dummies in a fluffy ~ Nakamaru's Side-story。
Title: ☆dummies in a fluffy ~ Nakamaru's Side-story。
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: one shot - side story to main multi-chap.
Pairing: Nakamaru x Kazuya (NaKame);
Rating: pg13
Genre: au; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: In high school, Nakamaru had had a few crushes. During university he dated twice and had loads of fun. He'd made memories he's sure he'll never forget. But love - after all that, he's sure those feelings were nothing near love... until now, at the crack of dawn on a cold morning in January.
Word Count: 2,196
Notes: I've been thinking about giving Nakamaru his own story since the prologue and then a reader expressed interest in his character. But, since I've never written much of anybody but JunDa, I've no confidence with other pairings. But then, a story in line with the main plot with Junno x Tatsuya came to mind and alas, this One Shot was written. This is an independent story so there's no need to read the main story (though I would be happy if you do). But I recommend reading the Prologue to Dummies in a Fuffy for some background input and feelings. This plot follows directly where the main story ended (for those who have followed the series), soooo~ Happy reading ♡٩(๑′∀ ‵๑)۶♡
(c) channi_tony's
<><><><><><><><><><>
Love;
Nothing but collars and chains binding people like animals on a leash - that’s what Nakamaru has always believed.
And so he keeps to himself and lurks in the shadow playing the role of the perfect confidant while falling hard for his best friend, Tatsuya - who weeps love for another man. But even though it pains him like a stake, he can never find the bravery, the resolve to give up on such a sad lonely love that bears tear stains on his sofa for another man - until he saw them - Tatsuya and his lover boy, Junno at the shrine on New Year’s Day.
He hides his presence and observes them from afar; the blush of happiness on Tatsuya’s cheekbones; the way they pad each other up - soft and fluffy like cotton; their smiles reaching the corners of their mouths and the crinkles gathered at the corner of their eyes.
It’s then, for the first time Nakamaru senses ‘the feeling’;
“I want to fall in love too”.
Such a thought raids his mind as he reflects on his lonely pathetic life. Not many people would start the New Year by visiting the shrine alone; no friends, no lover - definitely not the Japanese tradition.
But here he is - alone and cold with a heart aching and hungry for love.
“I want to fall in love too”, he again mimes to himself - ducking in hide behind a huge bell as he watches his friend toasty in fluff in the winter wind.
And that’s all it takes for him to find his resolve - thinking that perhaps with the New Year starting, that he should be a man and leap - after all, if his therapy sessions with Tatsuya has taught him anything, it’s that love isn’t an easy feat.
Nakamaru is surprised himself. Surprised and in wonderment as to where his sudden craving for love comes from - and like a man about to leap, he breathes in deeply, slowly exhales and counts 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 and ~ up he goes, jumping to his feet.
His resolve;
I want to fall in love too.
Finally - on his feet he stands and scans the shrine’s surroundings. It’s one of those lover’s shrine in Tokyo that prayer for lasting happiness or a prayer to find happiness is offered.
Will he find someone he can love?
And so he searches around for his ideal; long black hair, a height not too short not too tall, slender, with some grace in her hands, small mouth, pink lips and… and ~~~
And in an instant, all that becomes meaningless when just three steps away from him, hair parted at the side - the right half hanging longer than the left over the eye - eyes a pale brown and sparkling in the winter light - nose oddly, strikingly handsome and perfectly aligns with the neatness of the face - a cigarette pitched sexy betwixt his lips - lips that pout with every draw of smoke and slightly purse to release puffs that mix in with the cold air in a stirring mist - this brand new sight fills Nakamaru eyes, and he’s just about freaked out about the way his heart makes a leap and a full jump and how the walls of his tummy flips at the allure of a man leaning with one foot against the light post - the air around him neither thin nor thick, or perhaps, it’s just Nakamaru choking.
“It’s cold, isn’t?” Nakamaru declares out of thin air, coolly gesturing, swaying to and fro as if to explain his point.
The man who has so quickly garnered Nakamaru’s fancy looks over at him with his forehead crunching in what can be mild annoyance, but he still answers, “well, it’s winter, isn’t it?”
At that, Nakamaru could lash himself for being lower than lame this early in the game, and so he rushes to give it another go, “what are you smoking?”
This time, sighing like he’s being tricked into playing a game he can’t just quit until he makes a play, the brown eyes man answers, “a cigarette, want one?”
Flippantly fanning his hands and grinning, Nakamaru replies, “no, no. I don’t smoke - besides, I think it looks better on you”.
But just as quickly as he said this, he almost swallows his last breath, surprised that he has got the gall to be so straightforward and sickeningly obvious.
The man looks at Nakamaru like he’s on crack - looking around them as if in fear of being caught stealing a cookie from the jar - drawing his scarf further up and over half his face before he asks, “do I know you?” his eyesbrows cocked in feistiness but also a self-satisfactory grin lines around his lips.
Nakamaru smiles - it’s awkward and tight and he knows for a fact that he looks like a clown.
But;
But;
But;
I want to fall in love too.
“Not yet”, he replies, clearing his throat and mustering his tiny inch of courage, “but today feels like a good start”.
The pale brown eyes man crushes the cigarette under his feet in the piling snow and glares with eyes full of scrutiny, browsing over Nakamaru up and down while flaunting a crayoned smirk perfectly coloured along his lips and with a strangely soft husky voice, “are you for real? Are you really trying to pick me up?”.
Nakamaru makes a thinking sound before replying, “well, I suppose so”.
The man makes a laugh, so deep that it touches cords near Nakamaru’s heart.
“And if I refuse?”
Nakamaru inwardly smiles, supposing and somehow relieved and grateful that perhaps this man wants to fall in love too - because they both have that same look in their eyes.
“Say…”, Nakamaru starts, knowing full well that he has already taken down a path of no return if he so wants to save what little is left of his manhood, “say, if it’s snowing and you find yourself standing side by side with someone you think you could love - what one question would you ask?”
Caught by surprise or perhaps having fun with Nakamaru’s oddity, the brown eyes man smiles and replies, “how about - have you ever built a snowman before?”
“I see”, Nakamaru replies then somewhat fidgety supplies, “it’s Nakamaru”.
“What’s Nakamaru? Your snowman?”
“Don’t be rude. Nakamaru Yuichi. That’s my name”.
“But I don’t recall asking”.
“Which is why I’m telling you. We’ve been talking for nearly 5-minutes now, so I think I’m at least qualified to know your name”.
The stranger laughs, making sounds so haughty and genuine and beautiful. “Okay, but only because you’re so shamelessly brave in trying to pick a guy up just mere hours into the New Year - it’s Kamenashi Kazuya”.
“Hmmm, such a strange name - turtle and pear - turtlepear in English... but it also reminds me of Touch”.
At this, Kazuya stops laughing and stares at Nakamaru with such seriousness and keenness that Nakamaru starts to feel dizzy, swallowing hard and biting down on the inside of his lips.
“I wonder Nakamaru, do your lips taste as good as they look?”
Nakamaru blinks, appalled at how fast and strange the conversation is steering, but he steps closer and says, “I’m curious too”, and he swallows hard careful not to choke on the dryness in his throat and to not fall victim to his own master plan.
Kazuya steps closer and takes Nakamaru by the hand and leads him behind the pile of love dedicated ema tablets, “curiosity kills the cat”, he smirks, leaning across and stopping just a mere inch from Nakamaru’s lips, looking him frank in his eyes as he supposes, “my bet is on spicy wine and chocolate”.
“What be?”
“The flavour of your lips”.
Nakamaru laughs, the tip of his ears growing warm and his skin under his wool of clothing crawls tingly.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” Kazuya asks as if in dare - his black bangs falling over his eyes, eyes with stares sharp like arrows spearing into Nakamaru, making him conflicted if he should either run before his senses be fooled, or should he really leap like a man even if it means allowing himself to be conquered by this creature’s mysterious allure.
“But I sure can try”.
At Nakamaru’s bold reply, a smirk artfully curls around Kazuya’s thin lips, “I’m menacing”, he says, “I’ll tease the daylight out of you for my own contentment”.
“Who knows? Maybe I’m into dangerous pleasures”.
“But you’re already trembling, aren’t you?”.
And Nakamaru flinches for it’s true. He might be talking big and successfully holding his ground, but he’s so nervous that his palms are sweating a stream. So if this conversation should continue, then he’ll surely find himself soon stuttering and most likely bite his tongue - because - what the hell is he trying? It’s like trying to be friendly with a wild black cat - the type that should be feared yet so hard to turn and walk away from.
But;
BADUMP!
“Yes, I am. I’m trembling with excitement”.
BADUMP!
Nakamaru’s heart starts to get noisy in his chest.
Then when warm air breaths over his winter chilled lips, the mixed scent of tobacco and faintly scented vanilla cologne makes him giddy with the soft feel and wetness of Kazuya’s thin lips and guiding fingertips pressing into the back of Nakamaru’s neck, pushing a low groan from the deep of his throat - flushing him like a warm bath being taken in winter.
BADUMP!
Was this what Tatsuya had meant? - Nakamaru wonders, curling his tongue in rhythm with the incredible kisser pressing aggressively warm against him.
And when they finally break free, Nakamaru laughs a bit maniacal, thinking back how in high school, he’d had a few crushes. During university he dated twice and had loads of fun… he’d made memories he’s sure he’ll never forget, but love - after all that, he’s sure those feelings were nothing near love.
Until now - at the crack of dawn, a single kiss snatched in the corner on holy ground from not just a stranger but from a man, makes his heart flutters with light feelings loosening the tightness cooped up in his chest for all these years.
“Are you that madden by my kiss”, Kazuya asks, half smirking and half perturbed by Nakamaru’s sudden outburst.
“It’s just that I now finally understand”.
“And what’s that?”
On a cold January morning, in a deserted corner of a shrine, Nakamaru marvels at the kiss that gradually cools and lingers on his lips and on his tongue, the edgy feeling around his teeth begging to bite into and indulge into something sumptuous, he shivers at the unexpected and unfamiliar feeling filling him from head to toe - Tatsuya’s words burning him in a sort of mellow.
“Something a friend said to me some time ago”.
Those words - never had he thought such a day would come when he would understand them and Tatsuya’s feelings when they were spoken.
Kazuya frowns, scrutinising Nakamaru as if trying to measure up the level of his sanity as he says, “well I don’t know what you’re getting so excited about, and I’m not sure I really want to find out”.
Nakamaru smiles in lieu of answering, elated and wary about this love thing. It’s all too dangerous. How can he fall in love in mere seconds? It just doesn’t make sense. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen and is still happening and that he’s so unsure about his sudden mess of feelings.
But nonetheless, he advances even closer and envelopes Kazuya’s cheeks with delicacy in his nervous palms. But he must be too presumptuous because very forcibly, Kazuya grabs Nakamaru’s shirt and pins him against the wall with his elbow, tilting his head backwards for him to glare up into Nakamaru’s frightened eyes, “by chance” he says, “are you thinking that after a kiss, that I’ll fall in love with you and together we’ll flap about happily-ever-after?” But there’s no anger in his voice or action. Rather, everything is being played out like a dare - a challenge marked by a lopsided smirk that Nakarmaru has now become familiar with; this dangerously intimidating expression powerful enough to make him grow weak in the limbs.
But along the string of danger, Nakamaru also spots fragments - tiny dusts of loneliness lurking in the shadow of dread. It’s vague and well hidden, but looking past the diluted irises, Nakamaru can see it - the way Kazuya’s eyes shine like a those of a cat - a wild cat that’s unwilling to be tamed, but at the same time, selfishly expects to be spoiled and pampered when he meows.
In other words -
“I think no such nonsense”, Nakamaru drawls, masking the jittery edge in his voice, “after all-”, he says, twisting his face into a half but determined smile while secretly wiping his sweaty palms dry, “we both know that just one kiss won’t do”.
And that’s because;
Be it one kiss, two kisses, or a thousand lips enfold - ‘love has to start from somewhere’ - as were Tatsuya’s words.
And staring into those wild brown mist, with all the signs of danger and flints of apprehension coloured in Kazuya’s eyes, it’s as clear as day in the falling snow - where Nakamaru’s love…
story index: - 00 - back to prologue - end
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☆ dummies in a fluffy: nakamaru's side story.
nakamaru x kazuya
A/N: .O_o lol it's weird that my first fic for the year isn't JunDa XD. But while this was an experient of mine, I really hope I was able to deliver a NaKame feel. To be honest, I'm still not sure how it turned out but I hope you had a pleasant read... Happy New Year! Thanks for the company last year and I hope to see you around this year again.
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: one shot - side story to main multi-chap.
Pairing: Nakamaru x Kazuya (NaKame);
Rating: pg13
Genre: au; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: In high school, Nakamaru had had a few crushes. During university he dated twice and had loads of fun. He'd made memories he's sure he'll never forget. But love - after all that, he's sure those feelings were nothing near love... until now, at the crack of dawn on a cold morning in January.
Word Count: 2,196
Notes: I've been thinking about giving Nakamaru his own story since the prologue and then a reader expressed interest in his character. But, since I've never written much of anybody but JunDa, I've no confidence with other pairings. But then, a story in line with the main plot with Junno x Tatsuya came to mind and alas, this One Shot was written. This is an independent story so there's no need to read the main story (though I would be happy if you do). But I recommend reading the Prologue to Dummies in a Fuffy for some background input and feelings. This plot follows directly where the main story ended (for those who have followed the series), soooo~ Happy reading ♡٩(๑′∀ ‵๑)۶♡
(c) channi_tony's
<><><><><><><><><><>
Love;
Nothing but collars and chains binding people like animals on a leash - that’s what Nakamaru has always believed.
And so he keeps to himself and lurks in the shadow playing the role of the perfect confidant while falling hard for his best friend, Tatsuya - who weeps love for another man. But even though it pains him like a stake, he can never find the bravery, the resolve to give up on such a sad lonely love that bears tear stains on his sofa for another man - until he saw them - Tatsuya and his lover boy, Junno at the shrine on New Year’s Day.
He hides his presence and observes them from afar; the blush of happiness on Tatsuya’s cheekbones; the way they pad each other up - soft and fluffy like cotton; their smiles reaching the corners of their mouths and the crinkles gathered at the corner of their eyes.
It’s then, for the first time Nakamaru senses ‘the feeling’;
“I want to fall in love too”.
Such a thought raids his mind as he reflects on his lonely pathetic life. Not many people would start the New Year by visiting the shrine alone; no friends, no lover - definitely not the Japanese tradition.
But here he is - alone and cold with a heart aching and hungry for love.
“I want to fall in love too”, he again mimes to himself - ducking in hide behind a huge bell as he watches his friend toasty in fluff in the winter wind.
And that’s all it takes for him to find his resolve - thinking that perhaps with the New Year starting, that he should be a man and leap - after all, if his therapy sessions with Tatsuya has taught him anything, it’s that love isn’t an easy feat.
Nakamaru is surprised himself. Surprised and in wonderment as to where his sudden craving for love comes from - and like a man about to leap, he breathes in deeply, slowly exhales and counts 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 and ~ up he goes, jumping to his feet.
His resolve;
I want to fall in love too.
Finally - on his feet he stands and scans the shrine’s surroundings. It’s one of those lover’s shrine in Tokyo that prayer for lasting happiness or a prayer to find happiness is offered.
Will he find someone he can love?
And so he searches around for his ideal; long black hair, a height not too short not too tall, slender, with some grace in her hands, small mouth, pink lips and… and ~~~
And in an instant, all that becomes meaningless when just three steps away from him, hair parted at the side - the right half hanging longer than the left over the eye - eyes a pale brown and sparkling in the winter light - nose oddly, strikingly handsome and perfectly aligns with the neatness of the face - a cigarette pitched sexy betwixt his lips - lips that pout with every draw of smoke and slightly purse to release puffs that mix in with the cold air in a stirring mist - this brand new sight fills Nakamaru eyes, and he’s just about freaked out about the way his heart makes a leap and a full jump and how the walls of his tummy flips at the allure of a man leaning with one foot against the light post - the air around him neither thin nor thick, or perhaps, it’s just Nakamaru choking.
“It’s cold, isn’t?” Nakamaru declares out of thin air, coolly gesturing, swaying to and fro as if to explain his point.
The man who has so quickly garnered Nakamaru’s fancy looks over at him with his forehead crunching in what can be mild annoyance, but he still answers, “well, it’s winter, isn’t it?”
At that, Nakamaru could lash himself for being lower than lame this early in the game, and so he rushes to give it another go, “what are you smoking?”
This time, sighing like he’s being tricked into playing a game he can’t just quit until he makes a play, the brown eyes man answers, “a cigarette, want one?”
Flippantly fanning his hands and grinning, Nakamaru replies, “no, no. I don’t smoke - besides, I think it looks better on you”.
But just as quickly as he said this, he almost swallows his last breath, surprised that he has got the gall to be so straightforward and sickeningly obvious.
The man looks at Nakamaru like he’s on crack - looking around them as if in fear of being caught stealing a cookie from the jar - drawing his scarf further up and over half his face before he asks, “do I know you?” his eyesbrows cocked in feistiness but also a self-satisfactory grin lines around his lips.
Nakamaru smiles - it’s awkward and tight and he knows for a fact that he looks like a clown.
But;
But;
But;
I want to fall in love too.
“Not yet”, he replies, clearing his throat and mustering his tiny inch of courage, “but today feels like a good start”.
The pale brown eyes man crushes the cigarette under his feet in the piling snow and glares with eyes full of scrutiny, browsing over Nakamaru up and down while flaunting a crayoned smirk perfectly coloured along his lips and with a strangely soft husky voice, “are you for real? Are you really trying to pick me up?”.
Nakamaru makes a thinking sound before replying, “well, I suppose so”.
The man makes a laugh, so deep that it touches cords near Nakamaru’s heart.
“And if I refuse?”
Nakamaru inwardly smiles, supposing and somehow relieved and grateful that perhaps this man wants to fall in love too - because they both have that same look in their eyes.
“Say…”, Nakamaru starts, knowing full well that he has already taken down a path of no return if he so wants to save what little is left of his manhood, “say, if it’s snowing and you find yourself standing side by side with someone you think you could love - what one question would you ask?”
Caught by surprise or perhaps having fun with Nakamaru’s oddity, the brown eyes man smiles and replies, “how about - have you ever built a snowman before?”
“I see”, Nakamaru replies then somewhat fidgety supplies, “it’s Nakamaru”.
“What’s Nakamaru? Your snowman?”
“Don’t be rude. Nakamaru Yuichi. That’s my name”.
“But I don’t recall asking”.
“Which is why I’m telling you. We’ve been talking for nearly 5-minutes now, so I think I’m at least qualified to know your name”.
The stranger laughs, making sounds so haughty and genuine and beautiful. “Okay, but only because you’re so shamelessly brave in trying to pick a guy up just mere hours into the New Year - it’s Kamenashi Kazuya”.
“Hmmm, such a strange name - turtle and pear - turtlepear in English... but it also reminds me of Touch”.
At this, Kazuya stops laughing and stares at Nakamaru with such seriousness and keenness that Nakamaru starts to feel dizzy, swallowing hard and biting down on the inside of his lips.
“I wonder Nakamaru, do your lips taste as good as they look?”
Nakamaru blinks, appalled at how fast and strange the conversation is steering, but he steps closer and says, “I’m curious too”, and he swallows hard careful not to choke on the dryness in his throat and to not fall victim to his own master plan.
Kazuya steps closer and takes Nakamaru by the hand and leads him behind the pile of love dedicated ema tablets, “curiosity kills the cat”, he smirks, leaning across and stopping just a mere inch from Nakamaru’s lips, looking him frank in his eyes as he supposes, “my bet is on spicy wine and chocolate”.
“What be?”
“The flavour of your lips”.
Nakamaru laughs, the tip of his ears growing warm and his skin under his wool of clothing crawls tingly.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” Kazuya asks as if in dare - his black bangs falling over his eyes, eyes with stares sharp like arrows spearing into Nakamaru, making him conflicted if he should either run before his senses be fooled, or should he really leap like a man even if it means allowing himself to be conquered by this creature’s mysterious allure.
“But I sure can try”.
At Nakamaru’s bold reply, a smirk artfully curls around Kazuya’s thin lips, “I’m menacing”, he says, “I’ll tease the daylight out of you for my own contentment”.
“Who knows? Maybe I’m into dangerous pleasures”.
“But you’re already trembling, aren’t you?”.
And Nakamaru flinches for it’s true. He might be talking big and successfully holding his ground, but he’s so nervous that his palms are sweating a stream. So if this conversation should continue, then he’ll surely find himself soon stuttering and most likely bite his tongue - because - what the hell is he trying? It’s like trying to be friendly with a wild black cat - the type that should be feared yet so hard to turn and walk away from.
But;
BADUMP!
“Yes, I am. I’m trembling with excitement”.
BADUMP!
Nakamaru’s heart starts to get noisy in his chest.
Then when warm air breaths over his winter chilled lips, the mixed scent of tobacco and faintly scented vanilla cologne makes him giddy with the soft feel and wetness of Kazuya’s thin lips and guiding fingertips pressing into the back of Nakamaru’s neck, pushing a low groan from the deep of his throat - flushing him like a warm bath being taken in winter.
BADUMP!
Was this what Tatsuya had meant? - Nakamaru wonders, curling his tongue in rhythm with the incredible kisser pressing aggressively warm against him.
And when they finally break free, Nakamaru laughs a bit maniacal, thinking back how in high school, he’d had a few crushes. During university he dated twice and had loads of fun… he’d made memories he’s sure he’ll never forget, but love - after all that, he’s sure those feelings were nothing near love.
Until now - at the crack of dawn, a single kiss snatched in the corner on holy ground from not just a stranger but from a man, makes his heart flutters with light feelings loosening the tightness cooped up in his chest for all these years.
“Are you that madden by my kiss”, Kazuya asks, half smirking and half perturbed by Nakamaru’s sudden outburst.
“It’s just that I now finally understand”.
“And what’s that?”
On a cold January morning, in a deserted corner of a shrine, Nakamaru marvels at the kiss that gradually cools and lingers on his lips and on his tongue, the edgy feeling around his teeth begging to bite into and indulge into something sumptuous, he shivers at the unexpected and unfamiliar feeling filling him from head to toe - Tatsuya’s words burning him in a sort of mellow.
“Something a friend said to me some time ago”.
Those words - never had he thought such a day would come when he would understand them and Tatsuya’s feelings when they were spoken.
Kazuya frowns, scrutinising Nakamaru as if trying to measure up the level of his sanity as he says, “well I don’t know what you’re getting so excited about, and I’m not sure I really want to find out”.
Nakamaru smiles in lieu of answering, elated and wary about this love thing. It’s all too dangerous. How can he fall in love in mere seconds? It just doesn’t make sense. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen and is still happening and that he’s so unsure about his sudden mess of feelings.
But nonetheless, he advances even closer and envelopes Kazuya’s cheeks with delicacy in his nervous palms. But he must be too presumptuous because very forcibly, Kazuya grabs Nakamaru’s shirt and pins him against the wall with his elbow, tilting his head backwards for him to glare up into Nakamaru’s frightened eyes, “by chance” he says, “are you thinking that after a kiss, that I’ll fall in love with you and together we’ll flap about happily-ever-after?” But there’s no anger in his voice or action. Rather, everything is being played out like a dare - a challenge marked by a lopsided smirk that Nakarmaru has now become familiar with; this dangerously intimidating expression powerful enough to make him grow weak in the limbs.
But along the string of danger, Nakamaru also spots fragments - tiny dusts of loneliness lurking in the shadow of dread. It’s vague and well hidden, but looking past the diluted irises, Nakamaru can see it - the way Kazuya’s eyes shine like a those of a cat - a wild cat that’s unwilling to be tamed, but at the same time, selfishly expects to be spoiled and pampered when he meows.
In other words -
“I think no such nonsense”, Nakamaru drawls, masking the jittery edge in his voice, “after all-”, he says, twisting his face into a half but determined smile while secretly wiping his sweaty palms dry, “we both know that just one kiss won’t do”.
And that’s because;
Be it one kiss, two kisses, or a thousand lips enfold - ‘love has to start from somewhere’ - as were Tatsuya’s words.
And staring into those wild brown mist, with all the signs of danger and flints of apprehension coloured in Kazuya’s eyes, it’s as clear as day in the falling snow - where Nakamaru’s love…
story index: - 00 - back to prologue - end
::::
☆ dummies in a fluffy: nakamaru's side story.
nakamaru x kazuya
A/N: .O_o lol it's weird that my first fic for the year isn't JunDa XD. But while this was an experient of mine, I really hope I was able to deliver a NaKame feel. To be honest, I'm still not sure how it turned out but I hope you had a pleasant read... Happy New Year! Thanks for the company last year and I hope to see you around this year again.