Takeru sighed for fifth time today. Not that he was keeping count, it just seemed like a reasonable guess he thought. Considering he had seen Daisuke five times that day and he was keeping count of that. Daisuke waved at him, and smiled. That smile he thought. He waved back and put on a fake smile.
Takeru felt a vibrating coming from his pocket. "Oh yay, somebody loves me" he said pulling out the phone. It read Hikari. "Oh right, yeah… very funny phone. I'll just not answer that" he clicked the phone off and put it away. He looked at his watch that read six thirty. I should probably get going.
Walking away Takeru mused what love was like for other people. It occurred to him that other people probably didn't hang around, waiting to run into the person they loved. Well actually they probably did. It seems human and by human he meant desperate. But he thought, actually he bet that most people didn't fall for there friend of the same gender. Someone by all means no-one would ever expect him to love.
That's another thing Takeru pondered. Was it love? It definatley wasn't a crush. No, he had a crush on Hikari when he was younger. This felt very different. It knotted him, twisted him inside. Confused him. If this was love then he concluded that love wasn't very fun. But Daisuke? A part of his mind quickly answered that question He's charming, sweet eyed, goofy, hot and cute as a button. Why not Daisuke?
"Well he's straight for one" he said out loud. At which point he concluded love didn't care for sexual orientation. He might not be suggested a deeper part of him mind. "You have met Daisuke, right?" he said to himself. You may have noticed that Takeru spends a lot of his time talking to himself. People who carry too many secrets only have themselves. But anyway, Daisuke's never had a girlfriend.
"That's because he wants Hikari". You thought you liked Hikari once.
" I thought a lot of things… once." Coming to terms with your own homosexuality can be very daunting, you see. And for Takeru, coming to terms with his own sexuality wasn't even the worst of his personal demons. But we'll get to that later.
Throughout this mental conversation Takeru had managed the whole way home from Daisuke's house. Walking into his apartment he found un-retrieved mail on the floor. "Statement, statement" he said to himself while going through it. "Bills" Flicking through the last couple of letters, he noticed one addressed to him, written in hand writing. Familiar, girly handwriting. "Oh Hikari. Your seriously barking up the wrong tree". Not wanting to read the letter, for fear of feeling guilty he packed it away into his bag.
Reading that the clock read seven o'clock Takeru retired himself to his room. His mother wont be home for another couple of hours. His room was his temple. Literally, it was a temple. There were candles, incense, crystals and books. See the thing is Takeru is a witch.