Disclaimer: Don't owwwwn, I apologize for ruining the characters!

Warnings: I'm really really really sorry, I ruined Kamio, I'm just insane. Yup, I've been DDR-less for over a month, don't like it one bit, and this is my venting. Yeah...DDR really does ruin your soul. Owns it too. I'm such a freak.

Author's Notes: Please review! n.n

Kamio inhaled frantically, grasping his head. Shinji muttered comforts beside him, rubbing his back as the other tried to make it though the panic attack that was currently raking his body. Kamio held his breath, then let it out slowly.

"Thanks Shinji, I think I'm ok now."

Shinji helped Kamio up. The other readjusted his crutches and they continued on their way to Shinji's house. Kamio had injured his hip at a hard practice a month and a half earlier and had been unable to do anything since then- no tennis, no sex, and most importantly...no DDR.

Since he was banned from these activities, Kamio found himself having panic attacks everytime he passed an arcade, tennis court, or whenever Shinji and he kissed for more than a few seconds. Its wouldn't have been so bad if only one had been taken away, but all three at once resulted in a horny, under-exercised, and off his rhythm, and all that added together equaled one very pissed off and high strung Kamio.

"AH! Shinji! Why are you still hanging around me? I'm bitchy all the time, I keep having these stupid attacks, and we can't do anything intimate! Aren't you frustrated too?" They were in Shinji's room, Kamio sitting on a bed and Shinji messing around with the t.v., setting something up, but he wouldn't tell Kamio what.

"I've told you a million times Kamio, I'm with you because I love you, not because I want something from you as stupid as sexual gratification. Also, I ramble to you all the time and you are always patient with me. And sure, I am a bit frustrated, I miss our make-out sessions as much as you do, but hey, masterbation isn't that bad, you know. Its kind of thrilling, being so close to something and not being able to have it. Here, take this."

Kamio looked down at the object in his hand. It was a playstation 2 controller. Shinji sat down next to him on the bed, controller of his own in hand. Shinji pushed play, and hyper techno music flooded the room. Kamio winced and stared at Shinji, who busied himself with picking game mode, then verses mode.

"Shinji, you've got to be kidding me." Kamio whined, shoulders slumping. Shinji wrapped his arm around Kamio's waist and squeezed lightly.

"Hey, controller DDR can be fun. Why don't you give it a try? You never know, you could be like, wow, controller is the most awesome thing ever! And then we could play it a lot, and have a lot of fun." Shinji muttered, clicking on standard mode. He looked expectantly at Kamio, who sighed and clicked on heavy mode.

They spent the next few hours playing all the songs, then replayed their favorites. After they finished playing, Shinji went downstairs and got food. This gave Kamio time to think, and oh what pleasant thoughts they were. He stayed silent as they ate, contemplating how to word his thoughts to Shinji.

"Hey, Shinji, I was thinking..." Kamio started, looking over at Shinji, making sure the spacey boy was paying attention. "There are certain things I can do that won't affect my hip."

Shinji tilted his head, eyes questioning.

"Kamio, you can't do anything like that, you'll just hurt yourself and it will be my fault and I don't want to hurt you because I love you and I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"How's my hip going to be hurt if I only use my mouth?"

Shinji pondered this for a moment, then he grinned.

"I guess that could work."

-fin