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crazychickencow I'd do this for her. And I am. because she is having a slightly rough time at the minute and i am trying to make it better with fandom and bandom. So, here is me trying!
First! A drabble!
Arashi, Aiba/Jun, something fluffy
1,541 words (WHAT SORT OF DRABBLE IS THAT?)
Sort of a Mafia AU? I don't know, just go with it folks. Cut text by My Chemical Romance, inspiration by Batman: Gotham Knight. No I don't understand it either.Also, for something that was supposed to be a drabble, it got sort of out of hand. FAIL
"Hard day at the office, darling?"
"Fuck off Ninomiya," Jun spat, working his fingers in the knot of his black tie as he toed off his black patent leather shoes. Nino smirked from his place on the floor, tie equally askew and top buttons of his skirt undone and paused whatever stupid game he was playing now - currently it seemed to be a shoot-em-up. Jun stopped moving, stopped the furious train of thoughts stampeding through his head to just glare at Nino. Fuck him, the scrappy little bastard; fuck him and the way he always got day duty in the house where it was fucking peaceful and quiet and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. His lips twitched into a snarl as the annoyance bled into his throat and clumped into words, ready to be spat in his stupid face.
"He wants you." Sho said calmly as he came into the room, smoothing down the lines of the tailored black suit and slipping dark sunglasses from his head to his nose. Nino laughed softly, breaking the epic stare war he and Jun were having and flopped back onto the pine floor, stretching languidly like a cat in a patch of sunlight.
"That's nothing we didn't already know," He smirked. Jun knew Sho was rolling his eyes, even if he couldn't actually see it through the glasses. Sho apparently was graced with the patience of saints and holy men because he ignored Nino's comment and the following suggestive noises and instead moved to where Jun was still frozen in the hall. He cracked his fingers, a habit that normally Jun found extremely annoying and made him grit his teeth, but when Sho did it, it wasn't. It was more a precursor, a gentle warning that Sho was all business and completely focusing on the task in hand. And his current task in hand was brushing out the creases in Jun's suit with his hands and, producing a black silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood splatters from Jun's face with a singular care and focus that could have brought nations to its knees or turned a nun to sin.
"All better." He smiled and Jun returned it, suppressing his shiver at how creepy Sho was when you couldn't see his eyes.
"You don't want to keep him waiting~~!" Nino sang, still on the floor, apparently having watched every moment of Sho's Mothering. Jun's lip twitched at the humour burning in the dark of Nino's eyes, the dark amusement in the twist of his lips and the clench of his jaw that told him how he was trying not to laugh out loud. Jun drew the gun out of his shoulder holster and aimed it at Nino's head. Not that he needed to be particularly accurate at this range, but Jun was nothing if not perfectionistic. Nino didn't blink, just waited until the threat spilled out, like acid.
"If you don't want to bleed to death on the floor, I would suggest you shut your mouth."
"Oh Jun, you know how bloodplay turns me on~." He laughed, then laughed harder at Sho's disapproving look, then laughed even harder as the vein in Jun's head twitched. (Nino loved that little vein - loved to coax it out and taunt Jun with its existence. Jun always said it only existed because Nino was the bane of his life. Nino was inclined to agree.)
"Don't make him wait any longer." Sho sighed, but smiled as he said it, toeing his shoes on. Jun counted to ten, then counted to twenty upon accidentally catching sight of Nino's stupid face again and padded softly through the house.
After wandering the maze of identical hallways and quiet whispering for a few minutes, he came across Ohno sitting on the outdoor step, calmly watching the garden as if it was revealing secrets to him.
"I can't believe you're our leader sometimes."
Ohno didn't turn around - doubtless he had heard Jun coming from the second he started heading for Aiba's room - but smiled distractedly at the koi pond.
"I could still kill you without moving from here." Jun rolled his eyes but smiled. It was true.
"Some bodyguard you are. Sitting pondering life's mysteries when you're supposed to be guarding the head of the most influence and most dangerous yakuza family in Japan."
Ohno never took Jun's bait the way Nino did. Nino would take Jun's venom and spit it back at him. Ohno absorbed the venom and responded with rain. Clear, cold and true.
"Who says I can't do both at the same time? There was an attempt earlier." Ohno says 'attempt' like it's a mild annoyance when in truth there is nothing mild about around 20 trained exceptional gunmen charging through the place you call home and trying to kill you and your boss. Jun looks at Ohno a little closer and sees the first flush of bruises on his knuckles, the dried blood in the cuffs of his otherwise pristine white shirt, the tell-tale smudge of dark colour on his cheeks foretelling a painful bruise.
"Oh yeah?"
"We dealt with it." Clear, cold and very very true. Jun is about to ask more, press for details because he doesn't like not knowing the events of the house, when the voice comes through the door.
"Is that Jun? Is Jun home?" And just like that, Jun's back straightens, his heart beats a little faster and none of his attention is on anything that isn't the voice behind that door. He slides the door open, closes it, takes a few steps in and kneels down without glancing into the room.
"Not looking at me today Matssun?" The voice says, rumbling with contained laughter and sunshine and seriously how could anyone in the world think that the owner of this voice deserves attempts on his life eight days out seven and maybe a few more if the weather's bad. Jun's practically shaking keeping himself in check. He's a soldier, he's a killer, he's a subordinate, he works for the yakuza. He does not have the right to make his own choices; he's a pawn.
Except, except that's not true. Every other yakuza Jun knows, every other family he's seen (when he sneaks in at night to kill or leave a message or just watch), none of the head's act like Aiba does. Aiba treats Ohno and Sho and Nino like they're family, like brothers, like something Aiba cherishes and really really loves. Aiba treats Jun like he's a prize he didn't expect to win. (Sort of a crappy prize, Jun thinks and his fingers twitch in sulky annoyance against the expensive fabric of his trousers. And then his fingers twitch again but not in annoyance but because Aiba is trailing his fingers over the swell of Jun's lower lip and then ghosting his fingertips across his cheeks.
"You were fighting today." Aiba remarks like it was a playground scuffle and it startles a laugh from Jun's lips and twines into the arc of Aiba's fingers. He looks up and wants to laugh hysterically, sob and tell Aiba that yes, yes he was fighting and hey, I killed 3 men with my bare hands and shot at least 11 more and that was before lunch but he doesn't. Aiba just smiles, like he approves of what he sees and kisses him.
Aiba kisses sweetly like a childhood song and tastes like plum and sugar and rice and shakes like he can't believe Jun let's him do this. And Jun would, even if he didn't love Aiba, even if he didn't find him distractingly attractive which he does, obviously. Aiba kisses him, deeply and thoroughly, like Jun's mouth holds secrets that Aiba can lick out and he'll happily spend the rest of the sunlight hours doing just that and hums occasionally in contentment. After minutes (or hours or days or lifetimes) of breathingtastingfeeling Aiba, he pulls away and rests his forehead against Jun's. They're both breathing heavily but not in time so every time Aiba breathes out shakily, Jun breathes him in.
"You do so much for me."
"Well, you do pay me." Jun manages to whisper and then winces at how it sounds aloud. Aiba just laughs though, quiet puffs of breath and the gentle shake of his shoulders and the flutter of his eyelashes against Jun's skin.
"Oh, so you only do this for my money?" Aiba smirks and Jun has a thousand good responses for that, honestly he does, but it's just that...well, kissing Aiba again seemed the best out of all of them. He swallows the pleased little surprised noise and kisses him, licks into his mouth and bites his lip and cards his fingers through Aiba's hair and gasps, a little desperately. When they break apart again, Aiba leans back a little and beams like sunshine (and Jun knows, knows, he would tear Japan apart and bathe in the blood of every other yakuza family if it meant that Aiba always smiled at him that way) and the afternoon sunshine catches in his hair and he dazzles Jun's eyes as he shyly admits
"Maybe it's a little more than the money, then?"
Jun only beams in agreement and leans in again.
Or, rather apparently this is just going to be the drabble which actually is more of a ficlet because the ficlet idea is bouncing about my brain but it is after 3 and i am still sort of ill so there will be ficlet tomorrow.
/o\ utterly made of fail, i am sorry Lauren.
In other news I made my brother watch a little of Life On The Murder Scene with me because i am trying to get him to study other drummers and their style so we watched some of the live footage and fuck me, BOB BRYAR. My love for you is not exactly pure but it is burning. Like a sun. And Frank, you are a tiny powerhouse of makeup and ink and awesome. And Gerard is campy and makeup and greasy and his stupid face my god people. My Chemical Romance, my god ♥
Also, I am falling completely back in love with Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Expect rambling when i am, y'know, vaguely coherent again.
crazychickencow I'd do this for her. And I am. because she is having a slightly rough time at the minute and i am trying to make it better with fandom and bandom. So, here is me trying!First! A drabble!
Arashi, Aiba/Jun, something fluffy
1,541 words (WHAT SORT OF DRABBLE IS THAT?)
Sort of a Mafia AU? I don't know, just go with it folks. Cut text by My Chemical Romance, inspiration by Batman: Gotham Knight. No I don't understand it either.Also, for something that was supposed to be a drabble, it got sort of out of hand. FAIL
"Hard day at the office, darling?"
"Fuck off Ninomiya," Jun spat, working his fingers in the knot of his black tie as he toed off his black patent leather shoes. Nino smirked from his place on the floor, tie equally askew and top buttons of his skirt undone and paused whatever stupid game he was playing now - currently it seemed to be a shoot-em-up. Jun stopped moving, stopped the furious train of thoughts stampeding through his head to just glare at Nino. Fuck him, the scrappy little bastard; fuck him and the way he always got day duty in the house where it was fucking peaceful and quiet and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. His lips twitched into a snarl as the annoyance bled into his throat and clumped into words, ready to be spat in his stupid face.
"He wants you." Sho said calmly as he came into the room, smoothing down the lines of the tailored black suit and slipping dark sunglasses from his head to his nose. Nino laughed softly, breaking the epic stare war he and Jun were having and flopped back onto the pine floor, stretching languidly like a cat in a patch of sunlight.
"That's nothing we didn't already know," He smirked. Jun knew Sho was rolling his eyes, even if he couldn't actually see it through the glasses. Sho apparently was graced with the patience of saints and holy men because he ignored Nino's comment and the following suggestive noises and instead moved to where Jun was still frozen in the hall. He cracked his fingers, a habit that normally Jun found extremely annoying and made him grit his teeth, but when Sho did it, it wasn't. It was more a precursor, a gentle warning that Sho was all business and completely focusing on the task in hand. And his current task in hand was brushing out the creases in Jun's suit with his hands and, producing a black silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood splatters from Jun's face with a singular care and focus that could have brought nations to its knees or turned a nun to sin.
"All better." He smiled and Jun returned it, suppressing his shiver at how creepy Sho was when you couldn't see his eyes.
"You don't want to keep him waiting~~!" Nino sang, still on the floor, apparently having watched every moment of Sho's Mothering. Jun's lip twitched at the humour burning in the dark of Nino's eyes, the dark amusement in the twist of his lips and the clench of his jaw that told him how he was trying not to laugh out loud. Jun drew the gun out of his shoulder holster and aimed it at Nino's head. Not that he needed to be particularly accurate at this range, but Jun was nothing if not perfectionistic. Nino didn't blink, just waited until the threat spilled out, like acid.
"If you don't want to bleed to death on the floor, I would suggest you shut your mouth."
"Oh Jun, you know how bloodplay turns me on~." He laughed, then laughed harder at Sho's disapproving look, then laughed even harder as the vein in Jun's head twitched. (Nino loved that little vein - loved to coax it out and taunt Jun with its existence. Jun always said it only existed because Nino was the bane of his life. Nino was inclined to agree.)
"Don't make him wait any longer." Sho sighed, but smiled as he said it, toeing his shoes on. Jun counted to ten, then counted to twenty upon accidentally catching sight of Nino's stupid face again and padded softly through the house.
After wandering the maze of identical hallways and quiet whispering for a few minutes, he came across Ohno sitting on the outdoor step, calmly watching the garden as if it was revealing secrets to him.
"I can't believe you're our leader sometimes."
Ohno didn't turn around - doubtless he had heard Jun coming from the second he started heading for Aiba's room - but smiled distractedly at the koi pond.
"I could still kill you without moving from here." Jun rolled his eyes but smiled. It was true.
"Some bodyguard you are. Sitting pondering life's mysteries when you're supposed to be guarding the head of the most influence and most dangerous yakuza family in Japan."
Ohno never took Jun's bait the way Nino did. Nino would take Jun's venom and spit it back at him. Ohno absorbed the venom and responded with rain. Clear, cold and true.
"Who says I can't do both at the same time? There was an attempt earlier." Ohno says 'attempt' like it's a mild annoyance when in truth there is nothing mild about around 20 trained exceptional gunmen charging through the place you call home and trying to kill you and your boss. Jun looks at Ohno a little closer and sees the first flush of bruises on his knuckles, the dried blood in the cuffs of his otherwise pristine white shirt, the tell-tale smudge of dark colour on his cheeks foretelling a painful bruise.
"Oh yeah?"
"We dealt with it." Clear, cold and very very true. Jun is about to ask more, press for details because he doesn't like not knowing the events of the house, when the voice comes through the door.
"Is that Jun? Is Jun home?" And just like that, Jun's back straightens, his heart beats a little faster and none of his attention is on anything that isn't the voice behind that door. He slides the door open, closes it, takes a few steps in and kneels down without glancing into the room.
"Not looking at me today Matssun?" The voice says, rumbling with contained laughter and sunshine and seriously how could anyone in the world think that the owner of this voice deserves attempts on his life eight days out seven and maybe a few more if the weather's bad. Jun's practically shaking keeping himself in check. He's a soldier, he's a killer, he's a subordinate, he works for the yakuza. He does not have the right to make his own choices; he's a pawn.
Except, except that's not true. Every other yakuza Jun knows, every other family he's seen (when he sneaks in at night to kill or leave a message or just watch), none of the head's act like Aiba does. Aiba treats Ohno and Sho and Nino like they're family, like brothers, like something Aiba cherishes and really really loves. Aiba treats Jun like he's a prize he didn't expect to win. (Sort of a crappy prize, Jun thinks and his fingers twitch in sulky annoyance against the expensive fabric of his trousers. And then his fingers twitch again but not in annoyance but because Aiba is trailing his fingers over the swell of Jun's lower lip and then ghosting his fingertips across his cheeks.
"You were fighting today." Aiba remarks like it was a playground scuffle and it startles a laugh from Jun's lips and twines into the arc of Aiba's fingers. He looks up and wants to laugh hysterically, sob and tell Aiba that yes, yes he was fighting and hey, I killed 3 men with my bare hands and shot at least 11 more and that was before lunch but he doesn't. Aiba just smiles, like he approves of what he sees and kisses him.
Aiba kisses sweetly like a childhood song and tastes like plum and sugar and rice and shakes like he can't believe Jun let's him do this. And Jun would, even if he didn't love Aiba, even if he didn't find him distractingly attractive which he does, obviously. Aiba kisses him, deeply and thoroughly, like Jun's mouth holds secrets that Aiba can lick out and he'll happily spend the rest of the sunlight hours doing just that and hums occasionally in contentment. After minutes (or hours or days or lifetimes) of breathingtastingfeeling Aiba, he pulls away and rests his forehead against Jun's. They're both breathing heavily but not in time so every time Aiba breathes out shakily, Jun breathes him in.
"You do so much for me."
"Well, you do pay me." Jun manages to whisper and then winces at how it sounds aloud. Aiba just laughs though, quiet puffs of breath and the gentle shake of his shoulders and the flutter of his eyelashes against Jun's skin.
"Oh, so you only do this for my money?" Aiba smirks and Jun has a thousand good responses for that, honestly he does, but it's just that...well, kissing Aiba again seemed the best out of all of them. He swallows the pleased little surprised noise and kisses him, licks into his mouth and bites his lip and cards his fingers through Aiba's hair and gasps, a little desperately. When they break apart again, Aiba leans back a little and beams like sunshine (and Jun knows, knows, he would tear Japan apart and bathe in the blood of every other yakuza family if it meant that Aiba always smiled at him that way) and the afternoon sunshine catches in his hair and he dazzles Jun's eyes as he shyly admits
"Maybe it's a little more than the money, then?"
Jun only beams in agreement and leans in again.
Or, rather apparently this is just going to be the drabble which actually is more of a ficlet because the ficlet idea is bouncing about my brain but it is after 3 and i am still sort of ill so there will be ficlet tomorrow.
/o\ utterly made of fail, i am sorry Lauren.
In other news I made my brother watch a little of Life On The Murder Scene with me because i am trying to get him to study other drummers and their style so we watched some of the live footage and fuck me, BOB BRYAR. My love for you is not exactly pure but it is burning. Like a sun. And Frank, you are a tiny powerhouse of makeup and ink and awesome. And Gerard is campy and makeup and greasy and his stupid face my god people. My Chemical Romance, my god ♥
Also, I am falling completely back in love with Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Expect rambling when i am, y'know, vaguely coherent again.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:35 pm (UTC)Is okay then?
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Date: 2008-07-29 04:28 pm (UTC)Oh, and did I ever rec you to
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Date: 2008-07-29 06:02 pm (UTC)So apparently I write well on painkillers and at Stupid AM, huh>
OH MY GOD NO! I am saving them now. >D MAFIA AU!!!