Disclaimer: I own Kamichama Karin. I shall be suing Koge-Donbo for running around with my idea XD

Warnings: Character contemplation. Self-interpretation of THE Kazune. If that isn't a big enough warning for you, I don't know what is. Semi-spoiler-ish if you haven't read up to volume 6.

I lack plots. (sobs) Where did all my amazingly-cliched/already-used-by-other-authors-ideas go?.!

Kazune Kujyou contemplates the idea of being lonely. And his first meeting with one Karin Hanazono. Can also be seen as semi KazunexKarin. We all know it's there. They can't deny it any longer :)

Reviewer replies (would be done individually, but my brain isn't working):

raspberrysorbet, Tears like Crystals and Ember Mirage: Thank you all for such kind and wonderful comments :) Hopefully my future drabble-type one-shots are to your liking :D

Kazune 01

In many ways he didn't know what it truly meant to be lonely.

He had his sister and Himeka. They had been there, alongside the butler, ever since his parents had decided to leave them behind. He could never forgive them for that one act – not even bothering to write during the years that followed – but he had always been in the company of supportive and loving people.

And yet somehow, by some odd, unexplainable means, he had grown up to be a 'chauvinistic brat', to coin Karin's term upon their first few meetings. The girl had probably never completely forgiven him for that, and he still stung with embarrassment at the idea of being knocked-out by a girl – extremely emotional at that – of all people.

Their first meeting still remained vivid in the blonde's mind.

They had been searching for another of his father's rings, well aware that Karasuma would probably be close by in hopes of gaining the advantage. There was no way Kazune was going to allow such a chance to slip right past him, and he had taken Himeka along due to the circumstances they were in.

Himeka had suggested they move separately; Kazune in one area while she herself did her rounds where more people were present. Not only could they cover more ground in this manner, but it was less likely that Karasuma would be able to pick out his target easily with so many people bustling around.

He had agreed with the idea: solely because he wanted to return as soon as possible, seeing as they had taken off during school and all. They had checked into a hotel before leaving to begin their search.

What Kazune had never suspected was to run into her.

A huddled form mourning by a small, isolated grave. She spoke to herself or to the grave, he didn't know which, but knew that – with the sun setting – it was better to warn her than to leave her to cry by a rock.

Sadly, the goodness of his intentions were bypassed by his generally obnoxious superiority-complex (another term used by Karin when she thought he wasn't listening) and had resulted in the girl punching him hard in the face and screaming at him.

Not that he made any attempt to fix up the misunderstanding, leaving her with a biting comment that he would later regret when the next day came by and she managed to land another punch before he could work out what had just happened.

She continuously mentioned the idea of being alone, and hating it, and her only support (the dead cat, as it was) now gone from the world. She placed her faith in God, but, again, his stupidity never ceased to amaze him as he managed to raise her anger once more in less than ten minutes.

While he managed to avoid being punched the third time in two days (it had never happened to him before, it was kind of surprising really. And a hit on his male ego) he also discovered the ring, in which Karin refused to hand over and one thing led to another, leaving him with a form of guilt he didn't think was possible for him to experience.

Her feelings and views he didn't understand. She hated the words about being alone and not having people around to support her, and he just couldn't understand it.

He had never been alone, never, and Karin always felt like she was.

And yet he hated it when, after another invigorating fight between the two over something completely and utterly stupid, Karin chose to ignore him for days on end. He could be so insensitive, she ranted, a jerk that couldn't be empathetic even if he tried.

The blonde countered on the idea that she was overemotional, couldn't concentrate if the matter failed to catch her interest, and weak.

She ignored him for that.

He hated it.

If that was the pain he acquired through quarrels between friends, he had no idea what it could and would be like if he was alone. He appreciated them with his whole being; especially Karin, who sparked these odd revelations he couldn't completely comprehend in the present.

Not that he would ever admit it out loud, though.