WARNING: Slight jabs at 'Romantic Takari'.

Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize? Yeah, not mine.

Dedication: Every person who hates seeing Takari fans using crests and stupid things like that for "support". I'm sorry, but . . . no. Really, just no.

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Author's Note: This is drabblish one-shot. Regardless to popular belief, I really freakin' love Daikari. It's pretty amazing, to be honest.

Rating: K+

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Everyone said we were destined to be together. Hope and Light do sound perfect, don't they? After all, there is no hope without light and light can't shine without hope. My whole life I've heard how TK and I were meant to be together. Everyone said it. Everyone. Even my big brother.

Ever since the beginning TK and I have been there for each other. I love him. Honestly, I love him. I'm just not in love with him. Everyone finds this completely ridiculous, however. They said we were perfect together. But so what if we were? Perfect relationships get boring! I mean when Sora and Matt started going out, everyone gushed to them about how cute they looked together, and how they were made for each other. They broke up in a couple of weeks. When I asked what was wrong with Matt, Sora yelled (though admittingly in a motherly tone) at me, and told me that absolutely nothing was wrong with him. He was a perfect gentlemen, nd a outstanding boyfriend. But being perfect all the time, gets old, you know? Now, she's dating my brother, and when I asked why in the world she would rather have Tai than Matt, she told me he brought spice to her life. Just then he ran into the room, and announced that he was joining the circus. I have no idea how she puts up with him.

The point is, that just because you are perfect together, doesn't mean your perfect for each other. TK is my best friend, and we share the strongest platonic love I know. But that's all it is. Platonic. If I dated him, things would be so perfect. Did anyone ever think that maybe, just maybe, I didn't want perfect?

I shivered slightly and hugged my pillow tightly. The door opened with a bang, and I shot to a sitting position. Daisuke 'Davis' Motimaya strolled into my room with praticed ease.

"Let's go swimming!" Davis shouted, obviously excited at the notion.

"It's fall!" I shot back, shaking my head at his wild ideas.

"Yeah . . . I know. But I really want to go!"

"We'll freeze! And why would you want to go swimming anyway?"

"So I could see you in a bikini?" He looked at me innocently.

"Perv!" I threw the pillow I was holding at Davis's head, but he ducked just in time and the pillow landed to the floor with a muffled 'thud'.

"How can I not be, when someone so hot is sitting right in front of me?" He teased, lowering his voice huskily.

"Was that meant to be a pick up line? 'Cause it sucked." I laughed lightly.

"I was just telling the truth, cutie," Davis smirked.

"Ughh, stop it with the petnames, will you?"

"I will . . . if we go to the beach, pumpkin."

"Will going there make you shut up?"

"Most likely."

"Let's go!"

"Hey! That hurt." Davis put on a mock-hurt look.

"Sorry. I love you, anyway." I opened my arms, beckoning Davis towards me.

"Love you too!" Davis skipped across the room, and landed on my bed. He pulled me into his lap, and when I looked down I realized he already had his swimming trunks on.

"You jerk!" I exclaimed in a fake outraged tone, whacking him on the back on his head.

Davis smiled sheepishly and in an effort (I'm sure) to make me forget, brought his head up and gave me a kiss. I unwillingly melted into the kiss. We sat kissing for a while before . . .

"So we gonna leave yet?"

"DAVIS!"

Yeah, my relationship definitely wasn't perfect. But I sure had a heck of a lot more fun.