A/N: The part you've all been waiting for...yes, it's here. This chapter is the official start to the real Takesuke! Woooh, yay, and all that junk. This one is all Teen Night and what happens at the club. It's longer than the other chapters, I hope you'll like that.
Have you all read energy's A Redhead's Wish? It's soooo good. If you haven't read it already, what's wrong with you? Go read it after you read this! O.o'
Oh, and read any of wormmonsoul's stories. They're all so very good. You must update His dance! x.x' Anyways, I think I'm done with the plug-ins here...so, go ahead, read on!
Teen Night
"Are you almost ready yet?" The blonde asked impatiently.
"Wait a second. Let me put my stuff on." Daisuke hurried to open his drawer and pull out his black jewelry box. He grabbed an assortment of beaded bracelets, the bracelets with water and glitter inside of them, and the bike chain bracelet he always wore on his right hand. He remembered to also throw on his watch, looked up, and grabbed the goggles from where they hung on a corner of the mirror.
He grabbed his favorite silver chain with a dragon pendant with ruby eyes, pulled it on over his head and turned to Takeru.
"How do I look?"
"Stunning," Takeru told him, and grabbed his arm. "Now let's please go. Yamato will beat our heads in if we take any longer."
Daisuke followed him out and heard the familiar scraping of his baggy dark green jeans scraping against the floor as he played with the drawstrings on his black hoodie and whistled a tune. He stopped whistling and reached out to stop the door from smacking him in the face as Takeru impatiently yanked it open, stepped out, and shut it behind himself. He turned to lock it, but Takeru reached back, grabbed a hold of his hood, and yanked him towards the car.
They climbed in and Ken smirked at them. "You've emerged alive. I congratulate you."
Daisuke shrugged. "I guess." He crossed his legs up on the seat and was promptly thrown against the window as Yamato swerved when backing out of the driveway. "Ow. That hurt."
The music was automatically turned up. Koushirou turned to raise an eyebrow at Daisuke from where he sat in the front seat on Taichi's other side (Taichi was in the middle of Yamato and Koushirou).
"You alive back there?"
"Oh, yeah, I get concussions every day. I'm used to it. I also enjoy getting my brains removed through my nose."
"Good," Koushirou answered, and Daisuke figured that Koushirou probably hadn't heard him correctly over the music.
They zoomed off in the direction of the club. Daisuke wondered to himself if Koushirou was going to spin tonight. He had volunteered to try it out at the last Teen Night party, having taken classes (what classes hadn't Koushirou taken in the course of his life?), and they had told him he could go back and try it again whenever he wished. He hoped that Koushirou would, because the older boy sometimes threw in their own personal favorite songs and announced over the microphone that it was dedicated to them.
(A/N: I have this mental image of Koushirou spinning at the turntables with one headphone pressed to his ear and calling himself something like "DJ Prodigious" or something. Don't ask.)
Soon, they had arrived. Ken had an odd feeling that the strobe lights could cause seizures and imagined to himself for a while one of the ravers dropping to the floor and twitching, but then he shook it off. No, nothing that exciting would probably happen tonight. Tonight was just another ordinary night at the clubs, right?
They found a table that was relatively close to the dance floor, so they could go from there to the dance floor easily, and without having to wiggle around too many people, and they sat down.
"Do you all want to get drinks first or get out there and dance?" Taichi asked them.
"I want a drink," Ken said.
"Forget that, I'm dancing," Daisuke said.
"I'll do whatever you want to do," Yamato said, even though he knew well what Taichi wanted to do, and it wasn't dancing or getting drinks.
"I'm going to go see who's spinning and see if I can get an hour in," Koushirou said.
"Good. Play our songs. The ones that are on the CD we all burned for you," Takeru told him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Koushirou said, waving his hand, and slid out of the booth to wander up the stairs to the DJ's turntable. At the top of the stairs, the DJ that was currently spinning turned to greet Koushirou and talk to him.
Takeru turned to Daisuke, who grinned at him. Takeru knew Daisuke had been practicing his dance moves, and that he wanted to outdance him tonight.
'I'll show him dancing,' Takeru thought gleefully, and they both simultaneously hopped out of their seats and headed towards the dance floor.
Ken sighed and dropped his head down onto the table so hard that Yamato and Taichi both jumped and stared at him before asking him if he needed a head examination or a doctor.
Ken lifted his head again and blinked at them. "I'm only here because they made me come."
"Who knows, Ken? Maybe you'll get lucky tonight." Taichi winked. Yamato poked him and reminded his boyfriend that Ken was only fifteen.
"So what? We were only fourteen when we-"
Yamato promptly covered Taichi's mouth and so his words were muffled. Yamato glared at his boyfriend and then shot Ken a 'mention-this-to-anyone-and-I'll-kill-you-no-offense' look. Ken shrugged.
"I didn't hear anything."
"Of course you didn't."
Yamato slowly uncovered Taichi's mouth. "Anyways, what my boyfriend here was trying to say was maybe you'll meet someone you like here and they'll ask you to dance."
"Yeah, right. The one I want to dance with is dancing. With someone else. Who they will be dancing with all night, I'm sure."
"Is he the only one you want to dance with?"
Ken blinked. "Well, yeah, pretty much. I mean, if anyone else asked me to dance, I probably would, but he's the only one I really want to dance with right now."
"Hmm. What drink do you want?"
"Pina cola-"
"What nonalcoholic drink do you want?"
"Oh. I'll have a Dr. Pepper."
"Okay. Dr. Pepper, Sprite, and a Coke." Yamato reached into his pocket to make sure he had his wallet and then slid out of the booth to go to the bar. Taichi began tapping his fingers on the table to the fast beat of the music.
Ken stared at the brunette's fingers for awhile, sighed, and slumped down in his chair, leaning his head back. Tonight was going to be a very long night.
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His hands flowed in a smooth motion that the eye couldn't follow easily at first. They never quite touched, but they danced around each other so quickly that you would think they were touching. Adding feet movement, hopping about a bit, and then getting down on the floor and kicking his legs out in a sort of breakdance-style, Takeru couldn't think of anything else he'd rather do at the moment than what he was doing.
He knew the pair of eyes were watching his every move. He knew he was being sized up, all around him, and he couldn't help but glance towards his watcher. Cinnamon eyes lit up in a sort of competitive flicker and he managed to smile at him long enough to ensure that the redhead had received the smile.
Daisuke had improved greatly from their last visit to the club, Takeru hated to admit. Now, listening to "Is This Love" by Terra Skye, Takeru watched as Daisuke made his way towards him, until they were dancing in front of each other, staring each other down as if daring the other to take it a step farther.
Takeru wasn't sure when Daisuke had started being so competitive in his dancing, but it interested him how he'd chosen something this artistic to compete with him over, instead of something not as deep or emotional, like sports.
Takeru moved even closer to Daisuke, so that they were dancing with each other now instead of in front of each other, and they began copying each other's moves, so that it seemed they had rehearsed together before the way they were going to dance. The bodies all pressed together on the dance floor generated heat that made Takeru want to grab Daisuke and try the dancing that he'd seen in that movie called "Dirty Dancing", but he wasn't sure if Daisuke would be down with that. In fact, he doubted it, but he still liked to imagine it when he was alone in his room or in the middle of a boring classroom lecture. Takeru reminded himself about where he was at the moment and didn't let his thoughts carry him away, concentrating instead on what was going on with his body now, making sure not to mess up and step on Daisuke's feet or anything.
Pretty soon, the song finished and Daisuke nearly fell over onto the floor, instead choosing to collapse against Takeru's arm and motion towards the bar in what could only mean, "Want to get a drink?"
Takeru nodded and they made their way out of the groups of people to the bar. He ordered for both of them, knowing that both Daisuke and Taichi were Sprite fiends, and handed the redhead his Sprite, sipping on his own Coke.
"Say it," Daisuke told him.
Takeru grinned and looked away. "Nope."
"Say it."
"Nah."
"Come on, say it."
Takeru grinned and turned to Daisuke, yet looked over his shoulder.
"Okay, you've gotten a lot better. You're a very good dancer."
"Hell, yes, I've gotten better," the redhead responded in typical Daisuke fashion.
"You still couldn't keep up with me, though," Takeru told him matter-of-factly. Daisuke grinned and looked at Takeru.
"Yeah, you're big shit because you can dance well. Sure."
"Well, I am," Takeru said, sipping at his Coke again and walking towards their table to rest for a bit.
Daisuke collapsed beside him on the seat. He took a deep breath, looked up, and saw that Ken had his head down on the table and seemed to be arguing with Yamato about something.
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do, Ken. Just admit it. I've already figured it out."
Ken sighed and lifted his head to rest it on his arms. He didn't know how, but in the past half hour, Yamato had been able to get out of him that he had a crush on Takeru. Yamato was trying to get Ken to admit that he had a much minor crush on someone else as well, that was now building, what with Takeru being preoccupied with his own little (or huge) crush. Ken's words did have some truth to them. He didn't really have a crush on anyone, but his eyes had been wandering to a certain boy they knew lately.
"He does what?" Daisuke asked Yamato.
Yamato shook his head and his hands at Daisuke, as if saying, "Don't ask."
Daisuke shrugged and leaned back against his seat, looking around. "Where's Taichi?"
"Up there with Koushirou, trying to learn how all those controls work," Yamato said, pointing towards the DJ booth up above them.
"Is Koushirou spinning?"
"He has been since that Terra Skye song," Yamato told him.
Takeru had guessed that it was Koushirou. Koushirou had introduced him to that song the week before and liked to sing it out loud to himself when he thought no one could hear him.
Daisuke turned in his seat and poked Takeru. Takeru leaned over so he could hear him.
"Let's go to the bathroom. There's no way I'm going alone in this club."
Takeru nodded and they got out of the booth to go to the restrooms. They had only been there once before, but they remembered where they were and took the path of least resistance to get there. They went in and Takeru leant back against one of the sinks, and then hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of it. Daisuke went to the restroom (Takeru couldn't see because of the stall, and he willed himself not to look around that), and then came back to wet his hands and run them through his hair. He checked himself out in the mirror. Daisuke had rolled his long sleeves up to get his hands wet, and Takeru noticed something he had never noticed before because Daisuke always wore long-sleeved shirts.
"Hey, what's that scratch from?" he asked, pointing at a long scratch on Daisuke's arm.
Daisuke froze and slowly glanced towards the scratch. He winced and turned around to face Takeru fully, forcing a smirk.
"Soccer practice. Duh."
"It isn't soccer season."
"We still practice, just for fun."
"You don't get scratches on your arm from soccer."
Daisuke sighed. "What are you implying? That I scratch myself?"
"You said it, not me."
"Well, I don't. Really, Takeru, I don't scratch myself."
Takeru raised an eyebrow. "Then who scratches you?"
Daisuke sighed and ran a hand through his hair again. "Look, just forget about it. No one scratched me. I meant to say that I got scratched doing something else, I really don't remember what."
Takeru gave him a look and Daisuke added, "Really."
Takeru sighed and shrugged. "I guess." He slid off of the sink and walked towards the bathroom entrance, and Daisuke sighed to himself in relief. Takeru had made a mental note to question him further later, but he really didn't feel like finding out in the bathroom at a club.
They went back to their table. Back at the table, they found that no one was present. Takeru guessed that they were all dancing, and watched as Daisuke shrugged, muttered, "Their loss", and began drinking someone else's drink, since his hand run out.
Takeru mentally entertained the fact that he had Daisuke alone and wondered if he should try the flirting thing again. He slid closer to Daisuke until their legs and arms were brushing against each other and he innocently sipped his drink. Daisuke glanced at him and raised an eyebrow slightly, but he didn't move away.
Takeru turned to look at him and smiled. "What?"
"This seat is large enough for the two of us to sit comfortably, you know."
"Is this uncomfortable for you?"
"Sort of," Daisuke admitted.
Takeru moved away slightly, but he moved his leg farther away so that it was still touching Daisuke's. Daisuke sighed and shrugged it off, tilting his head back so that the ice in the drink would slide into his mouth. He began eating the ice, crunching it in his mouth, and looked around the dance floor for sign of Taichi, Yamato, or Ken.
He spotted Taichi and Yamato dancing with each other a little ways off. They were dancing very close together and very intimately, from the looks of it. He couldn't quite tell whose legs were whose. Daisuke watched, slightly entranced, as Yamato danced, his hips moving gracefully against Taichi's, his blonde hair, now sweaty, flying through the air as Yamato shook it back out of his face, and the way his body moved. Daisuke quickly looked down at the table, where he was gripping his cup, or at least the cup of whoever it belonged to.
Takeru noticed the death-grip on the cup and glanced up questioningly at Daisuke, but the redhead wouldn't meet his eyes. Takeru moved closer to him again and, in Daisuke's ear, asked, "Why don't you tell me about those scratches now?"
Daisuke automatically moved away from him, looking slightly panicked, and Takeru's eyes took on a shade of concern.
"What's wrong?"
Daisuke stared at the tabletop, breathing slightly heavier than usual, and slowly forced himself to meet Takeru's deep blue eyes.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I can't trust you that much."
Takeru moved even closer to him. "You can tell me anything, Daisuke. I will never judge you for anything. We're best friends, right? We can tell each other anything. You can trust me never to tell a soul."
Takeru's eyes looked so comforting and safe to Daisuke that he almost blurted it out right then and there, but Daisuke knew he couldn't. Not there.
"Let's get some fresh air," Daisuke said suddenly, and tilted his head to one of the exit doors. Takeru nodded slowly, and followed the redhead out of the seat and out the exit door.
They stood out in the cool, fresh air, leaning against a railing, staring at the moon. Daisuke tried to calm his nervous breathing.
"I've never told anyone this. Not a soul. I've always been so scared of someone finding out."
Takeru turned to Daisuke, a pleading look on his face. "Daisuke, I care for you so much. You wouldn't believe. I really need to know, Dai. I need to know what's bothering you."
Daisuke turned and found that Takeru was standing right in front of him, staring deeply into his eyes. Daisuke almost turned away from the intimacy, but he wanted to know everything that Takeru went through once he knew the truth, from his reaction to the way his eyes looked.
"Sometimes, Jun comes home pissed off, and she likes to take it out on me," Daisuke whispered slowly.
Takeru's eyes clouded in confusion. Jun? He would have expected Daisuke scratching himself, being bullied, or his father hitting him...but Jun, his sister?
"She's a girl, so she doesn't hit me. If she does it doesn't hurt much. She grows her nails out really long...and she grabs me. She scratches me until I bleed, and then she's satisfied and goes away. I don't know why she does it, but she has, for quite a while now. I don't fight back because..." Daisuke trailed off, realizing that he'd been talking very quickly and Takeru may not have understood. He looked at Takeru again to see how he was taking it. Takeru's eyes looked sad. Incredibly sad. Daisuke felt a pang of guilt for making Takeru look that sad.
"I had no idea," Takeru managed. He moved forward and circled Daisuke in his arms. Daisuke was slightly surprised by the hug, but then he felt such warmth and comfort that he pressed his head against Takeru's shoulder and shut his eyes hard. He felt his body sort of collapse into Takeru's and he felt a tear slide down his cheek.
Takeru stared hard at the floor, rubbing small circles over Daisuke's back, his mind racing as he took in all that had been revealed in the past minute or two. He let Daisuke stay on his shoulder until the redhead pulled back, composed again, and wiped his eyes. Daisuke sniffled and smiled sheepishly at Takeru, blushing slightly.
"I probably look like such a wimp right now. Crying over how my sister hurts me..."
"No. If Yamato hit me, I wouldn't have the guts to hit him back, either."
"But Yamato could kick anybody's ass..."
Takeru laughed slightly. "If it helps any, Dai, Jun is very scary sometimes. She scares even Yamato."
Daisuke smiled slightly. "Well, I guess that's true." He stopped smiling and took an uncertain step towards Takeru.
"Take," he began, "now that you know my secret, I'm going to have to place a lot more trust in you. You have to understand you've bound yourself to me by letting me tell you. I have to know that you'll be there for me when I need you."
Takeru reached out and took Daisuke's hands in his own. "Dai, I'll always be there for you. You just give me a call and I'll meet you anywhere and tell you everything is going to be okay."
Daisuke knew it was a very emotional moment, and he tried not to destroy it. "Well, you're stuck with me now," he joked lightly, smiling.
Takeru smiled back. "I was sort of stuck with you before."
Daisuke shrugged, looking away, and then down at the floor. "If you betray my trust..."
"I won't. I promise."
Daisuke nodded at the floor, wiped his face again, and tilted his head back, sighing.
"Since we're revealing things to each other," Takeru began, feeling this was the right moment.
Daisuke turned to look at him.
"I've been hiding something from you, too."
Daisuke waited for him to talk. When he didn't, Daisuke said, "Go ahead. Shoot."
Takeru looked at the floor, and then slowly up at Daisuke, blushing. "I uh...I've been hiding my feelings from you for a while now. I mean, I've been hiding how I truly feel about you."
Daisuke's eyes widened slightly. Takeru went on, faster than before, "And I just want to tell you that I really, really like you."
"More than a friend?" Daisuke asked uncertainly.
Takeru nodded slowly. Daisuke looked away, biting his lip hard.
"That's why you've been so friendly lately. That night, in the car, when you put your head on my shoulder. You were flirting, weren't you?"
Takeru nodded slowly. Daisuke smiled a little.
"I thought so." Daisuke stopped smiling. "But...what about Ken?"
Takeru felt a little confused then. "What about Ken?"
"I thought he liked you."
"Well, he does," Takeru responded, trying to figure out how Daisuke could have known that, and guessing Ken had told him before.
"I thought you liked him back. That's why I never..." Daisuke trailed off, uncertain, searching Takeru's eyes.
"What?" Takeru asked incredulously. "You thought I liked Ken?"
"Well, didn't you?"
Takeru shook his head. "No, I never liked Ken in that way."
"Oh." Daisuke blinked. "But then why were you two always together? You were always out together doing something. I thought you guys were secretly going out or something."
Takeru laughed. "No, no, see, I told Ken that I liked you and he offered to help me out. When we went out somewhere, it was always to talk about that and to help me figure out a way to tell you." He paused, smiling. "We never suggested it happening this way, though."
"Ken was helping you get me?" Daisuke asked, blinking. "Why would he do that?"
"Something about how I'm his friend before his crush," Takeru said, waving it off. "What were you saying before, about you thought I liked Ken, and that's why you never...something?"
Daisuke blushed madly and looked to the side. "Uh...oh, that. That? That was nothing. Sort of."
"Dai," Takeru said, raising an eyebrow, "I've already confessed to liking you, so if you like me back, you can say it and I won't react in the negative."
"Oh yeah," Daisuke said, blushing even more.
"So you do like me back?" Takeru asked hopefully.
"Uh," Daisuke said. He blinked. He smiled and laughed at himself a little, rubbing the back of his neck.
Takeru raised an eyebrow at him again and looked so adorable doing it that Daisuke smiled. He took a step forward and gently pressed his lips to Takeru's.
When he pulled back, Takeru stared at him awhile before realizing that Daisuke had just kissed him.
Takeru suddenly grinned widely, looking around in amazement and laughing a little. He pumped his fist in the air. "Yes!"
Daisuke laughed and held his arms out as Takeru ran into them. They swung from side to side for a while, hugging each other tightly and running their fingers through each other's hair.
"Oh, man," Takeru whispered. "This has been an amazing night."
"Yeah," Daisuke agreed, his eyes sparkling slightly.
Takeru pulled back and gently kissed Daisuke again. He pulled back shyly and smiled slightly, blushing. Daisuke laughed.
"Daisuke Motomiya, will you be my sweet Baboo?" Takeru asked, grinning like a maniac.
Daisuke fought the urge to burst out laughing, grinning crazily back. "Yes, I will."
"Great," Takeru said, his voice breaking into a laugh.
He slid his hands into Daisuke and motion towards the club with a tilt of his head. "Shall we?"
"Let's shall," Daisuke answered. Takeru, in his completely jovial state, missed the grammar error and led Daisuke back into the club, holding his hand and beaming.
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"So I don't have a chance with him. Not at all. He's in love, whether he knows it or not. I'm sure he thinks it's just a crush...but...I see otherwise."
The boy sighed, and the one standing next to him rubbed his back in comfort.
"I'm sorry. Hey, believe it or not, I know how you feel."
Ken glanced up at Koushirou, an eyebrow raised. "You do?"
Koushirou nodded slightly, smiling. "I liked Taichi before he started dating Yamato."
Ken's eyes widened. "You did?"
"Yup. But I found out he was head over heels for Yama...and that crush quickly went away. You'll get over it, I promise."
"Yeah, I know I will, but it's taking too long to get over it," Ken replied, pouting.
Koushirou chuckled and smiled at the younger boy. "Don't worry about it. Concentrate on something else. Look around, maybe you'll find out that you like someone else, but didn't realize it before."
Just then, someone walked up to the DJ platform and informed Koushirou that his hour was up.
"Thanks for letting me do this again," Koushirou said. The other guy nodded and smiled, and then moved around them to mess with the controls, getting ready for his own shift.
Koushirou looked at Ken again, smiling. "Come on, let's go back to the table and see what the others are up too."
"Okay," Ken said, sighing, and followed the older boy down the stairs.
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Daisuke and Takeru plopped down on the seat, smiling brightly. Taichi and Yamato raised their eyebrows and looked at each other.
Takeru giggled and put his hand up on top of the table. It was hard not to notice the hand that Takeru's hand was holding and gently rubbing with his thumb.
The older boys got the message and smiled brightly at them.
"Congratulations!" they chimed.
The two younger boys burst out into happy giggling, and they managed a "thank you."
"I thought you guys would never get together," Taichi said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, we have, so...there," Daisuke said, lifting his drink and sipping from it.
"Isn't that my cup?" Yamato asked him.
Daisuke paused and looked down at the cup. He looked up at Yamato and smiled innocently. Yamato glared at him and snatched it away, looked into it, and saw that it was empty. He sighed and threw the cup back over his shoulder, not caring where it landed.
"Never mind."
Ken and Koushirou got there then and slid into the booth next to each other. They noticed the hands intertwined together and smiled.
"I see you two finally got together," Ken said, trying his best to keep his smile genuine.
"Yeah, we did. And I have to thank you for helping me, Ken," Takeru said, hugging him. Ken hugged back shortly and pulled away again, the same smile still on his face.
Takeru, Daisuke, Taichi, and Yamato then began to talk about things that couples talk about and Ken looked down at the tabletop and sighed.
He felt a hand slide over his and gently run his thumb over the back of his hand and he looked up at Koushirou. Koushirou smiled at him in reassurance, and Ken smiled back, blushing slightly.
"Thank you," he mouthed.
"You're welcome," Koushirou mouthed back.
Koushirou kept his hand resting on Ken's and then turned to listen to the conversation that the other four were having.
The music beat to their heartbeats and they all danced another song, Taichi with Yamato, Takeru with Daisuke, and Koushirou with Ken, until they found they were tired from the very long night and decided to go home.
On the way home, Takeru and Daisuke slept in each other's arms against a car window, Ken and Koushirou talked in low voices about this and that, and Taichi and Yamato softly sang along to the classic love song that was playing on the radio.
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A/N: This isn't the last chapter, even if it seems like it. Oh, no, no, no, there's still more to come. Things are going to get angstier when Daisuke reveals another secret to Takeru, and Ken and Koushirou try to help each other heal, while Taichi and Yamato are stuck talking with each of their younger counterparts, trying to find out what the hell's going on. Review, please! ^-^'