This is... a complete departure from my usual style. I don't know why. So. I hope it works all right. ^^;
Why Kame Loves Jin
The dance studio was pitch black and its contours magnified the heavy thud of rain pounding on the roof so that it echoed in Kame's ears like bass drumbeats. Beside Kame, Jin was breathing heavily; it was the only sign that he was sitting against the same wall, inches away.
The power had gone out about ten minutes ago, at Kame's estimate. The thunder, distant at first, had been slowly and steadily growing louder. The studio was windowless but Kame imagined jagged sticks of lightning touching down on the horizon.
A deafening crack sounded directly overhead. Kame jumped involuntarily; he heard denim rustle next to him. Jin's familiar voice came out of the darkness. "How long do you think it'll last?"
"Twenty minutes?" Kame guessed. "Half an hour at most, probably. Not too long."
Jin made a sound of acknowledgement and they fell into silence again.
Another crack of thunder, followed almost immediately by another, and another. Kame could see flashes of lightning in his mind's eye, lighting up the parking lot outside, bright enough to read by.
A broad, warm hand was suddenly gripping his. Jin squeezed once.
"Jin," Kame said, annoyed. "I'm perfectly fine."
"I know," said Jin. His grip tightened.
"Jin." Kame tugged; his hand wouldn't come free. "Jin, I'm not a kid. Or one of your girls."
"I know," Jin said again.
"Then what - " He bit the words off sharply mid-sentence. With Jin he always forgot his intentions.
"Kame," Jin said softly, barely a whisper, so quiet Kame could hardly hear him. "Kame. Don't, please."
Slowly, slowly, Kame leaned back against the wall, let the tension seep from his spine. Outside, the thunder crashed and the hand gripping Kame's gave a barely perceptible twitch.
Kame suddenly remembered one day when they were fifteen and seventeen, on the way to the train station after practice, caught in a thunderstorm. Jin had ducked into the nearest arcade and headed straight for the back where the lights flashed the brightest and they couldn't see the front windows. The noise was deafening.
Arcades always gave Kame a headache. When Kame asked if they could go somewhere else, Jin said only, "Too quiet."
Another clap of thunder.
"Kame," Jin said again, closer, an exhalation against the shell of Kame's ear.
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Date: 2007-08-28 11:12 am (UTC)This is... a complete departure from my usual style. I don't know why. So. I hope it works all right. ^^;
Why Kame Loves Jin
The dance studio was pitch black and its contours magnified the heavy thud of rain pounding on the roof so that it echoed in Kame's ears like bass drumbeats. Beside Kame, Jin was breathing heavily; it was the only sign that he was sitting against the same wall, inches away.
The power had gone out about ten minutes ago, at Kame's estimate. The thunder, distant at first, had been slowly and steadily growing louder. The studio was windowless but Kame imagined jagged sticks of lightning touching down on the horizon.
A deafening crack sounded directly overhead. Kame jumped involuntarily; he heard denim rustle next to him. Jin's familiar voice came out of the darkness. "How long do you think it'll last?"
"Twenty minutes?" Kame guessed. "Half an hour at most, probably. Not too long."
Jin made a sound of acknowledgement and they fell into silence again.
Another crack of thunder, followed almost immediately by another, and another. Kame could see flashes of lightning in his mind's eye, lighting up the parking lot outside, bright enough to read by.
A broad, warm hand was suddenly gripping his. Jin squeezed once.
"Jin," Kame said, annoyed. "I'm perfectly fine."
"I know," said Jin. His grip tightened.
"Jin." Kame tugged; his hand wouldn't come free. "Jin, I'm not a kid. Or one of your girls."
"I know," Jin said again.
"Then what - " He bit the words off sharply mid-sentence. With Jin he always forgot his intentions.
"Kame," Jin said softly, barely a whisper, so quiet Kame could hardly hear him. "Kame. Don't, please."
Slowly, slowly, Kame leaned back against the wall, let the tension seep from his spine. Outside, the thunder crashed and the hand gripping Kame's gave a barely perceptible twitch.
Kame suddenly remembered one day when they were fifteen and seventeen, on the way to the train station after practice, caught in a thunderstorm. Jin had ducked into the nearest arcade and headed straight for the back where the lights flashed the brightest and they couldn't see the front windows. The noise was deafening.
Arcades always gave Kame a headache. When Kame asked if they could go somewhere else, Jin said only, "Too quiet."
Another clap of thunder.
"Kame," Jin said again, closer, an exhalation against the shell of Kame's ear.
Kame laced their fingers together.