A/N Okay. Here I am finally working on this fic. It took me awhile, but hey. Better late than never. Let me first say...I really hate the way fanfiction.net has made all the fonts the same.unless you change them.. So please use "Times New Roman" as your font. Sankyuu very much. I must also warn you that I wrote this in a very bad mood...so there be angst in the future.

Disclaimer I don't own it.



Rivals: part three
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Daisuke rocked back and forth on his heels. He really felt stupid at the moment. He couldn't believe how much he had changed. Not the fact that he liked a guy, but the fact that he liked Takeru. It wasn't long ago that he really hated the blonde haired boy. He would argue with him over anything and everything just to prove he was better. And where was the competitiveness? It was locked behind a wall of longing, a wall of lust. It almost made Daisuke feel sick when he thought about the way he felt. His feelings were such a weird thing. He knew he wanted to be with Takeru, but to what extent was never made clear to him.

That was why he was standing outside Takeru's door. This 'friendly' kiss was for his benefit even if he tried to peg it off as helping Takeru. Daisuke had so many questions he needed answered about his feelings. And he hoped that this would be the way to enlightenment. Daisuke sighed brushing a hand through auburn locks. Now he was feeling silly as he realized how he was dressed, okay so he tried to dress sexy. He knew he had failed badly, he just didn't feel sexy. He worse a simple orange tanktop that clung to his body in just the right place. He didn't know why he picked an orange shirt, he just liked the color for some reason. If he had thought about it he might have realized the shirt made him look like a walking orange. He did much better with the pants he was wearing. They were black leather and constricting. Constricting was an understatement, they were tight as all hell. In short, he was an orange in sexy pants.

"Che," he grumbled as the door opened up revealing the one who had garnered his attempt at being sexy.

"Oi," came the response as the Takeru looked Daisuke up and down. "Nice pants."

Daisuke blushed a deep shade of crimson tapping his foot against the ground. "T-thanks."

Takeru nodded before stepping back to let Daisuke into the apartment. The apartment itself was spotless. Everything had it's place, and everything was in it. Daisuke wondered if the place ever needed to be cleaned like Takeru always complained about. "So, where's your Mom," he asked finally.

Takeru scratched the back of his head. "She's out on assignment. She won't be back until Monday." It was Friday night, and Takeru had thoughts about what was going to happen this weekend. Those were dismissed as quickly as they arose. He wasn't going to cross that bridge, his friendship with Daisuke had become important to him. He never really had any guy friends his age, they were always older.

"You're by yourself all weekend? That must really suck."

Takeru shrugged a bit before flopping down unceremoniously on the couch. One arm stayed at his side while the other lazily dropped off the edge. "It's not big deal."

Daisuke found himself standing in the middle of the livingroom staring at Takeru."So..."

Takeru pointed the hand that was off the couch towards the chair. "Sit down already."

Daisuke nodded before wandering that way. He expected it to be over with by now. He expected that he would be on his way home. But, it seemed that Takeru was in no hurry to get things done. The suspense was torture really. Instead of sitting down in the chair he made a b-line towards Takeru. His motion was swift and precise, not caring what was going to happen as he corned the blonde hair boy on the couch pressing lips to lips.

Takeru's eyes widened as he roughly pushed Daisuke away. "What are you doing!" he started yelling not thinking about what he was saying. They weren't together, he had no right to do that without warning. Of course is mind didn't register the fact that Daisuke had asked the day before.

"But, Takeru...I couldn't wait."

"What do you mean you couldn't wait! Man, I was just laying here.."

Daisuke's heart dropped into the pot, his blood began to boil. "You're such a damn hypocrite leading me on like you actually cared! Lying bastard!" The words shot out of Daisuke mouths without him thinking as he turned and ran out the door and left the child of Hope staring after him.

"Kuso."


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Daisuke kept running, he really had no idea where he was going. In fact, he didn't really care as long as it was away from Takeru. He knew this was going to happen, everything about Takeru was an act. He just wanted to be popular and that was it. Stupid bastard.

The night was cold and unforgiving. Leaves of emerald swayed violently in the wind. Their branches pointing at Daisuke as if you taunt him with the knowledge that he would never be loved. The dark sounds that filled the street called to him. The fluttering of wings of the creatures of the nights. The low wail of a single owl.

Daisuke stopped finally as he looked around. Where was he exactly? A few more moments of inspection made him realize......he was on the wrong side of town.

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The news reached Takeru via Iori. He had been staring at the floor for the last hour when there was a knocking on the door. Reluctantly, he told them it was open. Iori rushed in panting slight. "Takeru-san. Daisuke-kun he got beat up really bad. He's in the hospital."

Takeru froze immediately a frown crossing his face. It was all his fault. He reacted without thinking. He reacted without considering Daisuke's feelings. It was all his fault.

All his fault

All his fault

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Okay...that's it...I'm tired...I feel sick...and I think I've been changing tense throughout the whole story. ::sighs:: Review please..and maybe I'll get up the energy to write another part.