Author's note: Guess what? I think I've managed to recapture the angst! Yeah!
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't own any candy companies, either, including M&M's, and Skittles.
Warning: Yaoi
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When the afternoon arrived, followed by heat and sun, they had hiked through the park, raided the mall, been attacked by stray dogs, and eaten enough ramen to sink a battleship. It was a beautiful beginning to the day.
Somehow, they found themselves on a familiar street, walking towards Hikari's house. Daisuke was following Takeru around, laughing at his anecdotes, and enjoying the camaraderie between them.
They were traveling on the sidewalk, across from the complex that housed the Yagami's apartment, when a well-known voice called out to them, disrupting their current arguement of blue M&M's vs. blue Skittles. It was pointless, anyways, but it kept the silence at bay.
"Takeru, Daisuke!" They looked up at Hikari, waving her arm frantically from across the street. "Guys! Come here!" Takeru started across, his grin widening at the sight of his best friend.
Daisuke hung back. "I'll wait here. I want to ask that vendor how he makes his noodles." He had done that three times already, and Takeru was convinced that his redheaded friend still wanted to run a noodle cart.
"Okay. You'll join us when you're done, right?" He waited for him to nod, then jogged across the street, mindful of the traffic. Daisuke watched him approach the girl.
She spoke animatedly, her hands fluttering as she told him something of obvious importance. Daisuke watched them, forgetting about the vendor for the time being. Takeru seemed to get caught up in her story, and, as Dai looked on, he hugged her, twirling her around.
The world seemed to stop when she leaned down and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his back. Daisuke saw no more. He turned and ran, dodging around the suddenly appearing crowds as he tried to disappear through the park.
Takeru put Hikari down, looking quickly around for Daisuke wanting to judge his reaction to that unexpected kiss. The sidewalk across the road was empty, except for complete strangers. Then he saw, moving rapidly in the opposite direction through the trees, red hair. "Sorry, Kari. Congratulations!" Then he, too, was racing towards the other side of the park.
Daisuke didn't know where he was going, but he had the desperate need to get away. Running had become second nature in the last couple of days, but he didn't care. Escape was imperative at that point.
His breathing ragged, Takeru tried in vain to catch up to his friend. At one point, he tried taking a short cut, and almost lost him completely in the maze of trees. He found his trail again, but hadn't gained more than a few yards.
"Dai-su-ke!" He tried hollering, but he couldn't be sure that he was heard. People on the trail, and children playing stopped to look at the two boys running at full-speed past them. They were both frantic to reach their destination: Escape, and Daisuke.
They exited the park, and turned onto a side street. Takeru saw a beat cop (don't know if there are any in Japan, but 'oh well'). Thinking fast, he yelled. "Stop! Theif!" The officer looked up at them, and intercepted Daisuke, stopping him, and pulling him to the ground.
He didn't struggle, or argue. Instead, he broke into tears, and sobbed, resting his head against the pavement of the road. Takeru caught up, and dropped beside him, fighting for breath. He pulled Dai into his arms, and cradled him, tugging him across his lap. The cop looked at him, but he shook his head, and rocked his body back and forth.
"Dai? Are you okay?" He rubbed his back, uncertain how to soothe him.
The cop was looking at them in suspicion. "What's going on here, young man?"
"Sorry, sir. I needed to catch up with my friend, and it was the first thing I could think of."
"It's a serious offense, young man, accusing a person of theft." With a glare, they were left alone.
"I'm sorry, Dai."
The redhead pushed him away suddenly, causing him to fall backwards. "Fuck you, Takaishi. Just fuck off." He stood up, and walked away. His eyes hadn't been full of tears and pain, but of anger and rage.
Takeru was left on the ground, stunned, as he watched the whole day go up in flames. A short distance away, Dai stopped, and turned back.
"You can keep your friendship, and your jokes, and your nose out of my life. I have no need for them, or you."
"Fine!" He, too, stood up, his own fury taking control. "Whatever, Davis! Who needs you, and your mood swings, and your fuck-upedness, anyway! Go jump off a bridge, and see if I care. I shouldn't have bothered trying, cause you're hopeless! Go wallow in misery, Dai. Have fun."
They stood there, staring at each other, seething in emotion. Dai looked away first, brown eyes moist again. And he thought the tears had stopped. "Do you really believe that?"
The blonde sighed in frustration. "No. I care, and when you push me away, it hurts. You tell me to butt out, and go away, and my first thought is 'what the hell did I do wrong'. I need you to trust me, Dai. I need you to talk to me, so we can help each other."
That earned him a short, mirthless snort. "You don't need my help, TK."
"Yes, I do. Three weeks ago, my mother was in a car accident while on assignment, and couldn't make it home. Who stayed with me, without asking why? Who lets me talk about nothing, without complaining? Who told me I should try out for the tri-school basketball team, even though I was shorter than half the other players?"
"I get the point, but those are little things."
"It's the little things that get you down the most, Dai. It's the trivial things that no-one thinks to ask about that eventually hit you the hardest." Takeru stepped toward him, smiling gently. His words mirrored Dai's thoughts from the day before. "But if it makes you feel better, you help me with some big things, too."
"Like what?" Dai watched him approach, wanting to hear more. It was nice to know that your friends were there for you, but even better to know that they felt that you returned the favor.
He hesitated, blushing slightly. "Well." The distance between them grew shorter, until they were only inches apart. "This, for instance." And he leaned forward, touching his lips to Dai's in a soft kiss.
Daisuke didn't move, not to push him away, or return that small caress. He simply watched Takeru in shocked silence, unsure of how to respond. When he didn't do anything, Takeru pulled back, worry marring his face.
"Dai?" His breath was shuddery, and a feeling of doom assailed him. He had thought that the redhead would respond, kiss him back. Instead, wide brown eyes stared at him in confusion. "Oh, shit." He said it quietly, watching fear replace the confusion.
With a swiftness he could only envy, Dai ran off, again. Takeru watched him go, cursing himself under his breath. He had felt so sure that Daisuke cared for him. All signs seemed to point in that direction.
1) He was gay. 2) He had made it seem as if he wasn't interested in Ken 3) They had spent the whole morning together, talking and laughing. 4) He had reacted badly to seeing Kari kiss him.
"Fuck." He pulled out his D-3, and sent a message to the others, telling them to keep alert for Daisuke. It was the best, and least, that he could do. Somebody had to look after him, since he had a feeling that he'd screwed up majorly..
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End note: Hate me, yet? Yes? Really? That's nice. That was rather sudden, and I'm sorry. It really wasn't supposed to happen, but Takeru seems to have jumped the gun on me. Damn blondes, anyway. Yes, I am one, therefore I can make comments like that. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't own any candy companies, either, including M&M's, and Skittles.
Warning: Yaoi
_________________________
When the afternoon arrived, followed by heat and sun, they had hiked through the park, raided the mall, been attacked by stray dogs, and eaten enough ramen to sink a battleship. It was a beautiful beginning to the day.
Somehow, they found themselves on a familiar street, walking towards Hikari's house. Daisuke was following Takeru around, laughing at his anecdotes, and enjoying the camaraderie between them.
They were traveling on the sidewalk, across from the complex that housed the Yagami's apartment, when a well-known voice called out to them, disrupting their current arguement of blue M&M's vs. blue Skittles. It was pointless, anyways, but it kept the silence at bay.
"Takeru, Daisuke!" They looked up at Hikari, waving her arm frantically from across the street. "Guys! Come here!" Takeru started across, his grin widening at the sight of his best friend.
Daisuke hung back. "I'll wait here. I want to ask that vendor how he makes his noodles." He had done that three times already, and Takeru was convinced that his redheaded friend still wanted to run a noodle cart.
"Okay. You'll join us when you're done, right?" He waited for him to nod, then jogged across the street, mindful of the traffic. Daisuke watched him approach the girl.
She spoke animatedly, her hands fluttering as she told him something of obvious importance. Daisuke watched them, forgetting about the vendor for the time being. Takeru seemed to get caught up in her story, and, as Dai looked on, he hugged her, twirling her around.
The world seemed to stop when she leaned down and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his back. Daisuke saw no more. He turned and ran, dodging around the suddenly appearing crowds as he tried to disappear through the park.
Takeru put Hikari down, looking quickly around for Daisuke wanting to judge his reaction to that unexpected kiss. The sidewalk across the road was empty, except for complete strangers. Then he saw, moving rapidly in the opposite direction through the trees, red hair. "Sorry, Kari. Congratulations!" Then he, too, was racing towards the other side of the park.
Daisuke didn't know where he was going, but he had the desperate need to get away. Running had become second nature in the last couple of days, but he didn't care. Escape was imperative at that point.
His breathing ragged, Takeru tried in vain to catch up to his friend. At one point, he tried taking a short cut, and almost lost him completely in the maze of trees. He found his trail again, but hadn't gained more than a few yards.
"Dai-su-ke!" He tried hollering, but he couldn't be sure that he was heard. People on the trail, and children playing stopped to look at the two boys running at full-speed past them. They were both frantic to reach their destination: Escape, and Daisuke.
They exited the park, and turned onto a side street. Takeru saw a beat cop (don't know if there are any in Japan, but 'oh well'). Thinking fast, he yelled. "Stop! Theif!" The officer looked up at them, and intercepted Daisuke, stopping him, and pulling him to the ground.
He didn't struggle, or argue. Instead, he broke into tears, and sobbed, resting his head against the pavement of the road. Takeru caught up, and dropped beside him, fighting for breath. He pulled Dai into his arms, and cradled him, tugging him across his lap. The cop looked at him, but he shook his head, and rocked his body back and forth.
"Dai? Are you okay?" He rubbed his back, uncertain how to soothe him.
The cop was looking at them in suspicion. "What's going on here, young man?"
"Sorry, sir. I needed to catch up with my friend, and it was the first thing I could think of."
"It's a serious offense, young man, accusing a person of theft." With a glare, they were left alone.
"I'm sorry, Dai."
The redhead pushed him away suddenly, causing him to fall backwards. "Fuck you, Takaishi. Just fuck off." He stood up, and walked away. His eyes hadn't been full of tears and pain, but of anger and rage.
Takeru was left on the ground, stunned, as he watched the whole day go up in flames. A short distance away, Dai stopped, and turned back.
"You can keep your friendship, and your jokes, and your nose out of my life. I have no need for them, or you."
"Fine!" He, too, stood up, his own fury taking control. "Whatever, Davis! Who needs you, and your mood swings, and your fuck-upedness, anyway! Go jump off a bridge, and see if I care. I shouldn't have bothered trying, cause you're hopeless! Go wallow in misery, Dai. Have fun."
They stood there, staring at each other, seething in emotion. Dai looked away first, brown eyes moist again. And he thought the tears had stopped. "Do you really believe that?"
The blonde sighed in frustration. "No. I care, and when you push me away, it hurts. You tell me to butt out, and go away, and my first thought is 'what the hell did I do wrong'. I need you to trust me, Dai. I need you to talk to me, so we can help each other."
That earned him a short, mirthless snort. "You don't need my help, TK."
"Yes, I do. Three weeks ago, my mother was in a car accident while on assignment, and couldn't make it home. Who stayed with me, without asking why? Who lets me talk about nothing, without complaining? Who told me I should try out for the tri-school basketball team, even though I was shorter than half the other players?"
"I get the point, but those are little things."
"It's the little things that get you down the most, Dai. It's the trivial things that no-one thinks to ask about that eventually hit you the hardest." Takeru stepped toward him, smiling gently. His words mirrored Dai's thoughts from the day before. "But if it makes you feel better, you help me with some big things, too."
"Like what?" Dai watched him approach, wanting to hear more. It was nice to know that your friends were there for you, but even better to know that they felt that you returned the favor.
He hesitated, blushing slightly. "Well." The distance between them grew shorter, until they were only inches apart. "This, for instance." And he leaned forward, touching his lips to Dai's in a soft kiss.
Daisuke didn't move, not to push him away, or return that small caress. He simply watched Takeru in shocked silence, unsure of how to respond. When he didn't do anything, Takeru pulled back, worry marring his face.
"Dai?" His breath was shuddery, and a feeling of doom assailed him. He had thought that the redhead would respond, kiss him back. Instead, wide brown eyes stared at him in confusion. "Oh, shit." He said it quietly, watching fear replace the confusion.
With a swiftness he could only envy, Dai ran off, again. Takeru watched him go, cursing himself under his breath. He had felt so sure that Daisuke cared for him. All signs seemed to point in that direction.
1) He was gay. 2) He had made it seem as if he wasn't interested in Ken 3) They had spent the whole morning together, talking and laughing. 4) He had reacted badly to seeing Kari kiss him.
"Fuck." He pulled out his D-3, and sent a message to the others, telling them to keep alert for Daisuke. It was the best, and least, that he could do. Somebody had to look after him, since he had a feeling that he'd screwed up majorly..
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End note: Hate me, yet? Yes? Really? That's nice. That was rather sudden, and I'm sorry. It really wasn't supposed to happen, but Takeru seems to have jumped the gun on me. Damn blondes, anyway. Yes, I am one, therefore I can make comments like that. Thank you.