You have no idea how insane I am. =P

Okay, now that that is over with, this is the fic 'Cosplay and Shounen-Ai'. If you're reading this, Takouji probably rox ur sox. You guys better believe it, because that is main couple here. Now, everyone who can't stand Shounen-ai/yaoi, just go away. That's right, shoo! You heard me! Go on, get outta here! Leave the fic be!

Now, believers in a higher power, lovers of Takouji (And Junzumi. Hate Junzumi? Hate Junpei? Get out. Go play with those anti-yaoi people. There's no need for you here *glares*) and Dejimon Frontier… umm… go ahead and read or whatever you people do.

Cosplay and Shounen Ai.

Chapter 1

"I can do this!" Takuya said softly, psyching himself up. At the moment, the goggle-boy was standing in front of the door with his hand outstretched, nearly touching the doorbell. He was staring at the space between his finger and the one thing that would bring the person inside to the doorway and ask what the heck he was doing here.

"Okay, I just have to push my finger forward just a little… and, voila!"

He didn't press the doorbell. Instead, he had re-positioned his hand back down to his side.

Already, his heart was pounding. His feelings were nearly identical to those he always had right before an important soccer game; the nauseous feeling deep in the pit of the stomach, the profuse sweating, his fingers twitching slightly, but this was different. Well, not really, but it was definitely not a soccer game.

He had turned 13 just a few days ago. At this age, he discovered that absolutely nothing was different than being 12. There was no rush of disobedience, there were not parties every other night, his voice wasn't any deeper than it was now, and he also, so far, had not shot up 5 inches in height.

Big whoop in the pants…

Though he had suddenly found out something he had never known about himself before. And that one thing was the slight attraction he had for one of the other Chosen Children.

"Just why did it have to be Kouji, Mr. Loner of the Century?" He sighed as he hit his head against the door. The dull thudding in his skull barely fazed him.

"I. Am. An. Idiot." He said to himself, hitting his head on the door between each word.

"I. Can't. Believe. How. Big. Of. A. Baka-"

He didn't have the chance to hit his head on the door again, as it had swung open. The goggle-head fell forward and landed directly on the person who had answered the door.

That person had black hair, was a bit taller than Takuya was, and also was wearing a lot of blue.

"Waugh!! Kouji!"

Takuya's voice was a pitch or two higher than it normally was. He had just squashed Kouji, who was now staring at him, looking fairly miffed. He jumped off of the other boy very quickly, a flush of color quickly reaching all corners of his face.

Kouji stood up slowly, his bandana falling off of his head. He worked to adjust back to the way it was. He sighed heavily, staring at Takuya with his dark blue eyes.

"Takuya-kun, what do you want?" The older boy asked as he took off his bandana. It was obvious he wasn't going to get away with just moving it back to where it had been on his head without messing up his hair.

Which Takuya kept staring at.

A waterfall of raven black suddenly appeared out of nowhere, cascading around Kouji's head and down to his shoulder. Takuya kept staring at its silkiness and marveled at how soft it looked. His fingers ached to touch it, run over the smoothness of it…

Stupid Kouji and his stupid bishounen hair.

"Uhh, Takuya-kun? Do you happen to be in the world of the living?" Kouji asked as he tied his hair back into his normal ponytail. Takuya was sorely tempted to tell Kouji that he looked much better with his hair down, but he would have earned a punch in the face for that. Kouji never left his hair down, and obviously nothing was going to stop him now.

Takuya snapped back to reality, his face flushing a deep red.

"Go-gomen nasai, Kouji-kun! I didn't mean to... err..."

"Fall on me?"

Kouji had the ability to say stuff like that so plainly.

"Ehh, yeah," Takuya mumbled as a response, putting his arm absent-mindedly behind his head, down casting his eyes.

They stood like that in a moment of silence. Kouji stared at Takuya, as Takuya stared as the ground. The other sounds that surrounded them were nearly deafening. A car zoomed by, a couple of kids yelled happily from across the street. Takuya began blushing more; his face was burning and was also taking on the look of an overly ripe tomato.

"So, do you want to come in, or something?" Kouji asked, causing the boy in front of him to visibly sigh in relief as the uncomfortable silence was broken.

"Yeah yeah, sure."

Takuya stepped across the threshold into Kouji's house. He couldn't help thinking 'Objective 1: Complete' to himself.

It was pleasantly cool inside Kouji's house, completely opposite to what it was like outside. August was always the hottest month of the year. Takuya smiled as his face stopped burning. He followed Kouji into their den.

"I was just watching some anime," Kouji said, looking over his shoulder to see Takuya's reaction.

"Really? What one?"

"Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon."

Takuya's heart paused.

Kouji liked Sailor Moon?

He saw a blush rise to Kouji's face. Was he embarrassed because he watched such an old anime? Or was it because Takuya, at the moment, had stopped in his tracks, a horrified look on his face?

If Kouji likes Sailor Moon… He must like girls… I have no chance…

"Ta-Takuya, are you okay?" Kouji asked, the blush on his face only half-as brilliant as Takuya's had been.

"I…I'm fine," Takuya answered, quickly. I'm such an idiot, just because he likes Sailor Moon doesn't mean he isn't… well… gay. He sat down stiffly on the couch, with Kouji placing himself beside the goggle-boy. He picked up the remote and pressed play.

The image of Sailor Moon dodging crazily between the shots and blasts of a particularly weird looking enemy appeared on the screen.

Takuya sighed and leaned back in the seat. This was going to take a while.

Of course, he had nothing against Sailor Moon. In fact, for the few times he had seen it, it had made him laugh a little. But now, it could be his as bad as his worst enemy.

Stupid Kouji and your stupid bishounen-ness and your stupid Sailor Moon.

He risked a glance over at the other boy. Kouji looked completely engulfed in the anime; he didn't show any expression, but it looked as if he was concentrating rather hard on the TV screen.

"Kouji, do you have a favorite?"

Kouji looked coolly over to Takuya, his eyebrows arched in a questioning look.

"Favorite senshi?"

A light blush caressed Kouji's face.

"I-I really don't know. Minako maybe? Or Michiru? Rei's cool too… No no, definently Sailor Venus…"

Takuya's heart fell into his stomach. Of course, Kouji had to like the most beautiful women in the whole anime.

"Why do you like her?" He asked unsteadily.

"Uhh…" Kouji's blush was becoming a deeper color of red, "well, she's funny, and I guess it's cool how Sailor Moon is modeled after her. Sailor V is really okay, too. And she's pretty, I guess."

Takuya paled. He stood up shakily, a hand over his stomach. He felt like he was going to throw up.

"Takuya? What's the matter?" Kouji asked, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"I feel sick… I better go, Kouji. You don't want my puke all over your carpet."

Before Kouji could even stop him, Takuya had flung himself out the door and down the pavement, racing as if he were being chased by a couple of cheetahs.

Takuya was heart-broken. It felt as though Kouji had yelled a resounding "NO!" in his face, even though he hadn't. Still, his heart throbbed painfully with every beat. It felt as though it were forcing itself up his throat, squeezing reluctant tears out of his eyes and down is cheeks. His stomach flipped with each step he took, giving him a quick sense of nausea every other second. People stared at him as he ran past, watching him hastily wipe away his tears and trip ever so often.

He was on his block. Now he was running up the walkway to his house. He wrenched the door open, and dashed inside, throwing himself up the stairs. He flew into his room, slamming the door behind him.

For a single moment, he stood with his back against the door. Everything was silent. He took a moment to breath deeply, replaying the last few minutes in his head.

And then, the tears that were already glistening on his cheeks and in his eyes were overthrown with a river of water. A headache erupted in his skull, forcing him to his knees. His head hurt, his heart hurt. Was it too much to ask for Kouji to like him even half-as much as he himself loved Kouji? Or was the beautiful black-haired boy a god who sat on his mighty throne, high out of the reach of Takuya and his mortal hands.

So, for the first time in his life, Takuya fell to his side, and cried until his tears ran dry. He hiccupped once, then his exhaustion sent him spiraling into a dreamless slumber.

I know it's short and stupid and crap. _ Probably because I'm not as into Takouji as I am into Junzumi or any other couple… *sighs* Oh well. Rate, Review, Flame, whatever. But if you critisize, TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG! I gotta know o_o;;

Signing Off

Ria64