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02 July 2010 @ 01:29 am
[FIC] Talk to me (2/4)  

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: The master post for this series is right here.
If you liked this then feel free to check out my complete fic list, here.

I woke up first the next morning, leaving my tent to get the fire going again. Loud snores could be heard from the other tent. Bob and Tenshi were standing side by side over at their tree, looking rather peaceful.

That's nice,” I told Bob as I walked over to give her a pat and some compound feed. “You made a friend.”

As I was preparing breakfast, Jun came out of his tent.

Morning,” I greeted, looking up at him.

He nodded briefly at me, starting to dig through his backpack for what turned out to be a package of coffee. He seemed tense as he prepared it for himself, completely different from the day before. Not until he had swallowed about half of the cup did his features relax a bit.

So you need coffee to wake up, huh,” I concluded. “Maybe you're not a morning person. At least you don't have to worry about your hair in the morning, right?”

He really didn't. His black, smooth curls seemed to stay in place overnight just like they had underneath a helmet. Either that, or he had a beauty salon hidden inside of his tent

We both started to pack up, neither of us intending to stay in this place. I took out my map, examining it. Jun came to take a look, appearing curious.

This is my fifth day already,” I told him, even though his expression showed no signs of understanding. “I'm doing well, I think. Except for that one little detour the day before yesterday, but at least I found the well. Anyhow, I think I came this way.”

I pointed my finger at the part of the map around which both the well and the field ought to be located, proceeding to draw an invisible line from there to the place were I thought we were right now.

So we are right here,” I said, pointing at our location again and making a gesture towards our surroundings.”

He looked from the map to the meadow we were in, slowly shaking his head.

Chigau,” he said, pointing at a spot slightly north on the map compared to where I had put our location. “Kore wa kono basho.”

“You think?” I asked, hardly needing to understand his words to know the meaning in this case. “That's possible. I'm not entirely sure, actually. Anyhow, I'm intending to go here.”

I let my finger travel across the map to the place where the old village was located, stopping there.

He appeared surprised as he looked at the spot I had pointed out.

“Ore mo,” he said, pointing at the same spot. “Sore wa doko ni iku n desu.”

There?” I said, looking at the spot. “Do you know someone who lives there? No wait, noone lives there. You've been there before? You're going there now, later, never?”

He seemed amused as I looked up at him. As a matter of fact, he seemed to have trouble keeping his polite smile from turning into a smirk. The only reply he gave was a shrug before he returned his attention to gathering his things.

Great, 'cause that explains everything,” I sighed, returning my own attention to the map.

I examined the map for another while, finally estimating that the ride to the village would take about three more days. Then I folded it up, packed my last things and got ready to leave. Jun was ready a short while before me, but he waited as I finished and mounted Bob.

I'm going that way,” I told him, pointing in the direction I had shown on the map.

Ore mo,” he said again, nodding in the same direction.

We started riding side by side the way we had both indicated.

So you probably said that you're going to the village, too,” I concluded. “Or maybe you're just going in this direction.”

He shook his head at me, definitely smirking now.

“Fine, everyone thinks I'm an idiot,” I sighed. “That's okay. I'm getting used to it.”

It was a pleasant day, all in all. The weather was nice and the path we were following was a trail on soft ground, so it was comfortable for the horses. We were riding along the mountainside now, no longer climbing higher.

The path grew a bit broader and we passed a few turns, but at first Jun showed no signs of intending to leave the path we were on. Then, when it was nearly mid-day, he suddenly stopped, pointing at a trail leading down the mountain.

“No, it's this way,” I disagreed as I halted, too, gesturing towards the trail we were on. “Where I'm going, anyway.”

He shook his head, saying something long and complicated in Japanese and pointing in at least four different directions before pointing back at the new trail again.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, smiling hopelessly at him.

He appeared frustrated as he pointed at the new path again, apparently at loss for how to explain.

“We need a map,” I concluded, taking of my backpack and retrieving mine. “Here it is. Where are we?”

He hadn't understood the question, of course, but he still pointed out a trail on the map which most definitely lead to the place where the village was located. That was most likely the trail we were on. According to the map, there was another trail connected to the first one, and the new one took a small turn before going back to the original trail. He eagerly pointed at that second path on the map before gesturing towards the new trail next to us again.

“Those are the same? But that's a detour,” I objected. “No point in going there.”

“Hijō ni utsukushii,” he replied, stubbornly pointing in the new direction.

“Right, whatever,” I sighed, looking at the map again. “I guess it's not much longer.”

Folding up the map again, I nodded at the new trail.

“Let's go there, then. Although I can't see why we should.”

He grinned excitedly at me as we continued, setting a bit of a quicker pace now.

About half an hour later, as we entered a large clearing, I realised why he had wanted to come here.

It was a meadow with the ground full of soft grass and flowers. There was a gentle stream running through it, too. Here the sun shone down unhindered, making the water glitter beautifully.

“Cho kirei, desu ne?” Jun said, actually smirking at me again.

My face must have displayed the awe that I had felt when we entered the clearing. Jun's face had a look which said 'I told you so' in every language imaginable.

“Okay, so this is a nice place,” I told him grudgingly, smoothing out my features as well as I could.

Jun unmounted, proceeding to tie Tenshi to a nearby tree. He beckoned for me to do the same and then dragged me over to the edge of the forest as soon as I was done. There, in the soft moss, there were some mushrooms growing.

“Kore wa oishii,” he said, pointing excitedly at them. “Kyo wa soupu!”

I eyed him a bit suspiciously as he sat down and started to pick the mushrooms.

“You're eating those?” I asked, sceptical. “Is that safe?”

He must have understood from my tone of voice that I was worried, because he gave me a reassuring smile over his shoulder.

“Daijobu,” he said.

I watched curiously as he proceeded to make a fire and take out a pot, cooking the mushrooms with some pasta and a few different vegetables. It wasn't until a truly wonderful smell had arisen from the pot that I realised I was hungry, too. Before I had time to start preparing my own food, however, he had poured the soup into two bowls and was handing me one of them.


I accepted the bowl a bit hesitantly, picking up the spoon and tasting some of it. I didn't need regret doing so, because it tasted as great as it smelled.

“Oh, this is heaven,” I sighed, trying some more and positively beaming at Jun.

Just looked at me, his expression strangely blank. I thought back on the few words I had learnt before, recalling a handy one.

“Arigatou,” I added.

He jumped about a meter then, eyeing me as though I had just swallowed an UFO or something equally unlikely. I didn't exactly blame him, because I had a feeling that I would have done the same if he had said even one word in English.

Somehow, my unexpected thanks in his own language had broken through the façade which I hadn't even understood that he had put on while he had kept his expression still. Now, however, he seemed very taken aback by my thrilled expression as I continued to eat the soup. Almost like he didn't want me to be so happy about it.

“Betsuni,” he mumbled, busying himself with his own bowl and not looking at me.

After we had eaten, we packed up again and set off along the path. Just as the map had said, it led to another path which logically should be the one we had left before. It lead in the right direction, so I thought it should be fine. We continued to follow that one for the rest of that day's ride and then stopped again to set up camp for the night. By then I was pretty sure that we were headed to the same location, although I had no idea why he would be interested in going to the old village. There could be reasons for that which I didn't like.

After dinner, which turned into some kind of noodle and vegetable collaboration between us, we just sat by the fire. I had started to carve again. I was trying to create another copy of that symbol which I had seen on the sign by the well, the ring with two parallel lines. After a while he leant closer to me in order to take a look at what I was doing. By then I had gotten the rough lines done, so the symbol was clearly visible. He appeared surprised as he examined the pattern I was carving.

Heiwa,“ he said, looking up at me. “Nande, kono shinboru?”

I agree,” I replied, my smile breaking through as he made a face at my pointless response. “I know, you don't understand. The feeling is mutual.”

He sighed, sitting back again and staring at the fire.

After a while, he started to speak. He was still looking at the fire and not at me, but he was most definitely not addressing the fire. There where no pauses during which he waited for my response this time, he just kept talking. I ended up staring at him instead of working on my piece of wood, completely fascinated. Even when he had to pause in order to think carefully about what to say next, I waited patiently for him to continue, never once interrupting him.

It was strange, the way I couldn't stop listening even though I didn't understand a word of the foreign language which spilled from his tongue. There was something passionate in his expression as he spoke. It could just have been the light, but it seemed like his features truly came alive while he was talking about, well, whatever it was he was talking about. It made me notice things about him which I hadn't seen before, like the fact that the rest of his face was as gorgeous as his hair. His eyes were brown and full of depth, his eyebrows sort of elegant. His lips moved quickly as he spoke, striking red against his fair complexion. His features were a bit feminine but all in all very, very nice, and there was something daring about the fierceness of his words. Whatever he was telling me about had to be very precious to him.

After a long time of speaking he fell silent, simply staring at the fire for a few more minutes. Then he finally looked up at me, giving me a kind of goofy smile.

Ore wa baka, desu ne?” he said, chuckling. “Anata ni hanashite.”

I think you are right,” I replied, ignoring his change in atmosphere as I looked at him seriously. “Whatever you said. I think it sounds like you know what you are talking about, and I hope it all turns out okay.”

It felt like owed him a response, even though he didn't understand it. I couldn't explain why. He had been speaking for such a long time, so I felt I ought to at least say something in return.

He didn't respond to that. Instead, he nodded at me before returning his eyes to the fire, seemingly deep in thought.

The next day passed in a similar manner, except that we didn't take any strange detours. The food was even better than it had been before as well. The tasty dishes cooked over the fire were hardly due to me, though. I had basically handed over my usable ingredients to Jun, letting him have free rein over them. So far, I was ecstatic over the result.

He had kept talking throughout the day. It wasn't like we had been quiet during yesterday's ride, but our conversations before last night had filled the purpose of deciding which direction we ought to go or what food we should eat. This day our communication was still a bit like it had been at first, because I still didn't understand a word he was saying, but now, just like last night, I had no clue regarding the topic as well. He wasn't talking about our surroundings, because he wasn't looking around himself as he spoke. Much like the night before, he didn't expect me to comprehend any of what he said or offer any feedback. He was just talking, and I was becoming more and more curious about what in the world he was saying.

I still tried to respond in some way. When he smiled, obviously thinking he had said something funny, I'd smile back at him, genuinely pleased that he seemed content. At the times when he seemed serious I would listen patiently and interact only when he appeared to be finished with that part. Once he was I found myself nodding in encouragement or just catching his eyes silently for a moment, letting him know that I had listened even though I couldn't understand. At one point, when there was something dark in his eyes and his expression was tormented as he practically spat out the words, I even found myself obliged to look away and give him a moment of privacy, although I had no idea why I was doing it.

“You are very interesting,” I told him that night after the (amazing) dinner (consisting of mashed potato and fried mushrooms).

He looked up at me, appearing confused. I just shrugged. I didn't need him to understand.

“I don't say that only because you are handsome, although that is certainly one factor,” I continued, grinning sheepishly at his confused expression. “No, you are interesting for so many reasons. You live your life here, just like I always dreamed of doing. You got to grow up in an environment which I was intentionally secluded from. Do you have any idea of how lucky you are?”

Naturally, no verbal answer. However, he did tilt his head as he looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

“You are listening,” I observed, smiling almost smugly at him. “It's addictive, right? Hearing everything yet understanding nothing. Makes you curious, doesn't it?”

I smiled wider at him, finding that he was smiling back at me.

“Well, I guess there is nothing we can do about that,” I sighed, although I was still grinning. “Unless I learn Japanese in, like, two seconds, or maybe if I travel back in time and make sure to learn it when I was younger. You haven't got a time machine, have you? No, I didn't think so.”

I sighed again, not managing to keep my smile this time.

“I wish my family hadn't thought it necessary to keep me from all of this,” I said, making a vague gesture towards our general surroundings. “This is beautiful. This place, the language you speak with such ease, the feeling I have here. All of it is just magnificent. Never before I came here have I wished so much that I had experienced some part of my Japanese heritage as I grew up. That it wouldn't have had to wait until now.”

I fell silent for a moment, thinking back. As I thought of myself and some of my previous actions, I couldn't help smiling.

“I did everything I could back then, though,” I reminded myself encouragingly. “Riding lessons, overnight trail rides. I even dated a Japanese girl once.”

I chuckled at the memory, shaking my head.

“I didn't like her,” I remembered. “Then again, I was twelve, so it wasn't a very serious thing on either side. Actually, I'm pretty sure she only said yes because all of her friends already had boyfriends and she wanted one, too. We broke up pretty soon, though, partly because she turned out to be very American. She didn't even speak Japanese. Besides, we really didn't click. I mean, she was a girl after all.”

I remembered how utterly normal it had felt to kiss her, how it hadn't been exciting at all. Back then, I had completely failed to interpret what my lack of emotion towards her actually meant. I just thought that I didn't like this particular girl, because I hadn't even begun to realise that I wasn't into girls at all.

“Then there was my first real partner,” I continued. “My best friend at the time. She really liked me and in retrospect I probably just couldn't say no. I couldn't hurt her like that. Of course, that relationship didn't exactly work out, either. She was hurt in the end. I should have been honest with my feelings, or rather lack of feelings, from the start.”

I nodded to myself, my thought wandering to the next person.

“And then there was him,” I concluded, grinning to myself even now. “So cool. Leather jacket, spiky hair, a smile to die for. Brown, lovely eyes, kind of like yours. Anyhow, he was my first in so many aspects, my first crush, first flirt, first kiss, first one-night stand. He made me realise so many things about myself, about who I am. In the end he might not have been all that much of a good, caring guy, but then again he never really promised me anything, either.”

I sighed, shaking my head at myself.

“And now I'm here,” I said, throwing a glance around me. “So I don't need to wonder about Japan anymore. I have a bit of an idea of what it's like now. Not that I'm done with it. I'd like to try some Japanese food, for instance. Which reminds me, how come you are not carrying around heaps of rice, huh? I would have liked that a lot.”

I looked up at him, and as I did so I discovered something unexpected. He was still looking at me as I spoke, but his eyes didn't meet mine when I faced him. They were focused on my face, but not on my eyes. No, he was looking lower. My lips. He must be looking at my lips as I was speaking, as they were moving. When I stopped talking, his eyes flickered up to meet mine. I thought I saw a look of embarrassment on his face before he hastily turned away, focusing his eyes on the fire again.

The unexpected tension I felt after that made me stay silent for another while before continuing.

“You really are interesting,” I repeated, my voice sounding completely different. “You are Japanese, you can cook, you are really handsome. Win-win-win, I think. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was crushing on you.”

I glanced over at him again, meeting his intrigued expression as he looked back at me.

“Shit,” I muttered, unable to tear away my gaze. “I really am crushing on you, big time. When did this happen, anyway?”

He didn't look like he had the answer, but he was still watching me.

I didn't look at him much more that evening, nor did I speak any more. Instead, I turned my attention back to my piece of wood, finishing the carving I had been working on. It was really small but I still made a hole in it, fitting a piece of string through. A necklace. He was looking at me during that entire time, trying to judge whether or not I was going to continue speaking. As I tied the ends of the string together in a knot he seemed to decide that I was done.

“Daijobu,” he said, forcing me to look up at him. “Tabun.”

I didn't know what he was saying. He seemed to be a bit awkward about saying anything at all. Shortly after that he nodded at me, got up and proceeded to enter his tent for the night. That wasn't out of the ordinary, except for the fact that he did it so much earlier than he had any of the other nights.

On the next morning, I still felt strangely tense. The uncomfortable atmosphere between us from yesterday night was hanging around. Neither of us spoke as we begun our ride that morning, both avoiding the other's eyes as much as it was possible. Even lunch wasn't as cheerful as it had been before. We weren't in the mood to cook. I resorted to eating some crackers and he offered me a fruit, but that was it.

“We need to relax,” I informed him tiredly that evening.

I had been working with my knife since dinner, actually managing to carve out another finished copy of the symbol. During the whole time, he had been looking at me strangely. I had glanced up to meet his eyes a couple of times, but the tension which appeared then was far from pleasant, making me look down again immediately.

Now, however, I raised my eyes with determination, looking straight at him.

“This is tiresome,” I continued. “So we should just stop it. Seriously.”

He didn't answer. Instead, he got up and entered his tent. I just sighed, feeling some kind of hopelessness.

The next morning, the morning of day eight, I woke up relatively early. It was strangely quiet outside of the tent. I stepped out, taking a look around. Something wasn't right. In fact, everything wasn't right. The horses were gone, for one. My backpack was still there and it appeared to contain all of my things, but Jun's stuff had disappeared without a trace.

“Fuck,” I said, looking around. “Shit. Damn. Screw this. No way. Great, just fucking great.”

There wasn't really much I could do, nor were there many options for what could have happened. Someone must have taken all of the stuff and untied the horses, taking them away. Jun wasn't here, either. Simple math, that.

“Well, this sucks,” I concluded after a short while of standing around and feeling tired and, in some way, betrayed. “And it's way too early to do anything about it.”

There was noone there to hear me when I spoke this time. I had gotten so used to talking out loud without my message getting through to anyone, I was now talking to myself. That wouldn't help at all. No, what I ought to do was start walking down the mountain and hope that I reached civilization before I ran out of food, or this would get unpleasant. For now, however, I would go back to sleep.

When I woke up again, I did hear movements outside. Feeling very confused, I popped my head out of the tent. The horses were back! They were right where they ought to be, tied to the tree and standing side by side just like every morning. Jun was there, too, sitting by the fire with a cup of coffee in his hand. He hadn't put up his tent again.

Or maybe I had dreamt that he was gone, maybe he had just woken up and packed his things like always. It didn't seem like I had dreamt, though. The way he glanced nervously at me was far from a dream, and the look of shame in his eyes was different from the slightly uncomfortable emotion I had seen in them the day before.

At least he was back. For some reason he had left, and now he was back.

Relief washed through me as I sat down opposite him, daring to give him a smile when I saw that the cup of coffee had been emptied. He returned my smile, but he seemed a bit distracted.

As I packed up my things, I didn't place my carved pieces of wood in my backpack. Instead, I held out one of them for Jun. He seemed confused as he took it even though he had seen it several times before.

“It's a present,” I assured him, smiling tentatively as I retrieved my own from inside my t-shirt, showing him how I was wearing it “See, I've got another one. You take that one.”

He looked from my necklace to the one I had given him, appearing truly astonished. Then, just when I thought he was going to refuse it, he started to laugh.

I didn't understand at all as he broke down complete, a huge grin lighting up his entire face.

“Something funny?” I asked as he started to calm down.

He just grinned at me, but he still put the necklace on before we continued our ride towards the village.

The sun was shining again, the weird tension gone. We rode with a quicker pace now, both eager as we looked ahead on the road. If we were where we thought we were on my map, we would most likely reach the village before the day was over.

This is what happens when I plan before writing. It takes a few days for the first chapter, and then the next just appear. Magic! This weekend, however, I have guests and am busy, so continuation can be expected in the middle of next week and this story should be all done before next week is over. :)

If any of you are really good at Japanese and notice any mistakes Jun makes, I hearby blame them all on Kame's inability to hear what he says correctly!

... sleep. Needed. Now. I can't believe that this always happens!!!

EDIT: part three can now be found here!
moritsukimoritsuki on July 2nd, 2010 12:54 am (UTC)
I really like this story. Its funny how Kame keeps getting turned around even though he has a map XD
And it has an interesting premise, looking forward to the rest of it ^^
auburn_witch: Kameauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:12 am (UTC)
:) I kind of needed Jun to lead the way, I think. Worked better. Besides, it was more fun! XD
Thank you for reading! =D
chibi_turtlechibi_turtle on July 2nd, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
whoa! I'm slightly panicked too when Jun and the horses is gone..
looks like they already have a crush on each other? ;)

looking forward for the next chapter! :D
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:17 am (UTC)
=D Thank you for reading!
iqachipmunk: jun sumairuiqachipmunk on July 2nd, 2010 03:05 am (UTC)
I never thought that I will like this pair...
Really like your way of writing..looking forward for the next chapter..
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:18 am (UTC)
It is a bit of a Rare!Pair, yeah. I just sort of felt like it! XD
Thank you!!!
agnes_yunitaagnes_yunita on July 2nd, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
Oh god...i just grinning and grinning while read this cause this is just great...and with their one way conversation and the way jun just listening all the time...god u just great...and now i have to wait .....

Okay that's fine but please....updates ok.....i'm just hoping and hoping....thank u ^^
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:22 am (UTC)
:) Thank you!
I really will finish it next week, though. Promise!
sky_astropolissky_astropolis on July 2nd, 2010 03:57 am (UTC)
i like it ^_^
going to check your other fics too ^^
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:22 am (UTC)
=D Thank you!
Micchiohryouchipi on July 2nd, 2010 05:03 am (UTC)
very interesting and cant wait for the continuation,
ganbatte, mattemasu~~~~
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:27 am (UTC)
:) Thank you for reading!
Alexcrono112288 on July 2nd, 2010 05:12 am (UTC)
I recently got into this pairing and now I can't get enough....

I really like this setting
Specially the idea of them not being able to understand each other through words
Can't wait for more (^-^)
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 2nd, 2010 08:28 am (UTC)
... I guess I had good timing with this fic, then. XD

Thank you for reading!
Shadzshardaunei on July 2nd, 2010 11:04 am (UTC)
Just started reading this. This is great. Can't wait for the next chapter.
auburn_witch: Kameauburn_witch on July 8th, 2010 12:52 am (UTC)
:) Thank you! The third chapter is up now, link at the bottom of this post!
Sole Sakuma: Matsujunsolesakuma on July 2nd, 2010 01:08 pm (UTC)
Matsukame AU! Somehow, I feel like the pairing is all grown up now.

I really liked the one-way conversation and their crushing on each other. :)
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 8th, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
:) Thank you! (Third part up now!)
Evelyn Reevesevelynreeves on July 2nd, 2010 01:58 pm (UTC)
the story getting more exciting,,
and kazu with the map *just so kawaii and cute*
actually i dont understand Japanese *sighs*,so i cant understand jun`s word too,,*sheepy smile*,,but its more interesting,,hehehe,,
Okay,,kazu just confess his crush on Jun,,*grinning*
will wait to see the next ^0^
thx for this *hearts*
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 8th, 2010 12:56 am (UTC)
Kame is a bit like a tourist, with that map. XD That's how I envision him, anyway.
Well, you're not supposed to understand everything. I think people might understand some things in the next part (which is up, by the way!)
Anyhow, thank you!!!
La Fee Verteabsinthe1213 on July 3rd, 2010 09:23 pm (UTC)
very interesting story...

yeah, the language barrier can be a pain sometimes but it does bring something unexpected sometimes...
auburn_witch: Jun - calendar picauburn_witch on July 8th, 2010 12:57 am (UTC)
:) Thank you! (Third part up now!)