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acchikocchi) wrote2008-04-20 01:20 am
acchikocchi) wrote2008-04-20 01:20 am
[ficsnippets] timestamp prompts
Everyone was born in April, omg. Happy birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mousapelli and autumnjaide - only half an hour late in my time zone, ahaha! - both of whom I am very fond. :)
Technically this is a couple hours late, but it still feels like the 19th. Anyway. I'm sure none of you expected me not to mention that a year ago Jin returned to Japan. :) Looking back, I feel kind of gypped since after going through his actual hiatus announcement and the next six months, when the news finally broke that he was coming back I was right in the middle of slipping out of JE fandom for several months of my own. On the other hand -- if Jin hadn't come back, I probably wouldn't have gotten back into fandom several months later as a recovery method and there are so many wonderful people I wouldn't have met, or gotten closer to, and so many opportunities to actually try and better my writing that I never would have gotten. This fandom's done a lot for me, and I'm grateful for it. ♥
Anyways, I am halfway through the timestamp meme, which I feel merits a post... XD Also I started working on the Gokusen fic again, so after this all bets are off. But hopefully I'll manage to knock out more within the next week anyway. :D So here are the first four:
jin in hawaii, several months before the events of tay*j.
It was a Monday, so Jin had class all day. Just before lunch, Bao-from-Vietnam – after a month, he’d told everyone to call him Kevin, but Jin still thought of him by his real name – announced to the class at large that he and some of his local friends were heading to a well-known beach on the other side of the island over the weekend and they were all welcome to come along. When a couple of the girls asked him if he’d be going – at least, Jin was pretty sure they did: no one in the class was ever completely sure what anyone else was saying when they spoke together in English – he smiled, polite and a little uncomfortable, and shook his head without saying anything.
He stopped on the way home at the supermarket. He was starting to get tired of fast food and the three dishes he could reliably make. He’d dreamt the other night of his mother’s curry. It had made him think of Yamapi, and that had been far worse.
Jin could hear the crash of the surf long before he reached the house he’d rented, overlooking the beach. Thready clouds drifted across a sky of clear, translucent blue; there was a light wind off the ocean, just enough that the late afternoon sunshine felt balmy and welcoming.
It had been exactly three months.
Jin checked his email first, as he always did. An upgrade notice from Apple, a sale announcement for a clothing store in Harajuku, the twice-weekly email from his mother – and messages from Nakamaru, Shirota, and Yamapi. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to hear from any one of them – they’d all taken care to keep in contact with Jin, better care than Jin had taken to reply – but none of them were such regular correspondents that Jin could expect to hear from two of them at once, much less three.
He opened Yamapi’s first.
Hey Jin,
Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I’ll be studying all night so don’t worry about the time. – Pi.
Jin frowned. Yamapi only emailed him when he couldn’t call, usually when he was bored on set, and he was never this circumspect. It wasn’t an emergency – he would have said as much if it had been – but all the same something about it made Jin uneasy. He resolved to call as soon as he’d read the other two messages.
Next, Nakamaru:
Dear Jin,
How are you? It’s cold here – it even snowed last night. Hawaii must be nice right now! Now that New Year’s is over here, things are starting to get busy again. Will you be coming back for a visit soon? Either way, I hope you’re doing well. This probably sounds a little strange, but I want to stay in touch in the future, okay? When you have some time, don’t forget to write back. Work hard in your English classes until then.
Nakamaru Yuuichi
With a growing sense of trepidation, Jin clicked on Yuu’s email.
Hey, I heard about Kamenashi’s solo thing. Call our house sometime, my mom wants to talk to you. She’s really pissed at your company. I haven’t heard from you in a while either, so give us a call soon, okay? Talk to you later.
Jin stared at the screen numbly for several moments. When he had control over his body again, he opened a new window and went to the Johnny’s home page. It was right there, right under Notices.
KAMENASHI KAZUYA – SOLO DEBUT.
And finally, Jin understood that he would never be going back.
hayato and company, the day after part two of five things that never happened to hayato and ryu.
“Where’s Hayato?” one of the other boys in the class, Morimoto, asked Tsucchi between classes.
Tsucchi shrugged. “Probably skipping.” He grinned wolfishly. “Lots of things more interesting to do than hang around this dump, after all. We’ll let you know if there’s something good coming up.”
Hayato didn’t show up the next day, or the next, or the next after that. Tsucchi began to feel a little uneasy. Surely someone would know if something had happened – but no, there had only ever been one person Hayato called if he was in trouble.
Take was the one to bring it up. “No one’s heard from Hayato since last week, right?” he said, trying unsuccessfully for a casual tone.
Tsucchi and Hyuga shook their heads. “Should we do anything?” Hyuga asked uncertainly. “I don’t know, Ryu always – ” He grimaced and trailed off.
Tsucchi ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow we’ll go by his place.”
But it turned out they didn’t have to, because the next day Hayato returned to school.
“Oi, Yabuki,” Tsucchi bellowed, more than a little relieved, when Hayato strolled into class lazily like he’d never been gone. “Where’ve you been, huh? You can’t leave the class to us without a little warning.”
Hayato slid into his chair with a yawn. “I was skipping,” he said, and didn’t elaborate.
“Why?” Take persisted. “Was it,” – there was a barely perceptible hesitation – “that school again?”
Hayato shook his head and leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t feel like it, that’s all,” he said. “I’m tired of school. This guy’s not interesting any more.”
Hyuga snorted. “Yeah, because he’s too terrified to look at you. Scared people are never interesting.”
“I want someone new,” Hayato said. His expression was bored; his voice was not. “Let’s get this guy out of here. How about by next week?”
“Next week?” Tsucchi said skeptically. “Isn’t that a little fast, if he hasn’t left already?”
Hayato smirked. It was not a pleasant expression.
“It’s a bet,” he said.
akame, one month after the end of the lines we travel.
(soundtrack)
By chance, it's their day off, a Saturday. Two months ago, Kame would never even have considered this. A month ago, he would have considered it and laughed at himself. If nothing else comes of it, it can at least serve as a testament to how so much can change so quickly.
He doesn't notice his hands are shaking until he reaches out and rings the doorbell. Immediate footsteps, on the other side; Kame clutches the package in his right hand more tightly and stuffs his left in the pocket of his jeans, so that when Jin opens the door, he looks almost casual.
"Kame," Jin says, surprised. His voice is a little scratchy, sleep-muddled, even though it’s already past eleven. Kame can't help noticing with foolish pleasure that now it's his nickname that automatically comes to Jin's lips again.
“Hi,” he says idiotically, and then, “Good morning.”
Jin looks puzzled, but not tense. He has one hand on the doorframe; he leans against it, tips his head to one side. “Morning,” he says, with a little yawn. Kame wants to stroke the hair back from his face, kiss his forehead, cheekbones, the corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes.
Blissfully unaware of Kame’s thoughts, Jin says, “You’re not here to drag me to work, right?” There’s the beginning of a laugh lurking just under his voice. A month ago it wouldn’t have been a joke. Kame should laugh, to show he understands, but his chest is too tight.
“Um,” he says and clears his throat. He makes a meaningless little gesture with the hand holding the package. “I actually. I have something for you.”
Jin blinks twice. “Something for me?” he repeats.
Kame holds out the box, and Jin takes it automatically and turns it over, curious. In Jin’s hands, it suddenly looks absurd: a plain little box wrapped only in shiny white paper, both too little and too much.
“What – ” Jin starts to say, still looking at the box, and Kame cuts him off.
“It’s White Day,” he says.
Jin looks up quickly.
His eyes are startled. His mouth’s fallen open, just a bit. Everyone says Jin is an open book, but Kame’s never found it easy to know what he’s thinking. He holds his breath, and waits.
A smile creeps up Jin’s mouth. It’s a different note, a different tone, one that makes Kame’s heart beat double time.
"Thanks," Jin says. "Want to come in?"
Kame nods and steps over the threshold.
akame, one month after they move in together after low key.
long enough for its own post...
mousapelli and autumnjaide - only half an hour late in my time zone, ahaha! - both of whom I am very fond. :)Technically this is a couple hours late, but it still feels like the 19th. Anyway. I'm sure none of you expected me not to mention that a year ago Jin returned to Japan. :) Looking back, I feel kind of gypped since after going through his actual hiatus announcement and the next six months, when the news finally broke that he was coming back I was right in the middle of slipping out of JE fandom for several months of my own. On the other hand -- if Jin hadn't come back, I probably wouldn't have gotten back into fandom several months later as a recovery method and there are so many wonderful people I wouldn't have met, or gotten closer to, and so many opportunities to actually try and better my writing that I never would have gotten. This fandom's done a lot for me, and I'm grateful for it. ♥
Anyways, I am halfway through the timestamp meme, which I feel merits a post... XD Also I started working on the Gokusen fic again, so after this all bets are off. But hopefully I'll manage to knock out more within the next week anyway. :D So here are the first four:
jin in hawaii, several months before the events of tay*j.
It was a Monday, so Jin had class all day. Just before lunch, Bao-from-Vietnam – after a month, he’d told everyone to call him Kevin, but Jin still thought of him by his real name – announced to the class at large that he and some of his local friends were heading to a well-known beach on the other side of the island over the weekend and they were all welcome to come along. When a couple of the girls asked him if he’d be going – at least, Jin was pretty sure they did: no one in the class was ever completely sure what anyone else was saying when they spoke together in English – he smiled, polite and a little uncomfortable, and shook his head without saying anything.
He stopped on the way home at the supermarket. He was starting to get tired of fast food and the three dishes he could reliably make. He’d dreamt the other night of his mother’s curry. It had made him think of Yamapi, and that had been far worse.
Jin could hear the crash of the surf long before he reached the house he’d rented, overlooking the beach. Thready clouds drifted across a sky of clear, translucent blue; there was a light wind off the ocean, just enough that the late afternoon sunshine felt balmy and welcoming.
It had been exactly three months.
Jin checked his email first, as he always did. An upgrade notice from Apple, a sale announcement for a clothing store in Harajuku, the twice-weekly email from his mother – and messages from Nakamaru, Shirota, and Yamapi. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to hear from any one of them – they’d all taken care to keep in contact with Jin, better care than Jin had taken to reply – but none of them were such regular correspondents that Jin could expect to hear from two of them at once, much less three.
He opened Yamapi’s first.
Hey Jin,
Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I’ll be studying all night so don’t worry about the time. – Pi.
Jin frowned. Yamapi only emailed him when he couldn’t call, usually when he was bored on set, and he was never this circumspect. It wasn’t an emergency – he would have said as much if it had been – but all the same something about it made Jin uneasy. He resolved to call as soon as he’d read the other two messages.
Next, Nakamaru:
Dear Jin,
How are you? It’s cold here – it even snowed last night. Hawaii must be nice right now! Now that New Year’s is over here, things are starting to get busy again. Will you be coming back for a visit soon? Either way, I hope you’re doing well. This probably sounds a little strange, but I want to stay in touch in the future, okay? When you have some time, don’t forget to write back. Work hard in your English classes until then.
Nakamaru Yuuichi
With a growing sense of trepidation, Jin clicked on Yuu’s email.
Hey, I heard about Kamenashi’s solo thing. Call our house sometime, my mom wants to talk to you. She’s really pissed at your company. I haven’t heard from you in a while either, so give us a call soon, okay? Talk to you later.
Jin stared at the screen numbly for several moments. When he had control over his body again, he opened a new window and went to the Johnny’s home page. It was right there, right under Notices.
KAMENASHI KAZUYA – SOLO DEBUT.
And finally, Jin understood that he would never be going back.
hayato and company, the day after part two of five things that never happened to hayato and ryu.
“Where’s Hayato?” one of the other boys in the class, Morimoto, asked Tsucchi between classes.
Tsucchi shrugged. “Probably skipping.” He grinned wolfishly. “Lots of things more interesting to do than hang around this dump, after all. We’ll let you know if there’s something good coming up.”
Hayato didn’t show up the next day, or the next, or the next after that. Tsucchi began to feel a little uneasy. Surely someone would know if something had happened – but no, there had only ever been one person Hayato called if he was in trouble.
Take was the one to bring it up. “No one’s heard from Hayato since last week, right?” he said, trying unsuccessfully for a casual tone.
Tsucchi and Hyuga shook their heads. “Should we do anything?” Hyuga asked uncertainly. “I don’t know, Ryu always – ” He grimaced and trailed off.
Tsucchi ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow we’ll go by his place.”
But it turned out they didn’t have to, because the next day Hayato returned to school.
“Oi, Yabuki,” Tsucchi bellowed, more than a little relieved, when Hayato strolled into class lazily like he’d never been gone. “Where’ve you been, huh? You can’t leave the class to us without a little warning.”
Hayato slid into his chair with a yawn. “I was skipping,” he said, and didn’t elaborate.
“Why?” Take persisted. “Was it,” – there was a barely perceptible hesitation – “that school again?”
Hayato shook his head and leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t feel like it, that’s all,” he said. “I’m tired of school. This guy’s not interesting any more.”
Hyuga snorted. “Yeah, because he’s too terrified to look at you. Scared people are never interesting.”
“I want someone new,” Hayato said. His expression was bored; his voice was not. “Let’s get this guy out of here. How about by next week?”
“Next week?” Tsucchi said skeptically. “Isn’t that a little fast, if he hasn’t left already?”
Hayato smirked. It was not a pleasant expression.
“It’s a bet,” he said.
akame, one month after the end of the lines we travel.
(soundtrack)
By chance, it's their day off, a Saturday. Two months ago, Kame would never even have considered this. A month ago, he would have considered it and laughed at himself. If nothing else comes of it, it can at least serve as a testament to how so much can change so quickly.
He doesn't notice his hands are shaking until he reaches out and rings the doorbell. Immediate footsteps, on the other side; Kame clutches the package in his right hand more tightly and stuffs his left in the pocket of his jeans, so that when Jin opens the door, he looks almost casual.
"Kame," Jin says, surprised. His voice is a little scratchy, sleep-muddled, even though it’s already past eleven. Kame can't help noticing with foolish pleasure that now it's his nickname that automatically comes to Jin's lips again.
“Hi,” he says idiotically, and then, “Good morning.”
Jin looks puzzled, but not tense. He has one hand on the doorframe; he leans against it, tips his head to one side. “Morning,” he says, with a little yawn. Kame wants to stroke the hair back from his face, kiss his forehead, cheekbones, the corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes.
Blissfully unaware of Kame’s thoughts, Jin says, “You’re not here to drag me to work, right?” There’s the beginning of a laugh lurking just under his voice. A month ago it wouldn’t have been a joke. Kame should laugh, to show he understands, but his chest is too tight.
“Um,” he says and clears his throat. He makes a meaningless little gesture with the hand holding the package. “I actually. I have something for you.”
Jin blinks twice. “Something for me?” he repeats.
Kame holds out the box, and Jin takes it automatically and turns it over, curious. In Jin’s hands, it suddenly looks absurd: a plain little box wrapped only in shiny white paper, both too little and too much.
“What – ” Jin starts to say, still looking at the box, and Kame cuts him off.
“It’s White Day,” he says.
Jin looks up quickly.
His eyes are startled. His mouth’s fallen open, just a bit. Everyone says Jin is an open book, but Kame’s never found it easy to know what he’s thinking. He holds his breath, and waits.
A smile creeps up Jin’s mouth. It’s a different note, a different tone, one that makes Kame’s heart beat double time.
"Thanks," Jin says. "Want to come in?"
Kame nods and steps over the threshold.
akame, one month after they move in together after low key.
long enough for its own post...
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i take it it didn't result in a date?
:D i figured i can only use that card once or twice, and I'm glad I used it on you. it was totez worth it.
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♥♥♥ :)))