I apologize in advance because this is going to be a very short chapter. Just for the future, chapter 4 will be the longest and 5 will also be short. I apologize again. And although I don't approve of songs in a fiction, I decided to add one. It seemed to fit. As i promised though, i will update as soon as i got 20 reviews just not as quickly as this. Over 20 in the same day i updated. It makes me so proud that people actually liked my story!
Disclaimer…same as before…
Since tonight when I…"……first time."
Startled, Satoshi gave him a blank stare.
"First time for what?"
"I said, 'That's the first time I got to see you smile a true smile.' You really should do it more often. It's very becoming too you."
Satoshi blushed and Daisuke just smiled.
"Hnn…right."
"You seem a little disappointed."
"Very observant, Niwa."
"I try to be sometimes. What did you think I said?"
Believe me, you don't want to know.
"Niwa, what would you do if I…if I…"
Satoshi got off the counter and walked slowly towards Daisuke, backing him up against the wall.
"If you what?"
They were talking softy, staring into the eyes of the other, searching.
Satoshi was 1 inch away from Daisuke's lips. He brought up his hand, and started to caress Daisuke's lower jawbone. Satoshi continued staring into Daisuke's eyes, as if searching his soul, for an answer yet unfound.
"Sa…to…shi," Daisuke whispered.
"Hnn?" He was still searching.
"The soups getting cold."
This seemed to have brought him back to the reality of the kitchen.
"Right."
Satoshi turned his back on Daisuke and turned the stove back on to the lowest setting to heat it up again. It had indeed gone as little chill. What was that all about? Daisuke decided to dismiss it for now. They took their seats at opposite ends of the table. Satoshi took the first bite.
"Niwa, this is really good."
"You think so? I don't think I got the sauce quite right. It tastes a little flat. If you add some salt it might taste better."
Taking his own advice, Daisuke added some salt to his own bowl.
"I think it tastes just fine. Where did you learn to cook like this?"
Daisuke froze with his spoon halfway up too his mouth. He set it back down.
"……my mom," Daisuke said sadly.
Satoshi realized what he had said to upset him.
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"No. Don't be. She was great at cooking. I always helped her out when I could. If I went out to steal something, Towa would fill in for me, and a hot meal would be ready for me when I got home.
I wish I had someone to do that for me. But I never did.
"Satoshi, what about your parents?"
Ok. There's the small chapter I apologized for. I will get the next chapter up, the frickn' long one, as soon as I get 25 reviews, even if they are from repeated reviewers.
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