"It feels so nice to be back in Japan." Yuri said as she threw her suitcases on the floor of her dorm room.
"I know what you mean." Daisuke said as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "After fighting for your life, nothing really has as much drama to keep life interesting than High School itself." Yuri smiled at Daisuke's joke as he as she jumped on her bed. She had relaxed and sighed with content.
Daisuke watched her as she relaxed. The last day, they did a lot of hanging out, again. Eventually, thought the day, a kiss had turned a make out, and a make out turned into several. Even though all of this had happened, Daisuke had to question whether they were actually going out or not. They acted like it, only when nobody was looking. Daisuke thought about officially asking her out, but when ever he thought the time was right, he could feel his heart beat hard from his chest, and his face grew warm, and decided against it.
With a couple knocks at the door, all the girls came in. Daisuke thought it was funny that they did this. Even though knocking was a way of asking to come in, they just knocked in and walked in whether they were wanted inside the room or not. When the girls saw each other, they all hugged, ignoring Daisuke at the time.
"How was your trip?" Raine asked Yuri.
"Pretty god."
"How's Komiko doing?" Deíji asked.
"Great. I stayed in her little place out over by Osaka."
"The place with the lakes and the trees?" Momo asked. "Wish that I had the chance to go."
"It was fun while it lasted."
"So, you all ready and set up?" Kori asked.
"Yeah. I really don't want to see him again, though."
"What are you guys talking about?" Daisuke asked.
"Don't you know?" Kori asked.
"Know what?" Daisuke asked as if it was obvious he didn't have a clue in what they were talking about.
"It's Family Day tomorrow."
"Family Day?" Daisuke asked.
"It's a day where your family come and see how you are, and get to visit you and such. They get to see your dorm, meet your friends, talk to your teachers, you know, the usual stuff."
"They check your room?" Daisuke asked with a trace of frustration-like fear. Like when you get a bad report card you know exactly what your parents hold in their hands. Daisuke had known how his father would act. His father was always big on decorating a room. And the way it looked, Daisuke's dad would never think of him straight. Since it was a girl school, it was decorated a little girlier than Daisuke would have liked, and since you could decorate your room, Daisuke's father would assume he was still gay.
"Great. My rooms not decorated the way my father would like it at all."
The girls looked at each other with a sorrowful look. They looked at Daisuke with the, "sucks-to-be-you" look with the clutched teeth, and the biting of the lower lip.
"What?" Daisuke asked.
"You do know that this is a parent evaluation?" Yuri asked.
"What!"
"Yeah. You parents grade you on rooms by their prospective. If your parents don't like it, than you're screwed." Raine said.
"How much of your grade?"
"30" Deíji said.
"30 of what?"
"Every single one of your class' year grade."
"WHAT?"
"Man, that sucks." Momo said with a teasing smile.
"And when is this starting?" Daisuke asked.
"You have exactly twelve hours before they step foot into your rooms." Raine said looking at her cell phone.
Daisuke paced around the room a little. His father wouldn't be happy about the way his room looked at all. Daisuke had to be the most western sport fanatic back at his old house. His room's walls were painted with football, and baseball players. Daisuke didn't know why his father enjoyed western sports so much, but he did.
"What am I going to do?" Daisuke said fearfully.
"Well, we could help." Yuri offered.
"Sure." Kori reassured. "We're all finished with our cleaning. I mean, the least we can do is help you in some way."
"You guys would do that?"
"Sure. I mean, you are one of us, aren't ya?" Kori asked with a wink.
"Well, what should we do?" Daisuke asked.
"Well, what does your dad like?"
"Western sports, astronomy, me being straight as an arrow."
"Well, this calls for a couple of things." Kori said pacing the room as well with thoughts running through her head.
"What's that?" Momo asked.
"Sport posters, astronomy books, and some porno magazines."
"We can't smuggle porn in here!" Yuri said. "That's gross."
"But believable." Kori said with a definite look, saying that she wasn't going to let some puny thing like this back her down. Then she looked at Daisuke and smiled her usual sly grin. "Quite frankly, I don't care what you do with the magazines after all this. I wouldn't mind borrowing a couple of those."
"Kori, this isn't the time to joke around like this. Besides, that's sick." Yuri said.
Kori shrugged and looked at Daisuke.
"Okay, so here's the deal. We'll all go to town, and we'll buy something that we see that Daisuke may need. In exactly three hours from now… what time is it, Raine?"
Raine checked her cell phone and looked at Kori.
"3:23."
"Okay, at 6:23, we'll come back and decorate this room like crazy. I don't care if it takes us until morning. We're going to be able to clean up this room, you guys understand?"
"Yes ma'am." Everyone said in unison, pretending to be in the military with the salutes followed by entertained smiles. And with that, they found some way to get into town.
"Let's see…" Yuri said looking at some posters at the book store. "Lacrosse, Baseball, basketball, football… what else do you see that he'll like?"
Daisuke squatted at the low poster rack and looked at it himself. He got a decent look at the choices and picked out the ones that would remind him most of his dad.
"So, what's your dad like, exactly?" Yuri asked.
"Not understanding, interruptive, arrogant, you know, the usual."
"Sounds like you don't like him too much."
"He's alright at times. But, he's just… I don't know. We use to be great together. We listened to each other. And then my mom died, and ever since, he's been in this funk. I don't know what his problem is."
"Maybe if you tried being a little nicer…"
"What will that do?"
"Maybe he'll want to open up more."
"Why can't he just let me live the way I want to?"
"Don't we all wish we can do that?"
"Oh, jeez…" Daisuke said as he closed his eyes and put on a pained look, as if he had forgotten something important.
"What's wrong?" Yuri asked with concern.
"Okay, it's your turn to act this time."
"I don't get it. What do you mean?"
"I acted for Komiko at the plane station. It's your turn to act. My father wants me to have a girlfriend. He didn't say it exactly, but knowing him…"
"So? You'll have a girlfriend. If you want, me and the girls can arrange a little show."
"Show?"
"Put on an act that says we are all so madly with you."
Daisuke smiled at her pretend seductive grin. He looked out the window and thought about her plan. If that didn't go well, he could still tell his father that he was going out with Yuri. That would make his father one of the happiest men alive. What father didn't want his son to be straight?
"Thanks." He said.
"For what?"
"Being there for me."
"When?"
"Now, back at DHA, since we've been friends. You've made this stay really easy and really enjoyable."
Yuri smiled. She didn't know that she had such an impact on Daisuke's stay at Sakura's. She thought that she was maybe just a side character that he had a small crush on, if he even had one, that was.
"Hey," she said a smile. "No problem."
"Rock, paper, scissors is the only way we can decide who's doing this." Kori said with a determined look.
"Kori's right. One of us is going to have to go in there, and get it."
"Why do we have to do this at all?" Deíji said with a worried look on her face.
"Do you want Daisuke to stay in this school forever because we wouldn't do this one little thing for him?" Raine asked.
"Well, no, but–"
"If you ask me, I think Deíji's feeling just the opposite." Kori said with a grin.
"Wh…wh-what do you mean?" Deíji stammered.
"I think you like him a little more than you let on…" Kori grinned even wider.
"Th-th-that's not true!" she said, starting to blush.
"Prove it."
"How?"
"Get it."
The group of four had stood outside the pornography section of the bookstore. Unlike America, this was perfectly legal for their age. But it was just as embarrassing as representing what type of underwear that you wore to the open public. Deíji had looked at the group with a gulp.
"I'd rather do rock-paper-scissors."
"Fine." Kori's grin hadn't vanished or been diminished at all. It was as wide and intimidating as ever. Deíji had hated this grin. It usually was plastered on her face when she was about to win something. Whether it was physical, or something like an argument. She had enjoyed winning at anything.
The group gathered in a circle and held out their fist. In unison, they had shaken their fist two times, and represented their choice of weapon on the third. Deíji couldn't believe what she had seen. She had been the only one to have chosen rock, while everybody else had chosen paper.
"Paper covers rock." Kori said with an even darker grin. "Go ahead and get the prize."
Deíji sighed as she saw her friends leave. She knew that they would wait in the front for her. She found this comforting and disturbing. She didn't want her friends to see her pick out the magazine and laugh, but she didn't want to be completely alone, either. She had walked down the isles, looking behind black sheets that had hidden the things to children's eyes.
"Can I help you?" a staff member asked.
"No, just looking." Deíji said. She couldn't even find herself to look at the person.
"Alright." He said. "If you need help, I'll just be over here at the videos."
The staff member walked away, and Deíji had felt her heart racing at the speed of sound. It thumped and she realized her breathing grew heavy due to shock. But she continued down her path of frightening things.
When she stopped and actually looked at them, she wasn't sure if she was disgusted, or jealous. Sure, all the girls at school had made fun and said they hadn't wanted to be anywhere near a porn-star. But some of the playgirls girls had been known better than the Vice President of Japan. Men had found them attractive. Deíji wasn't sure if she found herself pretty. She knew she wasn't hideous, but she didn't think that she had figure or face to "wow" anybody. She had her moments when she felt like she wanted to show her body off to a guy, let him touch her and let her know that she was special, and the only girl that he would ever want. But that dream would always come crashing down with the firm slap of reality.
Deíji had simply picked out some of the more "child friendly" stuff and checked out. She couldn't bring herself to look at the checker again. He probably thought that she was a lesbian, now that she thought about it. She was getting a guy's magazine. As soon as she got what she needed, she headed outside, where she looked at her friends. She tossed the bag into Raine's hands.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
Kori looked at the magazine for moment before nodding.
"Now, all we have to do is decorate and we'll be set and ready for Daisuke's dad for tomorrow."
"I can't believe he's going to be here soon." Daisuke said as he paced around the room. The girl's eyes had followed him to every part of the room that he had encountered. He waltzed around more than a kid with ADHD after giving them a five pound bag of chocolate.
"Will you relax?" Yuri asked. "It's only your father."
"Do you realize what this meeting concludes?" he demanded. "It determines whether I can go home or not."
"So…you do want to go home?" Momo asked.
Daisuke realized what he had sounded like. It sounded like he didn't like them and really wanted to leave them. That wasn't the truth at all. He had hated the fact that he would be leaving them if he left the school. But he was becoming a little homesick. He really missed his buddies at home, and he didn't like having to act gay around everybody outside of the group.
"No. It's not like that. It's just–"
"We understand." Raine said, indicating that he didn't have to worry. She didn't smile. She never had. But something in her tone of voice had said that she had he should just stop trying to be fixing something that didn't need fixing.
"Still, he's going to be here in ten minutes. I can't believe this is going to happen. My dad is going to come here and see you guys, and see this school, and everything. I didn't ever think that he would come here at all."
"It's okay, Daisuke." Deíji reassured. "Everything's going to turn out all right." She said with a bright smile.
"Maybe your right." Daisuke said as he threw himself on his couch in a relaxing position. "All I need to do is relax."
"So, how are you going to make sure your dad knows you're straight."
"Well, where'd you guys put the magazines?"
"We can't tell you that." Momo said. "That'll ruin everything."
"Well, hopeful he'll find them."
"And then we need something else. Something big. Something he won't expect." Kori said as she rested her hand on her chin in thought. She slowly walked back and forth in the room, looking at the floor. Until a grin broke out in her face again. "I'm a genius." She said.
"What did you think of this time?" Yuri asked, sounding sarcastic, indicating that Kori was thinking too highly of herself.
"We need your dad to walk in on you."
"Doing what?" Daisuke asked, sitting up a little more, wondering what was going on in her mind.
"It doesn't matter. As long as it's with another girl, and it's somewhat sexual."
"Describe 'sexual'." Daisuke said with a raised brow.
"Anything below sex. I don't care what it is, just get somebody to do it with you and let's get this over with."
"Well… any volunteers?" Daisuke asked.
The girls had looked at Daisuke, and then looked at each other. When nobody said anything, they grouped up in a circle and showed their fist, indulging in a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors.
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?" He shouted.
"Obviously, you have no takers." Yuri said.
"So, loser has to make out with the baka, right?" Momo asked.
"That's the plan." Kori said.
They played a couple times, either everyone getting the same thing, or everyone getting at least one of everything, making everyone lose and win at the same time. Until the fifth game. Everyone had picked scissor, except Raine, who had chosen paper.
"Ooh la, la, Raine. You get to make out with the baka."
"What?" she yelled. Her face had started to turn red. "I can't make out with him!"
"What's that suppose to mean?" Daisuke asked.
"He's Daisuke!" she continued her ranting.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Daisuke asked again.
"Raine, quit being a poor loser. You lost fair and square, alright. Now, we'll leave you two alone, and you guys keep busy until Daisuke's father gets in."
Raine's face was disturbed, scared, frustrated, shy, flushed and blushed all that the same time. Kori noticed her face.
"Oh, c'mon. It's not like it's the first time that you've made out with a guy, is it?"
"NO!" she shouted.
"Well, than you shouldn't be worried."
Raine watched as all her friends had left the room. To tell the truth, Daisuke would be the only guy she had ever touched in a sexual way. But she couldn't admit that to her friend, could she. Perhaps if she had, she could get out of making out with Daisuke. But before she could get a chance to speak, the door closed, leaving the two completely alone.
Daisuke had stood here, looking out the window. Raine would have to picture Daisuke being the hottest guy in the world to make out with him. Although, it wouldn't be too hard. He was cute, but she didn't think about making out with him, ever. He was, well… Daisuke. She had pictured him with anybody else but her.
"So…" Daisuke said. "You as nervous as I am?"
"You're nervous?" Raine asked as she looked up. It was the first time that she looked at him since they had left the room. When she saw him, it was as if he had shape shifted into something different. He had now become a somewhat desirable figure. Perhaps it was the lighting, or maybe it was the previous emotions that she had felt a couple of minutes ago. Either way, she didn't mind as much.
"Yeah," Daisuke answered. "I'm not going to act like I've done this too many times in my life."
"So, you suck at this?"
"Hey!" he said defensively. "I wouldn't go that far."
"Sorry." She said.
There was the vile awkward silence between the two. But Daisuke had moved forward towards her. His arms had slid around her, and his face slowly move towards hers. She had clue what she would be doing, but rather did what she saw in movies. She had closed her eyes, and went in a little as well, until their lips met. When they did, something felt different. She couldn't explain it at all, but her whole vision on everything had changed dramatically. She didn't know how they changed, it just had. Their lips overlapped each other several times, before she had felt his tongue.
Usually, Raine had been the most forceful, toughest girl in the entire school, but at the moment, she could hardly keep her legs straight enough for her to stand. She leaned back against the wall, where she could feel Daisuke's body pressed up against hers. She had been able to relax physically, but sexually, she was just getting started. Her hands rubbed around his chest, and his kissing became more fierce. She was pressed against the wall harder, which strangely felt good, until he had hugged her butt, and carried her to the bed. There, he laid on top of her and they continued. She had restrained herself from taking off anything from her body, or his.
That's when Daisuke had heard the door open. As he was on all fours above her, both of them panting, frozen as they had seen Daisuke's father at the door with a shocked expression on his face. Raine and Daisuke stumbled out of the bed awkwardly, and Raine left, pretending to feel embarrassed. Daisuke smoothed out his shirt, and looked at his father, who had looked down the hall where Raine had went and looked back at Daisuke.
"She doesn't look Japanese."
"She isn't. She Australian."
"My boy's going international? That's my son." His dad said with a sly chuckle along with a pat on the back. "So, Daisuke, how've you been in this feminine hellhole."
"It's not too bad." He said honestly, but than he figured that he had to put on the show for his dad. "The girls here have nice asses."
"Is that a fact from sight or from touch."
"Both."
"That's my son."
There was the silence between them as they tried to think of something to talk about. Daisuke gulped as his father looked around his room.
"I got your report card." His father said.
"Really? How was it."
Daisuke wasn't aware that report cards had even been sent out. But he didn't worry too much. Even in English, his friends had been helping him. There was no way he couldn't have aced the class.
"Well, you have a B in English. Other than that, you're doing perfect. But even with that B, I'm surprised you have that high of a grade in a class 3 that you hadn't taken the first two years in."
"Well, no thanks to you." Daisuke said with a fake kidding grin. On the inside, Daisuke had meant everything that he had said.
"Say something in English."
"You have no idea how much I hate you right now, do you?"
"What did you say?"
"I love you, and you're the greatest guy in the world." He lied. His father wasn't the brightest at things like this. His father had never even looked or paid attention to anything English that hadn't had anything to do with sports.
"Wow. Not bad."
"I've had practice. The girls here help me a lot."
"They're a lot of help, are they? Have you got them all begging for more in the bedroom?"
"Sorry, old man. I haven't gotten as far as you."
"Well, you'll get there sometime soon."
Daisuke didn't know how to react to this sentence. Sure, inside, Daisuke wouldn't have minded having sex. But then again, guys only had one virginity. Would he want to waste it on a girl he wasn't even going to talk to years later? He didn't know what he had wanted. If he had to chose the girl at that very moment, he would have chosen Yuri, hands down. He really liked her, and he needed to get n the subject of asking her out and making it official.
"So, when's lunch?" his father asked.
"In a couple hours. What do you want to do until then?"
"How about we toss the old pig skin?"
No matter how much Daisuke hated sports, it was the only time he had ever gotten to see his father. There was no way that Daisuke was going to say no to the only time his father would come out and visit him. The two had went outside and Daisuke's father took out the football out of a bag he had wrapped around his back. They went into the forest and threw it around for a couple of minutes. After a couple minutes into their session, Daisuke couldn't have remembered a time when he had his father could just go outside and play like they had been at the moment.
Afterward, they sat down in the partial wet ground, panting and full of sweat. They had seen clouds, and they pointed out shapes, just like when he was a kid. Daisuke didn't know why, but he had felt a wide combination of good feelings about the future. He wasn't sure what, but something good was going to happen soon. Very soon.
Daisuke's father had left around two in the afternoon, so Daisuke had met the parents of the other girls. They had known his "story" of him being gay, and some parents felt okay with it, others found it great, and two had found it very disturbing. Either way, Daisuke couldn't have handled a more dramatic experience.
He had first met Momo foster parents. Since she was an orphan (remember?) she had been with this family for about three years. They had been almost everything that Momo was. Somewhat hyper, a good sense of humour, and always trying to get into your personal bubble. Daisuke had found them entertaining, and the youngest girl had found Daisuke's gayness a wonder. She had asked him question after question about it. And like Momo, when she asked the embarrassing questions, she didn't think twice about asking them.
Raine's family had only consisted of her mother, who Raine barely looked at the entire time, and her Gay brother, Hideo. The entire time that Daisuke had been with Raine's family, her mother would try to talk to her, but Raine would give this glare and turn away, not answering a question, or returning a comment back.
"She's still mad at her?" Hideo asked himself as he sat next to Daisuke.
"The last I heard, she was still a little pissed."
"So, you're Daisuke?" Hideo asked, finally facing him.
"Yeah. And you're Hideo, right?"
"My sister say anything about me?"
"Only about how much she misses you, and how cool you are."
"Well, the house is a lot quieter without her in the place. I've always taken a disliking towards silence." Hideo smiled and looked Daisuke in the eyes in a way Daisuke found as odd. Daisuke didn't know what it was, until he thought about it. It was the same look guys had given girls with big breasts. The whole, "I-macho-and-you're-hot-let's-go-have-sex" look. The one that had made girls look away in disgust and walk on by faster than they had originally. After that, Daisuke had kept some distance on Hideo.
Deíji's family had been all over the place, with the parents running around, trying to collect their children, but those who were collected had ran away and started the game all over again. As the chaotic scene was made, Deíji stood still with her and behind her lower back, smiling nervously. "Heh, heh. Well, this is my family."
After they had settled and regained all control over the children, they were showed around by Daisuke, and Deíji gave the commentaries. After they sat down to actually talked, Deíji's parents had smiled at each other.
"You know," her dad started. "You're mom and I met in our freshmen year, Deíji."
"DAD!" she squealed.
"Sure, you may be a year later than us," her mom continued the message. "But that just means a year of less arguing."
"MOM!"
"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Fujibyoshi?" Daisuke tried getting their attention. "I'm homosexual." He knew that Deíji was being uncomfortable with this talk about the two, so he drew his only way out.
"Well, that's even better!" her mother squealed. "You two can go shopping and Daisuke here can understand you better than any guy ever can."
"Mom…" she didn't even try to explain what Daisuke had tried meaning when he said that he was gay.
Kori's family had been the only family who had glared at him the same way Yuri did when he had first came to this school. Every time he had started to speak, something in their looks constricted his throat, causing his sentence to stop in the middle of what he was saying. He had known why they were staring at him. They stared at their daughter the same way, and Daisuke could imagine the reason she was sent to this school. Her parents had obviously hated anything that had tied in with homosexuality. And since Daisuke had been "gay"…
Kori had been trying hard to talk to her parents. She had tried to impress them with everything and anything she could think of. But they were not impressed. They hadn't even spoken to her.
"I have A's in all by classes except in English, but I have a very high B." Kori said, feigning happiness and cheer as she showed her parents a progress report.
"Push it to an A and we'll have something to talk about." Her father said strictly. Kori had stopped walking as her parents went on without her. Daisuke looked back, and he could see the hurt in her eyes. Now that Daisuke had thought about it, he had never really spoken to Kori the day he got to know everyone. He had only gotten his first kiss stolen from her, and that was it. Nothing about her past, about her life, about anything.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." She said solemnly.
"Why are your parents so hard on you?"
"They have to be, if I'm going to be the heir to own Sony."
"Sony?" Daisuke asked. "As in the electronic devices? Such as Playstation, Sony?"
"Yeah. My dad's the president. With him making and going through with everything, he's expecting me to do the same thing as him when I get older. He wants me to become president of Sony."
"That's quite an honor."
"Screw honor." She said as she rested her shoulder on a wall. "I don't want to be stuck in an office all my life and die away as I watch people make minimum wage. That's not what I'm living for. I want to travel the world, see everything that world has to offer. I want to go to Rome, Greece, Italy, Germany, Liverpool, London, New York, San Francisco, Las Angeles, Barcelona, everything! I don't want to just be stuck here, in a building in Tokyo."
"Maybe you don't have to." Daisuke said as he leaned up the wall next to her.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever tried talking to you parents?"
"Have you ever tried to talk to your dad?"
"I'll try if you do." He said with a grin.
"Are you serious?" she asked. "You know that you'll get shot down by your old man."
"Yeah, I know. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try. If you get shot down, you just build yourself up and take off and hope for better the next time."
"If only life was really that simple."
"It is if you make it that way." He said as he started to walk down the hall. "That's life: exactly what you make it."
"Where're you going?"
"I'm going to look for Yuri, I haven't talk to her yet."
Kori watched him as he walked down the hall and she smiled. She knew that somehow, he knew exactly what to say to her. Maybe not exactly just her. Maybe to everyone he talked to that one day. He was a weird one, she thought. But everyone still loved him.
"You try to insult me like that?" Daisuke heard a slurred yelling coming from around the corner. Then he heard a smack followed by a small cry of pain. The noise caused Daisuke to momentarily stop what he was doing. And then he turned the corner, and saw Yuri with her hair around her face, but there was no missing the red hand print on her face. Daisuke saw a man with an unfocused, angry face, and he held a bottle of beer in his hands.
"Learn to respect your father." And another slap was made. This time, Yuri hadn't made a noise, only had her head moved. This wasn't the only time she had been hit that night, and it didn't look healthy. Her eyes started to unfocuse themselves. She was going under mild concussions.
"Look at me." Her father ordered. Yuri tried to focus her eyes, and stay awake, not even hearing the order her father had made. "LOOK AT ME!"
There was a smashing noise made throughout the hallway. Pieces of glass had been shot out everywhere, but no beer had spilt due to the fact that the oversized man had drunken every last drop in his beer. Daisuke had been quick enough to pull the bottle out of the man's hands and hit him over the head with it. Yuri's father had been bleeding a little, but he still was okay in his drunken self.
"What the hell was that about." The man asked, slurring his words even more.
Daisuke couldn't help what he had done. He kicked the man in the face, making him fly into the wall, but not enough to kill him. There, the man past out. Daisuke's rage had started to be douse, but one last thing had to be made. One last message from Daisuke.
"You touch her again, and your skull will end up like your bottle, you bastard!" Daisuke shouted, and he looked at Yuri. "You alright."
She nodded, her eyes starting to become normal.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered.
"You don't look alright."
"No, really, Daisuke. I'm fine."
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah."
She tried walking, but she stumbled a little. Daisuke had held her arm, and helped her back.
"You're not alright. You can't stay alone tonight, Yuri. And you definitely can't stay with that crack head."
"Daisuke, please…" she whined. Daisuke knew that she only did this because she didn't want to seem weak, to seem like she could be overpowered by anyone. She was the head of the school. She couldn't look weak, not even because her father.
"Here. Let's just go to my room, and you can relax. Please, at least a minute. You need a little bit of time."
"Fine. A minute, but no longer."
"Deal."
He had lead her to his room, and she gently laid on his bed. He pulled a chair to the bed and looked at her. She smiled weakly as she held on to her head.
"I can't believe he did this to you." Daisuke said.
"Nothing I can't handle. You should see him when he's really mad."
"I don't think I want to." Daisuke said. He knew that it was hard for her to joke about anything at the moment.
"Daisuke…?"
"Hmm?" he asked, making sure she knew she had his attention.
"Can you lay down with me?"
"What?"
"My head's starting to hurt real bad, and my voice is starting to go out. If anything happens, I want to know that I'll be able to contact you with ease."
"Uh… alright." he said, unsure about the whole situation.
He had climbed in next to her. It was awkward at first, but then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and everything, for some reason, seemed to be in perfect order, as if it was meant to be. Daisuke felt her body suddenly grow a little heavier, and he knew she was asleep. He looked at her as she gently breathed. Daisuke smiled at her, and stared at the ceiling as he thought about life, and how things had started to turn around. And with his final thoughts calculated, and without meaning to, he, too, had fallen asleep.