10 Reasons Kazuya Kamenashi Should Never Be Close To Akanishi Jin

10 Reasons Kazuya Kamenashi Should Never Be Close To Akanishi Jin:

((Reason #1: He smells nice.))

Kame hadn’t opened his eyes but he knew that Jin had walked into the room. He could tell by Jin’s scent, it reminded Kame of vanilla and pine trees. Jin smelled like home. Kame had once asked Junno about the way Jin smelled and what it reminded him of. Junno had looked at him for a second, smiled uneasily, and then said he didn’t really smell anything when Jin walked into a room and was Kame sure he wasn’t making it up because he fangirled Jin? Kame vehemently denied that he fangirled Jin in the slightest. In fact, he had admonished Junno, he barely even liked Jin as more than a casual friend.

Kame had spent the next three days shooting death glares at Junno and hissing ‘I don’t! SHUT UP’ whenever he felt that Junno was implying that Kame did, in fact, like Jin. Or, at least, he had been doing this until he shouted it during practice one day with absolutely no provocation. The rest of the band had stopped rather worriedly to ask him if he was okay. Junno had fallen over laughing much to Kame’s righteous indignation. Jin had looked over at Koki who had shrugged at him. Maru had patted Kame on the back and told him comfortingly that what ever it was Maru was sure that Kame didn’t and it was all very nice. Ueda had sighed and sat down on the edge of the stage with his head in his hands. Sometimes Kame was pretty sure that Ueda hated them all.

As the distinctly Jin smell pervaded Kame’s mind it took over all of his bodily functions like it was poison that spread through his veins. A very, very, very good sort of poison; Kame thought as he tried to not open his eyes. If he opened his eyes he would see Jin and if he saw Jin he would make an idiot of himself. Kame worked to promote the appearance of someone deep in sleep.

((Reason #2: Kame has a flawed view of reality that often creates “situations” with Jin.))

I am asleep; there is no way I have any conscious connection to the world. Not only am I asleep Jin will not notice me. I am asleep. Asleep. ASLEEP!!! Kame thought in what he hoped what some sort of invocation chant. If Kame could have moved he would have waggled his fingers in Jin’s direction and raised his eyebrows. As he understood this was how people did magic. As he heard no further noise from Jin Kame was sure his ploy had worked. Kame grinned to himself; he was such an amazing actor.

“Kame, I know you’re awake.”

Okay fine. Apparently he had overestimated his acting skill a bit.

“Yes Jin?” Kame asked as he started to open his eyes “Is there something you wan–” whatever else Kame was going to say was lost as his heart committed suicide by throwing itself up his throat very offensively. Jin was within inches of Kame’s face, looking at him with a morally offended expression.

AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE! Kame’s brain screamed as he tried to control his breathing.

((Reason #3: Invariably embarrassment will happen as Kame is an utter girl.))

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!” Kame shrieked. Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN he casually observed in his mind. He had previously thought that he was a pretty smooth guy; now he was unsure of this. Like, had he just screamed like a girl? No, he decided determinedly, it was more of a manly shriek, a slight exclamation was all. He was making it much worse in his head, obviously, he hadn’t really screamed like a—-

“You scream like a girl.” Jin observed shrewdly as he pulled back from the couch.

Shut up, I do not Kame thought wittily.

“Shut up, I do not.” He said, pretty sure that the phrase had sounded wittier in his brain.

“Yes, you do. HA!” Jin said as he backed up with a little dance step. “GIRL.”

“You’re one to talk Jin! Must I remind you of the incident with the Santa suits? Or, better yet, the time you found a bug on your bag?”

“I didn’t scream. I calmly informed you there was a bug on my bag-”

“-from the top of the table you were standing on, in a voice higher than you can sing-”

“And then asked you to remove it for me.” Jin finished without even pausing to acknowledge Kame’s addition. Pausing to consider Jin added “So not the point right now.”

((Reason #4: Jin distracts Kame from the current situations very easily with things like his hair.))

Kame tilted his head and leaned back on the couch as he looked over at Jin. He was determined to be smooth and clear. Concise, witty, and awesome. However, Jin’s hair fell rather endearingly into his eyes when he tilted his head and Kame found that his train of thought had been derailed. While it was crossing a bridge. Over a valley. He was pretty sure that the train had been on fire too because right now all he could think was that Jin’s hair was so pretty. He wanted to touch it. How dare Junno insinuate that Kame fangirled Jin, it was a manly appreciation of Jin’s hair and that was all. Although, the way Jin’s hair was tousled it brought an extra amount of attention to his face and to his eyes. And his lips. And his tongue. And him. Kame took a deep breath and muttered as he turned his face upwards so he was looking at the ceiling. Crossing his arms over his chest and analyzing the light fixture above him he determinedly tried to refocus. The important thing here, Kame felt, was to stay on the ball and keep a sharp eye out for any signs of trouble. Kame failed to notice Jin had moved closer to him.

((Reason #5: Jin is really, really, really touchy.))

“That is so the point right now. I am not a girl at all and I would really appreciate if you didn’t call me as such. It’s insulting to my masculinity and all–” Kame’s voice was once again abruptly cut off as Jin pounced on him.

Kame squeaked.

If asked he would have bravely pointed out that he did not squeak like a girl, it had been a manly squeak. And he also would have pointed out that it was not fair to question him when he was stuck on his back with Jin straddling him as Kame’s brain function was reaching severe levels of impairment.

((Reason #6: Jin is possessive, domineering, and randomly violent. Which wouldn’t be such an issue, except that Kame likes it.))

Jin grabbed Kame’s hands and shoved them roughly above Kame’s head. He had effectively pinned Kame to the couch with his own body and now he had Kame’s arms trapped. He giggled gleefully which, Kame thought, rather ruined the affect of trapping someone. Kame made a brief attempt to struggle but stopped when he realized exactly what kind of reaction that was causing in his body. Well, the entire situation was creating a certain “reaction” in his body and he didn’t see any reason to help it along. Noticing the way Jin was looking at him, Kame had to admit he felt slightly panicked. He ordered himself to focus on the ceiling and not on Jin, not on Jin’s lips and the way they were parted and very close to his. Somehow he felt that his focus was slipping. He wished Jin would move.

“KAMENASHI KAZUYA” Jin hissed at him, shifting a little bit on top of Kame as he spoke. Kame decided that he actually liked it better when Jin did not move because moving was a bad thing and it should never happen anywhere near him. If the person moving was Jin, that is. Unless Jin needed to move because there was an assassin nearby or something and so Jin had to run away. But really, if there was an assassin that sort of thing needed to be dealt with by the police. Besides, who would hire an assassin to kill Jin? It would hardly be cost efficient. Plus it would be random. So then, there were no assassins and therefore no reason for Jin to move. It had been decided as such. Kame felt that somehow his thought process was becoming flawed and a bit frantic.

Jin nipped him on the nose. “Pay attention to me.”

Kame squeaked again. The squeaking thing was getting to be a bit embarrassing. Or at least that’s what Kame would have though, had he been coherent.

((Reason #7: Kame thinks Jin is the cutest thing ever.))

“Pay attention to me.” Jin stated again, pouting. Kame thought this was valid. Kame decided that everything Jin did was valid because it was really, really cute. Especially when he was pouting. If Jin said “GO KILL HIM” and he was pouting it would be really endearing Kame thought. Hell, if Jin was covered in blood because he had just killed someone and pouting because his shirt was ruined it would be adorable. Kame feared his logic was getting a bit ahead of itself.

“…..dsklfs….…” Kame stated eloquently.

“Good. Now. This is very important.” Jin said switching from his pout to his serious face. Kame’s thought process was something along the lines of ‘awwwwww that face is cute too’. Kame was unsure if thinking a person who had attacked you and pinned you down was cute was really a good mental process. “KAME. PAY ATTENTION OR I WILL BITE YOU AGAIN.” Jin demanded. Kame really didn’t feel that was an effective threat but he nodded once. “Good.” Jin said happily and licked his lips as he paused to consider his next statement.

That pretty much killed off Kame.

((Reason #8: Kame has it bad for Jin.))

Kame had it bad for Jin. At first he had denied it, then he had tried to ignore it, then he had accepted it, then he had attempted to deny it again when the rest of the band told him to shut up and kiss Jin already. He knew that he liked Jin but he was rather surprised to find out that other people knew. He did not think he was so obvious about it, he didn’t know where they got their ideas from. He, had he not been himself, would have never guessed that he liked Jin. Kame was, after all, a master of stealth and something like a spy when it came to love and affairs of the heart. He was light on his feet and quick with the verbal catfights, able to single handedly control any situation with his lightning quick reflexes and his–

Jin bit him on the nose again.

Kame would have liked to be able to say that this time he didn’t squeak, except that he had squeaked. Well, maybe it was more of a meep. He wasn’t sure.

“Please stop biting me on the nose.” Kame said in his most offended voice. “It’s beginning to get rather painful. Also, explaining bite marks on my nose to our manager would be more than a little uncomfortable. You know? I mean bite marks in general are not really a fun thing to discuss wit—why did you just kiss me on the nose?”

Jin shrugged innocently, a difficult maneuver with his hands still pinning Kame’s hands above Kame’s head. “You said I hurt you, I’m sorry.”

Kame stared up at Jin mouth open. “But you kissed me.”

Jin looked down at Kame. “Ah,” he stated happily “No I didn’t. I kissed your nose. It’s entirely different.” He assured Kame with a slight knowing nod. “See, this would be kissing you.”

Kame was fairly certain his brain stopped working the second Jin’s lips touched his.

((Reason #9: Jin has it bad for Kame and is tired of waiting to see if Kame will make the first move.))

Kame was dimly aware that he hadn’t closed his eyes because he was a little unclear on what the hell was happening, plus Jin was kissing him so Kame wasn’t even sure his heart was still beating. When he was sure of what was happening he closed his eyes. Jin still hadn’t let go of Kame’s arms and now Jin was pressing on them a bit harder as he leaned into the kiss, forgoing gentle caresses for intensity. Kame tentatively began to respond to the kiss and then more insistently as Jin still refused to let go of his arms and Kame began to feel almost helpless. Kame pushed his tongue into Jin’s mouth and slowly savored the fact that Jin tasted better than Kame had ever imagined. Jin responded in like, massaging Kame’s tongue with his own and slowly switching from two hands holding Kame’s arm to just one. His other hand trailed down Kame’s arm and onto Kame’s chest which caused Kame to shiver just a little and arch up into Jin. He could feel Jin’s smile as Jin tugged at Kame’s shirt and then slid his hand up to Kame’s face. Then Jin pulled away rather abruptly and Kame was left feeling cold and breathless and a bit confused.

“You see?” Jin stated brightly with a grin, “That was a kiss.”

“Ah.” Kame stated though he wasn’t sure his voice had always been that high. “Well…” he said as he struggled to regain some control of the situation. “That’s good then.” Kame blinked twice and licked his lips. “Er, why did you pin me down in the first place?” He felt it would be good to get back to the root of the conversation. If Jin wanted to pretend that the kiss had just been a demonstration then fine. Two could play that game. Or something.

If Jin had just been joking Kame planned to throw himself off the bridge that his train of though had crashed on. Or maybe just throw himself dramatically offstage into the waiting arms of a fan. Then Jin would be sorry about not really wanting to kiss him.

“To kiss you.” Jin said as though it were blatantly obvious.

Kame felt that this would be a really good time to say something in return.

“Was that a good reason? Or do you not want me to kiss you again?” Jin queried, confusion crossing his features. “I like you. I thought you liked me and I was getting very tired of sitting around and waiting for one of us to confess.”

Kame had always heard that talking was overrated but some things needed to be said. “I like you too obviously.” He pouted up at Jin. “I would also like it if you would let go of my arms.”

“No.” Jin stated simply. “I like you where you are. Complaints?”

Kame opened his mouth to say something but Jin ground his hips into Kame just so and Kame found that speech really was overrated as he gasped for breath. He lifted his head up slightly and found Jin’s mouth with his own. Jin’s one handed grip on Kame loosened a little as Kame found that he could just as easily make Jin moan into Kame’s mouth by scraping Jin’s tongue with his teeth and biting lightly.

((Reason #10: Being found in compromising situations in the band’s dressing room is generally considered in bad form.))

Jin trailed kisses across Kame’s face and then slowly down his neck, now with both hands tightly holding onto Kame’s wrists to avoid him getting loose. He found himself absurdly grateful that Kame was wearing a button down shirt. The first two buttons were already undone and Jin undid the third with his teeth. Kame sighed, he always knew Jin had a talented mouth. Pushing the shirt open, Jin trailed more kisses across Kame’s collar bone, pausing every few kisses to smile at Kame and kiss him on the lips again. Kame bit at Jin’s lower lip with his teeth and enjoyed the pleasant sound of surprise that Jin made. Kame was very entranced by every sound that came out of Jin’s mouth, unable to believe that he was the cause of them. Jin went back to Kame’s collar bone and paused this time to bite it gently, licking at the hollow at the base of Kame’s throat. Jin liked the sound Kame made when he did that, something between a squeak, a moan, and a whisper of Jin’s name. He did it again.

“Huh.” Koki said. Jin paused in his administrations to look over the door. T-TUN stared back. Jin considered, lifted his face up, kissed Kame’s lips again, let go of Kame’s arms, and sat up.

“Hey.” Jin said. Kame sat up also, attempting to remain cool and not like he had just been caught making out on the couch with Jin. He nodded at the rest of the band and opened his mouth to say something. Instead he squeaked. Jin grinned at him and slid over a bit so Kame could sit comfortably.

Ueda very carefully knocked his head against the door twice. Then he said in a horribly patient voice “Would you please either lock the door or get your own rooms?” He looked rather plaintive. Kame was pretty sure Ueda hated them all.

Koki snickered and, grabbing a hair brush, threw it at them. “Took you guys damn long enough.” Maru nodded his agreement and threw a casual arm around his boyfriend. “That it did Koki, that it did. Also, you owe me.” Koki grinned over at him and, sighing, pulled out his wallet.

“Wait, you were betting on when we would get together?!?!” Kame squeaked, now completely sure that his voice was not normally this high.

“No. We bet on who would make the first move.” Maru said laughing as he took Koki’s money and then kissed him lightly on the side of the mouth. “Koki had such faith in you Kame.”

Koki shrugged. “You looked like you were about to jump Jin every time you saw him.”

Junno snickered.

“SHUT UP.” Kame responded reflexively. “And how do you know I didn’t make the first move?”

Koki raised an eyebrow and Maru looked rather pointedly at Kame’s wrists. Which had been held above his head by Jin. Oh, Kame thought, as it suddenly became clear.

“That’s a good point, yeah.” Kame said nodding.

Ueda was rubbing his temples. Kame knew Ueda hated them. Jin threw his arm around Kame. “Sorry, Tat-chan. It won’t happen again.”

“That would be lovely.” Ueda responded and the rest of the band nodded their agreement whole heartedly.

“Not that we don’t love you guys, but geez.” Junno affixed onto Ueda’s proclamation. “It is our dressing room also and we don’t feel that there’s any reason to be randomly using it for sex purposes with out at least locking the door first. It’s just a matter of decency and respect for others.” He looked to Koki and Maru for agreement. They broke their kiss and nodded extensively.

“Oh yeah.” Koki said eagerly.

“Totally.” Maru agreed, nodding.

Ueda sighed again. “We need to be in the dance room now. We came to look for you. Get a move on.” He walked out of the doorway, shaking his head. Koki and Maru walked toward the door and, pausing, Koki bowed so that Maru could exit first. Maru curtsied in response and then swept out of the doorway, Koki following him.

Junno tripped over a chair and stumbled out cursing.

Jin turned to Kame. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop smiling at you.” He whispered and then leaned over to kiss Kame’s ear.

“That’s okay. I don’t think I’ve ever not smiled at you.” Kame whispered back and he leaned in and kissed Jin’s lips once more. That was a bad plan as he immediately lost all mental functioning that he had regained. As Jin stood up and pulled Kame with him Kame decided that Jin was pretty and smart and funny and cute.

They walked through the doorway together, fingers intertwined. Kame was pretty sure he had never been this happy, he smiled over at Jin and got the trademark Jin-grin back. Jin pulled his hand out of Kame’s and used it to push some of Kame’s hair out of Kame’s eyes. Then he leaned in quickly and kissed Kame hard, fingers trailing down to scrape at the skin of Kame’s neck, before running off down the hall giggling.

Kame squeaked.

Note :
This is NOT my fanfict! I got it from my friend. She saw it on the internet and showed it to me. I don’t know who’s the creator. I just wanna say THANKS to the author.