms on the desk, as if he's displaying a winning hand of cards. "All of the above, if you can swing it." Kamenashi's shaded half-smile gives him something resembling hope.
Kamenashi places his own hands on the desk, and Jin feels small. "Pick one." Jin glances out the window. His royal flush is more like two of a kind, evidently.
"Influence and allure."
Kamenashi tuts. "That's two."
"Yeah, I can count," Jin replies, lacing his fingers together. "But I'm bored, and that's what I want. Entertainment from those people." He jerks his head toward the window.
A sulfuric scent fills the room as Kamenashi pulls out a yellowed piece of paper, its edges singed. Jin wrinkles his nose as it is placed before him.
Kamenashi bows his head. "Sign here, please, Akanishi-san."
Jin reaches for a pen, but Kamenashi slides a small knife across the desk.
"Are you kidding?" Jin stares in disbelief and disgust. This Kamenashi guy, he decides, must really be fucked up in the head or something.
"This is how we do things, Akanishi-san. Please sign if you'd like our services."
After a few moments' contemplation, he reluctantly places a bloody thumbprint on the signature line. Kamemashi taps the edge of the paper, and the mark burns through the fibers.
Jin doesn't ask. He just watches Kamenashi roll the paper up and stow it away.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Jin."
====
It gets progressively colder in Jin's office as the following days go by, and frankly it pisses him off. He taps the thermostat, threatens the owner of the building and the other tenants, but nothing works.
Then Kamenashi visits again, and things warm up.
"Have you seen the papers, Jin?" Kamenashi brandishes a stack of articles and waits for Jin to take them.
They're nothing short of astonishing.
Akanishi sighted at the famous high-end--
Akanishi makes deal with notorious--
Rumors of rival gang boss's death center around Aka--
"...Um." Jin shuffles through the rest and looks up at Kamenashi. "...What... The hell... Is this?"
"Our deal, Jin," Kamenashi responds. "We're taking care of things for you. You just have to sit back and reap the rewards." The ends of his words are sibilant, and Jin is noticeably disturbed. Even so, Kamenashi's eyes go wide and his tongue darts over his lips. "It's fun for us, Jin."
"Who's 'us'?"
Kamenashi laughs, a heart-chilling sound that Jin swears he will never provoke again. "Myself and my associates."
The conversation wanes, and Kamenashi departs.
To nobody at all, Jin murmurs: "This is entirely fucked up."
====
Weeks later, Jin is feared all over the city, and he is baffled. He hasn't lifted a finger for the cause. The mysterious Kamenashi and his unnamed "associates" had pushed him from an unknown former crime syndicate underling to the iron fist controlling commerce and action.
It felt good, Jin admits to himself, but just plain weird.
He had tried to find out more about Kamenashi using this newfound influence, but was cut off at every turn--usually by the information source dying before he is able to meet with them.
This, of course, is highly suspicious. ("Entirely fucked up," Jin says.)
He imagines that he shouldn't be surprised when Kamenashi shows up in his office flanked by two white-clothed men and wearing a disturbingly smug expression.
"You're coming to tell me you're done, right?" Jin hopes against hope that he's right. A wish turning into a freakish nightmare wasn't what he had in mind when he signed that contract with Taguchi and Ueda...
...Who is standing beside Kamenashi, eyes wandering to the window. On Kamenashi's other side, a blond man is grinning, fingers running over his wrists and tattooed knuckles.
Jin fans himself with his hat briefly. "...Or not."
"You've broken our contract, Jin," Kamenashi says, sounding sadistically delighted. "Clause two."
"...Clause what?"
Ueda sighs and produces the first contract Jin signed. He reads, steadily and softly: "Under no circumstances are you allowed to attempt to interfere with the contracted work. The fine levied for this act is full contract termination, along with the punishment prescribed by the final contract with the contracted individual."
The man on Kamenashi's left stifles a laugh as he produces the second contract, still singed, and with a burn all the way through that Jin recognizes as his "signature".
"Section four: Termination of contract. Should you break any contract terms, you are subject to ultimate judgment by the forces at will. All evidence will be collected by the 'agent'--In this case, Kame here--and presented to the final judge."
"In other words, Jin," Kamenashi says, stepping forward, "We're here to take you on a trip."
Jin stands up quickly and looks frantically at the door. "No, I... Don't really think so."
"I do," Ueda says, gently gripping Jin's arm. "Come with us."
Everything goes blank, and Jin feels hot, then cold, then nothing. He feels faint...
====
Jin opens his eyes, and for a moment he thinks he's alone.
To the side, at the far end of whatever place he's in, there's a dim light.
He stares intently as a figure emerges.
"Akanishi Jin. Unfortunately, you weren't conscious for your trial..." The figure has a man's voice and steps closer. "As I was your judge, I thought I'd come tell you myself."
Jin blinks and rolls onto his back. "Who--"
"My name is Nakamaru Yuichi. Sometimes they call me 'Satan', but I think it sounds too mean. At any rate, welcome. I'll be your host... From now on."