Warnings: offensive language/swearing, male/male pairing

Disclaimer: Do not own Digimon or any of the characters used.

Author's Notes: Re-written, posted 2010-09-12.

As of 2010-09-12 Dirty Secrets is currently being re-written. The chapters will be re-posted as they are re-written. As the author I feel that Dirty Secrets was very amateur, poorly written and had horrible grammar, and four years later I finally re-writing it. Some things will be a little different but the general whole of the story will be the same :)

Dirty Secrets: Chapter One

Takuya slouched lowly in his seat, his head resting against the window as he watched the scenery fly past as the car drove along the highway. He caught his glaring reflection in the window and turned his face away so he didn't have to see his angry face. They had just moved from their small city to the heart of Japan, almost five hours away from his home, his friends, his life. He turned the wheel on his iPod and increased the volume, trying in vain to drown out the sounds of the rest of his family's bickering about who got the bigger room. Shinya thought he deserved it, because he had more stuff than Takuya. Takuya didn't feel the need to argue because his parents already told him he could have the bigger room.

"Are we there yet?" Shinya whined, for what had to have been the one hundredth time since they had let this morning. It was seriously wearing Takuya's nerves thin. He was usually a fairly easy going person, but being stuck in a confined space with Shinya for too long could drive anyone mad.

"No sweetie," Takuya's mother Yuriko answered from the front as she looked back at the two boys in the rear view mirror. "Soon though. We get off on the next exit and so just ten minutes or so from there."

Takuya was startled when Shinya whacked him with his hand. He pulled his earphones out, even though he could hear with them on and glared at his little brother.

"What?" Takuya snapped.

"Takuya," His father Hiroaki's voice rang through the car, reprimanding him for snapping at his brother. "There's a soccer team at this school, I made sure. You'll be joining, right?"

"For one, you can't just join a soccer team; you have to tryout. And for two, tryouts were ages ago. They probably already have a team established," Takuya grumbled out.

"So?" Hiroaki replied, his eyes focusing on the exit sign coming up. "With the skill you have you'll make it. It's only fair that they let you try out."

"Yeah, sure Dad," Takuya grumbled as he slipped his earphones back on. He didn't want to talk about soccer anymore. Soccer had been his life back home. He played soccer, he watched soccer, he coached soccer. He had been the captain of his old high school team and had won the Most Valuable Player award for three years straight. He never missed watching the pro college soccer games because it was his dream to play on a pro college team. For his community hours for high school he assistant coached five year olds.

Takuya loved soccer.

The one thing Takuya hated was math. It had been the bane of his existence all growing up. It just didn't make sense to Takuya. He hated it even more because in order to play on the team he needed to have a sixty-five average or above in each class, which had always been hard for Takuya.

They pulled into a driveway, which broke Takuya away from his thoughts. He hadn't even noticed that they were close to the new house...his new home.

"Where here!" Shinya squealed like only an annoying twelve year old could manage as he leaped from the car. "Wow! It's so much nicer then back home!" he exclaimed loudly as Takuya got out and turned off his iPod and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans.

Takuya frowned when he saw a fairly large white building. It didn't look like an average house. "What's that?" he asked his father when his parents got out of the car.

"Hmm?" he followed Takuya's direction. "Oh, it's an orphanage," he explained.

They all went into the house where all the boxes were already unpacked by the movers. Takuya sighed. He hated unpacking. By the time he had lugged all his stuff upstairs and his father helped him to set up his furniture the digital clock on his night stand read 10:19pm. Takuya groaned. He still needed to shower, and he was starving. Tomorrow was Monday and his first day of school. On second thought, feeling pretty nauseous at the thought of starting at a new school, Takuya decided to skip dinner.

The ringing of the alarm clock woke Takuya out of his restless sleep. He jerked up, hitting the off button while trying to get his bleary eyes to adjust to his new bedroom with the navy walls and curtains and oak hard wood flooring. He yawned before pulling himself out of the warm cocoon of his blankets and heading for the shower.

Once Takuya was dressed and showered he ate his breakfast and brushed his teeth. His mother was bustling around the kitchen getting ready to take Shinya to school. Because his school was so much farther away she was going to drive him.

"Have a good first day sweetheart," she called to Takuya who was grabbing his backpack from the hall. "The office is expecting you, so go straight there. They'll have everything ready for you," she explained while she finished getting her stuff together. "Your father and I will be home around four."

"Okay," Takuya nodded as he laced up his running shoes. "Wish me luck," he said sarcastically.

"You're gonna get so lost," Shinya laughed. "Sucker! Your school is huge."

"Brat! In two years when you're in high school I'm going to make sure everybody initiates you!" Takuya called after him as Shinya ran out the door after their mother. "Chicken," Takuya muttered under his breath.

He checked the clock and saw that if he didn't leave soon he wouldn't have time to find the office and register. He slipped out the front door with all his stuff feeling his stomach flip-flop nervously. He locked the door and headed down the driveway.

Across the street he could see another teenager walking, presumable to the same school Takuya was headed too. Takuya brightened; maybe he could make a friend before he even got to the school.

"Hi," Takuya said after he had crossed the street and caught up with the other teen. He had black hair pulled into a low pony tail, his bangs held back with a blue bandana that matched the deep blue colour of his eyes. "I'm Takuya, I just moved in across the street."

The teen offered him a slight smile. "Kouji," he replied. "You enrolled at Fairfield?" he asked, meaning the high school.

"Yeah, it's my first day," Takuya answered as they walked side by side. "Its massive," he groaned when the large, four story building came into view.

"You get used to it quickly," Kouji spoke quietly. "It's not too complicated."

"What grade are you in?" Takuya asked, hoping the other boy was in the same grade. He seemed pretty cool, and they could walk to school together, but they could do that even if they didn't have the same classes.

"Twelve," Kouji answered, flashing him a hesitant smile. "You?"

"Same," Takuya smiled encouragingly. Kouji seemed really shy and soft spoken. Tom didn't want to come on too strongly and scare Kouji away. "So you're seventeen, right?"

Kouji nodded. "Yeah."

"Cool," Takuya said, unsure of what to say next. "Do you mind showing me around?"

"Um...I have somewhere to be right away..." Kouji said vaguely, not meeting Takuya's eyes as he continued to walk towards the large, intimidating building.

"Do you think, you could just show me to the office then?" Takuya asked, glancing at the other boy and noticing the anxious look on his face.

"Yeah. Sure," Kouji said.

Takuya didn't know what to say and the other teen didn't initiate any form of conversation so the rest of the walk was spent in silence.

They got to the school which was still basically empty, but for few students and teachers milling around, and Kouji took him into the school building and pointed out the office.

"Hey, thanks man," Takuya said as Kouji turned to leave. The black haired teenager gave him a small smile.

"No problem," he replied.

"See ya around," Takuya called before steeling himself and opening the door to the office.

Half an hour later, the first bell was about to ring for the day and Takuya, now with a schedule, timetable was stumbling around the lower level of the school attempting to find his locker. Fairfield had nearly twenty-five hundred students, and Takuya couldn't find his locker anywhere.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he wandered around the halls aimlessly, getting jostled every now and then by people heading towards their first period classes.

"Hey," a sharp voice caught Takuya's attention. He looked up and was waved over by a bubbly looking brunette who was standing by a group of lockers. He headed over to her and smiled at her. "Hiya, lost?"

"Is it that obvious?" Takuya asked, blushing a little.

"Nah, only if you know what you're looking for," she said with a smile. "I'm Mira, I'm part of Link Crew so I help the little grade nine students all the time. I can tell when somebody is lost."

"Hey, who's this?" a voice behind Takuya asked, and he turned to look just as Mira said, "hey, Kyle!"

"Oh, right," Takuya said. "I'm Takuya."

Mira and Kyle helped Takuya find his locker, which was a lot closer than Takuya thought it would have been. They waited till Takuya put his lock on and dropped off the stuff he didn't need before they began to walk towards Takuya's first period class. They were going to show him where it was.

"Play sports or anything like that?" Kyle asked as they stopped outside of the Biology classroom, Takuya's first class of the day.

"Uh, yeah," Takuya nodded. "I was big into soccer, really big. I used to be captain at my old school."

"Was into soccer?" Mira asked, raising a finely plucked eyebrow. "Why was?"

Takuya shrugged. "You know, new school and all that. The seasons halfway through already and tryouts have already happened so..."

"Really now?" Kyle said, raising his eyebrow, much like Mira had just done. "Tell you what Takuya I'm captain of Fairfield's team, and I'll talk to coach about letting you tryout. He's usually pretty good about things like that."

"Really?" Takuya asked, brightening up. So far, his day was getting better and better. The bell rang loudly, signalling the beginning of the day.

"Yeah, no problem," Kyle said, waving it off. "I'll meet you by your locker tonight after school to tell you what coach said, see ya Takuya!"

"By Takuya!" Mira called over her shoulder as she joined a gaggle of girls and began to walk away. Tom slipped into the class room feeling awkward as he walked to the front of the teacher's desk, the form he needed to give to them in hand.

Math was, by far, the bane of Takuya's whole existence. Simple math like adding , subtracting, multiplying or dividing was no problem for the brunette but once you started adding vectors, perfect squares and trigonometry into the mix Takuya was as good as lost.

Having to keep an average above sixty-five was hell for Takuya, and nearly impossible. It didn't matter how long Takuya stared at the math equations written up on the front board of the room, the numbers just didn't make sense. Throwing letters into the mix didn't help Takuya at all either.

Who cared what the total of x squared plus the square root of 25 to the power of ten to the negative eight equalled anyways. Where on Earth was this going to score into him playing soccer for the rest of his life...oh right, nowhere.

Takuya took a deep breath and glanced round the room. Nobody else seemed to be having the same difficulties as him, and Takuya wanted to slam his head off the desk when the teacher approached him.

"Having some difficulties?" He asked, studying Takuya's blank paper.

"A few," Takuya admitted honestly...well, partly. He was having more than a few difficulties trying to make sense of the mass of numbers on the over head board. "It's been awhile since I did this kind of stuff."

"Well, if you need any addition help you know where to find me, okay?" He offered with a kind smile. Takuya nodded and the man turned around to walk back to his desk, but before he got there he stopped to take a look at Kouji's sheet, the boy that Takuya had met early.

"Very good," the man said as he eyed it up and down. "Perfect," he added before glancing back at Takuya and the empty desk beside him. Kouji. "Takuya," he called out and motioned him over.

Takuya grabbed his stuff and walked over to where Mr. Black was standing.

"Try working with Kouji, he's excellent at this sort of stuff. If you get stuck, ask him and he'll help you out, alright?" Mr. Black said as he looked between the two boys.

"Sure," Takuya said as he slid into the empty seat beside Kouji as Mr. Black walked away. "Hey," he said to Kouji as he looked at the sheet on the black haired boys desk. His neat writing filled out the page with more x's and q's and numbers to the power of squared roots and negative fives then Takuya had ever remembered seeing before in his life.

"So," Kouji said awkwardly. "Are you having a little trouble?"

Takuya rolled his eyes. "Little is an understatement," he complained. "Math is so stupid."

"Do you get any of the stuff on the board?" Kouji asked, looking at Takuya's blank sheet.

"Uh...the second one, and I think the fourth," Takuya said, studying the questions up on the white board.

"Well," Kouji said. "That's a start, here, I'll explain to you how to do them."

That's how the rest of Takuya's math class progressed, with Kouji attempting to teach Takuya the basics of what they were currently learning. By the end of the class Takuya was still confused but he did have a better grasp on what he was supposed to be doing.

Now all he needed was to be able to do it...which, for Takuya, was easier said than done.

Takuya was grateful it was the last class of the day as he fled the room with Kouji and headed to his locker. Kouji's locker was a few down from his, which made Takuya smile.

"Hey, you want to walk home with me?" Takuya asked, dropping his bag by his feet.

Kouji looked a little flustered. "Um, if you really want to."

"Yeah," Takuya flashed him a bright grin. "Come on," he added.

"Takuya!" a sharp female voice caught his attention as Mira came around the corner and waved at him, Kyle in tow.

"Hey, coach is willing to talk to you right now if you're up for it," Kyle said over the noise of the other students.

"Oh shit!" Takuya exclaimed. "That's awesome! Sorry Kouji," he added to the raven haired teen who stepped backwards away from Takuya and the other two teens.

"Fag," Mira spat. "What're you doing talking to him, Takuya?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Takuya stared, stunned for a second. Kouji just dropped his eyes to the floor and didn't look up.

"He was the first person I met here, he helped me out and stuff," Takuya replied, confused.

"Yeah well, I guess nobody gave you any warning huh?" Mira spat, her eyes still gazing spitefully at Kouji. "Go home," she said pointedly. "Mommy's waiting!"

Takuya watched as Kouji's eyes darkened.

"Oh wait, she's dead!" Mira exclaimed with fake surprise. "Well, whose fault is that? Hmm?"

Kouji whirled around and walked away as Takuya watched in shock at how nasty Mira was. Kyle just watched the whole scene go down with an amused smile on his face.

"What the hell was that?" Takuya asked, feeling uncomfortable. He had never seen something so cruel done to another student.

"Oh he's a loser," Kyle said, shrugging. "He lives over at the boy's house not far from the school."

"Apparently he killed his parents or something, or he killed his mom and his dad committed suicide, I'm not really sure," Mira added with a shrug. "Who cares, like Kyle said, he's a loser, and such a girl."

"He killed his parents?" Takuya asked, feeling his stomach knot up. Did he really hang out with someone who had killed his own parents? But...if he had, would he really be coming to school with no punishment?

"Yeah, apparently. And he's such a freak none of his other relatives wanted him so he's been living at the boy's home for so long, since before freshmen year," Kyle explained. "who cares about the fag, let's go meet the coach."

Takuya felt a little torn. Half of him wanted to just agree with Kyle and Mira. They were his new friends after all, but part of him didn't feel right about the way they treated Kouji. Kouji...he seemed nice, in math he had been really sweet, helping Takuya without getting annoyed even though Takuya asked stupid questions over and over again.

"Takuya, soccer?" Mira asked, waving her hands in front of his face. "Come on!"

Takuya shrugged off the nagging feeling of guilt and followed Kyle and Mira down to the gym offices, and once he started taking to Mr. Adams, the school's soccer coach, all thoughts of the mysterious raven haired teenager vanished from his mind.