Cross Eyed
By Moonlit Eyes


There are a few things about Fuyuki that became a part of Daisuke, so to speak. One of them was called Yogurt Energy facial mask, which was currently being applied carefully around the eyes. Daisuke really loved pampering his skin, though he had to wonder if it caused suspicion amongst his peers. After all, how many soccer players do you know spend hours in the sun and still manage to have glowing, smooth skin and kissable, irresistible lips?

Not that he was thinking his lips were irresistible…

"She said 'loving you made me happy everyday,'" Daisuke sung softly along with Jun's LarcenCiel CD in the next room, making sure that he didn't alert his sister to his voice. He'd rather die than have someone mistake him for another "groupie." He didn't see why someone would spend so much on a band that you could hear just as well on the radio. Daisuke tried to tell Jun this once, but she just said that he was as bad considering his collection of soccer memorabilia.

Girls just didn't "get it" sometimes…

"Hey, brat, you're up early--" Jun's voice stopped abruptly in a gasp, "you bought more facial stuff and didn't tell me?" Her accusation rang through the apartment.

"Shh!" Daisuke dragged her inside and shut the door quickly. "Do you want to wake up our parents and let them see me like this?" He waved over his face and at the beauty supplies on the counter.

"You're right, you look pretty frightening like that." Jun gently turned him to face the mirror. "Though if you ask me, it's quite the improvement." She nearly cackled at her own joke as Daisuke threw off her hands.

"Oh ha ha," Daisuke rolled his eyes and went about playing with a random object nearby.

"Okay, okay," Jun said through a few giggles, making a show of wiping tears from her eyes, "seriously, though, what's up?"

"What are you going on about this time?" Daisuke asked annoyed, the random object now being identified as his dad's miracle hair growth kit…or something like that. Jun just snorted and began to ready her toothbrush.

"You're up earlier than you hafta be and you're wearing a facial. The last time this happened you were worried about not having enough money for that stupid game system."

"First off, Nintendo is never stupid, okay?" Daisuke waved a hairdryer threateningly at her. "And second… Hikari's gonna meet Fuyuki today."

Jun nearly shoved her toothbrush down her throat.

"You told someone? Really?" Jun gave Daisuke a look he hadn't seen since he asked for her help with his hobby for the first time, a look both calculating and strange and Daisuke wasn't sure he wanted to know what it meant.

"Well, she needed help and Fuyuki is kinda involved, you know?" Daisuke shrugged and sat on the nearby clothes hamper. "Besides, she said she wouldn't tell anyone and it'd be kinda fun too," he looked away, "I hope."

"Oh, my little brother," Jun sighed and began to play with something Daisuke couldn't see. "You have nothing to worry about. If she's half the friend you make her seem then you should be just fine. Besides it's not like you to worry about things like other people opinions, so don't." Jun faced him fully, her fist pumped into the air, "and if she does hurt you I'll make her cry real good, just for you! Only I'm allowed to do that."

"Gee, thanks," Daisuke rolled his eyes. It was true though, and he knew that. Daisuke and Jun did some pretty cruel things to each other that left them at odds for even months sometimes, but if anyone else ever slightly offended one of them they paid pretty harshly. The number of detentions and calls home to their parents were evidence of that. "Wait! Hold up. Did I say you could use my stuff?" Daisuke growled, his thoughts being snapped to awareness at the sight of his brand new cosmetics in his sister's hands.

"Speaking of your stuff, how long has that been on your face?" Jun snorted when Daisuke saw the clock read two minutes past when he was supposed to rinse his face.

"Man! I hope my face doesn't dry out. My skin can be so sensitive sometimes." He grumbled while wiping off his face. Jun just smiled and hugged him from behind.

"Oh, little brother, I just love you sometimes! I wish I hadn't missed all those years putting you in pretty dresses!" She squealed.

"Gross, you ugly cow, get off!"

The sound of a harsh slap across someone's back was all that was left of that conversation.

--

"So, hi, Hikari," Daisuke grinned nervously, clutching is larger than normal backpack's strap. School was officially over now, their classmates walking past them towards home or to hang out. They had met at lunch and agreed to meet in front of the school when they were released from class.

"Hello, Daisuke." Hikari smiled back at him. "So where are we going to go?"

"Umm…" Daisuke shuffled his feet nervously. "I thought you could go ahead to that new café you and Miyako were talking about, the one you said had really good juice and stuff." He shifted the weight of his backpack. "I'll meet you there real quick. Shouldn't be more then twenty minutes or so."

"Okay then," Hikari waved her cell phone at Daisuke. "Call me when you're almost there, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." He began to walk towards the empty locker rooms… or at least he hoped they were empty now. "I'll see you in a bit then."

"See ya!" Hikari waved and went off in her direction.

--

"I'm outside, I can see you through the window."

Hikari looked out the café's windows. "Where?" Though she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, she had a good idea of what to expect: Daisuke Motomiya…in a dress.

"I'm right outside the doors now."

"Still can't find you." She was trying her best to see her friend. It really shouldn't have been that hard, the street wasn't that busy.

"I'm inside now."

"Where?" Hikari quickly looked over at the doors, but just then a whole group of people walked in and none of them matched her mind's vision. She imagined Daisuke would be a little obvious. He wasn't the most graceful person when a soccer ball wasn't involved. Not to mention his frame was obviously that of a boy's. She pictured his hair to be the usual wild mess but covered instead with various clips or maybe a head band. Hikari wasn't sure what he was thinking. He was good looking for a boy…but as a girl? He would stand out like a sore thumb. Then there was his voice which was always the deepest in their classes; that alone would be a dead giveaway. "Yeah, I'm still not seeing you."

Hikari had a good idea what to expect--

"Now do you see me?"

--and the pretty girl next to her wasn't it at all.

"Dais--"

"Fuyuki." The girl responded quickly, her voice, though slightly husky, was unmistakably female…wait, it would be mistakably female's? "Call me, Fuyuki, Hikari-chan." She spoke really sweet too.

"Fuyuki?" Hikari gaped at her friend, amazed at the transformation.

"Yes, after all a cute girl should have a cute name, ne?" Fuyuki winked. Hikari blushed.

"Um, right," Hikari, at loss for words, gestured to the drink across from her. "I got you one already."

"Thanks." And so the girl sat down at placed her bag (which Hikari just noticed was Daisuke's backpack converted into a side bag and oh how she wanted it now) next to her and began to slip politely on the drink. Hikari couldn't stop staring. This girl didn't look like Daisuke at all in first glance. For one, Fuyuki's long black hair, tied nicely below her left ear and laying in large curls down the front of her, was a strong contrast to Daisuke's usual short and wild burgundy spikes. Then there was her body. Hikari noticed that you couldn't see the hard muscle Daisuke usually tried to show off through the outfit Fuyuki wore. She really liked the clothes, by the way. Fuyuki was wearing a blue sweater with a large scoop neck, the sleeves were really loose till the middle of her forearm where they clung tightly till halfway down her hand. She wore a scarf of the same color and a long black skirt with laced up boots to finish the outfit, or at least Hikari thought so. The Child of Light was too busy staring at the one part that stood out the most…

…Daisuke Motomiya had boobs. They weren't bigger than Hikari's, but they did look nicer? Wait, that wasn't right. Or was it? And why was Hikari still staring at her friend's chest? Was this okay because they weren't real or…why am I still thinking about this?

"Hikari?" Dai--Fuyuki waved a hand in front of Hikari's face. "You okay?"

"Huh?" Hikari snapped her eyes up to meet Fuyuki's eyes and was confused again. Daisuke was well known for having large, expressive brown eyes. Fuyuki's were a pretty cobalt blue.

"Contacts." Fuyuki answered the questioning gaze. "Just in case, you know? I mean, they're kinda obvious but…well, it couldn't hurt, right?"

"They look nice," Hikari managed out, "you look…wow."

"Is that a bad wow, or a good wow, or a 'oh my god I need to run' wow?" Fuyuki giggled nervously.

"It's a good wow," Hikari said, a little more comfortably now. Her shock was slowly draining out of her.

"Good, because I wanna go shopping!" Fuyuki stood up abruptly. "I just got a killer allowance for not completely bombing my last test and I need to spend it now!" She reached out and grabbed Hikari's hand, dragging the other girl behind her.

"What? Wait! Dai--I mean, Fuyuki, what about our drinks!?"

--

Hikari and Fuyuki were laughing harder then they ever had together. Both were hunched over themselves on a bench, a couple of bags placed between them from various stores that Fuyuki had demanded they go to.

"Oh hell, didja see his face? He was totally flirting with me!" Fuyuki managed to gasp out. "Man, he woulda died if he knew I'm a dude."

"I know, I know!" Hikari let the last of her giggles fade out. "Oh my god, that was so much fun."

"Yeah." Fuyuki sighed. "What time is it?"

"It's almost nine." Hikari said after checking her digivice, never being able to be without it. "I think I need to go home soon.

"Hm, me too." Fuyuki stretched out her arms for a second. "I need to be able to get dressed before my parents come home."

"You can do that over at my place, Fuyuki-chan." Hikari smiled. "No one should be home right now, okay?" She stood up and looked down at Fuyuki's concentrating face.

"Umm," Fuyuki chewed her lip unsure for a second before nodding, "okay."

"Hey, Daisuke?" Hikari said, purposely using her friend's real name while keeping her eyes on the street.

"Yeah, Hikari?"

"We should do this more often."

A surprised, but definitely happy, smile was nearly instantly on Daisuke's. "Yeah, we should."

--

"I'm home!" Hikari yelled into the apartment from habit. As she slipped off her shoes, she turned to face Fuyuki. "Do you want some tea after you're done changing?"

"Sure, okay." Fuyuki walked towards Hikari and Taichi's room, the two siblings still sharing though Taichi was supposed to move out on his own soon.

"Who are you?" Fuyuki snapped her head up to see Taichi, Yamato, and Sora sitting around the room in various places.

"I…I'm uh…I--" Fuyuki felt panic well in her stomach, watching each of them with flickering glances. "I… well," She squeezed her eyes shut and began to back of the room. She managed to stutter out a quick, "I'm sorry," before slamming the door and running swiftly into the kitchen.

"Huh? I thought you were going to change?" Hikari asked, confused as to why her friend was leaning heavily on the counter, breathing harshly with a hand grasped in her shirt… and well, why said friend still looked like a girl.

"People…your room…sitting there," Fuyuki calmed down and stood up straight. "I gotta go home now." She turned around swiftly, hoping to make a quick getaway with no more close calls like a minute ago, but instead crashed into something warm (and, as an afterthought, smelling rather nice) that sent her falling backwards. She never hit the ground, however, as a strong hand caught hers and helped her upright again.

"Hey, are you okay?" Fuyuki blinked up and found herself staring into a pair of brilliant blue eyes.

"Yes, thanks, Ishida-sempai," she managed to say after a minute of stupidly staring at the taller musician.

"Fuyuki?" Hikari blurted out quickly. The one in question blushed brightly, realized she was still clutching Yamato's hand, and jumped back a few steps.

"Fuyuki?" Yamato leaned closer a little. "Do I know you?"

"Um, no, you don't!" Fuyuki turned away abruptly, hoping her secret was still safe. "Bai bai, Hikari-chan! I'll see you later, ne?" She giggled nervously before rushing as quickly as she could out of the Yagami residence and towards her own.

Fifteen minutes later, a boy with burgundy hair that was pinned away from his face and wearing a pair of pajama bottoms was found sitting on his bed, clutching his right hand. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he let himself fall sideways onto the floor.

"Did I really call him Ishida-sempai? Ew, that's what all his fan girls call him lately." Daisuke whispered to himself. A small smile crawled onto his face for a reason he wasn't sure of and he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep.

For the next few days, Daisuke would wake up humming songs by The Teenage Wolves without even realizing it.


A/N: WOO! Another chapter down!