True Jimusho Stories : Akame chapter 1

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That was written, no it was printed in a very big bold pink colored letters. "This is just begging to be read... Now it's going to be published" the almost choked with his own smoke just because he forgot to exhale his breath due to the excitement from just reading the very big bold pink colored letters. Yes it can… people, it is possible to get choke on cigarettes hence adding more to the list of reasons on why we shouldn't smoke.

Earlier on that day.

The Journalist waited at the promised spot, next to the cup ride at Disneyland. "This better be a good source.." he inhales on his cigarette, looking around for a person; any person who could be his source.

From afar a pair of persons is in the middle of a fight "Ya- I mean Akira, I don't feel good about this.." The taller one rubs his tummy and his other hand is poking his partner's shoulder in this case the partner's name is Akira. "Miroku. I've checked this place and have run the worst case scenario in my head over and over again. If something goes wrong I'll know what to do. Daijabou ne.." Akira winks his eyes.

"Akira.. Do we have to come up with a name for Kazu?" Miroku leans his head lower to whisper at Akira. "Yes. We have to do this right and leave no trail behind!" Akira moves his fist up and down to motivate Miroku. "Really.. That doesn't make me feel better" Jin's face looked confuse and weirdly awkward with help of the weirdly awkward beanie that he puts on his head.

The Journalist becomes more anxious; he looks around and saw two people who are dressed to be spotted. Yes they put on masquerades but that doesn't make them blend with the crowds around them. 'Ugh.. Hopefully those are not my sources...' The Journalist continues to look around.

Akira had taken another step closer towards the Journalist "Wait.. What if he's a Jimusho staff? We are not sure for 100%.." Jin, oops I mean Miroku stops Akira from continuing walking. "I've checked him, he's legit. And he also do fictions on akame.. Who's the most perfect person to do this if not him?" Akira explained and suddenly pulls out a big file containing information about the Journalist.

Miroku was looking at it in disbelief 'How!? What? When? How? He was not bring or even holding anything... Eh?!?!' Miroku looks at the file closely. "When did you-" he stops talking when Akira puts an index finger on his lips "There's no time for being amaze at my talent! Now let's go!" He pulled on Miroku's hand.

The Journalist continues turning his head around when he notices the two awkwardly clothed pair is walking toward him "Ah.. No.." The Journalist suddenly feels a twist in his stomach. "Hi.." Akira said, The Journalist almost pukes and Miroku quickly hide behind Akira. "I'm Akira.. This is Miroku" Akira introduces both of them.

'Smart.. Using a disguise.. Yamashita Tomohisa and Akanishi Jin.. But not smart enough in sense of clothing..' The Journalist smiles, thrust out his hand and introduces himself "I'm Ishida.." the Journalist shook both of their hands. "So... You said that you have what I want..." The Journalist looks around trying to keep the environment around them as tense as possible; just because in the book said that it is a must to keep the environment as tense as possible when meeting with a source.

"Oh yeah... Here it is.." Akira pulls out a file out of nowhere from Miroku's back. "Eh!!!" Both Journalist and Miroku scream in amazement. "Stop pulling files out of nowhere!" Miroku hits Akira couple of times. "That is awesome. But if you start to pull out balloons and blowing them up.. I have to kick the latex of you" Journalist takes step back.

"Are you sure, you want to do this?" Journalist opens the file after spending a good 1 minute and a half on starring at the fonts printed on the file. "Yes! It's about time! We need this!" Miroku fists the air, "Not afraid of the aftermath? Losing fans..? Fired? Testicals cut?" Journalist asks again and keeps the file inside his bag.

"I will get my- I mean they will get their testicals cut?" Miroku suddenly feels his balls heavy and twitching. "That's just a myth.. No one is getting their testicals cut." Akira clams Miroku. "Ok. Thank you.. We should dismiss now." The Journalist walks away from Miroku and Akira.

"How do find him?" Jin quickly put on seat belt, "I didn't find him... He came to me but not literately. Ryo was pulling information about him and Ueda. He wants to publish them that way Koki will get stop bugging him." Yamapi sighs "Long story short! I borrow him for awhile to use on you." He nods and opens his well sealed coffee. "None of those... I just vacuumed and washed my car" Jin takes the coffee away from Yamapi's hand.

The presence time

"Yosh let's get started!!" the Journalist clasp his in front of his face. He opens the file and invisible white light flashes at him brightly; Journalist has to pretend that he is closing his eyes to avoid sudden imaginary blindness. "Wow...." Journalist couldn't believe his eye

Year started: 2002

Akame: Akanishi Jin and Kamenashi Kazuya.

Age: 17 & 15 respectfully

Mission: Fanservice, wide range of fan and sexually exploited

Methods: Frequently paired together, provocation from Tackey.

Mission Status: Fail. Aborted in 2006 one of Akame is shipped to the taboo land, Los Angeles. Kat-tun continues as Five person band. Akanishi regroup in 2007 with strong condition to stay apart.

Post Mortem: Akame fell in love.

"UWA!!!!!!!!" the Journalist tilts his head upward trying to stop blood from gushing out of his nose. Honestly the Journalist is a secret Akame shipper. Pictures after pictures, evidences after evidences and yes just like report said most evidences doesn't prove a wise marketing strategy instead those evidences were proving that two boys had fallen in love with one another.

The Journalist's fingers automatically starts to move all over the keyboard, pressing the chosen the right alphabet to construct meaningful sentences. After few hours of drafting and phrasing the Journalist stops to read his work.

Begin as a friend.. Bla … bla started to blossom in Okinawa...

And the words continue.

"What's next..." the Journalist flips to the next page, "Oh.. Member testimonials" the Journalist rubs his chin.