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01 July 2010 @ 02:31 am
[FIC] Talk to me (1/4)  
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Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Pairing: MatsujunKame
Chapter rating: G
Disclaimer: Do not own either group.
Summary: Kame is finally making the journey he has dreamt of his whole life, the journey back to Japan, back to the place where his family has lived for generations. It's risky, because the Matsumoto clan are still in that area and if they find him he's in trouble. He meets Jun, a handsome young man his age, and even though they don't understand a word the other says they end up riding together. But who is Jun? What really happened fifty years ago? What will become of the two of them? Camping, horseback riding and mountains up ahead!
AN: Not as cracky as it might sound! The master post for this series is right here.
If you liked this then feel free to check out my complete fic list, here.

All my life, I have been told that going back to Japan would be a stupid thing to do.

Too dangerous, apparently. Risky. There are people there who I'm not supposed to want to have anything to do with, ever. People who my family, the Kamenashi family, have been working hard to stay away from for the past fifty years.

Back then, fifty years ago, my parents and grandparents fled from Japan. I wasn't even born at the time. They didn't actually want to leave their village, my father had told me, but they had been forced to do so after a dispute between our clan and the other clan with whom the village was shared. The Matsumoto clan.

There had been a great fire, threatening to burn down the entire crop of that year. It was grown on a field far away from any sources of water, because usually there was enough rain to keep the crop growing steadily. However, this particular year had been very dry and one warm day the fire had broken out.

The Matsumoto clan had taken it easy at first, because they knew that there was a simple solution. Before the fire reached the field, they expected the elders of the Kamenashi clan to arrive and show the way to a well which was rarely used. The location of this well was only known by the Kamenashi clan as it was part of a long tradition of ours. Every fifty years there would be a festival of sorts when all the members of the clan went to the well to make a wish and to make some kind of sacrifice. Only the elders of the clan had been present at the last festival, and so they had been the only ones who knew of it's location and would lead the way for the next, upcoming festival. This well contained water which could be used to prevent the fire from spreading to the important crop.

The well was, supposedly, located near the field. Yet the elders of the Kamenashi clan didn't come. By the time the fire reached the field, the elders were reported to have disappeared from the village instead of coming to help.

The unhindered fire was a great disaster, apparently, and relations between the two clans became hostile. The leader of the Matsumoto clan decided that it was treason and declared that every single one in the Kamenashi clan were to be driven out of the village before the week was out, or there'd be consequences. The Matsumoto clan was the more powerful of the two. They had a lot of money and even more connections. My parents and grandparents didn't have much of a choice. They even went as far as to emigrate to America, moving from place to place for many years afterwards until they thought it was safe for them to settle down and, finally, have a family of their own.

That was for the sake of our future,” my father used to tell me. “Because we didn't want to stay in Japan bearing the name Kamenashi, that was too dangerous. We didn't want to change our name, either. Too many long years of tradition within the Kamenashi clan are behind us for us to give our name up so easily. No, we needed a fresh start. So we left and stayed on the move for a long time, just to be sure.”

I have always wanted to go back. To see the places my grandmothers had told me about, the pretty little village on the mountainside. Fourteen houses, all of them well built, and the most beautiful meadows in this world right next to it. I want to ride up the mountain on horseback like my grandfathers had used to do, to see the sun going down on the other side of it. Breathe the thin air near the top, feel the wind of my face. I want to find the old well and continue the tradition of making wishes and sacrifices, which not even my parents had gotten the opportunity to do before fleeing from the country. I wanted to experience some part of the life which my clan, my family, had led for generations.

You can't,” I was always told by my father. “It's impossible. The peace between the two clans is gone forever. They are still watching out for our return, I know they are. They have moved from the village, but they are still in the area. It's not safe to go there.”

So there used to be peace?” I had tried, persistent.

Well, yes,” he admitted grudgingly. “We got along decently, I guess. Never really went in each others way unless we needed to. There was a marriage between the two clans a few years before we left Japan, and that made them take a greater interest in us and our well-being for some time. Their young leader was a good friend of the groom on their side.”

How old was their leader?”

Eighteen. Their leader is always the youngest male of age, according to tradition.”

He appeared amused, so my surprise must have shown on my face as he said that.

Isn't it usually first born son, or something like that?” I asked. “In most cultures, anyway.”

Actually, regarding that. The thing was, a lot of them had a fascination with pretty young boys, or so to say,” he told me, nodding in confirmation as I got the double meaning. “Kind of why they all lived there in the first place, and also the reason why marriages between the clans were a rarity. The one before we left was between two men.”

Are their clan members adopted, then?” I asked, slowly beginning to understand the main purpose of their clan.

Sometimes, but sometimes they married into it and some of them actually had kids. All of them aren't gay, it was just very accepted among them to be homosexual. Their clan is still around over there and it hasn't changed much according to what I've heard. Still the same lack of straight people.”

I want to go there anyway,” I told him stubbornly. “I don't care who they fall for.”

And that's good,” my dad had replied, smiling briefly at me. “When we lived there, we learnt first hand that their sexual preference doesn't make them bad people. However, they don't want us there, Kazuya. If we go there, we'll be in trouble.”

But it was fifty years ago, dad...”

Yes, and that is still incredibly important to them,” my dad interrupted. “They once swore to get revenge on us, and they are known for sticking to their word no matter what. This is a question of honour. If you go, you'll never get out of there. They'll find a reason to keep you there and no one will dare question them. They're filthy rich, even more so now than before.”

But they wouldn't kill me?” I tried, although I knew that wasn't a very good argument for going.

No, they wouldn't,” my dad confirmed. “And in the end, you would come to hate them for not doing so.”

I knew it would be stupid and everything, but I still wanted to go more than anything else. It might have been partly because my dad really didn't want me to go, nor did he want me to think about going. He, my mother and my grandparents never spoke Japanese in our home. I never got to learn the language which my family had spoken for generations. I wanted riding lessons and my father didn't want to give me those, either, but I managed to persuade him with the help of my mother. She didn't think it was all that important to not provide me with any help at all in returning, but she had failed to notice my level of determination to do so. My dad, however, had understood me a lot better.

I didn't feel like an American person, nor did I feel Japanese. The term 'Japanese-American' just didn't apply to me in any way – I was neither! I didn't look American, yet nothing about my life was Japanese style. We rarely ever ate rice, and sushi wasn't even mentioned. I felt so curious about everything and anything concerning Japanese culture, yet my dad kept me far away from all of it.

At least I got to go on yearly overnight trail rides with the riding academy I took lessons for. The very last one I ever went on was week long, and after going on that one I was more determined than ever to do the same thing in Japan the next time, where my family had been riding for generations.

My dad noticed that, of course. He saw my growing impatience as the day when I would turn 18 slowly approached. The day when I would be free to make my own decisions.

You can't go,” he told me calmly one day.

We hadn't even talked about it prior to to that. I had just known that he knew of my decision to act once I could. Even so, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

You don't have the money, and I'm not paying,” he continued. “So you'll have to wait, but even if you go later it won't be safe.”

I didn't answer. I had planned to get a job, save up and go as soon as it was possible. I would still do that, no matter what he said.

Your mother didn't want you to go, either,” he continued. “Think about that, Kazuya.”

I didn't think about that. I didn't want to think about that.

Besides, the village is deserted now,” he concluded. “And none of the others in our clan are alive, nor did they have children. There is nothing for you there.”

Once my birthday arrived and that freedom I had sought after for so long was finally there, everything had changed.

I went to visit the grave, just like I had done many times before. My mother had died a few years earlier and my grandparents were long gone. Now, when I looked at the tombstone and read the six names written there, my dad wasn't here next to me, either. They were all gone.

I didn't cry that day. I had already cried so much, I felt like I had no tears left. Instead, I bent down to place a bouquet of flowers on the grave. White chrysanthemums.

“These are called 'Kiku' in Japanese,” I told them, feeling a bit stupid as I was addressing the cold piece of stone. “They are traditionally put on graves in Japan. You never told me about that, but I looked it up. Although another source said that it's a symbol for homosexuality and also something about honesty, and I'm not sure which one is true, or if all of them are true.”

I found myself smiling for a moment before continuing

“I'm kind of late in doing this,” I pointed out, pushing my hands down in my pockets. “I should have told you a lot sooner, but the thing is that I only realised recently. It would have been a lot better if I had come out to you while you were still here, though. A but more meaningful, maybe.”

I reached out a hand to adjust the flowers slightly. Then I stood up, looking down at the grave one last time.

“I still don't care if there is nothing for me there,” I told them. “Especially not now, because there definitely is nothing for me here anymore. So I'm sorry, but I really am going back to Japan.”

As I walked away from there, I felt more determined than ever before. I was on my own now, but I was always supposed to make this journey on my own. There had never been anyone who I had expected to come with me. This was the way things were supposed to be, in the end, no matter how hard it felt.

Now, the Kamenashi clan was alive only because of me. I was the only one left. As a consequence, I was now the leader of my clan. In reality, the one person I had to lead was myself, but still. Leader of the Kamenashi clan. Kind of a fancy title, that.

One thing had worked out now, at least. I had money. I would have much preferred to have my dad, but I couldn't exactly deny the fact that I could now afford the trip.

I had gone on overnight trail rides, but that was very different from riding alone in a foreign country where I had never been before. However, I knew enough about planning and safety to know that every part of my current plan was pure madness. You're not supposed to ride out alone, for one. To ride in completely uninhabited areas is another big no-no. I had never heard it said that you're not supposed to ride alone in a country where you don't speak the language, but it is very possible that my riding instructor had thought that no person could be that stupid.

I still felt like I had no choice but to do it. It would only be a problem if something went wrong. That might seem obvious, but in reality as long as everything was fine everything would be fine. Another obvious thought, you say, but what I am actually trying to explain here is that being alone in a new country where I don't speak the language is only a problem if I'd have to solve real problems. If I ran out of food, if I ended up lost. In America I would know what to do. In Japan, alone in the middle of nowhere, I would be a lot more helpless.

So I'd just have to hope that no such problems occurred and that no revengeful Matsumoto people from fifty years ago appeared.

First of all, I made sure to get to Japan. I'd need to make all the other preparations there, anyway. I didn't bother to try to use a fake name on the plane, because it'd be a real pain in the ass to explain to some security guards that I wasn't a terrorist, I was just a person trying to hide from the Matsumoto clan. The Matsumoto people would probably find out that I was in Japan either way.

After that, I considered how to get a horse. You don't exactly rent a horse like you rent a car. Well, you can rent one, but it's more common to rent a horse over a summer or so when the owner is going away or something like that, and in those cases the owner is really particular about who rents the horse and under what circumstances. It was actually summer, but I hardly believed that anyone would trust me with their horse, no matter how convinced I was that I would be able to take great care of it and put it's needs first, if required.

So I decided to buy one. I had money, after all. It was a bit tricky since I had just started to learn Japanese and could only say 'konnichiwa' and 'arigatou', but eventually I managed to get in contact with a person who was selling a rather expensive horse with what (I think) was described as good stamina and a good temperament. He wasn't too concerned with where I'd ride and why (not that my Japanese vocabulary would have been enough to explain the particulars) but the horse still seemed great.

Eight years old, a nice shade of brown. Arabian. It seemed very calm and well trained as I tried riding it at his farm.

“Namae wa?” I asked, pointing at the horse, not sure if the words could be used that way.

He just shrugged. I managed to ask him some more important things, like if the horse would be okay with a long distance ride. He definitely confirmed that, talking for a long time about what was probably other long rides this horse had been on in the past. I stopped trying to understand that and paid him instead. This was probably as sure as I was going to be, no matter which horse I tried out.

I set out shortly after that, only settling a few more things. Getting a light weight tent, compound feed for the horse and a whole lot of food for me. I bought a bunch of packages of mashed potato powder, crackers, noodles and some other things. Mostly food which would magically grow bigger once it was cooked. I had a map on which I had marked out the village and the place where the field used to be. It also showed locations where'd I'd be able to find decent water. I would much have preferred a GPS, but that was impossible for two reasons. For one I would be unable to understand any GPS purchased in Japan, and for another the mountain where the deserted village was located was out of range for both GPS navigation and mobile cellphones. No wonder people didn't live there anymore.

I planned to take about a week and a half for the ride, two at the most. That would mean going at a rather slow pace, giving both me and my horse plenty of time not to get exhausted.

You don't have a name,” I told the horse as we started out our ride, upwards a trail. “I think you need one.”

The horse didn't seem too concerned with my talking.

Let's see,” I mused. “How about Bob?”

No answer.

Bob it is, then. No, wait, you're female. Can a female horse be named Bob?”

Still no answer.

Okay, I'm cool with that. If you ever want to talk about it, like try to sort out your sexual orientation or something, I'm right here.”

Bob neighed forcefully.

Right, gotcha. I won't say another word, then.”

The first day went well. We got past the foot of the mountain and climbed some part of it, according to my map. Setting up camp wasn't a problem, either. I tied Bob from her halter to a tree with a long rope, giving her some space to move around and access to a nice patch of grass. Then I got the tent up. After that, I was practically starving as I made a fire and started to cook some noodles.

It was a nice evening. I spent it sitting by the fire and playing around with a knife and a piece of wood. I have always liked carving things. Not that I am very good at it, but my mother loved it when I was little and managed to make a hole in a little piece of wood, attach a string to it and present the improvised necklace to her on her birthday. I might have gotten a little bit better since then, but I still wasn't all that amazing.

The following day passed in the same manner without anything significant happening. I got a little bit closer to what I thought was the location of the field. Not that any of it would remain now, not after the fire and after fifty years had passed. I had decided to head there before going to the village, because trying to find the well was definitely more important to me. The village was also a lot further away from where I had set out, and since I was riding with this slow, relaxing pace it would take quite a few days for me to get there. Back when people actually lived here, they knew the mountainside like the back of their hand and could ride back and forth with ease. I wasn't so fortunate.

On the morning of the second day, I thought I saw some kind of movement up ahead on the trail. I wasn't sure because it was very far away, and when I got closer there was no one there.

On the third day, I was supposed to reach the spot where the field had been fifty years ago. I got there according to the map and everything, but no part of my surroundings even resembled the place I was looking for.

What do you think?” I asked Bob. “Are these trees fifty years old? Younger? Older?”

No answer, of course. I stopped to check the map once more, eventually deciding that I must have gone too far north.

Come on,” I said to Bob, steering in a different direction. “It should be this way.”

Bob walked a couple of steps, realised in which direction I was intending to go and stopped abruptly.

Careful, there,” I told her, steadying myself. “Falling off would be troublesome.”

I tried again, and this time I was prepared for the halt which followed.

What's up?” I asked, eyeing the forest in front of me. “Looks just the same as every other part of this mountain, if you ask me.”

Bob sighed.

Right, sure, I am the idiot,” I told her sourly. “But this idiot has got a map. What've you got, huh? Premonitions? Instincts? Let's have less hocus pocus here and more rationalism.”

I tried again, and this time I was very determined, managing to get us moving in what I believed to be the right course.

Two hours later, I wasn't so sure. It felt like we had passed by a few spots several times, so there was a bit of a strong possibility that we were going in circles.

Just a bit further,” I told Bob, but I didn't sound confident even to myself. “Almost there, now.”

The good thing about riding on a mountain is, it's easy to know how to get out of there. You just go downwards until the ground is flat, and then you're down. However, if you don't know on which side of the mountain you end up on, that can be a problem. I didn't really care about any of this at this point, though. I wasn't going to give up. Not now.

I managed to avoid some low hanging branches on my right, but instead Bob walked straight through a few on my left. I bent down, shielding my face with my arm. When the branches no longer brushed against me, Bob stopped. I looked up, curious.

We had entered a small clearing. It was surrounded on all sides by tall trees and bushes which grew closely together. It was very possible that the clearing was completely undetectable from the outside. My attention was soon drawn to the middle of the clearing, where a well stood.

No way,” I mumbled, astonished.

I unmounted, leading Bob after me as I took the final few steps towards the well. It was obviously old. Ancient, even. The dark stones surrounding it were covered by thick layers of moss and ivy. There was a mouldy wooden bucket laying next to it, looking like it hadn't been touched for about a century. Thinking back, I realised that the last visit to this well should have been almost exactly one century ago. Next to the well there was a separate stone, and on a small patch of it which was free from moss there was some kind of carving visible. I cleaned the rest of stone, discovering something written on there, but of course I couldn't read it. There was a symbol placed underneath the writing. It consisted of a round ring with two parallel lines drawn through it, from top to bottom.

We're going to have a festival,” I told Bob excitedly. “A traditional one, with the entire Kamenashi clan assembled. Although it's just me this time.”

Leaning forwards, I peered down into the well. I was surprised as I saw the bottom of it down there.

It's dry,” I observed. “That's okay. The festival doesn't require water. At least I think it doesn't.”

I set up camp after that, deciding to stay the night at the well.

I need to make a wish,” I told Bob. “And a sacrifice. Luckily for you, I don't think it has to be an animal. I think it can be anything.”

As I hadn't thought to bring anything with me which I could throw in the well, I got to work with carving a new piece of wood. I made it a circular shape, proceeding to carve in the symbol found on the stone.

I don't know if this has some kind of meaning,” I mused as I worked. “Or if it is appropriate to sacrifice. I guess I'll never know.”

Once it was done, I walked over to the well and let the piece of wood drop to the bottom of it.

Sacrifice, check,” I mumbled, feeling a bit stupid. “Wish is next, then.”

I thought about that for a moment, coming up with one conclusion. I had no idea what to wish for.

It would have been easier when I was younger. I could have wished to learn to speak Japanese, wished for a horse, wished for the trip to Japan. This had been my goal for so long. Now that I was here and actually doing it, I didn't know what to ask for. I had far from decided what in the world I would do after this.

Then again, a shower would be damn good right now,” I finally said, deciding. “Or, like, soon. Hot water, please.”

Bob sighed for the second time that day, actually shaking her head at me this time.

Yes, that is my wish,” I told her stubbornly. “Now be quiet. I'm gonna sleep.”

The morning after, on the fourth day, I packed everything up quickly.

At least I know how to get out of here,” I told Bob optimistically as I was saddling up. “I think so, at least. The well is supposedly north of an old trail leading to the old field, according to what my grandfather thought might be true. So if we ride south, find something which looks like a trail and then continue east, we should reach the village. Probably.”

We set off south, and we really did find something which looked like it could have been a trail once.

Here the harvest was transported from the field to the village,” I told Bob enthusiastically. “If it is the path, that is. But I think so. See that? Could be old tracks from some kind of wheels.”

We set off along the path, riding through some parts of forest and a few meadows. Then, in the middle of one particularly large meadow, a scream was heard on my right.

I turned Bob around, thankful that she hadn't panicked. There was a horse and a rider a bout fifty metres away from me. The rider was no longer on the horse, though. He seemed to have fallen off, but judging by the way he was chasing after the horse he was just fine. I could easily understand his reaction, though. Being stuck up here with no horse would be a complete disaster.

Come on,” I said to Bob. “I think we can help.”

We sprinted off towards the two, Bob cantering enthusiastically towards the unexpected company. Soon, we passed by the rider and I really wished that I could have seen his expression as we zoomed by, gaining on the horse. I let Bob canter side by side with the other horse for a short while before slowing down, trotting. As I expected, the other horse followed suit.

See, nobody likes to be alone,” I said happily as we started to walk. “Now let's all calm down and return to that guy, shall we?”

I turned Bob towards the horse, coming to a halt to look at it.

It was a beautiful creature. White with long, slender legs. It was trotting nervously back and forth before us, the panic slowly disappearing from it's dark eyes.

There, now,” I murmured. “Just take it easy.”

I threw a look back across the meadow, seeing the guy walking towards us from far away.

We really can't wait here,” I decided. “Too far. No, let's go there instead.”

I slowly let Bob walk up to the other horse, waiting until it seemed calm before I took hold of it's reins. Then I bent forwards to attach a lead rope to the bridle.

Okay,” I said, content. “Now let's go.”

We slowly trotted towards the guy, meeting him halfway across the meadow. He was grinning at me as we approached him, yelling out something strange in Japanese.

He looked kind of confused as I at first made no reply.

I don't understand a word you just said,” I told him after halting in front of him. “But hi, anyway.”

Ah,” he said. “Sou ka.”

I unmounted, releasing the lead rope from his horse as he took hold of it's reins, giving it a light pat and saying something long and complicated. He was addressing the horse this time.

That's funny,” I said, chuckling. “I talk to mine, too.”

He just looked confused as I spoke, evidently not understanding any of what I said. I knew the feeling. Simple communication seemed to be the only way, then.

Bob,” I said, pointing at Bob.

He still looked confused as he took a look at Bob, doubtlessly recognizing her gender.

Yeah, I know,” I sighed. “Female. Whatever.”

He just shook his head before pointing at his own horse.

Tenshi,” he said.

Cool,” I replied, memorizing the foreign word.

He returned his attention to Tenshi again, starting to check for injuries. I glanced at my watch. It was getting late. I wouldn't make it much further today and the village was still several days away. I should rest for now and continue tomorrow.

I need to set up camp,” I said, not sure if I was addressing the horses or the guy since noone could understand me. “So, uh, yeah. I will, then.”

He stopped to look at what I was doing as I took off my backpack and tied Bob to a nearby tree. After he had finished looking over Tenshi, he followed suit, starting to unload his own stuff.

Oh, so we get company,” I said, smiling at him. “Okay, then.”

I removed my helmet, shaking my hair out. He did the same, with a completely different effect.

His hair. His hair. Black, slightly curly, longish. Just the way I liked it, and it actually looked that amazing after he had worn a helmet all day. I glanced up at my own ruffled, light brown mess, sighing deeply. He threw me a glance, curious.

Oh, nothing,” I said, shrugging. “I'm just jealous.”

He didn't seem to understand, but that was okay. I was becoming very used to speaking without anyone receiving the message.

He had a tent, too, although he didn't look very pleased as he was setting it up. I could see why – there was a huge hole across one side of it. He took a look at the sky, becoming a bit more confident as he observed the lack of clouds.

No, definitely no rain anytime soon,” I agreed. “Should be okay.”

We only made one fire, both cooking food over it. I decided to give the mashed potato powder a go. It actually turned out pretty okay. He, on the other hand, was doing something with pasta and cheese which looked incredible.

Jun,” he said after we had both finished eating, pointing at himself. “Hajime mashite.”

“Kame,” I replied, pointing at myself.

He stared at me for a moment before speaking again.

“Kame? Kamenashi?” he asked, his expression mildly curious.

I nodded before I had even thought about what I was going to answer. It wasn't a good name to bear in this part of the world, but there wasn't much I could do about that now.

“Kamenashi Kazuya,” I clarified, as it was already too late for any extra caution.

For a moment I thought his expression darkened, but when I took a closer look he was smiling politely at me.

“Yoroshiku!” he said, holding out his right hand.

I took it, grinning back at him as we shook hands. I couldn't understand what he was saying at all, nor did he seem to comprehend a word I uttered, but it was still nice to have some company.

I've finally posted some of this, yay! I'm having fun writing it, because it's a bit different from my previous AU stuff. I think. Maybe. XD
Right, I'm gonna go post this some places and then I need sleep! As usually. ;)

EDIT: part two written, it's here!
chibi_turtlechibi_turtle on July 1st, 2010 01:44 am (UTC)
Oh! JunKame as in Matsumoto Jun and Kame? I thought it was JunnoxKame xD
But I love this pairing! Thx for the surprise!!

umm.. Jun wouldn't do something bad to Kame right? Why are u so honest Kame? u could have answered 'Kazuya' only.. >.<

well.. I'll wait for the next!!
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 1st, 2010 09:18 am (UTC)
:) Yeah, I realised too late that most people would think JunnoKame. Oh well. ;)

We'll see. :P

Thank you for reading!
agnes_yunitaagnes_yunita on July 1st, 2010 04:32 am (UTC)
JunKame...yosh..gonna wait for more updates...it's getting more interesting and making me more curious....kyaaaaaaa....

Thank U ^^
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 1st, 2010 09:18 am (UTC)
:) Thank you for reading!
sky_astropolissky_astropolis on July 1st, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
yeay for more matsukame ^_^
thank you

seems there will be troubles ahead for the both of them ^^
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 1st, 2010 09:20 am (UTC)
It's a bit of a Rare!Pair, yeah, but I like it, somehow. ;)

Thank you for reading!
Jolli: Kame - nobodyaya_3003 on July 1st, 2010 05:09 am (UTC)
I'm already loving this to no end.
Strange beginning, but Kame's character is ♥
Could be, because I would do nearly the same thing. xD

Some points for the paring &hearts and Jun's perfect hair. ^^v

I'm still laughing about
“Yeah, I know,” I sighed. “Female. Whatever.”

Yay! coffee \^.^/
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 1st, 2010 09:22 am (UTC)
:) Thank you!

... I'm having SO much fun writing Kame-Bob interaction. XD Although there'll be more Kame-Jun interaction in the next. ^^
Evelyn Reevesevelynreeves on July 1st, 2010 07:00 am (UTC)
The advanture begin.,,,
jun and kazu,,*new pairing*,,,
will wait to see the next adventure..
thx for this ^0^
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 1st, 2010 09:25 am (UTC)
It sure does! :)
Thank you for reading!