12 year old Akanishi Jin’s list of life long dreams
- Paris
- Marrying the Perfect Girl
- A House by the Sea
28 year old Akanishi Jin’s list of life long dreams
- Kame.
Étoile de Montmartre
1Shot, 3Parts 1, 2, 3
Soundtrack: Listen.
They could only talk over an intercom. Jin couldn’t even be in the same room, nor is he allowed to look through a glass window. He only gets five minutes. His guard shoves him into the control room, a look of pure, unmasked disgust glinting in the man’s eyes. Jin shakes it off. He brings the microphone close to his lips. “Kame.” Weak murmur. “Jin.” Jin breaths out, steadying himself. “How are you?” “Bored as fuck.” Kame chuckles, a hacking cough splitting through the laughter. “I’m going to get you out soon.” Jin says firmly, as best as he can, “Don’t die.” Kame gathers enough energy to release another soft laugh. “I’m a spy too, okay? They may have me on my death bed,” Jin cringes, “But it doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them.” “I’m going get you out.” Jin repeats, almost for his own sake more than Kame’s, “Bye.” Jin pushes himself up, a few steps from slipping through the door, when the static of Kame’s voice breaks through the silence. “Jin.” Walk away, Akanishi. “Okinawa.” Walk away. Walk—away—“Okinawa.” As Jin is dragged back through the hall, he turns to his guard. “Bring me to the ring leader.” The man smirks. “Gladly.” Sleeping Beauty can rise from the deep, paralyzing sleep, that is for sure. The prince—the prince just has to die.
Part 1. “Olympic medal or not. You remember that.” Jin says firmly yet gently, strongly yet softly. Kame’s fingers brush against the surface of the make shift medal, the creases superimposed upon his touch. He feels like crying, completely, because trust Jin to be unbearably corny and sentimental and—the best. Jin is the best. This doesn’t matter, Kame thinks, him losing doesn’t matter, him being a jab away from qualifying doesn’t matter, the unusual call by the referee doesn’t matter. By the end of it all, as Kame steps back onto Japanese soil, Jin is waiting, and he’s always waiting. He’s already, and has always been, Kame’s olympic victory. 「 28/100 赤亀 posts | Because London 2012 is over.」
“I am not giving you the medallion.” Kame frowns as the other finally reaches his part of the pub tables. “The treasure I’m looking for this time around isn’t really of the golden kind.” Jin answers, offering him a friendly smile. “I think it’s time we set sail together again.” Kame downs his last gulp of rum. “You stole the Queen of Pirates from me.” “In my defense, you stole my heart, so the ship evens it out quite nicely.” Kame rolls his eyes, smirking against the side of his hand as he wipes his lips dry. “You’re the worst captain I’ve had the misfortune to meet.” Jin challenges him with a victorious grin. “You can show me how to be a better one as we board the ship, then.” 「 26/100 赤亀 posts | Of Thieving Pirates」
How’s London? Bright. Beautiful. Bustling. You could have just said awesome, you over achiever. Now whose fault is it I ended up an over achiever again? Oh, shut up. How’s Japan? Rooting like fuck for you to sweep all the wins. Oh, sure, no pressure there. I don’t even—wait. Fuck, I gotta go. There’s an orientation meeting in fifteen minutes. London is calling, huh? Got to answer. Kame. Hm? You’re the best. You remember that. *Laugh.* I love you too. 「 25/100 赤亀 posts | Because it’s Olympics 2012.」
Backmasking n. The instinctive tendency to see someone as you knew them in their youth, a burned-in image of grass-stained knees, graffitied backpacks or handfuls of birthday cake superimposed on an adult with a degree, an illusion formed when someone opens the door to your emotional darkroom while the memory is still developing. ; *credit 「 24/100 赤亀 posts | All I See is a Backmask of You」
They have the most unconventional of all friendships—Miroku’s the revered son of the city’s police commissioner, while Kousaku’s a struggling boxer skipping over his high school education. Two extremely different people meeting so easily—it’s not something that happens everyday. “We’re friends, aren’t we?” Kousaku quips, grinning wide, “Then I’ll win for you too.” Miroku laughs, but it feels hollow. “Thanks,” friend. Yes. It feels hollow indeed. 「 23/100 赤亀 posts | Yukan Club + 1ポンドの福音」
The motorcycle they both hobbled off from is gleaming under the bright sunlight. “Do you understand?” The stranger repeats with so much conviction that it takes Kame aback. “Okay.” he manages to mutter in response, fingers pressing against the ache wrapped around his shoulder. That fucker of a boss has the strongest grip. “Where are you off to now?” Stranger asks like they’ve known each other for years and years, like they’ve played together as children and then shared post break-up beers as adults. Kame scoffs a little under his breath. “Well, you sucker punched my employer. Obviously back to the club isn’t an option now.” Stranger smiles, throwing him an extra helmet. “Come with me, then.” Kame looks at him like he’s crazy. But Stranger looks back with this smile that’s so much more an enticing invitation than just a quirk of the lips—so Kame ends up putting the helmet on. He doesn’t realize it yet, but he also ends up with a best friend he could keep for life.「 22/100 赤亀 posts | Nobody Hurts You」
Bringing me one step closer to you. 「 21/100 赤亀 posts | Artificial Intelligence V.2 ; Where the only way Kame can save Jin’s life is by storing his heart in an android unit.」
“No matter how good looking you might be?” Jin has always been a flirtatious dumbass. Yamashita, his brother, will probably throw the biggest hissy fit if he found out he’s actually chatting up a demonic spawn of hell. “I am open to any of your attempts.” the demon taunts, eyes crinkling in what could only be described as cocky enjoyment. “And by the way, I have a name.” Demon-with-a-name draws close, whispering. “Kame.” Okay. Jin tells himself, breathing slowly, I’m killing him last. 「 20/100 赤亀 posts | Supernatural」
