why is this fic so long x.x I like how you used a different and original plotline.
- His father had told him it was 'fungus,' whatever that was. Junno believed it was fur. =))))) - He thought of the scrawny boy and the tiny loaf of bread that had holes and chunks missing. That didn't seem very filling either. And the boy wasn't a dust bunny or a big bunny. Not a dust person or a rotten orange, either. He was a boy of Junno's age. - He lifted the bread up in the air so that it eclipsed the sun and shone like a commet, golden crust with beak-sized craters speckled all over. This was his prize. The bread was light in his hands, not as dense as he would have liked, but the fact that it was large enough to fill both his palms made up for it. - He grinned up at the sky, sweet bread filling his mouth as cool water mended his feet. This was heaven. - They were both seafoam green and poofy with shiny bits and bobs that caught the sunlight streaming in through the window and reflected mini rainbows along the wooden panels of the shop's walls. He had been tracking their movements for quite some time, wondering if each rainbow had its own pot of gold, while his mother pulled out gown after gown and fretted about some wedding or another. - Junno loved weddings. It was where people smiled the most. - Junno tapped at the glass, his finger typing out a morse code of delight that couldn't be read. - What's your name? he mouthed. The brown eyes blinked. My name is Junno, he tried again, forming the words slowly and feeling much a like a fish on display The brown eyes turned away and Junno's smile faltered. - Much like a lizard, he thought to himself and wished he had a purple lolly on hand. - The yellow roses bloomed so brightly that, to Junno, the rose bush appeared like a collection of suns. - "I thought we were going to play a game." "We are. We're playing fetch the apple. Go fetch." - "But how would you get home?" Junno asked, imagining the boy soaring into the sky and up, up, up so Junno would never see him again. Would never know his name to call him back. - "You don't know it yet, but it does," he said, for a moment sounding much older than he was. "I can pay you in smiles," Junno offered and the boy laughed again. Smile number twenty-three. - he shouted and threw fistfuls of grass in Junno's stupid, stunned face. He ordered Junno to keep quiet while he plucked bits of grass and leaves out of his hair again. In the ensuing silence, Junno's smile was like a blaring siren, obnoxious and louder than he had ever seen before. He wanted to freeze it like that forever.
(+ this reminds me of gloating!sara, somehow >.>)
- and he felt like a caterpillar that had just grown its wings. It was a special sort of happiness.
(+ lol did you ninja 23 and Special Happiness in your fic?)
- "Leaf me alone,"
(O________O I thought this was a typo at first.)
- Dirty, pest, brat, rotten. No one had ever called Kazuya pretty before. - He could feel his big ol' heart inflate against his ribs. - with no horizon in sight. Around Kazuya, he was always lost at sea. - They were Junno's Kazuya and Kazuya's Junno. They'd always have their ship. They'd get lost together.
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Date: 2012-01-14 02:31 pm (UTC)why is this fic so long x.xI like how you used a different and original plotline.
- His father had told him it was 'fungus,' whatever that was. Junno believed it was fur. =)))))
- He thought of the scrawny boy and the tiny loaf of bread that had holes and chunks missing. That didn't seem very filling either. And the boy wasn't a dust bunny or a big bunny. Not a dust person or a rotten orange, either. He was a boy of Junno's age.
- He lifted the bread up in the air so that it eclipsed the sun and shone like a commet, golden crust with beak-sized craters speckled all over. This was his prize. The bread was light in his hands, not as dense as he would have liked, but the fact that it was large enough to fill both his palms made up for it.
- He grinned up at the sky, sweet bread filling his mouth as cool water mended his feet. This was heaven.
- They were both seafoam green and poofy with shiny bits and bobs that caught the sunlight streaming in through the window and reflected mini rainbows along the wooden panels of the shop's walls. He had been tracking their movements for quite some time, wondering if each rainbow had its own pot of gold, while his mother pulled out gown after gown and fretted about some wedding or another.
- Junno loved weddings. It was where people smiled the most.
- Junno tapped at the glass, his finger typing out a morse code of delight that couldn't be read.
- What's your name? he mouthed.
The brown eyes blinked.
My name is Junno, he tried again, forming the words slowly and feeling much a like a fish on display
The brown eyes turned away and Junno's smile faltered.
- Much like a lizard, he thought to himself and wished he had a purple lolly on hand.
- The yellow roses bloomed so brightly that, to Junno, the rose bush appeared like a collection of suns.
- "I thought we were going to play a game."
"We are. We're playing fetch the apple. Go fetch."
- "But how would you get home?" Junno asked, imagining the boy soaring into the sky and up, up, up so Junno would never see him again. Would never know his name to call him back.
- "You don't know it yet, but it does," he said, for a moment sounding much older than he was.
"I can pay you in smiles," Junno offered and the boy laughed again. Smile number twenty-three.
- he shouted and threw fistfuls of grass in Junno's stupid, stunned face.
He ordered Junno to keep quiet while he plucked bits of grass and leaves out of his hair again. In the ensuing silence, Junno's smile was like a blaring siren, obnoxious and louder than he had ever seen before. He wanted to freeze it like that forever.
(+ this reminds me of gloating!sara, somehow >.>)
- and he felt like a caterpillar that had just grown its wings.
It was a special sort of happiness.
(+ lol did you ninja 23 and Special Happiness in your fic?)
- "Leaf me alone,"
(O________O I thought this was a typo at first.)
- Dirty, pest, brat, rotten.
No one had ever called Kazuya pretty before.
- He could feel his big ol' heart inflate against his ribs.
- with no horizon in sight. Around Kazuya, he was always lost at sea.
- They were Junno's Kazuya and Kazuya's Junno. They'd always have their ship.
They'd get lost together.
♥♥♥ I missed your writing so much.