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Title: Hourglass (Prologue)
Fandom: JE - Kanjani8/8Uppers
Pairing/characters: Ace/Arsenal
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~600
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
Summary: There are less than a hundred people left in Osaka after the world ends, and the number gets smaller every day.
Note: For Ilana. ♥ I combined two of the things I said I'd write for you and made apocalyptic Ace/Arsenal! (Also, [livejournal.com profile] fuyukoi dared me that I couldn't go thirty minutes without talking about something. If I lost, I had to write/post fic tonight; if I won, she had to do the same. She! ...did not lose. An hour later, this. :D)

Arsenal smoked his last cigarette on Saturday. On Sunday, he tore open at least four callouses on his left hand and exactly two on his right with his restless, ragged fingernails. Now it's Tuesday and he hasn't slept or eaten in days, and if he relaxes his eyes at all, the world goes out of focus and he feels drunk.

This morning, Johnny and Mac went looking for Eito and his mother, and Arsenal's mind has been soft-edged and quiet ever since.

It's cold on the roof.

Arsenal sucks fresh blood off his thumb and chews the nail to the nub, then presses his teeth harder into his skin, looking for more to gnaw off. It's new, having his own blood under his fingernails, but it doesn't feel like an accomplishment. There's just no one left for him to kill.

Ace finds him at some point, sits next to him. Doesn't say anything. Sits there with one of Arsenal's pistols in one hand, aiming at the bedroom window of a two-story house below. There's no one in the house; it's been empty since the world ended last week.

Arsenal knows Ace won't fire. He's just trying to get a reaction.

Cold up here. Not so bad without the wind, but with the wind it's like breathing broken glass.

His arms are bare. The streets have been bare for eight days and nights. Almost nine nights.

Ace nudges Arsenal's forearm with the pistol. "You've got goosebumps," he says. "Where's your jacket?"

Arsenal doesn't even bother blinking in response. Ace is just talking to talk. To sound strong. Like the end of the world couldn't matter less to him.

Arsenal doesn't feel that way.

Fuck, it's freezing.

"It's January," Ace says. "Oi. You hear me?"

"Shut up," Arsenal says.

Mac didn't want to leave, but Johnny left, and Mac couldn't handle watching him go. He ran out the door after Johnny and didn't come back. No one really expected him to, but Jacky's been shouting at anyone in range for hours; he's nearly gone hoarse. For most of the night, it's been Toppo taking the brunt of Jacky's bad temper–maybe he doesn't want to leave Jacky alone, or maybe he's just avoiding the silence that reminds him of all the video games he'll never play again.

Ace isn't wearing a jacket either. He's got on layers instead. Long-sleeve yellow shirt, red soccer jersey. He's trying to twirl the pistol on his index finger, but he's concentrating too hard to be any good at it. The pistol keeps sliding off his finger and dropping into his lap.

"You're not going to be happy when that goes off," Arsenal says.

"I'm always happy when it goes off," Ace says, smirking.

Arsenal snorts.

As the sun goes down, a deeper chill seeps in through Arsenal's T-shirt and clings to his body.

Johnny was determined to find Eito. He wouldn't explain why, but he didn't have to. Although it's been years since Eito, they all remember what it was like to have a core to their makeshift family. Johnny is just the only one honest enough with himself to go out there and get it back, or protect it, if he has to.

If Arsenal knew where they'd gone. If he had even a suspicion.

He wouldn't go. They'll come back. With or without Eito. They'll both come back.

Ace stands up and dangles the pistol in front of Arsenal's nose. "I'm going to bed," he says. "You can protect the building on your own."

Arsenal stares straight ahead, relaxes his eyes until the world is a long blur of shadowed concrete. Ace takes one of Arsenal's wrists and eases the handle into his palm. He squeezes once, then releases him.

"Good night, Subaru."

Arsenal aims at the bedroom window of the two-story house below and doesn't hear Ace closing the roof door over the sound of shattering glass.

Date: 2011-03-03 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuyukoi.livejournal.com
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA




I will go read shiny now :D :D :D

/spam

Date: 2011-03-03 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com
DOST THOU MOCK ME? IT'S A SERIOUS AFFLICTION THAT I HAVE, AND MOCKING ME FOR IT IS MEAN. LOOK AT MY ANGSTY ICON. LOOK AT IT.

Date: 2011-03-03 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuyukoi.livejournal.com
*looks*

I love angstface but seriously, I csn't stop laughing at you. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I GAVE YOU THIRTY MINUTES. YOU WENT FROM TSUBASA TO BACKSTREET BOYS TO SUBARU TO IT IN LESS THAN NINETEEN. XD And you didn't even realise it... XDDD

The cliff is a dot to you lololololololol 8D
Edited Date: 2011-03-03 04:38 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-03-03 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuyukoi.livejournal.com
ASKLJUWEUORJSLDKJF

OH AND ALSO

This is my face at the moment: *________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________*

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Date: 2011-03-03 06:34 pm (UTC)
ilanala: Akihabara@deep (arms *_*)
From: [personal profile] ilanala
Is it supposed to say Subaru at the end?

asfkjh I love the feel of this. *__* Thank you. ♥

Athu should clearly make bets like this with you more often. XD But now I'm curious what you weren't allowed to talk about...

This is random

Date: 2011-03-04 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ohmiya-sg.livejournal.com
I'm skipping past the fic because I can't handle apocafic, sorry, but! Did you hear about Rikiya from FiVe getting married? The first Johnny's Jr. to do so (publicly? XD). More importantly, the witnesses were T&T and Subaru!!!! SO CUTEEEEEE!!!! XD

Date: 2011-03-05 05:01 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-24 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashgolden.livejournal.com
It's like, if I ever forgot about why I read and love your fics, this one would be enough of a reminder!
I love you soooooooo much!!! (I don't know how to make better haeats than this on, so... <3)

It was cold tonight, and I felt lonely, and I always had a likeness for Subaru, so... Thanks.
You post apocalyptic atmosphere is so great ! And in less than an hour, I'm so impressed! What is it in your brain, really??? ^_______^
And I'm totally addicted to your porn, but this... THIS, HELL! The talk, the thoughts, the others leaving to find Eito, Ace joining him on the rooftop, and squeezing his hand, I was so dying! For a few seconds, I really forgot everything arround me, and when it ended, I was like "what? The world is still not ending?", and I was almost sad not to being able to be with them...
Yeah, I'm a little childish when a fic is really reaching my heart, and this one did the trick, so... Thanks again!! Please keep writing forever (especially this pairing *____*), and I'll be always reading and commenting!

Date: 2011-10-25 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com
The inside of my brain is a twisty turny land full of glitter and...more glitter. :D

So I don't know where the apocalypse atmosphere came from. XD

Maybe there's a dark side to glitter.

Anyway, thank you very much! Your comments have been making me smile. I'm really touched. :)

Date: 2011-10-25 08:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashgolden.livejournal.com
...Okay for he nice words and stuff, but, now, tell me more about that fucking icon that keeps obsessing me! *__*

Is it really an official Ace/Arsenal skjgvjkrbgliuwhaflgejq;QLWJDIOUHFJKES?
Because, hell, they're hot!!

And don't wonder too much for the dark side of glitter, it needs usually so much strength o stay this optimistic and joyful that, well, when you have to describe something deeper, you're more observant and precise than most people.
And I love you for that too!!! ^o^

Date: 2011-12-05 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com
Eep, never responded to this. O__O So sorry!

This icon! Came from! ...I don't remember! XD It was some photo shoot and I'm tempted to say it was their photobook for the 2008 tour. I thiiink. I'm pretty sure, actually.

Your comments are always so kind, and I really, really appreciate that you take the time to write such thoughtful feedback. Thank you, really. :)

Date: 2011-12-04 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wintersdancer.livejournal.com
WHAT IS THIS...THIS? I LOVED IT ç_ç THUMBS UP FOR THE END OF THE WORLD WHOLE THING ♥ *puts in fave fics*

Date: 2011-12-05 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com
THANK YOU! I intended to make this part of a longer fic but then I weaseled out of it and *cough* got distracted by a billion other ideas. XD /attention span of a gnat without an attention span

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