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[2011.06.03] JYJ IN SAN JOSE

abstraque — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 06:13:10 GMT

Okay, so everyone on my t-list knows that I had a blast, and maybe a seizure-like spazzfest, when I went to the JYJ concerts in Los Angeles and San Jose. I had rrreally awesome seats especially for the Los Angeles concert (front row, center, VIP seat courtesy of concert buddy, readyforever ♥). And while my San Jose seat wasn't as awesome (seriously, idk how I can ever beat the LA seat), the people that I met and the experience itself more than made up for it. (Yoochun's birthday! The birthday cake/song! The amazing fan-organized Mickey headbands! The JYJ interactions!)

I won't turn this into a fan account (I'll make that later in a more private post for my friends to save myself the embarrassment), but I do present pictures! TONS OF PICTURES!

A little bit of warning though: the pictures are still pretty big (1200x800) even after I've resized them. I've only chosen some pictures per part so that it doesn't kill your internet and the rest of the pictures are in zipped files. Enjoy! :D

PART I

DOWNLOAD: part i (100 pics) MU | MF

PART II

DOWNLOAD: part ii (143 pics) MU | MF

PART III

DOWNLOAD: part iii (157 photos) MU | MF

Feel free to share the pictures and download link just as long as you keep the watermark. ;)

Parts ii & iii should be up by the end of this week since I'm already editing them. I've got to say though that part iii is my favorite because of all the awesome things that happened during the later part of the concert. :D

Edit: Parts 2 & 3 are now up as well! Part 2 has more Junsu and Jaejoong pictures while part 3 has more Yoochun (in his Mickey headband) and group/JYJ pictures. Enjoy! :)

PERFECT, FLAWLESS, GORGEOUS, ETC

abstraque — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 07:08:00 GMT

I, for one, have never been into that whole collegiate, preppy style. But damn, do they make these clothes look good or what?

I like this look on them. Fresh, upbeat without being crazy, and different from what most groups are going for these days. Granted, it's just for a clothing brand promotional shoot, but it really suits them.

the impossible

abstraque — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 01:24:33 GMT

During their Japanese album promotions when the group split into 3-2 (Yunho/Jaejoong & Yoochun/Junsu/Changmin) to cover most of Japan:

Yunho: Take care of Junsu.
Yoochun: That might be impossible. :|

LOL.

ZODIACS

abstraque — Mon, 17 Jan 2011 05:58:02 GMT

In lieu of all these chitchat about Ophiuchus (aka the new zodiac sign that screwed up everyone else's zodiac's), I'm posting this Vogue UK editorial as tribute to the classic zodiac signs.

P.S. I WILL FOREVER BE AN ARIES OKAY.

:')

abstraque — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 05:06:35 GMT

〖I think it is because we have a period when the five of us were happy and which we treasure, that I can now be in a place like this, and because we have these memories that we can now exist as the people we are right now. When viewing the state of this battle going back and forth from a third person’s point of view, it does look ugly. That’s why, at least, we don’t want to pollute the memories that we have within us.〗

- Shim Changmin of Dong Bang Shin Ki

[11.19.10] JYJ in LA - part i

abstraque — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 06:07:44 GMT

2010 had been such a sore for me in real life, but fandom seemed to make it a whole lot better with its shinies. I got to see a lot of Asian acts in a year that it seemed pretty surreal.

I guess the main fandom act of 2010 for me was JYJ's showcase tour in the US. Yea, I enjoyed it even more than SM Town in LA, but that's probably because Yunho & Changmin only got a measly 10 minutes during the entire 4-5 hours concert. Not to say that I didn't enjoy the other acts - BUT GODDAMMIT I WANT MOAR PERFORMANCES FROM YUNHO/CHANGMIN TO SATISFY MY CHANGMIN/DBSK BIAS. (And give the dirty details to my fellow Changwhores aka recycledpeace, _ochre, fragiledays & samloves.)

So. JYJ. I flew in from LA to New York just to see them (ok ok, I was also there to see my bff orangeharo & to unwind from Real Life) then went back to my homebase and saw them again. I would have gone to see them in Vegas, but my schedule was pretty tight during November so I had to pass that up. :[ I was that invested in this whole thing lmao.

I need to write a separate, more detailed fan report about the two showcases because this post would get way too long. Let's just say that in New York: I became a part of the clusterfuck of what they called a line since 12.30pm (doors opened at 8pm), managed to see people fainting (more than the total I've seen in my whole life), swayed with people in the floor seats as if it was an ocean made up of screaming, sweaty bodies, got Junsu's autograph (he was staying about 2-3 rooms down my friend's room *SCREAM*) after losing him the first time (loltastic story involving readyforever), and came out with a Yoochun bias that's as hard as his pimp cane.

I have three major biases in DBSK since way back when: Yoochun, Jaejoong & Changmin. But Yoochun's appearance in NYC kind of made me drool a little bit harder than before. :Q_____

LA was a totally different story. It was a lot more ~~civilized~~ calm, but that's probably because I bought reserved seats instead of floor. I definitely enjoyed the showcase a lot more. By the time it ended, I was just this happy, giddy fangirl wishing for moremoremore! Fucking euphoria.

BUT ANYWAY. Time for the pics! I took these in LA after noticing that they weren't strict with cameras in the New York showcase. Excuse me if some pics are too blurry or grainy. I was either shaking or screaming or a combination of both when those were taken.

WARNING: VERY IMAGE HEAVY. AND MOSTLY OF YOOCHUN lol. The amount of photos that I took of him that night is kind of ridic, actually. The other parts (2 & 3) are kind of more spaced out among the three, but I guess Junsu had the least photos during the whole thing because he.just.wouldn't.stand.still! So most of his pics came out blurry lmao. Sorry duckbutt.

That's it for part 1. I'm almost done resizing & watermarking part 2 so that would probably be up by this weekend. Enjoy! (Even though these are late.) :)

Coming soon (aka pics I already posted in twitter): 1 + 2 + 3.

DREAMING

abstraque — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 22:28:37 GMT

Sadly, I do not have $13,000 to spend on a bed. :(

I KNOW

abstraque — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 04:32:19 GMT

Yea. Me too.

FLASHBACK: 2006

abstraque — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 04:55:09 GMT

jodyn tweeted this link that started out with: Your favorite band isn’t your favorite just because of the music.

Somehow, that kind of hit me with a sense of nostalgia because I wrote something similar to it in a survey done by rindiggfelt in the comm back in 2006 - way before we were even LJ friends.

Q: Are you aware of the term "shared intimacy"? Do you think it applies to KAT-TUN? If so, how?

A: You've seen these boys ever since they were scrawny little kids trying to win a silly little game on a TV show with other boys. Watched them grow up, become hotter, sexier, shed off their clean-cut image and go all out on fanservice. You've seen them cry on TV shows, on dramas, on last day concerts, on butais, on 24hr TV with children. You've seen their compassion towards other people, seen them laugh so hard they're literally laughing on the floor and seen them be dorky during shows or interviews or concert MCs. You've heard and read every single magazine article, news and rumor about them. Searched the net for their pictures and other tiny little bits of info that no matter how obscure, you feel it is still important. And somehow, months later, you are still able to retain all those information instead of that book you just read an hour ago. And when their releases made it to top#1, you feel the euphoria too, and doing your private celebration of success. And when a member's drama isn't doing too well, you can just imagine how down the person is and you somehow feel sad. Through all these things, a fan somehow "feels" it with them to some extent. And if they don't they're heartless. (Just kidding, people. :P) And if you don't call that shared intimacy, I don't know what is. But of course we all have to give credit to Johnny and his staff. They thought all these things up: how to feel that you're somehow attached to an idol even though they're miles away and speaking a different language.

kattunlove thread: 2006.11.06

That sappy answer I said back in 2006 about KAT-TUN? I feel that it doesn't just apply to them. I think it applies to every artist that I've been/I am attached to. And maybe, hopefully, most people can relate to a greater/lesser extent.

And hello to the people in that 2006 thread that I am still friends with. By some twist of fate, aiharu commented right below me and back then, we weren't friends - and when we did become friends, we used to describe kpop as "the dark side" and now look where we are! Karma indeed. :))

NOTE: ALL 'YE OLDIES, LET'S REVISIT KAT-TUN. COMMENT WITH THE MOST EPIC SHIT THAT WOULD TRIGGER OUR MEMORIES OF A CERTAIN EVENT. POST LINKS TO VIDEOS, SONGS, POSTS, PICS, AWFUL COSTUMES - ANYTHING. \:D/

sometimes...

abstraque — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 04:47:41 GMT

a primer for the small weird loves; richard siken

abstraque — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 14:19:24 GMT

1

The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater
because he is trying to kill you,
and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,
and you are ready to die in this swimming pool
because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means
your life is over anyway.
You’re in the eighth grade. You know these things.
You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do
long division,
and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless
he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you
didn’t do,
because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.

2

A dark-haired man in a rented bungalow is licking the whiskey
from the back of your wrist.
He feels nothing,
keeps a knife in his pocket,
peels an apple right in front of you
while you tramp around a mustard-colored room
in your underwear
drinking Dutch beer from a green bottle.
After everything that was going to happen has happened
you ask only for the cab fare home
and realize you could have asked for more
because he couldn’t care less, either way.

3

The man on top of you is teaching you how to hate, sees you
as a piece of real estate,
just another fallow field lying underneath him
like a sacrifice.
He’s turning your back into a table so he doesn’t have to
eat off the floor, so he can get comfortable,
pressing against you until he fits, until he’s made a place for himself
inside you.
The clock ticks from five to six. Kissing degenerates into biting.
So you get a kidney punch, a little blood in your urine.
It isn’t over yet, it’s just begun.

4

Says to himself
The boy's no good. The boy is just no good.
but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around
to see if you could ever be ugly to him.
You, the now familiar whipping boy, but you’re beautiful,
he can feel the dogs licking his heart.
Who gets the whip and who gets the hoops of flame?
He hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
Desire driving his hands right into your body.
Hush, my sweet. These tornados are for you.
You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
You wanted to be in love
and he happened to get in the way.

5

The green-eyed boy in the powder-blue t-shirt standing
next to you in the supermarket recoils as if hit,
repeatedly, by a lot of men, as if he has a history of it.
This is not your problem.
You have your own body to deal with.
The lamp by the bed is broken.
You are feeling things he’s no longer in touch with.
And everyone is speaking softly,
so as not to wake one another.
The wind knocks the heads of the flowers together.
Steam rises from every cup at every table at once.
Things happen all the time, things happen every minute
that have nothing to do with us.

6

So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.
And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy.
And the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening.
You thought if you handed over your body
he’d do something interesting.

7

The stranger says there are no more couches and he will have to
sleep in your bed. You try to warn him, you tell him
you will want to get inside him, and ruin him,
but he doesn’t listen.
You do this, you do. You take the things you love
and tear them apart
or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours.
So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t
pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved,
he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never
forgive you, and maybe now he’ll never leave you alone.

[FIC] the other side

abstraque — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 13:02:02 GMT

the other side
angst, au (in between nwp & debut)
kame-centric, ot6 (in a strange way)
implied akame, implied pin (omfg!), hayato/ryu (sort of)
notes: I started this at past three in the morning a few days ago while high on sugar and donuts, and then continued it during the wee hours of the morning the few days after so excuse the err, story.
unbeta'd, sorry for any grammatical mistakes! D:

The first time Kame meets him, he sees the other's eyes mirror his own reflection.

the other side
Your small, cold hands and trembling lips
Able to carry on as if nothing happened
Are you afraid of remembering someone?
Struggling to swallow the words bubbling up to your lips
Your back view resembles falling white snow
Love in the Ice - DBSK (penned by Shim Changmin)

The first time Kame meets him, he sees the other's eyes mirror his own reflection.

It is quarter past twelve when Kame walks down his apartment's street after a late shoot. He is exhausted - he is beyond exhausted. All he wants to do is curl under his blanket, and let sleep take him before he starts thinking about today.

Today. KAT-TUN and NEWS. Akanishi and Yamashita.

He suddenly feels dizzy, the meager dinner he ate that night slowly crawling its way up his throat, as he nearly stumbles on a pile of garbage.

He pauses for a while, hands against a lamp post to steady himself, and hears someone approach him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Kame looks up, and feels his breathing stop.

"I.. I'm fine."

-

"By the way, I'm Hayato," he says to Kame during the night they first met. Kame thinks that fate must be mocking him to meet Hayato of all people.

But they hit it off (quite unexpectedly, Kame remarks). Hayato is funny and spontaneous and caring, and when he smiles, his lips tilt crookedly, and his eyes shine.

He knows Kame's weird quirks, little habits people usually find unusual, but he doesn't tease him about it.

(Do you think it's weird that I hold hands when I'm talking to someone? No, I don't think so. Even if it's with a guy? -laughter- Yea, even if it's with a guy. But you just laughed at me! Say it! You think I'm weird! Haha, I don't think you're weird. It's rather cute, actually. Really? Really.)

When Kame brings up the topic of introducing Hayato to the rest of KAT-TUN, he is against the idea. "I don't think we should do this, yet. What if they-"

"Shhh." Kame puts a finger against his lips, his eyes darkening. "They'll understand. If they can accept Jin and Yamashita then they'll understand."

Kame stares at Hayato, and thinks, He is so beautiful, so, so, so beautiful. Just like Jin. Him and Jin. Hayato and Ryu.

He doesn't say anything to Hayato about Jin.

-

When he steps inside their dressing room, the first thing he does is introduce Hayato. Hayato just smiles, and bows politely, fingers curled with Kame's. Kame rambles on and on, how they first met, how they get along so well together, how they eat their eggs (sunny side up) -

He stops when he notices that everyone has gone silent. Jin gives Kame a hard stare, and storms out of the room followed by Koki. Ueda is solemn, and Taguchi just looks at him with confusion.

"Will you stop playing your games Kame?" Nakamaru sighs, and drags his feet across the room, and out the door.

They don't even spare Hayato a glance.

"Kame, it's okay." Hayato murmurs when everyone is gone. His palm feels comforting against the curve of Kame's back. "We'll sort this out."

"I guess they haven't forgiven me yet for Seishun Amigo."

-

They go through a series of verbal matches, stabbing words against each other.

"Look Kame, just stop this, okay?"

"What will the media think if they find out about this?"

"Hayato is not-"

Kame always leaves the room before any of them can finish that sentence. He doesn't want to know what they think of them - him and Hayato. (Hayato and Ryu.)

Sometimes he wonders how they will finish that sentence. Hayato is too good for you, Hayato is not good enough, Hayato is not what you think he is, Hayato is not Jin.

-

"It's time to let him go," Kame hears Nakamaru say. It is the first time he is late for a meeting after becoming wary of their frequent fights. He pauses outside the door as Nakamaru continues, "You know the reason, Jin."

"NO," Kame hears Jin exclaim. "I won't- I can't. Nakamaru you know I can't do this. I can't let him go." Jin is choking on his words now, gulping large amount of air. "He's special. To me."

"As special as Yamashita?"

He hears Jin's swift inhale, and the murmur that comes after. "That's different. They're different. Kame is- Kame's always been there."

"He's not anymore."

What is this, Kame thinks. He feels himself breathing harder, heart clogged on his throat. What is this?

He barges in their room, face red and confused, an open question written along the lines on his forehead. What are you talking about?

"Kame..." Jin breathes. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough."

-

They talk about the same old, same old, same old routine. He is already tired of this. Aren't they, too?

He doesn't even notice that instead of the verbal matches he was having with Koki (WHY CAN'T I BE HAPPY WITH HIM? he shouts at Koki), Ueda is in front of him now, stern and angry and shouting.

"Stop this nonsense already!" There is a loud sound as Ueda's fist connects with Kame's jaw.

"THIS ISN'T HAPPINESS!" Ueda shouts at him, angry tears spilling down his face. "Look at Koki!" Ueda holds Kame's chin, and forces him to look at the other four on the opposite side of the room. Koki is curled on the sofa, eyes tearing up, with Nakamaru comforting him. Even Junno is frowning. Jin is sitting quietly, palms on his face.

"Can't you see? You're hurting everybody."

Kame stays quiet for a moment.

"Happiness isn't something that causes another person sorrow," Ueda continues.

Kame looks up fiercely, and spits, "Then tell me why Jin could be happy with Yamashita when it robbed me of mine."

He runs away from the room, away from everybody. He barely catches the drift of Ueda's voice saying, "I'm sorry."

-

The first thing he does when he reaches his apartment is call out to Hayato. Hayato stumbles out of their bedroom asking, "What happened?"

"I fought with everybody," he sobs.

They stay still for a while, Kame leaning against Hayato's embrace.

"Don't worry," Hayato finally says, traces the line of tears on Kame's cheeks and kisses his brow. "I'll always be here," and presses his palm against the beat of Kame's heart.

-

The next time Kame attends their meeting, he sees the dark expression of his band members and manager. And that there are seven other people in the room that he doesn't know. His manager tells him that the strangers will take him to his next project.

He notices the strangers approach him cautiously, his band members (friends?) looking away from him, lips pressed on a thin line.

It is Jin who breaks the silence - "Don't take him. Please," and makes some movement to run towards Kame, but Nakamaru and Koki hold him down.

"Jin," Junno starts, and looks down at his palms. "Jin, Kame is- Kame's broken. You know that."

"I can fix him." Jin says fiercely. "I'm the one who broke him so I can fix him!"

"Shut up!" Koki finally says. "It's not your damn fault so stop it already! Kame's just- he's just. Just." He swallows. "Let him go. You don't want him hurting anymore, do you?"

What is happening, Kame wants to shout, but he doesn't. The answer is already written on their faces. Instead he looks up at the stranger who is holding his arms, and asks, "Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere safe."

-

They give him three pills (to help you with your problems, they say - but I don't have any problems, Kame answers back - just take it, it's for your own good). A few hours after, he slumps on his bed, and stares at the white ceiling. Hayato is at his bedside, the only figure against the white starkness of the room.

"Hayato..." Kame (Ryu) breathes out, groggily. The edges of Hayato's figure are slowly fading into the background, melting with the white walls and bright lights. Kame (Ryu) reaches out to him, alarms going off when he feels open air against Hayato's chest.

"Don't leave me, too."

Hayato says nothing, he just looks down at Kame (Ryu), and puts his intangible hand against Kame's (Ryu's) cheek. "It's time for you to live your life."

Kame (Ryu) is crying now, breathing heavy and coarse against his chest, and sees the truth behind Hayato's smile. (Goodbye.)

-end-

Notes:
I hope the ending wasn't too confusing. D:
ldskgjsd this is so weird. And such bad writing dslfdsj so it will remain locked until I patch up on the plot holes and do some major polishing.
I just want to put this out here before it eats me alive.

[FIC] kazoku

abstraque — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 09:17:15 GMT

kazoku (family)
OT6, very slight akame
G, attempt at humor
inspired by kimchi*
unbeta'd

When management suggested that KAT-TUN live in the same apartment, they are all standing in the conference room, mouths hanging agape and gasping for air.

kazoku
for anyone who would enjoy this

When management suggested that KAT-TUN live in the same apartment, they are all standing in the conference room mouths hanging agape and gasping for air. Kame has lost all color on his face, Nakamaru looks like he is about to faint, Ueda looks thoughtful while Koki asks, "You're joking, right?"

Their manager shakes his head in reply, and tells them it's for their group dynamics as if that explains everything.

Jin is livid. He complains and shouts and whines until the manager interrupts, "Well, if we can't talk you into this then I guess we'll have to do something else," and promptly leaves the room.

Junno smiles, and opens his mouth, about to say a joke before the other five cuts him off.

"Don't even try it."

-

Jin finds out later that his monthly pay has been reduced by half.

Kame calls him the next minute in distress. "How am I going to buy the latest Dolce & Gabbana collection!?"

-

They end up finding a nice apartment in Daikanyama that fits all their needs. Needs being six grown men, and several dogs. There are three rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen-cum-dining room, and a living room. Kame looks at it with a critical eye, and finally says, "It has its own charm."

The others all sigh in relief. After going through twenty three would-be apartments, their youngest has finally made up his mind on their new home.

-

They unanimously concluded that the third room would be for their pets. Except for Junno, who whines that he doesn't have a dog, "So what's in it for me?"

"Well," Koki smiles sweetly, "you could sleep with the dogs if you want to."

-

Decision making on who gets to be roommates with whom is a serious affair so they choose to settle it over a game of jankenpon.

Koki groans when he ends up with Junno and Jin. "Why can't I be with Nakamaru and Kame-chan?"

Junno grins. "Don't worry Koki! We'll have lots of fun! :D"

Kame just smiles, pleased. "At least I don't get to be roommates with a slob," and looks pointedly at Jin.

"OI!"

-

Ueda has sort of adjusted becoming the leader of the house even though Kame can be just as responsible.

"He's too high strung," Jin explains. "Who knows what he'll do to us if we break something?"

Kame just glares at him from beside Ueda. "At least we'll get something done if I become the leader." Even Jin, Koki, and Junno agree that if they are to lead, the group would never get anywhere.

Nakamaru doesn't need additional headaches aside from the ones that he gets from doing his university work, and all the bickering he hears everday.

So Ueda becomes their (un)official leader, again.

-

After many disastrous events involving wrecked kitchenware, ripped sofas, and various apartment repairs, they finally decide on making house rules. Ueda calls them over to the living room with Nakamaru compiling all their ideas while intermittently doing his research about the degradation of the environment in Google.

Ueda posts the House rules in every available space in their apartment, from the refrigerator, to the wall beside the TV, in front of each door, on their closets, and near the mirrors in the bathroom.

"So you won't forget," Ueda shrugs as the others look at him in bewilderment.

-

Stuck in front of the refrigerator:

KAT-TUN'S HOUSE RULES

1. Do not go out to the balcony during broad daylight. Emphasis on the words DO NOT.

Kame is known to be quite unlucky, and it seems like luck won't be visiting him any time soon as he stretches out on the balcony during the early morning a few days after their move.

He is on the front page of the tabloid the next day, headline in big, bold letters - "KAT-TUN SHARE AN APARTMENT" above a picture of him dressed in Nova Rabbit pajamas.

When word leaked out where the address is, fans start camping outside their apartment like bees swarming around honey.

2. No female species allowed. Self-explanatory.
With the exception of family members.
(And Ran-chan. ♥ - Kame)

3. Jin is not allowed to help in cooking - much less cook by himself.

The first (and last) time Jin tries to make them a surprise breakfast, he melts the nearby plastic kitchenware, burns the kitchen towel, and sets off the fire alarm. Everybody wakes up to a real surprise with water sprinkling above them.

"My baby," Kame gasps in horror as he looks at his ruined kitchen.

4. Lights off at 10pm. And yes Taguchi, that involves you, the TV, and the PS3.
Exception: If Nakamaru has an exam the next day or when someone has to memorize a script.

Post-its:
(Jin, if you plan on clubbing till way past 3am, just sleep over at a friend's house. - Ueda)
(Seeing Kame wait for you in the couch tires us out. - TaNaka duo)
(I don't mind as long as he comes home safe. - Kame)
(Don't come to our room if you stink. - Junno)

5. Everyone should clean up after their own pets.
Taguchi, that means you need to clean up the mess you made in the living room with your beloved pet, the PS3.
A pillow does not equal to a punching bag when you're losing.

Ueda, do try to control Momo-chan* from humping Kame's legs. Just because his legs are hairy doesn't mean that Kame is of the other species.

6. Do your own laundry. Poke Koki if he forgets or else the apartment would start gathering flies (read: like the last time).

Remember to separate the whites from the colored!
You don't want a repeat episode of Kame fainting after seeing his used-to-be pristine white polo turned pink (that you borrowed, Jin).

7. Learn to share. Don't inhale all the food, Jin.
Kame, the bathroom is also included under the category of "sharing".

8. Food fights are banned (after sacrificing the new dining table, now with a broken leg, and ripping the material of the white sofa, now with a large red ketchup stain).
However, pillow fights are welcome and sneak attacks are fair tactics, but the only place it is allowed is in the Kids' Room.
(Jin, Koki, Taguchi, you are responsible to clean up your room after.)

Doing it anywhere else would be too much for Nakamaru's sanity.

9. Don't bully Junno too much. It's hard to control him when he explodes, and not hearing his puns -no matter how lame they are- is kind of unusual.

10. Be sensitive of others.

Koki and Jin, turn down your music when Nakamaru is studying or when Kame just came home from filming or when Ueda finished his butai for the day.
Taguchi, don't shout too much expletives when you're playing. Shouting won't kill your enemies.

11. Try to check up on the others. Visit them in the filming site (with prior notice) when you're not busy, and at least attend their butais. That would be nice.

12. Do not sell embarrassing and incriminating photos to tabloids. No matter how mad you are of another member.

13. Fighting is allowed as long as punching is reduced to anywhere, but the face and "family jewels".
It's better to release your anger at one single moment than brood over it for months and endure silent treatments.

14. Forgive and forget. Pride is less important than the company of your band members during the times you need them.

15. Trust and love your band members. Eight years together is not a joke. Would you even desire to have any other person to replace them?
(Also, refer to #12.)

-end-

Notes:
Written today for pure fun.
*Inspired by "kimchi": It's normal for Korean groups to live in the same apartment while undergoing training, and even after their debut.
**Momo-chan: I don't know any of Ueda's dog's names so I settled for a common dog name such as Momo-chan.

Locked because... ehhhh, lol.

Cutest French Child

abstraque — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 00:56:31 GMT

Description from Vimeo: Capucine and I have eaten more candy than we were supposed to. Capucine tries to get us out of trouble before Dad finds out about it.

Too much candy from Capucha on Vimeo.

Aww. Cuteness. ♥
(Go watch her other videos in Vimeo! :)

[FIC] Reasons

abstraque — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 18:29:42 GMT

Title: Reasons
Pairing: Yabuki Hayato/Odagiri Ryu (Gokusen 2)
Genre: general/angst
Rating: slightly NC-17 for vague mentions of sex
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or persons involved.
Summary: "You used to tell me things. I used to read you like a book." Hayato corners him against the wall, arms on both of Ryu's sides. "But now it's as if don't know you."
Author's Notes: Written for a prompt in the Akame Mass Comment Ficcy Thing #1 ages ago. tinybars requested for: Hayato/Ryu. Bloody and bruised from a fight, up against a wall on a dark alley. Pre-Yankumi, post-betrayal of the dramaverse. Unbeta'd.

He remembers little of that night, save for this:

It is one in the morning and they are lying on a small alley, bruised and beaten. It's his own fault that he got into this fight, but he didn't know Hayato was just a few blocks down the street. And when he saw Ryu's face buried under another man's boot, he lets his instincts take over.
(Ryu didn't know Hayato still cared. Hayato didn't know either.)

It was his fault he joined into this mess, Ryu reasons out, but he feels a tiny bit of guilt (foreign and unwanted), still. He decides that starting a conversation now wouldn't be so bad. He only realizes it much later that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea.
(Or maybe it was.)

"You okay?" Ryu asks. He tries to lift himself up but feels a shot of pain when he moved his shoulders.

"Yea. I'm okay," Hayato says, quirks his lips a quarter of an inch high and winces a bit. There's blood starting to dry on the side of Hayato's mouth and Ryu knows it will turn into a purple bruise, angry and harsh, by tomorrow morning.
Ryu knows this just like how he knows other things about Hayato.

"Good," Ryu says, diverts his eyes, and finally succeeds in standing up. "Get up before a policeman sees you and picks you up for fighting. You should have minded your own business."

Hayato rises abruptly, and whips his head. "What is wrong with you? I was just trying to save your ungrateful ass."

"I never said I needed your help." He struggles to keep his standing position, palms flat against an old building's wall, air coming in short, shallow breaths. He remembers something from a distant memory: two boys, bruised and beaten, leaning against each other for support with hi-

"You sure look like you need it," Hayato cuts in, slices into that memory.

"It wasn't any of your business. What happened to I don't ever want to see your face again?" Ryu murmurs. There's a hint of edge to his voice, and it's only Hayato who can make him lose his composure in a verbal way like this.

He turns around, back against the wall, and he sees Hayato standing lopsided in the alley, looking at him, eyes unreadable.

"You used to tell me things. I used to read you like a book." Hayato corners him against the wall, arms on both of Ryu's sides. "But now it's as if don't know you."

Ryu stands still. It's awkward to have Hayato corner him like this, and he feels somewhat exposed.

"You never tell me anything now," Hayato says. He raises his right hand, and brushes the cut on Ryu's cheek. Ryu draws back, partly because of the pain, partly because of something else. He can't look at Hayato properly in the eye. He feels like Hayato's searching for something that he shouldn't see. "What are you trying to hide?"

"I -" Ryu begins, but Hayato cuts in, leans down for a kiss (warm chapped lips against his own). Ryu can taste copper in his tongue, Hayato's, he thinks. He wants to say, we shouldn't do this, we can't do this, we can't, we can't, because we're enemies, but he feels his arms snaking up and wrapping around Hayato's neck.

He can feel the rough wall scraping his back, opens the cuts and scratches, and shit this is going to take hours to fix.

They break for a while, catch their breaths, and Hayato mutters something before gripping his neck then lowers his head.

"You look broken."

Ryu feels his heart stutter, and wonders if it's not just skin and bones that Hayato's talking about, but Hayato's trailing kisses down his neck, his collar, feels his hand under his shirt, teasing, squeezing, the other unbuckling his belt, and Ryu's too far gone to think that this is Yabuki Hayato, (former) bestfriend that he's kissing.

Ryu's sinking into Hayato's warmth, Hayato's fist wrapped around him (up, down) and all he can think about is yes, yes, that's it, faster.

"Yabuki," Ryu moans, "Yabuki."

"Hayato," Hayato growls against Ryu's open mouth. "Call me Hayato," and he lifts Ryu up, and pushes inside.

Ryu has never felt this kind of pain before. The pain his body feels from fights somewhat pales in comparison, and Hayato's next words ring in his ears.

"I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so bad," Hayato groans on the crook of Ryu's neck, and he hears Ryu gasp, and stills. Ryu tries to be manly, and not show any hint of pain, but he supposes it's not exactly the right moment to show how much he's a man.

"Breathe, Ryu," but even Hayato's breathing is uneven, shaky, hands trembling on Ryu's hips. "Breathe." And Ryu thinks that maybe, just maybe, Hayato's forgiven him.

The only source of light is the small street lamp above them, and Ryu can see their shadows dancing on the asphalt floor. The movements look erratic, almost graceful in their own way.

Ryu grows languid against Hayato's chest, wraps his legs around Hayato's waist, meets his thrusts and arches his back.

"Why did you betray me?" Hayato whispers in his ear, bites on Ryu's exposed neck, withdraws outside, then presses forward.

Ryu opens his mouth, tries to say something, but Hayato's thrusting faster, and faster, fist stroking Ryu, and all he can do is scratch Hayato's back, and gasp, "Hayato, I-," before Hayato pushes him to the brink.

The air is thick with sweat, and moans, and there's a whole sentence on Ryu's face that Hayato can't read. "I don't get you at all, Odagiri," Hayato sobs, and comes.

No, you don't, Ryu thinks, but doesn't say as he feels the world collapse around him.

Ryu wakes up early next morning on the bench inside their garden.

One month later he meets Yankumi, and she saves him from completely throwing his life away. She reminds Ryu of someone precious, but it's not like he'll ever admit that to anyone.

The next day Ryu goes back to Kurogin for two reasons.

See you in May?

abstraque — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 13:55:07 GMT

10

You see it as a room, a tabernacle, a dark hotel. You’re in the hallway again, and you open the door, and if you’re ready you’ll see it, but maybe one part of your mind decides that the other parts aren’t ready, and then you don’t remember where you’ve been, and you find yourself down the hall again, the lights gone dim as the left hand sings the right hand back to sleep. It’s a puzzle: each piece, each room, each time you put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand, your ear to the wound that whispers.

You’re in the hallway again. The radio is playing your favorite song. You’re in the hallway. Open the door again. Open the door.

Beginning & Ending

abstraque — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:10:47 GMT

There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road, beyond the hairpin turn, or just before it, depending on which twin you are in love with at the time. Do not choose sides yet. It is still to your advantage to remain impartial. Both motorbikes are shiny red and both boys have perfect teeth, dark hair, soft hands. The one in the front will want to take you apart, and slowly. His deft and stubby fingers searching every shank and lock for weaknesses. You could love this boy with all your heart. The other brother only wants to stitch you back together. The sun shines down. It is a beautiful day. Consider the hairpin turn. Do not choose sides yet.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

[FIC] Beep

abstraque — Thu, 17 May 2007 01:39:03 GMT

Title: Beep
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya (AkaKame)
Rating: G *gasp!*
Genre: Humor/General
Disclaimer: How I wish I own them. Keyword: wish.
Summary: What happens when Akanishi and Kamenashi decide to share an apartment with one bed, one fridge and one telephone? A look of what could happen while setting up their answering machine. There's Bakanishi, diva!Kame and some serious consequences when one chooses playing videogames with his bestfriend over something more productive with his lover.
Author's Notes: Short. Written in less than twenty minutes under the influence of sugar overdose. Idea taken from an old prompt drabble and conversations in the forum. I apologise in advance for my weird kind of humor. P:

"Hello welcome to the Akanishi reside—"

"Correction, Akanishi AND Kamenashi residence. Why'd you even leave out my name?"

"Because I'm the man of the house," said a rather smug voice.

A hard whack and a loud yelp was heard.

"Bakanishi."

"Okay, okay, let's start over. Diva."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing, my dear princess. How about you start the intro?"

"Fine."

Beep.

There was a silent pause in the apartment as fingers fumbled to reset the answering machine followed by a deep intake of breath.

"HellowelcometotheAkanishiandKamenashiresidencewe'renothererightnowsopleaseleaveamessageafte—"

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

"Our message. Or maybe you haven't been listening properly," snipped the other.

"Maybe you haven't been listening properly to yourself. You talked too fast! And here I was, thinking that you're the best MC i—"

Another hard whack.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"For being you."

"Prissy."

"WHAT?"

"Nothing, baby. Let's start over again. How about we do this together?"

"Fine. But wipe that freakishly sweet smile off your face."

Beep.

"Hello, welcome to the Akanishi and Kamenashi residence. We're not at home right now so please leave a message after the beep."

". . ."

"Unless you're Yamashita, then the answer would be no, you can't come over here for breakfast. Ever. Go and eat at your own house."

"Hey! Why can't Yamapi come over?"

"Because he'll eat everything in the fridge and you'll just spend the whole day playing video games with him instead of us doing something more productive and interesting. And wipe that pout off your face, you look like a dog."

"A cute dog, ne? But Yamapi's my best friend~~"

"Your IQ insults that of a dog," he scoffed. "And who do you want to stay here. Me or your so called bestfriend?"

"Pi's not as stuck up as you."

"WHAT? That's it! You're sleeping on the couch for a month. Don't come near me!"

"Nooooo Kazu—"

Beep.

—END—

How I love your intensity.

abstraque — Tue, 08 May 2007 21:47:53 GMT

B: You infected him. With your petty bourgeoise, mediocre, conformist, assimilatious life! Thanks to you, he's got visions! Babies. Weddings. White picket fences-- dancing in his blond little head!
M: And you think I put them there?
B: Before you and your husband tied the news around your necks, he was perfectly happy! But now, he's a defector! Just like the rest of y---
M: He was never perfectly happy! Waiting for years for you to say I love you. You're the only one I want.
B: THAT'S NOT, WHO I AM!
M: DON'T WE ALL KNOW!
B: And now he's here, in your house--
M: It's a HOME!
B: IT'S A FARCE! It's a freakshow!
M: Call it what you want. I honestly don't care. But he didn't leave because I infected him. He left because of YOU!
B: *dead stare*
M: WHO WOULDN'T!?
B: . . .

;___;

[FIC] Notes

abstraque — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 06:26:44 GMT

Title: Notes
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya (AkaKame)
Genre: General; romance, a little bit of fluff and angst and everything in between.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Don't sue me since JE sucked all my money.
Summary: Two boys, eight years and fourteen moments.
Author's Notes: Fourteen somewhat interconnected drabbles spanning over the eight years that they've been together, highlighting on fourteen moments. Click on the number before each drabble and it will link you to either a picture/video/translation/post that certain drabble is related to. My longest "fic" so far, although its more of a collection of drabbles. :)
Special Mention: SOMA (somaisgood), YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW! Soma is the beta of this fic. If it wasn't for her, I'd end up writing about Jin going to Alaska, weirdly phrased sentences and a fic with really large holes and gaps between each drabble. So, just so you know, thank you very much. ♥ Special thank you too to Junie (cherrylilwolf) for helping me find media files. Dedicated to 5TOPS++. You know who you are. ;)

---

1. Jin has never liked the word, “pretty”. In his 14 year old mind, “pretty” is a word only girls use. But when three persons, two boys and a woman, suddenly barge in the audition room, his eyes focus on the smaller boy with pale pink lips, flushed cheeks, and sweaty hair sticking to the sides of his face and slim nape; Jin decides he likes pretty things.

---

2. “Are you cold?” Jin whispers inside his sleeping bag. He hears some shuffling inside the sleeping bag beside him followed by a soft, no.

“Do you want me to kick Takki's ass when we get back to Tokyo?” There is a small muffled laugh from the other, followed by a few words, barely above a whisper, “Jin... I'm cold.”

Jin shifts a bit and inches his sleeping bag closer to Kame's, as the small frame of the tent shakes a little. Oyasumi is the reply he gets from the tiny boy as they fall into deep sleep, sharing each other's warmth.

Their Okinawa challenges end the next day and the reward is an overnight stay in the hotel. They spend the day playing in the pool; Kame on Jin's back with his arms around Jin's neck.

“Jin,” he whispers excitedly, “I want to fly. Jin, make me fly.”

Jin looks behind him and Kame's sparkling eyes are what he sees. He laughs wholeheartedly, goes under the water, positions Kame's feet on top of his shoulders, and jumps up.

He makes Kame fly.

---

3. It is already past midnight yet Jin tosses and turns on his hotel bed, unable to get some shut eye. Something doesn't feel right.

He gets up, his feet softly pads across the carpeted floor and he stoops in front of the small fridge. But even before he can open the fridge, frantic knocks on the door interrupts him. He opens the door quickly and doesn't even bother to look at the eye hole to know who it is.

As soon as he opens the door, a blur of white and blue jumps out at him.

“Kame, what are you wearing?”

The younger boy didn't seem to hear the question since he's currently busy flailing his flags in front of Jin's face, occasionally mimicking baseball moves as he continues to talk about how he is a witness to the Yankees winning the championship.

Jin smiles fondly and tugs at Kame's unabashedly colorful hat as he lies on his bed and stretches a bit.

This is what's missing, he thinks as he listens to Kame's story, a smile on his face as he lets Kame's squeaky, excited voice lull him to sleep.

---

4. The Akanishi couple would probably admit that they might have raised their sons to be a tiny bit selfish. At least that is one trait of a certain Akanishi Jin. He has the tendency to mark what's his and putting imaginary boxes around his “properties” and “stamping” his name on them. What's not his will soon be his anyway, he reasons.

It's during the Gokusen2 set, when he sees Kame interacting with the other casts that he feels this burgeoning feeling of jealousy. He shoves Teppei and Mocomichi away from Kame and pretends that it's a joke.

One day, while walking down the street, he spots an old couple in the park and decides that he wants to be just like them, 60 years from now. With Kame.

He puts an imaginary box around Kame, stamps him with “Akanishi Jin's property--- or soon to be” in his mind.

He's mine. He just doesn't know it yet.

---

5. The airport is filled with bustling people lugging their suitcases across the smooth floor.
A female voice interrupts the noise of the crowd, “Flight JA8613 to Mongolia, now boarding. Flight JA8613 to Mongolia, now boarding.”

Jin turns around to grin at Kame. “I guess that's my call. Take care of yourself, okay? And for god's sake, there's nothing wrong with eating tomatoes. It's good for your health.”

Kame laughs, but it doesn't sound genuine. “You sound like my mother. But I will.. Take care of myself, I mean.”

There's nothing good or sweet about goodbyes; Jin knows this. But when Kame's lips touched his before he enters the passengers' lounge, it's one of the sweetest moments of his life.

---

6. Work, work, work has become his mantra.

Kame reasons out that it is better to be in a magazine photoshoot with Yamashita, smiling, because he's stupid enough to believe that a smile on his face can numb this dull feeling at the back of his heart that feels a lot like longing.

That it is better to be outside, filming a scene under the cold rain and whipping wind than to be in an empty apartment and staring at the red crosses on his calendar, counting the days he hasn't talked to him.

That it is better to enter his room with a beat up body from the full schedule, drop on his bed and let sleep engulf him even before the haunting memories of two young boys at the peak of their adolescence, promising that they'll support each other's dreams no matter what. Before he questions himself over again, why can't Jin understand that it's only work?

---

7. It's this little game they play, thinks Ueda, as KAT-TUN smile in front of the cameras, pose as to what the photographers want and pout strategically for their debut magazine photoshoots.

Breaktime. Kame animatedly talks to Koki while Jin joins Nakamaru in teasing Junno and Ueda just looks on, sitting comfortably on the sofa.

It's this little game they play, observes Ueda, where Kame pretends he's all right and Jin pretends he doesn't miss him.

---

8. The red crosses in his calendar has turned into months. Kame doesn't count anymore. Doesn't care to mark the days with red colored ink. The atmosphere around their group has become less awkward; less tension.

He observes Jin from afar as Jin jokes with the rest of the group, playing with his pink DoCoMo cellphone during the making of their SIGNAL PV. It's better now than during their debut. The silence is still there, the silence is still not as comfortable as before, but at least they talk more often. At least Jin looks at him now and acknowledges his presence.

He is tired from work; tired from his lineup of guestings to promote Sapuri, tired from promoting SIGNAL and the performances and tired from the activities for 24 hour-TV, but of course he doesn't complain. He's a Johnny's. He has to be strong. Last year had been more hectic anyway.

He doesn't complain because there's no one to complain to.

But when he hears Jin's message at 24 hour-TV, he can't help but cry out to him with his eyes. Jin, listen to me, listen to my words.

“With Akanishi, there's several... No matter what we're doing, we face it together and share experiences. It happens a lot. Akanishi and I really expose our weaknesses to each other. When it gets down to the wire, in emergencies, I always talk with him, I think. Even though a lot has happened recently, in the end, he's been talking with me... Well, for a long time we’ve been together a lot, and so from now on, as we encourage each other, I'd like to be able to go on firmly building up this relationship.”

---

9. Jin looks quietly at the press, at the camera, at his audience, while Nakamaru and Junno stand beside him. He knows that they are reading the other members' messages yet the only phrase he is able to catch is, “...we talked on the phone last night” before his ears shut out the other voices.

Jin visits Kame's apartment in the middle of the night and realizes that the door is unlocked. He slips inside and sees Kame on the sofa, arms embracing his folded legs and looking solemnly on the table. He finds himself unable to sit beside Kame; finds himself unable to break the silence. Instead, Jin sits at the opposite sofa, fishes out his cellphone from his pocket and dials a familiar number. He hears the soft ringing sound and it somehow comforts him.

Kame just looks at the vibrating cellphone on the table, looks up at a jaded Jin, who is staring at the cellphone as well. He picks it up and answers with a bitter, hello, and looks straight at the man before him. They talk for a while, voices lifeless. Kame has since learned to keep his emotions in check. I am not weak, he keeps saying to himself, not weak.

But he breaks down when he hears the words he has been dreading on the other line, I have to go.

Kame shakes his head frantically, “No, Jin! You don't understand! I ca---,” he chokes on his words and inhales a deep breath, “I can't. We jus-- You...”

And even to his ears, he hears despair.

I have to go now is the only reply.

Kame shoots out from the sofa, his cellphone drops on the floor, forgotten, and with trembling hands he grasps Jin's shoulder.

“Jin, what about KAT-TUN?”

Jin can't stand seeing Kame's eyes like that; insecure and pleading and... lonely. His determination to go can only take so much; he looks away.

“I'm sorry,” is all he could say before he stands up and walks away.

Am I not a good enough reason for you to stay? is stuck in Kame's throat.

---

10. Kame suddenly feels the cold blast of wind on his face and hugs his jacket closer. America. New York. Jin. All three words are interconnected. And he adds another word to it: Pikachu.

“Jinkachu,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Did you say something?” Nakamaru asks, walking beside him towards the park.

“Nothi---,” he gets interrupted before he can even finish his sentence because Junno is shouting a loud, “YO!” at the man sitting on the park bench.

The other four run towards the man and Kame is left behind, his pace slow.

Jin looks up at Kame and greets him in Japanese, “How have you been?”

I miss you. Please come back. It's hard, is what he wants to say but he feels his throat constrict and all he can say is, “I've been well.”

Kame feels wetness in his eyes and blames the cold wind for the tears.

---

11. The concert is long over, yet one person asks to be left behind.

Kame wanders aimlessly around the dressing room before he finds what he's looking for. He touches the soft cotton of the black and white shirt that Jin used to wear during their concerts. His fingers brush on the frayed threads, unnoticeable if worn on TV but he minds it nonetheless. Minds it even more how the staff doesn't care.

He makes a slight pressure at the heavy fabric and tugs it, letting it fall to his hands. He quietly slips it on, smelling Jin's own musky scent and the undeniable smell of unused things--- of being left out.

Kame looks at the mirror and a weary boy with a tiny frame overshadowed by a too large shirt reflects back at him.

"Jin," he says to no one. "Jin, it's too big. I can't fit in your clothes."

I can't play the roles meant for two persons.

---

12. Akanishi Jin is used to always having 10,000 yen in his pocket, of having friends by his side, of having eyes on him when he walks down the street, of having fangirls stalk him (even though that gets him mad). He is used to the spotlight.

What he isn't used to is scraping by for only $10 a day, of being misunderstood by the waiter in the local restaurant because of his broken english, of being insecure in this foreign land with no one to turn to, of living alone in a city where his friends are miles--- an ocean, away from him.

He is not used to the gnawing feeling of loneliness.

He wakes up one day and realizes his phone has an international message; he is careful to press the play button in case his finger misses it and presses delete instead. He lies on his back and wonders who it is and what will they say.

Did his party pictures reach Japan? He winces a little at the imaginary animation of their manager scolding him for being too careless. A bitter smile replaces the wince as reality reminds him that he's alone.

There is a long pause when the message starts playing.
The messenger doesn't rant about his rumors. The messenger doesn't leave a long speech. The messenger doesn't even mention his own name. What is left after the long pause are two words full of something that makes his heart ache a little more than before.

Come back...

He reschedules an earlier flight back through All Nippon Airways.

---

13. Johnny's Jimusho staff are currently busy ushering Akanishi Jin away from the just finished press conference. He is put inside a private room where a certain shy Kamenashi Kazuya waits for him, leaning against the wall.

Kame lowers his eyes to the floor and awkwardly rakes his hair and looks back at a tired Jin, who is smiling softly. Tired, but happy.

“Harro,” Kame says and Jin bursts out into carefree laughter at the recent joke. His laughter fills the whole room. Kame realizes that the thing he missed the most is Jin's laugh. He notices that when Jin shows his true laugh, three small lines appear on the sides of his eyes and his upper lip thins and curls up. “Like a cheshire cat,” he mumbles to himself.

Jin walks closer to Kame with sure, confident steps. Normally, Kame would think it's a little too close and that maybe someone might enter the room unannounced, but right now, neither of them cares.

“Hello, Kazuya,” Jin says it in a perfect english accent before his arms encircle Kame's waist and engulfs his whole body inside his brown coat. He inhales deeply and notes that Kame's hair smells like flowers and makes a small note to ask him about his shampoo later on. He also notes that his mouth is only a few centimeters away from Kame's ear.

Jin decides to bridge the gap and kisses the top of Kame's ear before whispering softly, “Tadaima.”

He feels some wetness on his inside shirt and the only sound that comes after is a muffled hoarse voice.

“Okaeri.”

---

14. Encore! Encore! is what the audience are shouting and as six men come out from under the stage, wild frenzy ensues in Tokyo Dome. Koki fakes annoyance and shouts at the audience to go home already since they want to sleep and that they're too noisy. The audience just laughs and different shouts of names echoes in the Dome but the most prominent is one word: KAT-TUN.

As soon as the tune of Yorokobi no Uta started, the six of them run to their position and start singing the intro. Jin suddenly goes out of his position, runs towards Kame, shifts his mic to his left hand and grabs the waist of a very surprised Kame with his right.

Jin lowers his mic, grins and whispers, here comes my favorite part, and pinches that tiny bit of skin showing on Kame's waist.

And as the song nears the chorus, Kame puts his arms on Jin's shoulders as they both sing at the top of their lungs, “A-i-shi-teruu~! A-i-shi-teruu~!”

Fin.

:D? D:? WIN? FAIL? Comments, suggestions and constructive criticisms are more than welcome~! :)

[FIC] Night

abstraque — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 05:11:35 GMT

KAT-TUN Spring 2007 concert pamphlet scans are out. The pamphlet plus old Akame interviews (2002-2003) that I was reading yesterday, inspired me to make icons and a fic. I don't know if it's supposed to be called a fic, but oh well. It's a drabble, actually. Read along as I butcher the english language you so love.

...I kid. Or maybe not? I like run on sentences and misplaced semicolons.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters implied here. If I did, I would be too busy spending my time with them than surfing the interwebs.

Disco Night.
start the party, insert the cd. hear me whimper softly, in a corner with multicolored neon lights and silent shadows creeping in. kneel in front of me as i whisper sweet nothings to your ear; a simple graze to your left upper lobe, a slight nibble and a gush of wind. hello, stranger. pull me up. we sing and we dance amidst the noisy background of drunken laughter and cool, composed conversations as we whisper to each other, one, two, three, four and twirl, dizzy with movements and flooded with memories of childhood moments; of practices and numbers and tempos and stage frights. and wildly beating hearts and rushed kisses with sweat dripping down your face... and mine. i think of you with disconnected thoughts blurred by time, aged with cracks on the side like those on nearly broken vintage vases you so dearly keep, hidden in your closet, beside an old photo of us. you light a cigarette and form a small "O", your lower lip quivering slightly as a small puff of white smoke escapes your mouth; it looks like a heart. hug me, kiss me, love me, make love to me, as we run outside and turn into a corner towards the darkened street where your apartment resides; desperately tugging at loose fitted jeans and the soft cotton at the crook of your neck after six months had passed. fin.

I know I don't make sense most of the time.

read the fine print

abstraque — Sat, 20 May 2006 13:08:15 GMT

Acony

abstraque — Sun, 14 May 2006 21:33:05 GMT

Sun's up and I must go to sleep soon. But before that, I want to share this piece of treasure. The art is wonderful and it piques my interest.

Dark and a bit morbid. Read from right to left.

Credits:
Author: TOUME Kei
Artist: TOUME Kei
Volumes: 1
Licensed: no
Scanlator: Snoopy Cool</div>

Feet

abstraque — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 12:31:37 GMT

But, I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

abstraque — Sat, 18 Feb 2006 12:59:59 GMT

"If I die," she told me, "burn these notebooks. Douse them in kerosene and let them burn till ash, then bury them. I'd never forgive you if one word remained."

"But I'm the one who's been sleeping with you. I pretty much know every inch of your body. What's there to be ashamed of in this late date?"

"Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment," she said, thrusting a skinny back of her hand before my eyes. "Most of everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories."