Asu Mo Furu Kana: I Wonder If It Will Fall Tomorrow Too: Chapter 19

Yukito and James head back to James' house to grab some clothes for the trip, but it doesn't work out exactly as either planned...

Feeling a strange pressure on his stomach, James woke up. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked at what was on him. Before he could fully comprehend, the figure spoke: “Ohayou!! Okite, okite!! Breakfast is ready,” a rather energetic Yukito said as he bounced on top of James.
“Okay, I’m up,” James said through a yawn.
“Good!! Now, come eat breakfast!” Yukito said as he grabbed an arm to drag James into the kitchen area. “Eat up! We have a lot of things to do before the flight! I hired us a taxi so we can grab some stuff from your parents’ house, and then go to Japan!” Yukito said between bites of the French toast he had made for breakfast.
Upon hearing about returning to his parents’ house, James stopped eating. He wasn’t sure if he could face his parents this quickly after their fight. Noticing this, Yukito smiled. “Don’t worry. Your parents are away. Schools are closed, but work places are ALL open. So, no worries, and eat!” Hearing this, James started to eat slowly.
After they both finished their breakfast, Yukito’s phone rang. “Hello,” he answered. Trying not to be rude, James stood up and went to the sofa to straighten it up from where he slept. Noticing that his clothes were neatly folded on the table with Mr. Kato on top, James grabbed them (and gently placed Mr. Kato on the table). With clothes in hand, James went to change in the bathroom. Putting on his pants, he heard a soft knocking on the door.
“When you get done in there, the taxi is waiting. We’ll take that to your parent’s house to grab some of your stuff,” Yukito said from behind the door.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute,” James said as he quickly changed shirts. After hastily pulling his socks on, James left the bathroom in search of Yukito. Hearing movement from the living room, James moved back towards the room. Yukito was sitting on the sofa playing with Mr. Kato. Next to him on the sofa was a duffle bag. James guessed that was all that Yukito was taking with him. “I’m ready,” James said when he was close to the sofa.
“Oh good!” Yukito said trying to cover up his slight jump. “Mr. Kato and I are ready to go too!” Getting up from the sofa, Yukito grabbed his duffle bag and held onto Mr. Kato. “Don’t forget your book bag,” Yukito said as he grabbed the keys to Scott’s apartment and headed for the door. Grabbing his bag from beside the sofa, James quickly followed Yukito out into the hall. Turning, James watched as Yukito closed the door. “Okay! Now, downstairs and into the taxi. You’ll have to tell the taxi driver how to get to your place since I don’t know where it is, okay?” Yukito asked as they walked towards the elevator.
Getting into the elevator James asked, “Are we going to pick up Scott and the others, or are they meeting us at the airport?”
“Oh, they’ll be meeting us at the airport,” Yukito said with a smile. For the rest of the ride, the pair stood in silence. When they arrived at the bottom floor, Yukito exited first and headed towards the taxi. Following behind Yukito, James got into the taxi and closed the door. Noticing both the taxi driver – a plumb man with a stubby mustache – and Yukito were looking at him, James remembered that he had to tell the driver where to go.
“250 Mitchell Drive, please,” James said with a slight blush. Without replying, the taxi driver pulled away from the curb.
As they slowly got closer to his parents’ house, James became nervous. Fidgeting with his book bag, James stared out the window. Noticing James’ nervous behavior, Yukito said, “don’t worry. It’ll be okay.” Laying his hand on top of James’, Yukito smiled sweetly at him.
“But, what if they are home?” James asked quietly – afraid to know the answer, yet needing to hear it.
“If they are home, they are home. I can stop them,” Yukito said turning towards James. “Besides snow, I can also make ice,” Yukito whispered into James ear.
Hearing a rough cough from the front seat, Yukito leaned back into his seat, away from James. “Kid, I ain’t shua wha way ta go ta git ta ya house. Right a’ left hea?” the taxi driver asked, looking into his rear view mirror.
“Umm, right,” James said as he looked around. They spent the rest of the short ride in silence.
Pulling up to James’ parent’s house, Yukito gently pushed James on the shoulder. Taking the hint, James opened the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you,” Yukito said as he closed the taxi door. “Wait here,” he said to the taxi driver before grabbing James’ hand to walk with him to the front door.
Moving towards the front door, James became nervous. Stepping up to the door, Yukito put his ear up to the door and listened for a few seconds. “Nothing,” he said before attempting to open the door. “It’s locked. They must be out,” Yukito said, turning back towards James. “Get out your key and we’ll go pack some clothes for you,” Yukito said, smiling, as he gently rubbed James cheek.
Blushing slightly, James knelt down and checked his book bag for his keys. They weren’t where he normally put them. Starting to get nervous, James frantically searched his bag. After taking all his schoolbooks out and a few pencils, James realized that he didn’t have them. “I must have left them on my dresser,” he said looking up at Yukito.
“Do you have your passport with you? Do you even have a passport?” Yukito asked a little annoyed.
“Ummm,” James started as he looked for his Japanese textbook. “Yeah, I have my passport here,” he said opening the book to the page the passport kept.
“Why is your passport in your Japanese textbook?” Yukito asked.
“It reminds me to study hard…I wanted to go there with Scott…and now, I guess I am…” James said as he looked down at the passport and fingered it.
“Yup, and you get to even come with me,” Yukito said with a pout.
Looking up at Yukito, James was surprised to see him pouting. “I hadn’t meant it that way,” James said as he got up and reached for Yukito’s hand. Once he held Yukito’s hand, he continued, “it’s just that I haven’t known you for that long, is all. I’m excited to be going with everyone!”
“Good,” Yukito said as he quickly kissed James on the nose. “Now, put all your books back in your bag, and let’s be off! We’ll pick up some clothes for you in Japan.”
Putting all his books back into his bag, James quickly followed Yukito as he entered the taxi. “Take us to the airport,” Yukito ordered the driver. The next hour and a half was spent in silence as the taxi slowly made it’s way to the airport.