Author's Note: I wouldn't really say this is my absolute first Digimon fic, because it's not. I have a strange history with the TV show, both the Japanese and English version. In fact-- I was the biggest fan in the world, and then got hypnotized by a certain movie… and never watched the show again. But, I'm back to grace you with my presence! Don't ya just love me?! (people can be seen fleeing) …I see how you stay…

Unnecessary Disclaimer: I don't know why I even bother with this stuff. I mean, you know I don't own Digimon or anything closely affiliated with it. So why must I bother saying it so many times?

MINOR notes: I'm using the Japanese names. Why? Because I can. I'm also mixing in a few of the 02 characters, for reference and maybe some references to other characters. Why? Because I can. Also, because if I just used plain Frontier people, Izumi would have no friends that were girls. Odd, isn't it? So… I think that's about all you have to know-- OH! This is a Takumi fic, btw. It ends up that way, no matter what you seem to think. It's also slightly AU. They're in high school. I don't know where they live, but I used Odaiba because it was the first thing within reach =) And… I made up Takuya's family for the fun of it.

BTW, the 3 dots-- … --in italics, mean there's a flashback. Just… heed them. Thanks.

It Might Be You
Chapter 6
Right Place, Wrong Time

His head was cloudy. He couldn't think straight. Was this an outcome from slight unconsciousness, he thought. He looked around. Everything seemed blurry and out of focus for some reason. This was his bed, but it felt strange. This… was his house, right?

That's probably what it was. His shirt was off. The window was open. It was breezy. Wait… when the hell did I take my… shirt off? He tried to think. But it was useless to try. He sat up. His head was no longer cloudy, now it just hurt. He couldn't remember much from the previous night. It was a shame too-- he might be able to find out what was wrong with him. He could only remember falling asleep very late in the night… good thing today was Saturday. Or was it? He looked off at the clock. It was 7:00. If it was a school day, his mom would be running around the house singing her wake-up song. If it wasn't, at 7:10, she'd just be knocking on his door.

He waited. But as he waited, and as he regained his senses, he noticed someone lying beside him. It was probably Tayumi-- she did that sometimes. But only when there was a thunderstorm and only if Takeyo wasn't home. There was no thunderstorm. Takeyo was home. …wait a second. …Tayumi doesn't have blonde hair.

Izumi was still asleep. She sighed and pulled more of the comforter over herself, and went back to dozing off. Takuya did happen to notice, however, that she was only wearing a bra… from what he could see.

Which was a lot.

He screamed.

****

"Oh God," he sat up quickly, as the screaming in his head ceased completely. He looked around. He was in his room, and it was morning. He'd just woken up too. So that was a dream then? His hand instantly met his shirt, and was even more relieved. Everything was soon beginning to piece together. He dreamt that he and Izumi had been in bed together… how did he ever think of something like that?

He lay back down as slow as ever and tried to close his eyes. It was hard, though. Because he noticed indistinct humming coming from beside him. It was "that bonnie song" as he remembered it. Something about an ocean.

And then, when he finally regained his senses, he wondered why a strange exotic female voice would be humming him "that bonnie song". …don't tell me. He reluctantly and very slowly turned to see Izumi lying beside him, filing her nails. She was humming. Unluckily or luckily for him, she was wearing clothes this time as per his dream. He continued to stare at her for awhile, without speaking. He figured she hadn't noticed he was awake. He also figured he was going crazy, more than usual. Because he began to get strange thoughts about her. Thoughts he'd never actually thought of before. But it scared him. Why didn't he think of her as a bothersome child anymore? Was it because she was more reachable than when she was with Koji? Either that or another reason he thought of in the back of his ingenious mind. He noticed that lately she'd been giving up time with her boyfriend or other friends or family, for that matter, just to be with him… and it bothered him because it was a sudden change from the "can-I-talk-to-you?" persona she always had. It was like she throwing herself at him in any possible way… but why? Maybe this did have something to do with the Bat-2-C… or so he'd like to believe.

"Hm hm hm hm hm the sea… hm hm hm hm hm hm ocean… hm hm hm hm hm to me…" she continued to hum, mercilessly slaughtering the song. "I really should learn lyrics…" she added, reminding herself.

"Yeah, you should," he answered, tiredly.

She jumped a little and turned to look at him, shocked. "…oh, um… hi." She began, slowly. "I didn't know you were awake yet."

"…okay." He began, slowly, sitting up. Neither of them spoke for awhile. Takuya did have an odd idea that maybe Izumi had the same dream as him… That's not important, he told himself.

"Did you sleep okay?" Izumi asked, in a concerned tone. Obviously, that wasn't the first thing Takuya wanted to hear. He looked at her with piercing eyes, but didn't speak. "…well, what?" she asked, not getting it. "It is a simple question, you know."

She was right. So why was he freaking out so much? "Hmm," he knew why, of course. "…do you remember anything from yesterday… at all?" Obviously, that wasn't what Izumi was expecting to hear him say. She looked at him with piercing eyes, but didn't speak. "…well, what?" he asked, not getting it. "It doesn't require that much thought… or does it?" he added, hastily.

"It's bothering me," she said, suddenly. "You know, have you gotten the idea lately that I'm probably… just… needing something?"

"…um…"

"Not like that," she sighed. "Like attention or something like that. If you haven't noticed, I'm practically almost throwing myself at you and you wouldn't even know it."

"…no, I pretty much got that." He nodded, matter-of-factly.

"And it doesn't bother you?"

"…well, even if it did, and if I told you to go away… it wouldn't work, so I have no right to complain." He sighed. "Or so I'd like to believe."

"Okay," she nodded. Neither of them spoke for awhile. Basically, just not knowing what to say. It was hard to think of a conversation when you just woke up and someone else is lying beside you and supposedly had been lying beside you for a longer time than you thought…

"You know what has been bothering me?" Takuya began, very out of context. "I think you probably have this… unnecessary attachment to me just because of Koji."

"Attachment?" Izumi asked, sort of offended. "Whad'dyou mean? You mean the fact I sorta stayed over at your house because I fell asleep and was too tired to walk back home?"

"That's bullshit-- it was 7 in the evening…"

"…oh shut up." She stated. "You're not angry, you're just faking being angry because you need something to bitch about." She smiled. "I'm used to it, go ahead. I'll sit here for hours and after you're done telling me about how much your life sucks or odd suspicions, then I'll bitch about how much my life sucks and how much I hate "the bastard" and "the bastard's girlfriend"."

"…more than usual?" he asked, deliberately. She scowled at him.

"I am so sick of talking to you." She said, stubbornly crossing her arms, and turning away from him.

"Really?" he asked, smiling. "I'm sick of talking to you too. You should've told me sooner-- we would've had something in common." Izumi almost screamed.

"Some guys are so annoying," she mumbled. "Or maybe it's just you."

"Yeah, it's just me." He told her, nodding.

"I can't believe I actually slept with you…" she groaned, tiredly.

"What?!" screams could be heard outside. And cries too, for that matter. Takuya and Izumi looked at the door, a little confused at first.

"Shh! Megumi, calm down!" Tayumi could be heard hushing her bawling friend.

"…I'm gonna die." Takuya sighed.

******

Megumi sat in Tayumi's pajamas crying and crying. Tayumi was beside her, still in her sleep shirt. Neither of them would bother to tell anyone why Megumi was crying her eyes out. Reiko didn't find it that interesting, but offered to bake Megumi a cake before she left. It appeared Megumi stayed over for the night too.

"I can't believe Izumi Orimoto stayed over at my house overnight!" Tayumi grinned, swinging back and forth in her sleep-shirt on the sofa. She said it quietly, though because Izumi was on her cell phone around a seat away, but they were sure she could hear. "Megumi, this is gonna be the biggest gossip issue ever and I will be the most popular grade 9 student in the history of the world!" she squealed, laughing to herself. Takuya looked at her strangely, but said nothing. He continued flipping channels.

Megumi sniffed, and wiped her eyes on a tissue Reiko had given her. "I thought he liked me." She whispered, hoarsely. "I thought we would be together forever… and ever."

"Megumi, just chill." Tayumi sighed. "There will be others… more in reach… more your age…"

"God, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!" Megumi mumbled over and over again as she glanced over at Izumi, who was redialing a number on her phone. "She just had to take away my boyfriend…" Tayumi said nothing.

This day is seriously not going well… he looked around, noticing Takeyo wasn't there stalking Izumi. …wonder where he went… Luckily for him, in the middle of ponder-ment, the doorbell rang at that exact second. Takuya sighed, and got up to get the door.

Takuya pried open the door, and saw Ken standing there with a soccer ball in his hands. "You forgot." was the first thing that he said.

"Oh crap."

"You forgot the practice. How could you forget the practice?" he asked, twirling the soccer ball in his fingers.

"I was… um, feeling a bit wrong and I didn't wake up until… really… later." He told him. Ken wasn't buying it. "Seriously, I woke up and I was about to get ready but I saw it was almost… um, 12 or whatever and I stayed home because remember the practices are at 9. Remember?"

"Right," Ken nodded. "Just remember it's not my problem if you miss the practice. Coach is pissed."

"He always is."

"But now he really is." He said. "He thinks you're either too lazy to show up. That's what he first thought. But when we reminded him that you were unconscious for awhile, he started to loosen up. He told me to tell you that if you miss another practice, he doesn't care how unconscious you are, you're off the team."

"That sucks."

"…well, you gotta call first."

"Oh yeah," he sighed.

"Takuya, who's that?" Tayumi called, wandering over with Megumi close behind. She almost screamed. "Ah! It's Ken! And I'm not dressed!" she scurried around the corner and hid by the wall.

"…my sister is… um… a little off." Takuya said, slowly. "…I'll see you guys at the park, though, at 1 or something. …yeah."

"…okay." Ken sighed, edging away from the door. "…by the way, what time did you go to bed? Your eyes are all… screwed up."

He didn't answer for awhile, feeling the truth wasn't needed. Whether she liked it or not, he wasn't really planning on telling anyone about whatever happened with him and Izumi. In his eyes, it never did happen. "…bye Ichijouji." Takuya said, after awhile, before shutting the door in his face and turning back to the TV. On the way, he passed his sister who was telling herself over and over again "I can't believe he saw me in my sleep shirt!". Takuya ignored her.

*****

"Bye, Mrs. Kanbara, thanks a lot," Izumi waved, just as she headed out the door, still grasping her cell phone. Reiko waved back to her, and so did Tenji. Megumi and Tayumi were still talking-- Tayumi paused to wave fervently, though-- and Takuya was gone. He left around 15 minutes beforehand to head to the park. He said he needed to talk to "some people", and that was it. Reiko wouldn't let Izumi leave just yet. She wanted to ask her about her nutrition plan, and if she needed any help picking food substitutions.

Izumi shut the door behind her, and sighed. She should've just listened to Takuya when he said that his parents were a little odd, and going to his house wouldn't be the best idea. Her cell phone began to ring as soon as she reached the elevator. She pressed the button, and then clicked on her phone, "Hey. Who's this?"

"It's Hikari. I told you I was gonna call you back, remember?" she said, factually.

"So what's going on exactly?" Izumi began, getting in the elevator.

"Something major, obviously. How could you not tell me, your best friend, that you were over at Takuya's house last night?"

"…what?" Izumi's voice fell. She instantly grew cold and felt like she would faint, or just fall over at the most. How could she know…? "…w-what? What are you… how did you… what?"

Hikari sighed, "Well, when I was at the park this morning with Daisuke, he told me-"

"Why were you with Daisuke at the park?"

"…when I was at the park this morning with Daisuke," she began, ignoring Izumi's comment, deftly. "He told me, after much persuasion and bribing, that Takuya said he was thinking about you-- a lot. And he didn't know why. Motive number one, if I might add."

"What are you-"

"Shush. And then next," Hikari continued. "One of my friend's cousin's sister's friend's cousin's told her cousin's friend's sister's cousin's friend told me…" she paused to take a quick breath. "…that she saw you and Takuya go up to his apartment later in the night. Plus, Daisuke said that he asked JP who asked Ken who asked Takeru who asked Ryo who asked Koji if he met up with you last night, and Koji told Ryo told Takeru told Ken told JP told Daisuke that he never saw you…" she smiled. "I guess your little plan is working, huh?"

Izumi was shocked. Extremely shocked. All the information was too much. Hikari was still on the line, and asked "Izumi? You still there?" a few times, but Izumi couldn't find the words to say "yeah". "…Hikari," she managed to begin. "…did you say that Takuya was thinking about me yesterday?"

"Sure," she told her as if it was nothing big. "Part of your whole plan, I suppose."

"Hikari, you said we weren't gonna talk about that in the open." She said, just as the elevator landed on the ground floor. She got out and began to pace the lobby. "And did you say that… Koji actually came by to pick me up?"

"Yes, but that's not important, because you're finally getting what you want for the first time in 9 years!" Hikari exclaimed, gladly changing the subject. "And when are you gonna leave the lobby?"

"…what?" Izumi asked, looking around. She stepped a bit towards the door, and spotted Hikari waving to her from outside. "Oh," she shut off her phone and rushed outside of the building.

"About time," she sighed, smiling. "So what's the rest of the plan? I forgot."

"Hikari, I thought you said we weren't gonna bring it up," she said. "I didn't know so many of your friend's cousins were watching me at any second." She told her, looking around, suspiciously.

"Izumi," she sighed. "Stop being so passive. The plan, remember? You thought up the whole thing in 3rd grade-"

"Okay, okay, I remember." She replied, quietly. "Happy?"

Hikari smiled. "So let's talk about it. What stage are we in right now?"

"…well…" Izumi began, thinking. She did remember her plan. She wrote a 30-page book on how to get Takuya to like her. You see, in grade 3, Izumi really liked Takuya. They used to be good friends, even. He didn't mind her that much because she was easy to talk to, and every day they'd get to school and talk about the episode of Megaman that they both watched. Izumi would rather watch Megaman than go shopping with her older cousins or her friends. Takuya said she was different-- basically meaning a guy could talk to her without getting uncomfortable-- and that's when Izumi got the crazy idea that maybe Takuya liked her… she was young. She figured that. So, to the best of her ability, she began to write a book. She thought it'd be half-a-page, but it turned out to be 30. As the years grew, she continued to add more to the book. Stages 1, 2 and 3-- which were basically to eccentrically befriend the brunette-- were already underway. "…probably at stage 4, but I'm not keeping track anymore."

"Cool," she nodded. "Do you really think Takuya likes you? Still? And are you really sure you still like him?"

"I'm starting to think he only liked me because of that episode in Megaman, when-" Izumi stopped instantly, when Hikari looked at her quaintly. "…well, I don't care if he doesn't like me or if he did to begin with."

"And if you don't care, how come you two can't just be friends?"

"Because," she replied. "Because… if we were just friends, something would seem wrong. …haven't you ever read those books and things, where it says there's only one person in the world you're destined to be with, and you wouldn't even know it?"

"…not really-"

"Just think," she continued rambling. "He's a Leo, and I'm a Gemini. Isn't that pure compatibility? I mean-- we shouldn't have problems with each other at all, emotionally. So, he can't hate me, and he might be my… destined-to-be-with person."

"…who?"

"Takuya!"

"Oh…" Hikari nodded. "Okay, but this better not be another lame excuse to add more details into your plan."

"It's not. It's the truth."

****

"It's the truth, Takuya," Daisuke told him again, watching him spin a soccer ball on his fingers. Takuya sighed, and then glanced over at JP who was recovering from missing the soccer ball when he tried to kick it. He was lying on the ground, claiming he pulled a hip bone. Ken was waiting by the goalpost. "Takuya, listen to me."

"I'm listening." He answered, absently.

"I think you're just acting like an ass, because you can. Maybe Izumi's right." Daisuke nodded. Takuya quirked an eyebrow at him, but Daisuke continued. "I think you're just acting all bitchy toward her, because you still have feelings for her."

Takuya looked at him, wide-eyed with shock. He searched his mind for words. Any words. Just to make it seem like what Daisuke said wasn't true… "…that's… so not true." He said, uneasily. "…it isn't. You're just trying to drag this whole Bat-2-C thing on longer than it should've been."

"Please. Remember that Megaman episode-"

"Can we not include Megaman in this discussion?" he asked, tiredly. "He has nothing to do with this."

"So? Neither does-"

"My hip!" JP cried from the soccer frield. Takuya, gratefully, turned to look at him. Daisuke sighed, and stared over at their pain-stricken friend. He was rolling on the grass, claiming to be in pain. Ken was falling asleep by the goalpost, just waiting. "Did someone call the paramedics?!"

"I'm telling you, I'm completely over her," Takuya said, ignoring JP. "I have no feelings for her at all."

"You sure?"

"Sure."

"Have you ever read those books," Daisuke began, slowly. "They're these books that explain astrological sign compatibility. Things like that."

"And?"

"And," he continued. "They also tell you that the person who you're destined to be with is probably the least expected person. The one person who you probably forget about, or can't stop thinking about. The one person you never knew, or always knew. The one person you might see someday on the street as they pass you by, or… the person at the pizza shop."

"Daisuke-"

"Either way, Takuya, don't overlook this whole Izumi thing." He added, hastily. "You guys were great friends. Always used to talk every single day. She used to ditch shopping just to hang out with you."

"You were there too. Stop making it seem like it's some romantic getaway, because it's not."

"Well, I still think she ditched shopping to hang out with you." He shrugged. "Whether me and Ken were there or not. Remember when you told her that she was different? Someone a guy could talk to?"

"…different…"

"And then when he shot the laser, the whole thing went BOOM! and the bad guy died." Izumi giggled, twisting the head of her Megaman action figure. "I wonder if he can do the splits…"

"He never shot the laser," Takuya told her, imaginatively. "I thought it was psychic powers."

"You think everything was psychic powers, Takuya,"

"It's because everything is." He said, smiling. "Duh. When you know as much as I know, you'll understand psychic powers better. Did you know, that psychic powers can be transmitted by touching people's hands?"

"What's "transmitted" mean?"

"It's like time travel, only through everything else but time."

"Oh."

"Cool, huh?"

"Yeah, but Megaman doesn't touch people's hands," Izumi shook her head. "He zaps them with his laser."

"Psychic powers."

"Laser."

"Psychic powers."

"Electromagnetic rays."

"What?"

"Electromagnetic rays," she nodded, smiling. "Duh. When you know as much as I know, you'll understand electromagnetic rays better." Takuya smiled at her, but said nothing.

"I got a new Barbie yesterday!" they both looked across the room to a group of girls from their class, sitting in a circle and talking about their new Barbies. One of the girls was brushing her Barbie's hair. Another girl was pretend two of her Barbies were talking. And the rest of them followed suit.

"Yuck. Barbies." Takuya sighed. "Don't they know those things rot your brain and completely disorder your nervous system?"

"…what?" Izumi asked. "How are you learning all these things? Mrs. Takani hasn't taught us those things yet."

"My brother is in 8th grade. He talks about them to his friends, and I just listen." He shrugged. He turned to look back at the group of girls. "Some girls are so stupid."

"I'm a girl," Izumi said, hardly the least bit offended.

"So? You're different. You know stuff." He told her, nodding.

"…different?" Izumi stuttered, for awhile. For some reason unknown to Takuya, she began to grow a light shade of pink. "What… does that mean?"

"Different." He repeated. "…you know. …just different, that's all. You're talk-to-able… I dunno." He looked at her, she was holding her face. From what he could see, her cheeks were bright pink now. "…you okay? Did you catch pneumonia or something? My brother said when you get pneumonia, you turn bright pink."

Izumi didn't reply. Instead, smiling, she dropped back on the floor, lying perfectly still, hands still clasped on her face. "Cool," Takuya nodded, lying beside her. He clasped his face too, and began to smile just like she was. He had no idea for. He was just good at copying people.

Damn him. Damn him all the way to hell. Takuya thought glancing at Daisuke, who had diverted his attention from Takuya, to JP who had actually called the paramedics. Why does he always have to be right? …why do I always have to be wrong? Why can't we be equals?! I should've never ever tried to believe differently, than what he said. He was always right, and I… never was. It started out with smaller things that had no significance, and then moved on to bigger things that will haunt me forever…

"It's 3."

"No, it's not!"

"Yeah, it is, see," Daisuke pointed up to the board where their grade 1 teacher was teaching them first stages in addition. "If you have one crayon, and you get two more from your friend, you'll have 3. Not 4."

"What do you know?" Takuya asked, arrogantly. Daisuke scowled at him, but said nothing.

"Yes, Takuya?" their teacher asked him when he put up his hand.

"The answer is… 4," he said, very much confidently.

"Hmm…" she looked back at the board. "4, you say? …nope, it's something else. You wanna give it another try?" she asked, gently. Takuya glared at her, and crossed his arms, shaking his head.

Daisuke's hand shot up. The teacher picked him. "The answer is 3," he grinned, as the teacher nodded. "See? I told you…" he smiled,, turning back to Takuya.

** 6 years later…**

"I still think Aya's gonna go with that jerk… you know, the blond guy." Takuya said, snacking away at popcorn. He and Daisuke were over at his house, watching their favorite reality TV show. "What do you think?"

"I think she should go with the other guy… you know, Naoshinji or whatever… Aya and Ryo are so incompatible," Daisuke said, finishing off his third bag of chips. "It's like a cow marrying a beaver."

"…what the hell?"

"You're right. It's gross, and she's not gonna pick him." He nodded. "You got anymore of these?" he asked, waving the empty bag in his face. Takuya pointed over to one of the cabinets, as Daisuke got up.

"Come back soon, okay? Aya's gonna pick Ryo after the break." He grinned, confidently.

Minutes passed and Daisuke came back with the last bag of barbecue chips. He sat down and pried the bag open. He looked over at Takuya who looked incredibly angry, for some reason. Daisuke noticed the show was over. "…what happened?" Daisuke asked.

"I can't believe she picked that Naoshinji guy." Takuya rambled. "What a loser. They're so… wrong."

"I told you." Daisuke smiled, smugly, to himself. Takuya flashed him a ticked off look. Daisuke ignored him, completely.

"Why are you always right?" Takuya sneered. "What is with you and being right? Can't you be wrong for once?"

Daisuke smiled, but said nothing.

**2 years later…**

"I'm going out to pick lottery numbers!" Daisuke's dad called, parading through the house with a notepad. He burst into Daisuke's room where he and Takuya were supposedly studying. He grinned, "I'm going out to pick lottery numbers! I have 12, 14, 35, 44, 58 and 69. I need one more! Any suggestions, boys?"

"…pick 72." Takuya shrugged. "It's my 11th lucky number…" he mumbled.

"No way, pick 81. Skip the 70s. 80s are lucky." Daisuke spoke up, scribbling something on his book.

"What the hell?" Takuya asked. "72 is one of the luckiest numbers… I guess." He added. "What's so good about 81?"

"Think about it." Daisuke began. "For the past 2 years, the last lottery numbers have always had something to do with the 80s. The last number was always 80, 81, 85 or 87. Last week, it was 80. The week before that, it was 85. Week before that, it was 87. It hasn't been 81 yet this month." He explained. Takuya looked at him strangely. Daisuke just smiled.

"…so what was that?" Mr. Motomiya asked again, this time slower. He was astonished at his son's knowledge. Honestly, Daisuke never showed that much interest in the lottery.

"81."

"72."

"81."

"72."

"How about we flip a coin?" he asked, quickly before they started flinging things at each other. "Heads-- it's 72. Tails-- it's 81." He fished out a coin from his pocket and flipped it. He placed it flat on his hand and read it, "…heads."

"Ha, I told you," Takuya grinned. "72 is a lucky number."

"Your loss, dad." Daisuke shrugged, ignoring Takuya's annoying grins.

"Draw is at 9:15 tonight! I should make it back in time. And if the last number is 72, Takuya, you get exactly 20% of the prize!" Mr. Motomiya winked, just before he headed out of the room. Takuya was still grinning.

It was soon 9:15. Mr. Motomiya watched the TV intently, Takuya and Daisuke behind him, watching only for Daisuke's dad's sake. The announcer continued, "And the numbers, for the $22 million prize are…" he pulled them randomly out of a spinning crate. "…12 …14…35 …44 …58 …69 and…"

Mr. Motomiya was on the edge of his seat. So far, he'd gotten all of his numbers right. Just the last one… "It has to be 72, it has to be 72, it has to be 72…" he told himself over and over again. "We are one number away from being millionaires!"

"The last number is…" he pulled out the last slip of paper. "…81!" he announced.

Takuya and Mr. Motomiya screamed. Daisuke sighed, and shook his head, "What did I tell you?"

Takuya stopped screaming if only to glare at him for a moment. Daisuke smiled, and retorted. "I told you…that's what I told you."

Takuya said nothing.

"…damn you." Takuya said, suddenly, breaking away from his flashbacks and memories. Daisuke was oblivious to what was going on. He looked at Takuya, oddly. "…why are you always right?"

"…what?" Daisuke asked, blankly.

"Tell me, because I wanna know… why are you always right?" he asked, slowly.

"…oh." Daisuke smiled, suddenly. "This is about Izumi, isn't it?"

Takuya sighed, and dropped his head in his hands. "Maybe I do need aspirin."

*****

That's the end of chapter 6!! I'm not quite sure if chapter 7 will be the last chapter or not. I'm planning on it to be, but if it's not, then… it's not. By the way, if you've emailed me lately and I haven't replied, it's because my old e-mail address is screwed. I have a new one though. It's listed below and on my profile page, too. Thanks for reading!

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