Japanese Characters Novels & Stories

The paintings soon returned to their original state. Seeing that there was nothing more to the paintings, Ishida turned to the back of the old scroll, where a handful of letters and symbols that appeared to be Ajenian characters were grouped in vertical rows. “What is this?” Jameck, who was standing behind Ishida, asked. “I have no idea,” Ishida replied frankly. “Can you read them?” The boy shook his head. “I only know how to read simplified characters. These are the full, traditional ones,” he answered sadly.

He went to the east wing. Don was in the chair with the Japanese vocabulary book — a small book, the specific book he had found for the specific vocabulary he needed, a book about traditional Japanese garden terms with the English meanings and the pronunciation guide and the kanji characters that Don had told him he was learning to recognize but not to write. The book was thin, perhaps sixty pages, but Don had been working with it for two months and was only halfway through. The vocabulary required the kind of learning that could not be rushed. The vocabulary required the words to enter the body, not just the mind.

(You taste so good. "Kenji, stop, I need you inside me." We're barely undressed but he does what I ask, pushing himself inside me, keeping up his Japanese until I'm sure I can understand him. "Kimochi ii." (It feels so good.) He pants and I'm so close when he pushes deeply inside me and cries out. "Iku." (I'm coming.) I briefly think of Dane, his finishing and running off when his sister knocks on the door and disappointment flows through me, but it's banished when Kenji stays inside me, his hand reaching down to touch me.