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Gay Sanctum

 

Chapter 2:

 

Tolerance

 

The bell had rang, and now Daisuke was seated in class. This was his Sacramental class that was mandatory for all students to take; this a catholic high school after all. Saehara was in this class with Daisuke and was seated next to him against the window. A few minutes pasted before a little old Belgium man walked through the door. This was Daisuke's religious teacher, Mr. Van hoof. He was deaf, so he had to wear hearing aid, and had a glass eye on his right due to an accident that happened to him when he was very young. He stood at the front of the class for a few moments, then said in a soft tone, “Who has prayer today?”

 

Everyone looked at each other, and then Daisuke raised his hand, “I think it was George's turn, but he isn't here today. Stomach flu.”

 

“Yes, well, I think it's getting around. It's a good thing then that he stayed in his dorm. The stomach flu is the last thing I need at this age,” the old teacher chuckled then instructed the students to take out their Celebrating Sacraments book, and to turn to page 13, “Now, today we will begin to talk about the flesh and blood communication,” he looked over to Daisuke and gave a wink.

 

“The old man knows everything, Daisuke,” whispered Saehara, “What have you been up to?”

 

“Uuh.. nothing.”

 

“To understand,” the teacher began, “how God communicates with us, we need to appreciate something about how we humans communicate with one another ─the fact that our body language and gestures often speak louder than our words,” he paused for a second then looked over to Daisuke again, “Niwa, do you have a story that relates to today's topic?”

 

“Um… no.”

 

“Good, then please read the third paragraph.”

 

“Umm… Body language is not an earthshaking concept, but it does reinforce something we already know: Consciously or unconsciously, our body communicates our feelings. We `speak' with one another through physical expressions, and our nonverbal, or body, messages often speak louder than our verbal messages.”

 

“Yes. So, our smiles, tears, laughter, sighs, touches, looks, open hands of friendships, closed hands of rejection, hugs, etcetera communicate who and what we are to one another. Our human flesh thus expresses our human spirit. Amplifying a message by using flesh-and-body terms is the normal human way of communicating intensely.”

 

(Daisuke's POV)

 

Touches…I'm sure that Dark doesn't mean it in that way. I'm sure he's just trying to get to be really good friends with me, but I can't help but wonder why Dark chooses to express himself through that image. Why did he take me to the back wall where all those other couples were? We had only met a few hours ago, but I guess to him, time doesn't determine the closeness in friends. He's friendlier with me than even Saehara, who I've known since I was five. Now here in my religion class, Mr. Van hoof's topic of discussion is about physical communication. He said he would be saving that for a little later in the course, but I guess not. However, it is physical communication that is said to express what we really feel, so if Dark acts this friendly, what is he implying? Is he trying to send me a nonverbal message?

 

“Niwa, I know how much you love my class, but I can't keep you after class for any reason,” Mr. Van hoof smiled, “You better wake up from the day dream an hurry off to your next class.”

 

I jumped up from my seat, grabbed my backpack, and waved goodbye to Mr. Van hoof as I darted out of the room. I can't believe I dozed off like that, and Saehara didn't even bother to wake me up! But then again, whatever. I have bio next, and I can't wait to learn about alleles and genotypes,I thought to myself in a sarcastic tone.

 

(After school)

 

“Yes! The day is finally over!” Saehara proclaimed.

 

I shrugged as I exchanged books in my locker. “You aren't going to the church again, are you?” Saehara asked.

 

“I have to. The priest needs to me to help him sort out a few things.”

 

“You're there like everyday. I swear; I bet that priest is a pedophile who has malicious intentions. He's probably just waiting for the moment to strike.”

 

“Stop it, Saehara. He's only like twenty. He doesn't like guys. He's totally devoted to God.”

 

“Who's totally devoted to God?”

 

Oh no. I didn't want to turn around. I just knew who was standing behind me. “Daisuke, who's this?” Saehara asked.

 

Dark came from behind my back and said, “I'm Dark, Daisuke's best friend. Nice to meet you.”

 

“What?” Saehara raised a brow, “Best friend? Daisuke and I am best friend.”

 

Dark shook his head and his index finger swayed side to side, “No, Daisuke and I.”

 

Saehara narrowed his eyes at Dark then said, “I'm not going to argue with you. I'll ask Daisuke,” he looked at me, “Daisuke.”

 

“Y…yes?”

 

“Who is you best friend? Me, or Dark?”

 

What would you do in this situation? Saehara and I have been best friends since… forever, and I just met Dark a few hours ago, but he had this dominating look on his face that said pick me or die. “Well, would you look at the time! Father Mario must be waiting for me! Gotta run!”

 

I was out of there faster than ever.

 

(Dark's POV)

 

There went the little red head. To be perfectly honest, I didn't know the kid could run that fast. Especially considering the shortness of his legs. “Hhmp. Don't think that that means we are both Daisuke's best friends. There can only be one best friend, and that's me. I have always been and always will be,” this Saehara kid is really pushy.

 

“Listen kid. What could you do for him anyways? Do you honestly think that you could possibly compare to me?” I knew I sounded conceded, “I can offer him protection. What can you offer him? Especially with those scrawny arms and legs of yours, you're not worth his time.”

 

“What?! Do you honestly think that Daisuke cares about that?! He cares about a friend that will be a good friend to him. He doesn't look for protection in a friend!” with that he stomped off. What an immature child. Now, where did Daisuke say he was going…. The church? There's a church on campus? Damn. This place is huge. I guess I gotta go find him.

 

I walked outside the main building to see if I could get a good view, but nope. I was surrounded by neighboring buildings. They should really include a map with your registration. It would really help. But then again, maybe I could just pull someone aside. I looked around for anyone coming my way, and when I saw this boy running up the stairs, I placed my arm out in front of him and asked, “Do you know where the church is?”

 

The boy stopped running and pointed to the left, “Just keep walking that way. It's towards the left side of the campus. You can't miss it. It's a mediocre size building, but it's secluded.”

 

“Thanks a bunch!” I took of running in that direction. I wanted to see Daisuke even if it was to be the last thing I would do today. That's just how much he means to me.

 

(Daisuke's POV)

 

“Here, take this, Niwa,” the priest handed me a bible, “And place it over there for the readers to read the liturgy of the word.”

 

I walked up a spiral of stairs and placed the book on the podium. “Hey, Fr. Mario, there's another bible already here.”

 

“Oh! Would you take that one down for me? It's an older edition, and so the words are more complex and harder to understand. Even I have a problem with it myself.”

 

I just loved Fr. Mario's accent. His name really isn't Fr. Mario; it's just what we call him, because sounds just like Nintendo's Mario. He even looks a bit like him. “I'm going to take this bible to the nuns' chapel,” he said when I finally brought him the bible.

 

“Ok,” I nodded, and he left.

 

Though it may sound a bit weird to most, I actually enjoy being in this church. It's the only place on this campus that is silent and peaceful. I was once even considering being a priest just so that I could stay in this church, but when I learned that that wasn't going to happen, I gave it up. Then, later I thought, maybe I could be a teacher and teach at this school, but again… my parents had different ideas for my future. They want me to be successful and rich… They want me to find a fitting wife and settle down. They want me to have children and continue the family line, but do I really want all that? When I think about it, I really don't know what I want to do in my life, but having children isn't something I'm looking forwards to.

 

I lightly stroke the wooden pew then sat down. I stared up at the stain glass window then heard the opening and closing of the heavy wooden doors behind me. Maybe Fr. Mario was back? I sighed and closed my eyes. It was so quiet that I could just fall asleep here, but before I could, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Fr. Mario?”

 

I turned around and saw… oh no…, “Dark?”

 

“Yo!”

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“Do you really want to know?” He asked.

 

“Well yeah! Usually my friends don't follow me here.”

 

“I came here to be with you,” his voice was calm and surprisingly soothing, “Just with you,” he knelt down before me, and I scooted to the side.

 

“What? What do you mean?”

 

“That dense?” he asked, “I came here to be with you and you alone. How can you not know what I mean,” he sat next to me, but kept his hands to himself.

 

My entire body was shaking and suddenly the air felt thin. Really thin. I couldn't breath. I needed to get away from Dark. Now! I had an idea of what Dark was implying, but I was hoping it was just an idea and nothing more. Despite it, I was scanning the room, searching for the closest exit; but to make it, I would have to run like never before. However, before I could, Dark grabbed my arm, and whispered, “Don't go.”

 

“I… I,” he was looking into my eyes, and for the first time since I experience my first real roller coaster, I was scared. I wanted to back away, scream, cry, anything that would save me from this monster that fed off my fear.

 

He was making an advancement. His other hand was gliding along my arm; intertwining his fingers with my own. He squeezed my hand tight and crept a little closer. I turned my face away and tried to pry him off by pushing back on his shoulder, but he laid his unoccupied hand on mine, and held it tight. “Lay down,” he pushed me onto the pew, and his weight held me down.

 

“S… stop it,” I'm going to get laid in a church! Oh, please, Father, help me! Send someone!

 

He laid his head next to mine and rubbed his cheek against mine. I began to sweat. I couldn't believe this was happening, and with a guy! I never thought my first would turn out this way. I've always pictured myself with a decent girl in a hotel bedroom, but life tends to take a sudden shift every once in a while. “Stop it!”

 

Suddenly, he stopped. It was as if my words had broken through the licentious barrier that was blocking him from hearing my pleas. Then, he sat up and looked down at me, “You're the cutest thing in the world when teased!” he chuckled.

 

“What was so funny?! I was being harassed!”

 

“No,” he waved his index finger side to side, “I was pretending to harass you to see how you would take it.”

 

I felt rage built up inside me. He's was playing the whole time?! “Why would you do that?!”

 

“Shhh. Keep you voice down. We're in a church. Have some respect, Daisuke,” he stuck his tongue out at me.

 

“Why did you do that?!”

 

“This is an all boy academy. You have to have ways to find out who's gay and who isn't,” Dark winked.

 

I suddenly felt played with. So he was testing me to see if I was queer? Does he do this to everyone he meets? I gave him an evil glare, “Don't ever try that again!” I yelled but whispered, “You scared me half to death!”

 

I pushed him aside, and got off the pew, “And while you're at it, just leave me alone,” I literally marched right out of the church. I was so pissed. Who does he think he is? Does he think he can just pull something like that on someone? Maybe he's the one that's queer! Then it hit me, Wait… maybe Dark is like that… But, he certainly doesn't look it. I walked on and kept thinking to myself. But then again, why does a gay guy look like? I don't think I've ever seen one, or maybe I have. I didn't know what to think. Boys who attended this school are not allowed outside the school gates unless family invited them somewhere. I never really thought about it, but this place can seem like a prison. It guards us from the outside worlds, and imprisons us in until we graduate; which for me is a very long time from now. I've always picture a gay guy as someone who paints his nails, dyes his hair, wear jewelry, talks like a girl, wears bright colors, wears make-up, high heels, and well, the list goes on, but Dark… He doesn't do any of those things. Well, maybe at least not here. “Niwa, where are you going?”

 

I turned to see the priest walking my way, “Oh, hello. I'm sorry, but something came up,” I bowed for a second, “But I'll stay extra long tomorrow to make up for today,” helping out at the church gave me some service hours that I needed to graduate.

 

“I guess it can't be helped. Ok. Run along, Niwa. I'll see you tomorrow.”

 

I hustled to the dorms, where I met up with Saehara. He greeted me like always, but I could tell something was on his mind. He suggested that he go up to our dorm, and I went along. I needed to do homework anyways, and maybe after that I could go for a swim. I needed to take my mind off earlier events.

 

So now I was in my room with Saehara, who was lying on his bed listening to music. I was at my desk trying to finish the tons of homework that the teachers assigned, and it was taking me a while. “Daisuke,” Saehara suddenly asked.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Who's your best friend?”

 

“Huh?” I looked over my shoulder, “Why are you asking me that suddenly? You never really cared before.”

 

“Never really cared before? Daisuke, you're my best friend. How can I not care?”

 

I shrugged and tried to get back to my homework, “Don't ignore me!”

 

Saehara suddenly sounded upset, “I'm not!” I stood up, “I just have a lot of things I need to get done.”

 

“Who is your best friend?” he had this voice that demanded that I give him a response, or he'll shoot me.

 

“You are,” I said with a sigh, “I don't even like Dark that much. I just met him today, but he's already a real jerk to me. I even told him earlier to leave me alone,” I sat back down and tried to finish what I was working on, but he interrupted again.

 

“You serious?”

 

“Yes! Now leave me alone! I'm trying to finish this thing, and it's really complicated.”

 

From the corner of my eye, I could see him smiling. He was just too easy to satisfy. “I'll be going then, Daisuke. I'm going to go shoot some hoops. I'll be back around seven at the latest.”

 

He left the dorm, and finally, I was left with peace and quiet. Regardless, it took four hours to finish the load I had, and by then, Saehara had returned, and collapsed on his bed, “Night,” he said before he drifted off.

 

I shook my head. It seems as if he never has any homework while I have mountains of it. “It's not fair!” I whined. I loved to whine.

 

Soon enough, the church bells rang; signalizing that it was time for bed. I turned off the lights, and climbed into bed, praying that Dark wasn't peaking through my windows watching me while I slept.

 

(Over the course of the week)

 

The next few days pasted as any day did, and I tried as hard as I could to avoid Dark, except during classes, because what can you do? During break I even stared joining Saehara in shooting hoops just so I didn't have to worry about running into Dark, but I knew that eventually I would run into him. “What's up?” Saehara asked, “You've been acting strangely lately.”

 

“It's nothing. I'm just trying to avoid Dark. That's all,” I looked around the court before I shot another hoop.

 

“Why? Has he been doing something to you?” Saehara asked as he fetched the ball.

 

“Not really, but then again. Well, I don't know, but I just don't like being around him alone.”

 

“Did he try and make a move on you?” he threw the ball my way, “I wouldn't be surprised it he did. I know that if I was gay, I would be hitting on you all the time.”

 

“I don't know. He did a few things to me in the course of a single day,” I passed the ball to Saehara and then said, “I need to go back to my dorm. I want to finish some homework so I can go swimming later today.”

 

“Ok,” Saehara lifted the ball over his head, “See ya later.”

 

“Bye.”

 

I walked all the way to my dorm where I did as much homework as I could before lunch ended, then I had D block, “Great,” I said to myself, “Dark is most definitely going to talk to me about something.”

 

I hurried to D block cursing under my breath. I didn't want to see Dark. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever again. I got to class early. Just in time to see Mr. Cheung swallowing down some fried rice. It looked good, and I was hungry. I knew I should've eaten lunch. I sat down in my seat, and gradually the class began to fill. Soon enough, Dark came in. However, he didn't look as cheerful as he usually does. He sat down in the desk next to me, and I looked away. I really wish we could have a new seating chart, but Mr. Cheung only has us change seat once every semester. “Daisuke,” Dark was already trying to talk to me, but I gave him the cold shoulder, “Hey? Why don't you talk to me anymore?”

 

Why? Is he actually asking me why? I continued to write down notes that the teacher provided. “Please look at me,” his voice was desperate.

 

Soon the class ended, and while he struggled to pack his books, I dashed out of the class as fast as I could.

 

(Later that day)

 

“I think you're over reacting,” Saehara said.

 

“Finally! I'm done with homework!”

 

I jumped out of my desk and ran into the bathroom. “Going swimming?”

 

“Yup! I've been wanting to swim all week, but I can never finish my homework on time, and they just built a new pool! Of course I want to go swimming. Want to come?”

“No. I've got volleyball practice.”

 

“Ok, see ya later, Saehara.”

 

I grabbed my bag and headed down to the pool. The remodel was far nicer than the original. Plus, it was an indoor pool, so I didn't have to worry about sunscreen or about chlorine. The best part of it all was that there was no one here besides me. I hurried into the men's locker room, changed, and before I knew it, I was on the small diving board, jumping off, and swimming in a brand-new pool all by myself. I did several laps, freestyle, then I just laid on my back, enjoying how weightless I felt. It was heaven.

 

However, my peaceful solitude was soon disrupted when I felt someone dive into the pool. I lifted my head and turned myself upright. The person was swimming under water, but whoever it was, he was heading towards me. I stared a bit longer, then turned over on my back again. I didn't care too much. I can't swim that fast anyways. But then, I felt this hand glide over my stomach, and another hand caress my cheek. I drifted against the affectionate touches, but then it hit me. This is an all boy's school. There are only three female teachers on campus as of this moment, and none of them were allowed into this pool. My eyes flung open, and they were met with amethyst eyes. “Daisuke,” the voice whispered to me.

 

I turned over so fast that I ended up below the surface, but then I felt two strong arms pull me up. “Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked as soon as my ears were above the surface, “What have I done that made me deserve the silent treatment?”

 

I didn't respond.

 

“I want to be friends with you, Daisuke, but you keep pushing me away. I've really only had one day to really get to talk to you, and now you ignore me,” he began to tug me towards the shallow end of the pool, and I let myself. Why? Don't ask.

 

He didn't stop pulling me until he could finally touch the ground, then he stood up and held me against his… bare torso! It was that church day all over again! I just knew it! He didn't have me in the church, so now me wants to do me in the pool! I was about to scream for help, but then his hand covered my mouth, and he dragged to further into the shallow end until he was able to sit down. He pulled me onto his lap, and forced my legs to move on either side of his hips. “I want to talk, Daisuke. That is all.”

 

It didn't help any that we were both wearing “speedos,” and that he was pulling my small body against his. I began to tense up, and just by feeling Dark's body, I could feel that he was tense too. “Talk to me, Daisuke. Say something.”

 

I shook my head. I was acting like a little kid again.

 

“Fine. If you won't, then I'll talk,” he cleared his throat, “My so called parental units are inviting me over for Thanksgiving you know.”

 

Why was he talking about this? Doesn't every family gather for Thanksgiving?

 

“It's a new thing for me, because, you see… I'm adopted, and the family I was adopted into, well, my father's an alcoholic, and my mother is bipolar. They aren't the best of people, but they gave me a home,” this caught my attention. I didn't know he was an orphan, “We don't often gather for Thanksgiving, because my mother is always invited to her parents' house because they don't like my father, and he usually sends me off to his parents' house because he doesn't like them. So, we're always divided during the holidays, but for once in my life, I'm going to be with both of them during Thanksgiving. Isn't that awesome?”

 

I didn't know how to respond. Sure I guess it was nice, but I never thought that being with family was that important. Mine were always forcing thing on me, so I am usually happy when I get to get away. I shrugged at his question, but that only made his shake. Was he nervous about telling me about his family? I looked down at his hand that was holding onto my arm, balancing me on his lap. It was… trembling. “You know,” he started up again, “You've never really told me about your family. Do you have a brother or a sister?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“An only child? Well, I might have siblings, but none that I know of. I was born in Spain, and imported here when adopted. My parents told me that they adopted me when I was just six months old. Can you believe that? I still wonder what happened to my real parents. Maybe some day I'll get to meet them; that's if they are still alive.”

 

I could feel his grip on his arm tightening after he finished every statement, but loosening while he talked. It was as if he was comfortable when he was talking, but afterwards he felt stupid for saying what he said. “Please say something, Daisuke,” he broke the awkward silence, “Look; I'm sorry about what I did in the church. I didn't know you were so sensitive. I didn't mean any harm. I would never inflict harm on you. You're my friend,” he looked at me in the eyes, “Or at least… I think you are.”

 

I didn't want to say anything to him, because I was afraid that I would say something that I would regret. I looked away, then attempted to stand, but his grip pulled be back down, and my groin rubbed against his body. “Ahh…”

 

I slapped my hands over my mouth. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I've kept quiet the whole time, and suddenly, I throw my head back and gasp?! I looked over at him, terrified, and his lips smirked at me. “Not only are you frail, but you're sensitive too.”

 

I shook my head, but a feverish blush convinces him otherwise. “Are you still a virgin?”

 

Why is he asking that?! “Huh?!”

 

“Finally I got something out of you besides a desperate gasp,” he chuckled.

 

 

“Stop harassing me!” I was red! I was embarrassed! And I didn't have anywhere to run!

 

“I'm teasing,” his hands moved down to my wrists, “Do you want to go? It's getting kind of late.”

 

I nodded for the first time, and he nodded back. However, I didn't expect him to do what he did next. He released my wrists, but moved one hand beneath my behind while the other snaked itself around my back. I suddenly grasped onto his shoulders as he lifted himself, and me, out of the water. “Put me down!”

 

“Stop squirming, or I'll drop you,” this is exactly what he did to me on the first day we met!

 

He held me tightly against his body as he made his way to the showers. I gave up trying to make his release me. I was just glad that there wasn't anyone around to see us. I most definitely didn't want rumors spreading around the school that we're we a couple, and were seen like this, although, I had to admit, it felt kind of nice being held like this. My arms were hanging over his shoulders, my body was pressed against his stronger torso, and my legs were relaxed on either side of his hips. I wasn't supporting myself. Dark was doing everything for me. I felt like a baby, though not in my mother's arms, but the arms of an… Do I dare think? Angel…

 

Once we arrived at the showers, I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved, because I was finally going to be free of Dark; but disappointed because I enjoyed being held like that. He placed me down on my feet and I felt like a little puppy that had been dropped off, and was looking up at the master like I wanted to be held again. Dark turned on my shower, then moved across the shower room and turned on a shower of his own. Well, at least we aren't bathing together.

 

After that, Dark and I didn't talk much. But he persisted that he'd walk me back to my dorm. I didn't know whether he just wanted to keep my company, or if he was prying into my life. Whichever, we arrived at my dorm, and now he knew where to find me. “I see, so you're at room 201.”

 

“Dark!”

 

“What?” he looked innocently at me.

 

“Stop being a stocker.”

 

“I'm not. If you want to know, you'll find me at room 513.”

 

“Huh?! But that area is for faculty only! I thought you were a senior! Shouldn't you be on the fourth floor?”

 

“If I was a senior I would be; if I was a junior, I would be on the third floor. You're a sophomore, so you're on the second floor. Honestly, I thought you were a freshman.”

 

I looked down at myself, “Do I really look that small.”

 

I looked up at Dark to see him looking down at those areas. “Well, you're a pretty small guy.”

 

“Pervert!” I opened my room with the key card, and then slammed it before Dark could say another word. “The nerve of him to check me out like that! Are guys here really that desperate?!

 

 

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