Hmm… like there isn’t enough Akame around….

I watched an akame video on youtube and noticed yet again how much they have changed and how blatantly obvious it is that something (which NOONE but them knows) happened between them. Whether it was because of Johnny or they had a fight, or whatever else people have heard.

Jin isn’t my favourite KAT-TUN member, neither is Kame, lol I prefer all the others before them, I’m just weird like that, but I still wanted to write an akame fic because I remember reading a comment on a fic once that they wanted to see Kame as the bad guy seeing as everyone always makes it Jin, so that’s what I’m going to try and do. Of course, this could always end as an epic FAIL! But yeah, enjoy!

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They had been the best of friends since they were young. Everyone could see it, and not just from the pictures where they are standing side by side or with an arm around the others shoulder; you could see it in their genuine smiles, the happiness in their eyes, the way they glowed – without technological help. They loved each other the way all best friends did, if not bordering on a little more, and Jin was confident that he would be able to go to America, learn English, come back, and everything would be the same as before because they were that close.

Kame was always supporting him. When he was younger and said that he was going to learn English in America, Kame was with him all the way and would even say some English phrases every now and again as a form of support. When they had debuted, Jin said that he was going to find the time to leave, he was determined to do it, Kame would laugh, pat him on the back and agree, “You’ll definitely go to America one day.”

But when the arrangements were finally made, he didn’t notice the strain in Kame’s smile, he didn’t notice how he slowly withdrew himself from Jin’s presence where possible and he was around less and less as the day he left got closer, he didn’t notice the slight bitterness as they talked on the phone one last time before he would be halfway across the world. If he had noticed, then maybe he wouldn’t have gone. If he had noticed, then maybe he would have talked to Kame and found the reason for his strange behaviour.

But he hadn’t, he had left convinced that Kame was happy for him and would welcome him with open arms on his return. He didn’t anticipate the cold shoulder he had got instead. Kame hadn’t been there when he returned. No one was, but then again, he hadn’t mailed the others. He was sure that Kame would have read his email by now, he sent it a week before, just in case Kame was busy, but no one was there, other than his manager. When he walked into the dressing room the next day, everyone was shocked to see him. He put on a big grin and said, “what, didn’t you miss me?” and started laughing as the members came over to him to greet him, apart from Kame who sat in the corner of the sofa reading over a script.

“I guess Kame didn’t give you my message. Oi Kame, didn’t you see the message I sent you?”

“I saw it”

Jin’s smile dropped at his bluntness and how he hadn’t moved his eyes away from the script since Jin had entered the room.

“Oi Kame, aren’t you glad to see me?”

“Yeah, sure, glad you’re back” he turned a page and his voice was like that of a mother who didn’t pay attention to their child and agreed with whatever they said so they would leave.

Koki started laughing loudly and uncomfortably as he ran over to Kame and shoved him in the side, “ahaha, this guy is such a joker.” He whispered to Kame, but it might as well have been a stage whisper, “come on Kazuya,” Kazuya? Jin thought, since when does Koki call him Kazuya?  “Stop acting brave, you know you’ve missed him more than the rest of us.”

Kame slammed the script down on the other side of the sofa and glared up a Koki, “I have not missed him.”

Jin frowned, confused about what was going on in front of him; this wasn’t what he had expected, not what he had imagined his return would be like. He had thought that everyone would be there to greet him when he got off the plane, that he would be swarmed by paparazzi, all the different tabloids that wanted to be the first to find out how America was for him and he would brush them off telling them that he wanted to catch up with his band members first; Kame would be there with a grin on his face and clap him on the back as soon as they got close enough, stick to his side until they got somewhere private where he would jump Jin and hold him so tight that he had trouble breathing, telling him how much he missed him. Instead, no one had been there to greet him, they were all totally shocked that he was back and Kame had just stormed out the room, right past him without so much as glancing at him. Jin was confused to say the least!

He followed after him, “oi Kame what’s wrong?”

“Do me a favour, and call me ‘Kamenashi’ from now on, Akanishi-kun.”

“w-what?” Jin smiled, finding what he was hearing absolutely incredulous, it must have ben a joke.

“You should have just stayed in America. I’m sure you would have like it there a whole lot more than here”

“Kazu…” Jin said quietly, almost scared to say anything.

“Don’t call me that! I can’t believe you thought that you could just come back after ditching us and act as if nothing ever happened!”

“What happened?”

“’what happened’? You left! That’s what happened! You left us, you abandoned KAT-TUN! Betrayed me!”

“Betrayed you? How?”

“You said you’d always be by my side! That you’d always be there for me! And then you went half way across the world!”

“But… you didn’t say anything… you were always saying that I would get there one day, you were supporting me the whole time” he was so confused; it didn’t make sense at all.

“After we had debuted I never thought that you would actually go. I didn’t really think that you would be able to just pull yourself out of the new routine to go over to America to learn fucking English! We had just debuted! After so many years, we were finally releasing songs, doing interviews, we had just started and you left!”

“But –”

“Now that you’re back,” Kame cut him off, “we’re KAT-TUN again. And you’ll be joining cartoon KAT-TUN as if you belong there, you’ll be in the interviews again, and probably steal all the attention because everyone wants to know what America is like; we’ll have 6 part songs and it will look like KAT-TUN are back. But we won’t be, because when the cameras aren’t on, and we don’t need to smile for the fans, I don’t want anything to do with you!!” his voice then became deathly silent as he turned away from Jin, “ I don’t think I’d be able to take it, if you decided you wanted to go to America again.” Kame walked away leaving Jin all the more confused and hurt; he didn’t have his best friend anymore.

The next day, there was a press conference for his return, all of KAT-TUN attended to be questioned as well and he and Kame sat in the middle of everyone next to each other. Kame was smiling and Jin thought that the whole thing the day before must have been a dream; Kame would never say something like that, would he? Jin felt stupid for actually thinking that it had happened, and so he had a stupidly happy grin on his face the entire time, saying how happy he was to be back and how he was looking forward to working hard for KAT-TUN and devoting himself to it completely. There were some jokes and comments about him and Kame which the two of them laughed off as they normally would and Jin took a moment to glance at him during the laughter to once again scold himself for thinking that Kame would be so rash.

“Ne, let’s go for a drink or something” Jin said as they left the conference, stretching his arms above his head.

“Sorry Jin,” Ueda said, “I’ve got to get to the gym” he waved the others off as he gathered his stuff and left.

“I’ve got a show that I need to get to, sorry” Nakamaru explained as he also left with his belongings.

Kame packed his things up and sat on the sofa in the dressing room while he waited for Koki to pack his things up; Jin went and sat next to him, “what about you and Koki?”

“Are you stupid? Did you not hear what I said yesterday? Or maybe you thought I didn’t mean it. Well I did. Me and Koki have plans anyway, so why don’t you just –”

“Kazuya” Koki cut in before he said any more, “let’s go”

Kame swung his bag over his shoulder before heading to the door with Koki behind him. Koki paused at the door and turned to Jin, “see you tomorrow, welcome back.” 

Kame came back and grabbed Koki’s wrists before dragging him away from Jin, “welcome back? What the…” kames voice trailed off as they got further away and Jin sat on the sofa staring at the door, shocked.

Taguchi sat beside him, clapping a hand round his shoulders, “I’ll go get a drink with you Akanishi-kun”

Jin slowly turned to face Taguchi’s smiling face before saying, “sorry, Taguchi, I guess I don’t really feel like going out anymore.”

When he got back to his apartment, he went to his bedroom and fell onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling just feeling drained as all of Kames words from the day before came back to him and hit him all over again. He felt his heart clench and his eyes sting, he pressed the palm of his hands against them before they could spill any tears.

He kept his distance from Kame, there was always three people at least separating them and they referred to each other as Akanishi-Kun and Kamenashi-Kun. But Jin would always glance at him during shows, always watch him when he had the opportunity during concerts; he couldn’t believe that what he had said was for real. He had noticed the closeness between Koki and Kame in no time and it was Yamapi that explained it to him.

“When you left, at first, Kame was pretty down and pissed off at the same time, he didn’t have his best friend anymore after all, I mean, you two had always been together right? You both said it yourselves on 24Hr TV. But yeah anyway, Koki stepped in to try and cheer him up, and soon enough, they became really close and it was like… ” Yamapi cut himself off.

“Like what?”

“Like… like they had been best friends forever.”

Jin lips pressed together in a very thin line after that sentence, he sucked his cheeks in and bit them, blinking away the tears that threatened to escape him. He bit his lip before talking but couldn’t help the crack on the first word, “b-best friends huh…” he tongued his cheek.

He reached into his back pocket for his wallet and left more than enough money for the drinks that they had ordered at the café while Yamapi watched him worriedly.

“Jin- ” Jin didn’t give him a chance to say anything as he walked out the café and headed to his car in the car park nearby, his facial features twitching as he tried to control himself before he got in the car. He was barely able to close the door before he sobbed quietly to himself with his forehead against the steering wheel and his fist smashing against the dash board.

On the first Friday of the following month since his return, he went round to Kames after work, the same way he always used to before he went to America. He was determined to talk to him and get to the bottom of this. He wanted to know what it would take for Kame to forgive him or come to his senses… whichever came first. Kame would always be in on a Friday after work until Jin came round, then they would see if in could drag him out to the clubs with him or if they would stay in and relax with take out and a movie or whatever took their fancy that night. He was the only one that would go to take Kame out of his house and so he automatically expected that he would have just stayed in every Friday for the last 6 months… he couldn’t really see how anything else could have happened, so he was shocked when Koki answered the door instead of Kame.

“Ah, Jin… what are you doing here?”

He stood there speechless for a while, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to form words and sentences and eventually spluttered out a “what are –you– doing here?”

“I’m hanging out with Kame”

“Ko~ki~ mou, how long does it take to pay for take away?” Kame came up behind Koki as Jin bit his bottom lip and watched him drape himself over Koki’s shoulder.

“…oh… it’s not the delivery guy” Koki cringed at the harshness in Kame’s tone and looked at Jin with worry clearly expressed on his face.

“No” Jin whispered in reply to Kame statement.

“let’s go Koki” he said grabbing Koki’s wrist and pulling back towards the living room while kicking the door shut in Jin’s face with his foot and only just missing the tear that fell from his eyes.

Another week went by with Kame blanking Jin in private and barely taking notice of him in shows, interviews and live performances before he’s had enough and  when the next Friday came, he practically followed Kame home and waited for him to open the door before he pushed him in and followed him in closing the door behind him.

“This is stupid! Why are you so mad at me?! It’s not like we were lovers and I ran away and cheated on you or anything!”

Kame’s eyes had widened slightly before narrowing even further than they had so far, “you really don’t remember do you.” his voice was low and his face was dark as he looked down at the ground.

“No Kazu. I do remember and that’s the point!”

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“Kazu-cha~n lets go to a club tonight! I want to dance and drink and listen to loud music and dance”

“You’ve already said you want to dance” Kame laughed.

“Well… that’s because I really do want to dance!”

“Okay then” Kame gave in quickly and said a quick goodbye to his mother before Kame grabbed his wallet and keys and the two of them left.

When they got to the club, Jin practically went to the bar straight away and ordered two drinks for him and Kame.

“You may be of age but I’m not! We’ve just debuted, I don’t want the same thing that happened to NEWS to happen to us!”

“It’s just one drink Kazu, and you don’t seem the lightweight type”

Kame sighed, “Fine, but only one”

“Hai, hai!” Jin said, placing the drink in Kame’s hand. The practically downed their drinks before proceeding to the dance floor.

As the night went on, Jin convinced Kame to have more to drink and soon they were both grinding away with each other, finding their best friends more interesting than any girl with a belt-type skirt. Jin had his hands on Kame’s waist and Kame had his arms on Jin’s shoulders, they gradually got closer and closer together, not really thinking anymore about what they were doing or the consequence of what they were doing. They leant in and kissed, not caring if anyone was watching or if it would be front page news the next day. Luckily for them, no one had seen and no one had even been aware that the two of them had been clubbing together.

They somehow made it back to Jin’s house as it was closer and he had the house to himself so no one would be exposed to the drunk and disorderly idols.

They laughed as they made their way through the door after Jin had a great deal of trouble getting the key in the hole and they collapsed on top of each other on the sofa in the living room nearby. Jin fell on top of Kame, barely keeping his upper body from squashing Kame by having his hands on either side of Kames head. Their legs were tangled with one inside the other. When they finished laughing, they opened their eyes and looked at each other. Both of them couldn’t hide their feelings any longer. They’d kissed again, Jin placing his lips on Kames before pulling back and saying, “I love you”

Kame, barely conscious of the two meanings that could have had replied with, “well we have been best friends for yea-”

“No, I really love you.” Jin had never looked so serious, even if his eyes were slightly clouded with alcohol.

“I love you too”

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“You didn’t mean it, did you?! They were just some stupid drunken words that fell from your mouth for no reason!”

“Of course I meant it! How could I joke about something like that?”

“Then why did you leave? Huh?”

“The later I left, the harder it would have been and the more hurt you would have been if something had started between us. But nothing did.”

“Oh yes, you’re right, it didn’t hurt at all. I didn’t feel a thing. Barely noticed you were gone if I’m completely honest!”

A silence settled between them as Jin tried to think of more to say. But he didn’t have to because Kame had started again.

“We had just confessed to each other, for me, after years of keeping it locked up and being worried that I might do something to cross a barrier, we had finally found that we shared the same feelings for each other and you left. What was the point if you were going to go off and we weren’t going to get anywhere?”

“Kame, plea-”

“I’d like you to leave now.” He said walking back to the door and opening it for him. Jin followed him with his eyes, taking in a deep breath to say something and only resulting in biting his lip and puffing the breath out again.

“Sorry” he mumbled before walking away.

-Fin-

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ummmm sorry guys…I wrote this literally months years ago up to this point and thought I would continue it but now that I’ve read over it, I don’t know where to go next!! So I think I’ll just post it like this and if I can think of how to continue it, or if anyone else wants to continue it… just let me know ;)

Every day. Every day I would go to the same room in the same building and work on the same computer. It was right next to the full sized window, and every day I would see him. Him, with his dark, shoulder length, untamed hair; him, with his casual clothes that he wore every day; him, who I have seen happy, sad, angry and horny.

Opposite this building in which I work, is another building that students live in. Our rooms are directly opposite each other and I can see clearly into his room, just as I expect, he can see into this room. But he never does. Not once in all this time I’ve been watching him has he so much as glanced in this direction. It’s like he doesn’t give a damn about the world outside. I give a damn though. I give a damn about him. He’s beautiful. He’s beautiful and I hope one day I’ll have the opportunity to talk to him and get to know him. I’ve seen all of him already.

He doesn’t have a regular routine, so sometimes in the evenings he’ll be coming out of the shower and I’ll see his body – limp penis and firm buttocks included – as he drops his towel to dress, other times I see him pick out the clothes he is going to wear on a night out and I watch as he tames his wild hair and applies a slither of eyeliner that makes his eyes seem deeper and darker; other nights, when he’s finished his work – and I’ve seen the look of concentration on his face so I know he’s been doing some kind of work – I watch as he leans back in his chair and stretches out his muscles, cracking his knuckles and twisting his wrists, his face relaxes as he leans forward again and types onto his laptop for a bit, he takes the mouse into his hand and clicks.

Soon, his face starts to blush and his eyes become lidded and he switches which hand he holds the mouse in as his other hand slides down his trousers and undoes the jean buckle and zip, his hand slides down the front of his trousers and I see his mouth open slightly and his Adams apple move as he gulps. His hand starts to move up and down and I wish that I could see into them, get a look at his hard shaft that I expect would be as amazing as the rest of his body. Those nights get me so heated up I have to go to the bathroom to relieve myself and then, when I come back, he’s back to his cool faced self, lying on his bed, laughing to a Japanese Drama, or talking for his family on Skype.

I just wish that I could touch his perfect looking skin, feel the heat that comes off his face when he blushes. I know it’s wrong to peep on someone, but he could close the curtains, couldn’t he? It’s not my fault he left them open for everyone to see him. Maybe he knows I’m watching him. Maybe he’s thinking about how someone is watching him while he jerks off and only makes it look like he’s reading or watching something dirty... or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Just like the wishful thinking that one day, he is going to look through the window, straight into my eyes and smile his beautiful smile at me before writing a message on a piece of paper and putting in against the window for me to read, it would say his number and his name and to meet him down stairs in 5 minutes... yup, that sounds like wishful thinking to me.

He’s back. He’s got a plate of food; did I mention he seems to be a great cook? I’ve seen him with various pasta dishes, spaghetti dishes, chilli, rice, Japanese, they all seem delicious from where I’m sitting. I watch as he eats, his tongue darting out every now and again to lick away a bit of sauce, he laughs as his eyes are trained on the screen, I guess he’s watching another drama. He pauses and yells and moments later, a guy enters his room. He takes his eyes away from the screen and talks to him for a while. The new guy takes a seat on his bed before getting up again and looking at the bits and bobs on the windowsill, all little things made by the object of my desires. As he looks out to see the people below, our eyes meet and our stares lock. I see his mouth moving and his hand reaches out trying to grab my dark haired beauty.

Said beauty turns around and looks at the other guy in confusion before a hand is pointing at me and his gaze follows.

It happens. Our eyes are locked. He’s looking at me through his window. He’s reaching for a pen and paper and writing on it. Moments later, he’s stuck it on the window and my eyes move and readjust to read what he has written.

‘quit watching me, PERVERT.’

He keeps it up there with a blob of blue tack before his friend starts laughing and they close the curtains. The curtains are so thick that he can’t even see shadows through them and I instantly feel heartbroken, or maybe I feel like a little child that has had his favourite toy taken away from him, or maybe a child who’s mother decided to turn the TV off during his favourite show, either way, I feel like I’ve lost something and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get it back.

[Part Four]