So, now back to Momoka and Fuyuki! Let's see what they're up to, eh?
Momoka yawned and stretched, blinking in the early morning sunlight. She could hear a distant crash of waves against the shore, and could smell something burning. She sat bolt upright.
"Don't worry, Momoka!" Fuyuki exclaimed, walking back through the trees. "I've gathered some driftwood and made a signal fire. I think it's big enough that someone might notice. I know that the kidnappers said they'd be back, but I'd rather try to get off now."
"Well, I'm glad that the fire wasn't anything to worry about," Momoka said. Fuyuki grinned at her.
"What?" Momoka asked, her heart fluttering a little before she managed to calm it down.
"Nice bedhead," Fuyuki chuckled. Momoka blushed madly and clasped her hands over her hair, trying to hide it.
"I'll go try to find some fruit or roots or something to eat," Fuyuki said, still smiling slightly. He walked off.
Desperately finger-combing her hair, Momoka got out of the sleeping roll and surveyed the rest of her. She was still kind of sweaty and gross from yesterday's labors, but for the moment there wasn't much she could do about that.
She did think about changing, but she realized that if the two pairs of clothes she had were supposed to last a week and a half, she wouldn't be able to change whenever she got hot. Sighing, she sat down. At that moment, Fuyuki came back.
"I found some food!" Fuyuki said. It was mostly stereotypical tropical island food, coconuts and such, but it was all things Momoka recognized from meals with her father.
They ate slowly, relishing the small amount of time where they had something specific to do. When they were done, Fuyuki flopped back down on his makeshift bed.
"Tired or bored?" Momoka asked. Fuyuki grinned.
"Both," he answered. He sat up again, stretched, and spoke.
"So, what should we do now? We don't need to worry about food or water, and if we haven't run into any wildlife yet, I don't think we will. So, basically, we've got nothing to do. Any ideas?" he asked. Normally Momoka would be uber-flustered that he was asking her opinion, but her time alone with Fuyuki was already making her less awkward around him.
"Well, I would say we could go swimming, but we don't have suits. At least, I don't think we do. Do we?" she asked. Fuyuki shook his head sadly.
"I can't swim, anyway, remember?" he replied.
"Well, we could still wade in the surf, right? Just roll up our pant legs and walk along the beach?" Momoka suggested. Fuyuki smiled.
"Sounds great, Momoka. Good idea!" he replied, and they began the short walk back to the beach.
Momoka saw Fuyuki's signal fire, still burning tall and steady, and they gave it a wide berth, not wanting to get singed.
They spent the next several hours splashing each other, building sandcastles, laughing, and just running around, stopping only for a quick lunch.
Then the sun started to go down. The sky turned vibrant reds and oranges, and the beach turned a beautiful peach color. A silent, thoughtful mood swept over the pair of them, and they sat side by side, watching the sunset, each utterly silent.
When Momoka stood up and started walking along the beach, Fuyuki followed without a word. By the time the sky had completely darkened, they had managed to walk around the entire perimeter of the small island. For a while they sat near Fuyuki's signal fire, which was starting to die.
Eventually, sounding like he didn't want to break the mood, Fuyuki suggested, "Let's add some fuel to the fire and turn in. It's getting late." Momoka nodded, unusually silent for a change. They gathered dry driftwood from along the nearby beach, and upon tossing it onto the fire, were pleasantly surprised by the vibrant blue-green color the flames took on.
"Cool! That'll be the salts left behind by evaporating sea water!" Fuyuki said excitedly. Momoka, standing just behind him, smiled at him, although he couldn't see her.
"Hey Fuyuki?" Momoka asked.
"What is it, Momoka? Is something wrong?" he asked, turning around. She shook her head.
"Not at all. I just wanted to know, do you want to trade off nights with the sleeping bag? I don't mind," Momoka said. Fuyuki shrugged.
"I don't mind the blanket, really. But I suppose if you really want to, it's all right with me. Are you hungry? It's probably time to break out the provisions," Fuyuki said.
"Dinner sounds good!" Momoka exclaimed, sounding surprised despite herself. She'd been having such a wonderful time that she hadn't noticed when she'd started getting hungry. Fuyuki half-nodded. He knew how she felt.
Slowly, they made their way back to their makeshift campsite, their trail lit by the full moon that was shining brightly overhead, both wishing that the day didn't have to end.