Here's the fourth chappie! Bow, bow Thank you, thank you, all! You have been great!
Right now, I know that my chapters are a little short, but I am going for chapter numbers instead of chapter length right now. I hope you are all enjoying it. If it is getting bland, tell me and I will make it more exciting. I have figured out how to make changes! Muahaha! Well, I hope you enjoy this chappie!
Summary, well, as you know, it's a Dai and Sato, so its yaoi, and… uh… that's all I can say this chapter.
Disclaimer: don't own, never will. TT-TT sob
Chapter four: a good day
I woke up the next day with my cranberry colored bangs hanging limply in my face. I swatted at it like a cat would at a stray strand of string hanging in its path. I sat up. The room was still dark. What had awakened me was now obvious. The phone was being put back down with a loud KLUNK as my friend thanked the wakeup call person.
We all got up and took a shower. I got in and out in a few minutes with my hair and body washed. I dried off and stepped out into the hall completely dressed and ready to go. Only problem was that it was ten minutes too early for breakfast.
Luckily, one of my teachers was patrolling the halls, so with his permission, I went down to breakfast and sat for ten minutes waiting for everyone else to get there. As I waited, I wrote some more fan fictions.
Once people began to file in, I looked for Tekeshi. We ate and went to the morning services. We sat and sang. Then, it was time to go to the Holocaust museum. We split up into a few different vans. Two classes were in a bus. We were with the Stockton group.
Tekeshi and I sat all the way in back. There was a girl who sat in front of me, and a boy who Tekeshi invited to sit next to him. The boy had blue hair and blue eyes. He was gorgeous. He was quiet and seemed anti-social. He looked terrified of Tekeshi, and so I decided to save him.
I walked up to them and introduced myself. Tekeshi stopped talking, and the boy looked at me with something like relief in his eyes. I smiled and nodded. It turned out that his name was Satoshi Hikari. He was from Stockton California, and he hated it. I felt the same about Denver. We began to talk and found that we had a lot in common.
Soon, my new friend and I changed places with Tekeshi so that we could be closer and talk. He was a nice kid. I liked him… a little more then I would have liked to admit. He was kind, and funny. He was into many things, but best of all, art. That was my favorite subject. He was sensitive and kind to me. We got along right away. Then, it was time for the holocaust museum, so we unloaded, and went our separate ways.
I walked through the long halls of dimly lighten pictures and writings. I looked at everything in aw. It was amazing that something so serious had ever happened. There was a collection of shoes in one room. The sign said, "Because we have no faces and are made of leather, we were not destroyed".
There were thousands of pictures on the walls and everywhere I looked, there was something amazing that was hardly believable. I only wished that I couldn't believe it, that I didn't. But I knew that it was all true.
I was the first one in my class to finish with the museum. I waited outside for a while, and eventually, we all left the museum talking about the horrors of the holocaust. We then went outside to look at all of the sakura cherry blossoms and we were in aw of its beauty.
Finally, the other group came, and we all boarded the bus. Satoshi and I once again were seated together. I looked at him. He was leaning tiredly against the seat in front of him. I looked at his messy blue hair. It looked like strands of silk. I tried my best to resist, truly, I did. I couldn't stop it, though.
My hand reached out and my fingers stroked the soft blue strands. It was softer then I could have ever imagined. It felt like the finest silk. Satoshi turned to look at me with an inquisitive look on his face, and I blushed. I pulled my hand away from his hair and I told him I was sorry for my rudeness.
He then told me that he didn't mind, and that it felt good. I slowly put my hands back in his hair, and began to run my fingers through the silky ice blue strands. His ultramarine blue eyes closed, and his head leaned once again on the seat in front of him. I loved the feeling of his hair in-between my fingers, and the whole rest of the way home, I sat and played with his hair.
We returned to temple, and began to work on reading a packet on different issues addressed in the UN. We worked for a while, and then we set out to a small town center in the middle of the city. There were shops, and our Colorado group was to stick to its self in groups of no less then three.
All of the groups got together, and Tekeshi and I were the only ones left standing without a partner. Once again, we were left out. Not that we minded. We didn't like the others very much anyway. So, we got money for dinner, and headed off on our own, just the two of us.
We had a nice evening walking around and watching the sun set on a street corner. We found all sorts of nice things to buy, and things to eat. We sat down and talked for a while until we got bored. We then doubled back and found that watching the sun set from a bridge was so much more enjoyable.
We sat and watched for a while until it was time to return to our groups. We got there on time and met Satoshi and our other friend at the bus. Satoshi and I once again sat together, and my hair fetish began once again. Thing was, I only liked his hair. I pet it, and pet it some more.
He sat there with a dazed look on his face like the world had come to a close, and only this was there now. On the way home, he almost fell asleep. I thought that he looked like an angel with his blue hair shining in the sunset. It was beautiful.
We got back to the hotel, and we all went to services. Then we had time to say goodnight, and went upstairs for bed. All night, I sat awake thinking about him. I thought that I was in love with him. And, that is what just happened. I was in love. For the first time in my life.
It was confusing at first. Why was I attracted to an other guy? Was that a bad thing? Was it normal? All I knew was that I would be leaving in two days, and I would most likely never see him again. I would have to tell him my feelings, but when?
Well, that's the last part of the chappie. I hope you all liked it. It is the longest chapter so far in the story, so love me. Review, review, review!
Ok, bye.
