Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Common Ground ❯ Part the Tenth ( Chapter 10 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
Julia comes to some startling revelations, causing a few decisions to be questioned. Told from Julia's point of view.
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.10.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
Julia comes to some startling revelations, causing a few decisions to be questioned. Told from Julia's point of view.
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.10.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
COMMON GROUND
A Hana Kimi challenge fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: Flashback! Tell the story of what happened by revisiting the experience through the eyes of one of the participants. (week 24)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Julia comes to some startling revelations, causing a few decisions to be questioned. What revelations? What decisions? You'll have to read to find out. This part told from Julia's point of view. Hint of lime, but no lemon.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hana Kimi or the characters in this story. I am simply borrowing them for my own amusement. I do hope Nakajo-sensei will forgive me.
Part the Tenth - Revelations in Time
Saying goodbye has never been so difficult.
"Hey, why the tears?"
"Because...I hate goodbyes."
Especially now.
"This isn't a goodbye forever, right?"
"Right."
But what a goodbye it was!
"Don't forget me now."
"Like I could."
I will hold that memory close to me, until my dying day.
"I love you, Shuichi. Stay out of trouble, will ya?"
"Me? YOU need to stay out of trouble. *kiss* And I love you, too,
Julia."
"Write me?"
"Everyday I'm not too exhausted from practice. Even then I think Mom
will make me."
"Flight 1567 to Los Angeles is now boarding."
"That's me. *kiss* I'll talk to you soon. Take care."
"You, too."
As I settle into my seat on a giant 757, I give one last glance out the nearest window. I want to burn every instant into memory. Every moment spent in this place. They'll have to last me a while. At least a year before I'll have the chance to return.
The plane prepares for take off. My seat jerks, my ears popping as it leaps into the air. I'm not much for flying, but I need to get used to it. I'll be making many more flights in the future. Taking a deep breath, I focus briefly on the flight attendant as she reviews safety guidelines.
The words and motions are blurred as I lean back in my seat. The scenery outside my window is beautiful, if I care to pay attention to it, which I don't. I just want to think about him. Remember him. Nothing else in the world matters but him.
My eyes close and memories of the week prior run through my head.
After parting ways with Nakatsu at train station, I spent the next few days playing third wheel with Mizuki and Sano. The cuteness of the two of them together was bad enough. Add to that the outpouring of public affection, the sugar overdose of nicknames, and the loud noises at three in the morning and they were just downright annoying.
Still, I had promised to visit with Mizuki in hopes of helping her with her wedding. Only a god could plan a wedding in a week! We looked over a number of magazines -- mostly imports -- to get ideas. She knew she wanted a Western style wedding, but most of the ideas she was putting together made a traditional Japanese wedding the better idea.
"No, no. The kimono is lovely. But this dress is just as beautiful. And less expensive."
"Your brother promised to buy your wedding gown," I told her. "You're not going to easy on his wallet, are you? Remember he is the one that wanted you to come home."
"True. Hmm...maybe I'll go with this one then. I can have the sleeves altered. And the neckline."
"Or how about this one?"
"The train isn't long enough."
"This one?"
"Too much lace."
"Okay...this one! It has the neckline you want."
"No sleeves."
Three days came and went in similar fashion. Between picking out dresses, discussing decorations and colors and bickering over the perfect date, nothing was accomplished. For the wedding that is.
"You could have just gone home with him and saved yourself the trouble."
"And miss out on the two of you smooching in public?! Never!"
"Very funny."
I rearranged my flight home to leave two days later than first planned. And I purchased a bus ticket to visit someone special.
Five days. Five hellish freaking days! I missed him from the moment he turned the corner at the train station and was out of my sight. I missed seeing him. Missed hearing his voice. Missed his teasing and arguing.
Is it bad I missed the sex, too?
A small part of me disappeared with him.
And I wanted it back!
The week apart felt like eternity. Each day dragged worse than the one before. Despite the planning, the running around, the shopping and the sightseeing, five days felt like five weeks. I would wake up hoping it would be Thursday, only to discover it wasn't.
My friends did their best to cheer me up when they knew I was down. I appreciated the effort. Truly I did.
But, honestly, they were part of the problem.
It was great to see them together, to see them so happy. We even had a few great moments as a group. Like when Sano "accidentally" spilled water on Mizuki. It turned into an all out water fight. Or the dinner that ended up with all three of us in tears from laughing so hard. And the toilet seat incident could not be forgotten!
But I was so jealous that my bad nature showed in my mood at times. I felt left out. Not because I didn't feel as if I fit in, but because the one I wanted to be with wasn't there. It was so unfair I wanted to scream! My hugs and kisses were miles away! I cried myself to sleep one night because I missed him so much.
Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but this was just killing me.
I was in love with him.
I didn't know the warning signs. But during those moment where I would stop and think, I realized it. Just like that. Sure I loved the way he smiled at me. I loved his cooking. I loved his butt! I also loved the way he made me feel. Loved the way he'd look at me, like I was the only person who mattered. Loved the way he held me, as if I was precious glass that could easily break. He was kind and caring. Strong and emotional. Loyal and determined.
Quite frankly, he put all my previous boyfriends to shame.
I don't know why I didn't see it before. You know, when I first came to Japan to spy on Mizuki. We didn't exactly start out on the right foot. I mean, we fought over Mizuki.
And it was she who brought us together.
Okay, Sano helped a little.
"You could stay with us for another day," Mizuki said hopefully. She knew how badly I missed Nakatsu, but she was still sad to see me go. When would we see each other next?
"I'm sorry." I embraced her as my train pulled in to the station. "I promised him a visit."
"Go have fun." That from Sano. "Give him our best."
"And stay out of trouble!"
The five hour train ride was very scenic. It gave me the quiet time I needed to affirm my thought. Figure out this new life path I seemed to be traveling down.
I always wanted a good relationship, with a good man. But I never had the dream of 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. Oh, no. My dreams revolved around a big house, fancy cars and 4 or 5 kids.
Yes, 4 or 5 kids!
Life is not as perfect as dreams, but I was always disappointed with each and every relationship. Kenny was a prime example. Not only was he interested in just sex, but the fact that I got bloated during my menstral cycle grossed him out. Let's not forget about the whining and complaining because I was never pretty enough, or thin enough.
Evan thought he was God's gift to woman. Too bad many of the women he dated had a difference of opinion.
Steven, sweet as he was, possessed this innate ability to sleep with other people. Particularly men. The fact that he loved to wear my clothes was also hard to live with. He made a great shopping partner though.
Robert was just...Robert. There was no other way to describe him. Weird, maybe? Crazy, perhaps. But there was just no defining him.
Shuichi Nakatsu was not perfect. He even admitted it! Such a breath of fresh air! He's not a bundle of joy at 8a.m. nor does he always comb his hair. He can smother with attentiveness and worry. And forgetful! He forgets to put down the toilet seat. I've seen this first hand!
Despite the faults he admitted to (and the ones he won't), he's determined to be a good person. A role model of sorts. Honest and loyal. He gave from the heart without asking for anything in return. He put 110 percent into every task, every challenge. He was open to change but determined to reach his goals. He was a handsome, mature teen becoming a confident and even more handsome young man.
And he only had eyes for me.
Sounded like perfection to me!
We could discuss the big house, fancy cars and 5 kids later.
I was in love with him. I knew this with a certainty I've never had for anything else. The time apart only solidified the need for him in my life. Yet, I was frightened to even think about saying those words. And more frightened -- terrified even -- that I wouldn't be the person he needed, or even wanted me to be.
I was left alone on the platform after the train departed. However, I wasn't to wait long. I heard someone calling my name. Then I saw him. Even in sweats he looked so damn hot. I smiled, waving to him as he ran down the platform.
Quickly I was swept into a bear hug. I hugged him as tight as I could, not wanting to let go even when the next train started into the station. "I missed you," I whispered to him as we parted.
"I missed you too. C'mon...my mom's waiting."
His mother was a delightful woman. Stern, nosy and a little overbearing...but delightful. After a quick introduction I was whisked away to his home. My things were settled into a small room - his room I realized later - and then we were off.
He showed me where he grew up. Where he used to play as a kid. The places he liked to hang out at when he was down. I took in everything, eager to know more about him. To immerse myself in his life. We ate at his favorite restaurant for lunch and I found the most darling shop hidden between two larger stores. The area wasn't too large, but we managed to cover a lot of ground in one day.
I helped him cook dinner that night, feeling that connection we had created at the cabin. He stood behind me, hands on my wrists showing me the "proper" way to cut a potato. If his mother hadn't been close by, his instructions would have gone in another direction...one leading away from the meal and straight to dessert. Still, it felt natural to be close to him, to be standing in that one spot in that one moment.
The first night there was a bit awkward. It didn't help that his mother insinuated many things, but insisted that we sleep in separate areas. We acquiesced, kissing each other good night before going to sleep.
We made up for it the next afternoon.
God but it felt so good to be with him again! I knew I missed him, but I figured the sex wasn't a factor. Boy was I wrong! Although not a large factor, I hadn't realized how much I missed feeling his hands on my body until he touched me, upping my breasts in his palms. How much I missed his kisses until they were rained upon me from head to toe.
The feeling of becoming one was heightened by our desire, our raw need for each other. He felt larger than before, but that could have been the angle. It was me who set the pace, controlled the speed. Willingly he allowed himself to be used, to drown in pleasure. I did everything I thought felt right, and a few things he wasn't expecting.
"Where did you learn...something like that?"
"Women's magazines can be very...informative."
When the final moment of pleasure claimed us, we held onto each other. Clinging for dear life as our bodies exploded, our hearts pounding to be free. Warm flesh cooled slowly, but even after it had returned to normal, we didn't want to let go of each other.
"Julia?"
"Hmm?"
"I...I love you."
I hugged him tighter, placing a brief kiss to his chest, just over his heart. My heart leapt when he said those words. I was relieved he had said them first, but sad at the same time. With a smile, I looked him in the eye and replied, "I love you, too."
Our kiss was passionate, but brief. "How are we going to make this work?"
"We'll find a way."
"You sound confident."
"I've had a few days to think about it."
"And?"
"And...plans can be changed."
My hand is still warm from his. My lips still tingle from his kiss. The blue water below is not nearly as blue as my heart. I miss him all the more. We'll write, of course, and we've agreed to chat online to keep in touch. A phone call will be made once a month for an hour, alternating months between us. I've also promised him a web camera for his birthday so we can see each other, too.
I never thought I'd fall in love this quickly. And with the monkey no less!
It's a warm feeling I wouldn't give up for the world.
"Oh, what a pretty ring! Is that from your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
He surprised me with a gift before we left the house. The small box contained a silver heart with two small stones on either side. I held my breath as he took it from the box and placed it on my finger. I was so surprised I'm not sure I even heard him correctly when he spoke.
"Don't forget me."
Yeah, as if!
I guess this means I'll have to come up with a surprise for him.
I have a few ideas.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
A Hana Kimi challenge fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: Flashback! Tell the story of what happened by revisiting the experience through the eyes of one of the participants. (week 24)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Julia comes to some startling revelations, causing a few decisions to be questioned. What revelations? What decisions? You'll have to read to find out. This part told from Julia's point of view. Hint of lime, but no lemon.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hana Kimi or the characters in this story. I am simply borrowing them for my own amusement. I do hope Nakajo-sensei will forgive me.
Part the Tenth - Revelations in Time
Saying goodbye has never been so difficult.
"Hey, why the tears?"
"Because...I hate goodbyes."
Especially now.
"This isn't a goodbye forever, right?"
"Right."
But what a goodbye it was!
"Don't forget me now."
"Like I could."
I will hold that memory close to me, until my dying day.
"I love you, Shuichi. Stay out of trouble, will ya?"
"Me? YOU need to stay out of trouble. *kiss* And I love you, too,
Julia."
"Write me?"
"Everyday I'm not too exhausted from practice. Even then I think Mom
will make me."
"Flight 1567 to Los Angeles is now boarding."
"That's me. *kiss* I'll talk to you soon. Take care."
"You, too."
As I settle into my seat on a giant 757, I give one last glance out the nearest window. I want to burn every instant into memory. Every moment spent in this place. They'll have to last me a while. At least a year before I'll have the chance to return.
The plane prepares for take off. My seat jerks, my ears popping as it leaps into the air. I'm not much for flying, but I need to get used to it. I'll be making many more flights in the future. Taking a deep breath, I focus briefly on the flight attendant as she reviews safety guidelines.
The words and motions are blurred as I lean back in my seat. The scenery outside my window is beautiful, if I care to pay attention to it, which I don't. I just want to think about him. Remember him. Nothing else in the world matters but him.
My eyes close and memories of the week prior run through my head.
After parting ways with Nakatsu at train station, I spent the next few days playing third wheel with Mizuki and Sano. The cuteness of the two of them together was bad enough. Add to that the outpouring of public affection, the sugar overdose of nicknames, and the loud noises at three in the morning and they were just downright annoying.
Still, I had promised to visit with Mizuki in hopes of helping her with her wedding. Only a god could plan a wedding in a week! We looked over a number of magazines -- mostly imports -- to get ideas. She knew she wanted a Western style wedding, but most of the ideas she was putting together made a traditional Japanese wedding the better idea.
"No, no. The kimono is lovely. But this dress is just as beautiful. And less expensive."
"Your brother promised to buy your wedding gown," I told her. "You're not going to easy on his wallet, are you? Remember he is the one that wanted you to come home."
"True. Hmm...maybe I'll go with this one then. I can have the sleeves altered. And the neckline."
"Or how about this one?"
"The train isn't long enough."
"This one?"
"Too much lace."
"Okay...this one! It has the neckline you want."
"No sleeves."
Three days came and went in similar fashion. Between picking out dresses, discussing decorations and colors and bickering over the perfect date, nothing was accomplished. For the wedding that is.
"You could have just gone home with him and saved yourself the trouble."
"And miss out on the two of you smooching in public?! Never!"
"Very funny."
I rearranged my flight home to leave two days later than first planned. And I purchased a bus ticket to visit someone special.
Five days. Five hellish freaking days! I missed him from the moment he turned the corner at the train station and was out of my sight. I missed seeing him. Missed hearing his voice. Missed his teasing and arguing.
Is it bad I missed the sex, too?
A small part of me disappeared with him.
And I wanted it back!
The week apart felt like eternity. Each day dragged worse than the one before. Despite the planning, the running around, the shopping and the sightseeing, five days felt like five weeks. I would wake up hoping it would be Thursday, only to discover it wasn't.
My friends did their best to cheer me up when they knew I was down. I appreciated the effort. Truly I did.
But, honestly, they were part of the problem.
It was great to see them together, to see them so happy. We even had a few great moments as a group. Like when Sano "accidentally" spilled water on Mizuki. It turned into an all out water fight. Or the dinner that ended up with all three of us in tears from laughing so hard. And the toilet seat incident could not be forgotten!
But I was so jealous that my bad nature showed in my mood at times. I felt left out. Not because I didn't feel as if I fit in, but because the one I wanted to be with wasn't there. It was so unfair I wanted to scream! My hugs and kisses were miles away! I cried myself to sleep one night because I missed him so much.
Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but this was just killing me.
I was in love with him.
I didn't know the warning signs. But during those moment where I would stop and think, I realized it. Just like that. Sure I loved the way he smiled at me. I loved his cooking. I loved his butt! I also loved the way he made me feel. Loved the way he'd look at me, like I was the only person who mattered. Loved the way he held me, as if I was precious glass that could easily break. He was kind and caring. Strong and emotional. Loyal and determined.
Quite frankly, he put all my previous boyfriends to shame.
I don't know why I didn't see it before. You know, when I first came to Japan to spy on Mizuki. We didn't exactly start out on the right foot. I mean, we fought over Mizuki.
And it was she who brought us together.
Okay, Sano helped a little.
"You could stay with us for another day," Mizuki said hopefully. She knew how badly I missed Nakatsu, but she was still sad to see me go. When would we see each other next?
"I'm sorry." I embraced her as my train pulled in to the station. "I promised him a visit."
"Go have fun." That from Sano. "Give him our best."
"And stay out of trouble!"
The five hour train ride was very scenic. It gave me the quiet time I needed to affirm my thought. Figure out this new life path I seemed to be traveling down.
I always wanted a good relationship, with a good man. But I never had the dream of 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. Oh, no. My dreams revolved around a big house, fancy cars and 4 or 5 kids.
Yes, 4 or 5 kids!
Life is not as perfect as dreams, but I was always disappointed with each and every relationship. Kenny was a prime example. Not only was he interested in just sex, but the fact that I got bloated during my menstral cycle grossed him out. Let's not forget about the whining and complaining because I was never pretty enough, or thin enough.
Evan thought he was God's gift to woman. Too bad many of the women he dated had a difference of opinion.
Steven, sweet as he was, possessed this innate ability to sleep with other people. Particularly men. The fact that he loved to wear my clothes was also hard to live with. He made a great shopping partner though.
Robert was just...Robert. There was no other way to describe him. Weird, maybe? Crazy, perhaps. But there was just no defining him.
Shuichi Nakatsu was not perfect. He even admitted it! Such a breath of fresh air! He's not a bundle of joy at 8a.m. nor does he always comb his hair. He can smother with attentiveness and worry. And forgetful! He forgets to put down the toilet seat. I've seen this first hand!
Despite the faults he admitted to (and the ones he won't), he's determined to be a good person. A role model of sorts. Honest and loyal. He gave from the heart without asking for anything in return. He put 110 percent into every task, every challenge. He was open to change but determined to reach his goals. He was a handsome, mature teen becoming a confident and even more handsome young man.
And he only had eyes for me.
Sounded like perfection to me!
We could discuss the big house, fancy cars and 5 kids later.
I was in love with him. I knew this with a certainty I've never had for anything else. The time apart only solidified the need for him in my life. Yet, I was frightened to even think about saying those words. And more frightened -- terrified even -- that I wouldn't be the person he needed, or even wanted me to be.
I was left alone on the platform after the train departed. However, I wasn't to wait long. I heard someone calling my name. Then I saw him. Even in sweats he looked so damn hot. I smiled, waving to him as he ran down the platform.
Quickly I was swept into a bear hug. I hugged him as tight as I could, not wanting to let go even when the next train started into the station. "I missed you," I whispered to him as we parted.
"I missed you too. C'mon...my mom's waiting."
His mother was a delightful woman. Stern, nosy and a little overbearing...but delightful. After a quick introduction I was whisked away to his home. My things were settled into a small room - his room I realized later - and then we were off.
He showed me where he grew up. Where he used to play as a kid. The places he liked to hang out at when he was down. I took in everything, eager to know more about him. To immerse myself in his life. We ate at his favorite restaurant for lunch and I found the most darling shop hidden between two larger stores. The area wasn't too large, but we managed to cover a lot of ground in one day.
I helped him cook dinner that night, feeling that connection we had created at the cabin. He stood behind me, hands on my wrists showing me the "proper" way to cut a potato. If his mother hadn't been close by, his instructions would have gone in another direction...one leading away from the meal and straight to dessert. Still, it felt natural to be close to him, to be standing in that one spot in that one moment.
The first night there was a bit awkward. It didn't help that his mother insinuated many things, but insisted that we sleep in separate areas. We acquiesced, kissing each other good night before going to sleep.
We made up for it the next afternoon.
God but it felt so good to be with him again! I knew I missed him, but I figured the sex wasn't a factor. Boy was I wrong! Although not a large factor, I hadn't realized how much I missed feeling his hands on my body until he touched me, upping my breasts in his palms. How much I missed his kisses until they were rained upon me from head to toe.
The feeling of becoming one was heightened by our desire, our raw need for each other. He felt larger than before, but that could have been the angle. It was me who set the pace, controlled the speed. Willingly he allowed himself to be used, to drown in pleasure. I did everything I thought felt right, and a few things he wasn't expecting.
"Where did you learn...something like that?"
"Women's magazines can be very...informative."
When the final moment of pleasure claimed us, we held onto each other. Clinging for dear life as our bodies exploded, our hearts pounding to be free. Warm flesh cooled slowly, but even after it had returned to normal, we didn't want to let go of each other.
"Julia?"
"Hmm?"
"I...I love you."
I hugged him tighter, placing a brief kiss to his chest, just over his heart. My heart leapt when he said those words. I was relieved he had said them first, but sad at the same time. With a smile, I looked him in the eye and replied, "I love you, too."
Our kiss was passionate, but brief. "How are we going to make this work?"
"We'll find a way."
"You sound confident."
"I've had a few days to think about it."
"And?"
"And...plans can be changed."
My hand is still warm from his. My lips still tingle from his kiss. The blue water below is not nearly as blue as my heart. I miss him all the more. We'll write, of course, and we've agreed to chat online to keep in touch. A phone call will be made once a month for an hour, alternating months between us. I've also promised him a web camera for his birthday so we can see each other, too.
I never thought I'd fall in love this quickly. And with the monkey no less!
It's a warm feeling I wouldn't give up for the world.
"Oh, what a pretty ring! Is that from your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
He surprised me with a gift before we left the house. The small box contained a silver heart with two small stones on either side. I held my breath as he took it from the box and placed it on my finger. I was so surprised I'm not sure I even heard him correctly when he spoke.
"Don't forget me."
Yeah, as if!
I guess this means I'll have to come up with a surprise for him.
I have a few ideas.
~TO BE CONTINUED~