Across from the always-in-a-brown-suit Mr. Tanaka's desk, was the guy I was to be showing around. He had red hair (keeping in mind this is an anime story) with blazing green eyes. He had on a white button down shirt, blue pants, a chain belt, black sneakers, and a black spiked bracelet. As I looked at him, I searched into his future for when he would die, for defense for later, just in case. But, when I got there, there was nothing. This either meant one of the two things. One: his path has not been decided yet, therefore can not determine when or how he will die. Or two: he will never die, but live forever. "Hey, my name's Daisuke Yamamoto." he said holding out his hand. I didn't reach for it "Hello, Daisuke. Shall we begin the tour?" I asked, but didn't wait for an answer as I turned around. "H-hey wait up!" he said, and jogged over to walk next to me as we left Mr. Tanaka's office. As we walked I explained to him all of the small and large routes he could take to other places, where important rooms were, where less important rooms were, you know the drill. About half way through the tour he stopped. "What is it?" I asked. "Why do all the people we pass glare at you?" he asked. I sighed at how naive he was "Well, apparantly, I'm the one person everyboy picks on. All because I'm the very last dark mage." I told him. "But, I thought the last dark mage was born almost 800 years ago." he said, bewildered. "Exactly! Well, sort of, 818 years ago to be exact." I said. "But, how have you been able to live so long?" he asked. "Dark mage's stop aging when they turn 18. Wait, don't you know? I geuss the world's changed a lot the time I've been here." I said. "How long have you been working here?" he asked. "Approximatly 803 years." I said. "That means you joined around the time you were 15." he said. "Bingo! But, enough about me, we have to continue the tour." I said, he nodded and listened while I told him everything. When we eventually ended the tour at my dorm room door, he asked me where his room was. "Well, what's your room number?" I asked. "902." he said. "That's my room number." I said flatly. "So, that means we're in the same dorm???" he asked. "For now. It's a one bedroom place, they're gunna have to move you at some point." I said. "Oh, yeah, you're right." he said. "Where are your bags?" I asked "Oh, Mr. Tanaka said he'd have them teleported to the room I was going to stay in." he said. I opened the door, and sure enough, there were bags on the floor. "Those yours?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay, step in and don't trip over anything." I said. "You're really nonchalant about all this being roomed together with a guy." he said. "I don't really care, as long as your not a pervert. I'm mostly worried about you. I think by you being in the same room as me, I've ruined your chances of not being picked on." I told him. "What do you mean?" he asked, flopping down on the black bed. "I mean, more than likely, you'll want to die from all the abuse. You know, unless you're lucky and they pity and sympathize you instead." I said. "That's....kind of a downer." he said. "It sure is. Now move over, I need to sleep." I said, getting under the covers of my bed after taking the boots off. "But, it's still day." he said. "Man, you're talkative." I mumbled, and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I saw Daisuke shirtless and staring at the moon. I had to nearly slap myself to stop blushing. "What are you looking at?" I asked. "Oh, you're awake. Just the moon." he replied. I got out of bed and stood next to him "You mind putting a shirt on?" I asked, although I secretly didn't mind. He blushed "Oh, uh, sorry" he said and slipped on a shirt from one of his open suit cases. "Aren't you going to sleep?" I asked. "Um, I did." he said, blushing harder. "Where?" I asked, blushing, although I kind of already knew where. "Um, on the bed." he said. Than, I had a mental picture of him slipping under the sheets next to me, and blushed even harder. "You could've just woken me up so I could sleep over here by the window." I said. "I......didn't want to." he confessed. We've been avoiding eeahcother's eyes, and when we looked at eachother now, both our faces lit up like christmas lights. Before I could look away, he stood up, and cupped my face in his hands "I think...this is the first time...I saw a real...emotion on your face." he said. "L-let me go!" I said, and pushed him away. "S-sorry." he said. "Look, it's better that you stay away from me. Not just for me, but for you too." I said, and left the room before he could respond.
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