~ Day 18- Dreaming ~
He sat in a very uncomfortable chair. It was made of hard wood and had a back rest that was too low for him. Before him stood a desk that was barely any broader than his hips and it was made from the same ugly wood as his chair. On the desk was a sheet of paper with words printed on it and many empty blanks. The first blank, probably a name, was filled out, though. Yet he didn't know the characters to read it.
Next to him sat a girl with black hair tied up into pigtails. She was sitting in the same wooden arrangement as him and had a pair of large headphones on, tapping her foot to the rhythm. As he looked at her form, blurred by the orange glow of the setting sun, she caught him staring and frowned and turned away.
Maybe this girl was upset with him. He brought up a hand to adjust his neck-warmer, only to find it amiss. Instead, he found himself touching much stiffer cloth. In irritation, he looked down, only to realise that his regular clothing had been replaced with checkered slacks, a green sweater and a white shirt. As he moved his head back up, he caught a glimpse of his hair. It was dark. Why was that?
"-ka! Are you listening?" His eyes met the girl's and he blinked in confusion as she leaned over him with her bag over her shoulder. "I'm heading home", she said when she realised that he was with her again. "You should go, too."
"Yes", he replied after he realised the girl looked at him with worry in her eyes. The voice that had left his mouth was his own, and yet he didn't feel like himself at all. But at the same time, more so than usual. It was a strange feeling.
As the girl turned around with a sigh, she shook her head. "You're even worse than usual today, you idiot", she told him and stretched her back and arms before looking at him over her shoulder. "Well, aren't you packing up? I'm not going to wait forever."
Although he was confused, he did as the girl told him, feeling a dizzy sensation as he ducked his head to get the bag resting against the desk. Almost everything was in his bag now, except for the sheet with the strange name on it. He just knew that it wasn't his.
"God, you're slow", the girl said as he stood up and went to stand next to her, the paper left behind on the table. "But, well, it's not like I wanted to go home with you. It's just that you're so... weird today that there might be something wrong with you."
"I'm fine, Takane", he answered softly and wondered where that had even come from. Was this girl 'Takane'? If she was, then he somehow couldn't help but like her. It was a subconscious feeling of liking her, not really something he wanted or expected to feel. And this girl was someone he had never known, too, so why was he...?
Takane (he'd call her that now) sighed. "Get your ass moving, then", she ordered him angrily and shoved him out of the room's door. As they walked next to each other, his heart fluttered. It was strange. He took her small palm into his large one. She stared up at him with wide eyes. Was this not right? Why wasn't he allowed to hold onto her? Wasn't she leading the way?
After a while, she went with it and smiled lightly. He was okay with this. Her smile was nice. Then, she turned to him and opened her mouth.
"Get up, dinner's ready!"
At that, his eyes snapped open. Food. Food was good. He sat up, not in an uncomfortable wooden chair but in a plush sofa. And there was no black haired girl named Takane there and he could feel the roots of his hair protesting because his ponytail was stuck in his neck-warmer and his collarbone was pleasantly cold, as per usual.
He stared up at the person standing before him. Kido frowned at him. "If you don't get up, I'll give your share to someone else. ... Which is probably enough for everyone", she told him and poked his head with the back of a used plastic spoon.
"What are we having?", he asked innocently as he tagged behind Kido like a lost puppy.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Fried pork and rice. Seto couldn't go shopping yesterday."
He nodded at that. Pork was good, though. He liked meat. But somehow, he wasn't as eager as usual. "I had a dream", he told the leader cryptically as they entered the dinning room, half of the Dan already in their seats.
"It's just a dream, though."
A/N: The last one was totally off because I'm too tired when I'm writing these. I get home too late, I swear. And my mind only gives me gay p0rnz. Yeah.