Jin Boys Volume 5: The Mariposa Effect

By Ajatsa Lyng

Charlie and Ghita attend a BL expo in Los Angeles and here they bump into Otto Hiroshima, Rufus Fox and the Japanese Sato-siblings, making things quite complicated. Charlie gets into trouble, but an old friend comes to his aid with surprising consequences. In England Martin and Eric move back to London and decide to present themselves as a proper couple. Eventually the twins realise that they have to make the ultimate sacrifice in order to get what they want, but are they up for it? In the Midlands Ray breaks down and confesses that he still loves Frank and Frank now has to choose between him and Gideon. In the end Gideon gets the surprise of his life! All this and a flashback featuring the three Woods brothers as little chibi-characters in the very last volume of Jin Boys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ajatsa Lyng
• Release date: Jan 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310836282

Ajatsa Lyng

Ajatsa Lyng has a degree in Comparative Literature and she loves manga, anime, sushi, Tokyo, photograhy, swimming, meditation, her violin, theme parks, Rage Against the Machine and Muse. Her ancestors come from Russia, Germany, Norway and Denmark and she is currently living in Northern Europe.

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Jin Boys, Vol. 5

The Mariposa Effect

by

Ajatsa Lyng

*****

Copyright 2014 Ajatsa Lyng

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1. Miniature, English vocabulary test definition: much smaller than reality or that the normal size (how can something be smaller – or bigger – than reality?? Is this a case of smaller than life and half as natural, to rephrase Lewis Carroll??)

2. Wikipedia definition: The word miniature, derived from the Latin minium, red lead, is a picture in an ancient or medieval illuminated manuscript; the simple decoration of the early codices having been miniated or delineated with that pigment. The generally small scale of the medieval pictures has led secondly to an etymological confusion of the term with minuteness and to its application to small paintings especially portrait miniatures.

3. In war games, role-playing games and dioramas, miniatures are the figures that are used to augment the visual aspects of the game. They are commonly manufactured from metal, plastic or paper and require painting. These miniatures thus resemble fictitious characters in novels, they too are used to augment the aspects of a game, the game of life, and they require painting, namely the verbal painting that makes them come to life. Those kinds of miniatures are manufactured from words and imagination only.

Table of Contents:

Jin Samaritan

Jin Narcissist

Jin Erotica

Jin Narcissist

Jin Samaritan/Jin Narcissist

Atogaki

Jin Samaritan

Act 20

You see the booth of Kano Miyamoto?

Screw Kano Miyamoto! I wanna go see Yamila Abraham! Her 'Winter Demon' is so hot!

Gawd, where’s the prose novel section?

Have you read that Juxapose Fantasy 'Book of Pirates'?

I still say 'Junjo Romantica' is the best!

Ever read 'Il Gato Sul G.'?

The voices of the fujoshi were deafening and Charlie didn’t know which of them looked more terrified, Ghita or Charlie himself.

Ghita and Charlie were making their way to HOB’s booth at the BL expo in Los Angeles. Everybody was there, publishers, artists and fans. They’d set up the booth the night before, but they hadn’t expected the crowd to be that numerous from opening time on day one.

Shite! Ghita hissed. We should have been here two hours ago. Now we’ve lost clients already!

They are not clients, Charlie muttered. They are readers and besides, it was you who couldn’t get ready in time!

Well, I had to look good, didn’t I? Ghita snapped back. It’s such an important event, this, isn’t it!

Charlie scowled. Ghita always looked good. She was a natural beauty; small, slender, perfectly curved with big brown eyes, long thick black hair and a natural tanned complexion. In fact she was gorgeous. It was just a shame that she hid all that beauty beneath layers of torn clothes, tattoos, studs and an awful pink dye-job on her hair. KUSHU! And drowned herself in perfume. Charlie was allergic to her perfume.

Charlie and Ghita were to present Charlie’s books at the HOB booth. So far he’d written two BL prose novels, one called 'When The Moon Hits Your Eye' and one called 'Ginger Head Man'. The latter was based on Rufus. He would be here the day after tomorrow. Frank as well. Frank was Charlie’s older brother and Charlie looked forward to seeing him, but Rufus… Charlie felt droplets of sweat starting to emerge on his forehead from the thought. He was a bit worried about seeing Rufus again.

Charlie knew that he had messed things up when he went and lived with Ghita. He’d been so stupid. How could he have been so stupid! He’d left the sweetest man on earth for a sullen, self-sufficient goth queen. Gahh!

In the beginning it had been okay, Charlie had been so much in love, but now… Now things were bad between him and Ghita. They always quarrelled. They always fought. He didn’t even enjoy fucking her anymore. So what would happen when he saw Rufus again? His industrious mind gave him a few options:

1. It would be highly embarrassing, as Charlie had left him for Ghita?

2. Rufus would be cold to him because he had left?

3. He’d want to go back and become Rufus’ lover again?

LOVER. Bingo. It had been good times back then. Rufus T. Fox (the world’s greatest manga-ka and king of BL manga) had taught him everything he knew both in and out of bed. He’d taken Charlie’s gay virginity, he’d been his lover and employer for two years, and it was Rufus who had suggested to him that he should write BL prose, but BL prose with a twist. The twist was to incorporate elements from BL manga into the prose. Charlie had done so with great success, both of his novels selling beyond expectation. God, how he missed Rufus!

Charlie took his place in the booth and looked at the book covers with dispassionate eyes. One was showing a young guy in the arms of an Italian stud, the other an even younger guy in the embrace of a fuzzy-haired, ginger bidanshi. Charlie sighed. HU! It looked a bit sordid. The worst was, however, the name on the covers. G. N. Charles it said. That was his pen name when he wrote BL. Charlie wrote poetry as well, but that was under his real name, Charles Sweetecok. He earned most of his money from doing BL, though, and at least it beat cleaning at a hospital, which he’d done before becoming a writer.

KUSHU! Ghita had sneaked up on Charlie. Her perfume always made him sneeze. She took her place next to him, looking out on the many BL-lovers.

Wow, this is weird, isn’t it? she said.

What is?

Them girls, she nodded towards the crowd. I always thought that yaoi-fans were either very young girls, too young to have sex themselves, or ugly old spinsters, who didn’t have a chance in hell to get laid.

Charlie shook his head, Oh, Ghita. You’re just so prejudiced! Most fujoshi are actually quite sexy.

He thought of his old mate Netty, a beautiful black girl with whom he’d worked, cleaning at the hospital, before he became a writer. Netty loved yaoi and today she was engaged to a young, handsome surgeon, whom she’d met while cleaning.

They get laid often enough, believe me, he said. Some are single, some are married, they’re just ordinary women.

But why do they get hot from seeing guys fuck? Ghita asked.

Why do guys get hot from seeing lesbian porn? Charlie asked back.

Do you get hot from that?

No, but that’s because…

Charlie stopped. He’d been about to say, But that’s because I’m gay.

GAY. GASHIN! The word hit him in the stomach like a hard blow. But he wasn’t gay, was he? He couldn’t be. He lived with Ghita. They’d been partners for almost two years now, so he couldn’t be gay.

Luckily Ghita didn’t seem to notice Charlie heaving for air from the thump in the stomach. Instead she said, No, of course you don’t get hot! You can’t get hot, can you? You’re just so bloody decent!

Decent? Charlie had never thought of himself as being decent. Was he decent? Could he be decent when:

1. He earned his living from writing BL.

2. He got hot from it.

3. He missed shagging guys.

Charlie turned pink. He couldn’t be decent. But Ghita just went on, I don’t get hot from seeing guys shag, either, but that’s because it’s gross.

Yeah, sure, Charlie’s mind went. It knew very well that Ghita used to be a lesbian. She’d been totally into girls before she fell in love with, not Charlie but Martin Woods, the oldest of the Woods twins, who owned HOB. They used to be Charlie’s next door neighbours back home in Wolverhampton and his and Ghita’s fellow students at the Department of English Literature down in London as well. But Martin didn’t want her so she took to Charlie instead, knowing him to be Martin’s childhood friend. It was totally insane.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders, Tenderness between men turn on most women.

Tenderness! Ghita spluttered. It’s yaoi we’re talking about, Charlie, it’s porn!

No. It’s sex. Love and sex. That’s not necessarily porn.

You used to say it’s smut!

Sure.

Charlie remembered Rufus calling it masturbation fantasies for women, which it was. It was stories about guys falling in love with each other, touching each other and shagging each other, the plot line so thin that there was no climax, no point, no meaning. "Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi" as it was called in Japanese and from which the acronym yaoi had stemmed. Others called it BL. Boys Love.

BOYS LOVE

It’s a bit smutty, but not necessarily pornographic, Charlie said, And if you don’t like it, why are you in on it with me?

Ghita shrugged her shoulders, It makes a living, doesn’t it?

Yes, it did. An easy living for her, too. It was Charlie who wrote the stuff, but Ghita got fifty percent of the earnings because she’d helped him out with that pen name G. N. Charles (G. N. being her initials as her full name was Ghita Nardin). He’d been so much in love when he agreed to that. So stupid.

You love me, don’t you, Charlie? Yes, Ghita! And I helped with that name, didn’t I, Charlie? Yes, Ghita! And I’m gonna help you write when I get the time. Yes, Ghita! So I’m entitled to half the money, ain’t I, Charlie? Yes, Ghita!

Of course she never got the time to help out. Couldn’t write, anyway, even if her life depended on it, although she was the one with a Ph.D. in English Literature, whereas Charlie only had a Masters Degree. He’d opted out of the Ph.D. in order to spend more time with her. God, he’d been such a kid!

The fan-girls quickly surrounded HOB’s booth as soon as Charlie and Ghita got settled. Some of them were genuinely interested in the books, others were interested in Charlie, approaching him quite uninhibited.

Are you G. N. Charles?

I am.

You’re cute!

The girls would giggle and Charlie turned pink. KAA! Ghita snorted in her corner.

Who’s she? some girl asked.

She’s...

I’m his agent!

Oh, agent it was now! Charlie felt his hair spike with anger. The girls didn’t notice, Sign this for me, will you? To Annette.

Charlie signed a copy of 'Ginger Head Man'.

Are you the only writer at Hard On Books? the inquisitive Annette asked.

No. But I’m the only one writing BL.

Why is it called that?

Called what?

Hard On Books?

Why do you think? Charlie flirted. Usually he never flirted, but he was still mad with Ghita about that agent thing. Annette giggled along with her friends. One of them, a plump girl, said, Is it true that Hard On Books is run by identical twins?

Yes.

Are they cute?

Yes, Charlie and Ghita answered in sync, then eyeing each other with discomfort, Charlie’s hair standing on end and Ghita turning scarlet.

Cuter than you?

Now Charlie blushed as well, but he heard himself say, "Yes. Or at least my agent seems to think so."

The sound of Ghita hissing reached his ears, but the fan girls just tittered again and Annette said, Can I have my photo taken with you?

Sure.

Charlie got up and put an arm around Annette, Annette snuggling up to him. The plump one snapped the pic.

Thanks, Annette said and quickly planted a kiss on Charlie’s cheek before leaving with her giggling friends.

GYAAH! Charlie shivered from the kiss and Ghita looked as if thunderclouds were building up behind her.

Charlie spent the day selling books, signing books and pissing off Ghita. It had been a bad idea to bring her along, but he hadn’t had any choice. Anything concerning the twins she made her business.

The twins’ publishing company had been up and running for two years now and it was based in Birmingham. Mostly the twins published general fiction and books on art and homosexuality, but they’d gone out of their way to