9.(32-33) Kimi & Jun - Nature Has Its Way

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32. Street of the Wily Opossum

A day before reporting for combat, Jun proposes an outing with Kimi. Headman, aware Kimi and Jun are attracted, offers a car with tank of fuel. 

Blue-sky Sunday morning, with the air warm, fragrant and buzzing with cicadas, the strange big summer flies that make a constant humming sound - semi-semi-semi - giving them their local name and that die suddenly & mysteriously littering the streets during one or two days in midsummer.

   At 7 AM, Jun in gray cotton shirt and blue work pants drives the old Model T Ford car to where Kimi stands waiting, in long black dress. She gets in beside him. “Let us do the city first,” he says, shifting gear and heading south.

An hour later they are at City Center Station; theirs is the sole private car and everywhere people are glancing as they drive south up Trolley Street. Jun parks near the intersection with Street of the Wily Opossum, an arched-over, red-painted, wood-roofed street where the stroller is shielded from rain or snow. The entrance arch has the white-painted cunning face of an opossum looking down like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. It is a shopping street but early Sunday the stalls are closed and there is only an old Ainu woman, in shapeless faded brown gown and standing on wood clogs, who is opening her pushcart filled with carved black-lacquered bears, salmon and busts of traditionally dressed Ainu she will try to sell.

   The old North Island Ainu people had left their marks on the North Islanders in the more than occasional hairiness and big eyes, and linguistically in the many Ainu words. The remaining Ainus are reduced to selling wood carvings when not begging or scavenging. Ainu women like this one conduct most of the trade. She wears a black forehead band encircling her short-cut gray hair, has big round black eyes that watch the environment cunningly from out of a worn wrinkled sun-tanned brown face with prominent nose and sparse but obvious mustache and when she smiles blackened teeth show – a sign of the married woman.

   Happy to see shoppers early Sunday, she beams at them. Jun asks, “Auntie, why is it Street of the Wily Opossum?” and she goes into her story: Hunter trapped Opossum here years ago. As Hunter is about to make meal of it, Opossum begs “Set me free. I am not really Opossum, I am Spirit of Great Hunter and if you free me I make here successful hunting ground for you and descendants.” Hunter freed Opossum and so they name the Street for him.

   Jun looks puzzled. “But Auntie, what is so wily about the opossum?” and Kimi who knows the story jumps in to rescue Jun from his bad manners. “Everyone knows the Opossum is by nature wily and he kept his word. Ain’t it so, Auntie?”

   The old woman shows blackened teeth then proceeds to talk Jun into buying a carved salmon created in the act of leaping as salmon do up a waterfall, its scaled body arched with slit mouth opened widely, tail fin rippling, and gills spread away from body. And the old woman asks an outrageous price and Jun pays it.

   Walking away with Jun’s hefting the 1-meter carved marvel over his right shoulder Kimi says laughingly “After all, the street turned out to be a good hunting ground as Wiley Opossum promised.”

33. Un-Maculate Conception

They get in car and drive into park, with lake dotted by white lotus blossoms and all-color ducks swimming and geese browsing by shore. Jun takes out a boat for hire and rows to island at center. There, with no one in sight, they find a quiet shady place and sit beneath its tree.

   “Ever hear of kami-kaze?” asks Jun tracing the Chinese characters with his finger.

   “Holy wind?” Kimi queries, vaguely recalling the believed-to-be god-sent typhoon that routed Kublai Khan’s invasion of the Islands 700 years before.

   “Kamikaze,” explains Jun, “is airplane flown with explosive to detonate on impact, fueled to get to American ship and crash it. And,” he adds with pride “I am to be squadron leader.”

   She blinks. “Where? When?”

   “It is secret but I tell. Yankee Monkee is expected to invade Saipan soon and, should he capture it, the B-29s will be within round trip of the Emperor’s Palace, an insult impossible to bear. We, Kamikaze, are the Secret Weapon that will fling the Monkee into the sea and Saipan will be the decisive battle and I shall lead my squadron to glory.”

   “Suicide!” Kimi says.

   “We shall be Divine Wind that sweeps sea clean of Yankee Monkee. The Emperor has condescended to proclaim us Young Heroes after we complete the mission.  I shall follow orders.”

   “Which are?” she asks mechanically. Something is building inside.

   “To stay at control unflinchingly and explode an American ship.”

   “Don’t do it!” she hears herself shouting. Jun stares at her amazed.

   “Don’t you know the war is lost whether you succeed or not? They lied about Midway, about Guadalcanal! And now they are lying about Saipan! Why do the generals and admirals keep up this useless killing? Why are they training boys who do not know better, to die for a lost cause not worth making war over in the first place? Please, please, find a deserted island on the way, land there, and wait for war’s end.”
   Jun’s face assumes a mask of shock. “How can you talk so?”

   “Because I care.”

   They stand silent looking at each other like enemies about to fight. Then Nature triumphs over Propaganda and two young bodies grapple seeking connection, clothes come off, Kimi is on her back, and Jun is pounding in while Sol shines down on the moving bodies and the bird in tree, and squirrel & rabbit on ground hear human grunt and Ooh and Ah as partner strives to pleasure partner and climax comes and Kimi, legs wrapped about Jun’s loins and her heels dug deep into his back, feels the completion of her plan.

   Nothing blocks the pathway into her womb which, contracting sympathetically, sucks in Jun’s sperm-filled semen while higher up, responding to the orgasmic stimulus of an ages old program, a bubble bursts out from surface of ovary releasing an ovum for the rapidly coming-on sperms, one of which will make the new seed that after implanting will head for new consciousness.

   With the last jet of semen warming her inside, Kimi lies back content with the job done, its hoped-for result left to Nature’s Lady Luck. She clasps Jun to her. From too much talk to powerful loving to complicated sensation in her lower part she guesses something good is coming.

Several minutes, Jun covers her, gradually his firmness softens and pulls back, followed by semen and vaginal juice that drips out and nourishes Mother Earth.
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