A/N: Which chapter is this? I've lost track. The seventh chapter, right? Anyways, hope you enjoy it. It's fun to write Takeru and Ken hanging out. Oh, and I finally tried out what I've been wanting to try out forever but never got around to it. I had Daisuke hang out with Koushirou in this chapter. I don't know why I think those two would be great friends. Daisuke and Koushirou, wreaking havoc upon the innocent citizens of the city! Well, I think it sounds good. Anyways, R/R.

A Song For Takeru

On a Monday afternoon, with the sun shining brightly outside, school was the last place Daisuke wanted to be. However, he, Takeru, and Ken had to make up a test that they had conveniently all been absent for when they had caught each other's sicknesses. They sat in the small classroom, with Daisuke in the back left corner desk, Takeru in the middle of the classroom, and Ken in the front right corner desk. Daisuke stared down at the paper and felt his eyes drooping. He didn't want to fall asleep, but at the same time, it was tempting.

The teacher walked up to the front of the classroom and whispered to them, "I'm going to the restroom."

They glanced up and nodded. He left the room and Daisuke automatically turned to the others.

"Hey, Takeru," he whispered. "What's the answer to number one?"

"F," the blonde whispered back.

Daisuke looked down at his paper, furrowed his brow, and looked up at his friend. "There is no F," he whispered.

Takeru turned to grin at him. "You're very perceptive," he whispered in reply.

Daisuke grumbled to himself, and then whispered a bit more loudly, "Ken, what's the answer for number one?"

Ken turned and whispered, "The fifth one to the last."

"There's only four."

"You're very perceptive."

"Why does everyone think I'm perceptive?" Daisuke whispered loudly.

Takeru and Ken shared a grin. Suddenly, Daisuke frowned.

"Why are we whispering?" he whispered.

Takeru and Ken blinked. "I don't know," Ken whispered in reply.

The teacher came back and they all quickly looked down at their papers.

"Welcome back," Takeru whispered to the teacher.

The teacher laughed a little and asked out loud, "Why are you whispering?"

Takeru blinked. Daisuke and Ken laughed out loud.

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Daisuke walked home, arms behind his head, sighing. Today was going to be another uneventful day, in an uneventful week. He looked forward to Halloween, which was coming up at the end of the month.

"Speaking of Halloween," he said to himself, unfolding his arms and staring up at the sky, "when is it going to start getting cold? It's the beginning of October, and the sun's still bright."

He raised an eyebrow to himself, and slowly began walking again. He passed by the weird guy that always sits on the bench at the bus stop. He was an old man that never ever moved from his place on the seat. Daisuke had once sat on the bench and tried to strike up a conversation with him.

He had asked, "What's your name?"

The old man had replied, "Jerry."

"Jerry, why do you always sit here?"

"I'm waiting for it to snow. My wife told me to sit out here and wait until it snows, and then I can go back home."

"Why'd she tell you that?"

"We had an argument."

"But...it never snows here. It stopped snowing years ago. You're never going to get home if you wait until it starts snowing again."

"I'll do it for love."

Daisuke had raised an eyebrow. "Jerry...you do know that your wife di-I mean, passed away years ago, right? Mrs. Takasugi, right?"

The old man had smiled at him. "Yes, that is her name, but I'm afraid you're wrong about her being dead. You see...I've seen her."

Daisuke had then seen Hikari walking down the street with Miyako, giggling, and hadn't wanted her to think he was weird for sitting and chatting with the old man, so he had said goodbye and walked away.

The last words he had heard the man say were, "No, not goodbye. See you later."

Now, in the present, Daisuke smiled and walked to the bench. He stood behind Jerry and tilted his head to see the man's face.

"Hey, Jerry."

Jerry looked up at him, smiled, and nodded a hello. Then, Jerry looked up at the sky, as if expecting snow to fall any minute. Daisuke shook his head slowly and walked away from the bench.

"See you later, Jerry."

"See you later," he heard the old man reply.

Daisuke felt a sort of mystical feeling, and for a while, believed that snow truly would fall from the sky if he wished it enough. He closed his eyes and silently thought of a wish, a wish that Jerry would be able to see snow sometime in the rest of his lifetime and finally return home.

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When Daisuke finally got home, he found that he was incredibly bored. His parents were out of the house for a shopping trip, his sister was also out at a mall with her friends, and now Daisuke had the entire house to himself, but it felt too empty and lifeless for that fact to excite him.

His stomach rumbled, and he decided he should go out with a friend to eat. He ran to the phone and looked at his speeddial list, and saw that Takeru was the first one of his friends listed. He quickly pressed the number for Takeru's home, waited a few rings, and then heard someone pick up.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Takaishi? This is Daisuke. Is Takeru there?"

"No, he's out at a restaurant with Ken right now. Shall I have him call you back?"

"No, it's okay. Well, thanks anyways. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

He hung up and grumbled. Takeru was out with Ken. At a restaurant. His two friends had abandoned him in his time of need...for good food. Just perfect. Daisuke didn't quite know why the thought of Takeru and Ken out at a restaurant together made him so angry, but he shook it off. Fine. Let them go eat at their stupid restaurant. He'd just have to go with someone else.

He ran his finger down the list, skipping Ken, who was after Takeru, and seeing that Kari was next. He wondered if Taichi was in, since Kari would never agree to be seen in public with him if she could help it. He called the number.

A minute later, he hung up, his eye twitching. Taichi was out with Yamato. What was this, abandon on Daisuke's need for food day? He moved his finger down the list. Under Taichi was Koushirou. Daisuke punched in the number and tapped his foot.

This time, Koushirou answered. "Hello?"

"Want to go to a restaurant with me, or are you busy?" Daisuke demanded.

"Uh...sure, I'll go."

"Good!" Daisuke almost slammed the phone down, but then pulled the phone up again.

"Where do you want to eat?" he asked in a normal voice.

"I don't know. McDonalds fine? I don't have much money right now."

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll be right over."

"Do you remember where I live?"

Daisuke paused, thinking, and then sighed. "Will you pick me up?"

"Yeah. I'll be over in a few minutes."

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Daisuke tapped his fingers on the tabletop as he bit into his burger. His fingers found the beat and matched it, and Daisuke nodded his head as he listened to the music. Koushirou had the other earphone in his ear, and was also bobbing his head a bit. They had the CD player on the table, playing a mixed CD. Right now, "Damnit" by Blink-182 was on.

Koushirou chomped on a french fry and swallowed.

"You know, Dai, you're the most diverse person I know, music-wise. You have almost everything."

Daisuke smirked and shrugged. "I try not to pick favorites."

"You seem to have everyone else's favorites, though."

Daisuke smiled. "I tend to take other people's favorite songs, put them all together, and compare them. I'll have an Eminem song for Ken, then a trance song for Takeru, then it'll turn into a KoRn song for Yamato, shift into a love song for Sora, mutate into an old rock song for Taichi, and I'll finish it off with a Deftones song for you."

"You have everyone all figured out, don't you?" Koushirou asked, smirking.

"Yeah," Daisuke replied, but looked down, dropping his smile as he did.

Koushirou had noticed something that had caught his attention. Daisuke hadn't mentioned a song for Kari.

"Hey, Dai, are you going to eat the rest of your fries?"

Daisuke waved his hand, indicating that Koushirou could have them. Koushirou reached over as "Heaven" by DJ Sammy vs. Yanou came out.

"Hey, a song for Takeru," he said.

Daisuke glanced up, looking at his CD player. He smiled gently. "Yeah. I love trance and techno."

"I know you do," Koushirou replied. He didn't mention how he had noticed Daisuke had begun loving the music after Takeru had taken him to his first rave, but before then, he had always called Takeru's music "crap that all sounds the same."

"Isn't there another Teen's Night coming up at the club you guys like?" Koushirou asked.

Daisuke perked up. "There sure is! I can't wait. I've been practicing my dancing. I'm going to outdance Takeru someday."

"Yeah, right. Takeru is the best dancer that I know." Koushirou laughed as Daisuke only grew more determined.

"Which is why I'm going to outdo him!"

"Of course." Koushirou sipped at his coke.

"I am."

"I believe you." Sip. Slurp. "We done yet?"

"Yeah, let's go."


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"It's about damn time we got our food!"

Takeru blushed and hid his face in his hands while the waitress stuttered an apology and slipped away. Ken growled to himself and gripped his hot dog. Ken was the only person Takeru knew that ordered things like hot dogs and ham sandwiches at restaurants. Takeru poked at his ravioli.

"Ken, don't make a scene."

"I'm not!"

Ken dodged the straw wrapper aimed at him and it bounced off of the back of the head of the man sitting in the next booth. Takeru gasped and ducked his head again, but the man didn't turn around. Ken looked at him and Takeru looked back at Ken, and then the two boys laughed into their hands.

"Okay, so if you could be any color you wanted to be, which color would you be? I would be amethyst, to match my eyes."

"I'd be cinnamon," Takeru replied, smiling dreamily. Ken rolled his eyes.

"Gee, I wonder whose eyes you're trying to match."

Takeru giggled and dodged the paper Ken threw at him. He straightened up and shoved a piece of ravioli into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, and then smiled.

"Hey, Ken...who do you like?"

"I like a lot of people."

"You know what I mean. Who do you like like?"

"I don't like like anybody."

"Liar."

Ken smirked and rested his chin on his hand. "Who would you guess I liked?"

"I don't know. You don't flirt with anybody."

"I can't flirt. It isn't in my abilities to flirt."

"Oh, anyone can flirt. You just have to be really friendly with someone."

"You never flirt with Daisuke," Ken accused him.

Takeru blushed and looked around, as if expecting one of their friends or the redhead himself to be sitting near enough to hear them. He looked at Ken, narrowing his eyes.

"There's a reason for that. If I flirted with Daisuke, he'd hit me."

"What if he hit on you?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Takeru laughed, drinking some of his coke.

Ken shrugged. "It could happen. I mean it, though, Takeru. If you really want this guy, you have to flirt with him. Get him interested. See if he's interested already."

Takeru thought to himself, sipping on his coke again. "I guess I could be more flirty. It isn't as if Dai would even notice. He's so thick sometimes I want to hit him over the head and scream at him."

"I know what you mean," Ken muttered, rolling his eyes. He couldn't believe Dai couldn't see the way Takeru looked at him all the time, with those big dreamy lovey-dovey eyes. "So, are you going to flirt?"

"I suppose I'll give it a try," Takeru mumbled.

Ken pumped his fist into the air. "Wahoo!"

"Ken, stop it! Honestly, don't you know how to act in a restaurant?"

His friend gave him an innocent look. "I have no idea what you're talking about Takeru. I'm a very polite person."

"Which you proved already with the waitress," Takeru added.

Ken narrowed his eyes. "Well, she never brought us our food."

Takeru sighed. They finished their food and asked for the check. They paid half-and-half and got out of the restaurant, laughing and talking.

Later, at home, as he was trying to drift off to sleep, Takeru remembered that Ken had avoided the subject of who he liked, and wondered if Ken was keeping a secret crush on someone hidden from him.

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A/N: Okay, let me see. In the next chapter, Takeru tries to flirt with Daisuke more. Later, I'll do the Teen Night at the "club" if you guys want me to. Also, we have Halloween coming up, which will be fun. Um, any suggestions on who Ken's crush could be? I'm undecided. Review this chapter, please?