038 – Sick and Tired
Living on one's own, Daisuke contemplated, wasn't half as much fun as he'd first imagined.
Sure, parts were still good…like being able to screw around with Takeru without the constant threat of intruding family members was quite nice…the lack of bitchy sisters had it's upside too.
It's just, well, Daisuke found that there was so much work nvolved. Between balancing two jobs (he worked at a ramen place, and a CD store) and only arriving home in time to kiss Takeru on the cheek as he headed out the door to his own job or college or whatever, it all sorta sucked.
The money didn't go far either, it hadn't taken long for daydreams of luxury vacations and penthouse apartments to fly out the window. There was rent and bills and fees and things that just seemed so pointless and when it came right down to it, Dais really had no idea.
He was doing so many more chores as well, he had to cook and clean (badly, but he tried), he had to tidy and pay bills and everything was just such a drag.
He could go on about it all day too, he'd tried a few times, but everyone on the other end of the conversation had either left or found some way to shut him up. Miyako had talked about it with him one day, started babbling about a root problem and all this psycho-bullshit.
They found it though, the root problem and all, because Miyako had pushed and bitched and nagged and really, he hardly saw Takeru anymore, and maybe he was worried, and -
- It just wasn't what he'd expected…that's all.
Next up: 039 - See me