Warnings: Shounen-ai and a grand total of 2 cuss words.
Pairings: One sided Takeshi X Daisuke and one sided Keiji X Takeshi
Shini: I have nothing to say beyond this was written up today in study hall.
Read and enjoy.
Until Then
By: Shini
It began completely casual. He had invited him over to do what most normal kids
did, if you could consider either normal. The plan was simple.
Hang out.
They chatted about being in the media business, talked about how their teacher must
have been a ditz picked out from a shoujo manga, and they talked about the
latest target for the legendary Kaitou. It seemed like a normal, light hearted
conversation between two fourteen year old boys.
So that's how it was. Keiji was laying on one of his off-white leather couched
with a can of soda in his hand, while Takeshi was slouched in a comfortable
looking leather chair, feet propped up on the glass coffee table. It had been
the first time Takeshi had seen Keiji's house, and boy was it big. Being in the
production business must have paid him well.
"So I was thinking of casting Daisuke in my next commercial. Something to
do with rabbits would work..."
Takeshi snickered at that. His best friend probably would fit in nicely
with a bunch of white rabbits hopping around him. He was just cute in that way.
'Cute and completely adorable' He mused to himself with a grin.
Keiji looked thoughtfully at Takeshi before turning the conversation around in a
complete 180. "Why haven't you told Daisuke yet?"
Jerking his head up to look at the blonde, Takeshi gave him a very confused
look. "Tell him what?"
Keiji smiled slyly at the other boy. "About how you feel about him."
Takeshi simply stared at him as if he had lost it. Feelings for Daisuke? How in
the world did he gather that?
"I noticed," the producer continued, "how you look at him. You're
over protective of him as well, and you constantly keep your eyes on him.."
Takeshi cut him off quickly, "He needs to have someone watch out for him.
He's not strong enough to ward of any bullies and.."
"He can take care of anyone who comes his way and you know it,
Takeshi."
At that, Takeshi stopped. Slumping his head down, he nodded a little. He did
know. Daisuke could take care of himself. He just wanted the other to
know he was there to protect him when he needed it. And sometimes the red-head
just seemed to need protecting. Being cute, innocent, and a little small for his
age gave that sort of impression. But Takeshi knew he was able to handle
anything.
After a long period of silence, Keiji finally spoke again. "So why haven't
you told him?"
Shaking his head, Takeshi ran a hand through his black hair. "He wouldn't
understand. He'd think I mean it as a friend, not that way. You've seen him.
He's with Riku and he's happy with her. I'm not going to confuse him and
make him unhappy over my feelings."
Keiji narrowed his eyes at the other "He has a right to know that his best
friend is in love with him Takeshi!"
"Why do you care if I tell him or not anyway? It's none of your business
how I feel about him or if I choose to tell him about it!" Takeshi snapped
back, glaring.
"It is my business because Daisuke is my friend as well! And he, above all,
deserves to know about this! Don't you think he deserves the truth from
you?"
"I've never lied to him!" Takeshi look outraged. "Never, in my
entire life, have I lied to him!" And he was telling the truth. He may have
teased the boy, and joked around with him but he had never lied to him.
"Yes you are. Every second you act like he is just a best friend to you
you're not only lying to him but yourself as well!" Keiji retorted, eyes
blazing.
That did it. Takeshi was up and over to the couch in a flash, grabbing Keiji by
the collar and pulled him up to eye level. "Keiji, I suggest you stay out
of this." He snarled, "I'll tell Daisuke when I'm ready to and not a
second before that. And if I find out you ever tell him, I swear I'll tear you
apart."
Keiji was so shocked by this reaction, he had dropped his soda which was
currently spilling its contents onto the neat clean white carpet. Apparently, he
hadn't thought Takeshi would actually get violent with him. But his worries were
put down when Takeshi took a deep breathe, and let go of him. Running a hand
absently through his own hair, Takeshi mumbled, "Sorry, I got carried
away." He seemed to think it over before adding "I mean it, though.
Don't tell him. I'll tell him when I can face it."
Keiji's face clearly showed he was having some sort of mental conflict. He
stared at Takeshi, wondering what to say. He was sure if he made a smart reply,
he'd probably regret it. So, he nodded. "Fine. But tell him soon, will
you?"
Nodding, Takeshi looked at the clock and nearly jumped out of his skin. "Ah
shit, I need to go. My old man will want dinner ready before he has to go to the
gallery." Hearing Keiji's snicker, he glared. "Let's see you
try living with a slop for a father who can't cook and doesn't clean!"
Keiji grinned "They're called house maids, Takeshi."
Rolling his eyes, the black haired boy headed for the door. "Alright, try
not being a rich bastard and living with my old man. You'd learn to cook real
fast, too." He stated, sliding his shoes on.
Laughing, Keiji laid back down on the couch. "You'd have to show me how to
cook sometime then, Takeshi." The other boy ginned, opening the door.
"Next time I come over, I will. See ya!" With that he stepped out and
Keiji heard the door shut.
Pulling a tape recorder out from his pocket, Keiji pushed the stop button. It
would be so simple, to just give the tape to Daisuke. Then if he rejected
Takeshi maybe..
"Maybe," he smiled an oddly sad smile, "he'd finally look at
me." Shaking his head, he threw the tape in the trash can before curling up
on the couch and clicked on the TV.
"Until you tell him Takeshi, until then, I won't even think about telling
you."
-End-
