Hello. I am back. ::people start throwing spare objects:: Hey! What did I do to you?! ::everyone points at her FF.N account:: Well, besides torture you with horrible fan fiction? ::a 20ft long list comes rolling down:: Leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

d/c: First you hate me and now you're demanding a disclaimer? If you hate me so much why are you even reading this? Anyway, as most of you know, I do (not) own digimon.

P.S: If anyone want's to know, I have a fan club! ::jumps up and down with happiness when Daisuke whispers something in her ear:: What? Who cares if their main objective is to find out where I live and kill me? I have a freaking fan club!

Oh and Digi- Diva? Mimoe isn't an odd couple. Sorry! ::email me!::

Moving In

Takeru eyed the room as he plopped his duffel bag down onto the couch. It was actually quite a nice apartment. Fully carpeted floors, excusing the kitchen from what he could see so far. There were a few painting hanging around, it was completely clean. The same probably didn't follow for Daisuke's room but oh well.

Yamato had given them a drive to Daisuke's apartment before the show, but he hadn't had time to help them up. He needed to practice before the show. Takeru didn't mind and Daisuke hadn't said too much. Of course he had been pretty silent all day, which was unusual for Daisuke, and would've been a nice change if Takeru hadn't gotten the feeling that Daisuke was pouting. This was going to be a looonnnnggg week.

Thinking of that... he quickly went into the hallway to get one last thing.

"I can do this myself Takashi! I don't need your help!" A voice yelled.

"Shh. You'll wake the neighbours." Takeru replied, putting a finger to Daisuke's lips. The brunet went cross eyed as he looked at it. He then sighed.

"At any rate, I can walk and I do not need your help!" He exclaimed.

"Oh." Takeru said, stroking his chin mockingly. "That's why you have those crutches!" He lowers his hand and smiled playfully at his friend. Daisuke blushed a light red as he glared at Takeru.

This was the day Daisuke had been released from the hospital, obviously, and he hadn't liked the idea of Takeru moving in with him for the week. Takeru didn't really care whether he liked it or not. He was worried for Daisuke. It had to be hard just getting out of the hospital after a gang had come and beat you up. He'd be touchy too. Most of the sores had scabbed over. It wasn't an attractive sight, but it was better then the one of him being beaten to death. Actually, some of the bruises had gone away, making his face look semi- normal. His arms and legs, however, still weren't that great. Daisuke seemed to deal with it, and it didn't really seem to bother him that much, surprising Takeru. He usually complained about everything. Hell, he didn't even seem to mind that he was extremely fragile at the moment, or the crutches, or the fact that his ribs were still partially broken, as well as a few of his other bones. Something must have been wrong with him.

"These crutches are here because it gives me an excuse to park in the handicap zone." He sniffed angrily. Takeru raised an eye brow suggestively.

"First of all, I'm not even sure if you have crutches that that enables you to park there. Second of all, you don't know have a whiff on how to drive without being thrown in jail or a rehab clinic." There was a loud crash as Daisuke's crutch slipped, sending him painfully towards the ground.

Or at least, that's what we think happened.

"Oh crap! Daisuke! Are you all right?" Takeru asked, rushing to his friend's side.

"Yes, I'm all right! Stop it! Don't touch me!" Daisuke yelled. Ignoring the brunet, Takeru gently took his arm and helped him up. Daisuke glared at Takeru, partly because it was his nature, and partly for the fact that they had physical contact.

"How do you know I can't drive?" The blond rolled his eyes as he handed Daisuke the crutch.

"Easy. Remember in grade 6 when you thought it would be a great idea to DRIVE to the super market for your mom?" He asked, trying not to burst out in laughter at the recollection. Daisuke glared again.

"Well I wasn't the one in the passenger seat holding onto the safety rail while screaming 'Stop it Daisuke! You're gonna crash! We're gonna die! My parents are going to sue yours! Oh god let me live through this!'" Daisuke mimicked. Takeru glared, but then smirked at his friend's passed plight.

"Well I'm not the one who crashed into Odiba's river, totalling the car, nearly killing himself and the passenger, and I'm also not the person who still owes his parents 10,000$ in car payments for the new van."

"Well why did you even come with me if you knew I was going to be a bad driver. In fact, the first thing you did was put on your seat belt." Daisuke scowled.

"Cause I didn't want to be blamed for your death. Your mom saw me there before you were sent off for groceries. I still can't figure out how you managed to get the car out of the garage without her noticing." Daisuke didn't reply to that. He just grumbled some things that can't be said on national T.V and slowly made his way to the open door and into the house. Takeru rolled his eyes, but smiled as he jogged in after him. Daisuke was cute. Too cute.

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"Now this is the living room, kitchen," Daisuke ticked off the places as they went by them, not really paying attention to what he was saying. His friend looked around, surveying the place and taking in what he hadn't already seen. His home had a touch of warmth and class to it. It almost seemed to have a personality of it's own.

'Like Daisuke.' Takeru thought, giving a warm smile at the babbling boy ahead of him, who took no notice of it.

"And this is my room." Takeru's warm smile instantly changed into a look of horror as he gazed through the archway of the door. You wouldn't believe what it looked like in there! Rotten food, green mold, clothing, you name it had it's way with the room. Everything imaginable was strewn across the room, on the floor, bed, desk, chairs. Everything looked as though it had simply been tossed into the room with no consideration of where to place it. Takeru looked around for the floor, but couldn't see it. He gulped. Not to mention the stench coming from it. Takeru could have passed out right there and then if he hadn't been careful. God, the animals at the zoo lead cleaner lives then this! If his mother came over here, she'd have a heart attack. Now, Takeru wasn't the cleanest guy in the world but he could have called 911 at that moment! How could any SANE person live here?! This was a major questioning of his friend's mental health. Takeru was too scared to move.

"I see your speechless." Daisuke grinned. Takeru gulped.

"Yeah, speechless." He muttered.

"O.K., our guest room was turned into a storage room about a year ago so you're going to have to sleep here." Takeru blinked. This was too much to comprehend. Him? Sleep there?! Sure, Daisuke did have a bunk bed but he was hesitant to see the state of it at this point. The nurse had ordered him to say as close to Daisuke as possible at all times, especially when he was sleeping because he might need something or stop breathing or something, but surely the nurse would have labelled this room a health hazard! Seriously, Takeru didn't want to even THINK about the kind of bugs that were living in there... oh god. Takeru just got a mental picture that he did not like. He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his mind. Yeah right. Now he'd be having nightmares for the next 7 days. Thanks Dai. Thanks a lot. If it weren't for the fact that Daisuke was his friend, Takeru would have been out of there in faster time then it took for light to travel. But you never know. He might be able to do something with the dump. Make it liveable. He just had to find out where the gas mask was first.

"Um, Dai? Are you sure that it's safe to sleep in there?" He asked uncertainly, taking a glance at what must have been 4th grade's cafeteria food. Why would cafeteria food be in Daisuke's bedroom? Of course, Takeru didn't actually want to know why. He was too scared to ask the question.

"Why? Is my room not good enough for you, T.J?" Daisuke asked obnoxiously, knowing exactly what his friend meant. Takeru rolled his eyes and chose his words carefully before he continued with his questioning. Hopefully he wouldn't ask anything too... oh what's the word... um, graphical.

"Surely this can't be your room, Daisuke. I mean, do you actually sleep in here?" Takeru asked, horrified. Daisuke nodded.

"No wonder your so messed up." He muttered.

"Yeah. But I'm no more messed up then the rest of the world." Daisuke murmured, shooting a depressed glance down while Takeru surveyed the tragedy of the young boys room.

"What kind of mold do we have here?" The blond mumbled, taking a look at some blue stuff growing on a dirty shirt. 'Is that a cockroach?" He asked himself, looking at brown lump next to it. It looked hard and glossy. And dead. Hopefully.

'Probably died from the stench.' Takeru thought, trying not to breathe too deeply, for fear of intoxication.

"Well," He said, turning back to his friend. But he quickly frowned. "Dai, you're bleeding!" He exclaimed.

"Huh?" Daisuke looked up, checking his hands and his clothes before looked strangely at Takeru. "Where?"

"Right there! On the back of your neck!" He yelled. Daisuke rolled his eyes.

"Takeru, there can't be THAT much blood! Stop acting so horrified." Takeru didn't respond. He simply took Daisuke's arm and lead him to the bathroom he had pointed out earlier. He sat Daisuke down in the toilet and began to search through the cabinet, look for a band aid or something.

What had happened was one of the scabs on Daisuke's neck had kind of, well, come part from one side of the skin when Daisuke had looked down. Unfortunately, it was fairly big and there was a fair bit of blood.

"Where do you keep your face cloths?" Takeru asked.

"In the thingy below the sink." Daisuke replied. Takeru quickly opened the oak door, looking around for the face cloths.

"Toilet paper, no, facial cream, no," Takeru paused. "No hooooo," he muttered, "Face cloths, here we go." He muttered, getting up from his crouching position under the sink. He turned on the sink tap, allowing the water to run through the cloth. He then went and applied it to the boys neck.

"TAKERU!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S COLD!!!!!!!!" He yelled, jumping forward in his efforts to avoid the cloth. To no avail, though, because Takeru grabbed his shirt collar and yanked his back down. Daisuke crossed his arms and put on a pouty face. Takeru, in his position of standing over the boy, saw it, and smiled.

"You KNOW, Dai, you're not going to get any better if you don't listen to me." Daisuke just grumbled some things and Takeru smiled.

"Exactly. You know I'm right." There wasn't a response. Takeru sighed but kept his smile as he held the cloth to Daisuke's neck. Silence held the room in it's sweep as Takeru wiped off the blood from Dai's neck and got a band aid from the box he had brought down from the cabinet. He then looked around in it a bit more, and brought out a tin of aloe cream stuff, whatever it was. He then rubbed that on the sore. Daisuke flinched, but ignored it.

"So why'd your parents leave you alone?" Takeru asked, trying to strike up a conversation. Which he would learn, unsuccessfully. He would also think later it might have been better to have avoided speech.

"What do you mean?" Daisuke asked coldly. Takeru shrugged as he applied the band aid to his neck.

"I guess I mean why didn't your parents have a sitter or something?" Daisuke sneered.

"Because I'm older then two years old, Takashi." He said.

"I didn't mean that you were a baby or something. It's just that, with your record of breaking things and blowing things up, I didn't think they'd trust you alone." He said. Daisuke turned around to face him. Let's just say this- he didn't look like a happy little buffalo. Takeru mentally gulped.

"Look, I don't question your parents. Don't question mine." He said coldly. He then got up and was about to leave when...

"Daisuke, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Oh shut up Takashi!" He yelled, turning around in a flourish of anger, surprising Takeru. "I know that to the rest of you, I'm just some joke, waiting the next amusing thing to happen to me. 'Oh look! Daisuke fell asleep in class again!' 'Did you hear? Daisuke started stalking Hikari and he won't stop!' 'I don't know who I feel more sorry for- Hikari or Daisuke.' 'Yeah, I know! Isn't he so pathetic!'" Takeru stood there stunned.

"Yes Takeru! I'm not a complete dim wit! I'm not perfect and I don't pretend to be! I'm not deaf! I hear the snickers of everyone around me! And do you know what? I know that I'm not liked. I KNOW that I'm a mistake! I was never supposed to be a digidestined! I'm too incredibly 'messed up'," He quoted from Takeru's earlier comment. "to be something so important! So yeah, Takashi. I'm sorry too!" He spat angrily

"Daisuke, we don't hate you. You're not a-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear anything from you." He said coldly. He then quietly left the bathroom. He didn't slam any doors. He didn't make a sound. Takeru felt tears well up in his eyes. That's probably what hurt most.

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Takeru looked in the frying pan emotionlessly, stirring it's contents carelessly. He had gotten a little hungry and decided to make something to eat. Who knows? Maybe even make amends with Daisuke. He took food seriously. As they say 'Food is the only way to a mans heart' or something like that.

The boy gave a cruel smirk. Ironic. He had only been there what? An hour and he had already gotten into a fight with Dai. Dai. That name sounded so...appealing to him. Something drew him. Dai. Dai Dai Dai Dai Dai Dai Dai Dai Dai... O.K., so you get the point. But nevertheless, something just...Takeru couldn't explain it. Whatever it was just so... confusing! It was indescribable.

Takeru sighed as he gave up trying to understand it. Him. Everything. He looked up at the clock. 7. He and Dai had had the fight about 3 hours ago. Maybe he'd be ready to forgive him. Maybe offerings of food would calm his ways. And maybe hell would freeze over. Yeah, that was more likely...

Takeru quickly finished preparing the meal and setting the table. He didn't have a hard time finding anything. In fact, Daisuke's kitchen set up was fairly similar to his own. Kind of weird, but oh well.

Anyway, when everything was prepared, he went and knocked on Daisuke's bedroom door, which was closed, thankfully.

He waited for a minute. There was no answer. Takeru sighed.

"Daisuke, I know you're in there." He called out, knocking rapidly on the door, hoping to annoy Daisuke into speaking.

"What do you want T.J?" He asked miserably. Takeru smiled as he shook his head.

"I liked it better when they had you drugged up." Yes, he could have thought of about a million things better to say at that time, he realised later. Nevertheless, it worked.

"What do you want?" Daisuke glared stonily as he opened the door slightly.

"Dinners ready." Daisuke rolled his eyes.

"That's good." He replied. He then tried to shut the door, but Takeru held it open.

"Daisuke, c'mon. Aren't you going to eat something?" He asked. The sound of concern slipped through his voice, argavating Daisuke.

"No." Came the short, disgruntled reply.

"Why?" Takeru whined, trying to push the door open even more. It didn't move that far. He wasn't sure is Daisuke or the mess was holding it in place.

"Because you made it." Takeru rolled his eyes.

"C'mon! I'm not that bad of a cook!"

"That remains to be proven." Takeru sighed as he slumped down against the door. He had to think of something. If he didn't eat, and he died of anorexia, guess who would be blamed. Takeru bit down hard on his lower lip unconsciously, trying to think of something that would lure the boy out of the pigsty.

Then, he had it.

"Daisuke?" He called in sweetly.

"Takeru, you sound like a girl." He retorted. Takeru smirked and chose to let that little comment pass.

"Make you a deal Dai." He said.

"Call me Dai, and you die." Takeru snickered while Daisuke took a moment to re-think what he had just said.

"O.K. Anyway, if you eat one plate of what I cooked, I will get you ice cream." There was a pause as the boy considered his friend's offer carefully.

"Double chocolate sprinkle mountain with whipped cream and cherries?" Takeru smiled at his success.

"Anything you want Dai."

The door instantly flung open, surprising Takeru and causing him to fall backwards, while Daisuke hopped over him and sped away to the table at an amazing speed, especially since he had those crutches. Takeru smiled slightly as he got up and dusted himself off. Good ol' Daisuke's sweet tooth. Never failed. In fact, that how he got Daisuke's skateboard, his old CD's, and the list goes on.

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Daisuke poked cautiously at his food. The rice looked... O.K. The vegis looked no worse then what his sister cooked. It could be all right.

Daisuke carefully picked up a peace of broccoli with his chop sticks. He slowly moved it towards his mouth, the stopped.

"Are you sure you didn't get the soysauce mixed up with the car oil?" He asked. Takeru gave him a smirk.

"I'm sure."

"O.K." Daisuke moved the broccoli towards his mouth again. Stopped.

"Because my sister did that once you know." He said. Takeru raised an eye brow. How could he do that?

"Oh really?" He asked. Daisuke nodded uncertainly as he felt Takeru's blue eyes drill holes into him. He moved the broccoli once again. Once again he stopped.

"And I ate it and I-"

"Daisuke Motomiya! Shut up and eat the damn thing!" Takeru shouted. Daisuke gave him the puppy face and put the piece of broccoli in his mouth. He chewed slowly for a moment, and then his face turned to a pleasantly surprised look.

"I never knew you knew how to cook." He said, continuing with the rest of the meal. Takeru shrugged.

"Yamato taught-" Before he could finish his sentence, Daisuke had finished the plate and taken more stirfry and rice. Takeru's mouth opened slightly in surprise as he sweatdropped. 'Wow, Dai's a pig.' He thought but smiled at his friend's appitite.

"You should have told me you were hungry." He said meekly.

5 minutes later Daisuke was done and whining at Takeru to hurry up and eat. He wanted ice cream!

"C'mon Takeru!" He whined. Takeru sighed as he put his rice bowl down and turned to face Daisuke, who already had his shoes on.

"You really want ice cream, don't you?" Daisuke nodded.

"And you're not going to stop bugging me until you get it, are you?" Daisuke nodded. Takeru sighed but then smiled. Which, he had been doing a lot of lately, Daisuke took notice.

"O.K. Just let me put on my shoes."

"YEY!" Daisuke shouted, waving his arms in triumph.

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"I have a question." Daisuke said.

"What?" Takeru asked.

"O.K., you know how you were talking about Hikari's crush?" He asked, glancing at Takeru. He nodded. It was a bit hard to tell in the light- only the street lamps were on and it was pretty dark out.

"O.K. I think I know who it is, but I want you to tell me." Takeru took a look over Daisuke, with a frown.

"Dai! That would be disobeying Hikari's trust!" Daisuke rolled his eyes.

"Just nod if I'm right." Takeru rolled his eyes, but then nodded to his friend.

"O.K. Miyako?" Takeru almost did a double take.

"What? How'd you know?!" He asked. Daisuke laughed at his friend.

"C'mon! You cut the info level off at 'guys.' That ALWAYS means that they like someone of the opposite sex." Takeru shrugged.

"O.K. How'd you know it was Miyako?" Daisuke rolled his eyes and gave Takeru a light punch on the arm.

"Because! It was so obviously! Mimi and her don't fit, and Sora and her are too close to actually like like each other, so that leave Miyako. Strong, out going, kind occasionally, one of Hikari's best friends. I mean, it's not that hard to figure out." Takeru sighed.

"You're too smart for me Dai."

"Don't you know it." They both laughed at that.

To make a short story even shorter: They went and got ice cream. They went back to the house and played a couple of board games. Daisuke finally started throwing the pieces at Takeru, so that's about when he figured it was time to quit.

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Takeru listened to the soft snoring below him. Surprisingly, the top bunk hadn't had a lot on it. Just some old clothes Dai had forgotten about. Daisuke didn't snore as loudly as he did when they were in the digital world either. In fact, it was kind of like a loud breath now Weird. All in all, the first day had been O.K. for Takeru. It could have gone better but tomorrow was always another day.

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O.K., there we go. Complaints? Suggestions? Tomorrow is Day 2. Will it be better for the duo? Find out in the next chapter of- um, this.

Lilac