JaBun fic time!... sort of?
Yeah, I copped out this time. But I just wrote two fics this month (both Jackal/Marui). My writing muscles need a break.
Nonetheless, here's my latest little JaBun for 30_kisses
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: implied m/m relationship, future setting, Jackal's perspective
Notes: avó is Portuguese for grandmother, and pai is father
written for 30_kisses theme #2: note; letter
Homesick
Bunta,
How are you? Brazil is hot and humid, but I'm used to it. Besides, I've spent enough summers in Japan to know that Tokyo's not much better this time of year. I know that we email each other all the time, and it'll take forever for this letter to actually get to you, but I wanted to write it. I guess I just like the idea of hand-written letters. You're going to call me old-fashioned, aren't you? I guess a part of me is a little old-fashioned, maybe sentimental is a better word.
I've missed the food since moving out of my parents' house. You'd like it a lot. I know you've had my pai's cooking, but that's nothing. My avó is the best cook in the world and she makes enough to feed both you and me and still have leftovers. I think I'm gaining weight. She always thinks everyone is too skinny, and every time I walk through the door she puts a plate in front of me. She'd love you. She loves anyone who can eat.
I've been hanging out with my cousins at all of our usual places. We go to the market or around all the bars. We do a lot of cat-calling. I remember Brazilian women being hotter than they are. You've ruined me. Your butt is definitely better than any of these girls'. There was a time when I didn't think that was possible. Mostly I hang out with my cousins while they cat-call and laugh at them when the girls ignore them. They keep asking what's wrong with me. I told them nothing, everything is great. I lied a little, though. I think I'm homesick. If you'd told me back in middle school that I'd eventually be homesick for Japan while I was in Brazil, I'd have told you that you were crazy. I think that I might be more homesick for you than for Japan. You really have ruined me.
The people here are loud and they touch a lot. I was always quiet compared to my family. You'd like it because you're just as loud as my family. I would insert one of those 'just kidding' lines here, but I'm not. It's so different from Japan. I guess I've kind of gotten used it - Japan, I mean. We kiss a lot here. I'm sure you've seen video or read about it. It's just how you say 'hello'. You kiss on the cheek, both cheeks, even the mouth if you're familiar enough. The gesture is almost taken for granted. I was thinking about it, kissing, kissing you actually. I'm glad that it isn't something that's just a generic gesture for us. I don't know if I've been brain-washed by Japan, but I like that kissing you is something that only I experience, that only I know. It's something private. It's for us to share. It's ours. I miss kissing you. I miss a lot of things. I just miss you.
I want to bring you here, to Brazil. One day. I think you'd enjoy it. I'd like you to meet my family. They'd like you. You're more Brazilian than I am. Maybe after college we can make a trip here. It's just a thought, but I remember you casually hinting that you wanted to see my homeland once or twice or twelve times. You're not very good at subtlety sometimes.
Just two more weeks, and I'll be coming home to you. I know you're no good with patience, but wait just a little bit more.
Te amo,
Kuwahara
Nonetheless, here's my latest little JaBun for 30_kisses
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: implied m/m relationship, future setting, Jackal's perspective
Notes: avó is Portuguese for grandmother, and pai is father
written for 30_kisses theme #2: note; letter
Homesick
Bunta,
How are you? Brazil is hot and humid, but I'm used to it. Besides, I've spent enough summers in Japan to know that Tokyo's not much better this time of year. I know that we email each other all the time, and it'll take forever for this letter to actually get to you, but I wanted to write it. I guess I just like the idea of hand-written letters. You're going to call me old-fashioned, aren't you? I guess a part of me is a little old-fashioned, maybe sentimental is a better word.
I've missed the food since moving out of my parents' house. You'd like it a lot. I know you've had my pai's cooking, but that's nothing. My avó is the best cook in the world and she makes enough to feed both you and me and still have leftovers. I think I'm gaining weight. She always thinks everyone is too skinny, and every time I walk through the door she puts a plate in front of me. She'd love you. She loves anyone who can eat.
I've been hanging out with my cousins at all of our usual places. We go to the market or around all the bars. We do a lot of cat-calling. I remember Brazilian women being hotter than they are. You've ruined me. Your butt is definitely better than any of these girls'. There was a time when I didn't think that was possible. Mostly I hang out with my cousins while they cat-call and laugh at them when the girls ignore them. They keep asking what's wrong with me. I told them nothing, everything is great. I lied a little, though. I think I'm homesick. If you'd told me back in middle school that I'd eventually be homesick for Japan while I was in Brazil, I'd have told you that you were crazy. I think that I might be more homesick for you than for Japan. You really have ruined me.
The people here are loud and they touch a lot. I was always quiet compared to my family. You'd like it because you're just as loud as my family. I would insert one of those 'just kidding' lines here, but I'm not. It's so different from Japan. I guess I've kind of gotten used it - Japan, I mean. We kiss a lot here. I'm sure you've seen video or read about it. It's just how you say 'hello'. You kiss on the cheek, both cheeks, even the mouth if you're familiar enough. The gesture is almost taken for granted. I was thinking about it, kissing, kissing you actually. I'm glad that it isn't something that's just a generic gesture for us. I don't know if I've been brain-washed by Japan, but I like that kissing you is something that only I experience, that only I know. It's something private. It's for us to share. It's ours. I miss kissing you. I miss a lot of things. I just miss you.
I want to bring you here, to Brazil. One day. I think you'd enjoy it. I'd like you to meet my family. They'd like you. You're more Brazilian than I am. Maybe after college we can make a trip here. It's just a thought, but I remember you casually hinting that you wanted to see my homeland once or twice or twelve times. You're not very good at subtlety sometimes.
Just two more weeks, and I'll be coming home to you. I know you're no good with patience, but wait just a little bit more.
Te amo,
Kuwahara