Yey! Chapter 3! Here we go!
Chapter 3: Damori
I took a deep breath as I slowly picked up the phone. 'C'mon! Phone him!' I ordered myself. I took a look on the paper on my stand. All I had to do was punch in those 7 small numbers...
But the dream. I faltered in my movements as I remembered it. I shivered. I was still kind of freaked out about that. Could it have really meant something?...
'No.' I told myself firmly. 'You have been pining after this guy for god only knows how long and you are not going to blow it over some dumb premonition.' Or could I?
I pushed one in, then another.
'25-' I pushed in the final few numbers. After a moment, the phone rang. And rang.
"Konichiwa, Motomiya residence." a familiar voice filled the phone.
"Jun, may I speak to Daisuke?" I asked.
"Daisuke? Sure." Then, the conversation veered away from me and towards her brother.
"Daisuke! Pick up! It's someone!"
There was a moment of silence, followed by
"Gee, thanks for being so descriptive!" Then, the other phone was picked up, while some static was heard.
"Hello?" Jun hung up the phone, and the static went away.
"Konichiwa Daisuke!" I said cheerfully.
"Oh. Hey Miyako." His voice changed. Now it sounded, well, drained almost. Very un Daisukeish.
"Daisuke?" I frowned, my mood suddenly changing.
"What?" he snapped.
"Jeeze, I was just wondering if you're O.K.!" I yelled.
"I'm fine!"
"Good!" I finally calmed down, and the conversation was almost a conversation.
"I'd like to thank you for getting Damori's phone number for me." I said. Politely.
"Yeah. Great." I sighed.
"Could you try to be a little more excited?" I asked.
"Did you set anything up yet?" he asked.
"No."
"That's funny. I thought you've latched onto him by now." I narrowed my eyes.
"What do you mean 'latched onto him?'" I asked slowly. This should have warned Daisuke, for if he was paying attention my voice was slowly, and angry. But never the less, he wasn't a normal guy. He just lived for the sole purpose of pissing everyone off!
"You know, your usual 'Oh, you're so cute! Buy me ice cream, kiss me! I'm your toy, here to use and abuse. I'm like a leech who can only live off other life forms.'" That cut it.
"I would like to remind you that I own you for a bit. I wouldn't be making me pissed off if I were you." I said coldly.
"Oh sorry Miss Princess. Would you like me to drive you in a royal black limo to your date, which you haven't set up yet, or would you prefer just to have me go on it for you?!" His voice screamed sarcasm.
"Yeah? Well I deserve to be in more civil company then yours! I'm going to set up a date with Damori right now! I bet he's the perfect gentleman." I heard snorting.
"Hope you're still saying the same thing when he's reaching down your dress."
"You hentai!" I yelled. I could almost see him shrug.
"Hey, it's the truth." I clenched my fists into balls of anger. Stupid little...
"Well good bye!" I waited for him to reply.
"Well, aren't you going?" He finally asked.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Then go!"
"I was waiting for you to say good bye." I exclaimed.
"In situations like this you angrily slam down the phone on my ear and leave me feeling like a total idiot."
"Opps! Sorry Dai!" I said apologetically.
"It's O.K."
"Tell me if this makes you feel any better." I slammed the phone down angrily. I don't know about him, but it made me feel substantially better.
"Now," Reconqouring my actions I quickly pressed in Damori's phone number.
'I'll show him.' I thought. Damori will be the perfect gentlemen and I won't hang all over him and- hey, why do I care that he thinks? After all, it's not my fault if he's always wrong.
"Hello?" A voice at the other end of the line snapped me out of my thoughts and I blushed.
"Hello, is Damori there?"
"Speaking beautiful." I frowned. Hey, why did he call me beautiful? He probably didn't even know it was me! I can't believe it! He was hitting on someone he didn't even-
whoa, why was I getting all defensive all of the sudden? Maybe he did know it was me. Or maybe he was just being friendly.
"Excuse me but if you don't say something I'm going to hang up." This snapped me out of my thoughts, and I blushed again.
"Gomen nasi. I'm Miyako."
"Ah, the dame Daisuke set me up with." For some reason his voice had changed to me. IN class, I always thought it was cool and graceful. Now it just sounded cheesy and sleazy.
'Must be the way he sounds on the telephone.' I decided.
"So, I was wondering when we could have our first date?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful.
"How about I come and pick you up about 7 and I'll wing it from there?" I giggled.
"Sounds good."
"Great. See you then babe." He hung up, and I followed. I shivered. We were going on our first date in about 6 hours. I was going with the hottest guy in school. This was supposed to be great. I was supposed to be walking on air. Then why did I feel like I had just swallowed a vat of ink?
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Daisuke
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I sighed as she slammed down the phone. No, it didn't make me feel any better. I had just set her up on a date with a horny male slut with no moral values. If I was supposed to feel better about her being happy for this, I wasn't. I just felt like crap.
"Konichiwa, Ototosan!"
"ARG!" I clutches Taichi's goggles as she tried to knock them off. She sighed and shrugged.
"Oh well. You can't win 'em all." She stared at the blank T.V screen infront of me.
"I can't believe it! This show is so cool!" She exclaimed. I sighed.
"Jun, just go away!" I whined. She frowned.
"Poor Ototosan. He's grumpy. Someone forgot to take their PMS pills today." I frowned at my sister.
"Really Jun. Try not to act so mature." She shrugged and sat down on the couch next to me.
"Monkey see monkey do. Now, what's the big problem today?" my sister asked. I sighed and clutches a pillow protectively, like it could hide everything from her.
"Nothing." I mumbled. She sighed.
"I may not be perfect, but I can see when my little brother wants to rip someone's head off. Now tell me or else," her eyes glinted with maliciousness. "I just might have to tickle it from you!" My jaw dropped.
"No fair! You know I'm ticklish in about every single spot of my body!" My elder sister grinned.
"Exactly."
"I'm not telling." I said firmly, still holding the pillow and moving towards the sides of the couch in an attempt to brace myself for the on coming attack. She raised her eyebrows.
"Fine, but you asked for it."
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" No, I don't scream like a girl. I scream louder.
I moved my pillow across, trying to evade her hands but never the less she got through. I was toast.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. The assault went on and on, until I nearly felt my sides burst from laughter.
"O.K., O.K. I give in!" I shouted. Her hands left my body and I stopped laughing. Thank god.
"So, what's the story squirt?" she asked. I sighed and I ran a hand through my hair.
"I have a problem." I confessed. She rolled her eyes at me.
"Daisuke, if there's ever a time when someone in this family didn't have a problem we'd all be dead."
"That's a problem."
"Stop contradicting me." Jun ordered. I stuffed it. "So, what is this problem of yours?" I sighed again.
"I got a C- on my math test." I lied. Right through my teeth. It's just something that all members of my family are able to do. I'm not sure when it first came about, but it just kind of happened. We've been lying ever since.
Never the less, Jun bought it and nodded her head. "Well, big change there. Anyway, it doesn't matter if you fail. Our parents aren't home enough to do anything about it." I cocked my head thoughtfully, as if I were really thinking about that.
"You know, you're right. Thanks Jun!" she smiled.
"No problemo." I got up off the couch, and headed to my room. I smiled. Sucker.
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Miyako
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I sighed as I held my iced tea leisurely in my hands. It was almost 3 now. What should I do now? I could either go and start preparing for my date or I could call up Daisuke and brag to him about my success. Or I could have him come over...
The last thought appealed to me. I like being in control. This gave me a sense of power. I just wondered what would happen when I was without poor Daisuke. Oh well. Worry about that later.
I called up Daisuke again. This time he answered the phone directly.
"Konichiwa?" he asked.
"Daisuke." I said.
"Oh. Miyako. Hi."
"Listen, I need you to come over right now." I heard him sigh at the other end of the phone.
"Why?" he whined.
"Because, now drag your lazy ass over here!" I yelled. I heard him whimper.
"O.K."
"Good puppy." I replied. He sighed.
"Miyako, don't be so mature."
"Don't worry." I grinned. "I try not to be." Then I hung up the phone. This was going good. I had a boyfriend, a slave and a telephone. What else was there?
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Daisuke (I know, let's see how many other times we can change P.O.V's in the next 5 minutes)
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I sighed as I walked along, the spring air filling my nose with promises of life in the near future. The Sakura blossoms fell here and there, spreading the street in a sort of pink coating. It should have been beautiful. It should have been heaven. I should have been happy. Should have.
I shake my head as a blossom falls on it. Unfortunately, it simply fell onto my shoulder. Oh well. I was too lazy to flick it away.
The very air around me seemed loose and untensed. Like it could simply float there forever, never having a care in the world. I smirked at the irony.
What irony? Maybe it's the fact that I'm so tense and stressed. Maybe it's because I know I just sent my friend into a world of hell that she doesn't even see, and won't until it's too late. Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there is no irony in this, or maybe I don't see it.
After a walk full of thoughts, I arrive at Miyako's building. I take the elevator until I'm on her floor. Once I arrive at the door, I pause before knocking. I could just evade all this. I could just turn back now, and not hear Miyako's talk of a wonderful date, and a perfect life. I could just turn back now and not watch my friend get so excited over something that will break her heart. I could just turn back, and pretend this never happened and that Miyako won't be hurt. After she would mope around in her room for a few days, not making contact with anyone. I was scott free.
Why didn't I turn back?
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Miyako
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I heard a knock at the door. I smiled. Daisuke.
I carefully painted the last nail, and being careful not to smudge anything on my way, I went to answer the door.
There he stood, in his usual attire, a look of indifference on his face. His jacket hung down past his waist, indicating it might be a bit too big for him.
"Konichiwa, Miyako san." he said, bowing.
"Konichiwa." I responded. Then I took a few steps back, allowing him to enter the door way. He did so, carefully taking off his shoes and putting on some slippers. I watched his movements like a hawk. Why? I don't know. And why should you care? In fact, why don't you just shut up?!
Anyway, he then stood up, and I lead him to my room. Once there, I carefully positioned myself in front of my dresser mirror.
"Now, Daisuke." I said. "Your job, whether you choose to accept it or not, is to do my math homework." I said, indicating the desk with the paper and book lying on it. "Since I'm going to be far too busy to do it, that's what you're here for." He frowned as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk.
"Why don't you just do it tomorrow?" he asked. I sighed.
"Well, I have you here so I can do it today and," my eyes started shining. "if I'm lucky and I impress him I'll probably end up spending most of tomorrow on him, and I still won't have a chance to do it." He sighed.
"What pages?"
"98- 100, doing all the odd numbered questions." He slipped his goggled up on his head, and silently began to do it. I smiled.
"So, I think he's going to take me to this little French place on top on that hill in the north east, you don't know it I'm sure, but..."
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Daisuke
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For the next 3 and a half hours, Miyako talked to me. She just blabbed and blabbed on about the date, what she was going to wear, what was going to happen, you know, girlie stuff. To some part of me, it bothered me. This just wasn't right. This was my fault.
Yet, another part of me didn't mind her talking. It just seemed to forfill part of my soul to hear her voice. It wasn't quite as annoying as I thought it would be actually.
After I finished my homework, I just kind of sat there, listening to her talk. It was interesting. It was like getting inside a part of her. Odd, I know, especially coming from me but still. After about 2 hours, Midori came in.
"Hey Miyako! Want some cookies? Hey Daisuke. I didn't hear you come in!" she exclaimed. I shrugged and have a half smile. Her and I had met once in the mall. She was a pretty cool person actually.
"Well, anyway, I hope Miyako isn't boring you too bad. And if she is, I'll just leave the cookies so you can pig out while you pretend to pay attention, O.K.?" Midori winked, but Miyako just got her pissed off look.
"Midori, while Daisuke can eat cookies, I can't. It's fattening and if I mess up anything I'll just have to redo it all." The elder girl sighed.
"Wa this, wa that. Why can't you be more like Daisuke?" I laughed.
"There's something you'll never hear a parent say!" The two of them just gave me a smirk, but then turned back to each other.
"I can't be like him, because he's a jerk!" Ouch.
"Yeah, but he's a cool jerk. And you shouldn't go on fat diets at your age. Your body is still growing and it needs to nutrients." Miyako sighed.
"Whatever. Goodbye!" and she promptly shoved the door in her sister's face. I just smirked as Miyako went back to prettying herself.
"You're funny." I smiled. She shrugged.
"My sister's annoying."
"Tell me about it. Older sisters suck."
"Amen." Then, she went back to blabbering about her date.
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Miyako
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I talked to Daisuke for a long time. I talked to him about everything I could think of about the date. Surprisingly, he was a good listener. He just sat there thoughtfully, and only spoke when I asked him to. It was kind of, well, nice having him about. It felt good to have someone to talk to, even if it was him. Too bad he had the screw it up.
"You think Damori will like the look?" I asked, getting out of my chair. Daisuke rolled his eyes.
"Screw how you look, he's not going to care about that. Just your bra size." I frowned.
"Oh, and how would you know this? Personal experiance?"
"I know his type." was his simple reply. Along with a dirty look. My next thought ran along the lines of 'I will kill Daisuke Motomiya' with a few more, uh, colourful words in there.
"No Daisuke. You don't know his type and you never will. His type is a gentleman, sweet and charming." He simply snorted.
"Well then I guess I'll just have to be prince charming because he's a loser."
"Wanna bet?" I growled.
"Fine!
"How about 50 yen?" He shrugged.
"Hey, don't come crying to me when he 'accidently' drops and ice cube down your shirt, and has to get it out."
"You-"
Just then the doorbell rang. We fell silent as we listened to the sounds of the opening door.
A faint greeting was heard, along with the words 'You must be Miyako's date.' Yep, it was him alright. I got up and he got up with me.
"No, you idiot. Stay back!" I hissed. He frowned.
"Why?"
"Damori might think I'm a player or something." Daisuke just rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. But never the less, he obliged and I walked out alone.
"Hey Miyako." Damori greeted me coolly, give me a smile. "You look great." For a moment, I could only stare at him. Wasn't that comment supposed to mean so much more then I felt? Wasn't I supposed to blush and say thank you or something? Then why wasn't I? Why, did the way he smile at me want to make me run for protection... in Daisuke's arms...
I shivered. The thought of it, being held closely to him, breathing in his aroma...
God no! I shook the thought out of my head. No, that was bad. I couldn't do that! I couldn't think that!
"Thank you." I muttered. He grinned and linked his arm with mine.
'Stop touching me.' a voice cried. I felt like I was being violated. But he was my boyfriend, he was supposed to touch me, right?
So stop touching me.
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Here's another one I hacked up and threw in the blender. Can anyone actually count how many times I changed P.O.V's since Miyako called Dai the second time? I mean geeze! So, there's a hack job. Email me at daisukegoggleboy@aol.com with complaints, death threats, and anything that won't cause my hardware to crash. Ah, heck, what does it matter? We're getting a new computer and removing this hunk of crap. But anyway, blah.
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