[KAT-TUN] Fragments of Time, PG-13, Angst, Akame

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flaming_icicles wanted Akame from KAT-TUN, with the line "What I need now is an honest answer, to make everything better." I hope you don't mind that I tweaked it a little. Also, you said you didn't mind angst, so here is some in bucketfuls! :D;; Er, I hope you don't hate it...


Fragments of Time
KAT-TUN, Akame, PG-13, 1053 words
In which a relationship deteroriates over time.


Fragments of Time
by meitachi

Jin put the bottle down on the table very carefully. Even more carefully, he sat down in the nearby chair. Still more carefully—because he was a very careful kind of guy and his mother had always stressed safety first—he said into his cell phone, “’Mot drunk.”

He blinked at the skeptical scoff on the other end of the line. “’M not drunk,” he tried again. He smiled, satisfied.

“Goddammit, Jin, you wake me up at eight in the morning and you’re trashed! What time is it in the States?” Jin heard a few beeps and then Yamapi’s voice returned, even more disgusted than before. “It’s seven at night and you’re drunk already? Are you by yourself? What the hell are you doing over there?”

“I tol’ you ‘mot drunk!” Jin insisted. He stared at the bottle in front of him with great intent. It was only…somewhat gone. Not at the top but not all the way down to the bottom either. But not in the middle. Sort of between the middle and bottom, but closer to the bottom. Or if the middle and bottom had another middle, it was closer to that… The point was—there was still pretty amber liquid in it. Lots. Plenty.

“I’m hanging up on you,” Yamapi announced after three minutes passed in silence.

Jin quit looking at the bottle and said, “Hey,” just as the phone clicked.

--

The next day, Jin woke up with a killer headache and a terrible mood. He cursed at things in alternating Japanese and English and damned Yamapi to seven kinds of hell. He was too busy feeling sick and pissed off to remember that he and Kame had kissed for the first time four years ago yesterday.

--

“You’re such an asshole,” Jin said to Kame.

“Well, you’re a whore.” Kame smiled at him, knife-edged and bitter. “Why don’t you go back to Yamapi and Nishikido?”

Jin balled his hands into fists and didn’t hit Kame. “Why not suck up to the directors a little more?” he shot back. “So you can have the spotlight on you all the time. I mean, it’s not like you have five other people in the band.”

Kame tilted his head and Jin hated how he still looked good when being such an utter bastard. “Too bad I’m the only one who does anything in this band,” he said, voice like poison, “and that I’m the only one who looks good doing it, too.” He raked his eyes over Jin with a look that obviously found Jin lacking.

That kind of arrogance could never be attractive. Jin turned his head away. He didn’t hit Kame. He didn’t say, “Fucking jackass. Get out of our band.” He just walked away.

Kame watched him go without a word.

--

Jin kissed the girl because she was pretty, American, and liked to stroke his hair. She said his accent was cute, didn’t believe he was famous, and she pressed herself all along his body when they danced so he could feel her heat. She tasted like rum and Coke and wore tall, chunky black boots.

--

“What’s wrong?” Kame asked Jin, slinging an arm around his shoulders. He looked young without all the makeup he’d been wearing lately, and concerned. “Was it what Ueda said? C’mon, I need an honest answer, so that I can make things better.” He offered Jin a half-smile and knocked their foreheads together gently.

Jin sighed and flipped idly through the magazine in his lap, not really seeing the content. “Is he really mad?” he asked, pursing his lips.

Kame rolled his eyes and snorted. “Well, kind of. He’s always in some sort of pissy mood.”

“I didn’t know he hated cameras that much,” Jin whined, leaning into Kame.

“Then he’s not suited for this job,” said Kame, shrugging casually. He smiled again at Jin’s unhappy expression. “Nah, he’ll be over it by dinner. He can never stay mad at you. He knows you never mean what you do—you’re too dumb.”

“Hey!” said Jin and bit Kame’s nose, and then they were laughing again.

--

“So what’s up?” Jin asked Koki.

“Not much,” was the tired response.

“So what’s up?” Jin asked Yamapi.

“Don’t ask,” was the disgusted reply.

“So what’s up?” Jin asked Ryo.

“Just your ex-boyfriend selling secrets of your past relationship to the tabloids,” Ryo informed him caustically. “By which I mean that he’s whoring for attention again, this time telling anyone who’ll listen that he’s the only who does anything in the band and obviously needed a break more than you did.”

--

Jin caught Kame’s hand as they rushed backstage after a performance and tugged him into an empty room. Ten minutes until the next set and Jin was short of breath and high on adrenaline, sweaty and eyes alight.

“What—” said Kame, looking at Jin just as Jin leaned forward and kissed him.

Their first kiss was fast and sloppy as Jin licked the inside of Kame’s mouth and Kame blinked in shock before melting into it, his hand curling around Jin. It was hot and slick and wet—Jin thought he could taste the diet Coke Kame had drunk just before the previous set—and when they pulled away, they were panting even harder than before.

Seven minutes until the next set.

“Jin,” said Kame, his bangs sticking up at odd angles.

“Let’s change,” said Jin, grinning as he ran his fingers through Kame’s sweat-soaked hair, smoothing them out.

“But,” said Kame, bewildered, and Jin kissed him again, quick and sweet. Kame’s confusion melted into a smile. He stripped off his shirt and dashed out of the room to the racks of clothes and assistants that awaited them further down the hall, calling out laughing taunts to Jin, his boots pounding unheard in the music and bustle backstage. Jin followed, shouting back happily.

--

Jin dialed a number he hadn’t called in months and hated the way his heart clenched up at the sound of the cool voice that picked up. He steeled himself and said the words he hadn’t been able to say before: “Fucking jackass. Get out of our band.”

He hung up before he could add “I hate you” because, after all this time, it would never be true.


Started/Finished: 12.21.2006

Um, if it's confusing, ask and I'll clarify. ::runs away from Kame fans::