The object of ones affection

The truth

Sweat dripped from Daisuke as his climax hit him, forcing him to pump his hips even harder. Beneath him Ken cried out as his own hit him. With one last strain they cried out each others names then collapsed together on the couch. Their arms and legs where a tangled mess and both young men seemed to had lost the ability to speak as their breaths came out in quick, hard, gasp. After a few moments, they regained their strength and wrapped their arms in a loving embrace.

"I love you, Daisuke." Ken said softly as he kissed Ken's earlobe.

"I love you too." Daisuke replied smiling softly at his lover. They brought their heads together and began to kiss passionately. Enthralled as Ken was with Daisuke at that moment he some how managed to open his eyes through their kiss and look at the clock hanging on the wall just above the television . The smooth black hands said it was a quarter to five.

"Oh my goodness! Miyako will be here any minute." Ken yelled breaking the kiss he had wanted to last forever.

"So what, she's going to find out about us eventually, why rush." Said Daisuke calmly as he watched Ken dash about the living room collecting his and Daisuke's clothing.

"Look this isn't how I wanted her to find out. I…I don't want her to hate me." Daisuke slowly walked over to Ken and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Ken, do you still have feelings for her?"

"I still care for her, but I don't think I love her the way I use to. Not since you and I…" Ken stopped and looked deep into Daisuke's eyes.

"Please, not this way." Ken whispered. Daisuke nodded his head and smiled. Stealing the small bundle from Ken's arms, Daisuke placed it down on the couch and the two of them started to pick through it to find their own articles of clothing. Just as Daisuke pulled his shirt over his head and Ken turned on the television both heard the familiar sound of the lock clicking open. Not even a second later Miyako entered the small apartment, caring two large grocery bags. She was bundled up from head to toe and covered in snow.

"Could one of you macho guys help me with these." She said with exhaustion. Ken and Daisuke quickly rushed over to aid Miyako.

"Hey Miyako, how's it going?" Daisuke greeted her brightly as he took one of the bags out of her arms. Miyako smiled weakly back at him.

"Good I guess. Ever since dad let me take charge of the market I've been a nervous wreck. But hey I shouldn't complain. I get everything for free now." She laughed as she shook the one remaining bag still in her arms. Ken took hold of it and was about to turn away when Miyako grabbed his arm.

"So, how was your day sweetheart?" Miyako asked lovingly. Ken looked down, unable to look into Miyako's eyes. They where beautiful, she was beautiful, and he hated himself for what he was doing to her.

"Oh, you know the usual stuff. Their making me take some more exams and physicals. I guess they need to be a hundred percent sure I'm detective material."

"Well if it helps any, I know you are." Yolei said softly. Ken smiled at her and started to turn away again.

"Hey, don't I get a welcome home kiss?" Yolei pouted behind him. Ken sighed and placed the bag down on the couch, then turned back to Miyako. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. It was a tight short kiss, Ken didn't even open his mouth when Yolei grazed her tongue along his lower lip. Quickly pulling away, Miyako brought her hands up to cup Ken's face and said,

"Ken, what's wrong?" It took all Ken's willpower to look into Miyako's eyes and say, "I'll tell you after dinner."

"But why after dinner, if it's something important you should tell me now." Her tone was that of concern and frustration.

What could be wrong? Did he get fired? Shit, I hope not! Miyako again looked into Ken's eyes then said softly,

"You promise you'll tell me everything after we finish dinner?"

"I'll have to." Ken said quietly as he finally pulled away from her and took the grocery bag into the kitchen.

Miyako stood in the entrance for a few seconds, trying her hardest to figure out what could be troubling her fiancé. Finally she decided that it was no use worrying about it and she began pulling her coat, hat and scarf off. After getting her boots off and placing her feet into her slippers, Miyako went to the staircase and climbed to her and Ken's bedroom. She quickly changed into to some dry clothes, fixed her hair and rushed back down to start dinner. When she entered the kitchen she found that Ken and Daisuke had put away every bit of the groceries.

"Job well done guys, just for that, I'm going to make something extra special." Ken and Daisuke smiled happily and started to exit the kitchen.

"Hey Daisuke could I talk to you for a second?" Miyako called after him before he had completely walked through the door way. Daisuke looked at Ken who sat nervously on the couch. Daisuke gave him a quick smile that told him not to worry then turned and came back into the kitchen.

"What's up Miyako?" Daisuke said happily. Miyako began rummaging through the cupboards and refrigerator pulling out the ingredients she needed for that nights dinner. She placed some vegetables sink and began washing them. When that task was done she finally started to speak.

"Daisuke, has Ken been acting strange today?" She watched Daisuke's face as she asked the question. Miyako could have been imagining it, but she thought she saw a hint of something in his eyes.

"No. I mean not that I've noticed." Miyako could tell by the way Daisuke stood and spoke to her that he was lying. Very bluntly she said,

"Look, Ken told me that he had something he wanted to tell me after dinner. Do you know what it is? Don't lie to me" For a second Miyako thought Daisuke was going to deny knowing anything, but then she saw his face change from his normal goofy Daisuke face to the more rare solemn Daisuke face.

"Yes, I know. But please don't make me say anymore. Let Ken tell you after dinner like he wants to."

"I just don't understand why he told you but not me. I mean I'm his fiancée right?" She looked up pleadingly into Daisuke's eyes. Daisuke looked back sadly at her and said,

"You'll know soon enough." And with that he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Dinner was eaten in relative silence. Someone would speak only to ask for a dish to be past to them. When they had all had their fill, Ken stood up and was preparing to take the dishes into the kitchen when Miyako stopped him.

'Wait Ken! Please sit down and tell me what you wanted to say." Ken sat back down in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. The silence in the room was substantial, almost nerve wrecking. Ken looked up at Miyako's face and saw the questioning concern. He saw her start to open her mouth to say something, but he cut her off when he blurted out,

"I'm in love with someone else." Miyako's mouth hung open. Ken could tell he had already crushed her. Miyako's eyes glazed over as leaned forward in her hands.

"Who. . .who is she?" Miyako asked in a shushed whisper. Ken cleared his throat then said just as softly,

"He's sitting right across from you."

Miyako's head snapped up and she quickly looked back and forth between the two men.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Ken look away and shook his head. Suddenly Miyako could feel her world crashing in on her. Standing up too quickly she became dizzy and almost lost her balance. She didn't want to yell, didn't want to fight. All she wanted to do was get out of the apartment . Get out of the place she had called home with the man she thought had loved her.

"I'm going to go out and get some air." Miyako said as she walked out of the dinning room. As she slipped her boots on she heard Ken come through the door way.

"Miyako, I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt you." Ken pleaded. Miyako didn't even look at him when she asked,

"How long has this been going on?"

"About six months." Ken answered truthfully. Miyako finally turned to Ken letting her anger spill from her a little.

"We've been engaged for eight months. We had one more week and we where going to spend the rest of our lives together. How you do this to me?" A few tears started to fall down from her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Was all Ken could say. Miyako fought the urge to slap him and turned around to grab her coat.

"When I get back, I'll start moving my stuff out."

"There's no need for you to do that!" Ken said with surprise.

"Well I don't think I could bare to live here any more." Miyako said as she pulled the door open and stepped out into the poorly lit hall way.