~Transfer student~



I couldn’t believe it. That day changed my entire life.  It started like an ode nary day when I was taking the subway to school. It was crowded like always. People ho were pushing me one way and others to the other way. I was byssi whit looking out of the window on the door when I felt someone pushing me towards it. It didn’t bother me at all, but it was then I heard his voce…

“Pleas stoop!” Daisuke turned around in the crowded plays. He was pushed backwards boy a blond boy. The boy grabbed his blue school uniform. “Pleas stoop!” the blond boy was leading his head on Daisuke’s left shoulder. “Pleas stoop!” His voce was chaiking like his entire body. Daisuke looked at him while he raised his head. The blond boy hade tears in his blue eyes and he was blushing. “Pleas stoop!” the boy moaned silence towards Daisuke’s neck. Daisuke notes it. The hand ho was inside the boys paints. A molester. He thought. Why wasn’t the boy screaming? “Pleas stoop!” Daisuke didn’t understand what the boy was saying. But he assumed it wasn’t like he wanted more. He was begging for help. Why him. Of all the people he was the one. The train slowed down and stooped by the platform. Daisuke grabbed the blond boy’s wrist and dragged him out of the train. Daisuke did not stoop walking but walked right for the rest rooms. He hoped that the molester didn’t fallow them. When they went in to the toilet Daisuke let go the blond boy’s wrist. “Why did you not scream?” He sad whit out turning around. He didn’t get an answer. He turned around and faced the boy. The blond boy held his hand around his wrist and looked down on the floor. “Arigato”. He said wail crying. Daisuke notes that the boy really didn’t understand him at all. He looked at him. He was wearing the same uniform. “Why did you not scream?” he screamed on English. The blond boy looked up. “I… I couldn’t.” Daisuke was furriest. “Why the hell are you talking abut. Just to scream isn’t that hard. The boy sat down on the floor. “I was too scared.” He was looking down again. Daisuke was so angry that he was abute to slap him when he heard the door opened. In a second he had grabbed the boy and dragged him in one of the toilet bosses.
Dam! He thought. We are in the ladies rest rooms. Daisuke was holding his hand over the blond boy’s mouth. He was pressing him against the wall. He knows that if they would be found there they would be a hell. Security and all. The blond boy was struggling and Daisuke knows that he only had one change to make him stoop. The taste of salt tears was not what he expected when he kissed him. As soon that the girls had left, Daisuke left the boy and ran out of the rest room as fast as he possible could.


Daisuke was sitting by his desk and looking out the window. Dam! He thought. He touched his lips whit his fingers. He could still taste the salt tears. Dam! He rubbed his fingers true his black short hair. This day has just been weird. Daisuke was so angry that he didn’t hear the bell ringing and the teacher ho came in. “Good morning!” There teacher said and placed his books on his desk. “To day we have a transfer student here.” He said and a boy walked in the class room. “This is Antonsson Tom.” The entire class was steering at him. Daisuke waked up from his mind and looked at the front of the class room. There he was. The blond boy from before. On the board behind him his name was written. “He is from Sweden and he doesn’t know much Japanese yet, so be nice towards him.” Daisuke was in shock. He couldn’t believe it. He was in the same class. “Pleas take a seat in the empty desk in the back.” There teacher said while he was pushing up his round glasses. Tom walked down the class room and sat down by his seat. Daisuke couldn’t take his eyes from him. No way. He thought. Why was he have to be in my class? And more to it, why was he had to have the empty bench beside me? Daisuke thought that his life was unfair. There teacher was starting to talk abut history. He write down some notes on the board and then he putted down the pen. He let his fingers true his brown short hair. He always did that when he was concentrated. Daisuke was angry and dragged his eyes from the blond boy and looked at his teacher. Blaming him for this. He meat his teachers eyes and gave him the murder steer. His teacher looking back at his younger brother. “What did I do now? He thought. He sighted and started to write again on the board. Difficult little brother of mine. The thought…