A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's taking me so long to update. This is the only story I posted that I hadn't written all of the chapters beforehand. -.-; Well, anyway. I hope you all enjoy!


Chapter 3

It would be safe to say that I did not care about anything else that had ever happened before that moment in time. If I had ever been angry at anyone or anything, I no longer remembered who or what it was. All I knew was that I was mad. I don't remember much of the bus station. I remember kicking a rock at Satoshi, not originally meaning for it to jump up and hit his head, but... oh well. It must have been a really big rock, because Satoshi now had quite a gash on his forehead.

I think it was the bus driver that offered to drive us to the nearest motel so we could rent out a room... or two, if I was really that angry, which I was. Despite my foul language and attitude, the driver said that sticking together was the best thing. Apparently there were people in this part of town that "you don't wanna go messin 'round wit". Well, I didn't give a damn about darkness, or monsters, or weird people. I just didn't want to face the ass that had gotten me into this mess. Especially when I found out that we would not only be sharing a motel room, but there was only one bed in said room.

Perhaps that's why I was standing outside that night, gazing up at the stars, trying to calm myself.

It wasn't my fault I got so upset! His excuse was that he was reading (reading!) and that's why he didn't wake me up OR notice that we had missed our stop. What kind of crap is that?

I sighed, choking back tears. When had I developed such a low tolerance level? Since when was I so prone to being upset, or depressed, or angry? It was begining to get annoying actually. I didn't like this new me. I never liked this new me. I missed my old self, who never hurt anyone. Looking up at the stars that night, the thought crossed my mind: The old me that Dark loved.

But Dark never loved me. I was sure of it. He had cared for me, and he hadn't wanted to see me hurt, but he never loved me...

There was a horrible pain in my heart, and I let one tear slide down my cheek. I angrily kicked a nearby pebble and cursed. Stupid heart. Why was I so obsessed with him? Just because he was my first love... The first love is never the last. So why can't I stop thinking about him? Because I'm retarded. No, I'm not retarded. I'm sad.

Giving up, I sat down on the curb. I shivered, realizing that my clothes were still wet from this morning. I flared when the thoughts of this morning led back to Satoshi. He hadn't woken me up, and I had fallen asleep for the entire day. Do buses run the entire day? What if he payed the bus driver just to drive around town and bring me here, just so he could laugh at my pain? Bastard...

I was being unreasonable, I knew it, but I was angry. I needed to vent on someone.

I heard the door to room 10 open, and instantly I felt his eyes glaring at me. Instead of snapping at him, or being mean, I felt myself crumble. I brought my knees to my chest and shut my eyes tight, wanting nothing more than for him to stop looking at me. I hated how just one stare could make me feel more inferior than a worm.

"Go away," I mumbled. I didn't sound very demanding or angry. I guessed I was tired.

Satoshi just sat down next to me. I buried my face in my arms, not wanting him to see the tear streaks on my cheeks. I heard him sigh softly.

"Nice night." I was surprised when he spoke. "Reminds me of Middle School." At that, I felt my heart rip open again.

"What is it with you and making my life a living hell?" I said, my words muffled.

Satoshi paused. Several times, I heard him inhale, as if he was going to speak, but he would always hold his breath, then exhale heavily, conjuring nothing. We sat still for a very, very long time.

"Dark! Why are you running from me?"

I felt myself being held by strong arms. I hugged my love closer, never wanting to let go. He was surprised, and he didn't really know what to do. I felt him moving away, but I didn't want him to go.

"Dark, please don't avoid me! I love you!"

His lips tasted nice when I kissed him. So soft and gentle. I couldn't even breathe...

At last, Satoshi stood, and I heard him yawn. I gasped at the pain sweeling in my heart, but was thankful that he didn't hear me. Shivering again, I pulled myself into an even tighter ball. Then Satoshi did something I never really thought he would do. He suddenly became a gentleman.

"I'll sleep on the couch," he said. "You can have the bed. In the morning, we'll catch a bus back into town." He paused again, sorting things out. I felt him looking at me. It was such an irritable feeling. "You're going to catch a cold if you stay in those clothes." I felt something large being draped around my shoulders. It was almost familiar in a way, and I inhaled the smell of fresh cotton. "There are bathrobes in the bathroom. I... uhh... You can take a warm shower and dry your clothes..."

I slowly relaxed, letting go of my legs. I looked up to face him, and gave a small smile. I know it doesn't seem like much, but it was the only thing I could muster. I almost rehid myself once I saw his bandaged wound.

"Thanks." Was all I could say.

Satoshi coughed, uncomfortable. He just shrugged and nodded. "Yes. Well then... goodnight." He entered the room, but left the door slightly ajar.

There was something strange about this whole ordeal. I mean... not only were the two of us lost and seemingly pissed at each other, but there was just something more. I couldn't explain it as I drifted off to sleep that night. It was almost like a feeling of... safety.

No, I thought to myself. I hate this. I hate him. I hate my life. When we get back to town, I'm heading on a plane to America and that way I'll never have to speak to him again. Which I will be fine with.


A/N: Is rehid even a word? (pauses) Well, now it is. :P Review please!