Chapter 3~.Well, really 2 because it was a prologue but that's not the point! So, how's everyone doing? O.K. Good. ::takes a key out of her pocket and heads over the large cabinet::

Daisuke: HMPH! ::tied up with toilet paper::

I'm sorry, but I had to lock you guys up because you were giving me too many ideas for Daikeru fics.

Takeru: HMPH!!!! HMPH!

::singing:: No one can hear you, no one can hear you...

Real notes: I'm not really happy with this chapter, but oh well.

d.c: I do not own Digimon, you lucky Kensuke fans.

Clean Up

Takeru groaned as the world slowly came into view. Where was... oh yeah. Dai-chan's house. He yawned as he sat up. The stopped, once again seeing the horror that was Daisuke's room. He instantly knew what he had to do. It was like he was put on earth for one purpose and that one only.

He sighed as he climbed down the ladder. This was going to take a while.

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Daisuke groaned as he slowly woke up.

'Crap. I feel like I just got run over by an 18 wheeler.' He thought, his vision not seeming to want to return to him. He laid there for a while, just trying to think. What about? Tons of things ran through his mind. A million worlds lived in this boys head, for which most people took for granted.

Fuzzy, Things started to become fuzzy. Then, clearer and clearer, until he could make everything out. The corners were a little fuzzy but it wasn't anything to worry himself over, he decided.

Then, he saw the floor. It was, well excusing the grease spots, clean...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, nearly jumping out of his bed.

Takeru instantly came running with a spatual in his hand.

"Dai-chan! What's the matter?' He asked. Daisuke didn't respond. He simply pointed at the floor accusingly, gasping for breath.

"Floor...clean....scared!" He whimpered. Takeru got a guilty look on his face. Daisuke stared at him with small eyes.

"You did this, didn't you?' He demanded. Takeru blushed and shrugged.

"Well, Mr. Clean and Pinesole helped a lot." Daisuke growled, showing his teeth.

"You...destroyed...my....mess!" The blond boy sweatdropped.

"Well, Daisuke, I swear, it isn't like that..."

"Was my mess not good enough for you?" Daisuke sniffled, looking tenderly at the ground.

"The carpet... you can actually see it... oh Takeru, what have you done?!" He cried, clutching his blanket and sniffling.

"Oh Daisuke. It's O.K." Takeru said, coming and sitting down on the bed beside him, patting his hand gingerly. "I mean, this could be the beginning of a new era. An era of clean, and friendliness stuff." Takeru said, scooting closer to him. "Don't' think of this as the end. Think of it as the beginning."

"Shut up." Takeru sighed.

"Dai, I'm sorry." Daisuke sighed.

"Oh well. Better you then me." Takeru gave a grin.

"Great then! C'mon! Breakfast is almost ready!" He exclaimed, grabbing his friend wrist. But Daisuke held back..

"Takeru? I'm barely wearing anything." Takeru looked down to Daisuke's boxer shorts.

"Hey, I didn't say look." Daisuke blushed, curling into a defensive position. Takeru smirked.

"You're very modest, aren't you?" Dai just stuck out his tongue at him. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'll leave your bod alone. See you!" And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving a blushing Daisuke behind.

"That little pervert..." Daisuke muttered, sorting through his drawers in his attempts to find out where Takeru had hidden his clothes. He finally found the drawer and threw the closet two things out of it.

"You're really modest, aren't you?'" He mimicked. "Well no duh! I mean, who wouldn't be with him it the room?" Yet, Takeru had a point. He couldn't change in public change rooms, like at school, unless there were privet stalls or bathrooms or something.

Daisuke was ready in 5 minutes, a little slower then usual because of his injuries, and he headed for the kitchen table.

"Hey Dai." Takeru called from the kitchen. Daisuke just grumbled something very non-G rated in return as he sat down grumpily as the table.

Takeru seemed unfazed though. Why? Well, because that kid was probably one cheeseburger short of a happy meal. Or on prozac. But, we love our Takeru-chan, don't we?

Anyway, back to the present time, where Daisuke was grumbling about how he liked his pigsty and Takeru was still busy trying to convince him it was for the best. Eventually, after breakfast, Daisuke dropped it and just watched T.V. Takeru, on the other hand, had a battle more terrifying then fighting the dark masters, Myotismon and Etemon at the same time...

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*11am*

"Pizza stain?" Takeru guessed, trying to force whatever it was out of the carpet. At any rate, it wasn't working. 90% of the stains looked as thought they had been moulded in there perminately for all time, until either the carpet wore out, or America bombed them. Whichever came first.

"Hm.." This one was hard to tell. It was a mixture of colours, all swirled around to make a sickening brown in the centre.

"Paint?" He guessed. He then shrugged. Whatever it was, it sure came off easily. He dipped his hand back in the water. He frowned as his hand brushed against something else in the tub of water. Someone else was there.

"Huh?" He asked, turning around. There kneeled Daisuke, blushing slightly.

"I decided I'd help you. After all, it is my room." He said. Takeru nodded and continued on scrubbing, while Daisuke got on his hands and knees, and started helping.

The two boys worked in silence for a while, neither of them really seeming to mind it. Then, Takeru spoke.

"So, why don't you clean up your room?" He braced himself, ready for a Daisuke explosion. But surprisingly, Daisuke just kind of shrugged.

"I don't know." Takeru accepted that answer, and continued working. After a while, Daisuke retired his cloth to the bucket of water, and balanced on his knees.

"What's wrong?" Takeru asked, turning his head to look at Daisuke. Daisuke just shook his head.

"It's nothing. My arm just got tired. I'll start again in a minute."

"You don't have to." Takeru said cautiously. Daisuke waved it off.

"No, I am. It's my room, and you didn't have to clean it but you did so I guess I can help a bit at least."

"Well, I kind of did." Takeru said slowly. "I feared for my health." Daisuke laughed.

"Jun says the same thing when she sees my room. Except, she comes in with a gas mask and bug spray." Takeru raised his eyebrows, giving a wiry smile.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." Daisuke replied. "She doesn't believe in the art of dirtiness."

"My mother would have a heart attack if she saw your room." Takeru said. Daisuke shrugged.

"Yeah, mine would too but she doesn't exactly get the chance, so I'm safe." Takeru frowned.

"What do you mean 'she doesn't exactly get the chance to see it?'" He asked.

"It isn't exactly your business." Came the somewhat harsh answer. Takeru shut up, not wanting to get on bad terms with the younger boy again.

After about an hour, all the stains were gone, and the room actually had a floor. And a wall. And a ceiling. Daisuke smiled as he sat up, and wiped his forehead.

"I never knew cleaning was so much work."

"My mom makes me scrub the floor bi-weekly, so don't start complaining." Takeru replied, smiling.

"I'm not. But this makes soccer seem like a walk in the park." Daisuke said airily. Then, he frowned.

"I'm hungry."

Takeru sweatdropped as he fell onto the floor.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

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*5pm*

"24."

Flip.

"No, 33."

Flip.

"No, you stupid idiot!"

"Stupid? Look who's talking!"

"Do you want me to beat you to death with a remote control?" Takeru smiled at Daisuke's last comment, as the boy gripped the device threateningly.

"I dare you to."

"Fine!" Daisuke hit Takeru lightly on the arm with the remote, pretending he had done some damage.

"Ha!" He cried triumphantly. Takeru smiled at him, shaking his head.

"Hey, what are you?.." Daisuke was cut short as the blond boy pinned him against the couch, giving him a grin.

"So, what are going to do now, remote boy?" Daisuke shuttered slightly as Takeru's warm breath sailed past his ear. He couldn't answer.

"Thought so." Takeru grinned. "Now I have complete control of the remote AND you." Daisuke stared at him.

"Scary." He said finally.

"Yes, very scary." Takeru agreed. He then got off Daisuke. And, for the next half hour, they watched something. Of course, Daisuke didn't know what it was, considering that he passed out. He woke about 3, to the urgent naggings of Takeru.

"Daisuke!" He yelled.

"What?" he said groggily.

"Go take a bath!" Takeru demanded. Daisuke groaned.


"Do I have to?" He asked.

"You have to keep yourself clean. Now, go and get into that damn tub right now or else I will drag you in there and clean you up myself!" Now, if nothing motivated the young boy, this did.

"Eek! O.K.!" He ran into the bathroom. Takeru smiled after him, shaking his head. The boy was odd. Very odd.

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Daisuke laid back in the bathtub, sighing. The hot water hurt, but he would live. He really needed a rest.

"Daisuke!" A knock came on the door.

"What?" He grumped, obviously not parcial to the intrusion.

"Are you washing?" He demanded. Daisuke sighed.

"Scrub, scrub scrub!" He exclaimed sarcastically.

'God Takeru's annoying.' He thought. But he sighed peacefully as he slumped down into the water, closing his eyes slightly...

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"Scrub, scrub scrub!" came Daisuke's sarcastic remark. Takeru rolled his eyes, and sighed. He momentarily debated on going in there, but then decided it would be better for his relationship with Daisuke if he didn't.

So, instead he watched T.V. He really wasn't paying attention. Nothing good was on at this time anyway, so there was no point. It was some sort of documentary on pandas or something.

Right in the middle of it, when Takeru was about to loose his sanity, the phone rang. Reactions? 'Thank god.' Takeru thought. Then he checked his watch as he got up. 5:30. He should start dinner.

"Moshi moshi?" He asked.

"Hey ototo san!" came a cheery voice.

"Yamato!" It dawned on him.

"Yep. Gomen, I would've called yesterday, but band rehearsal got a bit lengthened due to the fact that the amp short circuited and our drummer had to go to the hospital, but that's besides the point. So how's it going with Daisuke?" Takeru bit his lip for a moment.

"O.K., I guess. Better then I thought it'd go."

"Daisuke still is in one piece, right?"

"Yeah. Of course." Takeru rolled his eyes. "Do you even think of the legal complications of me ripping him limb from limb?"

"Nope."

"Good, because if you do you just aren't think normal." Yamato laughed.

"You're funny. So how is he doing anyway?"

"Pretty good actually. Of course, you know Daisuke. Nothing stands in his way." Takeru said, giving a small smile.

"Of course not."

"O.K., since we all know that Daisuke is cooking impared, I'm making supper (or dinner depending if there's a difference from where you live) and I was wondering if you had anything new I could try out." Takeru asked. He could almost see his bother raising his eyebrows from the other end of the telephone.

"Well, coming from someone who laughed at my apron, I don't know if I should be telling you anything..."

"You're mean."

"Hey, it's a tough job but someone's gotta do it." Takeru rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Don't whatever me!"

"Whatever." Yamato laughed.

"So where's Daisuke right now?" he asked.

"Taking a bath."

Pause.

"I know you're snickering."

"No, that's Taichi. He just said something really perverted." Takeru rolled his eyes and sighed at his older brother.


"And I don't wanna know what it is, so shut up!"

"Actually, it,"

"Bye." Takeru hung up the phone quickly, and took a deep breath. Now, he had to cook where no one had ever cooked before. Try new things that would make the strongest man quiver in his boots.

He grinned as he got out the tabasco sauce.

"Time to make some cookies..."

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"Daisuke!"

Knock.

Silence.

"Daisuke!"

Knock.

Silence.

"DAISUKE!!!!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Daisuke shot striaght up in the tub.

"Geeze, did you fall asleep in there or something?" Takeru asked. Daisuke felt the water. The water was cold, and he was a groggy as hell.

"Yes." he muttered.

"Huh? I can't hear you!" Takeru shouted.

"Takeru, shut the hell up and what did you set on fire?!" Daisuke demanded, the rancid air tickling his nose.

"Um.." At this comment, the blond boy left him alone. Daisuke immediately jumped out of the bathtub, unplugged it and started warming himself up with his towel.

'God, how long have I been snoozing?' Daisuke wondered. He checked the clock. It was about 7.

"Crap! I've been in here for almost an hour!" he realised. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went through the door. Once again, the horrible smell reached him and he couldn't breath.

"O.K. Takeru, I'm serious. What the hell smells so bad?" he asked, peaking over into the kitchen.

"Um," Takeru was instantly in his face with a black cookie. "Tabasco cookie, wanna try one?" he asked. Daisuke stared at it for a moment, and then shrugged.

"Sure. Why not?" He snatched the cookie form the taller boy's hands, and bit off a piece. Takeru simply stared in shock.

"I didn't really mean it." He mumbled. Daisuke shrugged and handed his back the rest of it.

"Could use a little more tabasco sauce, but it could've won something for the worst cookie of the year award." Then, he walked to his room, leaving Takeru staring at the cookie.

"Ah, what the hell?" he said allowed. He then tore off a piece of the cookie and popped it into his mouth. He chewed on it for a moment, and then frowned.

"That's funny. I thought I added a helluva lot more tabasco sause then this!"

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"I still say she's got the better hair."

"No way!"

"Ye- AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Daisuke gave a yelp as the mad murder burst through the wall. Takeru smirked.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" He asked. Daisuke glared as he got up off the floor.

"Reflexes."

"Right." Daisuke resumed his position with Takeru on the couch. After that point, he would've moved over to the chair but Takeru had the pop corn!

"Eww...." Daisuke murmured as the knife came out of the poor woman's heart, complete encrusted with blood. Takeru smirked at the brunette again.

"Do you want me to hold your hand, Daisuke?"

"Shut up."

"Na. It's so fun teasing you." Daisuke turned to the other boy with an annoyed look on his face.

"That's it! Hand over the bowl!" Takeru clutched the bowl defensively.

"What are you going to do with it?" He asked.

"Take it and move it China." He replied, holding out his hand. Takeru laughed.

"No chance pretty boy!" Daisuke snorted.

"Excuse me, but my brother doesn't wear a pink apron!"

"My sister isn't an avid boy chaser!"

"My brother isn't gay!"

"Gay? Yamato isn't gay!" Daisuke sighed.

"Takeru, stop being so native. Your brother has done everything to highlight the fact except rent out air time on T.V and make a commercial!" Takeru sighed, and stared at Daisuke.

"I'm sorry you have to sink to those depths." Daisuke rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, you don't honestly think your brother is straight, do you?" Takeru nodded.


"Whatever." Daisuke started walking away.

"My brother isn't gay!"

"Whatever."

"He isn't!"

"You just keep telling yourself that." Something in Takeru just snapped at that.

"Look," In an instant, he had Daisuke pinned to the wall, and was staring angrily into his eyes. "My brother is not gay." Daisuke smirked.

"Oh what, do we have a bit of a homophobe on our hands here?"

"No!" He applied more force to Daisuke's shoulders, and he winced slightly.

"Then why do you take offence to your brother being labelled gay?" he asked.

"Because you meant it that way!" Daisuke looked up with a sardonic smile and sighed.

"God you can't read people Takeru. I don't have a damn thing against gay people. I don't care if Yamato's gay or not. Does it change the person he is?"

"He isn't gay."

"Whatever." Daisuke managed to squirm out of Takeru's grip and walked to his room. He sighed as he went over to the T.V and turned the VCR off. It was obvious they weren't going to finish watching that.

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They both went directly to bed, without speaking. Daisuke didn't have a problem sleeping, but Takeru was a whole other story. He lay awake tossing and turning.

'Why did I take offence to that? Am I really homophobic?'

This question wouldn't leave him alone. All his life he hadn't really taken a notice to people's sexuality, or cared. But why did this one bug him?

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O.K., like I said, I'm not exactly proud of how this one came out, but next chapter should be better. Should be.

Lilac