I just finished, and this actually turned into something completely different than I planned. Long, with plot twists all over. Enjoy!

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It's raining, just my luck. Can we play in the rain? Sure. Why not? That is, if Davis really wants to. I hope he does.

Hope.

Hope.

Hope.

There, it is offically set. Unless the universe is feeling bad today.

"Ken!!"

Good, he's here. "Right here, Daisuke."

"Yes, I am aware of that."

"Are we going to play?" I looked up at the sky. "It is raining."

"Raining?"

"Yeah, you know, water from the sky?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's raining, Daisuke."

"No it isn't."

"Then why am I all wet?"

"Because you are under the path of a sprinkler, Ken."

"What?"

"-You- are -under- a -sprinkler-."

"Huh?" I spin around. Sure enough, I am standing right under the sprinkler that waters the soccer field. "Oh. I see." My face immedaite springs a shade of pink.

"And people think I am a moron?"

I step out of the water spray. "Sorry." I mumble.

"Come on! Are we going to play or what?"

I grab my jesey and ring out some of the water. "Great idea."

Daisuke runs out into the field, I trailing behind him, both of us running.

"Come on, Rocket, I can take you any day."

"Oh yeah Motomiya?"

"Any day." He gives me a mock-glare and lowers his eyebrows, looking quite proud of himself.

I remove the soccer ball from it's casing and put it down onto the field. Before I get up, Daisuke starts dribbling the ball down the field, right past me. "No fair!" I call, running after him.

But he doesn't seem to respond. Right before he was about to swing his leg back and punt the ball into the goal, I caught him. My foot slid under his raised right foot, and I brought him to the ground. Still playing fast and loose with the rules, Daisuke pulled me down after him. the ball rolled for about 5 feet, stopping at the exact line where it would be counted as a goal.

"Oh man!!" Daisuke muttered, obviously upset that he couldn't win against me, even with cheating.

Still half on top of me, Daisuke rolled so he was facing me. "Are you hurt?"

I checked my knee, and I could already see a small cut. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Oh come on! I took you down for the kill! You aren't even seriously injured?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no."

Daisuke gave me a pout, but with humor behind instead of sadness. "We should get up."

"We -should-, shouldn't we. And I will when you get off of my right leg." The majority of Daisuke's weight was centered mainly on my right leg, which seemed to be forming a bruise at my shin.

"Right, right, but first you have to get off of my arm."

"I am not on your arm, you are."

He looked at his crumpled position. "So I am." He pulled his arm out from under his chest and started to lift himself up. For some reason, he flopped back down with and 'uuff'.

"Dai?"

"Ouch."

"What is it?"

"My ankle. I can't move it well and it hurts."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

I moved, shifting his weight off of me and me slid onto the ground instead of on me. I untangled our legs, still wary of his left ankle. I got up and inspected his leg. It wasn't swelling, and there was no bone coming out of the joint. But it was considerably red, and there were a few dots of red signifying tiny cuts. I went to inspect it to see if it was in fact a break or a dislocation.

"OOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!"

"Sorry. It's not broken, just a sprain."

"Doesn't help much."

"But it helps a little." I rolled him onto his back. "Now how am I going to get you home?"

"Carry me over your shoulder?" He asked, a glint of hope in his eyes and a big dopey grin plastered on his face.

"I think not. Come one, get up." I kneeled beside him and he placed an arm around my shoulder. I started to stand up and he sagged off my shoulder.

He managed a hop-walk, completely depending on me holding him up, and we managed to make it a total of 5 feet before he fell.

He looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes and said, "This is all your fault."

"Excuse me?" I said, as I push his arm off of my shoulder.

"Yeah. All your fault."

"Oh, so sorry. I didn't know that when you were cheating you wanted to play by the rules."

He knew I had him beat. "Just help me up, will you?"

I didn't move as he extended his hand. "No. I'm going to leave you here."

His face completely vaulted. "What?"

"You heard me. It's your fault, and until you admit that I'm leaving you here."

"What?" He repeated himself. He tried to be serious, but failed miserably. Perhaps it was an attampt to lighten the mood that the conversation had entered. Mock-dramatically, we added, "Me? You shall leave me, your best friend, here to wither and DIE?!"

"Yup. Right here. Hope the grass stains on your butt come off. Speaking of which, why is your uniform white?"

"We have a very idiotic coach." He shook his extended hand up and down. "A lil' help?"

He looked at me with those eyes again and all was forgiven. "How could I leave my best friend out here to whither and die?" I grabbed his hand and pull him, just hard enough so he fell right into me. I sure do go a little far sometimes.

He wrapped his arms around me so he wouldn't soar right past me. Apparently I had given him more momentum than I had intended. "Geez, Ken."

His eyes reached only to my throat, considering he was shorter and he had his knees bent, and his gaze seemed to stay there and not look up at my eyes. I was looking down to his eyes. "We going to your house now?"

"S-sure." He was still avoiding my face.

"What's up with you Dai?"

"N-Nothing Ken, just a little hurt."

"Then why do you think the top of my shirt is so interesting?"

I caught him off gaurd. He quickly shot a look up to me, and something was clouding his eyes.

He's never been unreadable before, this was a little odd. So I did something a little odd.

I took my hands off of my chest and managed to get them from between Daisuke and I. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. I gave him a quick kiss, right on his head on top of his goggles.

Then he looked at me. Finally. "Wh-what-t?"

I didn't say anything. Would you in my place? Of course not. There wasn't anything to say. I had shown him exactly how I feel. And I was waiting for my response.

"Ken, put me down." He released his grab around me and I followed suit. I placed him on the grass, still concerned about his ankle, and kneeled on the ground next to him.

"What?"

"Excuse me? -I- should be the one asking questions here!" He snapped his teeth together at the end of his sentence. "What the HELL was that?"

"What do you think it was?" Oh, and you can think of something better.

"Ken, just leave. I'll get home by myself."

"But you are hurt. And if you try to walk home, you could break your ankle."

"I don't care. Leave. Now."

So I did. I did what he asked. Then I went home and lazily climbed the ladder to my bed, not bothering to change, and still damp.

I fell asleep, crying.