Takeru's Secret
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show certainly wouldn't be classed as a children's show. I don't own Garbage, or any of their songs, but I would proudly admit if I did. Their songs rock!
Chapter 4: Feather-light Kisses
Daisuke picked up the phone trying to ignore his rapid heartbeat. He would call Hikari, and he would confess his actions.
He hadn't just kissed the pole-dancer last night - He'd fallen head-over- heels in love with her. It wasn't fair to Hikari if he didn't tell her.
His hands shook and he dropped the receiver, how was he supposed to tell Hikari he didn't love her? She'd been his first crush, his first love, and after Takeru, his best friend.
"Takeru," Daisuke whispered, his brown eyes lighting up as he thought of his best friend, "Of course!"
Hastily he picked up the handset and dialled his best friends number, tapping his fingers on the hard wood in front of him as he waited for the blond to pick up.
"Moshi moshi, Takaishi speaking."
"Take-chan, it's me Daisu, I need your help." Daisuke began desperately.
"Oh. Really?" Takeru asked, feeling the blood drain from his face, "What's the problem?"
"I cheated on Hikari." Daisuke said straight out.
"What?" Takeru asked partly in shock because he hadn't expected Daisuke to say it to him of all people, and partly because he wasn't supposed to know.
"I know Take, I'm a moron. But that's not the worst thing."
"Daisu?" Takeru questioned weakly. What could possibly be worse?
"I think I'm in love with her." Daisuke replied.
"Who, Hikari?" Takeru asked.
"No, 'Keru, she's a pole dancer, I think I really love her Take-chan." Daisuke cried mournfully.
"You... what!?!" Takeru asked in shock.
"Last night, she kissed me, it wasn't a proper kiss at first, and that was okay. I thought, 'oh she's pretty', you know? No big deal. But then we danced and then she was staring into my eyes, and it was like she knew me. Knew me better then Hikari knew me, it was like she knew me the way you know me Take. And when she kissed me it was like, there were fireworks, the whole deal. It wasn't anything like kissing Hikari. And I was turned on Take-chan, even more turned on then I was when Yama dressed up in Mimi's clothes for a joke." Daisuke snapped his mouth shut feeling the blood drain from his face then rush back into his cheeks, "I... I..."
"You were turned on by my brother?" Takeru asked in a strangled voice
"I..." Daisuke repeated, "It doesn't mean anything Take, I'm not gay, everyone says Matt looks like a girl, and with Taichi it was just-"
"Taichi?" Takeru exclaimed even more confused then before.
"I'm not gay Take-chan, I was just confused. I love Kari, she just doesn't turn me on, that's all. But 'Keru, she's beautiful, sweet, and hot. I'm not gay."
"Okay," Takeru replied his mind whirling. Daisuke had been attracted to other guys but was in denial. Daisuke was in love with 'Keru.
"Do you think I should tell Kari everything? Or just that I don't think we should be together? I don't think I'm in love with her Take, not really."
"Uh... maybe you should talk to 'Keru first, see if she feels the same?"
"I don't think she does... She told me she was faking it."
"Uh... try anyway, it couldn't hurt." Takeru replied, he needed to talk to Daisuke as 'Keru, tell him the truth. Or at least, some of the truth.
You're such a delicate boy
In the hysterical realm
"Thanks Takeru-chan, for listening. You know you're my best friend, right?" Daisuke asked softly, cherishing the ritual that kept him from examining his feelings for the delicate blond too closely.
"Yeah, right back at you Dai-chan." Takeru whispered, waiting for the click that meant Daisuke had hung up the phone. "You're my best friend, and I think I'm in love with you."
Daisuke's words had brought back every feeling he'd experienced last night. He needed to tell Daisuke that he felt the same, but not as Takeru. That kiss had been the most erotic, sensual, incredible experience of his life... but if repeating the kiss meant losing Daisuke...
Takeru let his head fall into his hands, mentally chastising himself, Daisuke had always been slightly closer to him then any of his other friends, but that kiss had changed the dynamics of their friendship.
"Next time I see you, will I want to kiss you again?" He asked aloud, "God Daisu, your feather-light kisses are driving me crazy. I don't want to lose you, but after that kiss, how can we just be friends?"
The empty room gave him no reply.
Of an emotional landslide
In physical terms
Daisuke grinned as he examined his reflection. He was going all out tonight to impress 'Keru. Low cut black jeans over combat boots. A silky red short sleeved shirt over a black singlet.
"I look good," He announced, hoping to boost his confidence.
Taking a deep breath he stepped out of his bathroom, picked up his keys and locked his apartment.
It was time to confess his feelings to 'Keru, find out if she felt the same, and then tell Hikari that he wasn't in love with her.
Daisuke raked a hand through his hair, and took another deep breath,
"Right. I can do this." He told himself.
A/N: *laughs* Okay next chapter will hopefully be the last, with the resolution and everything. Hah, I'm brilliant, I finally worked out how to end this.
God, my heads killing me, I wrote this with a migraine, but hey, it's pretty cool anyway, right?
Review please, cos I need reviews for inspiration!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show certainly wouldn't be classed as a children's show. I don't own Garbage, or any of their songs, but I would proudly admit if I did. Their songs rock!
Chapter 4: Feather-light Kisses
Daisuke picked up the phone trying to ignore his rapid heartbeat. He would call Hikari, and he would confess his actions.
He hadn't just kissed the pole-dancer last night - He'd fallen head-over- heels in love with her. It wasn't fair to Hikari if he didn't tell her.
His hands shook and he dropped the receiver, how was he supposed to tell Hikari he didn't love her? She'd been his first crush, his first love, and after Takeru, his best friend.
"Takeru," Daisuke whispered, his brown eyes lighting up as he thought of his best friend, "Of course!"
Hastily he picked up the handset and dialled his best friends number, tapping his fingers on the hard wood in front of him as he waited for the blond to pick up.
"Moshi moshi, Takaishi speaking."
"Take-chan, it's me Daisu, I need your help." Daisuke began desperately.
"Oh. Really?" Takeru asked, feeling the blood drain from his face, "What's the problem?"
"I cheated on Hikari." Daisuke said straight out.
"What?" Takeru asked partly in shock because he hadn't expected Daisuke to say it to him of all people, and partly because he wasn't supposed to know.
"I know Take, I'm a moron. But that's not the worst thing."
"Daisu?" Takeru questioned weakly. What could possibly be worse?
"I think I'm in love with her." Daisuke replied.
"Who, Hikari?" Takeru asked.
"No, 'Keru, she's a pole dancer, I think I really love her Take-chan." Daisuke cried mournfully.
"You... what!?!" Takeru asked in shock.
"Last night, she kissed me, it wasn't a proper kiss at first, and that was okay. I thought, 'oh she's pretty', you know? No big deal. But then we danced and then she was staring into my eyes, and it was like she knew me. Knew me better then Hikari knew me, it was like she knew me the way you know me Take. And when she kissed me it was like, there were fireworks, the whole deal. It wasn't anything like kissing Hikari. And I was turned on Take-chan, even more turned on then I was when Yama dressed up in Mimi's clothes for a joke." Daisuke snapped his mouth shut feeling the blood drain from his face then rush back into his cheeks, "I... I..."
"You were turned on by my brother?" Takeru asked in a strangled voice
"I..." Daisuke repeated, "It doesn't mean anything Take, I'm not gay, everyone says Matt looks like a girl, and with Taichi it was just-"
"Taichi?" Takeru exclaimed even more confused then before.
"I'm not gay Take-chan, I was just confused. I love Kari, she just doesn't turn me on, that's all. But 'Keru, she's beautiful, sweet, and hot. I'm not gay."
"Okay," Takeru replied his mind whirling. Daisuke had been attracted to other guys but was in denial. Daisuke was in love with 'Keru.
"Do you think I should tell Kari everything? Or just that I don't think we should be together? I don't think I'm in love with her Take, not really."
"Uh... maybe you should talk to 'Keru first, see if she feels the same?"
"I don't think she does... She told me she was faking it."
"Uh... try anyway, it couldn't hurt." Takeru replied, he needed to talk to Daisuke as 'Keru, tell him the truth. Or at least, some of the truth.
You're such a delicate boy
In the hysterical realm
"Thanks Takeru-chan, for listening. You know you're my best friend, right?" Daisuke asked softly, cherishing the ritual that kept him from examining his feelings for the delicate blond too closely.
"Yeah, right back at you Dai-chan." Takeru whispered, waiting for the click that meant Daisuke had hung up the phone. "You're my best friend, and I think I'm in love with you."
Daisuke's words had brought back every feeling he'd experienced last night. He needed to tell Daisuke that he felt the same, but not as Takeru. That kiss had been the most erotic, sensual, incredible experience of his life... but if repeating the kiss meant losing Daisuke...
Takeru let his head fall into his hands, mentally chastising himself, Daisuke had always been slightly closer to him then any of his other friends, but that kiss had changed the dynamics of their friendship.
"Next time I see you, will I want to kiss you again?" He asked aloud, "God Daisu, your feather-light kisses are driving me crazy. I don't want to lose you, but after that kiss, how can we just be friends?"
The empty room gave him no reply.
Of an emotional landslide
In physical terms
Daisuke grinned as he examined his reflection. He was going all out tonight to impress 'Keru. Low cut black jeans over combat boots. A silky red short sleeved shirt over a black singlet.
"I look good," He announced, hoping to boost his confidence.
Taking a deep breath he stepped out of his bathroom, picked up his keys and locked his apartment.
It was time to confess his feelings to 'Keru, find out if she felt the same, and then tell Hikari that he wasn't in love with her.
Daisuke raked a hand through his hair, and took another deep breath,
"Right. I can do this." He told himself.
A/N: *laughs* Okay next chapter will hopefully be the last, with the resolution and everything. Hah, I'm brilliant, I finally worked out how to end this.
God, my heads killing me, I wrote this with a migraine, but hey, it's pretty cool anyway, right?
Review please, cos I need reviews for inspiration!