[2/?]Orbs and Dials
Title: Orbs and Dials
Length: still undecided
Pairing: Jun x OC
Genre: a bit AU (still deciding on this one)
Summary: Beyond its orbs and dials, will this scrap metal help Jun find his way back to her again?
Normal texts are from present
YELLOW texts are from the year he'd gone back
GREEN texts are flashback
[UN- back in time][UN] BACK IN TIME
April 2012
He had never been surer all his life, only this time. He’d been meaning to do that thing which he’s about to do, only, regret and something more than that always hinders him from doing so.
“How long has it been?”
He’d been asking himself that same question for the nth time now, but it seemed it was only yesterday since it happened. Regret fills his soul as he paced back and forth in the basement door, wondering if things didn’t turn out the way they were, would he be able to save that sole person who cares for him? If he’d just believe her even for a day, if he’d just supported her wild ideas, would he be able to remember what exactly happened that time? But it was too late to think that. He knew perfectly well that stuffing his mind with thoughts of the past would not be able to compensate for what he had done nor bring back the life he’d lost, the life that was not even his own but of another-her life.
He sighed before turning the knob. The door gave a creaking sound, a sign that it hasn’t been opened for a long time now, add the cobwebs that invaded the upper half of the door frame up to the ceiling. It seemed that it was only yesterday since he was there with her talking about crazy stuff among which includes creating a time machine. Of course he was skeptical about it. Who wouldn’t be? A thing that will allow you to travel through different times and era? But now, he didn’t know what comes in his mind that he had that sudden urge to see that pieces of scrap metal, bound together to form something that looked like a capsule with its different orbs and dials. The reason why he forced himself to go to the basement and hope that it will somehow work, or that, it will work.
His gaze traveled around the room, and saw that the machine was still there covered in dirt, in the place where she exactly put it years ago, the same way as he remembers it, only, her presence was not there.
“Gene…”
He stumbled across the room, his gaze never leaving the only thing that was giving him the motivation. When at last he reached it, he dusted it off, and searched through his mind of the instructions she gave her about how to operate the machine. Placing his right hand on top of the orb, while his other hand worked on the dials, he closes his eyes and waited. There was a lurching motion, too fast that the moment he opened his eyes, he was standing there at the front door-the front door of his house with the basement, the same place where she used to execute her wild ideas.
She had always been like that-- curious over small and peculiar things, yet wild in imagination. Oftentimes, it puts her into mishaps. Jun smiled remembering that thought. He opened his front door and felt a nostalgic feeling seeing how his house never changed, even then and at present. It has always been the same. Though in the situation he’s currently in, the “then” happens to be now.
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A/N: hell yeah,.. i know i've been missing for ages..just got this sudden inspiration, and i honestly dunno why. (:
[DEUX] THE PAST
Jun walked inside the house to that familiar basement where he used to have that excitement each time he goes in there, anticipation and more than that, of the fact that he will see her again. After she died, Jun had stopped going there, didn’t even allow others to step into that place, afraid that they will ruin the memories she’d left behind. Now he’s unsure as to what he will feel when he sees her again.
He heard voices coming from the room where he was going, voices which he recognized as his own, and the other, a female voice that sounded like a sweet melody in his ears despite the shouting and the laughing plus more shouting, evident that the two had been arguing.
At last, Jun reached the basement and opened the door just to see her, technically, with his own “self”.
Ahhh. What a feeling..
Jun gazed upon himself talking animatedly that he remembered one part of that HP series where the protagonist has to go back in time to save his godfather. Now he deeply understood why Dumbledore explicitly instructed that Harry and Hermione should not be seen by their other “self” [*] as seeing his own “self” despite knowing that it’s the most logical situation since he’d gone back in time left a very nostalgic feeling somehow. He would’ve gone mad too if he’s other “self” happens to see him now. As he stood there eavesdropping, hiding away from the light to avoid being seen, his stomach gave a funny feeling since listening to his own voice, laughing and at the same time mocking her, was no habit of him.
“Gene, I told you, that is very illogical! In this age, no one would believe such crazy stuff..”
“I told you Jun, I don’t need people to believe in me, as long as I’m happy with what I’m doing..I can’t even understand why I’m discussing this to you knowing that you are the if-its-not-logical-its-not-true type of guy.”
“A what?”
“Nevermind. Can’t you just keep your mouth shut? I can’t concentrate.”
The girl chuckled before wearing her mask on, and turned her attention back to that piece of scrap metal she was working. Sparks flew everywhere as she began to weld piece by piece slowly creating the form of a capsule, ignoring the guy who looked very dissatisfied with what she was doing.
It was during his 2nd year of junior high when he met her. Her name Kishimoto Genevieve, was often laughed at since it was adapted from a japanese father who was once a rich creep who fell in love with a french slut. What a combination indeed. But it amazed him how she could ignore all those taunting from her classmates, his own self included, and instead focused on what she’s passionate about-- inventing.
Invention.
According to her its been part of her life ever since she was born. She even told him that at the age of three she had managed to invent a manual operated doll that opens and closes its mouth depends on the amount of milk you injected on it, which he believed to be one of a child’s wild idea since he himself had that memory from his childhood too where he thought he can be a superhero.
Now, he’s unsure if his thinking before was right considering the fact that he was standing at the back of his basement door hiding, afraid that his “self” from that time would see him. And seeing how Gene is still alive when she was supposed to be dead, Jun couldn’t assume less further.
“Hey, its been 4 hours! Have you no plans of eating?”
“Wait..just wait a little more Jun, a few more touches and this thing’s done.”
“An hour had passed you had told me that, another hour, exact same words, another one, and still those words, now its been 4 hours, and still that? “
“Who’s the one who insisted on coming here and watch me work this thing out? I know you’ll be bored that’s why I told you not to, but you still did and its annoying that I can’t even concentrate. Thanks to your nonstop talking, the work took about 4hours and now it’ll take another hour or so. Jun, if you’re that hungry, go out and have a snack!”
“FINE.”
Jun heard heavy steps going to his direction that he stepped back under the stairs where it was darkest to keep himself from being seen.
“How come she always misunderstood that I’m just worried about her being humiliated again?”
He heard his “self” said before closing the door and walked into the stairs going up. Jun heaved a sigh before stepping out of the darkness and with a trembling hand, opened the door slightly. The girl was still focused on what she was doing as if nothing had happened, unaware that her companion had already left.
Jun watched her intently as she do final touches on the machine which was responsible why he was seeing her now. He can’t help but recall the words of his “self” from a while ago, the same words and expression he had used back then remembering how he didn’t want her to experience that mockery again.
“Lunatic!”
Slap.
“Crazy bitch!”
Another slap.
“Why don’t you just stick with your out-of-this-world inventions and stay away from Jun.”
Her lopsided glasses, her tangled hair, her bloody nose. Even her uniform was in disarray.
[*] from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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