Back again. Don't worry, I TOTALLY ship Satoshi x Naomi, it's just at the moment Satoshis feeling... Strange. Enjoy, and leave a review!
Ayumi filtered through the various books and music sheets, perched carefully on the edge of Yoshikis couch. She was trying to at least tidy some of the things in his tiny flat. It was getting worn with age, and Ayumi did wonder why he didn't buy a new one. Money wasn't the case, since she had noticed that several things in his flat were relatively new. A while ago, Ayumi would of thought that it would be rude to ask but now they were closer, she felt more confident.
"You got some new stuff," Ayumi commented, sliding her hand across the table. Yoshiki nodded, happy to see that she was noticing even small changes. That was one of the reasons why he liked the class representative
"But then why have you not gotten rid of this couch?" she inquired, curiosity getting the better of her as it did so often. Hinoe and her parents had lectured her more than once on not letting curiousity control her, especially when it came to dangerous places and spirits. As a child she had always got in trouble for being extremely..."nosey"
"Too many memories!" was the easy answer in his opinion. Goodness knows how many times he and Satoshi had sat on that couch, playing video games on his play station. He had sat there with his sister Miki, and chatted to her about countless things, that he had enjoyed. And also, the time Ayumi had the vision, and they both slept on the couch with their hands entwined. He couldn't help but smile at each fond memory, and that's why he had decided to keep it.
Although the new stuff aside, Ayumi still thought the flat needed a bit more...warm feel to it. Sure it was nice to live in but it didn't feel homey, to her, considering she lived in a house with much more of that feel to it. She glanced up at Yoshiki, who was stacking some more music books in the corner of the room, taking time to file them in his order of favourite. His muscles in his broad shoulders and back flexed as he leaned over, making Ayumi realise just how strong he was. In a lot of ways, she noticed, Yoshiki was quite the opposite to her previous crush, Satoshi. Satoshi had big, round chocolate brown eyes and cute cheeks that always had a slight tinge of peach pink on them, where as Yoshiki, and she had noticed often before, had high, slanted check bones, sharp grey-blue eyes, and was quite pale. She shook her head, trying to get the handsome images of Yoshiki out of her head.
"How much money have you got?" Ayumi asked, glancing out from the hall way, trying not to sound nosey.
"Well, I've been saving," Yoshiki replied uncertainly, wondering why Ayumi would possibly want to know this. "And my pay has almost tripled actually, thanks for me working night shifts and over time."
Ayumi grinned, fumbling in her bag for her purse. Yes she had it, and combined with some of Yoshikis savings...there would enough.
"What are you planning?" peering at her plotting face.
"Don't forget your wallet," she began striding out of his flat, "were going... SHOPPING!"
Shopping? What the hell was Ayumi planning? He didn't have long to think, Ayumi was dragging him out of the door by his hands. Quickly, he grabbed his leather wallet and the keys, locked the door and followed Ayumi, who was waiting impatiently outside the flat, tapping her foot on the solid oak floor boards.
The light was too bright for Satoshi. Damn it Yuka, why did you have to turn it on so early? Putting a hand on his eyes to shield the light, he slowly opened his tired eyes and peered through the small gaps between his fingers. Wait...this wasn't his room! His room was blue but this one had beige walls with strange objects everywhere. He spotted a large window with cotton blinds, and next to it a large white bookshelf filled with various bottles and boxes. His bed felt small and the bedding, which was usually soft and navy, were scratchy and snow shite. Where was he?
"Uhhhhhhg.." mumbled Satoshi, his eyes now used to the yellowish light.
"OH MY GOD YOUR AWAKE!" Cried a familiar female voice. Suddenly he felt arms around him and small sobs coming from the shocked person. He instantly knew who it was, and on impulse, pulled her closer. He could feel his steady heart best against her rapidly beating one, and felt warm and squishy inside.
"Naomi," began Satoshi "thanks, but what was that for?" Naomi quickly sat down blushing strawberry red, back next to Yuka who was watching enviously, her fists wrapped around a small glad bottle.
"Yuka found you unconscious in your room, and you were barely breathing!" Naomi exclaimed, a happy smile forming on her previously shocked face., "you've been out for over a week!"
Satoshi tried to remember what he had last done. What scared this was the fact he simply couldn't remember at all! Ugh what was wrong with him? First the spooky dreams, then the painful headaches and now, he seemed to have been hospitalised! Yuka rudely pushed Naomi away, wanting all of Satoshi's wandering attention. She handed him the sea blue scented beads proudly, telling him how special they were. Naomi sat back, slightly taken aback by Yukas rash gesture, but let it go. Yuka was his sister after all, so why did she feel so put out?
"Yuka, can you get mum and dad for me please?" requested Satoshi, now sitting up on the rickety hospital bed.
"Daddy's at work, but mummy is with the doctor outside. I'll get her now."'she skidded rapidly out of the room, eager to help her sick brother. Mother would be super happy to see Satoshi awake again, since she had been worried sick, Yuka thought.
"I'm sorry to have caused all this crazy chaos," Satoshi said, clearly quite embarrassed to have caused a stir.
"No, don't worry," reassured Naomi beaming, just as Satoshis mother walked through the door, looking very pleased with her son's unexpected recovery. Naomi watched from the edge of the room as Yuka and Satoshi's mother fussed over him, like he was some sort of doll. He wasn't really listening to them, he was still looking at Naomi' sweet brown eyes and pretty face. She was defiantly super beautiful...much more then Ayumi was or anyother girl he knew. Naomi caught his eye, and he nervously .ooked away, feeling a little hot inside. He loved Naomi, and he didn't think she'd ever return his feelings. Naomi was disappointed that Satoshi had quickly looked away. He obviously didn't feel the same way she did towards him. He would never like a girl like her with tom boyish hair and embarrassingly large features...no way.
"Mrs Mochida, I think I better go," Naomi finally said, grabbing her bag from the nearby wooden coat stand. Satoshis mother gave her a permissional nod, smiling at the ready girl.
"Give my regards to your mother, dear," she said, sitting down in the seat Naomi had sat on earlier. Naomi waved as she left the small hospital room, plastering on a fake smile as she shut the door. In reality, Satoshi wasn't glad she had come to visit, she thought, and she obviously been an inconvenience to him and his perfect family...
Satoshi smiled, looking up at his family. He loved them most in all the world, but really, he would much rather have Naomi by his. side...
He watched her figure walk by the window, her eyes fiercely fixed on the floor, and let his heart drop through the ground.
"Green? No too...abstract..maybe a lighter huge like...lilac? Or yellow?"
A while back Ayumi had dragged a confused Yoshiki all the way to town, to a large D.I.Y store on the edge of a busy road. She was in the paint isles, her eyes sparkling at the vast array of matte colours they had to offer on the shelves. Yoshiki rolled his eyes, exasperated. All girls were like this, obsessed with shopping, it was ridiculous. He still had no idea what Ayumi was doing, but had decided not to argue with her.
"Do you prefer 'flashy white' or 'brilliant beige'? Though 'Autumn red leaves' is super stylish too..."
"Ayumi," he muttered, pulling her swiftly away from the towering shelves "Why did we have to come here?"
Ayumi giggled, pulling several tins of paint from a row, shoving them into Yoshikis outstretched arms.
"I decided to make your flat more homey!" Ayumi explained, strolling up the next isle "we are going to start with colour..." Yoshiki sighed, cursing her under his breath, how much was this going to cost. But fair to her, the colours on the floors and walls were fairly basic, and maybe did need a bit of brightening up. She was in her element now, busily comparing different brands and shades, so he reluctantly decided to let her do what she wanted. At the end of their short trip, Ayumi had chosen three different types of paint, and had also picked out several brushes. She wasn't much of a D.I.Y expert, but didn't imagine Yoshiki to be that good either. However she was very creative, so it wouldn't be hard to create a better atmosphere to her. Yoshikis eyes widened at the bill, but didn't mention it to Ayumi who was happily skipping beside him, eyes taking in all surrounding her. He loved it when she was elated, since she made such better company then if she was anxious or stressed, as she often would. That was his only goal at the moment, to make the girl of his dreams happy, every single day, even for just one moment. And so far, it was going to plan.
"Were gonna have such fun!" giggled Ayumi, swaying her plastic bag from side to side.
"Hmph," grunted Yoshiki "and my wallet is crying," Ayumi laughed at his snide comment, jingling her full purse around.
"Don't worry I'll pay you back...if you take me out for dinner tonight!"
Yoshiki let out a frustrated sigh. She was so demanding sometimes.
"fine," he finally agreed, taking her free hand, "But let's call In at yours first. You can collect some stuff and preferably old clothes if your going to help me paint."
Ayumi nodded, crossing to the other side of the road, which want into the other part if town, closer to Ayumis house. She better tell Hinoe where she was going, and hopefully her parents would think she was sleeping over at a friends house...that wasn't exactly a lie. She was about to start a conversation with Yoshiki, but noticed that his eyes were latched on to hers, and they were still holding hands. They'd never made it official, but it was kind of obvious that they both liked each other now, more as friends. She was just going to ask him, but he asked first.
"So.." he stammered, a slight flood of pink flushing his pale cheeks, "Are we like a...couple now?"
Ayumi found her self blushing too, even though she had just been thinking about the same thing.
"I guess..." Ayumi replied, meeting his gaze, blushing even harder. Unexpectedly, Yoshiki stared laughing out loud as if she'd told him the most hilarious joke. "Wha..Why are you laughing?!"
Yoshiki placed a hand on his forehead, like he did when he was perplexed, but he was far from that.
"It's just so weird! At the start of this year you barely knew me. You then hated me, and you'd forever give me long lectures about what an awful person I was. And now... Your saying you want to be with me? It's crazy!"
Ayumi surprised herself by laughing too. She remembered the moment they had met in the corridor after she had saved him from being excluded from the school.
"Haha, it's funny how people change." Ayumi replied lightly, nearing her house. Yoshiki gave her a sideways look, then laughed again.
"Past Ayumi would hate you now!" They both laughed together as Ayumi rang the doorbell of the house, since she had not bought her keys with her. Thankfully it was Hinoe at the door and not her parents.
"Hi Ayumi,"'she said, disappearing into the hallway, "Don't bother coming In. I've got your stuff ready for you." Confused Ayumi stayed outside, still holding hands with a slightly puzzled Yoshiki.
"Thanks," Ayumi said, as Hinoe bundled a bag at Ayumi, beaming broadly.
"I've told dad your staying at a friends house tonight. Be back at 12!" And with that she sut the door abruptly. Ayumi was stunned! How on earth did Hinoe know she was planning to stay over at Yoshikis tonight?