Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but I own Mitch. Anyway, this may very well be the first Taikeru, Taichi and Takeru as a couple...I hope so, because it's fun to be the one to do a certain thing first.
Peril of Hope Part 1
by Reppa
Tai's POV
"Hey, Tai!" I looked up from my lunch tray to see Koushiro and Yamato coming up to me, so I made friendly and waved to them. Koushiro seemed in good enough a mood but Yamato was down right miffed.
"What happened to you? Get into an argument?" I laughed, patting his shoulder. But he grumbled and scowled in an angry voice, "Daisuke wants to be difficult. He claims he'll sick his sister on me if I don't hear him out."
"'Hear him out?' What's he got to say?" I ask in amusement.
"He wants to show Yamato he can sing better than him, then Yamato had to be a butt-head and tell him that he sang worse than you." Koushiro explained, shaking his head in exasperation.
"And you added that insult to his list of things you've done to piss him off. That sounds almost as bad as the time when he caught you with that picture of him, you know, the one where he was getting out of the bathtub and had this much towel covering his ass." I laughed, with my pointer finger and my thumb, at most, two inches apart.
Yamato glared at me, "I got that picture from Iori, go bother him!"
Koushiro and I looked at each other in surprise, then at him. But we didn't say anything. Well, I didn't as I got up to dump my lunch tray. Bright personnel they have at this school, I noted to myself since I had to walk all the way across the lunch room just to get rid of some stinking trash. As I threw away my garbage and begun back towards the others, I heard a little something that bothered me a lot.
"Leave me alone...now!"
"What's the matter, blondie? Are you telling me all those jokes I've heard about blondes ain't true? Come 'ere!"
"No! Go away!"
When I followed the source of the noise, which I'd been hearing through an open window, I found some red-haired jerk had backed Takeru against the wall and was harassing him.
"What part of 'go away' don't you understand?!" Takeru snapped, trying his best to control his temper.
"Well, let me see, none of it!" the red-head retorted, suddenly grabbing Takeru's shoulders and viciously pinning the blonde against the wall.
"Hey, a thug with wit! Why don't you leave Takeru alone!" I ordered, folding my arms angrily. But the red-head obviously wasn't easy too scare.
"Yeah? Or what?" he added, then, as if to see if I'd do anything, he backhanded Takeru across the face. I just didn't think the guy was expecting to see the bottom of my shoe make contact with his face. And it was pretty funny when he went sprawling afterwards. Takeru, seeing this as his chance to get away from the bully, ran past me and hid behind my back, his hands resting on my shoulders. While I glared him down, the red-head shakily got to his feet and bolted like the coward he was.
After we watched him make a yellow-bellied retreat, I turned around to face Takeru. For some reason, I reached up and lightly touched Takeru's reddened cheek, my brow furrowed, "You okay?"
Takeru nodded, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks, "Thanks, Tai."
"Who was that anyway?" I asked, ignoring a sudden urge I had deep inside.
Takeru sighed, looking comically exasperated, "That was Mitch...he overheard me telling a friend that I...that I'm..."
"Gay?" I supplied with a shrug. The younger boy looked flushed and gulped nervously, but I shook my head, "Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. A lot of the others are too, at the most, everyone's at least bisexual. Why do you think Yamato had that picture of Daisuke?"
He blinked in surprise, "What picture?" I rubbed the back of my neck in laughter, "Ah, I think you'll have to ask your brother on that one!" Takeru closed his eyes and smiled in amusement as he laughed along with me. "Why are you all the way down here anyway?"
"Daisuke wanted to see Yama." Takeru explained, shrugging just slightly.
"Oh boy…" That didn't sound good.
*
"Where's Tai?" Koushiro asked, turning to Yamato.
The older boy shrugged, sipping at his soda, "I dunno, I'm just worried about how Daisuke's going to kill me. Think it'll be slow and painful or fast and easy?"
"I won't kill you yet, but I will thrash your eardrums!" came a voice from behind him, before he felt headphones put on his head and taping them there. The blonde hurriedly turned around, waving his arms frantically, "Daisuke!"
"Aaahhhhhh!!!!!!" the purple-haired boy screamed into the microphone, screaming until his face turned almost as purple as his hair. Koushiro watched, bemused. Then looked up at the younger boy after Yamato collapsed onto the floor, "Was that really necessary?"
Daisuke beamed happily after he caught his breath, "Of course."
"Who was screaming like it was the end of the world?" I inquired, returning to the table with Takeru next to me. The young blond blinked down in concern at his brother but Daisuke just waved it off, "Oh don't mind him, he got his just deserts. Just leave him there."
Koushirou just gave out an exasperated sigh as he shook his head and I rolled me eyes. That was just like Daisuke. Oh well. I'm just glad I'm not Yamato.
(Don't ask me about the ending, I was bored.)
