I know, I know, I'm gonna' get at least one complaint about Kazuya "not taking action", but that's for later. I 'spose...
And I ended it sorta' weird here... I wanted to end it more with a funny "haw haw haw" thing goin' on, but, alas, I suck.
So I hope you like this... Read it... reeeaaadddd!

Chapter Ten - More Than Friends?
"Good morning Kazuya!" Her melodious voice echoed in the small room. "How are you today"
"I'm fine. Fine. I'm... I'm fine." Kazuya stuttered. He was finding it a little difficult to ask her.
"What's that you got there?" Jun asked, eyes lingering on the paper in his hands.
"This? Oh, umm, this... this is a... umm..." Kazuya didn't know what to say. He should have practiced what he was going to say before she got there. Now, it was too late.
"Can I see it?" Jun asked and Kazuya nodded. She was just about to take the paper from his hands when who else but Dr. WuLong came in through the door.

Kazuya was half relieved and half ready to kill. Dr. WuLong always interrupted Jun and his closest moments, and now, he interrupted the most important moment ever in Kazuya's life. This most touching and intimate moment ruined by the one and only Dr. WuLong. He would get his later, of course, once Kazuya was out, there was going to be hell to pay.

"Jun? May I see you outside quickly?" Kazuya didn't trust the smile on his face.
"Uh... um, yeah." She patted Kazuya on the shoulder. "I'll be gone just for a minute."

Jun and the damn doctor left and Kazuya was once again, alone. Kazuya was shaken up, and now that Jun was gone, he could show it. He was very sweaty, and his clothes became real clingy. He laid his poem on his lap and tried to shake out his nerves. It wasn't working very well, so he decided to think of what he was going to say to Jun.

What could he say to her? Would he say something before or after she read the poem? How can something so simple be so hard to ask? The machine picked up his quickened heart beats, but he could barely hear it through his thoughts. His mind was boggling, he couldn't figure out what to say to her.

He sat there and thought for a very very VERY long time. This was the toughest business that Kazuya ever had to do. Because, it effected him. It effected him personally, and he didn't want to feel lonely and alone for the rest of his life. It was gnawing at his brain so much, he started to sound redundant.

"Man, I'm sounding redundant..." he said as his thoughts continued their redundant thinking of redundancy.

He was usually a swift thinker and a quick businessman, able to determine exactly what he wanted to do and how long he wanted it to take. In this situation, he knew exactly what he wanted to do... but to make it happen, it was an entirely different story. Because this required the cooperation... and love... of a person who wasn't just a business associate (in fact, not one at all), but someone he cherished.

And so he devised his "plan". Simple, but told him all he needed to know: Let her read the poem, let her think, then say her piece. This was the only way he could do it now, even if he was a real smooth talker, this predicament was completely different.

So now he had to wait... yet again. And since he woke up a little earlier this day, he tried to calm his nerves by sleeping. He laid back in his bed, closed his eyes, and waited. Waited... and, waited... but sleep was not coming to him. This was cruel, but he'd try anyway.

He heard the door open and close slowly. The soft steps taken assured him that it was Jun. He remained silent, disguising himself as a sleeping patient. He felt a hand rest on his cheek and tried very hard not to smile. He heard her take the paper laying on his lap when the door opened again, very violently.

"Jun-chaaaaaan, I wasn't done with you..." He heard Dr. WuLong's voice at the other side of the room.

Damn it...

He heard Jun sigh heavily, drop the paper back down, and leave him, once again. He clenched his fists and muttered curses to himself. That doctor! That damn doctor! Always in his way! Always 'Jun ths or 'Jun that', and always takes her away from him! Well, from this day foreward, he would never lay his hand on Jun ever again. EVER. The doctor had a death wish and Kazuya was more than willing to help him fulfill his wish.

Kazuya lied there, still trying to sleep. This was difficult for him, but he tried anyway. This jealous, posessive rage kept creeping up on him. Jun shouldn't be even anywhere near that quack, she was too good for him. That doctor shouldn't even THINK of trying to hit on her, either. Not unless he wants an earlier grave than either expected. This thing was getting too out of hand. Hopefully Jun would come back soon.

She did, thank god for that. The door closed a little harder than she usually shuts it and he opened his eyes to see her leaning her back against the door. He looked quizically at her with a smile on his face.

"What was that all about"
She shook her head. "You don't want to know..." There was a little knock on the other side of the door.
"Ms. Kazama, may I have my keys back? I apologized..." the doctor's voice called.
"NO! IT'S OKAY, EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW." Jun answered rather loudly. Kazuya became worried.
"What happened Jun? Did you LOCK the door?" He asked.

She just simply nodded her head and walked over to Kazuya. His heart began to race more again.

"Now where were we before I was rudely interrupted?" She picked up the paper again and sat on the bed right next to Kazuya.
"W-what happened to you Jun? What did he do to you"
Jun smiled, "Will you just let-" and she was silent.

Her face took on a dead serious look. Kazuya didn't know whether this was good or bad. She just sat there, so very still, with his paper in her hand. Not many words, but a heartful of meaning. Kazuya did something he hadn't done in a long time - he prayed.

Oh lord, please let my feelings for Jun be reciprocated...
-What on EARTH are you doing Kazuya! Praying to GOD? And, excuse me, who owns your soul?- the devil, a little pissed at Kazuya's sudden outbreak of religious behavior, asked.
"Kazuya... is this... is this really..." Jun couldn't finish her sentence.
-Because I will NOT tolerate this Kazuya, I own you, I, soon, will own your woman, a delicious creature indeed, and I do NOT need you to be praying to my enemy!-
SHUT IT! I need to know if Jun's feelings for me are...
-I think she digs ya'. She's tearing up a little. I'll leave you two alone until things get a little heated, if you know what I mean...- and he left again.

Kazuya looked up at Jun, who indeed have a few tears welling up in her eyes.
"Jun?..." Kazuya's hand went to Jun's face, who imediately pressed her hand against his.
"You really feel this way for me Kazuya?" Jun asked. Kazuya just nodded and a small sob escaped Jun's lips.
"Are you okay Jun?" He barely finished his questions before he felt Jun's arms wrap around his neck and her lips pressed against his in a sweet simple kiss.

As a bonus, her breasts were pressing against him rather nicely.

Kazuya was stunned, of course, that Jun would take such action as to kiss him first, but it was really nice to know that Jun cared for him too. He kissed her back sweetly as well, and pulled her closer to him. This was sweet. This was so sweet. Jun's body so close, her taste finally on his lips, her scent so delicious, it was all so sweet. He wanted that moment to last forever.

She carefully pulled away from Kazuya, blushing harshly. Kazuya's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, hugging her, never wanting to let her go. Jun smiled and lied next to Kazuya. Their fingers were entwined and for the first time, they both felt like they belonged. They were, for once in their lives, truly happy.

Gah! The sappiness of it all!

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Anywho... yeah.

veni veni venias
ne me mori facias

tee hee -random latin-

R+R