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I forgot to tell you that Yukio does not exist in this fic. xD

M rated staaaaarts here (due to some action and hard language)

Disclaimer: AnE never belonged to me, but when I take over the world - it will.


"Come on, Rin, just one song, please?" A girl asked after being tortured by her friends. She was obviously the bravest one of their little group. I chuckled.

"Just one, okay? I'm much more of a listener, not an attention whore."

"Yay!" They cheered and chattered excitedly. I put the guitar on my lap, brushing the strings with care.

"Bon, help me out a bit, you know I can barely sing." I asked one of my best friends, who was eating a marshmallow he had just taken out of the flames.

"Bullshit, man, we perfectly know you can sing like a rock star." He answered while popping the last bit of marshmallow into his mouth.

"Bon-kun, is that true?" exclaimed a girl with wavy blond hair and enormous eyes. Bon stared at her and shook his head, as if she mesmerized him.

"Yeah, he used to sing when he played, didn't you, Rin?" He smirked at me and I gave him an inappropriate gesture with my finger.

"Alright, alright. But it's the first and the last time I'm doing this." I winked at the blond and stretched my hands. Suddenly, those hands were making magic on the strings, keeping up a pace of my music, hitting the right notes and carrying on with a song I learned just quite recently. I ran trough a few melodies before beginning playing "All Falls Down" by Adelitas Way. I reached the end of a solo guitar part and inhaled.

I knew I should have savored every moment.

I danced with my fingers, making impossible happen. The guitar was adjusting to the strong chords of the song, erupting with passion and the sadness it implied.

I wish I would have grabbed it tight and just hold it.

I couldn't see people anymore, so I closed my eyes shut to the world and enjoyed the meaning of this song. I sang from the bottom of my heart, putting all the feels into lower and higher notes, not thinking about the stillness in the air, just plainly becoming one with the sound.

And I know, I know everything's wrong
I let go, let go, now I'm gone.

I inhaled once to build up strenght of my voice, but before I knew it, I heard someone else singing the chorus at the top of their lungs. It was a soft, tender voice, which could melt anyone's heart, but not mine. I knew exactly who was the owner of this voice.

When it all falls down
And you know
There's no way that you can get out.

I opened my eyes and saw Shima Renzou slowly walking up the fireplace, looking at me like I was a pile of shit on a stick. Well, two can play that game.

I joined in with him, trying as hard as I can to sing directly from my heart.

When it all falls down
And you know, you know
You can't get out.

I jammed for a few second, finishing the song with a depressing note. A round of cheery applauds burst out, so I bowed two times and smiled at the crowd.

A slow clap ended the cheeriness of my friends.

"Not bad, Okumura, not bad."

"Who invited you?" I shot a question at the pink-haired one. He threw his hands up for defense and laughed whole-heartedly.

"You dipshit, have you forgotten I was here last summer? These are my friends, too! By the way, your little campfire is widely known among other campers. I decided I should join in and have some fun."

"So cheery, Shima, I might think you enjoy my company." I put my guitar beside me, while the blond girl watched me and sighed. She probably wanted a second song, but got interrupted by this asshole jumping into our party. Unfortunately, my mood was completely ruined. Bon chuckled.

"Rin, geez, chill, Renzou changed a lot since last summer."

I glanced at my friend in confusion.

"You're actually on his side?"

Shima leaned back and snorted.

"Don't worry, Okumura, my feelings for you hardly ever changed, unless you actually start respecting me and your surrounding- "

"Shut up, Shima, I'm not talking to you right now." I snapped and turned my attention to Bon again.

"I'm not taking anyone's side." He told me popping another marshmallow in his mouth again.

I was about to answer, when a raven haired boy with stylish clothes (I guess he's a singer, they always dress weird) ran up to us, panting, trying to communicate.

"Alcohol, anyone?"

My attitude changed immediately. Me and Bon high-fived each other, got up and lent a hand to the guy, who had 7 large bags full of alcohol. We carried everything to the bonfire, where people met us with clapping and gestures of appreciation. Everyone here always tried to find a reason to get drunk, and I was always one to find that reason, after all. We did a little victory dance, until I took two bottles of beer and handed one of them to Shima.

"I'll let you disturb my presence just once, dimwit, but from tomorrow on – don't you dare show your face to me." I pointed at him. He shrugged, taking the bottle out of my hands.

"Get over yourself, Okumura, I'm not likely to contain my vomit next time I see your pretty face."

We bumped our bottles and gulped a few large sips out of them.

It was a tradition here in Camp. Whenever a night involved alcohol, rivals would forgive each other for just one night and continue the hatred the morning after.

We both knew the code, so I turned to Shiemi and threw my arm up her shoulders.

"Party, everyone!"

A few dozens of bottles were raised up in the air, so I felt happy again. As happy as I was before, when other Camps made my life better. Shiemi poked my nose and gave me a little hug. I smiled as if the world belonged to me.

And then someone gave me a shot.


The world, which belonged to me an hour ago, was spinning. I remembered how I drank more than 7 shots, singing "Scotty doesn't know" out loud with a bunch of drunk-assed friends. Somehow, this song was a major hit for a few years in this Camp. Everyone knew the lyrics. Of course, a few people brought their musical instruments, so our singing collided with the music they produced and oh, it was magical.

Also, I remembered 4 guys got so drunk, that they decided they should go skinny dipping in the lake. Girls tried to talk them out of it, but no, why would Shima Renzou and his newly found friends listen to smarter girls?

I turned to completely drunk Bon.

"Hey, has Shima and his stupid friends returned from their swim-off?"

Bon shook his head and got back to hugging the wide-eyed girl again. Alcohol does peculiar things.

I shouldn't be so worried, should I?

I poked Konekomaru and announced I'm going looking for them. Everyone gladly agreed. Or didn't, because they were too busy drinking and partying to some rock music one guy started playing.

I grabbed my head, which was starting to hurt a bit. Damn, next time I'll think about doing so many tequila shots.

Walking down the lake took some time. I barely saw where I was going, due to the dizziness and the hangover I felt knocking on my brain.

"Shima! " I shouted once.

I heard splashing in the water and stared at where it was coming from. Two guys were jumping around in the lake, laughing their butts off.

"Is Shima there?" I shouted again, waiting for an answer.

"No, he and Danny went somewhere and haven't come back yet." One guy answered before attacking the other.

"Thanks for nothing!" I muttered while waving at them.

Great, so they're both lost somewhere.

As I was following a path down to the dressing cabins, I heard something moving behind one of them. Alarmed, I walked around it as quiet as possible. I held my breath in to see what was going on and ready to run if it was a bear or a wolf.

I peeked over and saw the most disturbing image of all.

Shima and Danny, alone. Shima was tilting his head back, letting out deep moans of pleasure, while Danny was on his knees, doing a pretty good job on Shima's exposed friend. I stared at them for a minute, watching how Shima held his hands on Danny's head, helping him trough the process. Shameless, wild, passionate movements made me sick. So Shima was gay?

He was always surrounded by a pack of girls, I never would've guessed. And with Danny?

Grossed out, I backed away, trying to forget what I just saw. I got back to the bonfire, took a bottle of beer out of one of the bags, and drank in silence. No one was interested in my sudden mood change, so I just camouflaged my thoughts. Finally, I saw a pink-haired guy join our party, high-fiving a few of our friends. To my surprise, he walks straight up to me and sits on the same log.

"I know you saw us." He whispered.

I blushed hard and took a sip out of the bottle.

"Gay, huh?" I asked him without looking into his eyes, just examining the beer.

"Slightly." He watched the fire burn. He sighed and turned to me. "Don't tell anyone. It's supposed to be a secret. If anyone finds out, many guys in this Camp might ruin their reputation, and I don't want that."

So Shima cared about others and not only about himself? Wow. Now this was interesting.

"Shima, my own reputation would be ruined if I told anyone about it. I'd be called 'the one who likes to watch'."

He laughed and bumped my shoulder.

"You're not as bad as you seem."

"That's only for tonight."

"Only for tonight, right."

We sat there in silence, both drunk and both embarrassed. Half trough my bottle, someone gave Shima one and we bumped the bottles together again. It was nice, knowing that Shima had a weak point. I might use it from tomorrow on, because the code stays the same. If you hate each other – you continue hating tomorrow too.


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