I want to thank those who actually reviewed. They are the ones whom are keeping this story going. By the way, this chapter is a bit Daikeru, a bit Takari. Also full on Takeru weirdness. I have finally started a point where this thing finally has the beginnings of a plot.

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Now, without further ado!!

Confused Feelings

I stared hard at Yamato, disbelief in my eyes. There were a lot of things that this boy came out with, that sounded so dumb that I just could not believe. This was definitely one of them. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I began to laugh heartily.

"Daisuke confessed his love to Takeru?" If Yamato wasn't sitting at the end of the couch, I would have rolled over it in hysterics. "I'm sorry, but that is just too absurd! Daisuke worships the ground Kari walks on. He continuously hounds her!"

"It's true." Yamato folded his arms and glared at me. "Takeru told me that Daisuke's obsession with Hikari was a mask to hide his real feelings."

My hysterical laughing had now subsided and I was now sitting on the couch trying to compose myself, staring at Yamato, slightly confused.

"But wait." I protested. "Daisuke hates Takeru. He told me himself. They used to always fight. Well, Daisuke would fight. Takeru would nod and smile, but they weren't even close."

"A fine line between love and hate!" Yamato stated sarcastically. "Ever heard of that phrase Tai?"

"Don't take that tone with me Yama-kun!" I pouted at him. "I'm just trying to make sense of what you just told me."

"Don't call me that!"

It was an automatic response from Yamato, but he smiled none the less. He doesn't hate me calling him that as much as he pretends to. He just doesn't like to be called that in public. I think that the affection embarrasses him. I got up and walked around to the back of the couch.

"Why not Yama-kun?" I placed a hand on his hair and began to muss it up. "It suits you!"

Yamato growled, jumped up from the couch and ran around it towards me. I laughed and dodged the other way. Keeping the couch between us.

"Now calling me Yama-kun I can handle." He glared at me. "But touching my hair is off limits."

"It's not as if I can ruin it." I smiled at him. "The amount of gel you have used has turned it into a rock. You can probably break things on it!"

Yamato leaped at me, catching me completely off guard. He had jumped over the couch, knocking me across the coffee table. I landed on the floor on the other side, with my feet still on the table. Yamato was sprawled on top of me, his hands on my collar and our faces very close.

"Quit insulting my hair." Yamato mumbled. "Yours is like a mop, so you can't talk!"

"Hey! I happen to like my mop. At least its soft."

"Yeah, right."

"Hey Yama-kun." I looked into his eyes. He was no longer angry, but he looked entirely too comfortable laying on me. I on the other hand, was getting a neck ache.

"Yes Tai?"

"Well' I'm in pain down here and you're heavy."

I nearly missed it, but a faint blush appeared on Yamato's cheeks and he scrambled off me.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "Back to the subject of Takeru, Don't tell anyone what I told you about him. Especially not Hikari. Please Tai!"

"No prob." I replied. I doubted Kari would believe me anyway. "I'm sure Takeru will tell her, himself anyway."

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Takeru was awake!

My lips were still glued to his, my breathing fast. He was staring up at me questioningly, but unmoving. This had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I was also scared. What if he threw me off him, yelled at me for creeping into his room. I was just about to sit up and apologise when I felt his arms creep around me. His eyes closed and then I felt his tongue I'm my mouth! I began to return the kiss enthusiastically. This was exactly what I had wanted for such a long time and I didn't want it to stop. Takeru's taste was so sweet and addictive.

I suddenly felt Takeru's hands open the buttons on my blouse and slip his hands onto my chest, just below my bra. It was a strange sensation but totally pleasurable, especially when he began to stroke me through my bra. His mouth had moved down to my neck and had begun nibbling gently. I was gasping in pleasure, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. I felt him unlatch my bra, and then he moved his hands to the zip on my skirt.

'Hold it Kari!' My brain suddenly yelled at me, interrupting my moments of bliss. 'Something is wrong here! Takeru never acts like this.' Through the haze of white light, I saw the dark clouds descending even deeper than before. I tried pulling away from Takeru but he just gripped me tighter around the waist, kissing down my chest. I twisted sharply and I managed to release myself from Takeru's grip, slipping and falling to the floor by his bed. The ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen was back and it was so much stronger than before.

"What's wrong?" Takeru asked, sitting up and staring at me. I was about to explain the problem of the bad premonition, when I looked into his eyes. What were looking back at me, weren't Takeru's eyes. They seemed to be a deep shade of black, piercing and cold. A smirk adorned his face and his arms were folded over his chest.

"Ta..Ta..Takeru?" I stuttered at him. There was defiantly something wrong here.

"Yes." He replied. It didn't even sound like his voice. It was cold and calculating. I couldn't take my eyes off him. What had happened to him? "Is there a problem?"

"No." I whispered. "You were going too fast, that's all."

"I was?" He asked, surprise in his voice, but his features didn't change. "Wasn't it what you wanted Hikari? Didn't you come here to try and seduce me into being with you? Wasn't it your plan since you punched Daisuke in the face? Well?"

I gasped. He knew about me hitting Daisuke! He knew! He called me Hikari! What was going on here? I crossed my own arms, then realised that my shirt was still undone and my bra was loose. Blushing slightly, I quickly moved to do them both up.

"Did you have to?" Takeru's grin grew larger. "It was quite a view!"

"TAKERU!" I yelled at him, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks again drat them.

"I would have loved to have seen more!"

"TAKERU!" I yelled again. He was really scaring me now. The way he was talking and the way he seemed to enjoy my distress. I stood up and glared at him, my clothes finally fixed.

"How did you know about me hitting Daisuke? Did he tell you?"

"No."

"Were you spying on us?"

"No."

"So, how did you know?" I was beginning to feel frustrated and angry with him. He had completely switched attitudes on me.

"I'm not telling!" Takeru stared at me. "Why would I want to tell you anyway?"

"What's your problem?" I asked, placing my face just centimetres from his own, glaring at him. What's making you act like this?"

"You are Hikari!" He grinned widely at me. I slapped him, hard. The force made him fall back down onto his back. I continued to stare at him while he closed his eyes and opened them again. Crystal blue eyes stared back at me questioningly.

"Kari?" He said groggily. "Why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

I stared at him, gob smacked. What was going on? One minute he's acting like the devil himself, the next he's back to normal. Those dark clouds had faded again. Takeru looked at me and smiled his gentle smile, which, even after the fiasco of moments before, still made me weak at the knees.

"Are you okay? You look a little upset!"

"Yes. I'm fine." I replied shakily. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am Kari. Why wouldn't I be?" He stared at me worriedly. "There is something-wrong Kari, you've been crying.

"Why did you do that?" I almost cried." It isn't like you."

"Why did I do what?" Takeru was genuinely curious. "I woke up to see you standing over me. Did I grab at you in my sleep or something?"

"No." I didn't understand it. He was acting like he didn't remember a few moments ago. "What were the last things you can remember doing Takeru?"

Takeru was curious about the question, but answered anyway. "Well, I remember talking to Yamato, he left for a walk, and I went to lie down after putting my music on. I felt a sharp pain and I looked up to see you standing over me."

"You don't remember having a go at me about Daisuke?" I blushed. "And talking to me in a perverted way?"

"No! When did I do that?" He blushed suddenly, but very lightly. "What about Daisuke?"

"Never mind." Maybe he had selective amnesia! It didn't sound right but I couldn't explain it any other way, now, going back to Daisuke....

"What's going on Takeru, between you and Daisuke?" I was still staring at him. "I saw you both kissing on the field today." He had lowered his eyes and was staring at the bed sheet, plucking at it with his fingers.

"I don't know!"

I continued to stare at him. That wasn't the answer I had been looking for.

"You don't know?" I said incredulously, frustration had knocked out my calmness, beaten it up and thrown it into a corner. It now took over my emotions. "You were kissing him Takeru! You were kissing a boy, passionately I might add." My voice volume had raised a few octaves but I didn't care. "Why? Why did you do it? Was it a laugh? Did you want to twist his feelings? My feelings?" I began to realise I was blurting out things that I shouldn't, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. "He is in love with you Takeru and so am I! So I ask again, what is going on?"

Takeru stared up at he again. Sadness lingered in his eyes but he still smiled up at me.

"I love him, Kari!"

I gasped, pain shooting through my chest. It hurt, really hurt.

"A...and what about me?"

"I love you too!"

"Wha...?" Okay. I was really confused now. "You love both Daisuke and me?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Whom do you love more?"

"I don't know." Takeru stood up and began to pace around his room. On his face was a thoughtful expression. "I care about the both of you. I don't want either of you to be hurt. I just don't know who I am in love with." He stared at me again, halting in his pacing. "That's why I never dated. It never felt right. I never told anyone my fears or my feelings, not even you. I never meant for either of you to find out, but Daisuke broke me. He confessed his feelings for me, breaking my shell."

"What happened exactly?" I asked curiously. I was intrigued. First off, Takeru had kept a lot hidden. He was supposed to be my best friend and we were supposed to listen to and help each other. Secondly, I wanted to know how far into Takeru's shell, Daisuke had gotten!

"Well." Takeru sat down on his bed again. I sat down beside him." Daisuke told me how he felt about me and for how long. He then asked if he could kiss me, which I kind of agreed to."

"Kind of?"

"I kissed him." Takeru clenched his bedclothes tightly. "I was enjoying it. We went from gentle kissing, to all out making out, sprawled out on the ground!"

I narrowed my eyes and stared at Takeru's bedroom door. This must have happened after I left. Thank god I had missed it, but Takeru hadn't finished.

"Daisuke undid my shirt and began kissing down my chest." Takeru whispered. I turned back to him to see him blushing. "I didn't stop him. I wanted him to continue. It was only when he placed his hand down my trousers, did I stop him. It was too fast!"

I gagged. I couldn't help it. No wonder Daisuke had looked so self satisfied when I saw him in the bathroom. Once again I was glad that I had punched him.

"Takeru." I whispered, looking at his face again. He was still blushing slightly and he looked back down at me.

"Yes Kari" His fathomless blue eyes looked into mine gently. Mustering my resolve, I jumped into his arms and pressed my lips to his again.

It was different this time. I felt like I was floating on a sea of white and golden light. It was still as addictive as last time, but this was only a gentle kiss of lip to lip, the fragrance of Kiwi and Lime all around me. I don't know what happened last time but it felt as if the last kiss was fake. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I placed my hands on his shoulders. As he opened his mouth to receive my tongue, my head felt really light and dizzy. We were kissing really slowly as if time wasn't a factor for us.

I vaguely heard the front door open, but dismissed it, too wrapped up in the sensations I was feeling. It was Yamato's voice however, which pulled me away from Takeru.

"Hey Take-kun. Don't eat her! We do have food in the cupboard you know!"

I looked up to see Yamato leaning on the open doorframe, grinning widely. I glared at him and released myself from Takeru's arms.

"Don't comment Yamato, or I'll tell Takeru whose name you groan out in your sleep!" The glare turned into a grin as Yamato looked at me, stricken.

"You wouldn't!" He begged. "Hikari. If they found out...."

I laughed. I had Yamato in a bind. Blackmail was so much fun against him.

"What name?" Takeru asked interested. Yamato glared at me and stormed out of the room. I shook my head and stared at Takeru. "I can't tell you Takeru, but Yamato will, or I will spread it!" I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'll leave you now. Goodnight Take-chan!"

I stood up and ran out of his room. I didn't stop until I reached the street outside his apartment plaza.

"Why can't he be in love with me?" I closed my eyes and sighed. "I do understand, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less!"

Slowly, I turned towards home, small tears falling down my face. The episode with Takeru had exhausted me and I could feel the headache coming back. This had been one of the worst days of my life, but in another way, it had been good. The only problem was, I still felt that something bad was going to happen!

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"Good morning. Takeshi residence."

I wrapped the phone cord around my finger, trying to keep my breathing even. "Hello Mrs Takeshi. Its Daisuke. Is Takeru there?"

"I'm afraid not dear. He's just popped to the shopping centre about twenty minutes ago."

"Okay. Thanks. See you." I put the phone down and sighed. I had to see him again, to prove to myself that yesterday had actually happened. I ran into the hall, narrowly missing Jun as she stepped out of the kitchen.

"Hey Daisuke. Where's the fire?"

"Nowhere. Gotta go." I mumbled, pulling on my shoes, then opening the front door. "See you later." Without waiting for a response, I slammed the door and ran out into the street. I had to find him. I needed to see him. If I didn't know any better, I would swear I was acting like some lovesick teenager. I needed to know if Kari had spoken to him, and if she had, find out what she had said. My chin had only come up in a light bruise. I must have tough skin.

I reached the shopping centre in about ten minutes. It wasn't very big. It held a supermarket, music store, jewellers, and a cinema. Takeru was heading out of the building, a blue bag in one of his hands. He was heading in my direction, his hair blowing gently in the light breeze. I could have stood on the pavement all day just staring at him, but I had a better idea. Grinning, I ducked into an alley just off the street and waited for Takeru to pass. As he did, I grabbed him and pulled him into the alley with me.

"Wha..." Was all he managed to get out before I pressed my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around him and relaxed when I felt his arms go around my shoulders and deepen the kiss. Compared to yesterdays passion filled kiss, this one was kind of gentle. His fragrance of Lime and Kiwi was all around me and I sighed with contentment into his mouth.

Finally, I drew away, needing air and smiled into his half-lidded blue eyes.

"Morning Take-chan." I purred at him. H smiled back at me then buried his face into my neck.

"Morning Dai-kun." He whispered. His breath on my neck was making tingles shoot down my spine and I gripped him tightly, leaning my face into his hair. For someone who was slightly taller than me, this was kind of a strange way for us to stand.

"Take-chan." I whispered, not wanting to break the peace that had settled over us. "Do you want to come back to my house or should we go to yours. I just think we should get out of this alley."

"Mine!" Takeru said quietly, gripping me tighter. "Both meanings intended!" I blushed lightly, knowing what he meant, and then I released his waist and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the alley. "Come on, let's go."

We walked in silence back to Takeru's apartment. I was holding his arm but I wanted to hold his hand, but I wasn't feeling confident enough yet to walk around in public like that. Upon reaching the apartment, we passed Takeru's mum, on her way to the office. She greeted us, told Takeru to make himself some lunch then jumped into her car. I followed Takeru into his apartment and closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, Takeru jumped at me, pressing his lips to mine again. Surprised but happy, I let him lead me over to the couch and I fell back onto it, Takeru landing on me. The kisses became passionate, his legs entangled with mine, and his hands were gripping the back of my head tightly. I only realised that there was a problem when I tasted his salty tears and I pulled back and stared at him.

"Take-chan. What's wrong?" I asked, really worried. He began to sob, his shoulders shaking. I kissed away his tears with my lips and tongue and I held him tightly until his tears had diminished slightly.

"You would never do something stupid enough to get yourself hurt, would you?" He asked me seriously, staring at me with those sad fathomless eyes. "I don't ever want you to get hurt because of me!"

"Why would I?" I replied, confused. Takeru had stopped crying and shaking and was now just laying on me.

"I've been having these dreams..." Takeru trailed of and looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh no. I'm out of time!"

"Huh! What?" I wasn't getting anywhere and Takeru had a knack of confusing me more than I already was. Takeru got up from me and pushed the blue carrier bag into my hands.

"Wait ten minutes, then open it. "He grinned at me. "I would have dropped it of at your house, but as you're here....!" He trailed off. "Back in a minute Dai-kun. "I've got to grab something from Miyako."

Before I could open my mouth again, Takeru had left the apartment. I just stared at the front door from my position on the couch, my mouth slightly open. I didn't know what was going on with him. One minute he was clinging to me, the next, running from me.

It was nearly twenty minutes later that I shook myself from my thoughts and opened the bag. Inside was two small wrapped parcels and a letter. The parcels were marked up, one to Hikari and one to me. The letter just had my name on it. I left the parcels in the bag, and pulled out the letter with a shaking hand. I peeled off the envelope and opened the letter. I gave it a quick glance over, gasped and jumped up, dropping the bag with the parcels onto the floor. I then ran out of the apartment, horror on my face and the letter clutched tightly in my hand....

There. What do you think. And no, I'm not sadistic, leaving it on a cliff-hanger. Please please please review. I need good reviews for motivation. If any ideas on how to start next chapter, please tell. I listen to all.

Until next time! Buh bye! Thanks for reading!

Kalariona