No, it doesn't actually have anything to do with Yamato, just like the other one didn't have much to do with Jun. I just ran out of names.
I never thought he would ever come out of his house again. But sure enough, he came out, not more than 20 feet in front of me. It took him a while to see me. Then he ran. I wasn't really suprised by what he did. Hell, I had done it not more than 4 hours ago.
But it hurt, deep down it hurt. The fact he saw me, and then he ran. Gives me an idea of what he felt. I can't beleive I did that to him.
So I relied on my reflexes and instincts for the second time in one night. I ran after him. Maybe that was a bad idea.
Basketball had done my body some good, but no match for Daisuke's many years of soccer. And he had a head start.
But I had motovation, and I had hope. I was supposed to have it. Plus I was slightly taller. At least something was in my favor.
I ran. Real fast. I beleive it was the fastest I had ever ran. I'm sure I broke some sort of record. But I wasn't really concerned with that. I was concerned with catching him.
I wasn't sure I knew where he was going. But something told me he was going to Ken's. It happened to be a little more than far off, by Dai would be damned if he wasn't going to run that whole way.
Unless he was running to the train. Then I would be pretty fucked, because I didn't have any cash with me. So I added an extra burst of speed and came within about 5 feet of Daisuke.
He whirled around, for a split second, and kept running. He was losing energy fast, considering he was working harder because he had shorter legs. The advantage he had from soccer was losing ground.
But Dai wasn't about to let me catch him. He just kept on running, kept on fighting. That's when I decided to make a pretty screwed up move. I added yet another burst of energy and tackled the poor guy.
With my arms securely around his waist, I pinned him to the ground. I had caught him.
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Oh dear, whatever will poor Dai-chan do? I am the author, and I already know, but I'll be damned if I'm going to tell you.
I never thought he would ever come out of his house again. But sure enough, he came out, not more than 20 feet in front of me. It took him a while to see me. Then he ran. I wasn't really suprised by what he did. Hell, I had done it not more than 4 hours ago.
But it hurt, deep down it hurt. The fact he saw me, and then he ran. Gives me an idea of what he felt. I can't beleive I did that to him.
So I relied on my reflexes and instincts for the second time in one night. I ran after him. Maybe that was a bad idea.
Basketball had done my body some good, but no match for Daisuke's many years of soccer. And he had a head start.
But I had motovation, and I had hope. I was supposed to have it. Plus I was slightly taller. At least something was in my favor.
I ran. Real fast. I beleive it was the fastest I had ever ran. I'm sure I broke some sort of record. But I wasn't really concerned with that. I was concerned with catching him.
I wasn't sure I knew where he was going. But something told me he was going to Ken's. It happened to be a little more than far off, by Dai would be damned if he wasn't going to run that whole way.
Unless he was running to the train. Then I would be pretty fucked, because I didn't have any cash with me. So I added an extra burst of speed and came within about 5 feet of Daisuke.
He whirled around, for a split second, and kept running. He was losing energy fast, considering he was working harder because he had shorter legs. The advantage he had from soccer was losing ground.
But Dai wasn't about to let me catch him. He just kept on running, kept on fighting. That's when I decided to make a pretty screwed up move. I added yet another burst of energy and tackled the poor guy.
With my arms securely around his waist, I pinned him to the ground. I had caught him.
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Oh dear, whatever will poor Dai-chan do? I am the author, and I already know, but I'll be damned if I'm going to tell you.