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Title: "Make Hay While the Sun Still Shines"
Author: jyuufish and x-posted to my fic journal shitan
Commentary: One thing I love about the Jin and Chaos dynamic is the they are -very- equal. You initially would not think it, as on first look you would automatically pin Jin as seme and Chaos as uke. And perhaps physically that would work (Though my Jin muse -can- be topped by Chaos.. no one else though, not even Margulis.. Jin would insist on topping on that one). But mentally and emotionally they are strongly equal. Both are wise beyond their years, both are calm. One is a bit more rational while the other is more intuitive. And so I always love writing to the pair because of the equality.. that and I hate uke/seme stereotypes so I usually tend to gravitate toward couples that I feel break that stereotype. This was inspired by listening to "The Sun always shines on TV" by A-ha. Since I am trying to write more.. just to keep myself in practice.
Added Note: I dedicate this little ficbit to the only Chaos to my Jin, shuufish.
"I reached inside myself today
Thinking there's got to be some way
To keep my troubles distant"
Sitting in front of his vanity mirror and meeting a clearly green gaze. He reached up to trace his finger along the underside of his eyes, there were signs of aging. Worrying him? They never did for he was quite proud of his past, too proud that he would give it all up for the removal of those telling lines. Jin Uzuki was a proud man, though pride had replaced the casual arrogance of fourteen years ago. Now he was pride with a rightful cause. No longer cocky, though still with his good humor intact.
Glancing around at the room that he and Chaos shared on the Elsa. Really it was his room, but Chaos would slip in there long after the crew had gone to sleep and they would curl up in each other's arms. It was not like the past 14 years where they would have to crawl and beg for any such time together. This whole being together was a luxery that they had not been afforded. Day after day of being together, when they had been so used to struggling for a few days within the year in which to meet.
Jin thought back to the time that they had met during the Miltian Conflict. Fairly unremarkable if but for the fact that they had met up again shortly after the brutal murder of his parents. He had been torn, aching in the soul.. far different from when he had last left Chaos. A wound to the soul was a bit harder to deal with. He had tried to be strong in front of Shion, but things just came apart. He had met Chaos, and had likewise eagerly sank himself into the comfort that the platinum haired boy offered. And he had offered his everything to him.. and Jin loved him for that. Kept giving in fact and working at a relationship that had to be kept secret from most everyone. Did anyone know that when Chaos requested stops at Second Miltia, it was Captain Uzuki that he was coming to see? He was never sure, though the crew never looked upon him any differently.
~Will it always be enough?~ Jin ran his fingertip once again at the lines underneath his eyes. Lines that Chaos charmingly declared laughter lines. But his pragmatic eyes saw them as the beginnings of wrinkles. Chaos was ageless it seemed, while he was a mortal. No wings with which to speak of. One day he would complete this slow aging process and then he wondered if Chaos would leave him. The thought caused his heart to shiver in an almost unbearable way. Living in a day to day life, he had no time to worry, except for moments such as these.
"Jin, I brought you some green tea..." A soft and pleasant voice murmrured. Jin glanced up to see Chaos standing there with the tray of green tea held between his hands. He smiled, worries fleeing as they always did when faced with those aquamarine eyes. "I had a feeling that you needed something energizing.
"Ah Chaos, you always know how to read me like a book." Jin teased as he motioned for Chaos to set the tray down on the unoccupied edge of his dresser.
"Decode you rather.." Chaos said with a soft little grin. "As I don't think you are written in a language that many understand." Then with a resounding plop, Jin suddenly found himself with an entrancing armful.
Burrowing his face in that slender shoulder, he knew that he would give Chaos up when the time came, so that Chaos would not have to watch him as he slowly died. But for now, he was alive and breathing, still with a modicrum of vigor, not having cleared summer yet, but nearly to the autumn of his life. He would make hay while the sun still shone.