Omoshiro-kunai Desu…
面白くないです。
Satoshi hadn't gone to school the whole week. Which meant Daisuke was taking Satoshi his work every day after school. Which also meant that Daisuke got to see how Satoshi was deteriorating.
Satoshi's eyes had grown extremely dark and dull- there wasn't even any real emotion in them that had to be covered up. Satoshi just seemed to be. That was it. There was no rhyme or reason to him anymore, it seemed.
Daisuke was kind of afraid that Satoshi wouldn't be well enough for the trip, but whenever Daisuke mentioned anything, Satoshi just brushed it off saying he was fine and that it was just a cold as he printed out maps and local information about London, England.
Overall, the week went pretty slow for Daisuke, who was anticipating the trip to England with a little dread. After all, he was going to be alone with Satoshi in a foreign country on another continent when he just kind-of knew how to speak their language trying to steal a necklace in unfamiliar territory and then having no plan as of yet on how to get back to Japan.
Kosuke had talked to Emiko, and finally she was forced to agree to the idea of her son going to England with their clan's sworn enemy. That being after a good many fights broke out… So now Emiko was packing for Daisuke, making sure he had good clothes, a way to wash them, coats, scarves, soap, other toiletries, and even mace. "Just in case that Hikari boy tries anything," she had said when he stared at her like she had three heads. Of course, her explanation caused her son to slap his hand to his forehead before trying to convince Emiko that Satoshi was, indeed, not going to do anything.
Satoshi had gone ahead and paid to get 20 0000 yen converted to pounds. It was probably a surplus amount, but hey… They might actually need a lot. And he was also going to take a good amount of yen in case they needed more money.
He paid for the fast delivery of the money, so on Thursday he walked to the bank to retrieve the money. Now they were set for England.
Only, Daisuke had to get up at about 4:00 a.m. Saturday. Satoshi didn't have that much of a problem. Satoshi just wouldn't sleep that night. It wasn't worth going to sleep for 3 or 4 hours, after all.
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Saturday, 4:00 a.m.- Daisuke got up whining about how the sun wasn't even up yet. Dark yelled at the redhead, also thinking that it was just too early to be disturbed. Daisuke snapped back, but it fell on deaf ears, so Daisuke let it drop and he headed for the shower. After that, he slipped into the bath for about 15 minutes, trying to rest up as much as he could. Satoshi was up and about, typing a few last things on his computer.
Coincidentally, the two left their respective houses at the same time- 4:45 a.m. Daisuke went with his family, as Emiko and Daiki just didn't want to stop fussing about him, making sure he had everything, making sure his passport was safe and with him, making sure that he had enough stuff to do on the plane… Frankly, Daisuke felt about ready to smash his mother's and grandfather's heads together. Isn't he just a bright little ray of sunshine in the very early morning?
Satoshi just called a cab, and while Satoshi was nice and calm and collected, the driver seemed a bit… Well… Unaccommodating to say the least. He was snappy and looked as if he wanted to just fling himself back into his warm bed back at home with nice, fluffy, warm comforters held protectively at his chin. Satoshi chose to ignore him.
They arrived at different times, though. Satoshi was first. After all, he wasn't the one with the family that made him miss the train and end up having to call a cab as well. Satoshi went through security all right. He had no carry-on.
Satoshi just waited for Daisuke in the boarding area reading a book, as it was now 5:30. They had already started the boarding process, but no one was getting on the plane just yet. Daisuke tumbled into the area at about 5:40, lugging a carry-on bag that was just under the maximum size. His family had seen him off at security, as they didn't have a ticket and couldn't go past that point.
Satoshi looked at Daisuke as he stumbled near, holding his ticket in his hand.
"Satoshi! Sorry I'm late! I missed the train a-"
"It's okay… The plane hasn't taken off," Satoshi cut Daisuke off before the redhead started into a long rant about whatever had happened to make him late.
"Oh… Okay," Daisuke said as a lady over the speaker said something in English. Some other lady translated it into Japanese right after.
"Seats number 45-50 please board the plane…" They repeated. Daisuke stood awkwardly in front of Satoshi, knowing that if he sat down, he would just have to get up again. Satoshi just went back to reading his book.
After about 15 minutes, the redhead and commander were called to board their seats. Satoshi had booked them seats 12 A and B, so they could sit together and not be uncomfortable. Satoshi got the window seat. Daisuke, the lucky dog, got to sit next to some strange lady that had immediately taken a disliking to the redhead once she laid eyes on him… That stare… It was just so… Icy-hot. Cold enough to freeze any action, hot enough to burn you from even attempting to talk to her. She had the aisle seat, and Daisuke assumed that he wasn't going to be getting up on this trip…
Satoshi leaned his head against the side of the plane, eyes closing as two flight attendants went over the safety procedures in both English and Japanese. Daisuke, the little goof, paid absolute attention to this.
The plane took off, and Daisuke was already on the verge of tears for his circumstances. Satoshi just fell asleep.
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The two arrived in England, Satoshi awake and actually moving, as he had been woken up about halfway into the flight by a girl going into hysterics just behind him. Apparently, she had been given medicine to calm her down, but it wore off… Not that he responded right away, anyways. He dazed out the window for the rest of the flight. Daisuke on the other hand had been jolted out of a daze of self-pity. He got the whole story from the parents behind them trying to find something to calm the poor girl down.
Poor Daisuke's trials included having to go to the bathroom about 5 hours into the flight, but being too scared to ask the lady to move until his bladder felt ready to explode. She glared at him and sat there for about 2 minutes, apparently think whether she should let him pass… But eventually let him go… Lucky for Daisuke. And for her, for that matter. But once he got back, she wouldn't let him get up again.
Also, breakfast was served near the end of the flight, and Daisuke felt about ready to die for lack of food. Satoshi ignored the crappy airline food… But then again, he never ate properly, and flying on a plane doesn't help the appetite. Not one bit.
There was no end to the boredom and inssuferability of that flight… But at least it was over. Now they were in England, and the could check into their hotel… And finally have some well-earned sleep.
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They hailed a cab and Satoshi said, in good English, "To the Hamilton Hotel, please."
"Right," the cabby said as the two climbed in. "Shouldn't you two be with your parents?" he asked, turning to get a good look at them.
"No. Now please take us to the hotel," Satoshi replied rather icily.
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They arrived at the hotel, and Satoshi paid the rather flustered cabdriver his wares as Daisuke bounded up to the door. Satoshi soon joined him and they entered, heading for the front desk. They checked in and a bellboy took them up to their room.
"Here you are, then… Would you be needing anything else, sirs?"
"No, thank you," Daisuke replied before Satoshi got all icy on this guy's arse.
"Right. Just ring if you need anything. Good day," the bellboy said as he bowed slightly and left. Daisuke bowed back out of habit.
Daisuke turned around and gaped at the room. "It's so big!" he exclaimed while Satoshi just nodded and pulled his suitcase over to a cupboard. But then… "Satoshi… Wasn't this supposed to be a two-bed room?"
"They were all booked," was the nonchalant reply.
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Daisuke and Satoshi fell asleep for a little while. They needed some actually sleep after riding in a very uncomfortable plane with very little moving space and very little leg room. Daisuke was still ruffled by the fact that Satoshi had booked a one-bed room… But he got over it soon enough and even cuddled a bit with Satoshi. Ah, the cuteness of it all.
Satoshi, of course, woke up first, but dazed for his usual half hour, so really, Daisuke, who woke up 15 minutes-or-so after Satoshi, was the first one conscious. Daisuke still wasn't comfortable with Satoshi's little creepy daze thing, so he busied himself with rummaging through his luggage and pulling out various items. Like the mace… And a "creep stick".
"Gees, mom… He's not going to try to kill me…"
'How do you know that,' Aw, darn… That pesky little phantom thief was back.
'Dark! You're awake. I almost forgot about you.'
'I feel loved. How could you forget about me?' Daisuke put away the mace and creep stick.
'Yeah, seriously…' Daisuke said as he pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
'Hey! Is that an insult?' Dark asked as he peaked at what Daisuke was doing.
'So when do you want to survey the museum?' Daisuke asked, closing his suitcase and setting the clothes on top.
'You have a habit of changing the subject, don't you? Fine. I think today, after Creepy wakes up,' Dark yawned, mentally leaning back in a relaxed pose.
'Why do you and Mom think he's a creep?' Daisuke just couldn't understand it.
''Cause he is,' Dark said before falling back to the recesses of Daisuke's mind.
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A/N: Before I get complaints, I must say this- At least you got this chapter BEFORE NaNoWriMo, and not after. XD
Yeah. So don't expect to see me again for another month… I'm sorry to say, but I shall be devoting every moment I have to writing a wonderful 50,000-word novel. And guessit! I'm gonna start a new fanfic. Hooray. Oh, and don't worry. I'm not forgetting this one. I won't be able to get rid of the ending from now on… so I have to write it. And that means I have to finish this.
Ha. So I shouldn't try and make sense. I mean, I haven't made sense for the last 15.5 years of my life. Why should I start now?
Have a Happy Thanksgiving to my dear American friends, as I will not be able to tell you when it actually comes around.
Oh… And sorry, my dear Brits… I don't know much about London, so don't kill me!
Our football team didn't make it to the playoffs… -cries in the corner-
--Chiisai Hito.