Here's the next chapter. Please, don't be so excited. And thanks to Voodoo for telling me the correct spelling of Capiche. Or whatever. I feel so ashamed. L I'm Canadian, and yet I still don't know two words of French. I'm horrible. Oh well. The French will get over it. I hope.
Oh yeah. Happy Canada Day and 4th of July to everyone who applies!
This chapter will have Hiyako. Warning and stuff.
D/c: Gee, could someone please remind me? Do I own Digimon? If only I could count the ways I don't.
Ice Cream
Picking up from the last chapter….
4:50
"You're brother's a good person." Daisuke decided.
"Well, no duh. He made you breakfast. He's bound to be on your good for the next 5 minutes." Takeru rolled his eyes.
"Take that back." Daisuke said.
"No." the blond replied. The brunette made a weak attempt to throw the remote at his counterpart, but it didn't make it far.
"Gee, is the lack of activity making your muscles too weak?"
"Na."
"Lazy ass."
"Speaking of activity," Yamato entered the room with a dishtowel. "I have a feeling you two have just sat around here all day for the whole time Daisuke has been sick." The broken child gazed up at the original keeper of friendship with a totally clueless look.
"We're supposed to do something else?" This earned him a scowl.
"Stupid baka." Yamato grabbed a pillow and gave Daisuke a light swat with it. "Anyway," he continued. "in that case you guys should get some." It was Takeru's time to look up now.
"Oni san, I don't like where this conversation is going…"
One moment later….
"And stay out!" he called after them, slamming the door. Daisuke whimpered.
"Your brother is evil. One of Satan's followers!"
"Isn't that illegal?" he asked Takeru.
"What?"
"To go into my house, then force me outside?"
"Probably."
"O.K."
"So what should we do?" Takeru asked. His brunette counterpart shrugged.
"Beats the hell outta me." Then, his eyes lit up.
"I can think of something making physical exertion more interesting." Takeru raised his eyebrows.
"Big words, Dai-Chan."
"A- don't call me 'Dai-Chan.' If you do I must hunt you down and hurt you. And B- Ice cream…" Takeru took a moment to consider this offer.
"I like how you think."
"Great 'cause you're buying."
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5:20
"What do you want?"
"I don't know." Takeru threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Kami Daisuke! You have spent the last I don't even WANT to know stand here, trying to pick out a flavour. Unsuccessfully, I might add." Daisuke turned to his blond haired companion.
"Picking out the ice cream flavour can be very difficult." He said in a fake Chinese accent. Takeru rolled his eyes and checked his watch.
"Yes, well, Daisuke San, if you don't pick out a flavour soon, you won't have a mouth to lick it with." Daisuke looked up from the display and stared at Takeru.
"You're not trying to get kinky with me, are you?" Takeru groaned and clutched his face, concealing his blush. Daisuke turned back into the ice cream, just as…
"DAISUKE! I'm sooooo happy you're here!"
"Huh?" And before Daisuke knew what had hit him, Miyako had grabbed his arm and dragged the poor child outside. Takeru sighed and checked his watch.
"Two cookies 'n cream, kudasai." Takeru told the employee behind the ice cream. He nodded and began scooping.
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"Miyako, what the hell are you doing? OW!" Daisuke exclaimed as he was brutally dragged to a bench near the shop. He rested his leg in a comfortable fashion, while wincing at the bruises Miyako's hand would leave in the morning.
"What the hell am I doing? Daisuke! One of the most scary things that I have ever seen has just happened to me and I'm scared." This caught Daisuke's attention.
"Miyako, are you O.K." he asked. Miyako face fell as she looked down, in a depressed fashion.
"No, not really." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. She then looked at her counterpart.
"You must promise to keep this confidential." Daisuke paused.
"Is it going to hurt someone else or you?" Miyako shook her head. Daisuke shrugged.
"Sure."
"Good." She clasped her hands in her dress, and then unclasped them, waiting for the right thing to say.
"Well," she began. "It all started after school. Hikari and I were walking home like we always do. We were just talking about boys and then Hikari told me she had something to say. I told her to go ahead, and then she blurted it out." Miyako took a deep breath. "Hikari asked me out." Daisuke blinked.
"Hikari asked you out?" he asked. Miyako nodded. Daisuke smirked.
"Finally got up the courage, ne?" Miyako blinked in surprise.
"You mean, you knew she had a crush on me?" Daisuke shrugged.
"I didn't know in so many words. I had my suspicions though." Miyako blinked again. Kind of like the calm before a storm.
"HOW COME YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" she demanded. Daisuke's eyes opened wide as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and made a threatening fist before his face.
"What if I had been wrong?" he asked her. "And you had gone and avoided her or something and hurt her feelings for no reason?" Miyako, seeing the reason behind this, let him go. She then sighed and cast her glance downward again.
"I don't know what to do." she whispered, sounding frightened.
"What happened after that?" Daisuke asked.
"I just ran away. I've been running around the city for the last 2 hours!" Miyako sniffed, her voice cracking. "Oh god Daisuke I ran away! I left my best friend standing there! I am such an idiot!" She broke. Miyako lowered her head into her lap as choked sobs started coming out of her.
"Miyako," Daisuke tried, but she wouldn't listen.
"Don't Daisuke." She sniffed. "I know I'm a bitch. Kami I'm horrible."
"Miyako…" Daisuke tried rubbing her back, but that only made her sob harder. But he had a feeling she just needed to cry this out.
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Takeru stood, watching from the glass door window. Neither of them seemed to notice his soft gaze, they both seemed too involved in the conversation. Miyako had started crying, and Daisuke was consoling her. Takeru smiled.
'He's always there.' The blond boy thought. 'He can be a jackass, a jerk and downright insensitive but he's always your shoulder when you really need him. It's adorable.' He blinked.
"Where did that come from Takaishi?" he murmured, staring at the brunette. He smiled to himself.
"He's growing on you."
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"I don't know what to do Daisuke." Miyako whimpered.
"And you think I do?" he whispered. Miyako sighed.
"No. But I was hoping you would." she muttered. Daisuke sighed.
"Miyako, take this test." he said. She nodded. "I'll give you two things, and you say which one comes into your head first." She frowned.
"How's that supposed to help?'
"Trust me." Miyako sighed.
"Fine." Daisuke grinned.
"Good. Now, black and blue?"
"Black."
"Cat or dog?"
"Cat."
"Hikari or Ken?'
"Hikari." she replied. Daisuke just smiled.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "Alright!" The purple haired girl gave Daisuke a big hug. From his position, it hurt. A lot.
"Miyako, I'm fragile!" he squeaked.
"Sorry." Miyako said, blushing. "Thank Dai."
"Anytime, Miyako-Chan." 'I love mind games.' Daisuke thought, smiling a bit. Just about then, Takeru came out.
"Hey guys." He said.
"Konnichiwa Takeru Chan. Sayonara Takeru-Chan." Miyako said, grabbing her backpack. "Oh yeah." she remembered. She opened her backpack and started digging around in it. Finally she emerged with a HUGE amount of papers, and 5 textbooks.
"Here's your missing work." She grunted, passing it onto Takeru. His eyes opened wide with shock.
"This much?!" he exclaimed. Daisuke looked down upon the pile with obvious distaste.
"Miyako, can we copy your notes?" he asked innocently.
"Nope." Miyako gave a mad laugh before she ran off. They both stared after her.
"Weird." Takeru finally commented.
"Yeah. Really weird." he muttered. Takeru shifted the notes, and brought out two ice cream cones.
"Here Daisuke." Takeru said handing the boy his cone.
"Arigato."
"Iie do itamashita." Takeru replied, taking a lick of his own cone. Daisuke bit into his and his eyes got a questionable look on them.
"Takeru, how did you know my favourite flavour was cookies 'n cream?" he asked. Takeru's eyebrows shot up.
"Really? I didn't. It's just mine and since you couldn't choose I did for you."
"Oh." The exact same thought rang across each of their minds:
Weird.
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Very, very, very late at night.
"What is the capital of China?" Takeru asked. Daisuke stared at him blankly.
"Uh, Florida?" Takeru groaned.
"NO!!!" Daisuke shrugged.
"I don't know. I'm not good at this kind of thing." he said. Takeru sighed.
"I have been quizzing you for the last hour and you don't know a damn thing!" he yelled.
"That's nice…"
"Huh?" Takeru was shocked when he found that Daisuke Motomiya had fallen asleep. Right in his lap. At first, he was tempted to wake him up but decided to let the poor boy sleep. After all, he did look kind of cute…
Takeru ran his fingers through Daisuke's soft hair, and with a small smile, said his departing words before he fell into a dream.
"Stupid 'suke."
::yawn:: Tired. Anyway, you know the drill. Read, review Yada yada yada.
-Lilac