Love Hurts
By: Chris Golden
Daisuke Niwa walked through the doorway of his bedroom, dragging his feet in the process, and closed the door. His crimson eyes were half closed, and his messily-spiked red hair was a bit matted, like he had just gotten into a fight. He wore a baggy black tank-top that showed off his recently gained muscles, white shorts that showed his smooth muscular legs, and white sneakers that had some dirt smudges on them. On his way to his desk, he lazily kicked off his sneakers to the underside of his bed, and yanked off his pants tossing them into the clothes-hamper. He slunk into his desk chair, still wearing his black tank-top, white boxer-briefs and socks, and let his head lower to his desk with a clonk. His eyes slowly closed all the way, but were suddenly forced open all the way when a voice came to his door.
"Daisuke? Are you okay? You didn't even say hello when you walked into the door. Is everything okay?...Daisuke?" pleaded his mother, with a bit of worry and anguish in her voice.
Daisuke closed his eyes halfway again and sighed, wanting his mother to go away. He stood up, a bit wobbly, and put his right hand onto his desk and peered out his window into the starry, moonlit night. A few knocks came to his door, and he just stared at it, almost mesmerized by the knocks.
"Daisuke? Are you there? Are you okay?" his mother asked, sounding worried now.
"Yes...I'm fine. Just tired...Please go and let me sleep, I'm really tired and I kinda' don't feel good..." he managed to say in a weak voice.
"Oh...Okay. Just let me know if you need anything. You just rest and feel better. I love you sweetie, goodnight." said his mother as she closed her eyes, held her hand against his door, and then turned around and left.
Daisuke sighed with relief, and slumped over to his bathroom doorway and flicked on the lights, squinting as he did so. He took care of his business, and turned on the shower to semi-hot, dropped his clothes and socks into the bathroom clothes-hamper, and slid into the shower. He stood under the flowing fountain, as steam filled the room, and he put his head back, letting the water flow onto his face, feeling the water run down his sleek, smooth body. He let his head fall forward and opened his eyes, smiling slightly, almost devilishly. He grabbed the soap and began to clean himself, sudding up his body, imagining his friend, Satoshi Hiwatari, and then opened his eyes and let out a quite gasp. He couldn't imagine why he kept thinking of Satoshi, and it scared him a little.
"Why can't I stop thinking of him?" he asked himself in a low, soft voice, "Why is he always on my mind? Am I in love with him or something, like I was with Risa? How can that be...? I just don't understand myself anymore..."
The water began to get cold as he stood there thinking to himself, so he slowly twisted around and turned up the heat valve and the water temperature returned to normal. He shampooed and conditioned his hair with "Herbal Essences Original Sent" and again stood beneath the hot, running water. His thoughts returned to Satoshi, and the scene of the days events. Satoshi and himself had gone to the park that day, and had spent most of the day playing games that involved allot of jumping and athletic moves, something that Daisuke still didn't understand the concept of. He remembered looking at Satoshi during their picnic lunch, mesmerized by his light blue hair that shined in the sun and his dark blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, scanning Satoshi's sweaty, slightly dirt covered body, wearing no shirt with dirt covered yellow gym shorts and black sneakers. He just couldn't get over how hot Satoshi had looked, how sexy he was. And then it him, he DID love Satoshi, or had a crush at least.
'Hot? Sexy? What the hell? He's a guy!' he thought to himself a bit confused, ' How can I like someone like him? He's the one that's trying to catch Dark, so I'm in danger. What in the world is wrong with me?'
Daisuke raddled his mind until there was no hot water left. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet with water running down his body and falling to the floor. He grabbed his towel from the wall hook and wrapped it around his waist as he strode into his room. His body glistened in the moonlight, showing off his toned abs, small built chest, and biceps. He walked quietly up to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulled out a pair of dark purple boxers, and dropped his towel to the floor. He slipped the boxers on, picked up his towel tossing it into the hamper, and stood up straight. As he turned to walk to his bed, his image in the dresser mirror caught his eye and he looked at himself, wondering why what was happening to him was happening, but broke himself away. He sauntered over to his bed, slid under the covers, and grabbed the television remote. Turning on the TV, he put his right arm up behind his head and stared at the TV, eyes half closed, as "Sailor Moon" played on the Anime Channel. After the show, he bored of TV and turned it off with the remote. He laid in bed, eyes half closed, and stared at the ceiling. His eyes began to feel heavy, so he rolled over onto his stomach, head facing opposite of the wall, and then closed his eyes. After lying with his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity to Daisuke, his thoughts drifted back to Satoshi once again. Images of Satoshi running across the rocks at his family's estate that Daisuke visited a mere week before, filled his mind's eye. He could see Satoshi sprint from rock to rock, wearing nothing but green sweat pants, flip thought the air, and land in the shallow water in the center of the rocky courtyard on the side yard of the Hiwatari estate. But his thoughts soon faded away as sleep took over his mind. He smiled as he drifted, knowing that the next day would be filled with more visions of his precious Satoshi.
By: Chris Golden
Daisuke Niwa walked through the doorway of his bedroom, dragging his feet in the process, and closed the door. His crimson eyes were half closed, and his messily-spiked red hair was a bit matted, like he had just gotten into a fight. He wore a baggy black tank-top that showed off his recently gained muscles, white shorts that showed his smooth muscular legs, and white sneakers that had some dirt smudges on them. On his way to his desk, he lazily kicked off his sneakers to the underside of his bed, and yanked off his pants tossing them into the clothes-hamper. He slunk into his desk chair, still wearing his black tank-top, white boxer-briefs and socks, and let his head lower to his desk with a clonk. His eyes slowly closed all the way, but were suddenly forced open all the way when a voice came to his door.
"Daisuke? Are you okay? You didn't even say hello when you walked into the door. Is everything okay?...Daisuke?" pleaded his mother, with a bit of worry and anguish in her voice.
Daisuke closed his eyes halfway again and sighed, wanting his mother to go away. He stood up, a bit wobbly, and put his right hand onto his desk and peered out his window into the starry, moonlit night. A few knocks came to his door, and he just stared at it, almost mesmerized by the knocks.
"Daisuke? Are you there? Are you okay?" his mother asked, sounding worried now.
"Yes...I'm fine. Just tired...Please go and let me sleep, I'm really tired and I kinda' don't feel good..." he managed to say in a weak voice.
"Oh...Okay. Just let me know if you need anything. You just rest and feel better. I love you sweetie, goodnight." said his mother as she closed her eyes, held her hand against his door, and then turned around and left.
Daisuke sighed with relief, and slumped over to his bathroom doorway and flicked on the lights, squinting as he did so. He took care of his business, and turned on the shower to semi-hot, dropped his clothes and socks into the bathroom clothes-hamper, and slid into the shower. He stood under the flowing fountain, as steam filled the room, and he put his head back, letting the water flow onto his face, feeling the water run down his sleek, smooth body. He let his head fall forward and opened his eyes, smiling slightly, almost devilishly. He grabbed the soap and began to clean himself, sudding up his body, imagining his friend, Satoshi Hiwatari, and then opened his eyes and let out a quite gasp. He couldn't imagine why he kept thinking of Satoshi, and it scared him a little.
"Why can't I stop thinking of him?" he asked himself in a low, soft voice, "Why is he always on my mind? Am I in love with him or something, like I was with Risa? How can that be...? I just don't understand myself anymore..."
The water began to get cold as he stood there thinking to himself, so he slowly twisted around and turned up the heat valve and the water temperature returned to normal. He shampooed and conditioned his hair with "Herbal Essences Original Sent" and again stood beneath the hot, running water. His thoughts returned to Satoshi, and the scene of the days events. Satoshi and himself had gone to the park that day, and had spent most of the day playing games that involved allot of jumping and athletic moves, something that Daisuke still didn't understand the concept of. He remembered looking at Satoshi during their picnic lunch, mesmerized by his light blue hair that shined in the sun and his dark blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, scanning Satoshi's sweaty, slightly dirt covered body, wearing no shirt with dirt covered yellow gym shorts and black sneakers. He just couldn't get over how hot Satoshi had looked, how sexy he was. And then it him, he DID love Satoshi, or had a crush at least.
'Hot? Sexy? What the hell? He's a guy!' he thought to himself a bit confused, ' How can I like someone like him? He's the one that's trying to catch Dark, so I'm in danger. What in the world is wrong with me?'
Daisuke raddled his mind until there was no hot water left. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet with water running down his body and falling to the floor. He grabbed his towel from the wall hook and wrapped it around his waist as he strode into his room. His body glistened in the moonlight, showing off his toned abs, small built chest, and biceps. He walked quietly up to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulled out a pair of dark purple boxers, and dropped his towel to the floor. He slipped the boxers on, picked up his towel tossing it into the hamper, and stood up straight. As he turned to walk to his bed, his image in the dresser mirror caught his eye and he looked at himself, wondering why what was happening to him was happening, but broke himself away. He sauntered over to his bed, slid under the covers, and grabbed the television remote. Turning on the TV, he put his right arm up behind his head and stared at the TV, eyes half closed, as "Sailor Moon" played on the Anime Channel. After the show, he bored of TV and turned it off with the remote. He laid in bed, eyes half closed, and stared at the ceiling. His eyes began to feel heavy, so he rolled over onto his stomach, head facing opposite of the wall, and then closed his eyes. After lying with his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity to Daisuke, his thoughts drifted back to Satoshi once again. Images of Satoshi running across the rocks at his family's estate that Daisuke visited a mere week before, filled his mind's eye. He could see Satoshi sprint from rock to rock, wearing nothing but green sweat pants, flip thought the air, and land in the shallow water in the center of the rocky courtyard on the side yard of the Hiwatari estate. But his thoughts soon faded away as sleep took over his mind. He smiled as he drifted, knowing that the next day would be filled with more visions of his precious Satoshi.