moon_catcher | [fic] Stop Calling Me!

Title: Stop Calling Me!

Author: gina84
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: Jin apparently owns a phone…
Rating: ~~totally SAFE if you are not Yuichi’s patience~~

Summary: Jin found himself a new hobby. Kame didn’t like it. Maru shouldn’t have stuck his nose into what was none of his business…

A/N: This is random ~~to the extent that not many people will most probably get the point~~……… and it’s definitely NOT a part of my thesis >.< so let’s just pretend I’ve never posted it here, okay? *gets bricked* But since it’s pretty much obvious I did, let me say this little *cough*nonsense*cough* is for my lovely bunny_alice

!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRIS !!!

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Once upon a time there was a very handsome ~~baka~~ boy and a ~~bunny~~ girl and a phone....

“Jin, the dinner is ready,” Kame called out from the kitchen setting a table, nothing spectacular though, but still it was one of the rare evenings they could spend together and he wanted them to eat other than in the living room in front of a television. Jin came over right after work while Kame’s obligations had been over already in the late afternoon so he had time to do some shopping and prepare one of Jin’s favorite pasta. “Jin!”

Kame served the meal but there was still no Jin coming out from the bedroom.

Another minute passed, Kame recomposed the glasses and cutlery on the table then poured wine and overlooked the whole place – twice, just to make sure every detail was fitting in. Not that Jin would have noticed even if something had been out of the place anyway but Kame just needed to occupy himself with something. Otherwise his mind could have started thinking too much about what the hell was Jin doing in the bedroom for more than fifteen minutes without being noisy…

“JIN!” Kame’s patience was already on the edge.

Jin had been acting strangely already for a few last days and today just seemed to top everything. The older one had been literally glued to his phone but from what Kame could catch the calls had been far away from anything work connected. And Kame was not sure whether he actually wanted to know what this all was about.

And if it was what he thought it could have been –

The bedroom door slowly opened and Jin finally came out, a phone at his ear. “I have to go now, I’ll call… no, wait… I said I would call again! I know you actually want me to –” Jin pulled the phone away and kept looking at it in disbelief. “She hung up on me, would you believe that? On me!” he shook his head looking up at Kame, not actually giving heed to the pair of perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in an unspoken question.

“She?” Kame asked but the same moment everything fit into its place.

Oh no…

Jin hid the phone into a pocket of his jeans. “Yeah, she is… I told you about her, didn’t I?” Smiling at the confused younger one Jin pressed a quick kiss onto Kame’s cheek and made his way into the kitchen. “Is it pasta? I’m really hungry today!”

Kame just rolled his eyes not sure about what to think. This was going to not end up well.

Days, even weeks had passed and Kame was not the only one to notice there was something quite odd about Jin’s growing obsession over his phone. Anytime he had a moment between the scheduled obligations Jin spent it with the phone at his ear. At first Kame didn’t think things had got already over the limit but then making a call became the first thing for Jin to do in the morning and the last thing before going to bed. He jumped up at every sound his phone made, his eyes sparkling with expectation only to fade right after spotting the caller’s ID on the display.

Kame wasn’t jealous. He just didn’t know how to fight, or whether he actually should fight at all. Jin had been calling the girl from the far away country for ages now, ever since he had once messed the number while trying to call him, and Kame had got used to it, somehow… well, it hadn’t been more than a call or two a year at first but the amount had been gradually increasing and now Kame didn’t think it was sane anymore. And she surely didn’t like all the disturbing as well, anyway…

Yet it was impossible to talk Jin out of his doing.

Taguchi thought it was funny how jumpy and excited Jin was those days, even more because in his opinion an addiction to a mobile was just a step away from an addiction to a game console and he couldn’t wait he and Jin would spend afternoons fighting against each other in the virtual world of some game.

Ueda, on the other hand, found Jin’s absent-mindedness rather annoying. They had been working on a new song and they had been doing quite well but now the only melody Jin was mumbling all the time was the stupid song of incoming calls. In the end Ueda decided to rather finish the song on his own because Akanishi was apparently helpless and incompetent.

Koki had spent the first days just observing the situation. He had seen Kame trying to talk to Jin but once Jin’s phone started ringing he forgot about his surroundings and left the room. He had heard Jin turning down Kame’s offer for having lunch together, just because he was talking to someone over the phone at the moment. He had even accidentally witnessed Kame hesitating whether he should or not check Jin’s phone left in the dressing room while Jin was in the shower. But Koki didn’t say a word. After all those years he already knew everything was just a matter of time. One way or another Kame would end up knocking at his door eventually, either cursing or crying, that didn’t matter. All Koki had to do was getting some beer ready in his fridge and keep his face.

The only one really caring about what was going on between the two vocalists was, as always, Nakamaru. Maybe because that was the way he was, or maybe he just didn’t like the unnatural, heavy silence every time Jin took his phone and went outside to make a call. Maybe he just had had enough of Kame’s gritted teeth and puffy eyes and stubborn assurances everything was fine. Because everything apparently wasn’t fine and Maru knew it. When it was about Jin, Kame had never been a good actor…

It was already a month after everything had started to be a bit weird when Maru bumped into Kame in the door of their dressing room, the younger one was leaving in an upset rush, not even removing his make-up.

“Kame, what –?”

“Tell him,” Kame waved back into the room, “if he ever ends the fucking call, of course, just tell him we are done. Thank you,” Kame blurted out putting on his dark aviators and with a last look over his shoulder and a heavy sigh left a very stunned Nakamaru Yuichi to enter and find Jin crossing the room from one side to the other and back, talking to the phone.

“Oi! No, no, no… chotto! I didn’t mean it that way! You just can’t –” Jin pouted glaring at the phone.

Maru sighed closing the door. “Jin?”

Not noticing anything around him Jin was furiously tapping the buttons, muttering something Maru couldn’t catch, most of the words probably in English.

“Jin!” Now Maru was standing right next to the other one, a hand put over the phone, and Jin shot his look up, more than annoyed.

“I’m trying to call someone if you didn’t notice! I need –”

“No, Akanishi, the only thing you need is actually to stop calling!” Maru’s voice was calmer than were the thoughts swirling in his head. He didn’t even want to think about the consequences if Kame really did break up with this damn Bakanishi. Or actually when Jin eventually got over his momentary phone obsession and realized what had happened… “Or else you have a problem.”

“Other than Bunny hanging up on me?” Jin snapped, trying to whip the phone out of Maru’s hand.

“Kame.”

Jin puffed. “No, Yuichi. Bunny. What the hell did they teach you at school, that’s completely different species…” Shaking his head in disbelief Jin finally got his phone back. And only as he was about to press the right buttons his eyes met the face he had as a wallie on the display.

Kame.

This Kame.

He gulped and looked up. Absentmindedly he let the phone slip into Maru’s hand. The images of the last days were messily dancing in front of his eyes. He had got so absorbed into talking to the foreign girl he hadn’t realized how much he had been disregarding and ignoring the most important person for him in the whole world.

It was just… of course Jin didn’t do it on purpose, anything of it. He could never have… But she was funny and he found himself liking the way she was bickering with him about almost everything, their witty talks gave him an opportunity to practice his English and he also learned a bunch of new words, even some Portuguese ones… probably… he was not sure though and till now hadn’t had time to look them up in a dictionary anyway.

But nothing… nothing of that was important anymore if…

Kame.

Jin quickly patted Maru’s shoulder. “She is waiting for my call, though. Could you do something about it?”

“What?” Maru thrust out his hand giving the phone back to Jin but the latter was already at the other side of the room opening the door. “Jin, the phone –”

“Just call her and make something up, I don’t have time now.” And with that said, Jin disappeared leaving Nakamaru with his phone. He needed to catch up Kame and do whatever would be needed to reconcile with him. He didn’t even care about any punishment Kame could come up with…

Back in the dressing room, Maru kept looking at the phone and then sighed. It was a bit late for searching for the reason why the hell had he got himself involved into another Akame fight… he really should finally learn his lesson.

It was just another morning.

The whole group had a rehearsal scheduled at freaking 6:30 am and after spending the whole morning in the studio there was a few afternoon photoshootings waiting for them. Jin had been grumpy all the way to jimusho, whining about the lack of sleep and a lot of other things, but right now, lying on the couch in the dressing room with his head on Kame’s lap and the younger one’s hand gently stroking his hair, fingers running through the heavy strands, Jin felt like being in the Heaven.

When they had arrived only to find out they had been the first, for a moment Jin had been about to throw in a bitter remark about all the precious minutes he could have spent yet sleeping but in the nick of time decided to keep his mouth shut knowing better than to tease Kame or get him goat again so soon after the previous little misunderstanding.

“Maybe they could do the photoshootings without us,” Jin was musing, enjoying the light touches, almost purring. “Even without us it would be four people there, no one would notice –”

Kame chuckled. Sleepy Jin was too cute for his own good. “I’m kind of afraid that wouldn’t work.”

“Why not?” Jin pouted snuggling closer to the warmth of the other’s body finding himself more comfortable position and at the same time being able to look up into Kame’s face. “They could take pictures of the five of you when I was away just fine, no one made a fuss about it.”

Once again amazed – and amused – by the simplicity of Jin’s logic Kame needed a moment to take a breath and be able to say something back. But only when the first sound finally slipped down his lips the door opened and Nakamaru came in, a phone in his hand and the display still shining signaling the beat boxer had just finished a call.

Jin nudged Kame trying to go back to their previous conversation – being sure he could make Kame change his mind and skip today’s work eventually, if he tried enough – but they both were engaged by a heavy sigh. Turning their heads they saw Nakamaru dropping his bag and sagging down onto a chair, the phone put on the table right next to him.

Kame and Jin exchanged a quick inquiring look nonverbally trying to push the other to start asking what had happened.

In the end Kame smacked Jin’s head rolling his eyes and clearing his throat. “Ne~”

The phone got ringing and Nakamaru, the always composed and calm Nakamaru groaned running his hand a bit roughly through his hair while taking the phone and staring at it caller’s ID before pushing the receiving button.

Kame caught the sharp intake of air and the desperate, defeated expression in Yuichi’s face before the latter spoke up, unusually loud and harsh.

“Bunny! Stop calling me!”

Jin just gulped and buried his face into Kame’s shirt, pretending he had never been anywhere near. If he remembered correctly, the girl might have mentioned she actually liked Yuichi.......... a lot >.<

~~~ THE END ~~~

"Noooooo!! Bunny will never EVER stop calling Yuichi!!"
>.<

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pics and gifs are not mine, all were ~~stolen~~ found around the internet

once again sorry for the randomness ^_^;;;

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