chapter 3 revision

chapter 3

Eggs

Daisuke's turn...




Ever since he was old enough to run and kick a soccer ball, Daisuke Motomiya had dreamed of moments like this. After a scoreless overtime both the score was still 1-1, and the game would be decided with penalty kicks. Specifically, it would be decided on this one, should it find the back of the net. As luck would have it, it was Daisuke's shot.

As he calmly walked onto the field he sized up the goalie. He'd blocked every shot in the game with the exception of a header Daisuke had poked past him in the first half. He wasn't about to let Daisuke beat him twice in one game . Daisuke knew that he was trying to read him now, and he put on his best poker face. He always believed that if he could win the psychological battle before the shot that the rest would take care of itself.

The ball exploded off his foot and sailed toward the right side of the goal. The goalie lunged for it and stretched his body to its breaking point. He might have blocked it easily, if he had not jumped right over it. It was, as Daisuke liked to say, nothing but nylon. In a flash cheers erupted from the crowd and his teammates rushed the field, crowding around him, slapping him on the back and giving him high fives. That was it, they had won the championship. In the chaos Daisuke saw his friend standing alone at midfield. He pushed his way out of the mob and ran to him. "Hey, you made it!" When he finally reached him, he was pulled into an unexpected embrace.

"You don't care that I'm all dirty and sweaty right now?" asked Daisuke.

"Does this answer your question?" Takeru replied as he pulled Daisuke into a passionate kiss. Suddenly, the soccer team lifted both of them up onto their shoulders, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Fireworks exploded as Takeru motioned to him, pointing at something in the stands.

"What?" Daisuke screamed.

"Look at the screen!" Takeru shouted back. Daisuke looked up at the Jumbotron, which showed them being carried off the field-and two simple words: MARRY ME?.

In a heartbeat he nodded 'yes' to Takeru, a gesture that everyone in the stadium clearly understood as the cheers got louder and louder. They kissed again in a shower of confetti and balloons, so thick that they could barely see each other even through they were barely a foot apart. People showered them with shredded paper, glitter, pillows and blankets…

Pillows and blankets? What the… Daisuke reached out to Takeru, but it was like the bedding had swallowed him up. He felt himself being lowered to the ground and covered by a soft quilt.

"No! Not again!" Once again his fantasy turned out to be nothing more than a dream. Daisuke moaned as he found himself in bed again, sunlight pouring through the shades on the other side of the room, the clock reading 8:43. Hey, my clock doesn't have green numbers, Daisuke observed. It took him a moment to piece it all together before he realized that this was Takeru's room. He remembered spending the night, watching TV, kissing…was there more? No, we didn't go any farther than that, Daisuke thought, quite relieved. He rolled over, but to his surprise the bed was empty. Where is he?

He heard some sounds in the kitchen, so he got up, feeling more groggy than usual for a Saturday morning. His muscles were sore and useless from last night's game, not the personal moment of glory that he had dreamed about but an embarrassing 5-0 spanking, definitely not his best game. However, Takeru was there to console him, not with a kiss but with an arm around his shoulder and a smile of approval, which was enough for him. As he walked to the kitchen he heard Takeru talking to someone. Who could be here now? Is his mom back? Is it Yamato? Wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, he didn't want to suprise their guest, so he quietly snuck down the short hall and poked his head around the corner and into the kitchen. Hey, its…

Technically, Daisuke never actually lost consciousness, but for the next hour or so, everything was a blur. When he finally came to his senses he was laying on the couch in the Takaishi's living room. He was aware of a cold sensation on his forehead, the sound of Takeru's favorite show coming from the television on the other side of the room, and Takeru's hand gently stroking his.

"Takeru?" It was all he could think of to say.

"Daisuke, are you awake?" his friend asked.

"Well…yeah…why wouldn't I be?" Daisuke asked.

"No reason," Takeru said, letting go of Daisuke's hand and removing the washcloth from his forehead. "Except that you took quite a shot there. I was trying to get him to leave but then you walked in and…."

"Wha…what happened?" I missed something here, Daisuke thought. "Who?"

"Iori smacked you in the head while practicing his kendo routine." Takeru said bluntly.

"What? Iori was here? Why…why was he…?" Daisuke closed his eyes as Takeru applied a new washcloth to his forehead. Oh Iori! Daisuke loathed the day that he met the boy. Though they meant well, Iori and Digmon had come close to killing all of them in battle and had accidentally caused everyone some kind of injury. Digmon's rock cracking attack had a tendency to open up the ground in unpredictable ways. He remembered when he and Miyako fell into a crack in the ground, almost plunging to their death. Luckily Takeru grabbed him just in time, and somehow managed to pull him back onto solid ground in the middle of quite a Digimon battle. Actually, maybe I should be thankful for that, Daisuke thought as Takeru held his hand and dabbed his forehead. Since then they had been a lot closer.

"I don't know, he just came over and let himself in. He wanted me to go meditate with him or something."

"Oh…" Daisuke turned his attention to the TV, and for a while they didn't talk much. Soon his stomach began to rumble, and the nauseous feeling that accompanied his pounding head was replaced by hunger pains. "I'm going to get some breakfast," Daisuke said, sitting up.

"No you're not, you need to stay on the couch." Takeru protested.

"I'm just fine, don't worry about me." Daisuke replied.

"Have you looked at your forehead? Just stay there and I'll make you some eggs, just the way you like them."

"With Tabasco sauce please." Daisuke touched his forehead, feeling a slight lump just above his hairline. At least it won't be too visible. He heard Takeru digging through the cabinet for the frying pan. I don't know if he takes after Yamato or his mother, but he's a great cook. He could make pretty much anything that Daisuke asked for, although he usually kept his order simple. Eggs were his specialty though. He lit the stove and cracked an egg on the side of the pan.

"You need to rest now, especially if you're coming with tonight," Takeru said, dropping a yoke into the now sizzling skillet.

"What? Coming with where?" Daisuke asked. Where are we going?

"Where do you think? To pick up Wallace at the airport!"

"Oh, yeah, right…" Daisuke had completely forgotten. Maybe I've got amnesia. He had actually been looking forward to Wallace's arrival for weeks now and had been hoping to see him again since they first met in America more than a year before. Yamato was going to drive him and Taichi, Takeru, and Hikari to the airport later that day to pick him up. Yamato didn't have an exceptionally large car, but he insisted that there would be enough room for six passengers and Wallace's luggage. Yamato and Tai had never even met him before, and were very excited and intrigued that at the prospect of meeting yet another Digidestined.

Daisuke wondered what Wallace would think of his relationship with Takeru. Obviously the topic of his sexuality never came up during their short stay in America. Even if it had, however, Daisuke didn't think that he would have told Wallace so. He had not felt any feelings towards Takeru until some weeks after they returned to Japan, that is to say, ones that he let himself feel. Should we tell him right away and just get it over with, or should we wait a while? He had not discussed the issue with Takeru yet, but he didn't want to sound like he was worried about it. If I tell him that I'm worried about what Wallace might think, he might think I'm ashamed of him...of us.

"Here you go, extra spicy!" Takeru helped Daisuke sit up and handed him a heaping plate of eggs. "I'll get you something to drink."

"Thanks TK." It had been a while since he called him that. He remembered how he would purposely mess up his name when they first met. TL. TC. TA. Heh. The eggs were excellent. "These are egg-cellent!"

"Huh?" Takeru asked, pouring some orange juice for Daisuke.

"Never mind." Takeru walked back to the couch and set the glass down on the table. He picked the fork up off the plate and began feeding Daisuke, something that he was completely capable of doing but did not protest to. Daisuke loved being pampered, and Takeru was eager to please him. After he was finished he washed it down with the rest of the orange juice. "Takeru?"

"Yeah?"

"Iori asked you to practice kendo with him today?" Daisuke asked.

"Yeah. With him and his grandpa." Takeru replied.

"Do you ever think that's weird?"

"Not really. Kendo is a lot more than just swinging a sword Daisuke. It teaches concentration, discipline, coordination, endurance…"

"No, no, no…that's not what I mean," Daisuke interrupted. "I mean do you ever think it's weird that he invites us every week even though we've always told him 'no'?"

"I guess," Takeru replied. "He's just trying to get us to come though."

"I know that," Daisuke said. "But why? It's bad enough that he starts talking about it very time I see him, but now his grandpa is bothering me about it."

"What?" Takeru asked, looking very interested.

"I saw him last week and he started asking me when I was going to come to kendo. I told him I wasn't interested but then he started pleading with me, like he was desperate or something."

"Did he put his arm around you," Takeru asked. "Like this?" He slipped his arm around Daisuke's shoulder and pulled him close.

"Mmmmmmm…yeah." Daisuke moaned, resting his head on Takeru's shoulder before he finally processed what he just heard. "Wait! How did you know?"

"He's done the same thing to me! Remember when we attended Iori's promotion a few months ago? He stopped me before we left and pulled that same move on me." He shuddered. "It really creeped me out." They sat quietly for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Well you have to promise me that you won't go within a hundred feet of him without me by your side," Daisuke declared. "I don't trust him."

Takeru laughed. "I think you're the one who needs protecting right now." He bent over and kissed Daisuke just below the swollen bump on the forehead. "Do you feel like going today?"

"Oh yeah, I can make it," Daisuke said, sitting up. "I…just…need a shower and I'll be fine." Just take it one step at a time, Daisuke. Get over this headrush first, then worry about standing up.

Takeru got up and walked to the bathroom. "Alright, I'll be in there if you need me."

Daisuke heard him close the door and start the water. He got up and walked to the bathroom, opening the door on a startled Takeru.

"Room for two?" He asked. Takeru's smile was the only answer he needed.

...end of chapter 3