lunar witch · jason grace

epilogue one.

CHILDHOOD REUNIONS AND
LOVING MEMORIES

NARRATOR

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"JASON, WHERE ON Earth are you going?! You can't even read the damn signs properly!" She shouted at her boyfriend, who was walking ahead, dragging Hana along by their entwined hands - he was in awe of where they were.

Kagoshima was a beautiful city, and Jason wanted to know everything about where his girlfriend grew up.

The city lay close clustered, ruddy on the plains, glittering in the clear air with its flat roofs and domes and square towers, strangely naked-seeming in the clear, clean air.

What was more stranger was the huge volcano that loomed over the city, separated only by a stretch of water, Hana mentioned it a few times to him Sakurajima, it erupted often and Jason was dying to see it do it's thing.

"Yeah well, I'll find out on the way!" He called back as locals looked at them in confusion, some American blonde boy was dragging around his Japanese girlfriend who was shouting at him in English to slow down; it wasn't a normal sight for them, they pinned it down to tourists although the girl looked like the little missing girl from 9 years ago.

"Whatever you say babe but we'll miss our shuttle bus if you don't stop getting sidetracked; it's awesome but not that awesome. You're acting like you saw Olympus for the first time."

"Yeah but Olympus gets tiring, this is Japan in another continent on the other side of the world, love. Allow me to fanboy for a little bit. We're headed to central part of the city right?"

"You've really done your homework, I'm proud babe." Hana grinned, nestling into her boyfriend's jumper. They tried to blend in with the recent trends in the area but the look of them made them stand out as people casted their eyes at the two laughing teens before shaking it off.

Hana had on a white plain jumper that had the word 'day' written on it in simple black handwriting with high waisted black mom jeans, she paired it off with some white sneakers and a black cap to cover the top of her hair, the rest was tied into a low bun with strands coming out where Jason kept ruffling her hair; she named the outfit 'Plane ride death' for jokes.

Jason on the other hand had on a black plain jumper that had the word 'night' written on it in simple white handwriting, he decided on wearing white jeans with black shoes but had his white cap the other way round - he named his outfit 'I need more coffee for this trip' which summed up his mood at the airport well.

Thankfully, enough praying to Zeus meant that the two travelled there safely, without too many troubles - except when some lady sitting next to them was singing for half the flight so nearly 10 hours straight. Eventually Hana had got so sick of it, she'd quickly put the woman to sleep with a spell - Jason was grateful of course since he was exhausted after about five hours of the day long flight.

"Hey, we're gonna miss our bus Hana c'mon." Jason replied as they quickly got to the train station, pushing past commuters as they made their way to the right station, "Wait, is that an entire market?"

They drank in the colours, the aromas and the atmosphere like an elixir. The people in the area thrived on interacting with the stall holders, each one almost a caricature of bubbly friendliness. The air was perfumed with produce, the ground was gritty stone and the air a perfect pre-winter chill. There was no irritating music, just a busker with a guitar singing a song of a lost love in Japanese.