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Title: Wish I never saw the sunshine
Pairing(s): Jun/Minako (Sailor Venus)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing of either franchise
Word count: 547
Summary: Jun takes a walk, thinking of Minako.
Author's Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] honeyporridge for the [livejournal.com profile] arashi_on fundraiser. FOR SHAME, I KNOW. She asked for a Sailor Moon/Arashi crossover. It's a series of one-shots of the five couples I paired. Suggested music would be Beth Orton's I Wish I Never Saw the Sunshine.


Jun’s feet dug into the sand beneath the swing, starting to push him back and forth. The wind picked up a bit, helping him. Like it knew.

He looked over to the other swing on his left, chains creaking when the wind blew as it pleased. He looked away.

“Push me,” Minako whispered, dragging one of her boyfriend’s arms with both of hers, walking backwards until she bumped into the swing set itself. Grabbing all of her hair, she quickly tossed it into a messy ponytail before sitting down.

Jun smiled, walking behind the swing. He pushed her and she squealed, telling him “Not so hard,” through bubbling laughter.

When she swooped back towards him, he grabbed the chains, hearing more than seeing her surprise, and wrapped his arms around her, snuggling into her hair.

“My turn.”


--

It was cold, and Jun had to pull his jacket tighter against his thin frame to shield himself from the winter weather. He walked past a convenience store and decided to stop in.

Taking a basket as he entered, Jun proceeded to toss multiple packaged lunches and instant ramen into the container, slowly making his way to the counter.

“Jun-kun, what are you doing?” Minako asked, curious head peeping over his shoulder. He was situated at his kitchen counter, various vegetables and herbs surrounding him.

Smiling, he wiped his hands on a cloth and turned around, arms curling around the blonde’s lower back. “Cooking for you,” he mumbled against her neck, breathing in her scent. “You need to eat better,” he told her, pecking her cheek before returning to his task.

Minako grumbled something about him thinking she was getting fat and meandered into the living room, flicking the channel to the news.

A few minutes later, Minako smelt the distinct scent of tobacco, and leaned over the edge of the sofa to peer onto the veranda. Jun was smoking again.

Tsking as she stomped, Minako opened the sliding door only to take the cigarette out of Jun’s slackened mouth before tossing it over the railing. Before Jun could get a word out, Minako scolded,

“If I can’t eat junk food, you’re not allowed to smoke.”


Feeling weak, Jun resisted asking for his usual cigarettes, stomach queasy.

--

He was walking through the busy streets in the city, plastic bag swinging slightly at his side. Coming to an intersection, he stopped.

Jun walked out of his building, looking around for Minako, who was supposed to be waiting for him.

He heard a shriek before he saw Minako running down the street at full speed, skirt clinging to her thighs, chest heaving with exhaustion.

She yelled something into a device before grabbing a pen from her jacket, shouting something Jun couldn’t quite make out, just as she turned the corner.

He couldn’t see her anymore.

Running toward the increasingly horrified screams, Jun was thrown onto his back. His ears began to ring and his vision blurred.

Pushing himself up as quickly as he could, Jun ran to where he last saw Minako.

Cars were overturned, streetlights falling overtop themselves, people running in every which direction, there was a large hole burnt into the ground, and the sailor senshi were on their knees.

Sailor Venus lay there. Dead.


Jun kept walking.

Date: 2011-11-17 02:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jellybean6972.livejournal.com
Aw, so sad. Jun's life isn't the same without her.

Thanks for sharing :)

Date: 2011-11-30 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honeyporridge.livejournal.com
:( why won't you let squishy be happy ;_;

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