Notes: Another chapter. Sorry it took so long. It's summer now, though, so the last few should be out a lot quicker. Finishing this story is number one on my list of priorities.

Anywho. Here's chapter 5. There is quite a bit of language as well as a tiny bit of sexual innuendo in this one so be warned. Also, before anyone says it I'm well aware that this fic has been somewhat Americanized (ex. the mention of Oprah in this part ^^), simply because I live in the States and have never been to Japan; therefore I feel more comfortable Americanizing these characters. Hope it doesn't bother anyone. ^_^;; So enjoy and don't forget to review.

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"Matt. Oh Maaatt. Wake up."

Davis sounds funny. Matt frowned and buried his face deeper into the pillow. It was still far too early to be woken up.

"Matt. C'mon, get up you lazy bastard. We have things to do today."

Lazy bastard…things to do today? Who the hell does he think he is? Matt growled and swatted in the general direction of Davis's voice. An array of giggles came from somewhere off to his left. "G'way."

"Matt," the voice purred into his ear. "You have to get up. My wife is going to be home any minute."

Matt was stuck with the sudden sensation that he was falling. He opened his eyes just as his nose smashed into the floor next to his bed. There were more giggles. "Now look here, Davis," he said with as much anger as possible - which wasn't much considering his voice was still heavy with sleep. He shoved himself up to a slouching position and prepared to glare at the devil child. "I don't appreciate…" He stopped as he came face-to-face with a pair of wide brown eyes. That most certainly were not Davis's. "Eek!" Matt scrambled backwards, hands reaching out blindly for anything that could defend him.

"Why, Matt, I love you too."

Pause. Blink, blink. Glare. "Taichi, I'm going to kill you."

"Hm. I can't wait." The big-haired teenager resituated himself on the bed and grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You know, that was the funniest thing that I've seen in a long time. Don't you agree, Davis?"

"Yes, quite."

Matt snapped around to scowl at the still-giggling boy behind him. "I don't see what is so funny. And Tai, wipe that shit-eating grin off your face before I kick your ass."

Said shit-eating grin only widened in response. "What's so funny is that Mr. Look-at-me-I'm so tough-Ishida was frightened by little ole me." Tai batted his eyes accordingly, sending Davis into a fit of laughter.

Matt ground his teeth together and prepared to stand up. Of course he only succeeded in slipping on a piece of paper and falling flat on his face, inducing another round of raucous laughter at his expense. His face flushed bright red, and he struggled to regain his sense of cool.

"Oh for goodness sake, Matt, you never could take a joke."

"Mm," he murmured, still plainly seething, as he rubbed his rug-burned palms gently against one another. "May I inquire as to what you're doing here, Tai, or would that be rude of me?"

"Well." Tai sat up and straightened his back, causing the bones to crack and Matt to wince. "It's pretty much common knowledge around us Chosen that you two are staying together for a week. And me, knowing you both as well as I do, thought to myself, 'They're going to kill each other'. So I decided to come over here for a day, bring my Playstation, and just hang out with you both."

Davis cheered at the word 'Playstation' and Matt groaned, thinking that the day was certainly going to suck. With a sigh, the blond stood and prepared to pick out an outfit for this horrible day of Playstation playing.

"Hey, Matt! Do you want to hear something really funny? Tai, tell him what you told me earlier. It's funny."

"Hey, Matt. Got a question for you. Do you use Windex on your pants?" Tai asked and continued without waiting for a response. "Cause I can see myself in them." He immediately cracked up. "Isn't that hilarious? I heard it the other day, and I just about died it was so funny."

"You just heard it?" Matt rolled his eyes and stumbled towards his closet. "That's got to be one of the oldest pick-up lines ever, Tai. Get a new one."

Tai mock-pouted and leaned back on the bed.

Davis giggled and leaned against the wall, watching Matt sift through his clothes. "Actually, Matt, you look very becoming in that shirt."

Matt froze and looked down at his feet, thinking to himself that it is just an old nightshirt but blushing deeply anyways. "Thank you," he mumbled, doing his best not to look up and meet Davis's eye.

"Yeah," the younger boy continued. "Of course I suppose that if I were on you, I'd be coming too." He quickly turned on his heels and made a break for it, shouting something about hooking the Playstation up and leaving Tai in hysterics and Matt in shock.

"That was a good one," Tai managed, laughing heavily and beginning to cough from it. "My goodness, that was good. I'm gonna have to write that down."

Matt glowered at the boy on his bed. "You're corrupting him. I think that he'd be a nice normal kid if he'd never met you."

"Yeah, but then he'd be no fun at all." Tai let himself calm down before he rolled onto his stomach and smirked at his best friend. "I guess you two aren't really as close to killing each other as I thought, hm?"

"No we're not." Pause. Matt furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you grinning at me like that?"

"You guys are sleeping in the same bed."

"Yes we are. So what? Oh no. Don't tell me you're thinking what I think you're thinking. You and I have slept in the same bed before, Tai. Hell, we still killed each other. Why are you still looking at me like that?"

"Yes but you and him both…drive a stick shift. Unless in the course of the last few weeks something big has happened that I should know about." Tai cocked his head to the side and proceeded to give him the previously declared 'shit-eating grin'.

"Tai, contrary to what you may believe, just because two gay males sleep in the same bed together, that does not mean that they are having sex so don't start."

"No, it doesn't. However, when two gay males who happen to be sleeping in the same bed together look at each other like that, then that means that sex is in the future."

Matt scoffed at him. "Looked at each other like how? I wasn't aware that we looked at each other at all."

"That's my point. You didn't look at him. You never like to look at the guy that you like because you're afraid of being caught. He, on the other hand, didn't take his eyes off of you. You should have seen him when you were asleep. Lovesick puppy, I'm telling you."

"You're imagining things."

Tai exhaled slowly, but he failed to lose the mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Mm hm. Right. Well I predict that by the end of this week, you two will be sleeping together. As in, sleeping together."

"In case you haven't noticed, Tai, that's only two more nights. I don't think so."

"Whatever." Tai waved his hand dismissively. "Mark my words. Sometime in the next two nights I guarantee that he will have fucked you so hard that you won't be able to walk in the morning."

"Whatever, Tai, whatever. Don't hold your breath."

But Tai only grinned and leaned his head on his hand, looking disturbingly enough like a cat who has just caught the canary. Matt glowered at him and told himself that he was most certainly not thinking about the mental image Tai had conjured up. Davis above him, holding him close, panting in his ear, groaning against his lips.

No, not thinking about it at all.

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"How can you play this? It's quite possibly the most violent thing I've ever seen before."

Tai frowned at the television screen, not even bothering to glance at Matt. "Violent? In what way?" The character on the game let out a sudden 'arg!' and promptly keeled over.

"Well I don't know, Tai. You just disemboweled that guy," Matt replied, rolling his eyes. "I could be wrong, but I think that constitutes as violence."

"Me," Davis corrected dryly. "He just disemboweled me."

Blink, blink. "Um…can he do that?"

"Yes, Matt," they chorused exasperatedly.

"That's the whole purpose of the game: to kill each other."

"Oh. Lovely. I do so love it when teenagers today engage in nice educational activities. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

Tai attempted to sigh but the effect was lost through his gritted teeth and sudden battle cry. It took several minutes before he had recomposed himself and was able to give a coherent response. "I'm not even going to comment on your warm and fuzzy feelings, except to offer my sincere condolences." He paused to fire two grenades and then continued. "But seriously, you can learn a lot from games like this."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Like strategy and patience and responsibility and-"

"And how to effectively blow a person's head off," Davis interrupted just as one of his rockets bypassed Tai entirely. He swore under his breath.

Matt was tempted to smile but managed to refrain. "Yes. I can see how that can be useful in the future."

"Of course!"

"It's actually very therapeutic," Tai said thoughtfully. "You wanna try? You can take over for me if you want."

"That's quite all right," the blond muttered looking unimpressed. "I'll pass."

"C'mon, Matt. You'll be playing Davis, for God's sake. You're practically guaranteed to win!"

There was a vague growl from Davis's direction.

"No thank you," Matt replied, completely monotone, and proceeded to glare forcefully at the grunting and bloody two figures moving swiftly on the screen. "I am personally against all video games, Tai. You know that."

"Oh yes. I remember now. You're an artist."

"Yes I am."

Tai nodded, looking perfectly unfazed. "Of course. Of course. The starving artist. Mr. Cool. Spends all his time writing stupid 'meaningful' songs and pretending like he can actually play the guitar. Wouldn't know true fun if it bit him in the ass. Of course. I understand."

Matt visibly bristled but refused to respond, knowing full well that he'd somehow manage to dig himself deeper and end up playing against his will.

Davis sighed loudly and paused the game, prompting a sudden cry of surprise from Tai. He swiveled his body around and fixed Matt with a (frighteningly) adorable pout. "Please Matt. I want to play with you."

Tai snickered and was promptly silenced by a scowl from both parties. He muttered something about 'fucking prudish assholes' and resumed staring at the paused screen.

"Please?" Davis repeated, forcing his bottom lip to quiver for effect.

Matt's resolve quickly vanished, as everyone present knew that it would, and he fought a groan as he sat down between the two brunettes. Tai gleefully handed over his controller and sat back to watch the - what he imagined would be - entertaining scene, quietly humming "Matt and Davis sitting in a tree…" so that only Matt could hear. Said blond ignored him and eyed the gray controller dubiously.

"How the hell do I work this thing?"

Davis sighed.

Tai burst into laughter.

Matt glared and presented the controller, with special emphasis on the flexibility of the cord, threateningly.

Silence reigned.

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"DIE, EVIL SON OF A BITCH!!"

Loud explosions quickly followed. Tai erupted into another round of laughter and tears of mirth flowed freely down his face.

"Matt…that was just a crate."

"Your guy could have been hiding in it. I wouldn't put it past you, Davis."

"My guy couldn't have fit in that crate. Hell, my guy's hand couldn't have fit into that crate."

"Well it's not my fault you chose a fucking giant to be your guy. You should have chosen someone of reasonable size like I did. Then you would be able to hide in good spots like that crate."

"You just blew that crate to smithereens, Matt. Why would I want to be able to hide in it now?"

"I don't know, Davis. Sometimes you're really stupid."

Tai snorted and attempted to hold in the impending snickers but failed miserably, letting out a loud and sudden guffaw.

"You guys are mean," Davis whined as he fumbled with the controller, trying to switch guns. And not doing very well, I might add. "Hey, didn't I have a rocket launcher a few seconds ago? Where'd it go?"

Matt snickered wickedly. Tai rolled his eyes.

"Matt, you bastard! You took my gun, didn't you? Son of a bitch!"

"I did no such thing. I don't even think that's possible, stealing someone else's gun!"

"You lie. You took it. I don't know how you did it but you took it. I know you did! You were just pretending that you'd never played this before, weren't you? When really, you rent it every weekend and memorize all the strategies and cheat codes just so that when you played me you could steal my rocket launcher! Didn't you? I knew it!"

"Shut up, Davis! Why the hell would I lie? Even more importantly, why would I want a rocket launcher? Stupid piece of crap gun can't do anything."

Davis gasped and dropped the controller. "You. Take. That. Back."

"No." Matt folded his arms over his chest. "Piece of crap. Piece of crap," he sang mockingly.

"You little-"

Davis prepared to dive at the blond but was suddenly halted as Tai grabbed his shoulder and sat him back down.

"Davis, sometimes I swear…He didn't steal your gun."

There was a long pause. "He didn't?"

"No." Tai sniggered again. "You died. You always lose your gun when you die. You should know that by now, after we've been playing for so long."

Davis gasped and began to sputter indignantly. "No. But…but I…I didn't…he hasn't even touched me yet this round."

"No he hasn't," Tai agreed dryly, his lips quirked upwards. "You simply nose-dived into the damn lava ten minutes ago, remember?"

"Oh." Pause. Blink, blink. "Oh yeah. I remember." Davis narrowed his eyes into the air. "The lava. I still don't see how they think it's fair to put lava in this level. You can't even see it until you're in it!"

"No," Matt said in a falsely sympathetic voice. "You just can't see the blindingly bright lava that practically lights up the walls, until you're right in it. I know. It's so unfair."

"Dammit, Matt!"

"Oh please," Tai interrupted with a mock-exasperated sigh. "I swear you two are starting to act like you're married." He giggled inwardly as Davis flushed and Matt looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Just play the game and stop arguing."

"Fine," they both said quickly and continued about their merry way.

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Crash. Boom. Bam.

"MWAHAHAHA!!"

"What the hell are you shooting at?"

"I'll find you some day, Davis. Just you watch me. I know you're hiding from me, but you can't hide forever! MWAHA!"

"Matt, you are entirely too involved in this game. I think maybe you need to calm down."

"Your mom needs to calm down," Matt exclaimed as he fired another round of bullets at an unsuspecting gasoline tank that promptly exploded.

Davis rolled his eyes and focused on keeping his guy as far away from Matt's guy as possible. Which was fairly hard considering all the rooms looked the same and he couldn't distinguish exactly where Matt was at that moment.

"Just to think," Tai mused as various sounds of explosions filled the room. "That not very long ago this man was making fun of us for playing video games, even go so far as to say that he was personally against playing them. Now look at him."

Davis made a sound of agreement, and Matt let out an angry hoot.

"Shooting a door won't open it, Blondie. You have to open it with your hand."

He mumbled something resembling 'thank you' and the door slid open. "AHA! I found you! Told you that you couldn't hide from me!" Matt giggled gleefully and began firing his machine gun wildly.

Davis squeaked, nearly falling over as he struggled to regain control of his guy on screen who had begun to weave around the room much like a chicken with its head cut off.

"Hey! What are you doing? Where are you going?" Matt exclaimed as his target suddenly fled down the nearest hallway at top speed. "Get back here, dammit, and fight like a man!"

"I would rather be a woman than have you get all trigger-happy with me. Now you get yourself some nice tranquilizers and chill out for a bit. Then we'll talk."

Matt smirked and began chasing after him, continuing to shoot nearly everything in sight at least twice. "Wussy man," he declared. "I'm gonna write a song about you. It's gonna go…Daaaavis is a wussy man. Daviiiis, the wussy man. Wussy maaan. Bah doh doh doh." He struck a chord on his air guitar before resuming his hunt.

Tai collapsed and pounded his fists on the floor as he laughed hysterically, occasionally pausing to cough and wheeze. "Jesus, Matt, why weren't you ever like this when I came over before?" he muttered when he had finally calmed down. Which was approximately ten minutes later.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Matt asked, turning away from the television to give his friend a confused look. Davis took advantage of the brief distraction and hightailed it to the other side of the factory, far away from Matt.

"You were always boring back then. There was never anything to do. And you were always trying to get me to play Candyland, even though you didn't want me to know that's what you were trying to do." Matt blushed heavily, but Tai continued. "I never liked coming to your house. I always had more fun at mine. Well, except for that one time when your dad took us both driving when we were 15. That was-" He stopped suddenly and stared thoughtfully at the air in front of him.

"What?" Matt said worriedly, knowing that look all too well. It was usually not a particularly good thing.

Davis turned around and gave Tai a puzzled look. "Are you okay?" Tai suddenly shifted his gaze to the brunette and smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Davis, how old are you again?"

"I'm 14," he answered, giving Tai a suspicious look. "Why?"

"Just curious. Because 14 is fairly close to 15, only a year away." He gave Matt a wide grin. "Because, you know-"

"Oh no!" Matt said, waving his hands violently. "I don't think so, not at all. You are not taking Davis driving in my car. Over my dead body."

"We could take my car."

"Not while he is staying at my apartment."

"Oh, why not?" Davis pouted, chucking his controller and turning toward the two older boys. "C'mon, Matt. It'll be fun."

Tai was quick to agree. "Yeah really. C'mon, don't be such a party-pooper. You never know. It could be just like the video game, and you like that. Maybe you'll like this."

"I don't think so."

"Maaatt," Davis whined adorably, throwing a playful arm around him and scooting closer, studiously ignoring the amused sound that came from Tai's throat. "Pleeeeaaase?"

Matt glared down at the younger boy, who in response snuggled even closer and nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"Please?"

Tai made kissy faces, and Matt sighed in defeat.

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"AAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Davis, kindly straighten out the wheel. We're on a straight road; you don't need to turn anywhere."

"YES! Straighten out the damn wheel! Thank you, that's much STAY ON THE FUCKING ROAD!!!!!"

Davis whimpered helplessly and struggled to regain control of the vehicle. "I'm sorry," he said pitifully. "I've never done this before, you know."

"Yes, Davis," Tai chirped, calm and patient. "I know. Matt, you really need to take a pill and chill for a little bit. You're way too uptight about this whole thing. We all have to learn to drive somewhere. I'm sure that not even-"

"UPTIGHT?! He's going to KILL us! Don't you understand that, you big-haired scruffy-looking pile of dog-"

"Language," Tai chastised, cutting him off. He smiled encouragingly and reached over to touch his young admirer lightly on the shoulder. "Ignore him, Davis. You're doing good for your first time. Why I remember my first time driving a car. I got the brake and the accelerator mixed up-"

"How the hell do you get them mixed up?" Matt interrupted, still gripping handle above the door tightly enough that his fingers were turning white.

"Shut up, Matt."

"What happened?" asked Davis, sounding incredibly overwhelmed by the experience. Which he probably should be. The car swerved abruptly, producing a sharp 'eep' from the backseat and a faint noise of frightened apology from Davis.

"Not much actually. Just a little accident." Tai continued to appear perfectly calm and unaffected by the near-visit into the ditch.

"You went through the window at the bank, Tai. Just a bit more than a 'little accident' I think," Matt said dryly.

"Shut UP, Matt!"

"You went through the window at the bank?"

"Yes," Tai answered, sounding fairly unimpressed.

"That was you?! I remember hearing that some kid did that, but I didn't know it was you!" Davis giggled and the car slid over the yellow lines that separated the lanes. Tai reached over and swiftly guided him back to his lane, opting not to comment.

"Tai, he's only been driving for an hour or so. Do you really think that he's ready to be driving in two-lane traffic yet?" Matt asked, spotting a curve ahead and closing his eyes tightly as Davis moved the steering wheel accordingly and managed to just barely end up where he was supposed to be.

"Of course. Why wouldn't he be?" Tai waved his hand dismissively. "Just chill for a bit, Matt. He's my little apprentice, not yours, and I feel that he is ready for this."

"Well excuse me, Darth Sideous, I didn't realize. Carry on."

Tai turned around to give his friend a bewildered glance. "Darth who?" Davis nodded and made an inquisitive sound as he squinted at something a few feet in front of him.

Matt sighed and rubbed his aching head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything." He cursed whoever cared to listen for giving him friends that had never even heard of Star Wars. He couldn't imagine how anyone could live without it. Then again, he was cultured and his friends obviously…weren't. With a resounding sigh, he glanced up and was greeted by the sight of Davis running off the road yet again. "Look out for the mailbox," he squealed just as the car nearly missed hitting it head on.

"Now don't worry about that. That was my fault," Tai announced, nodding like an old man Matt had seen once on Oprah. "I forgot to mention, Davis, that our job right now isn't to deliver mail." He cackled loudly and slapped his knee, plainly pleased by his own joke, while the other two just gave him a horrified look before ignoring him entirely.

"Um…Tai?" Davis asked after a long ten minute silence. "There's a truck coming up right behind us."

The wild-haired teen nodded again, practically glowing with happiness. "Very good. You're getting observant. That's a good quality for a driver to possess. See, Matt? He's not going to be so bad." There was a mumble from the backseat.

"Yes," Davis continued impatiently. "But…but he looks really pissed." As if to prove his point, a horn sounded from behind them, causing all three teens to jump.

"Yeah well, that's probably because you're going two miles under the speed limit," Tai said simply, bringing his hand up to his mouth to take a large chunk out of his nail and spit it to the floor, causing Matt to glare in disgust.

"Can't he just pass me?"

"Not on this hill he can't. At least, not if he has a brain. Just speed up. Everyone speeds these days."

"Tai!" Matt chastised. "Don't listen to him, Davis. Speed kills. It is better to be safe than sorry. Make the son of a bitch suffer." Said son of a bitch honked his horn even louder. Matt growled, rolled down his window, and stuck his hand out the window.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving him the peace sign."

"Um. You're kind of missing a finger there, Matt. I think that's like half a peace sign."

"Oh. Silly me," Matt muttered sardonically and added his thumb for emphasis before returning his hand to the inside of the car and rolling the window back up.

"Wahoo!" Tai shouted, clapping proudly. "You go, boy! Way to just flip that guy off! You rock. You're the man."

"I think you intimidated him."

The truck had backed off several feet and ceased its horn-honking, much to everyone's surprise and happiness. Matt nodded haughtily and blew on his finger as though it were the barrel of a gun. "Why yes. Yes, I am the man."

"Yeah, you are," Davis agreed, slowing down so that he could smile sweetly at Matt in the mirror.

"Okay, lovebirds, let's head back home. I'm starved, and I think you've had enough practice for the night."

Matt blushed bright red and kicked the back of Tai's chair, inwardly swearing homicide on big-haired, scruffy-looking piles of dog shit. Davis merely widened his grin and winked at Matt before returning his gaze to the road.

* * * * *

"Admit it, Matt. You had fun today."

"Mm."

"Oh for goodness sake, don't start this. I'm not leaving until you admit that you had fun." Tai folded his arms and leaned against the door jam.

Matt glowered at him and mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that, Blondie? I didn't quite catch that. Maybe if you spoke up and enunciated, then I could understand you."

Davis threw his arm around Matt's shoulder, causing the blond to sigh and shoot Tai a warning glance. "I said, 'I had fun today'. Are you happy now?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you. And I'm glad you had fun."

"Can you leave now?" Matt grumbled, although both brunettes heard the joking tone his voice held.

Tai rolled his eyes. "Yes I can leave now. God, I do something nice for you, and you can't wait to get rid of me. Ungrateful kids. Back in my day we had respect for our elders."

"Back in your day, huh?" Davis echoed with a teasing smile.

"Yes, back in my day. Got a problem with that, kid?"

"No, sir."

"That's what I thought." Tai lifted his Playstation and nodded at both of the boys. "I'll see you both later. Maybe we could get together again sometime." He opened the door and paused. "Oh and don't forget, Matt. Just two nights." Chuckling at the glare he received in response, he headed out the door. "Bye, guys."

They both waved lazily and mumbled a response.

Davis turned to Matt looking vaguely puzzled. "What exactly did he mean, 'Just two nights'?"

Matt tried his hardest not to blush and was halfway successful. "I don't know," he lied through his teeth. "I think this morning he said something about doing something or other in two nights. I don't really remember." He was most certainly not going to admit that Tai had predicted the two of them would be…yeah…in two nights.

"Mm." Davis pressed his lips together and shrugged. "Whatever. Tai is weird sometimes." His tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

"Yeah, he is," Matt muttered, telling himself that he was not thinking about the things that tongue could probably do. Not at all. Although he couldn't help wondering what that tongue would taste like.