"Daisuke?" Satoshi hovered over his lover and prodded him in the side with his finger. "Daisuke!" Daisuke did not budge. He shouldn't have stayed up so late. In his mind, however, it was worth it. He had never had such a good make out experience in his whole life. Lucky he and Satoshi were paired in the same room on their school trip to Kyoto. Since their homeroom teacher was a girl, she was not authorized to enter their room during the night to check on them, so they had the entire room to themselves. It was bliss. Daisuke enjoyed this alone time with Satoshi, but right now Satoshi couldn't even get him awake.

Satoshi took out a bullhorn. "DAISUKE KAKUYA NIWA!" Daisuke shook a little, and then rose to a sitting position in his bed. "Finally," said Satoshi as he grabbed Daisuke's shoulder and pulled him out of bed.

Daisuke stood confused and exhausted in the middle of the floor as Satoshi rummaged through Daisuke's suitcase looking for a pair of clean shorts and a clean tee shirt. As he collected these things, he tossed them to Daisuke who didn't really grab them but rather caught them on his not yet awake head.

"There's a good boy, Daisuke. Now go into the bathroom, and get ready." Satoshi sat down on the bed and turned on the television with the remote control. Daisuke gave him one last befuddled glance and turned towards the bathroom.

When he got inside, he finally realized where he was. He saw the low ceilings and the industrial wallpaper common in 1970's hotels. He remembered that he and about 40 other classmates were on a school trip to Kyoto and he was the lucky one whom got to room with Satoshi. He opened up the drawer he had stocked the night before and took out his bottle of hair gel. If you've ever seen Daisuke's hair, you can only imagine how long it must take. After about an hour or so in the bathroom, Daisuke finally walked out fully dressed and hair groomed.

"Thank heavens you're out of there. I was about to call a search team to unlock the door and save you." Satoshi said this, but his eyes did not leave the television. Daisuke did not like the way Satoshi was rambling. He had woken up probably hours before Daisuke, and how was he supposed to know that Satoshi didn't take longer himself? Regardless of this minor flaw in attitude, Daisuke really did love Satoshi and all of his many faults. He loved his height, as low as it may be. He loved the messy silver hair. Even his otherwise geeky glasses set off his oversized face just nicely. He was perfect in Daisuke's eyes.

"I'm ready to go if you are." Daisuke pulled on his green sweater and took a step towards Satoshi.

Satoshi picked up the remote slowly, probably to tease Daisuke, and clicked off the television. "I'VE been ready," he said, and he too pulled on his sweater. His was white with red and yellow argyle print. The two walked out the door and into the hallway.

They entered the elevator, and Satoshi pushed the "g" button for garage level. On the way down he said "I hope they haven't run out of breakfast. Sometimes, I think you sleep in just to make me mad."

How did he know this, thought Daisuke. This, after all, was the first time he and Satoshi had ever slept in the same room. Daisuke remembered how much he loved Satoshi's flaws and kept his mouth shut. When the elevator finally reached the ground, Satoshi and Daisuke exited the elevator. Much to the dismay of Satoshi, no other students boarded as they got off. "Great," he said. "Everybody's probably already left."

He was right, of course. Not only was all the breakfast gone, but all of the students and staff had left, too. "We must hurry," stated Satoshi, and he grabbed Daisuke's hand.

The couple rushed hurriedly out the door. So fast, in fact, that Daisuke tripped over the rug. Despite the fact that Daisuke was now on the floor, Satoshi kept running faster and faster. "Hey! Wait up!" Daisuke quickly got to his feet and chased after Satoshi. By the time, he finally caught up, the two could see the group in front of them. When they were back with the group, they followed suit and came to a stop.

"Well, at least you didn't make me too late." Satoshi gave Daisuke a forced serious look, but he winked after few seconds. "When are you going to learn to keep up with schedule?" He placed his arm around Daisuke's shoulder. Daisuke leaned into Satoshi's shoulder and felt the romantic warmth he had been longing for since last night. They continued onward to the bus stop in this position, and didn't notice a single stare or remark.

They waited with the group for the bus which was almost fifteen minutes late already.

"You know, Satoshi. If I had to wait for a bus with any cranky, impatient jerk, I'm glad it was you." Daisuke buried his head deeper into Satoshi's shoulder as a sign of affectionate romance. Satoshi relaxed his shoulders a bit and breathed deeply.

The bus arrived about ten more minutes later, and Daisuke and Satoshi were the first ones on to insure that got the back seat to themselves (as you see, Japanese busses have only one row). Daisuke sat in the window seat first followed by Satoshi who took the seat nearest the aisle. Daisuke stretched out his legs and asked Satoshi where they were headed.

"Today," Satoshi informed, "we are going to an ancient temple where priests used to entertain visitors in order to make Buddha happy."

"Oh, I see." Daisuke leaned back. Then, he pulled his legs into an Indian style position. He simply could not get comfortable. Then, he had an idea, "Satoshi," he said. ,"do you mind if I lay my head in your lap?"

Satoshi rolled his eyes, but was clearly excited that Daisuke had made this suggestion. "Go ahead," he said as he sunk down in his chair a bit more. Daisuke lay his head down on Satoshi's lap and breathed in the entrancing aroma of his body wash. He let out a long yawn, and before he knew it, he was asleep. Satoshi looked down at the sleeping Daisuke and rested his hands on Daisuke's head. Then, he let out a long yawn and also fell asleep.