[Fic] As Precious as a Song

[aya_magic]

Title: As Precious as a Song
Author: Me
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Romance-ish
Warning: Potential typos and errors.  Very loosely proofread.  Uh, very short.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with JE, and obviously I cannot "own" these people. I also, in no way, make monetary profit off this.
Summary: The music was always there.  The music was everything.  But the music isn't the most important thing.  It may be everything, but what causes the music is much more prized.
A/N: My first Akame, and it's a really short drabble.  No warnings or anything, it's a really simple scene.  I can't speak for the quality I wrote it quickly and then spent a while staring at it.  I hope you enjoy reading it.

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It twisted and twirled through the air.  It built up before dying back, barely enough to be considered a whisper before a great surge of power flung it back up again.  Singing.  If even that.  It was a nearly incoherent mix of singing, humming, and vocalizing of thoughts that danced through the small sitting room.

That sound, and the effects it had, were precious if nothing else.  The power over the fans wasn’t what made it so.  It was the feeling of elation every second a perfectly, or even imperfectly, pitched note swelled from his lungs and flooded out from his mouth.  Even if all the fans left, if this were all that was left life could continue in perfection.  The thrill of the singing was all that mattered.

All beautifully wrought sounds stopped abruptly at the click of metal and the opening of a door followed by slow and soft footsteps.

“Jin… you can hear the singing from down the hall at times.” Came a soft voice, full of suppressed laughter.

“Well then I’m lucky I only have one neighbor on this floor.” He smiled cheekily at the younger man hovering between the entrance and the living room.

“That’s true.  If you had more then you’d certainty get complaints about the constant noise.” The petite figure deposited himself on the couch, legs nearly touching the other man.

“Mmm.” He hummed in response. “I can’t stop it sometimes.”

“You can never stop your urge to sing.” A swift hand poked the other in the side. “Even if your voice is hoarse and your throat raw you’ll sing.  You just enjoy hearing yourself, don’t you?”

“It never stops.” He paused. “It’s like every second there are notes and words flying through my brain.  They twist, turn, rearrange until something just has to come out.  My mind is constantly filled with the notes.  Words uttered on the street turn into something that the person never could have imagined they would become.  The words of another song inspire something so different that it never could find it’s beginning there, but it’s there you just have to play around until you find it.”

“But you love it…”

“It’s precious, it’s amazing, it’s absolute love to me.” He sighed. “If I lost the music I would lose everything.  But what prompts the music is even more important sometimes…”

“Is it always music?” Came a sudden interjection.

“Is the music… always music?” The older man asked.

A light laugh rang out. “No, you idiot, is your mind only ever filled with music.  Does nothing else ever break through that thick skull of yours?”

A smile peaked through. “It’s always music of some sort.  But the theme, the idea, the inspiration changes.  But, recently one thing has always come out as my main inspiration.  When this person enters my thoughts the music is always that much better, that much more passionate, it’s more alive.”

“So it’s a person?  Your ultimate inspiration.” He frowned lightly. “It sounds like you love them, if they inspire the music so perfectly.”

“Of course, without them the music would be truly lost.  I don’t think I could ever find a better muse or find a better love.  When I think of them the music is amazing, but when I’m with them it’s as if Kami’s very essence has been created as a sound.” He smiled.

“Then you should go see that person, and then you can write us more songs.” The hollow joke met a pout.

“But Kame… I’m already with that person.  If I left now then the music would stop being this beautiful.  Then I would have to come all the way back from where I went to just to hear it like this again.” A foolish smile crossed his face. “Besides, how could I want to be with anyone more than you?  You’re as precious as a song… no you’re more precious than the songs and music.”

Kame rested his head on Jin’s shoulder and ignored the light heat penetrating your cheeks. “You’re such a sap sometimes Bakanishi.”

“But you love it, and my singing.”

“Then sing something… anything.”