Now bear with me for a second. No, I did not reupload the second chapter. Just read it, it eventually makes sense.





It was raining, and this time for real. I was NOT under a sprinkler. At least that dream taught me something. But I hope that Daisuke will still want to play.

Pleasepleaseprettypleasehavehimwanttoplayintherainplease. There, I hope fate is happy with that.

"Ken!!"

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

"Yes, I can see that."

"Are we going to play?" I looked up to the tree I was under. "It is raining."

"Raining?"

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

"What are you talking about?"

"It's raining, Daisuke." Now what is going on?

"No it isn't."

"Then why am I all wet?"

"Because the tree you are standing under is being hit by the sprinkler behind it."

"What?"

"The tree is dripping water onto you."

"Huh?" I spun around. Sure enough, the tree was dripping water from the sprinkler that was hitting it.

"And people think I am a moron?"

I took a few steps and I was out of the way of the tree. "I just wanted shade." I mumbled.

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

I grabbed my jesey and rung out some of the water. "Good idea."

Daisuke ran out into the field, with me trailing behind.

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

"Oh yeah, Motomiya?"

"Any day." He gave me a mock-glare and lowered 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 was able to catch 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 a bit so he was facing me. "Are you okay?"

I checked my knee, and I could already see a small cut. "I'll live..."

"Oh come on! I was aiming to kill! I didn't even seriously injure you?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but no."

Daisuke gave 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. It hurts to much to move."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

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. Then I stood up.

"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. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood the conversation had entered, he added mock-dramatically, "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 knee bent, and his gaze seemed to stay there and not look up at my eyes. I was starring into the his twin chocolate 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. He added quietly, "Was that some kind of sick joke?"

"N-no! I was completely serious!"

His resolve softened, and he just looked so cute trying to think. "Come here, Ken."

So I leaned closer. Our faces, more importantly our lips, were only inches apart. He closed the gap and kissed me.

Then the sprinkler started, and I was running out of breath. I really didn't want to pull away, but I did. "What are we going to do about that ankle of yours?"

"Carry me?" And the big dopey grin was back. So I was more than happy to oblige. I put one arm under his knees and put the other under his back. I lifted him up, without any considerable effort, and he laid his head on my shoulder.

I carried him to the end of the field, and then he saw that people were looking at us funny.

"KEN!!"

I spun around to a female voice. There was no one behind us in the park. I started to feel a bit nasuated, and my vision was fuzzy.

"Kenn!?"

The voice again. My knees failed, and Daisuke and I fell to the ground. I looked at him to check if he was hurt, but saw nothing. I couldn't feel him anymore.