A/N: And there you go, I've updated the two stories that you all seem to want the most. I don't know how good this chapter is, but I'm somewhat happy with it. Oh, and sorry for all you Yamasuke lovers, but there's a bit of Taito at the very end of the chapter. (All will be explained, don't you worry. And yes, it's a one-time thing. . .you probably won't see it again in this story.)

Disclaimer: Same as before, people. Oh yeah, don't own the song "Passenger."

Warnings: Same; some boys kissing other boys : Kensuke, Taito, and Yamasuke (no, there's no Yamasuke kissing yet, sorry.)

I can't believe I agreed to do this, Daisuke thought, leaning back against the brick wall of the side of the school.

People passed him by, some sending him odd glances or mean looks. He ignored them all, preferring to avert his attention to the blade of grass he was busy shredding.

This feels all wrong. I shouldn't be spending time with him; I should be going home and making sure Ken survived through the day.

"Daisuke!"

He sighed upon hearing the familiar voice and lifted his gaze to the blonde calling out the passenger window.

The drive to the ice cream parlor was spent in silence, pointless one-sided conversation on Yamato's part, and the noise coming from the radio that was more static than music. Yamato tried in vain once again to get a clear signal on a radio station. Daisuke reached over and turned it off.

Yamato pulled back to his side of the car again, frowning towards Daisuke. The redhead continued to stare out his window dispassionately.

The car eased into a parking space. Or rather, the car drove up the line separating two parking spaces.

"Oops," Yamato said, grinning, after getting out of the car and seeing his mistake. "I just can't park this stupid thing right."

"Then why do you drive it?" Daisuke asked the floor.

"I don't know," Yamato admitted. "Just to have something to use to get out of the house, I suppose."

Daisuke grunted and walked past him into the parlor. "I don't have any money. You're paying for the both of us."

"What?" Yamato asked, his voice going into a whine.

"Hey, you offered to bring me here," Daisuke said over his shoulder, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, you're right," Yamato sighed. "Okay, so I'll pay a bit more than I planned, no problem. I have enough."

He looked up from his wallet and saw he was talking to thin air. He rushed into the ice cream parlor to join Daisuke and make sure he wasn't ordering anything too expensive.

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"Thanks for the ice cream," Daisuke said quietly, in a more polite tone than he'd been using all day.

"You're nicer when you're fed, you know," Yamato said.

Daisuke looked up, looking slightly confused or surprised. "What?"

"I should buy you ice cream more often. You look prettier when you aren't being mean."

Daisuke cast his eyes down again, blushing slightly. "Quit doing that, okay?"

"What, flirting? Why?"

Daisuke looked away, the faint blush still staining his cheeks.

"Oh, Dai, it's not like he's watching us or can hear us or anything."

"I know, it just . . .doesn't feel right."

"Geez, he has a hold on you even when you aren't in the same part of the city."

"Are you saying he controls me?" Daisuke asked, his head snapping back around to allow a glare at Yamato.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Yamato said dryly, though truthfully.

"Fuck you," Daisuke hissed. He moved to leave but Yamato reached across the table to grab his arm.

Daisuke hissed again at the physical contact.

"Hey, I'm your ride, remember?"

"I can hitch."

"Oh, yeah, great idea, genius. Just go and get picked up by a serial killer."

"You watch too much television."

"And you don't watch any at all."

Daisuke narrowed his eyes. Yamato gave him an annoyingly knowing look.

"Take me home," the redhead ordered

.

Yamato held his hands up. "Okay, fine, I will. I was just trying to help, you know."

Daisuke got up and left the table to begin walking back out to the parking lot.

Yamato grumbled at all of the trash the redhead left behind for him to pick up and hurriedly carried it all to the trash can, dumping it in and rushing to catch up to the redhead before he got any bright ideas and started trying to hitch a ride.

As he drove up to Daisuke's dark house, he turned to the redhead.

"Hey, I have a gig tonight at Lizard's. You should go check it out."

Daisuke turned to give him a searing look. "I'll think about it," he said, his voice nearly a whisper.

Yamato winced as Daisuke slammed his car door. He sighed. Must you break everything in your way, Daisuke?

~ ~ ~ ~

Daisuke sighed loudly, sliding back down the front door, feeling his shirt ride up and expose his bare back to the cool surface of the door. He felt a small shiver pass through his body.

What the hell is that feeling I get when I'm around him?

He opened his eyes, staring at his legs sprawled out on the floor before him.

He always felt confused when he was around Yamato. He hated being confused. It infuriated him, not knowing why he was feeling that way. It caused him to snap at the poor blonde a bit more than he probably should. When he was with the pretty boy, his insides felt hot and twisted. Everything the blonde did bothered him. Every time the boy moved, it made Daisuke twitch involuntarily. Sometimes, he actually wanted to reach out and touch Yamato, as if suspicious about the boy actually existing and standing before him.

"Daisuke?" a soft, but strained voice called from the kitchen.

Daisuke stood and walked to the kitchen, his heart lightening slightly at hearing that voice calling his name. He turned the corner and peered at the boy standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen, reaching into a white and red cardboard box.

"Want pizza? I ordered some for us. I wanted to surprise you." Ken smiled, lifting a steaming piece of the pizza in his hand and taking a bite off the end.

"Sorry, Ken, I just ate," Daisuke replied, smiling apologetically at his boyfriend.

"Really? What did you eat?" Ken asked curiously, mouth full of pizza.

"Ice cream."

"How did you get to the ice cream parlor from the school? It's on the other side of the city," Ken said, looking confused.

"I got a ride with Yamato. You know, the guy I told you about, that sings in a band?"

"Oh." Ken's expression darkened. "I don't like him."

"Why not?"

"He wants to fuck you."

Daisuke's eyes widened. "What?!"

"I won't let him take you away from me."

Daisuke sighed, lowering his head to lean his forehead against the kitchen counter.

"Ken, why do you have to be jealous of everyone I talk to? No one is taking me away from you."

Ken's eyes narrowed. He closed the pizza box and opened the refrigerator to shove it in. Daisuke gagged when the foul smell of decaying animal flesh wafted from the fridge and filled his nose.

"You're leaving the pizza in there?" Daisuke asked, making a disgusted face. "It's going to reek and taste horrible when you take it out again."

"Don't try to change the fucking subject," Ken growled. "I don't want you to see this Yamato again."

Daisuke whined, "Ken, I don't have any friends because you get jealous of all of them and forbid me from seeing or talking to anyone! The only friend I have or even person I know is you!"

"Daisuke," Ken said, softening his voice and looking more sincere, "it's better this way, trust me."

He walked towards Daisuke and stood in front of him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, pulling him close and burying his face in his soft hair.

"I just don't want to lose you."

Daisuke felt himself softening and wrapped his arms around Ken's waist, leaning his head against the taller boy's shoulder. He nuzzled Ken's neck with his nose.

"I know, but you don't have anything to worry about. I won't leave you. No one can make me leave you."

Daisuke cringed when he felt Ken's hands driving through his hair and gripping chunks of it in his fists, tugging slightly. He felt his head being pulled back and found himself staring into Ken's dark eyes. Ken smiled at the helpless look in his boyfriend's eyes and leant his head down to claim the boy's lips in a passionate kiss.

He pulled away after a minute, breathless and smiling a predatory smile, loving the look of the prey caught in his claws.

"Good boy."

~ ~ ~ ~

The night invigorated him. He always felt more relaxed during the nighttime. It suited his soul finer than the blistering, skin-tanning rays of the sun. When he walked the streets at night, the alley cats bowed as he sauntered by. He owned the streets while the moon was up.

However, as indestructible as the night air made him feel, he couldn't help but let a distressing thought rise in his mind.

Ken's going to be so mad when he finds out I came here.

He practically leapt through the club door, as if afraid the sidewalk was on the verge of turning into lava.

He made his way to the back, sitting in his usual seat, and only then did he look upon the stage.

He was surprised to see that there was one more person than usual onstage. A brunette gripped a second microphone stand in his hand, talking to Yamato and laughing about something. Daisuke wondered if this one could sing half as good as Yamato could.

"Okay, we're about ready to begin," Yamato said into the microphone, addressing the audience. "As you can see, we have a guest singer tonight. Everyone, I would like to introduce my good friend, Taichi Yagami, who will be helping me with some of the vocals tonight."

Everyone cheered in greeting as Taichi held up a hand to wave at the audience, flashing a grin.

Daisuke sat up straighter in his seat, realizing he recognized that face. He was the captain of the soccer team at the high school.

He sings? Daisuke thought, surprise showing clearly on his features.

As the concert progressed, Daisuke saw - or rather, heard - that Taichi truly was a good singer. Not nearly as good as Yamato, but pretty decent. His voice blended nicely with Yamato's when they sang together. He also noticed, grudgingly, that the two kept giving each other looks during the songs they sang together. It was almost as if they were more than just singing partners. Daisuke felt a slow, burning feeling start in the pit of his stomach, feeling growing animosity towards the brunette onstage.

They began to sing one of Daisuke's favorite songs, though they had never played the song before. Daisuke thought it might be because it was a duet and they had never had a second singer handy before. "Passenger" by the Deftones began pounding through the speakers in front of the restaurant/bar.

Yamato sang Chino Moreno's part, making his voice sound just as haunting and hollow as the original singer's voice. Taichi sang Maynard's part, his voice softening and creating an equally dark atmosphere with his tone. Daisuke felt a small chill run up his spine, enjoying every second more and more as they got into the song, no longer thinking about how close the two singers were standing now.

As the song came to a close, Daisuke's attention was brought back to the interaction on the stage rather forcibly as the taller of the two singers drew the second close to lay a rather passionate kiss on his lips.

Daisuke's eyes and facial expression darkened considerably as he watched the brunette let the blonde go, staring into his eyes for a lingering second as the audience erupted into applause. The air of his good mood left the room as quickly as the song had invited it in.