Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, but I do however love these characters to death.
Takeru's POV
The dorm room was empty. I had prepared myself for a terribly happy roommate that tried his very best to befriend me and make me 'come out of my shell'. I happen to like it there and have absolutely no intention to budge. I tried the key they gave me but it didn't seem to work. So I simply opened the door. Well, to say the dorm room was empty wouldn't be exactly true. Though it had no human beings in it at the time, the communities of germs thriving in the filthy environment probably would kill any and all inhabitants of this place.
I rushed back to the admission hall and talked to the lady who assigned me the room. She informed me that I had gotten the dorm number wrong. I sighed in relief before heading over to my actual dorm. I felt the same unease and butterflies in my stomach that I felt when I entered that disaster zone of a room. I really hoped that whoever I was put with didn't hate me too much. Nor would I want anyone to be overly friendly either. That would be terrible. This time when I inserted the key, I heard the lock open as I twisted the piece of metal in my hands.
That was a good sign, now what sight awaits me behind door number 2? There was a boy sitting at a desk facing away from the door with headphones on his head. I set my stuff near the unoccupied bed and walked closer to the boy. He looked very similar to Taichi but his hair was a slightly different color and he was shorter than my brother's boyfriend. He had a book propped up in front of him but he didn't seem to notice me. I gingerly poked at his head. No response. I poked a bit harder. Still nothing. Now I was getting annoyed. I pushed his head to the side. It just fell over and I noticed that he had his eyes closed. Wait, this was the guy in literature, now what was his name?
Now I feel guilty for doing that. Should I wake him up or should I wait till he wakes up and then introduce myself? I chose the former. I slowly removed his headphones. I then leaned into his face and shouted into his face as loud and high pitched as I could have gone. Startled, he fell back in his chair. I couldn't help but grin malevolently at his confusion. His face soon morphed into an evil look of his own when he pounced on me and straddled me. I yelped in surprise as I fell backwards.
"Who are you and what are you doing in the realm of Daisuke Motomiya?" he demanded haughtily. "Wait a second…. I know you. You're lone wolf Takaishi aren't you? You're in my lit class." Lone wolf Takaishi, eh? It has a nice ring to it I suppose. Daisuke looked quite red in the face when he realized what he just said. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it like that. It's just that that's what everyone calls you, and it just came out." Everyone calls me that? I wonder if Kari calls me that too.
"I couldn't care less Daisuke, my name is Takeru Takaishi and I am your new roommate." I replied. He seemed kind of shocked but got up off me. He grinned sheepishly and muttered another apology. This guy sure knows how to get into unfortunate situations. He seems okay though. Not as reserved as I wanted but beggars can't be choosers, can they? "So, Takeru, who do you usually hang out with? How come you're only shifting into a dorm room now?"
That question about who I was hung out with reminded me of the rant Miyako gave when I went over and sent chills down my spine. "I don't hang out with anybody. Lone wolf, remember? I moved into the dorms because I didn't want to stay with my mom anymore." I replied. The answer was concise and didn't go deep into matters he need not concern himself with. Daisuke looked somewhat embarrassed and kind of shy so he went to his bed and laid down on it. "Okay. This is my bed and whatever you do, do not open this drawer," he announced and pointed at the wooden bedside table "This contains personal things and I don't want you to be going through them." He finished seriously.
I nodded and went about arranging my clothes in the small cupboard that they had provided. While unpacking, I placed an old picture of me and my mother on my desk along with all my books. I put my toothbrush and other toiletries in the bathroom. I pulled out my phone charger and music player and kept it on my bedside table. A flash of silver caught my eye and I took the small whistle out from inside the bag. I smiled at it for a minute and hung it on one of the hooks near the desk.
Content with all that I have done, I decided to take a shower. I pulled a towel from the cupboard and entered the bathroom. I let the lukewarm water run down my body and felt myself relax. I got out of the small cubicle, wiped myself off and tied the towel around my waist. When I got back into the room, Daisuke was awake and looked ready to leave. He stopped however when he saw me and stood there, frozen. What's his problem? "Hey Daisuke, staring is rude. Didn't your parents ever teach you that?" I said and pulled on a pair of boxers before discarding the wet towel.
"No, not really." I heard him mumble. Halfway through putting on my t-shirt, I turned to him and saw that he had a sad look on his face. Not risking more conversation, I muttered softly "I'm sorry, I didn't…." well what? I didn't know what? I shook my head and resumed dressing. He looked quite uncomfortable but he didn't move, still looking at me. This was slightly unnerving. Is he analyzing me or something? Wait, he had started to blush. Oh my god, he was checking me out! I sigh and poke him in the face to bring him out of his dazed state.
"I'm sorry. I just was…." He trailed off, sounding quite embarrassed. Now, this I could work with. "You were just what? Looking at me? Staring at me? Blushing? Undressing me with your eyes, while I was dressing?" I added in a mockingly seductive tone. His face turned beet red and he looked lost for words. "I….. Wasn't doing anything like…. That was not me staring I did not." He somehow managed. Good, now I play a little anymore. "What's wrong, Dai-chan? Aren't you attracted to me? Did I not show enough of my soft, supple and wet skin? Don't you want to see or even, touch more? If you ask, I might just let you." I asked in what I imagined to be a smooth tone. I surprised myself at how much I was teasing this boy.
He promptly turned and ran out of the room. Hmmm, that was fun. Now what can I do to entertain myself in this place? I spotted an old TV in the room and started the search for the remote. I found it wedged between Daisuke's mattress and the wall. I wonder how it got there. Another interesting picture I found was of Taichi and Kari, looking much younger. This is weird. Do I act like I never found this? I hope he's not the stalker-type person. It would be a shame if he had a crush on Kari too, or even worse if he had crush on Tai, considering his earlier behavior, I wouldn't put it past him.
Now I'm seriously hoping that he doesn't think I actually want him to make a move on me. It's not like he was that unattractive either, in fact he looks pretty good. It's just that I'm not into guys, not in the least. Maybe I was a little bi-curious during high school but that was just a phase and it quickly passed.
I sat on the armchair that was placed in front of the TV and flick through the channels. Everything is either too boring or it's something I've already watched. In the end I started watching reruns of some comedy series. These shows never make me laugh. Actually, it feels like it has been a long time since I actually laughed. I sigh at the depressing thought. My life is so boring. This move is probably the biggest thing that has happened since middle school, when I used to be less closed off. Now, that is just as sad. Sitting in that chair, I slowly drifted to sleep.
Worry not, Takeru is not gay. I may play around with this for a while but Takeru is not going to fall in love with Daisuke and it is not going to end up as a fic where he has to make a 'choice' between Kari and Dai. Nope, not going to do it. Review if you liked this chapter.
