Here's a small bit of irony. After chapter thirteen, I planned to write more. But for reasons I don't want to get into, I was banned from everything, computer included. I'm such a terrible person. I mean, two chapters ago, the school year was beginning for me! And now? It's August! Last chapter? Around Eight months ago! Why is it I'm no good at anything?

Haga: I'm starting to think that you actually do have an inferiority complex.

That's not so good… I mean, just knowing that fact brings up the point that everyone else I know might know about that. And when my inferiority is apparent, I just cause more problems for them. I've already done that with this story…

Haga: Just say it and get it out of the way.

Zetsuboushita! My incompetence as a fanfiction author has left me in despair!

Chapter 14: Jun Kudou's Past - Conclusion. Jun Kudou's Present - In progress.

Soon after they called, the police came. They arrested Retsu Taibun. She was found close by in a small shed with an axe and some wire. As she was taken away by the police, Retsu spoke with Jun. "I almost had you my dear."

"Yeah." Replied Jun. "Too bad you stopped chopping at Nami when I went to block for her." He held a bandaged shoulder. "Still, I almost wish you had killed me."

Retsu's eyes widened. "I would never kill you! Why would you say that?"

"If I had died and the police took you after that…" Jun smiled. "You would no longer have any reason to go after Nami-chan."

Retsu laughed as she got into the car. "In 20 years to life, I'll see you again my love!" The police drove away.

"Well that was anticlimactic." Said Nami. "All we had to do was call the police."

"If I had known you could call the police on an ex, I'd have done it years ago…" Actually, people do that all the time.

"Honestly, I think the author just didn't want to draw up a complex story for our escape from her…" Hey, it was your idea to call the police.

"Anyways, now that we don't have to run anymore, what do you say to a vacation here in Okinawa?"

"Um…" Nami tried to imagine Jun in a swimsuit. "Uh, no, let's not." She would be too enamored by his figure to concentrate on anything else. "Let's just go back to school."

"Oh? Alright." Jun only suggested because she might want to.

Back at school, everything seemed relatively normal…

"Don't say normal!"

I was describing the school! As I was saying, it was as though the events of the previous chapters never happened. And why would they? It's not like one insane student and depressed teacher make a difference. If they're absent, they're absent. Nobody's life was affected by those events.

Jun looked around. Everything looked serene in the classroom. "Did we miss something important?"

Nozomu replied, "No. Nothing happened. I didn't go on a life-changing journey, battle a demon and discover something important." He thought for a bit. "Well, I didn't go on a journey or battle a demon."

"Ah." 'So something did happen.'

Jun took his seat and started to read, as usual.

"Wait a second, where have you and Hitou-san been for the last…" He took a quick look at the attendance, as he hadn't been paying attention for the past few days. "… six days?"

"Well sensei… let's just say we went on a life-changing journey."

"Are you sure? No demons? No discoveries?"

"No, sensei."

Nami came in later than Jun. "Sorry I'm late! I just got back from a life-changing journey!"

Nozomu looked down. "That was my joke of the day…"

"Oh. Sorry, was that yours?"

Jun put down his book. "Well, most books have copyright protection so that nobody takes their material. If you were a professional comedian, you could have a copyright put on your jokes."

Nozomu looked up again. "So I should copyright everything I say, huh… but it costs money to copyright things! I can't copyright everything I say! Why do you think a fanfiction is being made from my life?"

"Well, it's not the images being taken, it's the characters. And the story differs to some degree, so you can't sue."

"Zetsuboushita! People I don't know using my life to tell a story has left me in despair!" Nozomu stopped for a second. "Hold on. Who just said that?"

Jun raised his hand. "I did."

"That's strange. Usually the instigator is either Kafuka, or Chiri, or me, or random people out on the street. You almost never add to that."

"Well… I'm actually feeling a bit happy today."

"Well… anyways-" and he went on his rant for the day. It was pretty typical day. Chiri had something to say, as did Harumi. Kafuka just smiled throughout.

After school let out, Jun went home. He lay down in his bed, exhausted. A lot had happened, and he was thankful for the upcoming weekend.

Saturday, he met up with Nami at school. "Hi Jun! Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I am. So where are we going?"

"Huh? I thought you were going to decide. If I had to decide, I'd only pick someplace I'd want to go like the bookstore."

"Same with me, I'd pick a place like the mall."

They both thought hard and came up with the same solution.

Nami: 'A bookstore in the mall?'

Jun: 'A bookstore near the mall?'

Well, almost.

"Jun, let's just go to the park."

"Yes, a quiet place that is only a little cliché."

You know, because normally the girl wants to go shopping and the intelligent usually wants to go someplace… you all get the cliché.

At the park, Jun and Nami were greeted by their sensei.

Nami asked, "Sensei, what are you doing here?" He had rope in his hand. He was standing near a tree on a stool. "Never mind, I can guess."

Nozomu shouted, "If I can't copyright my actions, I can at least copyright my death! I put that in my will. Now nobody will be allowed to die by hanging in this park! They'll have to stick to the woods around Mt. Fuji."

Kafuka came running up to him. "Sorry, but according to that sign over there, a death by hanging has already been copyrighted."

"… Dammit. I'm going to Mt. Fuji!" Nozomu ran away with Kafuka in pursuit.

Jun and Nami just stood there. Finally, Jun spoke. "You want to take a walk?"

"Yes!" They went for a small walk in the park. The pink petals falling reminded one of a romance anime.

When the walk came to an end, they sat on a bench with ice cream, another cliché.

"So how was today Nami?"

"All weirdness and the author's cliché's aside, this was a very nice day." … Hey.

"Well that's good. I was afraid that everything would blow up in the end and we'd have to spend chapters trying to fix it."

Nami touched his hand. "This isn't a book. We aren't the playthings of some twisted mind. Things like that won't happen. At least not now."

Jun grasped Nami's hand. "I know. We're together now, and that's what matters."

Nami blushed. "Jun. I love you." She put her head on his shoulder.

"And I love you." Said Jun. He put his arm around her shoulder.

A bit familiar, but Jun has found happiness. What once caused him pain, emotions, were now in check. Because now he has someone he can be happy with.

I know it was short, but it's the conclusion of Jun's story. If you don't like it, complain all you want. I know the last parts were cliché.

Haga: Yeah, I was pretty annoyed. But I'm happy for those two.

Strange. You actually said something nice.

Haga: But that doesn't mean I don't totally hate your story.

What will it take to make you like my story?

Haga: Two words. Lemon Fic.

… When I suck less at writing, I'll see what I can do about that. Of course, the Uke will be Nozomu.

Haga: Yaoi?

Nah. I'll leave that to professionals. When I say, "Seme and Uke", I mean in a general sense, not confined to Yaoi or Yuri.

Haga: But you've read those kinds of fics, haven't you?

…. I've closed up my heart.

Haga: I bet you're one of those Dramatic Ukes, aren't you?

…. I've closed up my heart.

Haga: For a guy, you sure want to be treated like an Uke.

…. Shut the Fuck up.

Haga: Shuji's closed up his heart, so Sayonara.

… Sayonara.

Life of Despair: Suicide Theater (Not for the weak hearted.)

I didn't do anything for eight months. I've been disconnected from several of my friends. I'm being a bother by telling my life story. I've been unable to make even a single person happy in life.

By the pool, a murder is investigated. My head was underwater, but the rest of me wasn't. It wasn't murder. I shoved my head into the pool. I died cold and breathless. Perhaps I've made people's lives better.