Natsume Hyuuga was running late to a meeting. "Hurry up!" urged his best friend, Ruka Nogi. The two men had been best friends since childhood, when the two had discovered that they shared a love of history. They grew up together, and after becoming anthropologists, began working for the same museum, the Jeffersonian Institute. The two had always worked together, and now, in this meeting that they were just arriving at, 10 minutes late, they were going to be offered the chance of a lifetime together: the chance to delve into the heart of the rainforest that was home to so many mysterious and ancient civilizations and cultures, the Amazon. Who knew what kind of cultures would await them?
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That was 3 weeks ago. Now, in the Amazon, Ruka Nogi was not as confident as he had been back then, when it had seemed like such a wonderful and amazing idea. The rainforest was just so big. No, wait, it was huge. Who knew if they would ever find any natives? He and Natsume could very well die before then. Already they had nearly died; an poisonous snake had nearly bitten them on their 3rd day within the Amazon. But his best friend did not seem as downhearted as he was. No, Natsume Hyuuga was just as determined to find the natives of the Amazon as he had been the day that he had plunged into the Amazon forest. It didn't seem to bother him that there were jaguars and anacondas around them. He didn't care that he had to triple-check to make sure that the food they found after eating everything they had was not poisonous, or that it was difficult to put up shelter every night without a fire since that seemed too dangerous and disrespectful to the forest. Their insect repellent wasn't even working either. He just hacked away into the rainforest with his machete, not caring that he was killing so many vines, or destroying a habitat. It was a trait that Ruka sometimes envied.