A/N: Sorry I've been so lazy lately...here's another chapter for you guys to munch on.
Disclaimer: Same as ever. Don't own Digimon or the characters I use.
Daisuke walked home with a kind of anger that he hadn't felt in a long time. He walked around angry about something or another most of the time, but this was a different kind of anger. He wasn't used to feeling this type of anger, and so didn't quite know what to make of it.
Daisuke was terribly, unmistakably jealous.
After the music had stopped playing, Daisuke had been quick to leave the restaurant. He didn't think Yamato had seen him exit, because he hadn't heard anyone calling him back, and no one had followed him out of the restaurant.
Of course he didn't see me. He was too busy grinning at that stupid, brainless idiot.
It wasn't more than a few seconds after walking through the front door that Ken ran out from the kitchen to the living room to greet Daisuke.
"Where in the world have you been?" Ken asked breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, Ken. I forgot to tell you I was leaving. I just dropped by your aunt's to tell her we got the phone bill already. She kept me there for dinner."
They took any bills they received to Ken's aunt for her to pay. They had indeed gotten the phone bill, but Daisuke had run by Ken's aunt's house the day before to drop it off and had forgotten to tell Ken about it that evening. Daisuke had remembered about it that morning and had come to the decision to use it as an excuse if he did go to Yamato's gig.
"Oh. Well, while you were out, I was thinking about how I had screamed at you earlier and how wrong I was for not trusting you around Yamato. I wanted to make it up to you, so I went out and got you a little present."
Daisuke's eyes lit up with excitement and then hazed over in affection for his boyfriend.
"Oh, Ken, you shouldn't have."
"Yeah, well, I was a jerk."
Daisuke blushed slightly. Ken rarely ever bought anything for him, and when he did get him gifts, it was always for a special occasion, such as Christmas or his birthday.
Ken smiled and ran to the garage. "I'll just go and get it. Turn around and close your eyes. Don't you dare peek, either."
Daisuke obediently turned around and shut his eyes, smiling in anticipation.
Something furry that wiggled around was soon placed into his arms. He opened his eyes and gasped happily. He held a golden Labrador retriever puppy in his arms.
"Ken, it's adorable!" he said, laughter in his voice. He held the puppy close to himself and gently stroked it's head. "Hey, little guy. Where did Ken find you, huh?"
"I went to the pound. It was the nicest-looking dog they had. They said he's very healthy, too. He already has his shots and everything."
"I thought you hated pets," Daisuke said, giving Ken a confused look.
"I do," Ken said, his smile faltering slightly, "but as long as it doesn't bother me or anything, it should be fine. He stays in the backyard, though. I won't let him be inside at all."
"I won't bring him inside, don't worry," Daisuke replied, already walking to the back door to take it into the backyard.
Daisuke remained outside until it was quite dark, playing with the puppy and holding it in his arms. He had completely forgotten about how upset he had been on the way home.
"I won't let Ken chop you up, so don't worry about that," Daisuke reassured the puppy, laughing slightly. "This is one animal I will not let Ken hurt."
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"This is the last time I'm going to put up with you."
Daisuke kept his eyes trained on the plant in the corner of the office. He kept his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He didn't want anything this man had to say to him to affect him.
"You've walked these school halls for the last time, Motomiya. I won't tolerate your bad behavior any longer. I'm sure all of your teachers will be glad to be rid of you, anyways."
He let his eyes drift shut as he blocked out the voice speaking to him.
He could only hear snippets of the lecture now.
"Can't believe...stooped this low...never before...repair all of the damages...completely trashed...buy new computers for the lab..."
"Are we done yet?" Daisuke cut in.
The principal's face turned even redder, if possible. "Don't you feel any remorse after what you've done?"
"Not really," the boy replied boredly. "I mean, I regret not doing this sooner, and not thinking up a better way to get myself kicked out of school, but-"
"Mr. Motomiya, out of my school, now! I declare you officially expelled from this institution!"
"Institution is right. Mental institution," Daisuke grumbled.
Before he knew it, he was being dragged out of the office and out the doors of Odaiba High School. Once outside, he turned to the principal and raised an eyebrow.
"Can't I at least empty out my locker first?"
The principal reluctantly dragged him back inside.
Once he had gathered his belongings in his backpack and shut the now bare locker, he walked out of the double glass doors of the high school for the very last time, his backpack slung over one shoulder and a smirk simultaneously lightening up and darkening his appearance.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Hey," a soft voice called.
Daisuke looked around himself for the source of the voice. He saw the boy leaning against the side of the building, hands shoved into his pockets, giving him a curious look.
"Where are you going?" Yamato asked.
Daisuke narrowed his eyes and turned to continue walking, choosing to ignore the other. He hadn't gotten far when a hand clamped down onto his shoulder and whirled him around.
"I was talking to you," Yamato said calmly, smiling gently and staring into Daisuke's eyes as he tried to search for any hint of emotion in them.
"I'm going home," Daisuke said shortly.
"Why?"
"I have just been expelled."
Yamato's eyebrows shot up. "What did you do this time?"
"I just messed the computer lab up."
"That was you?" Yamato looked impressed. "'Messed up' is somewhat of an understatement. You got the axe from the fire alarm thing near the front office and impaled the monitors of the computers in the lab."
"I was mad," Daisuke explained.
Yamato blinked. "You were mad," he repeated. "What the heck made you that mad?"
"My teachers. They hate me. They treat me like crap. I get fed up with it sometimes."
"Ever heard of anger-management, Daisuke? I could find you some classes."
Daisuke turned around and began walking away again. Yamato caught up and began walking beside him.
"Go away," Daisuke told him.
"I don't think so," Yamato replied, smiling to himself.
"I'm angry with you."
"Why?"
"I went to your gig."
Yamato blinked and looked up at the sky, trying to remember anything he could have done or sung that would have offended Daisuke.
"What did I do?"
"Did anyone videotape that kiss? I didn't have a good view of it from where I was sitting. I couldn't quite see exactly what his tongue was doing inside your mouth. I'd just love to see it again."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Yamato said, turning to stand in front of Daisuke and resting his hands on the smaller boy's shoulders. "You saw the kiss?"
"Yes, I saw the kiss," Daisuke snapped. "What the hell was that, anyways?"
"Fanservice," Yamato said, smiling. "Gets them every time."
"Yeah, well, you sure got me," Daisuke grumbled, slapping Yamato's hands off of his shoulders.
"Daisuke, it's just part of the show. Taichi is only a friend. He happens to be a great singer and performer. He wanted to do a show with me, so I said okay. We decided to throw in that ending kiss to see if it garnered us a larger audience next time."
"Well, I wish you luck with your garnering," Daisuke said sarcastically.
"I can't believe it made you so jealous," Yamato said, grinning as if it amused him greatly.
"Who's jealous?" Daisuke snapped.
Yamato gave him a pointed look and he looked away.
"Daisuke, that kiss meant nothing to me, okay?" Yamato said gently. "Anyways, Taichi is taken."
"Did his boyfriend see that kiss?"
"Yes, his girlfriend did. She was there, at the gig. She's completely fine with it. She knows it's all a part of the show."
"He isn't gay?"
"No, Taichi isn't."
"And he kissed you?"
"He's bisexual, Daisuke. You can like both genders, you know."
"I know that. I'm bisexual, remember?"
"Of course I remember." Yamato smiled charmingly. "I remember everything about you."
Daisuke sighed and returned his gaze to the ground. He heard Yamato groan.
"Will you please get over the kiss? If it'll make you feel any better, I'll kiss you. In fact, I'll kiss you twice, so I'll have kissed you more than I've kissed Taichi."
"Yes." Daisuke lifted his head and stared hard at Yamato. "Yes, I think you owe me that."
"Fine," Yamato said, smirking.
"Fine."
Yamato stepped closer to Daisuke and lifted his arms to wrap around Daisuke's waist. Daisuke instinctively took a step back.
Yamato grinned as he stared into Daisuke's eyes.
"I knew it. I knew you were just talking out of your ass. You can't kiss me. You won't let yourself kiss me, because then you'd feel too guilty about cheating on Ken or whatever."
"Oh yeah?" Daisuke asked, narrowing his eyes once again. "Is that how you think it is? Do you think you have me all figured out, Yamato?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do," Yamato replied.
Daisuke stepped forward, looking determined, and grabbed Yamato around the neck. He pulled him down to his level and shut his eyes as he firmly pressed his lips to Yamato's in a hard kiss. He immediately let go and stumbled back, eyes wide. He touched his mouth and looked as if he were ashamed.
Yamato had remained stone-faced throughout the whole thing. He gazed upon the shame written on Daisuke's face and turned away.
"Go home, Daisuke. Ken will be angry if you don't go straight home."
Forgetting that Ken would still be in school at that time, and so he wouldn't know that Daisuke had taken more than enough time is needed to get home, Daisuke turned and ran in the direction of his house, trying to get as far away from the blonde as fast as he could.
