Author's note: Wet Daisuke! Yummy:) Sorry, my mind's in the gutter today. This is an attempt at Daikeru/Takedai/Tasuke. This also has Kenyako, Hikori/Hiori/Ikari (I'm not certain how that would be written). Also, Taito/Sorato/Taiora(kinda). Other couples are undecided, if in here at all.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't want to. It would be too much resposibility, getting out all the episodes on time. On the plus side. I would run continous marathons, with all the episodes airing at least once a week. No one would have to miss a fave.
Warning: Shounen-ai. Yaoi. Some good, old-fashioned fluffy goodness. I happen to enjoy this couple, mainly because they remind me of Tai and Matt, who are so cute when they fight.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Weekend Rain
Content: Takedai/Daikeru, Taito, yaoi
Daisuke walked down the street, his auburn hair flattened by the constant drissle of rain. He had left on Jun's advice. She had been a lot nicer lately. So had all of his friends, the digi-destined. Except Ken. -He- was still the same as always.
Quiet, melancholy, alone...all words that fit his mood and thoughts. Every corner he turned seemed to make those feelings stronger. He was heartsore, and it grew with each step, even though it brought him that much closer to its cause.
His head was down as he rounded another corner. He was brought back to reality when he bumped into an older man. He bowed and apologized. Walking away, he realized that he was at a busstop several miles from his house. A picture of his parents flashed in his mind, and he realized that he should call home. Jun, at least, would worry.
He didn't see a familiar teen exit the bus, his blonde hair covered by the familiar white hat. T.K. looked around and found an easily recognized set of goggles and shock of red-brown hair slipping away from the crowd. Without a conscious thought, he followed, his stride long to overcome the distance between them. He didn't call out, didn't try to get the other to stop.
He was a meter away when Davis stepped off the curve to cross the road. In his daze, he didn't see the truck barreling down the road. It took a moment for T.K. to realize what was happening. His feet were rooted to the spot, his breath frozen in his throat.
Davis looked up, his eyes scanning the raod. At the last possible second, a hand grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him backwards. The driver honked as he passed, the tires throwing water from a puddle at them. T.K. was breathing heavy, fear and adrenaline leaving his body in a gasp.
The brunette looked at him, at the road, and back again. "Thank you." It was said simply, sincerely, and without any of his normal excitement.
"No problem." They looked at each other, looking for something, but not knowing what. "Are you okay?" He meant more that physically.
"Been better. You?" The blonde shrugged. With a look of surprise, Davis turned his face up to the sky. "It's raining."
T.K. felt his jaw drop as he looked at his friend closely. The other teen was soaked through, testimony that he'd been in the rain for quite a while. Yet, he wasn't joking. He appeared truly shocked that the water was pouring from the sky. "You -just- noticed?"
"I was thinking." Again, he spoke quietly. He started across the road again, this time checking for traffic. Takeru followed, not realizing that they were headed toward his apartment, just wanting to talk to Davis.
"Hey, Davis?"
"Daisuke."
He paused, confused.
"It's my name. My given name. You don't have to use it, though. It's your choice."
"Oh." He didn't know what else to say. They were friends, and had been, surely. But the rest of the gang was still rather informal, and everyone was referred to by their nicknames. Yamato was Matt, Koushiro still Izzy. The only people he had asked to call him Takeru were Matt, Kari, Cody, and Tai.
Daisuke stopped and turned to him. "Your stop." T.K. looked up at his apartment building. Davis...Daisuke looked at him. "Bye, T.J."
"Takeru."
"Excuse me?"
"My given name."
"Oh." Brown eyes met blue, and they smiled at each other.
"If you come up, you can call your parents, and dry off."
"Thanks." He followed the other boy into the apartment building. "Are you sure your mother won't mind?"
They bypassed the elevator for the stairs. "She's on assignment. I'm alone for the weekend. I'm supposed to check in with Matt each night, but otherwise, I'm on my own."
Daisuke wasn't surprised. At fifteen, T.K...Takeru was a very responsible teen. His own parents left him without supervision. Not because they trusted him, but because as long as the house was in one piece, they didn't care what he did.
"That's nice." They reached the door to his home, and the blonde unlocked it. The phone was on an end table in the living room. The brunette picked it up and dialed his home number.
"Motomiya residence." Jun.
"Jun, I'm at T.K's. Tell mom and dad..." He paused as he heard his father yelling in the background.
"Sorry, Dai. Mom and Dad are fighting. Ask your little friend if you can spend the night. Don't bother calling back. I'll tell them you'll be home Sunday. Love ya, little brother." The line went dead, and he replaced the phone in its cradle.
Takeru was in the kitchen, warming up tea and spring rolls. He had put a towel and change of clothes on the table. Daisuke grabbed it wordlessly from the surface, and headed down the hallway, searching for the bathroom.
It was the second door on the left, the first being the blonde's bedroom. On the way back, he stopped in the first room. Everything was neat and tidy. Light filtered in from the hallway and uncovered window, falling across the pictures on his desk.
"Hey, Takeru?" The first picture was of Takeru and his brother. It was a recent one, with their arms around each other, matching grins, blue eyes sparkling.
"Yeah?" The second was all of the chosen children together, as they had been four years ago, right after they defeated Malomyotismon. They were dirty and grinning. Triumphant.
His gaze was riveted on a picture of himself. He and Veemon were facing an unidentified opponent. They looked determined and fierce. They were the epitomy of self-confidence.
Takeru stood in the doorway as Dai picked up the last frame, the questions dying on two sets of lips. It was a 5x7 of the two of them. Dai was staring off into the distance, his profile caught by sunlight, his expression thoughtful. Takeru stood to the back and side, his gaze resting just as thoughtfully on the brunette.
"That was two years ago, a week before school let out." He had kept the pictures that meant the most to him. After all that time, he hadn't expected Daisuke to come to his house. He hadn't in four years.
"That was the day Cody asked her out, and she wanted to let us know before she said yes." Daisuke put it gently back on the desk.
"She expected to break two hears that day." Silence echoed through the room as the storm continued outside, rain and wind battering against the window.
"Jun said to ask if I could stay here. Our parents are on a rampage, and I'm their favorite target, lately." For most of his life, actually. His tone implied that his company was unwanted by more than just his parents. They hadn't really spoken since Kari and Cody had followed Yolie and Ken into couplehood bliss.
"It's not a problem if you stay. You can sleep on any surface in the apartment." As an afterthought, "Except my bed."
"Oh, darn!" Dai rolled his eyes. "Ruin all my fun." Takeru didn't respond. His mind was still in the past, his eyes on the picture.
~^*^~Flashback~^*^~
"Thanks for meeting me, guys." Kari looked at T.K. and Davis nervously. They stayed silent, having agreed to let her have her say before they interrupted her. "As you know, Ken and Miyako...Yolie, have been going out for a month now. All the older kids have significant others, with the exclusion of my brother and Izzy. So, it's likely that we'll all end up dating someone from within the group."
T.K. had looked at the boy next to him, noticing that he didn't look excited or hopeful. He had finally gotten over his crush on her. The blonde wondered briefly when that had happened.
"So, it shouldn't surprise you that -I've- found someone, too. I'm sorry if I sould like I'm rejecting you, or something, but I really just wanted you both to know."
Davis had stood up and hugged her. "Be happy with him, and treat him well." She had looked surprised, and relieved. She wasn't the only one who had expected a different reaction, despite his assurances that he was over her. T.K. had hugged her also.
"Congratulations, Hikari-chan. You two will be good together."
"I know. Imagine, little Hida Iori being so different after just two years! So sweet, so serious. Same Cody that we've known, but changed somehow."
They all sat back down, Kari between both boys. "He's liked you since shortly after the Jogress. I'm glad that you're giving him a chance, despite the age thing."
"Age doesn't equal maturity." Davis' grin was lopsided, but sincere.
"Or wisdom." T.K. nudged her shoulder.
"I know. Thanks, guys."
"No problem, Kari-kun. No prob."
~^*^~End Flashback~^*^~
"You didn't go to their anniversary party." He ignored the sarcasm in Daisuke's last comment.
"I was grounded. I tried to sneak out, but got caught. I'm grounded until we graduate!" He smiled self-consciously. "They got my gift, though. It's not like I forgot."
"They liked it, too." He had made a clay statue of Gatomon and Armadillomon dancing. They were in rookie form, and wearing formal wear. It had been a very detailed project with a lot of thought and effort behind it. The recipients had been especially pleased and awed by it. "It was really good."
The brunette looked at him in surprise. "Thanks." He said, sincerely flattered by the simple praise. Art had become another close hobby of his, right after soccer, and teasing Yolie. "I've been sort of working on something for your birthday. It's not a statue, or anything big."
It was Takeru's turn to be surprised. "I'm sure it will be great. You've got a lot of talent, Daisuke." He watched as a flush climbed up tan cheeks.
"Yeah, well, don't be surprised if it sucks. I'm doing it with pastels, which is a new medium for me. They're really hard to work with." He put his hands in the pockets of his borrowed pants, his shoulders hunching. The pant cuffs dragged against the ground. The shirt, normally loose on Takeru, was snug-looking on the shorter teen.
"The tea's getting cold." Takeru backed into the hallway, letting his friend lead the way back into the kitchen. As he followed, he realized that the pants were snug, too. He smiled slightly, heat flushing his cheeks. "Nice."
"What?" They reached the kitchen, and the brunette sat in front of the plate of rolls, stuffing the first one in his mouth immediately. Takeru just watched as half the plate disappeared, grinning at his friends obvious enjoyment of the food.
"I was thinking that it's been a while since we've hung out. It's nice to get a chance to catch up." Plus, Dai's athletics payed off well, and he was 'nice' from any angle. The blonde sipped his tea, thankful that his friend didn't notice his blush.
His hunger satisfied, Daisuke leaned back from the table and sighed. His brown eyes swept around the room, and compared it to what he had seen of the rest of the apartment. Everything in order, clean and spotless. His own house was usually chaos, his room cluttered and unkept.
"Soccer's good, art's good. I'm still the video game king. No dates, barely passing, and suffering from Veemon withdraw." He listed it off on his fingers, not mentioning his home life, or family.
"Basketball's good, school's good, Matt's good, and my friends seem happy, with few exceptions. No dates, missing the batpig like crazy, not looking forward to a weekend alone, missing Mom, missing Dad, had missed talking to you, miss the group being together. Cable's off, VCR is broken, Mom stole the paddles to the PS2, the stereo is on the fritz...mmph!"
Dai clamped a hand over his mouth. "You whine too much. But I'll forgive you, since you fed me, if you stop." The blonde nodded. "And I thought I had problems." He grinned, and Takeru smiled in response. He removed his hands.
"It -is- good talking to you again, Dai. You don't seem available too often."
"I've been trying to stay busy. Idle minds are the devil's toys, or some such thing." He had passed from being a constantly annoying dumb jock into a slightly obnoxious semi-intelligent athlete with a short attention span.
"Hands and playthings." Dai raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, as Takeru stood up and moved the used dishes to the sink. "Idle hands are the devil's playthings."
"Oh. For a second, I just thought yo were trying to get kinky." Takeru whipped around as his friend walked calmly into the other room. "Too bad."
The phone rang, interrupting any chance he had of following up on that line of thought. "Takaishi residence." He picked up the kitchen extension.
"Hey, Takeru! How's it going?" Matt's voice crackled over the line as if he were on a payphone.
"Everything's fine. What's up?" He was supposed to be calling his older brother, not the other way around. Not to mention that the elder sounded nervous.
"Not much. Would you mind if I stayed over there over the weekend?" Takeru peeked into the living room, where Daisuke was glaring at a static filled television screen.
"That's cool. No problem. See ya in a bit?" He liked the idea of spending the night alone with Daisuke, but his brother sounded like he needed him. The phone was returned to the wall. "Hey, Dai? We're getting company." The phone rang again. "Takai-"
"Takeru, you have to help me!"
"Tai?"
"I need to find your brother! Where is he? I can't get an answer at your dad's!"
"He's coming here..." The phone slammed in his ear. Things were getting stranger by the second. He looked up to see Daisuke leaning against the door frame, his hair spiked like normal.
"Who's coming?" He waved his hand at the phone. He was still quiet-sounding, but his eyes were smiling.
"Matt, and Tai, it seems." Takeru frowned at the offending appliance that had robbed him of his night alone with Dai. "Something's up. Matt's upset, and Tai's trying to find him. He didn't sound too calm himself, either."
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This wasn't meant to be a cliffhanger. On a side note: did you know that Notepad will only allow approximately 4080 words? I had to cut what I had done, just to finish writing. I didn't want to do chapters, but I'll suffer. They may be cut in odd places, but that will be more to spacing. THERE SHOULDN'T BE CHAPTERS TO BEGIN WITH!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't want to. It would be too much resposibility, getting out all the episodes on time. On the plus side. I would run continous marathons, with all the episodes airing at least once a week. No one would have to miss a fave.
Warning: Shounen-ai. Yaoi. Some good, old-fashioned fluffy goodness. I happen to enjoy this couple, mainly because they remind me of Tai and Matt, who are so cute when they fight.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Weekend Rain
Content: Takedai/Daikeru, Taito, yaoi
Daisuke walked down the street, his auburn hair flattened by the constant drissle of rain. He had left on Jun's advice. She had been a lot nicer lately. So had all of his friends, the digi-destined. Except Ken. -He- was still the same as always.
Quiet, melancholy, alone...all words that fit his mood and thoughts. Every corner he turned seemed to make those feelings stronger. He was heartsore, and it grew with each step, even though it brought him that much closer to its cause.
His head was down as he rounded another corner. He was brought back to reality when he bumped into an older man. He bowed and apologized. Walking away, he realized that he was at a busstop several miles from his house. A picture of his parents flashed in his mind, and he realized that he should call home. Jun, at least, would worry.
He didn't see a familiar teen exit the bus, his blonde hair covered by the familiar white hat. T.K. looked around and found an easily recognized set of goggles and shock of red-brown hair slipping away from the crowd. Without a conscious thought, he followed, his stride long to overcome the distance between them. He didn't call out, didn't try to get the other to stop.
He was a meter away when Davis stepped off the curve to cross the road. In his daze, he didn't see the truck barreling down the road. It took a moment for T.K. to realize what was happening. His feet were rooted to the spot, his breath frozen in his throat.
Davis looked up, his eyes scanning the raod. At the last possible second, a hand grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him backwards. The driver honked as he passed, the tires throwing water from a puddle at them. T.K. was breathing heavy, fear and adrenaline leaving his body in a gasp.
The brunette looked at him, at the road, and back again. "Thank you." It was said simply, sincerely, and without any of his normal excitement.
"No problem." They looked at each other, looking for something, but not knowing what. "Are you okay?" He meant more that physically.
"Been better. You?" The blonde shrugged. With a look of surprise, Davis turned his face up to the sky. "It's raining."
T.K. felt his jaw drop as he looked at his friend closely. The other teen was soaked through, testimony that he'd been in the rain for quite a while. Yet, he wasn't joking. He appeared truly shocked that the water was pouring from the sky. "You -just- noticed?"
"I was thinking." Again, he spoke quietly. He started across the road again, this time checking for traffic. Takeru followed, not realizing that they were headed toward his apartment, just wanting to talk to Davis.
"Hey, Davis?"
"Daisuke."
He paused, confused.
"It's my name. My given name. You don't have to use it, though. It's your choice."
"Oh." He didn't know what else to say. They were friends, and had been, surely. But the rest of the gang was still rather informal, and everyone was referred to by their nicknames. Yamato was Matt, Koushiro still Izzy. The only people he had asked to call him Takeru were Matt, Kari, Cody, and Tai.
Daisuke stopped and turned to him. "Your stop." T.K. looked up at his apartment building. Davis...Daisuke looked at him. "Bye, T.J."
"Takeru."
"Excuse me?"
"My given name."
"Oh." Brown eyes met blue, and they smiled at each other.
"If you come up, you can call your parents, and dry off."
"Thanks." He followed the other boy into the apartment building. "Are you sure your mother won't mind?"
They bypassed the elevator for the stairs. "She's on assignment. I'm alone for the weekend. I'm supposed to check in with Matt each night, but otherwise, I'm on my own."
Daisuke wasn't surprised. At fifteen, T.K...Takeru was a very responsible teen. His own parents left him without supervision. Not because they trusted him, but because as long as the house was in one piece, they didn't care what he did.
"That's nice." They reached the door to his home, and the blonde unlocked it. The phone was on an end table in the living room. The brunette picked it up and dialed his home number.
"Motomiya residence." Jun.
"Jun, I'm at T.K's. Tell mom and dad..." He paused as he heard his father yelling in the background.
"Sorry, Dai. Mom and Dad are fighting. Ask your little friend if you can spend the night. Don't bother calling back. I'll tell them you'll be home Sunday. Love ya, little brother." The line went dead, and he replaced the phone in its cradle.
Takeru was in the kitchen, warming up tea and spring rolls. He had put a towel and change of clothes on the table. Daisuke grabbed it wordlessly from the surface, and headed down the hallway, searching for the bathroom.
It was the second door on the left, the first being the blonde's bedroom. On the way back, he stopped in the first room. Everything was neat and tidy. Light filtered in from the hallway and uncovered window, falling across the pictures on his desk.
"Hey, Takeru?" The first picture was of Takeru and his brother. It was a recent one, with their arms around each other, matching grins, blue eyes sparkling.
"Yeah?" The second was all of the chosen children together, as they had been four years ago, right after they defeated Malomyotismon. They were dirty and grinning. Triumphant.
His gaze was riveted on a picture of himself. He and Veemon were facing an unidentified opponent. They looked determined and fierce. They were the epitomy of self-confidence.
Takeru stood in the doorway as Dai picked up the last frame, the questions dying on two sets of lips. It was a 5x7 of the two of them. Dai was staring off into the distance, his profile caught by sunlight, his expression thoughtful. Takeru stood to the back and side, his gaze resting just as thoughtfully on the brunette.
"That was two years ago, a week before school let out." He had kept the pictures that meant the most to him. After all that time, he hadn't expected Daisuke to come to his house. He hadn't in four years.
"That was the day Cody asked her out, and she wanted to let us know before she said yes." Daisuke put it gently back on the desk.
"She expected to break two hears that day." Silence echoed through the room as the storm continued outside, rain and wind battering against the window.
"Jun said to ask if I could stay here. Our parents are on a rampage, and I'm their favorite target, lately." For most of his life, actually. His tone implied that his company was unwanted by more than just his parents. They hadn't really spoken since Kari and Cody had followed Yolie and Ken into couplehood bliss.
"It's not a problem if you stay. You can sleep on any surface in the apartment." As an afterthought, "Except my bed."
"Oh, darn!" Dai rolled his eyes. "Ruin all my fun." Takeru didn't respond. His mind was still in the past, his eyes on the picture.
~^*^~Flashback~^*^~
"Thanks for meeting me, guys." Kari looked at T.K. and Davis nervously. They stayed silent, having agreed to let her have her say before they interrupted her. "As you know, Ken and Miyako...Yolie, have been going out for a month now. All the older kids have significant others, with the exclusion of my brother and Izzy. So, it's likely that we'll all end up dating someone from within the group."
T.K. had looked at the boy next to him, noticing that he didn't look excited or hopeful. He had finally gotten over his crush on her. The blonde wondered briefly when that had happened.
"So, it shouldn't surprise you that -I've- found someone, too. I'm sorry if I sould like I'm rejecting you, or something, but I really just wanted you both to know."
Davis had stood up and hugged her. "Be happy with him, and treat him well." She had looked surprised, and relieved. She wasn't the only one who had expected a different reaction, despite his assurances that he was over her. T.K. had hugged her also.
"Congratulations, Hikari-chan. You two will be good together."
"I know. Imagine, little Hida Iori being so different after just two years! So sweet, so serious. Same Cody that we've known, but changed somehow."
They all sat back down, Kari between both boys. "He's liked you since shortly after the Jogress. I'm glad that you're giving him a chance, despite the age thing."
"Age doesn't equal maturity." Davis' grin was lopsided, but sincere.
"Or wisdom." T.K. nudged her shoulder.
"I know. Thanks, guys."
"No problem, Kari-kun. No prob."
~^*^~End Flashback~^*^~
"You didn't go to their anniversary party." He ignored the sarcasm in Daisuke's last comment.
"I was grounded. I tried to sneak out, but got caught. I'm grounded until we graduate!" He smiled self-consciously. "They got my gift, though. It's not like I forgot."
"They liked it, too." He had made a clay statue of Gatomon and Armadillomon dancing. They were in rookie form, and wearing formal wear. It had been a very detailed project with a lot of thought and effort behind it. The recipients had been especially pleased and awed by it. "It was really good."
The brunette looked at him in surprise. "Thanks." He said, sincerely flattered by the simple praise. Art had become another close hobby of his, right after soccer, and teasing Yolie. "I've been sort of working on something for your birthday. It's not a statue, or anything big."
It was Takeru's turn to be surprised. "I'm sure it will be great. You've got a lot of talent, Daisuke." He watched as a flush climbed up tan cheeks.
"Yeah, well, don't be surprised if it sucks. I'm doing it with pastels, which is a new medium for me. They're really hard to work with." He put his hands in the pockets of his borrowed pants, his shoulders hunching. The pant cuffs dragged against the ground. The shirt, normally loose on Takeru, was snug-looking on the shorter teen.
"The tea's getting cold." Takeru backed into the hallway, letting his friend lead the way back into the kitchen. As he followed, he realized that the pants were snug, too. He smiled slightly, heat flushing his cheeks. "Nice."
"What?" They reached the kitchen, and the brunette sat in front of the plate of rolls, stuffing the first one in his mouth immediately. Takeru just watched as half the plate disappeared, grinning at his friends obvious enjoyment of the food.
"I was thinking that it's been a while since we've hung out. It's nice to get a chance to catch up." Plus, Dai's athletics payed off well, and he was 'nice' from any angle. The blonde sipped his tea, thankful that his friend didn't notice his blush.
His hunger satisfied, Daisuke leaned back from the table and sighed. His brown eyes swept around the room, and compared it to what he had seen of the rest of the apartment. Everything in order, clean and spotless. His own house was usually chaos, his room cluttered and unkept.
"Soccer's good, art's good. I'm still the video game king. No dates, barely passing, and suffering from Veemon withdraw." He listed it off on his fingers, not mentioning his home life, or family.
"Basketball's good, school's good, Matt's good, and my friends seem happy, with few exceptions. No dates, missing the batpig like crazy, not looking forward to a weekend alone, missing Mom, missing Dad, had missed talking to you, miss the group being together. Cable's off, VCR is broken, Mom stole the paddles to the PS2, the stereo is on the fritz...mmph!"
Dai clamped a hand over his mouth. "You whine too much. But I'll forgive you, since you fed me, if you stop." The blonde nodded. "And I thought I had problems." He grinned, and Takeru smiled in response. He removed his hands.
"It -is- good talking to you again, Dai. You don't seem available too often."
"I've been trying to stay busy. Idle minds are the devil's toys, or some such thing." He had passed from being a constantly annoying dumb jock into a slightly obnoxious semi-intelligent athlete with a short attention span.
"Hands and playthings." Dai raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, as Takeru stood up and moved the used dishes to the sink. "Idle hands are the devil's playthings."
"Oh. For a second, I just thought yo were trying to get kinky." Takeru whipped around as his friend walked calmly into the other room. "Too bad."
The phone rang, interrupting any chance he had of following up on that line of thought. "Takaishi residence." He picked up the kitchen extension.
"Hey, Takeru! How's it going?" Matt's voice crackled over the line as if he were on a payphone.
"Everything's fine. What's up?" He was supposed to be calling his older brother, not the other way around. Not to mention that the elder sounded nervous.
"Not much. Would you mind if I stayed over there over the weekend?" Takeru peeked into the living room, where Daisuke was glaring at a static filled television screen.
"That's cool. No problem. See ya in a bit?" He liked the idea of spending the night alone with Daisuke, but his brother sounded like he needed him. The phone was returned to the wall. "Hey, Dai? We're getting company." The phone rang again. "Takai-"
"Takeru, you have to help me!"
"Tai?"
"I need to find your brother! Where is he? I can't get an answer at your dad's!"
"He's coming here..." The phone slammed in his ear. Things were getting stranger by the second. He looked up to see Daisuke leaning against the door frame, his hair spiked like normal.
"Who's coming?" He waved his hand at the phone. He was still quiet-sounding, but his eyes were smiling.
"Matt, and Tai, it seems." Takeru frowned at the offending appliance that had robbed him of his night alone with Dai. "Something's up. Matt's upset, and Tai's trying to find him. He didn't sound too calm himself, either."
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This wasn't meant to be a cliffhanger. On a side note: did you know that Notepad will only allow approximately 4080 words? I had to cut what I had done, just to finish writing. I didn't want to do chapters, but I'll suffer. They may be cut in odd places, but that will be more to spacing. THERE SHOULDN'T BE CHAPTERS TO BEGIN WITH!!!!!!