"Yamato!"
Jun yelled, as she flew into the classroom. "I have to talk to you, now.
Jun leaned over onto Yamato's desk. "Listen, Yama,
you were right."
"I was? About what?"
"Daisuke and Takeru. It's a bad idea, a very bad idea!"
"Why? I was just beginning to think you were right,
and it's a great idea."
"I saw them in the restaurant, and it was a disaster!
The waiter was a jerk to them––"
"Oh come on!" Yamato interrupted. "Me and Taichi get
that all the time."
"That's the little thing. You should've seen how miserable Daisuke was!
He's still a wreck. I can't do this to my own little brother anymore!"
Yamato seemed unmoved by her speech. "How did it
effect Takeru?"
"Takeru was okay I guess, but I think he was getting
depressed from what Dai was saying. Daisuke thinks this'll ruin their lives."
"It's not going to do that!" Yamato stared at her.
"I don't care if it will or not, I can't stand seeing
Daisuke like this, knowing it's my fault."
"Daisuke!" Mrs. Motamiya walked into her son's room. "Why
aren't you at school? It's already started by now."
The boy made no attempt to move.
"Motamiya Daisuke, you get up right this minute!"
Daisuke opened his eyes. They were red from crying. "Hi
Mom…"
"Daisuke, you've got to get to school."
He shook his head. "I can't."
"Why not?" His mother was clearly annoyed.
"I'm sick." Yeah right, I just can't face Takeru.
Mrs. Motamiya felt his forehead. "Well, you don't
have a fever…"
"You can be sick without one."
"Well, if you really feel sick, I guess you can stay
home."
Takeru glanced around the classroom. He saw Hikari,
smiling at him. "Hi Takeru."
"Hey baby." He leaned over and kissed her.
"Hey!" Mr. Tiyusa, the Math teacher, banged a
yardstick against the desk. "Enough PDA, time to get started. Pi squared,
divided by m cubed…."
The students feigned interest. Nobody really cared
about algebra, and nobody ever would.
Jun looked in the mirror. It was clouded and foggy,
so it couldn't tell much.
But what she did see, was beautiful. She had never
seen her face like this before. She still looked the same, but for once in her life, the thoughts of
herself did not come first. She didn't care that ending the boys agony would
ruin her chances with Yamato.
All she cared about was making her brother happy
again. It was unbearable for her to see him like this.
Jun walked into her brothers room. "Hi Dai. Were you
at school today?"
"No." He said, his face buried in his pillow. "I was
sick."
"Whatever." Jun sat down. "Are you mad at me for
making you guys go out?"
"No, not really."
"Amazing. I would kill me."
"I just can't ever show my face around Takeru again."
"How are you going to avoid him forever? Your in the
same class."
"I'll drop out of school."
"Mom would kill you."
"Who cares?"
"Well, I sorta like people better when they're alive."
"Or I'll kill myself."
"Dai!" Jun yelled, shocked. "Your crazy. Look, I'll
call Yamato, and try to fix this somehow…"
Suddenly the phone rang. It was Takeru.
Takeru felt like he was going to faint. He knew he'd
decided he could never do this, but he'd thought about it, and he knew––he just
had to tell Daisuke.
Should I start off asking where he was today…? He meant to do that. But when Daisuke answered the
phone, it just came out, "Daisuke, I love you."
To Be Continued….
