The...Princess Bride
Part V: Takeru the Mircale Man
Or
Wedding Crashers and Vengeful Spaniards
OR
Meet Iori the Bishop
* * *
Yeah, hello, I started this right after I finished Part IV, because I know you want to see this finished. So, without any further ado, the conclusion to: "The Princess Bride!"
* * *
"Dead? You can't be serious. I can't have gotten this far just to fail. Ishidas have never given up until there's nothing left to hope for! Have you got money, Taichi?"
"65. Why?"
"I just hope it's enough to buy a miracle. Bring the body with us."
* * *
*knock knock knock!* The door opened a crack, and a prematurely-aged face glared out.
"Who is it?!" Yamato stared at him.
"Takeru? Is it true you worked for the king as a miracle man all those years?" The man glared at Yamato.
"And then the king's stinking daughter fired me! Thanks a lot, Yamato, for not visiting me for twelve years, and then bringing up such a painful subject. Why don't you just give me a paper cut and squeeze lemon juice on it!" The door slammed closed, but Yamato kept knocking. "What?!"
"Takeru, I need your help."
"Why do you want me to help? I'll probably kill whoever you want me to miracle!"
"Listen, Takeru, we're family, and besides, he's already dead." Takeru was quiet for a moment.
"All right; bring him in." When Daisuke's body had been lain on the table, Takeru gave him a quick look-over. "I've seen worse. All right, how much ya' got for this job?" Yamato shook his head.
"We've got 65, TK."
"Pshaw! I never did a job for so little. Except once, and that was for a very noble cause."
"This is a noble cause. His children, they're hungry, his wife sick, he needs to-"
"Yamato, you've never been a good liar." Yamato slammed his hands on the table.
"I need him to avenge our father's death. He alone can help us!" Takeru glanced at the corpse, and scoffed.
"Your first story was better. He probably owes you money, right?" He grabbed a bellows, and placed it in Daisuke's mouth.
"What're you doing? He's dead." Takeru began to pump the bellows.
"Oh, look at you, Mr. Vengence suddenly knows so much! For your information, he's only *mostly* dead, which means he's slightly alive. So now I'll pump his body full of air and ask him why he needs to live." He put the bellows aside. "HELLO IN THERE! HEY! WHAT'S UP HERE THAT'S WORTH LIVING FOR?" There was a long pause, and Yamato had just about given up hope when:
"Tttttt-ruuuuuu lovvvvvve."
"There! True love! You can't ask for a more noble cause!" Takeru smiled.
"Yamato, there really is nothing better than true love, except maybe a good MLT, mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwhich, where the mutton is nice and lean, and the lettuce is crisp, mmmm...but that's not what he said! He quite clearly said 'to blaaave,' which means 'to bluff,' so you were playing cards and he cheated-"
"LIAR! LIAR! True love, he said true LOVE, TK! Ever since Miyako fired you, your confidence has been shot!"
"Get back, witch!" Takeru was trying to push a brown-haired woman back from him.
"I'm not a witch, I'm your wife, but after what you just said, I don't want to be *that,* anymore! TK, you're letting this man sit there dead, and you don't have the decency to tell them why you won't do it! It's Miyako; she made him think he can't help anyone anymore." Takeru glared at her.
"Hikari, you promised never to mention that name!"
"What, Miyako? Miyako, Miyako, Miyako!"
"LALALALALA! I;m not listening!"
"This man is Ken's love! If you bring him back, you'll stop Miyako's wedding!" Takeru's hands dropped.
"I bring him back, Miyako suffers?"
"Humiliations galore!"
"Give me the 65, I'll do it!"
* * *
"The chocolate makes it go down easier," Hikari explained, handing them the pill in a small bag.
"You need to wait 15 minutes for full potency, and you can't go swimming for at least-"
"An hour."
"Thank you," Yamato said. "I'll remember this on your birthday."
"Bye now, have fun storming the castle?"
"Honestly, TK, do you think it'll work?"
"It'd take a miracle."
* * *
"Has it been 15 minutes yet?" Yamato shrugged his shoulders.
"It has to be long enough. Open his mouth, I'm going to force-feed him." With a kiss to the pill, Yamato pushed it down Daisuke's throat. There was an apprehensive moment.
"Who are you? I'll take the two of you! Where am I? Where's Ken?" Yamato raised a hand.
"Let me explain. No, let me sum up. Ken will get married in a little less than half an hour, and I have to get into the castle, stop the wedding, get out, leaving time for me to kill Sora."
"Ah. What are our liabilities?"
"There is only one castle gate, and it is guarded by 100 men."
"Our assets?"
"Your brains, Taichi's strength, and my steel."
"Impossible. Maybe if I had a month, I could come up with something, but this?" He wiggled his finger absently.
"Hey, you wiggled a finger. That's wonderful!" Daisuke managed to turn his head to the brunette.
"My brains, your strength, and his steel against a hundred men, and you think a finger wiggle is supposed to make me happy? I mean, if only we had a wheelbarrow..."
"Taichi, where'd we put the wheelbarrow the albino had?"
"Over the albino, I think."
"Why didn't you list that in our assets?! What wouldn't I give for a holocaust cloak!"
"We can't help you there, Daisuke." Then Taichi pulled a holocaust cloak from his shirt. "Where'd you get that?"
"I tried it on at Takeru's, and it fit so well he let me keep it."
"Well then, we've got something to work with!"
* * *
The wedding was beginning, and Ken and Miyako were kneeling before the altar. A short man glided up to the altar, wearing a priest's clothing. The music died away, and he began to speak.
"Mawwige. Mawwige is what bwings us togevvah-today."
"Stand your ground, men, stand your ground!"
* * *
The towering figure glided towards the guards, shouting at them.
"I am the Dream Pirate Gennai, and I leave no survivors. I am here, you are here, but soon, you will not be here. I am the Dread Pirate Gennai, and I am here for your SOULS!" At the last word, Yamato lit the cloak Taichi was wearing, and the flaming figure advanced towards them. "I am the Dread Pirate Gennai, and there will be NO survivors!" The men scattered, leaving Jun, who fled for the gate. Taichi threw off the burning cloak, and Yamato dragged Daisuke after him.
"The portcullis!" Taichi grabbed the falling gate, and opened it. The three of them crowded in after Jun. "Where's the gate key?" Yamato demanded of her.
"What gate key?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyes at him.
"Sorry, I'm taken. Taichi, rip her arms off."
"Oh, this gate key?" She ran off, leaving the three to open the door.
* * *
"And wuv, TWUU wuv, will follow you foreveh and foreveh." Miyako nodded to Sora, who gathered five soldiers to follow her towards the gate.
"Skip to the end!" he demanded.
"Daisuke's coming," Ken said confidently.
"No he isn't! I killed him myself!" Ken grinned.
"Then why is there fear in you eyes?"
"Skip to the END!"
"Have you da ring?"
* * *
Taichi was dragging Daisuke (who had regained the use of most of his upper body) after him, and Yamato held a sword. Suddenly, six soldiers appeared, one a woman with six fingers on her right hand.
"Kill the dark one and the Spaniard. Leave the brunette for-erm-questioning." However, Yamato dispatched them with ease. And then, he posed in a sighting stance.
"Hello, my name is Ishida Yamato. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Sora raised her sword...and fled down the corridor. She ran around a corner, and dashed through a passage, locking a door after her. Yamato slammed himself into the door. "Taichi, I need you! She's escaping! Tai!" Taichi looked around nervously, and hung him over a suit of armor. He ran in, and slammed his hand into the door, splintering it. "Thank you, Tai!" And then Taichi returned to the hall. Except Daisuke was gone.
"Daisuke? Are you there?"
* * *
"Dat dream witin a dweam..."
"Skip to the end!"
"Dat eternal bond..."
"Say man and WIFE! Say man and WIFE!"
"...Man and wife." Miyako shoved Ken over to her parents.
"Take him to the honeymoon suite, I have to accomplish a few things." As they proceeded down the hall, Ken kissed Jyou on the cheek.
"What was that for?"
"I-you've always been so kind to me, treating me like a son, and I won't be seeing you again, as I'm killing myself once I get to the honeymoon suite." Jyou nodded, and then spoke to his wife.
"He likes me! He thinks I'm like a father!"
* * *
Sora smiled, pulling a throwing knife from her boot before entering the Great Hall. She hurried to the far end, and readied her arm. And then Yamato ran in, and Sora flung the knife at his stomach.
"Ach!" Yamato slid against the wall in anguish. "I'm sorry, Father...I tried."
"My, you must be that little Spanish brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Have you followed me all these years, only to fail now? That must be the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. How wonderful." Yamato shoved his hand into his wound, first removing the knife. Then, he started pulling himself up the wall.
"Hello...my name...is Ishida...Yamato. You...killed my...father. Prepare...to die."
"My God, are you still trying to win?" She waltzed over, and stabbed forward with her sword. A sword lanced out, and the sword struck Yamato's left shoulder.
"Hello, my name is Ishida...Yamato. You killed my father. Prepare to die." She tried again, and the sword pierced his left arm. "Hello! My name is Ishida Yamato. You killed my father, prepare to die!" He stormed forward, slicing at her. "Hello! My name is Ishida Yamato! You killed my father! Prepare...to die!"
"Stop *saying* that!"
"HELLO! MY NAME IS ISHIDA YAMATO! YOU KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!" He sliced two marks across her cheeks, and she fell back, dropping her sword. "Promise me money!"
"Yes, I'll give you money!" He stabbed her left arm and shoulder.
"Power, too. promise that!"
"All I have and more!"
"Promise me anything I want!"
"Anything you ask!"
"I want my father back, you bitch!" With one stab, she was impaled upon the six-fingered sword, and dead.
* * *
Ken sat down in his room, and pulled out a knife. He pointed it to his heart, and readied for a stab.
"You know, I've been killed earlier today, and I'd hate to have to kill myself after you." He dropped the knife, and turned to stare at Daisuke laying on the bed.
"Daisuke!" He ran over, and threw himself on his love, kissing him all over. "How are you, dearest?"
"Gently, gently."
"What, I've found you again, and all you can say is 'gently?'"
"Gently!"
"Daisuke, I'm sorry, I got married, I didn't mean to!"
"Never happened. You didn't say I do, did you?"
"No, we sort of skipped that part."
"How nice, don't you agree, your highness?"
"I killed you too quickly last time, a mistake I shall remedy. To the death!"
"Or I could just have Ken here tie you up, and we could cut off your nose." Miyako paused.
"What?"
"I'm only laying here because I lack the strength to stand, but I could, after all, kill you here." He pushed himself up on the bedpost, and raised his blade. "Drop...your...sword." Miyako did so. "Ken, tie him up." Ken hurried to comply, and suddenly, a wounded Yamato stumbled in. Daisuke slumped suddenly, and Yamato caught him.
"Here, Ken, you can hold him."
"But why-?"
"He's been mostly dead all day."
"Aha! I knew he was-erk!" Miyako swallowed at the sword on her throat.
"Shall I kill her?"
"No. Let her live with her cowardice."
"Wait a minute. Where's Taichi?"
"Oh god, that baka. He had to get lost."
"Hello? Yamato?" They opened the window to the room, and saw Taichi leading four horses. "Hi! I got lost, and found the stables, and found four white horses, and figured there's four of us, oh, hi, Ken! Anyway, here I am!" Taichi smiled.
"God, Taichi, you thought for yourself. I just hope I can properly thank you!" When the three of them had leapt to the ground, caught by Taichi, they mounted the horses. And as the sun rose-
* * *
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Aw!" Daisuke slammed his alarm clock under his hand, and rolled over onto Chibimon.
"Daishuke!"
"Oops, sorry!" Daisuke crawled from his bed, and looked at the clock.
"Six-thirty? Oh...it's a Saturday!" And then Daisuke remembered his dream. He blushed, and then began to actually think about it. The feelings he had felt towards Ken in that dream...they felt so real, and Daisuke had to admit, he really liked Ken..He grabbed his phone.
"Hello? Oh, Ichijouji-san? Yes, I know what time it is, but I have to talk to Ken." There was a pause, and then a tired Ken came on.
"Daisuke-kun? What is this?"
"Listen, Ken, I have to talk to you, in the park, as soon as possible, all right?"
"'kay."
* * *
Daisuke was sitting on a park bench, grinning nervously. When Ken appeared, he was nearly bursting.
"What's so important, Daisuke?"
"You see, Ken, I had a drea last night, and it showed me some things I should have noticed before. You see, we were all reecacting the Princess Bride, that movie you made me watch last night..."
"Who was Humperdink?"
"Sora. But-"
"And who was Wesley?"
"Me. But-"
"And I suppose Hikari was Buttercup." Ken's voice radiated hurt and disappointment.
"No, actually, she was Valerie. You see, Ken, Buttercup was played by-you." Ken glanced up at him.
"Well, that's why you don't eat burritos at 10 o'clock." Ken sounded like he was trying to convince himself of something.
"No, Ken, you see...I love you. Ai shiteru." And he leaned forward and kissed the shocked, blue-haired genius on the lips.
* * *
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that ranked the highest on passion, purity, and duration. They were agreed to be the five perfect kisses. This one left them all behind.
* * *
Done! In case you didn't remember, this story began with Daisuke dreaming, so I had to end it with him waking up! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, because I enjoyed writing it. Ja!
-Marduk
Part V: Takeru the Mircale Man
Or
Wedding Crashers and Vengeful Spaniards
OR
Meet Iori the Bishop
* * *
Yeah, hello, I started this right after I finished Part IV, because I know you want to see this finished. So, without any further ado, the conclusion to: "The Princess Bride!"
* * *
"Dead? You can't be serious. I can't have gotten this far just to fail. Ishidas have never given up until there's nothing left to hope for! Have you got money, Taichi?"
"65. Why?"
"I just hope it's enough to buy a miracle. Bring the body with us."
* * *
*knock knock knock!* The door opened a crack, and a prematurely-aged face glared out.
"Who is it?!" Yamato stared at him.
"Takeru? Is it true you worked for the king as a miracle man all those years?" The man glared at Yamato.
"And then the king's stinking daughter fired me! Thanks a lot, Yamato, for not visiting me for twelve years, and then bringing up such a painful subject. Why don't you just give me a paper cut and squeeze lemon juice on it!" The door slammed closed, but Yamato kept knocking. "What?!"
"Takeru, I need your help."
"Why do you want me to help? I'll probably kill whoever you want me to miracle!"
"Listen, Takeru, we're family, and besides, he's already dead." Takeru was quiet for a moment.
"All right; bring him in." When Daisuke's body had been lain on the table, Takeru gave him a quick look-over. "I've seen worse. All right, how much ya' got for this job?" Yamato shook his head.
"We've got 65, TK."
"Pshaw! I never did a job for so little. Except once, and that was for a very noble cause."
"This is a noble cause. His children, they're hungry, his wife sick, he needs to-"
"Yamato, you've never been a good liar." Yamato slammed his hands on the table.
"I need him to avenge our father's death. He alone can help us!" Takeru glanced at the corpse, and scoffed.
"Your first story was better. He probably owes you money, right?" He grabbed a bellows, and placed it in Daisuke's mouth.
"What're you doing? He's dead." Takeru began to pump the bellows.
"Oh, look at you, Mr. Vengence suddenly knows so much! For your information, he's only *mostly* dead, which means he's slightly alive. So now I'll pump his body full of air and ask him why he needs to live." He put the bellows aside. "HELLO IN THERE! HEY! WHAT'S UP HERE THAT'S WORTH LIVING FOR?" There was a long pause, and Yamato had just about given up hope when:
"Tttttt-ruuuuuu lovvvvvve."
"There! True love! You can't ask for a more noble cause!" Takeru smiled.
"Yamato, there really is nothing better than true love, except maybe a good MLT, mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwhich, where the mutton is nice and lean, and the lettuce is crisp, mmmm...but that's not what he said! He quite clearly said 'to blaaave,' which means 'to bluff,' so you were playing cards and he cheated-"
"LIAR! LIAR! True love, he said true LOVE, TK! Ever since Miyako fired you, your confidence has been shot!"
"Get back, witch!" Takeru was trying to push a brown-haired woman back from him.
"I'm not a witch, I'm your wife, but after what you just said, I don't want to be *that,* anymore! TK, you're letting this man sit there dead, and you don't have the decency to tell them why you won't do it! It's Miyako; she made him think he can't help anyone anymore." Takeru glared at her.
"Hikari, you promised never to mention that name!"
"What, Miyako? Miyako, Miyako, Miyako!"
"LALALALALA! I;m not listening!"
"This man is Ken's love! If you bring him back, you'll stop Miyako's wedding!" Takeru's hands dropped.
"I bring him back, Miyako suffers?"
"Humiliations galore!"
"Give me the 65, I'll do it!"
* * *
"The chocolate makes it go down easier," Hikari explained, handing them the pill in a small bag.
"You need to wait 15 minutes for full potency, and you can't go swimming for at least-"
"An hour."
"Thank you," Yamato said. "I'll remember this on your birthday."
"Bye now, have fun storming the castle?"
"Honestly, TK, do you think it'll work?"
"It'd take a miracle."
* * *
"Has it been 15 minutes yet?" Yamato shrugged his shoulders.
"It has to be long enough. Open his mouth, I'm going to force-feed him." With a kiss to the pill, Yamato pushed it down Daisuke's throat. There was an apprehensive moment.
"Who are you? I'll take the two of you! Where am I? Where's Ken?" Yamato raised a hand.
"Let me explain. No, let me sum up. Ken will get married in a little less than half an hour, and I have to get into the castle, stop the wedding, get out, leaving time for me to kill Sora."
"Ah. What are our liabilities?"
"There is only one castle gate, and it is guarded by 100 men."
"Our assets?"
"Your brains, Taichi's strength, and my steel."
"Impossible. Maybe if I had a month, I could come up with something, but this?" He wiggled his finger absently.
"Hey, you wiggled a finger. That's wonderful!" Daisuke managed to turn his head to the brunette.
"My brains, your strength, and his steel against a hundred men, and you think a finger wiggle is supposed to make me happy? I mean, if only we had a wheelbarrow..."
"Taichi, where'd we put the wheelbarrow the albino had?"
"Over the albino, I think."
"Why didn't you list that in our assets?! What wouldn't I give for a holocaust cloak!"
"We can't help you there, Daisuke." Then Taichi pulled a holocaust cloak from his shirt. "Where'd you get that?"
"I tried it on at Takeru's, and it fit so well he let me keep it."
"Well then, we've got something to work with!"
* * *
The wedding was beginning, and Ken and Miyako were kneeling before the altar. A short man glided up to the altar, wearing a priest's clothing. The music died away, and he began to speak.
"Mawwige. Mawwige is what bwings us togevvah-today."
"Stand your ground, men, stand your ground!"
* * *
The towering figure glided towards the guards, shouting at them.
"I am the Dream Pirate Gennai, and I leave no survivors. I am here, you are here, but soon, you will not be here. I am the Dread Pirate Gennai, and I am here for your SOULS!" At the last word, Yamato lit the cloak Taichi was wearing, and the flaming figure advanced towards them. "I am the Dread Pirate Gennai, and there will be NO survivors!" The men scattered, leaving Jun, who fled for the gate. Taichi threw off the burning cloak, and Yamato dragged Daisuke after him.
"The portcullis!" Taichi grabbed the falling gate, and opened it. The three of them crowded in after Jun. "Where's the gate key?" Yamato demanded of her.
"What gate key?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyes at him.
"Sorry, I'm taken. Taichi, rip her arms off."
"Oh, this gate key?" She ran off, leaving the three to open the door.
* * *
"And wuv, TWUU wuv, will follow you foreveh and foreveh." Miyako nodded to Sora, who gathered five soldiers to follow her towards the gate.
"Skip to the end!" he demanded.
"Daisuke's coming," Ken said confidently.
"No he isn't! I killed him myself!" Ken grinned.
"Then why is there fear in you eyes?"
"Skip to the END!"
"Have you da ring?"
* * *
Taichi was dragging Daisuke (who had regained the use of most of his upper body) after him, and Yamato held a sword. Suddenly, six soldiers appeared, one a woman with six fingers on her right hand.
"Kill the dark one and the Spaniard. Leave the brunette for-erm-questioning." However, Yamato dispatched them with ease. And then, he posed in a sighting stance.
"Hello, my name is Ishida Yamato. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Sora raised her sword...and fled down the corridor. She ran around a corner, and dashed through a passage, locking a door after her. Yamato slammed himself into the door. "Taichi, I need you! She's escaping! Tai!" Taichi looked around nervously, and hung him over a suit of armor. He ran in, and slammed his hand into the door, splintering it. "Thank you, Tai!" And then Taichi returned to the hall. Except Daisuke was gone.
"Daisuke? Are you there?"
* * *
"Dat dream witin a dweam..."
"Skip to the end!"
"Dat eternal bond..."
"Say man and WIFE! Say man and WIFE!"
"...Man and wife." Miyako shoved Ken over to her parents.
"Take him to the honeymoon suite, I have to accomplish a few things." As they proceeded down the hall, Ken kissed Jyou on the cheek.
"What was that for?"
"I-you've always been so kind to me, treating me like a son, and I won't be seeing you again, as I'm killing myself once I get to the honeymoon suite." Jyou nodded, and then spoke to his wife.
"He likes me! He thinks I'm like a father!"
* * *
Sora smiled, pulling a throwing knife from her boot before entering the Great Hall. She hurried to the far end, and readied her arm. And then Yamato ran in, and Sora flung the knife at his stomach.
"Ach!" Yamato slid against the wall in anguish. "I'm sorry, Father...I tried."
"My, you must be that little Spanish brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Have you followed me all these years, only to fail now? That must be the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. How wonderful." Yamato shoved his hand into his wound, first removing the knife. Then, he started pulling himself up the wall.
"Hello...my name...is Ishida...Yamato. You...killed my...father. Prepare...to die."
"My God, are you still trying to win?" She waltzed over, and stabbed forward with her sword. A sword lanced out, and the sword struck Yamato's left shoulder.
"Hello, my name is Ishida...Yamato. You killed my father. Prepare to die." She tried again, and the sword pierced his left arm. "Hello! My name is Ishida Yamato. You killed my father, prepare to die!" He stormed forward, slicing at her. "Hello! My name is Ishida Yamato! You killed my father! Prepare...to die!"
"Stop *saying* that!"
"HELLO! MY NAME IS ISHIDA YAMATO! YOU KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!" He sliced two marks across her cheeks, and she fell back, dropping her sword. "Promise me money!"
"Yes, I'll give you money!" He stabbed her left arm and shoulder.
"Power, too. promise that!"
"All I have and more!"
"Promise me anything I want!"
"Anything you ask!"
"I want my father back, you bitch!" With one stab, she was impaled upon the six-fingered sword, and dead.
* * *
Ken sat down in his room, and pulled out a knife. He pointed it to his heart, and readied for a stab.
"You know, I've been killed earlier today, and I'd hate to have to kill myself after you." He dropped the knife, and turned to stare at Daisuke laying on the bed.
"Daisuke!" He ran over, and threw himself on his love, kissing him all over. "How are you, dearest?"
"Gently, gently."
"What, I've found you again, and all you can say is 'gently?'"
"Gently!"
"Daisuke, I'm sorry, I got married, I didn't mean to!"
"Never happened. You didn't say I do, did you?"
"No, we sort of skipped that part."
"How nice, don't you agree, your highness?"
"I killed you too quickly last time, a mistake I shall remedy. To the death!"
"Or I could just have Ken here tie you up, and we could cut off your nose." Miyako paused.
"What?"
"I'm only laying here because I lack the strength to stand, but I could, after all, kill you here." He pushed himself up on the bedpost, and raised his blade. "Drop...your...sword." Miyako did so. "Ken, tie him up." Ken hurried to comply, and suddenly, a wounded Yamato stumbled in. Daisuke slumped suddenly, and Yamato caught him.
"Here, Ken, you can hold him."
"But why-?"
"He's been mostly dead all day."
"Aha! I knew he was-erk!" Miyako swallowed at the sword on her throat.
"Shall I kill her?"
"No. Let her live with her cowardice."
"Wait a minute. Where's Taichi?"
"Oh god, that baka. He had to get lost."
"Hello? Yamato?" They opened the window to the room, and saw Taichi leading four horses. "Hi! I got lost, and found the stables, and found four white horses, and figured there's four of us, oh, hi, Ken! Anyway, here I am!" Taichi smiled.
"God, Taichi, you thought for yourself. I just hope I can properly thank you!" When the three of them had leapt to the ground, caught by Taichi, they mounted the horses. And as the sun rose-
* * *
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Aw!" Daisuke slammed his alarm clock under his hand, and rolled over onto Chibimon.
"Daishuke!"
"Oops, sorry!" Daisuke crawled from his bed, and looked at the clock.
"Six-thirty? Oh...it's a Saturday!" And then Daisuke remembered his dream. He blushed, and then began to actually think about it. The feelings he had felt towards Ken in that dream...they felt so real, and Daisuke had to admit, he really liked Ken..He grabbed his phone.
"Hello? Oh, Ichijouji-san? Yes, I know what time it is, but I have to talk to Ken." There was a pause, and then a tired Ken came on.
"Daisuke-kun? What is this?"
"Listen, Ken, I have to talk to you, in the park, as soon as possible, all right?"
"'kay."
* * *
Daisuke was sitting on a park bench, grinning nervously. When Ken appeared, he was nearly bursting.
"What's so important, Daisuke?"
"You see, Ken, I had a drea last night, and it showed me some things I should have noticed before. You see, we were all reecacting the Princess Bride, that movie you made me watch last night..."
"Who was Humperdink?"
"Sora. But-"
"And who was Wesley?"
"Me. But-"
"And I suppose Hikari was Buttercup." Ken's voice radiated hurt and disappointment.
"No, actually, she was Valerie. You see, Ken, Buttercup was played by-you." Ken glanced up at him.
"Well, that's why you don't eat burritos at 10 o'clock." Ken sounded like he was trying to convince himself of something.
"No, Ken, you see...I love you. Ai shiteru." And he leaned forward and kissed the shocked, blue-haired genius on the lips.
* * *
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that ranked the highest on passion, purity, and duration. They were agreed to be the five perfect kisses. This one left them all behind.
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Done! In case you didn't remember, this story began with Daisuke dreaming, so I had to end it with him waking up! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, because I enjoyed writing it. Ja!
-Marduk