Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own them, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, I got so much feedback on the first part, I immediately started the second. About the school thing, the younger kids are supposed to be in elementary in the original and I guess that the older kids should be in middle school. The middle school I went to was right next to the elementary, soooo...that may have gotten a few people confused. -_-; Okay, now, we're in Tai's noggin...again.
Peril of Hope Part 2
by Reppa
Boy, my parents flipped when Hikari-chan and I asked if some of the others could spend the night. They said some didn't quite explain eight kids, so they told us to narrow it down to four. No problem. Miyako...cuz she'd kill me. Yamato...cuz Daisuke'd kill me and him if he wasn't there. Daisuke...he'd kill everyone if it were someone else. And Takeru because Hikari said so. Though I wasn't too sure about that last choice and it wasn't concerning Hikari. It concerned me...and that weird urge I had Monday when I'd helped Takeru with that Mitch guy. It had felt a little stronger when I had touched his cheek.
My thoughts persisted until I heard Tailmon from the living room. "Daisuke sometimes acts more like a cat than I do," she murmured, making trails with Patamon and Chibimon into Hikari's room.
"You mean he's always more of a cat than you, he scratches!" Patamon chirped back, settling himself on the dresser.
"How so? I scratch."
"Yeah, but you don't attack people just because of something they said." Chibimon pointed out, watching his human give Yamato a tongue lashing for the ages from the safety of the bedroom doorway.
Tailmon tapped her chin for a minute, wiggled her whispers, then nodded, "You've got a point."
I laughed to myself as I made my way into the living where the others were. Then I snickered at Yamato, no one could give a verbal whipping like Daisuke could, though Miyako could do pretty well herself. My eyes wandered about the room till they rested on Takeru. Scratching my chin thoughtfully, I quietly scooted over to him and whispered into his ear, "You okay? You look beat."
He blinked for a minute, then looked at me. His face was a little flushed and his eyes were partially closed. To me, he looked tired. "I'm okay," he replied, rubbing his eyes, "I just stayed up late last night."
"Why?"
"I...wasn't feeling well."
Liar. Liar, liar, pants on fire. If you weren't feeling well, your mom wouldn't have let you come. "You know you don't have to lie to me," I pointed out, hurt because he would.
Takeru looked a little surprised, then looked even more when I pulled him into my room and shut the door, "What's the real reason you stayed up last night?" He looked ready to fall asleep, but he shook his head before sitting on the bed.
"Well...it was Mitch again. He harrassed me yesterday and kept calling last night. There."
"Oh, the smartass bully! I remember him! Sir harrass-alot!" I said to myself and watched as Takeru tried to suppress his laughter. "What you should do is sick Daisuke on him, he'll scare him straight," I began, then to myself, "little wonder that he hasn't done that to Yamato yet."
"You know, my brother said Daisuke couldn't scare him for the world."
"Oh really?" I demanded, then I poked my head out the door and shouted to Daisuke, "Daisuke, Yamato said you couldn't scare anyone worth shit!"
There was a sudden ruckus and Takeru and I began laughing uncontrollably as Daisuke chased the blonde rock star up and down the apartment, up and over furniture, and in and out of several rooms. All the while, Yamato cursed me out while the younger boy was hot on his heels and spitting his own curses at the older boy. It was way too amusing!
When I started to turn back into the room I was surprised to see Takeru leaning against the door frame right next to me, looking even sleepier than before, probably from all that laughing.
"Ya know," I began, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him over to the bed, "maybe you should get a few z's. It wouldn't hurt."
"What?" he whined, looking surprised, then he shook his head, "No I don't. I'm fine."
"Liar, liar, pants on fire."
"That was old," he pointed out, rubbing his eyes as if that'd keep him awake. But I knew the more I tried to get him to lay down, the less he struggled until he relaxed after I successfully pinned his arms down. After I let myself stare at him for a moment, that urge came back but much stronger. So, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. He made a funny little noise, a muffled 'mmph', but other than that, he didn't seem very bothered by the kiss.
Actually, he actively kissed back and I had to admit, it was pretty nice. But I didn't want any of the others to see, especially Yamato and Hikari. So I pulled back, and I saw Takeru was kinda disappointed. But it seemed like he understood why, because he didn't say a word and promptly curled up to take those recommended winks of sleep. I took that as my cue to leave. After I had left the room and gently shut the door, I crossed my arms, "He's a sly little thing sometimes."
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