x-Trusting a touch-x - a short Satoshi x Risa story
"Wheee!! I can't believe we're actually on our way to America! The coasts here really are as awesome as they say it is!" Risa squealed, as she peered out of the airoplane over sandy, smooth beaches that stretched for miles... "I'm so glad that this years school trip was one abroad!! WHEEEE!"
"Harada-san. I'm trying to sleep..." Satoshi sighed, pushing her arm a little in an attempt to shut her up. "Do you mind?"
"No! Oh look at that!!!" Risa gasped, widening her eyes at the beautiful views out of the window.
"Harada-san. You're beginning to annoy me."
"Meh... why do we always get sat next to eachother on these trips?" Risa moaned. Then she turned to smirk at Satoshi. "Actually... I get travel sick... if you're not careful I might be sick on you..." He took a paper bag out of the netting in the back of the seats in front of them and handed it to her.
"If you're feeling ill, you better take this."
"Naaahhh... I'll be fine! Trust m-" He stuffed the bag into her hand, then closed his eyes to try to get some sleep. "Oh, thats just great. You're being so boring you know, Satoshi-san."
"I don't care," He grunted. "I'm tired."
"No, you're just a boring person alltogether!" Risa snapped. "Ugh! You're not even hot!! I was hoping to at least get a half decent looking guy to sit next to so that both the views out of the plane and in the plane were good but nooo... and last time we went on a trip like this, you fell on me while you were sleeping!"
"So? I wouldn't make a big fuss if you fell on me."
"You... wouldn't?" Said Risa, blinking.
"Nope," Satoshi yawned. "Why don't you try to get some sleep too?"
"Hmph. You're just saying that to keep me quiet, but I'm not falling for it."
"Suits yourself..." Satoshi replied, folding his arms and letting his limp blue fringe flop over his closed eyes. Within a few minutes, he was asleep.
"Hey, Risa!! Nows your chance!! Hug him while he's asleep!" giggled her friend Ristuko, who was sat in the seat behind Satoshi. Risa shook her head.
"Why the hell would I do something like that?!"
"Go on, Risa! I dare ya!"
"You girls are so immature!!" Risa sighed with a flick of her hair. As if she wasn't...
"Oh go ooon... doesn't he just look so adorable when he's sleeping like that? Eeeep!" squealed the girl sitting behind Risa. She turned to give Satoshi's anonymous fangirl a glare.
"We've been through this before! Dark is the only man good enough for me...!! I-" Risa was interupted by Satoshi speaking in his sleep.
"No! Stop it!" He cried, accidently hitting Risa. She just growled and took it... after all, to be fair, he was asleep and he wouldn't have meant to hurt her. Even so, the fangirls behind him squealed some more.
"Ooooo... I wonder who he's dreaming about?" Ritsuko giggled. Risa forced a smile just to keep her friends happy. This gave her the chance to look at Satoshi a little closer while her friends were discussing this and their eyes weren't on her and her blue haired seat partner. His face was so pale... yet somehow... it was beautiful. So troubled though... a frown lay across his forehead, along with tight shut eyes. She often insulted Satoshi... but it was now that she wondered... with all those things that she didn't know about him behind those deep, secretive eyes...
...did she ever have the right to...?
Suddenly, she noticed that something wasn't right about him. At first, she just felt it. As soon as she had, she held onto his shoulders to shake him and hopefully wake him up, but the moment she touched him, she found that he was freezing.
"Risa-chan...? What are you doing?" Ritsuko asked, now a tone of concern in her voice.
"Ri-Ritsuko!! S-somethings not right about Hiwata-" She was stopped in her tracks by the feeling of his temperature dropping further. Her gentle hold on his shoulders turned into a grip and she suddenly found herself worrying. "Hiwatari-kun... w-wake up..." She stammered quietly. Nothing. Her heart began to beat unevenly as she waited for some response... a twitch... anything. "Hiwatari-kun, please...!" She said, shaking him a little more.
"What is wrong with you, Risa?! He's just trying to sleep! Leave him alone!" Ritsuko snapped. But when no reply from him came still, Risa felt her heart jump and she touched his hand in panic.
To her relief, Satoshi's blurry sea-blue eyes looked right back up into hers, the frown still present across his forehead after just waking up. "Harada-san... please. Would you mind giving me a bit of space...?"
It was only now that Risa realised how close she'd gotten to him. She really must have been worried. Without hesitation, she jumped off him, her warm hand leaving his. "Oh, umm- s-sorry. But I was shaking you... you weren't moving and I thought that...-"
"I'm a very heavy sleeper..." Satoshi told her. She quickly looked down at her feet and nodded. Well, this was awkward...
Risa let Satoshi sleep the rest of the way, or what was left of it. Very soon, they were in California, and were flooding out of the plane. Once they were all off and waiting for their luggage to be picked up, Risa wandered over to Satoshi.
"H-hey..." She stammered, with a very serious tone in her voice. She wanted to ask him something, but her pride wouldn't let her. It was hard, because she wanted to hate him... so badly. But she still couldn't help worrying... "A-are you okay?"
He looked back at her and turned to face her for the first time. "Yeah."
"Well... are you sure?" Risa asked, hesitantly. She noticed the confusion in his eyes and too a deep breath. "You were... tossing and turning in your sleep. And you shouted too... then you just went..." There was a pause whilst she shrugged. "As cold as death."
"Hm. Nightmares... thats all that happened. I was probably just having a bad dream..." He told her. Risa gave a him a nod and turned to walk off, but she felt a had on her shoulder, stopping her. The way he touched her shoulder... there wasn't a single word in the world that she could have used to explain it. A touch so sincere, yet so soft... "Harada-san. I don't believe I have convinced you. I'll be just fine... don't you worry."
And on that note, he walked off. She could have kept worrying. She could have let that feeling that something was wrong with her classmate eat away at her. But... she trusted him. Even though he was just another classmate who she hardly knew.
...Afterall, how could someone not trust the soft, re-assuring touch of an angel?