I Would Lie For You

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Warnings: This fic is a humorous tale of Takeru's cross-dressing antics to win his brother's heart... with Daisuke's help. Some mentions of abuse w/no details in later chapters, references to sex and alcohol, and some minor cursing

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short (and Iori is a little grumpy..)

Pairings: Yamakeru, Daikari, Takeru and Daisuke friendship

"Takeru, are you sure this is the best route to take?" Iori cautioned. "Eventually he will find out and when he does-"

"I'll deal with that when the time comes..." Takeru insisted, taking a seat on the floor in his circle of friends. They all had been called to Iori's house at his insistance. Other houses were... too populated to discuss such important matters. Takeru had been nervous going in, but he trusted Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, and Hikari. Ken, by extension, although the boy hadn't been able to attend. Miyako promised to fill him later.

When Takeru did finally spill his plan to cross-dress, the giggles subsided when the question arose: why? When Takeru further explained the reason, they were oddly accepting and quickly into a debate about how this entire plan was going to work:

"Um... won't he notice certain things right off the bat?" Daisuke pouted.

"He has a point, your brother is fast..." Miyako said, sinking into her shoulders. She didn't know from personal experience, but had plenty of friends who did, just like Daisuke had known. The beautiful blonde would have his hands through the boy's hair and all over his thighs within minutes...

"My brother is fast?" Takeru sighed, looking a little disheartened. It wasn't exactly new news, but to hear it from his friends made it a bit worse. "Well, I'll prove I'm not like all the other girls-" At this, Daisuke snorted and Takeru glared at him. "-I'll take things slower."

"I still say honesty is the best policy-" Iori started, but he was cut off a second time, now by Daisuke's hand over his mouth as he shouted.

"Boobs! He needs boobs!"

"We're all aware, Daisuke," snapped Miyako. "You're lucky Takeru. Hikari and I know a lot of make up tricks. We'll have to smooth out your hair."

"Yes, a wig is too noticable..." Hikari agreed.

"You just want to see Takeru in a dress, Daisuke," Iori argued.

"Eh," Daisuke mused. "Not in my top 100 things I'd love to see, but I'll go for it."

"Contacts!" Iori barked, then composed himself. "His eyes..." the boy blushed. "They're too noticable, especially to someone that knows him."

"Thanks, Iori!" Takeru said with a huge smile.

"Even though lying is not how I would do things, I'm your friend, Takeru."

"When do we get to the boobs?" Daisuke insisted.

"Oh, Daisuke~" Miyako chimed, catching the cinammon haired boy's attention. "You know... with Takeru smitten, you know who is on the market."

"Voldemort? Or, no... those things with the claws and the cloaks! Those We Don't Speak Of!"

Miyako sighed into her hand and continued in their private whispers, "Hikari, you dolt."

"Oh, right..." Daisuke hummed, his gaze immediately fixating on the girl. She was giggling with Takeru.

"I think it's a romantic gesture," Hikari was telling him. Takeru was blushing the entire time. "Maybe Yamato will, too."

"...what about my hair?" Takeru wondered, running his fingers over a set of strands and holding it out from his head.

"We'll dye it," Miyako suggested.

"Wait, what about school?" Hikari added. "Won't Yamato notice Takeru is suddenly a brunette?"

"Hey, why can't he be a redhead?" Daisuke questioned, flopping on the floor. "Everyone knows Yamato likes redheads."

"Jun tell you that, Daisuke?" Takeru chuckled.

"Actually, I read it in a magazine!" Daisuke snorted. Everyone glanced at him. "What? I can read."

"We're sure you have the reading skills of a turkey, Daisuke," Miyako started, "But what magazine?"

"...you guys don't read Shoxx?" Daisuke breathed.

"Why are you reading a rock music magazine, Dai?" Hikari smiled, starting to definetly rethink this boy.

"I wanna start my own band, too. I even planned to ask Yamato for some tips, but he always busy practicing and avoiding me..." Daisuke sighed, then reached for his schoolbag and pulled out an issue. "Since the Wolves' had new single last week, they're talking about it here." The cinammon-haired boy pointed to a column in the middle of the magazine. There was a spread of the Wolves. Takeru leaned in closer. His brother was wearing a black dress shirt and some washed out jeans, with a cigarette between his teeth. He looked too contemplative for Takeru's taste- he was sitting at a table, eyes narrowed at the distance. One leg was underneath the table and the other was over the side of the seat, making a provocative look. A little too sad compared to the person Takeru actually knew. Then he wondered: did he really know Yamato or was this just the label's interpretation of him as a lyricist?

"Nice, you can learn what any fan would know, Takeru."

"Not to mention he has the advantage of personally knowing him and all," Iori added.

"What if he wears a wig to school? We can find one similar enough... With that bucket hat, I doubt anyone will notice," Miyako announced. She had clearly been thinking about this for some time.

"This is a lot of trouble to go through when you could just talk to him, Takeru. Why do you think he would be any less accepting than the rest of us?" Iori pressed once more. "You all sound crazy."

"Iori, if you're not going to help, you can leave," Takeru snapped.

"Takeru..." Hikari whispered.

"I don't see how lying to your brother or leading him on is going to make how you feel about him any easier to accept," Iori said, standing. He flung his bookbag over his shoulder, glaring at Takeru.

Takeru struggled to explain his actions, but if he just went outright and said it then he could lose Yamato forever, not to mention be isolated from his parents as well. Who knew how the older kids felt on the issue, too? "I respect your feelings, Iori. I always have. Hell, you're probably right, but just promise me you won't tell anyone?"

"If this gets out of hand, I may break that promise, Takaishi," Iori stated, then bowed and announced he would spend the remainder of the meeting in his father's dojo, practicing kendo.

"Well, that went well," Daisuke announced.