This fanfic contains a lot of swearing, smoking, violence and various other mature themes.

Jasper, Peridot, Lapis Laszuli, Steven, Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, Peedee, Kiki, Gunga, Onion, Sadie and Lars are the property of Rebecca Sugar and Cartoon Network.

This is an AU where gems differ slightly from canon in that they have a measurable heart beat as well as other small changes that you will likely notice, I'm not mentioning all of them here because spoilers and I'm lazy. Mask Island is much bigger than canon version.

Day 6 of this story is the day of "Super Watermelon Island".

This fanfic is written from the perspective of E. K. Brooks who spends a lot of time alone before any canon characters are introduced. Thou hath been informed-ETH!

Chapter 5: Rain

Day 12

When I woke up, the sun was a hand above the horizon. I must have slept a really long time. Jasper had rolled away from the fire during the night and was lying on her back. The fence I had put up last night was intact. I started to extricate myself from my sleeping bag, but it was hard going. My entire body felt like one big bruise. I groaned loudly in dismay. Today was going to suck in a big way. I grabbed the first aid kit and dry swallowed a big dose of pain killers. I was desperately hungry, but I felt sick, so I only made a cup of broth for breakfast. The warm liquid was soothing on my sore throat.

I sat hunched by the fire, waiting for the painkillers to kick in. It looked as if it would become overcast in a while, maybe even rain. I groaned. I'd have to make a proper shelter. I mulled it over in my mind. There was one more tarp in the supply pit, but it was quite small, it would barely cover me, let alone me and Jasper together. If I used the ruined tent and the bits of the tarp Jasper had torn up, I could probably extend it to make a huge open tent. All I needed was duct tape and time, luckily I had both.

I gathered all the materials to the left of the fire and spread them all out. The tent cloth was in smaller pieces so I started with that, laying all the bits out flat and taping them together. The shredded tarp was quite easy to reform, but it took a lot of duct tape. Jasper didn't seem to mind the ripping and rustling. After I was done with the tarps, I thought about the floor of the shelter. I scrapped my previous plan of making a raised bamboo platform; I was in no shape to go cut more sticks down today. I would use the materials I gathered yesterday to make a sturdy frame, then put the smaller tarp and the tent tarp on the ground and drape the big one over the frame to create the roof. I lay the sticks out in the shape I wanted to make and started to tie them together with string. My muscles were getting warmed up now and the pain was ebbing away for the time being, I knew it was going to come back when it rained though. And it was going to rain. Probably another thunderstorm according to the tension in my head. I had to power through it though. I pounded a bundle of sticks into the sand at the front and back where I was planning to put the shelter, placed the middle support beam over them and tied them together. Then I placed the tarps that would form the floor and leaned the bamboo frames against the middle beam. Getting the big repaired tarp to go over was the most frustrating part. It kept snagging on the bamboo and weighed a lot more with all the duct tape. When it was finally on I placed a few rocks on top of the ends on either side so it wouldn't be blown away. I threw my sleeping bag in there and crept inside. It was quite roomy. The roof was about two yards off the ground in the middle, about eight feet long and six feet wide. It would probably be a bit cramped with both of us in there and some supplies, but it'd have to do for now. I put my notepad, some food, water and a battery powered lantern in the Luggage and put the backpack in the back of the shelter. I glanced at the sky. It was looking quite grim, but it wasn't raining yet. I might have an hour or two to spare. I cursed myself, if I had gone to check the nets it would have been more efficient, now there might not be enough time to cook the fish, if there were any. There was no time to beat myself up over it though, if I wanted a chance. I started the sweep, feeling a bit sick as the clouds rolled in and the water became darker in response. Two medium fish were in the first net and I decided that was good enough. I gutted them quickly, and was surprised at the lack of seagulls. The birds knew a storm was coming too, just like last time. I decided the fastest way to cook them would be boiling, even if that wasn't the best way to preserve their wonderful flavor. I threw them in the pot and remembered the mango tree. I sprinted over as the fish boiled and picked five fruits that looked the ripest. The last storm had lasted a full day, but this one felt as if it was going to be bigger. When I got back I grabbed a sweater and an emergency blanket before making sure the supplies were covered properly. It might become really cold without a fire. I took the pot off the fire and placed it just outside the tent, it was too hot to bring inside yet.

All that remained now was to get Jasper into the shelter. I would have to try to wake her up.

"Jasper" I said aloud as I approached her. "You have to move into the shelter, it's going to rain", I wasn't surprised when she didn't respond. I tried shaking her gently by the shoulder. Nothing. "Jesus you are just like my cousin Jacob" it made me smirk. Jacob was notorious in my family for being able to sleep like the dead. He was quite short, so we could always lift him up and take him to his room if he was in the way. I couldn't do that with Jasper though. I shook her more roughly. "Jasper, wake up, come on".

I sat back on my haunches, frowning. Would I dare to tickle her? She would probably kill me if I did that. Throwing a bucket of water on her would probably have the same effect. And she was injured, I didn't want her to get worse. So, a gentle way would be best. My heart started to beat faster as I reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of two fingers, murmuring a soft "Hey". Her face scrunched up slightly. It was working. I brushed a lock of beige hair away from her forehead. Her hair was so soft, not at all like mine. I wanted to run my fingers through it, the thought made my ears heat up pleasantly. I had to stop myself from doing that; the creeper factor was shooting through the roof. I removed my hand with a sigh and a twinge of regret and looked down at her face again. Her eyes were open and mine widened in sudden surprise. Shit fuck!

"What… are you doing?" she rasped.

"I was trying to wake you up!" I babbled, leaning back and feeling my face flush. "You- you didn't when-when I shook you or-or-or talked to you so I f-figured I'd t-try something… else" my words trailed away into silence. I coughed and got to my feet. "There's a storm coming, that's why. I made a shelter big enough for the two of us" I gestured feebly towards the structure.

She lifted herself up onto her elbow and looked over. She gave me a strange look through narrowed eyes and then got laboriously to her feet. She stopped for a moment at the entrance and then proceeded inside. I stood and waited for… something. An acknowledgement of some kind? Her feet disappeared inside and I heard a rustling, so she must be settling down. Then, silence. Then, after a tense minute; a snore. I deflated and sat down in the sand, lighting a cigarette. Why did I have to be so fucking awkward? Jesus. Rain began to fall and I positioned myself at the mouth of the tent so as not to fill the entire thing with smoke. It came down thick and fast and I watched the sand darken as it got wet. Everything became gray. The sound the rain made on the tarp ceiling was soothing and I was reminded of the umbrella scene in My Neighbor Totoro. I grinned to myself and began to sing.

"Totoro, Totoro, Totoro, Totoro. Dareka ga. Kossori, komichi ni ko no mi Uzumete! Chiisana me. Haetara! Himitsu no ango. Mori e no bouken hajimaru! Tonari no Totoro, Totoro, Totoro, Totoro. Mori no naka ni. Mukashi kara sunder! Tonari no Totoro, Totoro, Totoro, Totoro. Kodomo no toki ni dake! Anata ni otozureru! Fushigina deai… Ame furi. Basu tei.
Zubunure. Obake ga itara. Anata no Amagasa Sashite agemasho. Mori e no pasupooto. Mahou no tobira Akimasu! Tonari no Totoro, To to ro, Totoro, To to ro. Tsukiyo no ban ni. Okarina fuiteru. Tonari no Totoro, Totoro, Totoro, Totoro. Moshimo aeta nara. Sutekina shiawase ga
Anata ni kuru wa…"

I loved the soundtrack to that movie. I remember how I watched it the first time. When I was about eight or nine, I stumbled across it on a channel that was not properly adjusted on our TV. The colors were reversed, half the picture was distorted and it was a Danish dub, but it was a cartoon, so I kept watching. Using the text-TV option available I found out the name of the movie and insisted to my parents we should rent it, but the rental place didn't have it. I was extremely disappointed and cried in the store, something I had never done before. The bittersweet memory made me sigh. I stubbed out the cigarette and scooted further inside. It was more cramped than I had imagined, or maybe it just appeared that way because of Jasper's astounding amount of hair. It was strange. I was so used to being the biggest person in the room and here I was, feeling small by comparison. I crawled to the back and grabbed my notepad and pen, turning around and lying down on my stomach on top of the sleeping bag. I flicked through the pictures. I had more than one note pad with me to the island, but I had already started this one before I got here. Actually, I had had this one for years I realized. I just hadn't had time to draw. Man. Had I really been that busy? Shit. Many of the drawings were from before I finished my book. Dark days. But simpler in many ways. I paused on a portrait I had made of Christina after we had just met. Sometimes I missed my old life, not the being sad part, but the freedom I had had, relatively speaking. If I couldn't be arsed to go to work, the only one who was affected was me. That's one of the reasons I wanted to take this vacation-ish thing. To just care about myself. It had sounded so selfish in the beginning, but I knew I needed a break from… everything. And everyone. And then… Jasper happened. What sort of adventure had I stumbled into? I started to doodle the Enterprise from Start Trek the Next Generation. There were so many characters I wanted to talk to, especially Counselor Deanna Troi or Guinan. They were both so wise and felt… safe. Like they would understand me and could give me some really solid advice about, well, anything. I looked at Jasper's feet encased in boots, wondering what sort of piggy-wiggys she had. I drew Gir in his dog costume, in a pig costume, with a speech bubble saying 'But I wanted to be a mongoose K'. Costume-ception. Next, a griffin took shape, then a feather. I remembered a friend who was fantastic at drawing, they had drawn a feather so lifelike it seemed to leap off the page. Mine did not. I had been in a role playing group with them, but had gotten kicked out because… Why? It had been back in the dark days. I think I made a character that was too much like myself and couldn't separate what happened to her from what had happened to me. Trust issues, anger and pride. Throw that into an elven lightning mage with a hatred for humans and you've got a volatile concoction. I drew a smoking potion bottle. Volatile. That's what I had been. So angry at everything and everyone. It shamed me how I had behaved towards people back then. It had taken a long time for me to realize the anger was hiding deep sadness, loneliness and loss and even longer to work through it all. I hadn't been depressed for years now, which was weird in itself. It had been such a big part of my life, of me. The key had been to accept myself for the person I was, and accept that everything that had happened in the past had happened. No more pushing stuff away or trying to forget. And when I finally managed to embrace all that I was, good and bad, I could change the things that needed changing.

Making those changes within myself had been the hardest thing I had ever done, and I still struggled. It was so easy to fall back into old habits. The anger was now a tool, a fuel, something I could harness to protect myself, but I could still overload and snap, but it took way longer now if nothing else. I knew how to express myself better now. I thought back over the last few days. Had I reacted in a way I was OK with? Yes. Could I have handled things differently? Yes, but then I wouldn't have been me. I had reacted to things put in front of me in a very 'me-way', as my best friend would say. I drew the character I had made for her when we were seventeen and totally goth-tastic. That was the summer she had taught me to look cool while smoking.

Jasper turned over on her side with a deep sigh, mumbling something that sounded like 'kite'. What was her story? Alien warrior from another galaxy, sent to earth to escort two people who were going to do… what? She hadn't said. Her mission had been to protect the others from the remnants of the rebel forces. Her attitude towards earth and humanity was… bad. But was that really her opinion or the opinion of the Gem Empire? Anyone who had ever read a history book knew that the wrong leader could corrupt an entire nation... Was that what was going on here? Was she spouting thousands of years of indoctrination? Oh man, she had said she had met humans, during the war – more than five thousand years ago. How old was she? She looked to be about my age, maybe a few years older. I couldn't imagine anyone living that long. What did you do with all that time? I drew Yoda with a walker with a plate reading 'JDI-MSTR'. What had happened to her? The face she had made before she glitched the last time… It had held so much… pain. More than just having been beaten in a fight, she seemed… traumatized. I sighed. Even multi-millennial aliens didn't have everything figured out.

Without really thinking, I started to sing again. "And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, and mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall and not a soul to hear" I started to draw Japer's gem as I finished the bit of the song that I knew, humming the rest. I had never been able to get the hang on how to draw shiny surfaces, like metals. There was so much more to it than just painting metal things a solid grey. There were reflections, color differences and highlights, distorted and stretched sometimes, depending on the shape of the object in question. Jasper's gem was much the same. As I filled in the crack it made me wonder about how much it must hurt. She had confirmed, well, sort of, that she would die if it broke. They must have some way of fixing an injury like that, right? Maybe she needed a doctor? Maybe it would heal on its own? I bit my lip. I had made it worse. When I hit her chin with my knee - that must have been what had made the crack worse. I was torn how I felt about that entire situation. I had just killed that… thing, and she had the audacity to be condescending towards me, not even saying thank you. And then she had… looked me up and down, while I was naked. My cheeks burned and – I felt a surge of arousal in my nether regions. Her eyes had been so… feral. If it had been a different situation, like if we had met at a bar, a look like that would have made me strike up a flirty conversation. Or if I was slightly tipsy, I'm pretty sure I would have grabbed her face kissed her to assert my dominance. How long had it been since I had been with anyone, apart from Christina? There was that girl… Vanessa, we'd had a lovely night together when I was on my last book tour, like three months ago. She hadn't known who I was, and we never exchanged last names.

I shook my head and lit a cigarette. Was I really attracted to an alien? Seriously? Come on. I hardly knew anything about her. And she was part of an empire that had tried to take over the earth, for fucks sake. But she hadn't hurt me, even though I had hit her. What did that tell me… Was it an honor thing? Like, 'you saved my life so my code of honor keeps me from squashing you like the filthy little vermin you are'. That might be it. Or maybe she was just unable to show how grateful she was that someone was trying to take care of her. Well, I figured, I couldn't not help her, that would go against everything I knew to be true about myself.

I put the note pad away and grabbed the pot that was still standing in the rain. It was cool now and I dumped out the water on the already saturated sand. I began to eat, staring out onto the ocean. Lightning struck far away and I counted under my breath, reaching one thousand and eleven before thunder rolled. I shivered with pleasure, I had always loved thunder. Jasper's legs kicked out suddenly and just barely missed me. I had a mouth full of fish and made a "Mmph!" sound as she scrabbled to turn around and look out.

"The Cluster!" she exclaimed, color draining from her face. She was obviously terrified and I swallowed with difficulty.

"It's just thunder" I said, trying to sound reassuring. She glared at me. "Look" I pointed out to sea. Lightning struck again and I counted aloud this time "A thousand, a thousand and one, a thousand and two", I reached a thousand and ten this time before another thunderclap hit. She stared around. "It's OK, it's the weather. Nothing bad is happening" my demeanor seemed to calm her and her shoulders relaxed.

"Have you never heard thunder before?" I asked, taking another bite of fish.

"Yes, of course I have!" she snapped. "I just got… startled"

"No need to be… startled… It's a perfectly natural natural phenomenon" I paused for a moment. "Did you say… 'cluster'? Like in cluster bomb?"

"What? No. It's… Wait, human, have there been any earthquakes?" she asked me with intensity.

"Yeah" I answered, slightly annoyed at her dodging my question. "But not for… like a week? Last one was pretty big, the same day as the last storm. The day before I found your gem - "

"They stopped?" her eyes moved rapidly as if she was thinking very fast. "They must have found a way to destroy it… Curse that Rose Quartz!" she thumped the ground with both her fists, making the entire shelter shake.

"What are you talking about?! And for the love of fuck, my name is Erica, not 'human'. I prefer if people who have seen me naked use my name, thankyouverymuch. Tell me what is going on, that's the least you could do" she stared at me, a mix of confusion and affronted pride on her face.

"You've got some carats, I'll give you that" she said reluctantly, but seemed calmer than before. Was that a roundabout way of saying thank you for saving my life, or that I had spunk? I nodded at her to go on.

She sighed. "That was what the technician was going to check up on. The cluster. It is… or was going to be a very powerful weapon, grown here on earth"

"What do you mean, 'grown'?"

"It was a collection of gems and when it was finished it would be very… big"

"Big like you? Or big like a bus?"

"… What's a bus?"

"It's a vehicle made out of metal, about three times as long as this shelter"

She chuckled coarsely before mumbling "Yeah, something like that" I noted the change in her tone, but wanted to keep the conversation going.

"Were you going to use it to colonize other worlds?"

"Yes, that was the plan"

"Was the cluster responsible for all the ground tremors then? Was it under ground?"

"Yes"

This was fascinating. "How do you 'grow' gems?"

"Uh… Injectors put… stuff… in the ground and all the nutrients gets absorbed and then you come out. Of the ground"

"Is that how your species reproduces?"

"That's how we are produced, yeah"

"Wait, produced as in made? Who makes you?"

"Other gems" she shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. My mind was boggling. I had never heard of anything like that, creatures making other creatures without some sort of sexual contact. Silence stretched between us and I continued to eat, my eyes unfocused. I huffed and smirked.

"What's so funny?" she asked testily.

"It's just… I was thinking. If there really is an infinite number of universes, how lucky am I that I am in this one? And if this is the only universe that there's ever going to be, then I guess I must be even luckier"

She frowned. "Why is that?"

"I don't know. It just hit me. I've been able to fulfill so many of my dreams. I wrote my book, it became a movie, I got to meet Doprah O'Generes, I've travelled the world… And now I've met an alien" I shrugged, feeling strangely happy.

She looked at me with a quizzical expression on her face before asking "But what are you?"

"Me? I'm an author, I write books. Well, I've written one book"

"No, I mean, what is your real function – I've seen you fight and you are… decent. But you built this, this" she gestured at the shelter "structure, and you hunt" she pointed at the fish in my hand "and you… sing" she frowned as if she hadn't meant to say that last part. My heart skipped a beat. Had she heard me singing?

"W-well um" I said, feeling flustered "I uh, do all those things. I don't have a primary function, I just do… stuff"

Jasper looked at me as if I was some kind of curious object.

"No, I mean what is the function of an Eri-ca. Are you soldiers, builders, hunters or singers?" I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach when she said my name.

"Erica Katheryn Brooks is my name, it doesn't come with an instruction manual on what I should do if I'm given that specific name" I said smiling uncertainly. "Is that how it works in your society? If you are given a name you have to be a certain way?" how on earth would that work?

"If you are a peridot, then you are a technician with some kind of specialization. If you are a ruby, you are a soldier, class 3 or lower" she stated.

I creased my forehead, trying to understand. "So, wait, there's more than one peridot?"

"Yes" she huffed, grinning as if I was being an idiot. "Tons"

"So… if you're a peridot, you have to be a technician? You can never be anything other than that?"

"Of course you can't, if you're a peridot, you must do what a peridot does. Everyone must do what they have been made to do"

"But… what if you don't like being a technician?" this was making me feel a bit uneasy.

"That doesn't matter, you have to be of use to your Diamond"

"Your Diamond?"

"The Gem Matriarchs" she made it sound like they were some kind of royalty.

"What happens if you refuse to do what you were made for?"

"You get shattered" she shrugged, as if it was of no consequence.

"That seems… rather harsh" I frowned. Their society didn't sound as if it encouraged individuality at all. Humanity was all about individuality, at least in this century.

"I am Jasper Facet-2A6K, Cut-1GT. Soldier, class one, my purpose is to fight, to conquer in the name of my Diamond" it sounded like something she had been drilled to say.

"But is that all that you are? A soldier?" I asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" she sounded confused, as if no one had ever asked her that question before.

"I mean… what do you do when you don't fight?"

"We train"

"And that's it? For your entire life?"

"You say it as if it is wrong" she narrowed her eyes.

Shit. I didn't want to insult her. "No, it's just really hard for me to understand" I said quickly. "It sounds so different from what I'm used to" I paused. "Does being a soldier make you… happy?"

She let out a small gasp and then looked out into the storm. "It brings me… satisfaction" she stated with a brutish smile.

"What does… make you happy?" I asked slowly, holding out my hand in the rain.

"Being of use to my Diamond, defeating my enemies and expanding the Gem Empire" she said with a hard face. She glanced quickly at me and then away. "What makes you… happy?"

"A lot of things. The rain and thunder, the sound of waves or seeing the first butterfly of summer. Watching my favorite movies, eating delicious food. Being with my best friend. Listening to new music and finding something that makes your spine tingle" I smiled, wishing I had brought a radio. Wait, was I stupid or what. I had my smartphone – it didn't have any reception but I did have songs. I hadn't charged it in almost two weeks, so the battery would probably drain really fast, if it would even turn on. "Hang on" I said and wiggled backwards. I dug around in the luggage before I found the phone inside a zip-lock bag. I turned it on and punched in the pin number. It blooped at me that there was less than 20% remaining and if I wanted to change to power save mode. I pressed yes and crawled back to the entrance. "This is one of my all-time favorites"

Bach Cello Suite number one, prelude started playing from the speaker at the bottom of my phone. Jasper's eyes went wide. At the end of the song her eyelids fluttered.

"You want to hear some more?" I asked, smiling at the dazed look on her face.

She nodded silently and I let the playlist named "Favs_latest" continue. The next song to play was Lacrimosa by Mozart. After that came Session by Linkin Park. About half way through that one I took out my notepad again, feeling like I needed to do something with my hands. When the song changed into Inner Universe by Yoko Kanno & Origa, she gasped audibly. I paused the music.

"What's wrong? You don't like that song?" I tried not to feel insulted; it was my favorite playlist after all. She leaned in close and for a moment I thought she was going to head-butt me, but she stopped half an inch away from my cheek, one soup plate sized palm slapping down on my right side. I followed her gaze - she looking down at my notepad. It was open to the same page I had been doodling on before. Her hair tickled my face and back and I could feel the heat coming off her body. I became aware of her smell and tried not to inhale loudly. It was a pleasant mix of… something sweet I knew I had smelled before and something else that I couldn't place at all.

"Is that my gem?!" she burst out.

"Yes?" I squeaked, not sure if I had made a faux pas.

"Is that what the crack looks like?!" she asked desperately. I nodded in silence. It looked like she was about to roar and pound the ground again, I braced myself and tried to make myself smaller – she had never been this close to me when she had an outburst. A few seconds passed and then I felt a droplet fall onto my cheek. Had the tent started leaking? I thought I had done such a good job with the duct tape. I looked up and… was stunned. Jasper was… crying. I could feel the arm that went over my back tremble. She was absolutely silent, jaw locked halfway between a snarl and a deep frown, eyes streaming, still looking down at the drawing. I was so taken aback; I didn't know what to do. Slowly, I put down my pen and moved my right hand to place over hers. I was prepared for it to flinch away as soon as I touched her, but she didn't move. I could feel the suppressed sobs shaking her body through her hand. I squeezed as much as I could grab, which wasn't a lot. I wanted to reassure her that it was OK to cry, that she didn't have to hold back. But I knew what it felt like to get terribly bad news around people you didn't trust with your emotions. I knew what it felt like to not trust yourself with your emotions. I didn't want to pressure her, it might be the first time she had been overwhelmed like this. I tried to convey all these things through my hand. Tears fell on my drawing and I watched the thick lines blur slightly. I could feel her chest moving rapidly against my ribs.

"Breathe…" I said softly. I started to hum a song my grandmother had sung to me when I was very young. I didn't remember the words, I just remembered feeling safe and protected. Jasper's breathing steadied slowly. She retracted her arm from over my back and sat up. I kept my eyes away from her, giving her time to collect herself. My finger traced the shape of the crack on the drawing.

"Will it heal?" I asked carefully.

"Not on its own, no" she said in a thick voice.

"So there is a way to fix it?" relief flooded my chest.

"Yes, but I would have to get home. My ship was destroyed by the rebels…"

"Could the peridot help you?"

"Her? No. She doesn't have the equipment…"

I wracked my brain. "Do the rebels have the stuff you need?"

"No" she said, her tone flat. But then she raised her gaze, looking through me. "Rose Quartz… Her lieutenant, I'm sure I cracked her, but in a later battle she returned, whole…! They must have the technology!" she looked at me, hope lighting in her eyes.

"Great! Where are they?"

"In a town with a stupid water name… Ocean Town, no… River Village? No. Beach City! Yes, I'm sure!"

"How will you get there?" I asked, trying to hide the sudden sadness I felt at the prospect of her leaving.

"There must be a warp pad on this island somewhere… It would take me to their base!" her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Warp pad… Like a teleport?" I thought of wizard portals in realm of warlords.

Just as she opened her mouth, a deafening roll of thunder struck and I clapped my hands over my ears. I saw her nodding however. When it died away I said "It's just above us, you'll have to wait until it passes. Maybe you should try to rest?" she nodded, looking pleased and lay down promptly. I scooted to the mouth of the tent, lighting a cigarette. She sniffed and asked "Why do you subject yourself to those things, they smell awful" I smiled ruefully and answered "It gives me… satisfaction" she let out a rough chuckle and turned her back. I inhaled deeply and blew the smoke outside, the wind whipping it away in an instant. I looked at my drawing. Maybe that'd be the only thing I'd have to remember her by. Despite everything that had happened between us, it stung that she was going to leave. I sighed, rubbing my temples. After I finished my cigarette, I lay down too. A wave of tiredness swept over me and I fell into a restless sleep.

Tonari no Totoro: watch?v=t0U1BIDy2o8
Translation:

To to ro, Totoro, to to ro, Totoro

Someone secretly
Bury a berry in the side road and
When a small sprout grows, the secret code

Is the passport to the forest
A wonderful journey will begin

My neighbor to to ro totoro to to ro totoro
Living in the forest since the past
My neighbor to to ro totoro to to ro totoro
It visits you only when you are a kid
A very mysterious meeting

Raining at the bus stop
If there's a drenched ghost,
Let him under your umbrella
The passport to the forest,
The magical door will open

My neighbor to to ro totoro to to ro totoro
It blows upon its ocarina on the night if the moon
My neighbor to to ro totoro to to ro totoro
If you ever meet him, a wonderful happiness will
Come to you

Rains of Castamere: watch?v=vU8eL2CjzHw

The wolf song: watch?v=nL1tA9NP7f8
Translation:

The wolf howls in the forest of the night.
He wants to, but cannot sleep.
Hunger is clawing at his wolf's belly.
And his stomach is cold.
You wolf, you wolf, don't come near.
You will never have my baby.

The wolf howls in the forest of the night.
He howls because of hunger and despair.
But I shall give him the tail of a pig, because that is suited for a wolf's belly.
You wolf, you wolf, don't come near.
You will never have my baby.

The wolf howls in the forest of the night.
And he cannot find his prey.
But I shall give him a cockscomb to put into his bindle.
You wolf, you wolf, don't come near.
You will never have my baby.

Sleep my child in mother's bed.
Let the wolf howl in the night.
But I shall give him the shank of a chicken
If no one else has taken it.
You wolf, you wolf, don't come near.
You will never have my baby.