[From the streets to Paradise] | Sk8 the Infinity

[From the streets to Paradise] -Eng

Last year was definitely exhausting: the races, the shop, the atelier in which they had spent so many hours together preparing and adding the latest mechanical and fashionist details for Miya and Langa's boards, and the competition they would never forget. Most of all, each one of the adventures they went through to get away from Adam and his bad guys when they had tried to make them live an attempt to a nightmare at the latest circuit in Okinawa... Well, all of that was over.

It was the best idea ever to enjoy a trip together, since Langa had won the first place in the autumn race, which prize, and thanks to the kindness of Miya's underground sponsors, was a plane ticket to any place he chose to fly to. Every evening since then, they worked hard at Dope Sketch and ran any kind of errands to get the necessary money to buy another one so they could travel... Yes, you guessed well, to Canada.

Reki's mother screamed at the top of her lungs when she knew. She would never let her baby boy to go that far just to skate in whatever mountain they wanted to spend their vacations when they had those in Japan too. I don't know, Mount Fuji or something like that. His little sisters were excited, though, and it was fun to see they wanted Reki to travel to a snowy place, a different place, just to get souvenirs from the other side of the world. In fact, they insisted more than Reki himself, or maybe it was just that he didn't ask for permission... he was already decided to, and he had promised it to Langa, so... while his family was concerned about whether or not allow him to fly away, at Hasegawa's house, Langa's mother got them in touch with some old friends who lived near Lake Louise so they could stay there for a cheaper price in exchange for helping to scatter some snow during their stay.

Few months later, Reki's mother had nothing to do but hold his son tight and give him lots of advice about safety and responsibility. And so she did with Langa. Perhaps she trusted the tall guy best, since she started to name all of the vegetables and medicine Reki was allergic to, hoping he would take care of his son and vice versa, causing him, in the meantime, a sensation of disgrace and a strange desire to get on the plane and hide there forever. They were going to be outside the country only for a couple weeks, but you know, a mother was always going to be a mother, so they let her be.

Langa's mom didn't seem concerned about safety. What she held were the tears of joy cause his little boy was about to start his own odyssey far away from the nest. She just hugged the both of them and waved goodbye when they walked away to the boarding gates, ready to run away from the worries of the past year.

After ten long hours and a brief stopover in some country they didn't know the name, they finally arrived to Ontario's Airport, feeling the cold breeze against their skins making them put on their thermal jackets over their sweaters, since that kind of cold was totally different for the one Reki was used to back home. When Langa covered his hands with knitted gloves, Reki pouted and accused him of not telling him to pack his, so Langa responded calmly:

—But... I told you like three times... I think you were singing that song you can't get off your mind and didn't pay attention to me —he softly giggled.

Reki's pout became an embarrassed smile and his cheeks blushed the moment he recalled Langa, in fact, telling him to pack not just gloves but also knitted booties. His hands flew to his face to cover his shame and the blue haired boy could not help but to smile at him, holding him into his arms, resting his chin over the red haired guy in front of him, snickering in silence.

—Daijoubu —he muttered. They conceded themselves a moment of silence and peace in between the rush of getting back the baggage and getting away from all the people surrounding them in an eternal hurry. The last months were so intense and extreme, and he happened to be conscious of the many things Reki did for him since the very moment they met, opening his heart and mind to Langa, talking for hours about skateboarding and materials, tricks and techniques that, of course, the tall one was happy to hear about, 'cause this helped him, in unspoken retribution, to let the other one know about his own fears and devotions, too; sharing both of them instants that they were sure no one else was allowed to ever appreciate.