Summer lovin [youji]

It was a blistering hot day, courtesy to the monster of a sun who seemed to be intent on baking Japan's inhabitants. Sprawled out on a wooden bench was the woeful figure of Kayoko Park, her entire body limp except for an exhausted arm that fanned a heavily creased piece of paper at her face. She would've preferred to be cooling her armpits, which seemed to be melting into the patches of the sweat, but her choose to sacrifice that pleasure - the critical eyes of those around her would have been a cause for deep embarrassment.

Her lids flickered upwards to gaze at the inverted monitor that displayed when the next train would arrive: 1 minute. It wasn't hers. Hers was due in an hour or two.

Beads of perspiration dripped down the curve of her temple and trickled into her ear. Disgusting. For a moment, the teenager halted her fanning to wipe the offending fluid away. Sunday really was living up to its name.

She stirred as the loudspeakers barked out the arrival of a train. When it stopped for the doors to slide open, a pair of envious blue eyes followed the tide of people that spewed forth, all of whom were rapidly replaced by a similar wave of people. Wallowing deep within her own pool of self-pity, Kayoko felt detached from the river flowing around her, barely registering the dirty looks shot in her direction presumably because she had hogged the whole bench to herself. Any other day and the teenager would have graciously given up her seat for anyone, but today was hot. And the heat had drained her of the energy to care about others.

With the stench of everyone's sweat thickly laced within the smog ridden air, she tried not to suffocate in the heat. She half-heartedly swatted at a fly that buzzed a foot too close to her face then shook off a mosquito that rested on her foot, idly wondering when she had started to become a buffet for bugs.

When was her train coming? She needed the air con.