The touch of an angel

The life of Takaba Akihito

He woke up feeling really scared because of the dream he had had. It was the third time he had that dream and he couldn't explain the reason. He had never thought that dreams had special meanings. Opening his eyes, he looked around him, perceiving that he was in a familiar place and that there was nothing to fear. Usually, he was afraid of nothing but having three times the same dream had really scared him. His paternal grandmother, Sakura, who had died one year ago, liked to say that dreams could be a message from the spiritual world or a premonition. Thinking about the grandmother, he felt a little sad. He had loved her very much and he also knew that he was her preferred grandson. She had really spoiled him and his parents complained about that because he had been a stubborn and mischievous kid who was Always doing reckless things. According to his father, his grandmother didn't help him doing everything he wanted.

His parents had Always been caring, but worried about him. In his childhood, he used to be a very reckless kid and was often getting himself into trouble. They had him join scouting hoping that it could make him have more discipline but he hadn't liked the experience, although he had learned many useful things. He had learned to fish and how to provide first aid. And he had become interested about taking photos when he was a scout. His parents felt glad after hearing him say that he wanted to join photograph club at school, believing that he had found something that would keep him away from problems.

Getting up, he told himself he didn't need to be afraid of a dream. Breathing deeply, he decided that he could take a shower before going to university. He hadn't slept very well and he wanted to eliminate the tiredness.

"Let's take a shower and have a breakfast. Today, I will have many classes."

He went to the bathroom, undressed his pajama and looked at the mirror. The mirror reflected a boyish and beautiful face. His hair was a little messed and had a Sandy blond color. He had hazel and clear eyes. His body was lean and shapely. His friends were Always saying that he was very Lucky because of his appearance but, thinking well, being so beautiful had brought him many problems. Problems that he had talked about only to his two best friends. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so beautiful.

After taking a shower, he dressed a black shirt and blue jeans pants and took a breakfast. He had asked his friend Kou to wait for him at the bus stop and he didn't want to delay. Kou didn't like to wait for anything. If possible, he would invite Takato and Kou to bowling because he wasn't going to work at the studio where he worked taking photos. He worked hard but he liked his job because he worked doing what he loved. It was good to take photos of catalogs, women in wedding dresses, girls who wanted to be idols or models. Taking photos was a kind of art and photos could speak much more than words.

Finishing his breakfast, he brushed his teeth and went out, carrying his school books. He didn't need to walk very much because the bus stop wasn't very far from where he lived. He found Kou, who was waiting for him. Kou smiled at him.

-Good morning, Aki.

-Good morning, Kou.

Kou was a boy with a black hair that went down to his neck. He was his childhood friend just like Takato and many people said that they looked like triplets. Once, a woman said that they had been Brothers in another life.

-Let's go, Kou.

-Aki, how are you? Are you still feeling those headaches?

He looked at his friend and spoke:

-No, but why should I worry about it? It is just a migraine.

-Don't play with it, Akihito. The last time you said that you were with a headache, Takato and I felt really worried. You should go to a doctor.