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!
A/N: Okay, this should be the last chapter, unless I write an epilogue. Actually I think I will write an epilogue. So yeah. I should be doing my maths homework, but like I understand year 12 pure maths *rolls her eyes* So I'm doing this instead.
Chapter 5: Second Chance
Daisuke stepped into the club, looking around for 'Keru, refusing to admit failure. His sexy pole dancer had to be here, because he had to tell her how he felt, and prove once and for all that he was not in love with Yamato or Taichi, and definitely not in love with Takeru. He was straight goddamnit, and he was head-over-heels in love with 'Keru, the one girl who'd been able to look into his eyes, and know exactly who he was. Besides, her lips were sweet and soft and oh so kissable.
A flash of gold hair caught his eye and he turned to see 'Keru, her bright sun-kissed golden hair framing that lovely heart-shaped face like a halo, her azure blue eyes, so familiar to him, caught his own so brazenly. Her slender undeniably arousing body, her pale gold-tinged white skin, and her luscious lips seemed to beckon him.
"'Keru." He greeted, "I... I need to tell you something."
"I... What?" The girl asked hesitantly, her eyes huge and filled with the incredibly desperate hope he was used to seeing in the eyes of his best friend. He faltered for a moment, almost drowning in the familiar eyes.
"I... 'Keru-chan, I think, I mean, I know that I... Ai shiteru 'Keru-chan"
The pale face flushed with colour and the girl stared at her feet, "Dai- ch... Daisuke, I think there's something you should know. I'm not a girl."
Daisuke's face filled with confusion, "What? I... I don't understand."
"I'm not a girl Daisuke-kun, I'm a boy. A cross-dresser."
"You're a what?!" Daisuke asked incredulously, trying to keep himself from falling to pieces.
//You hold a candle in your heart
You shine the light on hidden parts//
"I'm a cross-dresser. I'm a boy, but..." Takeru's face flushed very pink, "I... I do like you."
"Then..." Daisuke stared down at his hands, feeling confusion whirling around his head, he was in love with 'Keru. 'Keru was a boy. Did that mean he was gay? And if he was gay why did he like Kari? Did he like Kari? If he did then why was it that the idea of her brother making out with Yamato turned him on more then Kari stripping off naked? He blinked in shock, "...I'm gay?"
"I..." The blond blushed, "Are you?"
"I... Yes. I think so."
"Dai... Daisuke, I, there's something else I need to tell you."
"What?"
"I... Dai-chan, it's me, Takeru."
Daisuke's face drained of colour. Takeru stared at him in worried shock.
"But... It can't be you. You can't be him. Take-chan isn't gay, he's beautiful and soft, and he's my best friend. I love him more then anything. He can't be you. Well he could. Takeru?"
"Do you hate me Dai-chan? I didn't mean to fall in love with you, it was just, when you looked at me, I... no one's ever looked at me like that before. You thought I was pretty, and I wanted so much for you to look at me like that again."
//You make the whole world wanna dance
You bought yourself a second chance//
"You lied to me. You're supposed to be my best friend and you lied to me!"
"I'm sorry, Dai-chan, I love you, I don't care if you don't want to be with me, just don't hate me. I couldn't live if you hated me. Please... forgive me."
Daisuke turned and met the azure eyes of his best friend, losing himself in their depths.
"I forgive you Takeru. Ai shiteru."
Takeru smiled softly, "Care to dance, koibito?"
"What do I do?" Daisuke asked with a smile, "I'm not a brilliant dancer."
"Follow my lead."
Daisuke smiled, meeting the lips of his best friend in a tender kiss, drinking in the unique cherry taste that was Takeru.
Takeru pulled back first, his cheeks flushed, as he stared at Daisuke in shock.
"You really... you think I'm pretty?"
"I think you're more than pretty. I love you Takeru."
"I love you too."
A/N: And now that's done. Just got the Epilogue to go. Please don't ask me what possessed me to write this, I have an essay due tomorrow and I think I'm just procrastinating. Oh well, enjoy the fluffiness. Almost finished this pointless very short fluffy Takeru-crossdressing fic. Hehe.
Review Please?
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!
A/N: Okay, this should be the last chapter, unless I write an epilogue. Actually I think I will write an epilogue. So yeah. I should be doing my maths homework, but like I understand year 12 pure maths *rolls her eyes* So I'm doing this instead.
Chapter 5: Second Chance
Daisuke stepped into the club, looking around for 'Keru, refusing to admit failure. His sexy pole dancer had to be here, because he had to tell her how he felt, and prove once and for all that he was not in love with Yamato or Taichi, and definitely not in love with Takeru. He was straight goddamnit, and he was head-over-heels in love with 'Keru, the one girl who'd been able to look into his eyes, and know exactly who he was. Besides, her lips were sweet and soft and oh so kissable.
A flash of gold hair caught his eye and he turned to see 'Keru, her bright sun-kissed golden hair framing that lovely heart-shaped face like a halo, her azure blue eyes, so familiar to him, caught his own so brazenly. Her slender undeniably arousing body, her pale gold-tinged white skin, and her luscious lips seemed to beckon him.
"'Keru." He greeted, "I... I need to tell you something."
"I... What?" The girl asked hesitantly, her eyes huge and filled with the incredibly desperate hope he was used to seeing in the eyes of his best friend. He faltered for a moment, almost drowning in the familiar eyes.
"I... 'Keru-chan, I think, I mean, I know that I... Ai shiteru 'Keru-chan"
The pale face flushed with colour and the girl stared at her feet, "Dai- ch... Daisuke, I think there's something you should know. I'm not a girl."
Daisuke's face filled with confusion, "What? I... I don't understand."
"I'm not a girl Daisuke-kun, I'm a boy. A cross-dresser."
"You're a what?!" Daisuke asked incredulously, trying to keep himself from falling to pieces.
//You hold a candle in your heart
You shine the light on hidden parts//
"I'm a cross-dresser. I'm a boy, but..." Takeru's face flushed very pink, "I... I do like you."
"Then..." Daisuke stared down at his hands, feeling confusion whirling around his head, he was in love with 'Keru. 'Keru was a boy. Did that mean he was gay? And if he was gay why did he like Kari? Did he like Kari? If he did then why was it that the idea of her brother making out with Yamato turned him on more then Kari stripping off naked? He blinked in shock, "...I'm gay?"
"I..." The blond blushed, "Are you?"
"I... Yes. I think so."
"Dai... Daisuke, I, there's something else I need to tell you."
"What?"
"I... Dai-chan, it's me, Takeru."
Daisuke's face drained of colour. Takeru stared at him in worried shock.
"But... It can't be you. You can't be him. Take-chan isn't gay, he's beautiful and soft, and he's my best friend. I love him more then anything. He can't be you. Well he could. Takeru?"
"Do you hate me Dai-chan? I didn't mean to fall in love with you, it was just, when you looked at me, I... no one's ever looked at me like that before. You thought I was pretty, and I wanted so much for you to look at me like that again."
//You make the whole world wanna dance
You bought yourself a second chance//
"You lied to me. You're supposed to be my best friend and you lied to me!"
"I'm sorry, Dai-chan, I love you, I don't care if you don't want to be with me, just don't hate me. I couldn't live if you hated me. Please... forgive me."
Daisuke turned and met the azure eyes of his best friend, losing himself in their depths.
"I forgive you Takeru. Ai shiteru."
Takeru smiled softly, "Care to dance, koibito?"
"What do I do?" Daisuke asked with a smile, "I'm not a brilliant dancer."
"Follow my lead."
Daisuke smiled, meeting the lips of his best friend in a tender kiss, drinking in the unique cherry taste that was Takeru.
Takeru pulled back first, his cheeks flushed, as he stared at Daisuke in shock.
"You really... you think I'm pretty?"
"I think you're more than pretty. I love you Takeru."
"I love you too."
A/N: And now that's done. Just got the Epilogue to go. Please don't ask me what possessed me to write this, I have an essay due tomorrow and I think I'm just procrastinating. Oh well, enjoy the fluffiness. Almost finished this pointless very short fluffy Takeru-crossdressing fic. Hehe.
Review Please?