This chapter is where all the problems develop, it wont be the most emotional chapter so you wont need tissues (sigh of relief) but be prepared to be sad, very sad. There's fluff, lots of blushing going on, angst and Ken in ^_^ boxers. I need more angst damn it!

Betrayal of The Heart By Angel of Evil

Chapter 3 Dilemma

A few hours passed by until Davis arrived at my home, it was 11:45, though I was too deep in thought and too busy to notice how late the other boy was.

When the doorbell actually rang I was still caught up with tidying my room. I'd only just finished the kitchen and living room and now was already out of time.

I glanced around me, my bedroom wasn't actually messy at all apart from the small pile of washed clothed I had taken out of the tumble drier. My room was always tidy and clean. I'd just wanted to make sure everything was looking it's best and things were all in place… and it seemed I'd achieved my aim.

Well almost.

Everything did look its best, except. Well me.

At least I had managed to shower before starting on my room, my hair still hadn't dried and I could smell the tropical sent heavily in the air. I'd need to go and buy a different shampoo when I have time. I hated how the current one smelt so saccharine.

The kitchen shelves were filled with popcorn, chocolate, cake and anything that was edible and sweet. Also a couple of sodas were placed on the kitchen counter top ready for when we got thirsty. I'd also rented out some movies over the internet, I had made sure I got the deal that if they were delivered over ten minutes they'd be free, especially so I'd receive them before Daisuke came, plus I didn't really have any time to drop by the movie renting store.

I'd placed the neat stack in front of the living room TV, they were mostly horror films since I know how fond Davis is of them, and one comedy Jackie Chan movie called 'Who am I?' which I'd watched with him numerous times now but still seemed to have as much fun as when we watched it for the first time. He always would attempt to mimic the actors moves, constantly falling over or breaking a near by object, normally a cherished nearby object. I guess it wasn't really the film I enjoyed. I even put extra cushions on the sofa and threw a couple on the floor just as a safety measure. In addition there were some video games by the PS2 in my bedroom, which included one of his favorites, ' Devil may cry'.

I had thought of more or less everything.

The sound of loud knocking on the front door and more ringing of the doorbell brought me back out of my thoughts.

Panicking I shoved my unfolded, washed clothes under the bed and anxiously made my way towards the front entrance.

There were a couple more impatient knocks.

"I'm coming!" I yelled almost there. I was so nervous, I wasn't quite sure why, but if I were naked I wouldn't have noticed.

I stopped at that thought.

What was I wearing?

I studied myself briefly. I… I had nothing on but my boxers…

Imbecile!

"Look Ken you invited me, you could at least have the decency to let your guest in!!!" A belligerent voice yelled from the door two foot in front of me. "Especially when it's like –18°c out here!"

Swearing and cursing under my breath I stepped forward and unlocked it but putting the latch on instead. I then opened the mahogany wood just ajar and peered through the gap keeping the rest of my form well hidden.

"Davis…"

He gave me a cheesy grin that only he could pull off and crossed his arms in attempt to look demanding.

"Who else were you expecting? And hey what's with the whole not letting me in thing?"

"Well… I'm sort of…"

"Hey you did ring me this morning right? Please tell me it I wasn't dreaming!"

I gave him a concerned look.

"You dream of getting phone calls from your friends..?" Davis frowned looking confused, thinking something over in his mind. I opened the door a minuscule wider. My eyes grew big in shock.

"Is that mascara Davis?"

"Ok, so… maybe it wasn't a dream!" he began rubbing furiously at his eyes and wiping all over his face.

"Look don't gouge your eyes out! Come in and tell me why- your wearing makeup," I instructed shuddering, "Though I'm not so sure I'm prepared to know."

Davis pulled a childish face at me. I discarded it; he had always been a small, immature child. I unlatched the door and began to allow him in, when I remembered.

The door slammed in his face promptly an outcry simultaneously erupting from the startled brunette.

I leaned with my back against the door.

"Hey I swear! I'm not a drag!"

I groaned.

"It's not about the- makeup…"

I started to blush, something I had been doing quite frequently now around Daisuke.

"Then dude what is it?" I froze a split second, and then took a deep breath in.

"I'm kind of naked," I stuttered embarrassed.

"You're what?!"

"Well, I've got boxers on…"

" Ok, then your not naked," he sighed, "So what's the problem? I'm a guy arn't I! Ya think I don't know what another guy looks like in boxers?"

"Huh?"

"That came out wrong didn't it?"

"I'll only take a minute, just wait there," I promised.

"I doubt I'll be going anywhere. Look you're a guy, I'm a guy! A very cooold guy."

Now I felt as if I was making something out of nothing.

"Yeah."

"I thought that made enough sense! Just let me in and you can go and hide some place and change. It's freezing out here!" He cried.

I sighed knocking my head back against the door. In defeat I muttered an agreement and slowly opened the door. I tried to avoid eye contact.

This was not an easy situation for me; I hated being seen topless so being nearly in the nude in front of company wasn't something I was too thrilled about.

Davis stepped in. His arms were still crossed but this time more in the effort to keep warm.

I felt the draft of the cold come in and immediately shoved the door shut. I could feel my body starting to shiver slightly. I took a quick glance to my side. It seemed attempting to be invisible by avoiding eye contact wasn't working too well.

"Quit gaping at me," I frowned also wrapping my arms around myself.

Davis smirked and quickly looked away.

"What, it's not every day I get to see your necked, hot body," he laughs.

I elbow him for making me feel ten times more the discomfort. He stops his laughter suddenly and gives me a little outburst.

"Hey what was that for?" He pouts.

"Davis, you're doing it again!" I cry feeling now so incredibly humiliated. Instead of grinning stupidly or making another cheesy comment as expected he gives me a serious expression.

"You better go and get changed."

I watch as his arms unfold and his right hand comes forward to stroke my hair.

I feel paralyzed.

"Your hair," he explains, "It's still wet. Don't want you catching something. "

I blink at him then come back to my senses.

"…I've been dressed like this for about hour an hour now, I doubt that getting you into the living room will make much difference." He shrugged at me.

"Yeah, but the thing is I know my way to the living room, so go get clothed!" I smile as I watch him show himself the way. The situation could have been a lot more awkward but I was now astoundingly relaxed after being seen nearly completely exposed by my friend, and considering that this friend was Davis made me even more stunned.

I didn't even like my parents catching me in a towel after a shower and had lately become so self conscious I wouldn't even go swimming any more.

A few minutes later and I joined Davis fully clothed in a thick, navy v-neck and straight fitting, black, comfy jeans. He looked up at me sprawled over the sofa lazily.

"Oh look your wearing clothes!" He joked.

"Oh look, you're a panda!" I sneered back in mock. He put himself in a more comfortable position then stared at me confused.

"Huh? Panda?" I laughed in response.

"I think you better go and take a look in the bathroom mirror, you can borrow my mother's makeup remover while your there."

He made another face at me before dragging himself off the snug sofa. He went to the bathroom down the hallway.

Davis later came back some short time later, makeup free, and jumped into the space next to me. He explained that after I had rang him he'd fallen back to sleep by the phone and when he woke up he was on his bed with lipstick all around his mouth and other gooey stuff he wasn't sure of and didn't want to think about. Jun by this time was nowhere to be found.

We laughed over it plenty, and other things, whilst watching one of the films. Though I'm still not sure which.

Later we got bored of watching the TV and decided to go to my room and muck around with some games and the computer, stuff like that.

Two hours had passed since then and now we were back to our original spot, resting on the sofa with another movie on, the only difference now was we'd gone through five packs of crisps, three chocolate bars and one bag of candy, well Davis anyway, I'd only started drinking my soda. We now had a large bowl of toffee popcorn between us.

I was pretty quiet at the present.

"You mad?"

"No!" I repeat for the hundredth time that morning. He move's closer making me feel very uptight. I can practically feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"You sure?" He persists hopefully.

"Could you stop breathing down my neck Davis," I snap in fake annoyance at the cinnamon haired one.

"Gomen nasai Ken," he blushes scarlet embarrassed, wiggles away to the other side of the sofa and seemingly begins to watch the TV once again.

I knew Davis was actually in fact watching me, yet strangely I wasn't the least bit affected or disturbed by this. In fact I enjoyed it. I liked his attention. I managed to relax myself a little.

I turned to my right to give the now sulking boy a small smile. He quickly turned away. Davis's face brightens back up in an instant.

"Have some more popcorn," I shove the huge blue, plastic bowl over to him.

He takes it and munches a handful down quickly. I wasn't surprised at all that he could still manage to eat so much. After that, he put the bowl down next to me.

"Why are you acting so strangely today Davis?"

He blushed again.

"I just don't want you to be angry at me for breaking your computer," he answered quietly and sincerely. I can't help but smile again at him.

"It's about that? I know you said you wanted to smash it up but…" I stop smiling, "look, you didn't break anything ok!"

I try to reassure him seeing now how strangely shy he had gotten, it was so unlike him, I was meant to be the shy one. "You simply deleted some of the main files and rearranged some major objects, which is why the computer didn't work when you tried to switch on again," putting it as simply as possible for him.

"Oh…" He says, obviously still not understanding.

"Don't worry over it, it's nothing I can't sort out later," I said rolling my eyes. "As I've told you over and over today, I'm not mad!"

He throws a single popcorn at my head, and then smiles innocently at me as if butter wouldn't melt.

"Just very irritated," then on cue he throws another.

Allowing that to pass I add, "and anyway it would make Izzy's day if I gave it to him to fix, he could update too, I really can't be bothered to do anything with the computer next week."

He scrunches his eyebrows at me, obviously untroubled and uninterested and throws a fistful at me.

"Blah, blah, blah! Say something interesting Ichijouji!"

"So when I talk to you is it always uninteresting?"

"Well yeah. that's why all I hear is 'blah blah blah'!"

"That's it!"

His face beams as he realizes what is about to happen.

I snatch the popcorn bowl out of his hands, he struggles not to let me, and popcorn spills everywhere. He began trying to push me off the sofa but I latch onto his arm.

We both end up on the floor with it all over our hair, faces and bodies.

Davis takes the empty bowl off his head and I laugh uncontrollably.

"Find it funny do you?"

"No…" I deny clearly about to crack up.

I struggle to suppress my laughter and remain apologetic.

"Liar!" He cries giving me a small shove.

Suddenly I just burst out into hysterics only managing to mutter 'Bake' at him. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much.

"That's it!" He starts grabbing popcorn randomly off anything he can see, including me, putting it in the bowl while I just roll about and hardly acknowledge his actions.

Suddenly I see a huge round object over my face and my laughter stops unexpectedly when hundreds of small popcorn pieces drop over my head.

"Haha! Now who's the baka?"

He continues to howl in laughter at me gripping his sides.

"You still are," I declare. Losing my temper I push him hard so he falls onto his back and begin to attack him with tickles.

The atmosphere around us was so cheery and warm. The room is filled with our laughs echoing throughout the house.

I manage to push a small piece into his protesting mouth. He swallows it, managing not to choke.

Suddenly I notice our positions have changed; he's the one in control now.

Catching me off guard, he had managed to pin me down, one knee by my side, the other in between my legs, elbow leaning on my chest, and two arms pressuring my shoulders down to the floor keeping me paralysed to move and leaving me helpless. Being so sensitive to touch being about to be tickled wasn't something I would react to very well, it was in fact something I regarded as torture.

"Ok, ok you win!" I cry in strong dispute, quickly excepting my defeat.

"Hmm…"

He doesn't seem satisfied. He wants to hear more.

"I'm the baka! Just don't, stop ok!" I beg.

"Glad we've got that straight," he says self-righteously.

"Me too."

He smirks and lets my shoulders free. Instead his arms fold and still he leans on my chest.

I sigh somewhat relieved.

He begins to say something then his mouth shuts unable to make out the words.

It's then I realize he's face to face with me, and I'm staring at him like a complete freak.

His playful expression disappears, and the rare serious look reappears, covering his face.

The mellow mood is gone and suddenly everything has a new perspective. Everything that happened becomes horribly tainted. I begin to feel very self-conscious once again.

Davis was half on top of me, our faces just a couple of inches away…

He unfolds his arms and lays his palms on either side of my shoulders and pushes himself somewhat away allowing some space. I feel him shifting his other knee next to the other by my side, his eyes never leaving mine.

Still silence.

Even now with him distanced from me I feel tense.

He's looking directly into my eyes. I wonder what he sees.

I can feel his warm breath again, this time on my lips.

I'd hoped we'd never be in this position with each other...

Davis moves closer again. I, unable to convey my discomfort, can only feel my body stiffening and becoming very rigid. I stop breathing.

I feel anxiety, awkwardness and pleasure all at the same time.

I can't move.

He's only centimeters away now, the safety of distance gone. I swallow uneasily.

He must have noticed the fear in my eyes because he turns his head away and quickly moves off me.

I groan inwardly in disappointment.

Automatically I move to steady myself and sit up.

Seemingly unable to look me in the eye he apologizes, "I'm… I'm s-so, sorry…" he manages. I watch as he gets up.

Without even turning back around he begins to walk away his head down.

I feel I should say something, but my mouth wont move to allow me to speak.

He just walks, each step leading him further and further from me.

Then he stops.

"I think I better go, I need to go and finish my homework and stuff," he stammers and all I can do is accept his lame excuse and watch his figure slowly leave the room.

As the front door slams shut I breath for the first time. Shock surfaces. I tightly shut my eyes.

He's gone.

I open them again, wide.

He just left your house.

And without even a glance...

What just happened?

Allowing my brain to stay dormant I stare in a trance at the living room door where I had last seen him. Just a dark hole in the wall.

I'm too caught up in the rapture and bizarreness of the moment to do anything. I listen as voices in the room argue with me.

Run, go after him, he can't have gotten that far.

I can't get the order to my brain. I'm just a limp motionless corpse. Numb. Nothing makes sense anymore.

You fool, go and tell him your sorry.

I knew now there was no point. Everything had changed forever with that short, single minute of time. The circumstances would never be the same. I would never be the same, ever again…

A single tear manages to depart my artic blue eye, and slithers down my cheek. My entire state of mind changes drastically. I feel so bitter, so hollow.

All I can picture in my mind are his intense chocolate brown eyes.

Had I lost him?

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A/N Oh, the tension! Aren't I truly evil? Yeah, Believe me I know it ^_~