Shortcakes And Other Poisons, prologue
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awesomechick15title: Shortcakes And Other Poisons
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pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
rating: R
genre: slice of life, humor, fluff
disclaimer: I don't own Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya, Yamashita Tomohisa or any other JE-dude you see jumping around in this fic.
warnings: -
summary: Jin and Yamapi are best friends who live together. When Yamapi gets an opportunity study in an appreciated university, he of course accepts - but he also has to move closer to his new school, leaving Jin without a roommate. Meanwhile Kame is just moving to Tokyo with big dreams and hopes, his only place to stay the floor of a weird friend and a dirty motel. Things happen. (Also part of this 'verse.)
Kame gave a big yawn and stretched his limbs. His other hand was holding already almost empty Starbucks take-away cup; sometimes even he allowed himself some kind of pleasure. When the boy watched outside he could see rain and rapidly changing view. The car was droning faintly and there was two big cardboard boxes on the backseat, next to him.
”You're already awake, dear?”
”Yeah,” Kame mumbled incoherently and tried to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. It took him a moment to realize that the one talking was actually his mother. Kame could clearly remember that when he had fallen asleep his father had been there too.
Like his mother had read his thoughts.
”Papa just played a hitchhiker. He dropped to work when you were sleeping.”
”What time is it? How.. How long have I slept..?”
”Almost an hour, honey,” Kamenashi Satomi answered softly and glanced at her son from the background mirror. ”You've been preparing too hard, it's starting to effect on your health. Just look at those eye bags. And you've lost weight too! Kazuya, when was the last time you ate properly? I know you hate how I'm always nagging, but--”
”Then don't,” Kame snapped. He didn't want to hear his mother's complaints right now.
The boy didn't get any kind of verbal answer anymore. Just a deep sigh and another, worried glance. Sometimes his mother just tried to take care of him too much; he wasn't a kindergartener anymore.
It was true though he'd been pushing himself a bit lately. But he had a real reason – reason called Bunka Fashion School and its entrance exams. It had always been Kame's dream to study there; he was raised in a small town in the countryside and even a thought of the big city and all the opportunities got him high. And also the faint dream of his future.
Kame had been preparing like mad. His life had turned basically to reading, eating and sleeping. Lately, it had really shrunken to the first option only. He wanted this so bad; Bunka was meant for him, waiting there for him. And now, there he was, 23 years old and sitting on the backseat of his mother's car, sipping Starbucks coffee, an opened sketch book filled with notes fallen on his lap. The car was humming quietly, making Kame even sleepier.
Kame had always had it all planned. Since he was a kid he'd known what he'd become – and where. When all the other kids were dreaming about becoming vets and firemen, Kame was talking about how he'd be one day Japan's no. 1 designer. When he was already in the junior high, he proceeded with some elaboration. The title 'designer' changed first to interior designer, then fashion designer. In junior high Kame discovered the existence of Bunka Fashion College – and it was all decided. He'd take the Fashion Technology Department and after that become (somehow) a real designer by Bunka's advanced diploma.
Kame wasn't really an A+ student. Naturally he had done his best in school and was ranked to the high school's top 20 more than twice. Still, he probably hung out with his friends too much, but there'd been times his school success had totally failed. He really hoped it wouldn't affect on his chances to get in his dream school.
Otherwise, he'd be screwed.
The landscape started to change slowly. Before it had been just forests and grey, dull clearings without a single living soul. Now Kame could see they were slowly getting closer to the city; there was already some houses and uptown was probably coming soon. He straightened in his seat and put his coffee cup down.
”So, who are you staying with?”
Mom had opened the conversation again. Kame didn't answer for a moment, but then just shrugged.
”I'll be in a hotel or something. And Jun can always lodge me.”
”... But... Weren't you going to stay in Tokyo permanently?”
”Yeah?”
”... In a hotel? Or at Jun's?”
”I'll make up something, mom.”
Jin sighed and turned the coffee cup in his fingers. He didn't look up, but could easily feel Yamapi's eyes on himself.
“I told you I'm sorry,” the curly-haired, tanned man said softly, not taking his eyes away from Jin even with the obvious lack of reaction.
They were in a cute nearby cafe, the kind of place you always see on your way to school or work but never bother or remember to visit. A table in the corner next to a window was comfortable and nice, private on its own way, and strawberry shortcake was still sweet. But they couldn't be joyous or smiling right now, not even with the extra cream their favorite cashier had given them.
“Yeah,” Jin said quietly, “and I'm not angry at you. I'm happy for you, I am. It's just so sudden.”
Sudden. The official word of the day.
“This doesn't keep us from being friends. You know that, right?” Yamapi answered with a question and laid his hand on Jin's. The latter didn't look up yet, but didn't flinch away either. “I'll still be there for you when you need me. And we'll still have the CAM-nights every Friday!”
“You do realize also naming an evening at home Chinese and Movies-night and even shortening it with CAM makes you even more a loser than you already are?”
“I'm also sitting here and risking my reputation in the neighborhood by holding hands with you like we're a fucking couple or something,” Yamapi snorted. He didn't exactly mean his reputation as people thinking he was straight but people thinking he was available. Jin hopefully knew that.
“Your choice. You wouldn't have to be here.”
“Yes, I would. I've been best friends with you since high school. We've shared an apartment for two years. We smoked pot first time together, got caught, tried to escape and accidentally shattered a gas station's window, making the police think we were trying to rob the place – and then spent the following night in jail together.”
Jin shivered at the memory. Why did Yamapi always choose the most shameful memories to bring up? But he didn't get a chance to ask because Pi kept going.
“We stole Nakano Yuichi's bag and threw it in a lake in the school park – he was the biggest bully in the whole school! We went to Okinawa for two weeks just with the two of us. We set up a goddamn band, even, and played Elvis Presley songs. We tried to collect money for F1 school and ended up almost whoring for that. We learned French – which, by the way, is to me the stupidest thing we ever did. We went to a bar with a fake ID and didn't get ourselves busted. We came out of the closet together to both of our families together and made them think for months we were sleeping together. And then we started to live together.”
Yamapi's face was now plastered with a smile. A smug one.
“You're my bitch, man.”
“What a nice way of telling me how much you love me,” Jin said, grinning a bit and raising his head. “Anyway, now our two years of bachelor paradise is over. With this you're soon officially Todai's art line student. And a Todai student needs his own apartment. For this, I'll order a Bloody Mary next.”
“It's 9 in the morning!”
“Mary's a morning drink, honey.”
“You look fabulous,” Jun said dreamily as he looked at Kame's face and body. The boy – or man – blinked in surprise and confusion.
“And you're a pervert,” he answered automatically, but as Jun looked at him like he was completely missing something important, he added awkwardly: “And you look great too.”
That finally made Jun smile brightly and make a pirouette on the spot. He was obviously showing off his new Diesel jeans, but Kame wasn't really that jealous. His were Levi's.
They were at Jun's apartment. Kame's mother had dropped him off there only few minutes ago, and the welcoming heat and hype of Jun was already surrounding him. There was something weird about Jun no one really understood; he was a happy man, always smiling and active, but there was also a drama queen living inside him, waiting to come out every time something went wrong. Kame didn't know much about Jun's life; only that he was openly gay, toying with men and having a bad habit of high school boys. And that he was an entrepreneur, having his own hair salon Solitaire downtown.
Kame knew Jun from way back. Actually he was the only person Kame knew in advance in Tokyo; Jun had moved to the city years ago. They used to be neighbors and in the same school, and Kame had been Jun's puppy, a little brother to look after to on a way. Jun had taken care of him when he had first entered the big high school uniting with ones in other towns nearby. Their hometown was kind of small, a little village with an active community. The only difference was Jun's dreams weren't big, but he needed rush around him – neon lights, real traffic, people, music, speech, everything. Tokyo was his home before he had ever visited and after Jun had moved away Kame had lost a good friend.
Luckily they kept contact after that. Now Kame had a place to stay at if his hotel – or motel, actually - turned out to be crappy. Not that he wanted to be a nuisance, but it seemed like Jun was happy to have company that wouldn't flee out with ragged clothes next morning.
“So, how about Hiroshi?” Kame asked slowly as Jun took his bags and threw them next to his bedroom door. Jun's apartment wasn't exactly what you would call big, not with the rents on that area, but it was stylish and always had a fashionable and expensive sense to it. Jun used this as an advantage when he invited someone over. This time he walked to the open kitchen, opened his fridge and took out some ingredients. Lime juice, cranberry juice, Triple Sec and vodka. Kame looked at this in awe.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Want a Cosmopolitan?” Jun answered with a question, smirking a little.
“Now?!”
“It's an all day drink, pumpkin.”
a/n: IT'S HERE. ♥ It took a lot longer than I promised and I'm sorry for that. But here is the prologue and soon we'll kick off properly with the story. So, if someone doesn't know, this is a so-called big premiere for my fic universe The Awesome Random Roommate Series (name ftw) which already has some drabbles and one-shots in it.
By the way, anyone has a formspring? Because I got mine few days ago. Feel free to ask something/spam your nickname!
author:
awesomechick15 pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
rating: R
genre: slice of life, humor, fluff
disclaimer: I don't own Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya, Yamashita Tomohisa or any other JE-dude you see jumping around in this fic.
warnings: -
summary: Jin and Yamapi are best friends who live together. When Yamapi gets an opportunity study in an appreciated university, he of course accepts - but he also has to move closer to his new school, leaving Jin without a roommate. Meanwhile Kame is just moving to Tokyo with big dreams and hopes, his only place to stay the floor of a weird friend and a dirty motel. Things happen. (Also part of this 'verse.)
Kame gave a big yawn and stretched his limbs. His other hand was holding already almost empty Starbucks take-away cup; sometimes even he allowed himself some kind of pleasure. When the boy watched outside he could see rain and rapidly changing view. The car was droning faintly and there was two big cardboard boxes on the backseat, next to him.
”You're already awake, dear?”
”Yeah,” Kame mumbled incoherently and tried to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. It took him a moment to realize that the one talking was actually his mother. Kame could clearly remember that when he had fallen asleep his father had been there too.
Like his mother had read his thoughts.
”Papa just played a hitchhiker. He dropped to work when you were sleeping.”
”What time is it? How.. How long have I slept..?”
”Almost an hour, honey,” Kamenashi Satomi answered softly and glanced at her son from the background mirror. ”You've been preparing too hard, it's starting to effect on your health. Just look at those eye bags. And you've lost weight too! Kazuya, when was the last time you ate properly? I know you hate how I'm always nagging, but--”
”Then don't,” Kame snapped. He didn't want to hear his mother's complaints right now.
The boy didn't get any kind of verbal answer anymore. Just a deep sigh and another, worried glance. Sometimes his mother just tried to take care of him too much; he wasn't a kindergartener anymore.
It was true though he'd been pushing himself a bit lately. But he had a real reason – reason called Bunka Fashion School and its entrance exams. It had always been Kame's dream to study there; he was raised in a small town in the countryside and even a thought of the big city and all the opportunities got him high. And also the faint dream of his future.
Kame had been preparing like mad. His life had turned basically to reading, eating and sleeping. Lately, it had really shrunken to the first option only. He wanted this so bad; Bunka was meant for him, waiting there for him. And now, there he was, 23 years old and sitting on the backseat of his mother's car, sipping Starbucks coffee, an opened sketch book filled with notes fallen on his lap. The car was humming quietly, making Kame even sleepier.
Kame had always had it all planned. Since he was a kid he'd known what he'd become – and where. When all the other kids were dreaming about becoming vets and firemen, Kame was talking about how he'd be one day Japan's no. 1 designer. When he was already in the junior high, he proceeded with some elaboration. The title 'designer' changed first to interior designer, then fashion designer. In junior high Kame discovered the existence of Bunka Fashion College – and it was all decided. He'd take the Fashion Technology Department and after that become (somehow) a real designer by Bunka's advanced diploma.
Kame wasn't really an A+ student. Naturally he had done his best in school and was ranked to the high school's top 20 more than twice. Still, he probably hung out with his friends too much, but there'd been times his school success had totally failed. He really hoped it wouldn't affect on his chances to get in his dream school.
Otherwise, he'd be screwed.
The landscape started to change slowly. Before it had been just forests and grey, dull clearings without a single living soul. Now Kame could see they were slowly getting closer to the city; there was already some houses and uptown was probably coming soon. He straightened in his seat and put his coffee cup down.
”So, who are you staying with?”
Mom had opened the conversation again. Kame didn't answer for a moment, but then just shrugged.
”I'll be in a hotel or something. And Jun can always lodge me.”
”... But... Weren't you going to stay in Tokyo permanently?”
”Yeah?”
”... In a hotel? Or at Jun's?”
”I'll make up something, mom.”
× × ×
Jin sighed and turned the coffee cup in his fingers. He didn't look up, but could easily feel Yamapi's eyes on himself.
“I told you I'm sorry,” the curly-haired, tanned man said softly, not taking his eyes away from Jin even with the obvious lack of reaction.
They were in a cute nearby cafe, the kind of place you always see on your way to school or work but never bother or remember to visit. A table in the corner next to a window was comfortable and nice, private on its own way, and strawberry shortcake was still sweet. But they couldn't be joyous or smiling right now, not even with the extra cream their favorite cashier had given them.
“Yeah,” Jin said quietly, “and I'm not angry at you. I'm happy for you, I am. It's just so sudden.”
Sudden. The official word of the day.
“This doesn't keep us from being friends. You know that, right?” Yamapi answered with a question and laid his hand on Jin's. The latter didn't look up yet, but didn't flinch away either. “I'll still be there for you when you need me. And we'll still have the CAM-nights every Friday!”
“You do realize also naming an evening at home Chinese and Movies-night and even shortening it with CAM makes you even more a loser than you already are?”
“I'm also sitting here and risking my reputation in the neighborhood by holding hands with you like we're a fucking couple or something,” Yamapi snorted. He didn't exactly mean his reputation as people thinking he was straight but people thinking he was available. Jin hopefully knew that.
“Your choice. You wouldn't have to be here.”
“Yes, I would. I've been best friends with you since high school. We've shared an apartment for two years. We smoked pot first time together, got caught, tried to escape and accidentally shattered a gas station's window, making the police think we were trying to rob the place – and then spent the following night in jail together.”
Jin shivered at the memory. Why did Yamapi always choose the most shameful memories to bring up? But he didn't get a chance to ask because Pi kept going.
“We stole Nakano Yuichi's bag and threw it in a lake in the school park – he was the biggest bully in the whole school! We went to Okinawa for two weeks just with the two of us. We set up a goddamn band, even, and played Elvis Presley songs. We tried to collect money for F1 school and ended up almost whoring for that. We learned French – which, by the way, is to me the stupidest thing we ever did. We went to a bar with a fake ID and didn't get ourselves busted. We came out of the closet together to both of our families together and made them think for months we were sleeping together. And then we started to live together.”
Yamapi's face was now plastered with a smile. A smug one.
“You're my bitch, man.”
“What a nice way of telling me how much you love me,” Jin said, grinning a bit and raising his head. “Anyway, now our two years of bachelor paradise is over. With this you're soon officially Todai's art line student. And a Todai student needs his own apartment. For this, I'll order a Bloody Mary next.”
“It's 9 in the morning!”
“Mary's a morning drink, honey.”
× × ×
“You look fabulous,” Jun said dreamily as he looked at Kame's face and body. The boy – or man – blinked in surprise and confusion.
“And you're a pervert,” he answered automatically, but as Jun looked at him like he was completely missing something important, he added awkwardly: “And you look great too.”
That finally made Jun smile brightly and make a pirouette on the spot. He was obviously showing off his new Diesel jeans, but Kame wasn't really that jealous. His were Levi's.
They were at Jun's apartment. Kame's mother had dropped him off there only few minutes ago, and the welcoming heat and hype of Jun was already surrounding him. There was something weird about Jun no one really understood; he was a happy man, always smiling and active, but there was also a drama queen living inside him, waiting to come out every time something went wrong. Kame didn't know much about Jun's life; only that he was openly gay, toying with men and having a bad habit of high school boys. And that he was an entrepreneur, having his own hair salon Solitaire downtown.
Kame knew Jun from way back. Actually he was the only person Kame knew in advance in Tokyo; Jun had moved to the city years ago. They used to be neighbors and in the same school, and Kame had been Jun's puppy, a little brother to look after to on a way. Jun had taken care of him when he had first entered the big high school uniting with ones in other towns nearby. Their hometown was kind of small, a little village with an active community. The only difference was Jun's dreams weren't big, but he needed rush around him – neon lights, real traffic, people, music, speech, everything. Tokyo was his home before he had ever visited and after Jun had moved away Kame had lost a good friend.
Luckily they kept contact after that. Now Kame had a place to stay at if his hotel – or motel, actually - turned out to be crappy. Not that he wanted to be a nuisance, but it seemed like Jun was happy to have company that wouldn't flee out with ragged clothes next morning.
“So, how about Hiroshi?” Kame asked slowly as Jun took his bags and threw them next to his bedroom door. Jun's apartment wasn't exactly what you would call big, not with the rents on that area, but it was stylish and always had a fashionable and expensive sense to it. Jun used this as an advantage when he invited someone over. This time he walked to the open kitchen, opened his fridge and took out some ingredients. Lime juice, cranberry juice, Triple Sec and vodka. Kame looked at this in awe.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Want a Cosmopolitan?” Jun answered with a question, smirking a little.
“Now?!”
“It's an all day drink, pumpkin.”
a/n: IT'S HERE. ♥ It took a lot longer than I promised and I'm sorry for that. But here is the prologue and soon we'll kick off properly with the story. So, if someone doesn't know, this is a so-called big premiere for my fic universe The Awesome Random Roommate Series (name ftw) which already has some drabbles and one-shots in it.
By the way, anyone has a formspring? Because I got mine few days ago. Feel free to ask something/spam your nickname!
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Shortcakes And Other Poisons, prologue
Date: 2010-05-05 05:05 pm (UTC)Re: Shortcakes And Other Poisons, prologue
Date: 2010-05-06 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-05 06:58 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the 1st chappiiie! =P
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Date: 2010-05-06 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-06 03:46 pm (UTC)thankiessss! :3
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Date: 2010-05-06 03:46 pm (UTC)thank you so much! ♥
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Date: 2010-05-05 11:54 pm (UTC)I love Yamapi here, LOL.
Yamapi's face was now plastered with a smile. A smug one.
“You're my bitch, man.”
I laughed so hard at this line XDDDD
Looking forward to more~ &hearts&hearts&hearts
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Date: 2010-05-06 03:54 pm (UTC)thank you honey! :33
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Date: 2010-05-06 01:05 am (UTC)Continue please! :D
Thanks for sharing! :)
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Date: 2010-05-06 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-06 02:14 am (UTC)will look up for updates. :)
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Date: 2010-05-06 06:06 pm (UTC)thank you honey! :33 updates coming soon!
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Date: 2010-05-06 03:15 am (UTC)can't wait for the 1st chapter
yamapi and jin are soooo gay ^_^
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Date: 2010-05-07 06:35 am (UTC)thank you! :333
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Date: 2010-05-06 04:30 am (UTC)I like the way you draw a parallel between Jin/Pi and Kame/Jun (with the alcool and comment part^^)
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Date: 2010-05-07 06:36 am (UTC)thank you! :3 i tried to make it visible but soft.
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Date: 2010-05-06 05:58 am (UTC)i want more~
plz update soon!!!
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Date: 2010-05-07 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-06 06:10 am (UTC)hope you'll update soon
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Date: 2010-05-07 06:38 am (UTC)thank you (:
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Date: 2010-05-10 07:35 am (UTC)more coming soon! :3
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Date: 2010-06-29 03:15 pm (UTC)xD
please update soon ne!!
n thanks for sharing!!!!!!!!!
xD
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Date: 2010-07-01 08:56 am (UTC)updates coming soon!