Title: Make-Believe Lovers
Author: FireDemon
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: AU. Band Fic.
Warnings: Shounen ai, Yaoi. Language.
Summary: AU. Ken and Daisuke are best friends with a gimmick that gets out of control, when they shoot to stardom. Sometimes fame and money doesn't bring happiness. **Shounen ai-ish**.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, it belongs to a lot of people, Toei, Fox Kids and. I forget the rest, let's just say my name isn't on the list. The idea and the badly written song, however, are all mine.
Authors Notes: I don't think I was completely clear about what this fic was really about. I was very flattered by all the responses, I think I'd have to agree that this is a very different plot for a Dai+Ken fic, partly because, while in some ways it is, in a lot of ways it isn't. If you're looking for a DaiKenSuke sappy love fic - this isn't it. I've written sappy Kensuke's, and I'm a huge DaiKen fan, *however* this fic won't have that. Their relationship in this isn't going to be a typical 'friends' or 'lovers' or 'enemies'. It's something completely different. We go back to the beginning now, and if you're squicked out by either het, or yaoi, then this isn't your kind of story. Okay? Anyone who is willing to read, I am eternally grateful for your interest, and hope this continues to live up to your expectations.
A big Thank You to Allekto, Maleysin, Cheese-chan, Silfer, Lan and Nine *hugs* (You rock) for their reviews. You guys make my day!
Chapter One: The Place I Feel I Should Begin.
~February, 2001: Daisuke's POV~
It's raining outside, heavier than usual for February. Not one of us is dressed for the weather, but then, we never are.
We're holed up in my girlfriend's bedroom, and she and I have claimed the bed, although we aren't really *doing* anything on the bed. I've never liked her bed much; it's too... girly. All lace and pale pink coverlets. Not at all like my brash, quick-tempered, often bitchy girlfriend.
My best friend, Ken, is sitting in front of her computer, playing around with one of her new programs, changing the tempo of our latest 'song'. He, like my girlfriend, has always been fonder of technology than Hikari and I.
The four of us, Ken, Hikari, my girlfriend Miyako, and I had decided to form a band in the summer holidays before we started junior year as a relief from our boredom. I forget whose idea it was, but we met up every day of those holidays, writing the most pointless songs and setting them to music.
Miyako had written an ode to her wide-screen television, and set it to a bouncy circus-like music. Ken had written a song about being a serial- kisser, and sang about kissing old women and little boys. Hikari had set the words to a nonsensical poem she'd written to piano music, and I had written a jingle about chocolate. Mine had naturally been the best, so we'd used it to decide the name of our band.
I'm lazily running a hand through my girlfriends long mostly lavender hair when Hikari breaks the silence for nearly the first time since we've walked into the room,
"Hey Dais, Miya, have you seen this?"
I look over at the newspaper that the overly-chirpy brunette, Hikari, is holding curiously, but Miyako, my girlfriend, doesn't give anyone else has a chance to reply before she can,
"They want a band?" She infuriatingly raises an eyebrow, a habit that drives me completely up the wall as I can't copy it, "You think we should try out?"
Hikari shrugs, ever the pacifist, "I thought we should at least give it a go, I mean, we do want to get famous don't we?"
"Of course we do!" I break in, with pure teenage enthusiasm, "Fame, money and beautiful women..."
Miyako clears her throat and Ken raises an eyebrow, so I quickly amend my statement, "And beautiful men for those who aren't into women. Who *wouldn't* want to be famous?"
Hikari and I exchange grins as Miyako predictably hits me over the head with the closest pillow, and Ken rolls his eyes, accustomed to our antics.
"So when does it say to come in?" Ken doesn't need to speak loudly; nobody ignores Ichijouji Ken.
"Tomorrow. I think we should go for it," Hikari says earnestly, smiling at the group running a hand through her shoulder-length dark brown hair.
I grin, "Hell yeah. All in agreement?"
Miyako shrugs, never one to show her enthusiasm, "Why not?"
And Ken smiles wryly, brushing a strand of chin-length dark violet hair back behind his ear; "Sure."
~~*~~
We meet in Oikawa, our soon-to-be manger's, waiting room, dressed to kill. Hikari is the mildest, but even her butterfly-embroidered denim flairs and cute pink floaty top are fairly eye-catching. Ken is dressed in leather pants with a black mesh top and heavy almost feminine eye-make-up, which given his nonconformist sexual orientation isn't that surprising. My girlfriend is, true to form, dressed in a black mini-skirt, pumps, and a sexy purple halter-neck, which looks absolutely fantastic on her. I greet her with a kiss, and pull her into my lap when I sit.
She obliges with a brief eye-roll directed at Hikari. "I see you're wearing your jacket."
I nod; straightening the flame-embroidered jacket I made for myself a few years back and make myself comfortable on the hard plastic make-shift sofa.
We have to wait for about half an hour before we're called in to Oikawa's office. He's a young mildly handsome man, who looks distinguished enough. He gestures for us to sit down and smiles across his expensive looking hardwood desk.
"Good morning, I'm Oikawa, and you are?"
I take the lead. "We're Sobakasu, I'm Daisuke, lead-singer, Ken's guitar, Hikari's keyboard and back-up singer and Miya's drums."
Oikawa looks speculatively at us; and then looks down at a piece of paper in front of him, "I see. May I ask, Sobakasu, how much are you willing to do to be famous?"
I feel an insane grin spread across my face, "Anything you ask."
Ken gives me a small look then nods seriously, "We're willing to do anything..."
"As long as it's not illegal," Miyako chimes in; "We want to be famous."
Oikawa's eyes flicker to Hikari, who looks trapped for an endless second, before she smiles, "What they said."
Oikawa smiles at us, and leans forward to shake my hand; "It was a pleasure meeting such ambitious young people. We'll call you if you make the final cut."
We all smile at him as we walk out of the office, none of us noticing the thoughtful look on his face as he stares at Ken and I.
~~*~~
It's nearly a week later that we're gathered together again, and in my bedroom this time. I'm sitting on the bed, tuning Ken's guitar absently and resting my head back against his chest comfortably. Ken and I have always been really close friends, we grew up together and we don't really keep secrets from each other. I know we're probably closer than most guys get to other guys, but our friendship runs deep. Neither of us is shallow people, and it's never been weird for us to sit around touching. We're the same with Miyako and Hikari, because they're our best friends too.
Hikari is sitting with Miyako between her legs, braiding my girlfriends hair, while they chat about the magazine Miyako is reading. It doesn't bother me that she's close to Hikari any more than it bothers her that I'm close to Ken. Ken and Hikari are both bi, and they both prefer their own sex to the opposite. Miyako and I are both straight, and rather fond of each other. My relationship with Miyako is hard to describe. Ken calls us friends with benefits, and that's probably what we are, friends who have an understanding. I love Miyako, and I guess, one day, after we've been famous, I wouldn't mind settling down with her, and maybe convincing her to have a kid or two. Pass on the Motomiya genes.
"So, do you think Sobakasu is ever going to make it big?" Miyako asks, her brown eyes challenging me.
"Of course we are!" I reply, daring her to disagree. I love baiting her, because when I do we end up having incredible sex to settle our disputes. Our relationship is very physical, we've both had other partners, but she was the first girl I ever slept with, and I guess that made it special for both of us.
She opens her mouth to retort with her usual brash wit, but she's cut off by the telephone letting out a shrill cry. Hikari leans over and picks up the reciever.
"Motomiya residence, this is Kari."
There's a short pause, and Hikari makes a small noise, "Aa, yes it is."
A longer pause, and Hikari's face goes white, "Now?"
Another heavy pause, this one long enough that we all turn to look at her; "Of course! We'll be there in half an hour. Thank you very much. Goodbye!"
We stare wide-eyed at Hikari as she hangs up and lets out a loud squeal, "Oikawa wants to sign us for a record deal! You guys we have a manager!"
Miyako squeals even louder than Hikari and hugs the smaller brunette before both girls dive at us. Ken and I don't even bother to ward them off, we simply hug the girls and dance with them around the room enthusiastically. Miyako and I exchange a long very passionate kiss before parting to hug the others again. I have never been happier,
"You guys, we're going to be famous!!!" I scream.
Ken laughs, "How long do we have to get ready?"
Hikari squeaks, "Shit! We have to leave now!"
In one overly-excited mass we run to catch the bus so that we'll make it to Oikawa's office in time, thankful that for once, the sky is clear and we won't have to worry about getting caught in the rain.
~~*~~
Oikawa smiles and extends his hand as we walk in, "So good to see you again, my ambitious young friends. I do hope you are all well?"
I nod answering for the group, "Yeah, we're cool."
"Ah very good. Please sit down," His extended hand gestures to the hard backed chairs provided and we collapse into the seats, some more gracefully than others.
"So, what did you want to see us about?" I ask curiously.
He raises his chin and smiles at me as if I'm a young child he's accommodating, "I called you in to make sure you were really the band I was looking for. You want to be famous? You're willing to do anything?"
Miyako stands, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Within reason. We're not going to exchange sexual favours for fame, or kill people."
He laughs, "You have spunk girl. Are you willing to kiss..." His eyes fall on Hikari, "her? To be famous?"
Miyako snorts, and pecks Hikari on the cheek, before turning back, "I highly doubt that kissing Hikari will make anyone famous."
"I meant a proper kiss, lips, tongue, the whole deal."
Hikari's brow furrows, "Daisuke?"
I shrug, "I'm okay with it if you guys are."
Hikari leans over and kisses Miyako, it's a proper kiss, complete with tongue, but there's no passion. Neither of them can pretend to feel something they don't.
Oikawa doesn't even look fazed, "No, you don't have it. You two boys, I want to see you kiss each other."
"What?" Ken utters staring at Oikawa as if he's something that's crawled out of the gutter.
"I want you," He points to me, "to kiss him. Now."
"N-no FUCKING way! Y-you want me to kiss KEN?!" I splutter wide-eyed, unable to believe what I'm hearing. What sort of sick pervert is this guy? "What the fuck sort of band do you think we are?" I hiss disgustedly. I'm not homophobic, I don't have anything against gay people, what they do is their own business, and I'm not overly bothered by being hit on by a guy, but the idea of making out with my male best friend sickens me
"I thought," Oikawa drawls slowly, "that you were a band who wanted to be famous. Obviously I was wrong."
I stare at him in a mixture of fierce determination and repulsion, before I turn to my best friend, "Let's just get this over with."
Ken turns from glaring at Oikawa, "Are you sure Dais?"
"Fucking oath I'm sure. We want to be famous don't we?" I snarl.
Ken nods, a faint blush covering his cheeks, "Close your eyes Dais, and just relax."
I follow his instructions, and try not to tense when he seals his lips over mine. I make an effort to pretend it's Miyako I'm kissing, or some other pretty girl, but Ken doesn't kiss in the same way as any other girl I've kissed. There's something fundamentally different... but he *is* a damned good kisser. He slides his tongue into my mouth eliciting a groan. I refuse to think about what I'm doing.
The kiss itself isn't nauseatingly bad, but when I pull back and open my eyes, I'm still mildly disgusted, because Ken's still a guy, and no matter how well he kisses, I'm still straight.
Oikawa smiles at us, a slightly oily not-quite-nice smile, but a smile nevertheless. "I must say I'm impressed boys. You're exactly what I've been looking for... Well, if you and you," He leers at Ken and I, "Are willing to repeat that kiss on stage, and make it more realistic. Well?"
"You're not serious?" Hikari asks softly, her red-brown eyes gleaming.
"Of course I am," Oikawa tells her smiling, "This is my dream, and if you want to be famous, you'll do as I ask."
Miyako rests a hand on my arm, "Hey, it's up to you guys. Hika and I won't blame you if you don't want to make out with Ken on stage. If it was us who had to make-out to be famous, we'd say no."
I turn to look at Ken, who shrugs, "Look Dai, your decision, kissing a guy is natural to me, even if he is my best friend. If you don't want to do it, we'll all understand. It's your call oh fearless leader."
I look around the room. Hikari looks unsure, scared almost. Miyako looks protective, as if Oikawa's got her back up somehow. Ken looks blank, and Oikawa looks oily.
I sigh and hold out my hand, "Alright, we're in."
Oikawa grins, all oiliness gone, "You're not going to regret this. What did you say the name of your band was again?"
"Sobakasu," I tell him, caught up in the excitement.
"Too childish. From now on you guys are "Forbidden", I'm going to need you and Ken, was it?" I nod, "To practise kissing. Learn how to be lovers. That's going to be your gimmick up on stage."
I force a smile, "Okay. We'll try."
"Do better than try. I don't care how long it takes, you two have to be natural up on stage, none of this "macho, I can't kiss a guy crap"."
Ken and I nod together, and Oikawa smiles, "Right then, I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning at the studio."
I sling my arm around Miyako as we're leaving and Oikawa clears his throat, "Daisuke, no huggy-kissy with girls in public. If you want to be famous you've got to play the part."
I drop my arm down and taking in a deep breath thread an arm around Ken's waist.
"Good boy."
Yeah. Great.
Authors Notes: That's chapter one finished, as I warned, het and 'yaoi'. For those of you who are disappointed, there won't be too much more Daiyako, it's going to go bye-bye, but that doesn't mean this is going to be a sappy DaiKenSuke. I figure I'm giving fair warning here.
Anyway, if you've read, please review! Thank you!
Author: FireDemon
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: AU. Band Fic.
Warnings: Shounen ai, Yaoi. Language.
Summary: AU. Ken and Daisuke are best friends with a gimmick that gets out of control, when they shoot to stardom. Sometimes fame and money doesn't bring happiness. **Shounen ai-ish**.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, it belongs to a lot of people, Toei, Fox Kids and. I forget the rest, let's just say my name isn't on the list. The idea and the badly written song, however, are all mine.
Authors Notes: I don't think I was completely clear about what this fic was really about. I was very flattered by all the responses, I think I'd have to agree that this is a very different plot for a Dai+Ken fic, partly because, while in some ways it is, in a lot of ways it isn't. If you're looking for a DaiKenSuke sappy love fic - this isn't it. I've written sappy Kensuke's, and I'm a huge DaiKen fan, *however* this fic won't have that. Their relationship in this isn't going to be a typical 'friends' or 'lovers' or 'enemies'. It's something completely different. We go back to the beginning now, and if you're squicked out by either het, or yaoi, then this isn't your kind of story. Okay? Anyone who is willing to read, I am eternally grateful for your interest, and hope this continues to live up to your expectations.
A big Thank You to Allekto, Maleysin, Cheese-chan, Silfer, Lan and Nine *hugs* (You rock) for their reviews. You guys make my day!
Chapter One: The Place I Feel I Should Begin.
~February, 2001: Daisuke's POV~
It's raining outside, heavier than usual for February. Not one of us is dressed for the weather, but then, we never are.
We're holed up in my girlfriend's bedroom, and she and I have claimed the bed, although we aren't really *doing* anything on the bed. I've never liked her bed much; it's too... girly. All lace and pale pink coverlets. Not at all like my brash, quick-tempered, often bitchy girlfriend.
My best friend, Ken, is sitting in front of her computer, playing around with one of her new programs, changing the tempo of our latest 'song'. He, like my girlfriend, has always been fonder of technology than Hikari and I.
The four of us, Ken, Hikari, my girlfriend Miyako, and I had decided to form a band in the summer holidays before we started junior year as a relief from our boredom. I forget whose idea it was, but we met up every day of those holidays, writing the most pointless songs and setting them to music.
Miyako had written an ode to her wide-screen television, and set it to a bouncy circus-like music. Ken had written a song about being a serial- kisser, and sang about kissing old women and little boys. Hikari had set the words to a nonsensical poem she'd written to piano music, and I had written a jingle about chocolate. Mine had naturally been the best, so we'd used it to decide the name of our band.
I'm lazily running a hand through my girlfriends long mostly lavender hair when Hikari breaks the silence for nearly the first time since we've walked into the room,
"Hey Dais, Miya, have you seen this?"
I look over at the newspaper that the overly-chirpy brunette, Hikari, is holding curiously, but Miyako, my girlfriend, doesn't give anyone else has a chance to reply before she can,
"They want a band?" She infuriatingly raises an eyebrow, a habit that drives me completely up the wall as I can't copy it, "You think we should try out?"
Hikari shrugs, ever the pacifist, "I thought we should at least give it a go, I mean, we do want to get famous don't we?"
"Of course we do!" I break in, with pure teenage enthusiasm, "Fame, money and beautiful women..."
Miyako clears her throat and Ken raises an eyebrow, so I quickly amend my statement, "And beautiful men for those who aren't into women. Who *wouldn't* want to be famous?"
Hikari and I exchange grins as Miyako predictably hits me over the head with the closest pillow, and Ken rolls his eyes, accustomed to our antics.
"So when does it say to come in?" Ken doesn't need to speak loudly; nobody ignores Ichijouji Ken.
"Tomorrow. I think we should go for it," Hikari says earnestly, smiling at the group running a hand through her shoulder-length dark brown hair.
I grin, "Hell yeah. All in agreement?"
Miyako shrugs, never one to show her enthusiasm, "Why not?"
And Ken smiles wryly, brushing a strand of chin-length dark violet hair back behind his ear; "Sure."
~~*~~
We meet in Oikawa, our soon-to-be manger's, waiting room, dressed to kill. Hikari is the mildest, but even her butterfly-embroidered denim flairs and cute pink floaty top are fairly eye-catching. Ken is dressed in leather pants with a black mesh top and heavy almost feminine eye-make-up, which given his nonconformist sexual orientation isn't that surprising. My girlfriend is, true to form, dressed in a black mini-skirt, pumps, and a sexy purple halter-neck, which looks absolutely fantastic on her. I greet her with a kiss, and pull her into my lap when I sit.
She obliges with a brief eye-roll directed at Hikari. "I see you're wearing your jacket."
I nod; straightening the flame-embroidered jacket I made for myself a few years back and make myself comfortable on the hard plastic make-shift sofa.
We have to wait for about half an hour before we're called in to Oikawa's office. He's a young mildly handsome man, who looks distinguished enough. He gestures for us to sit down and smiles across his expensive looking hardwood desk.
"Good morning, I'm Oikawa, and you are?"
I take the lead. "We're Sobakasu, I'm Daisuke, lead-singer, Ken's guitar, Hikari's keyboard and back-up singer and Miya's drums."
Oikawa looks speculatively at us; and then looks down at a piece of paper in front of him, "I see. May I ask, Sobakasu, how much are you willing to do to be famous?"
I feel an insane grin spread across my face, "Anything you ask."
Ken gives me a small look then nods seriously, "We're willing to do anything..."
"As long as it's not illegal," Miyako chimes in; "We want to be famous."
Oikawa's eyes flicker to Hikari, who looks trapped for an endless second, before she smiles, "What they said."
Oikawa smiles at us, and leans forward to shake my hand; "It was a pleasure meeting such ambitious young people. We'll call you if you make the final cut."
We all smile at him as we walk out of the office, none of us noticing the thoughtful look on his face as he stares at Ken and I.
~~*~~
It's nearly a week later that we're gathered together again, and in my bedroom this time. I'm sitting on the bed, tuning Ken's guitar absently and resting my head back against his chest comfortably. Ken and I have always been really close friends, we grew up together and we don't really keep secrets from each other. I know we're probably closer than most guys get to other guys, but our friendship runs deep. Neither of us is shallow people, and it's never been weird for us to sit around touching. We're the same with Miyako and Hikari, because they're our best friends too.
Hikari is sitting with Miyako between her legs, braiding my girlfriends hair, while they chat about the magazine Miyako is reading. It doesn't bother me that she's close to Hikari any more than it bothers her that I'm close to Ken. Ken and Hikari are both bi, and they both prefer their own sex to the opposite. Miyako and I are both straight, and rather fond of each other. My relationship with Miyako is hard to describe. Ken calls us friends with benefits, and that's probably what we are, friends who have an understanding. I love Miyako, and I guess, one day, after we've been famous, I wouldn't mind settling down with her, and maybe convincing her to have a kid or two. Pass on the Motomiya genes.
"So, do you think Sobakasu is ever going to make it big?" Miyako asks, her brown eyes challenging me.
"Of course we are!" I reply, daring her to disagree. I love baiting her, because when I do we end up having incredible sex to settle our disputes. Our relationship is very physical, we've both had other partners, but she was the first girl I ever slept with, and I guess that made it special for both of us.
She opens her mouth to retort with her usual brash wit, but she's cut off by the telephone letting out a shrill cry. Hikari leans over and picks up the reciever.
"Motomiya residence, this is Kari."
There's a short pause, and Hikari makes a small noise, "Aa, yes it is."
A longer pause, and Hikari's face goes white, "Now?"
Another heavy pause, this one long enough that we all turn to look at her; "Of course! We'll be there in half an hour. Thank you very much. Goodbye!"
We stare wide-eyed at Hikari as she hangs up and lets out a loud squeal, "Oikawa wants to sign us for a record deal! You guys we have a manager!"
Miyako squeals even louder than Hikari and hugs the smaller brunette before both girls dive at us. Ken and I don't even bother to ward them off, we simply hug the girls and dance with them around the room enthusiastically. Miyako and I exchange a long very passionate kiss before parting to hug the others again. I have never been happier,
"You guys, we're going to be famous!!!" I scream.
Ken laughs, "How long do we have to get ready?"
Hikari squeaks, "Shit! We have to leave now!"
In one overly-excited mass we run to catch the bus so that we'll make it to Oikawa's office in time, thankful that for once, the sky is clear and we won't have to worry about getting caught in the rain.
~~*~~
Oikawa smiles and extends his hand as we walk in, "So good to see you again, my ambitious young friends. I do hope you are all well?"
I nod answering for the group, "Yeah, we're cool."
"Ah very good. Please sit down," His extended hand gestures to the hard backed chairs provided and we collapse into the seats, some more gracefully than others.
"So, what did you want to see us about?" I ask curiously.
He raises his chin and smiles at me as if I'm a young child he's accommodating, "I called you in to make sure you were really the band I was looking for. You want to be famous? You're willing to do anything?"
Miyako stands, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Within reason. We're not going to exchange sexual favours for fame, or kill people."
He laughs, "You have spunk girl. Are you willing to kiss..." His eyes fall on Hikari, "her? To be famous?"
Miyako snorts, and pecks Hikari on the cheek, before turning back, "I highly doubt that kissing Hikari will make anyone famous."
"I meant a proper kiss, lips, tongue, the whole deal."
Hikari's brow furrows, "Daisuke?"
I shrug, "I'm okay with it if you guys are."
Hikari leans over and kisses Miyako, it's a proper kiss, complete with tongue, but there's no passion. Neither of them can pretend to feel something they don't.
Oikawa doesn't even look fazed, "No, you don't have it. You two boys, I want to see you kiss each other."
"What?" Ken utters staring at Oikawa as if he's something that's crawled out of the gutter.
"I want you," He points to me, "to kiss him. Now."
"N-no FUCKING way! Y-you want me to kiss KEN?!" I splutter wide-eyed, unable to believe what I'm hearing. What sort of sick pervert is this guy? "What the fuck sort of band do you think we are?" I hiss disgustedly. I'm not homophobic, I don't have anything against gay people, what they do is their own business, and I'm not overly bothered by being hit on by a guy, but the idea of making out with my male best friend sickens me
"I thought," Oikawa drawls slowly, "that you were a band who wanted to be famous. Obviously I was wrong."
I stare at him in a mixture of fierce determination and repulsion, before I turn to my best friend, "Let's just get this over with."
Ken turns from glaring at Oikawa, "Are you sure Dais?"
"Fucking oath I'm sure. We want to be famous don't we?" I snarl.
Ken nods, a faint blush covering his cheeks, "Close your eyes Dais, and just relax."
I follow his instructions, and try not to tense when he seals his lips over mine. I make an effort to pretend it's Miyako I'm kissing, or some other pretty girl, but Ken doesn't kiss in the same way as any other girl I've kissed. There's something fundamentally different... but he *is* a damned good kisser. He slides his tongue into my mouth eliciting a groan. I refuse to think about what I'm doing.
The kiss itself isn't nauseatingly bad, but when I pull back and open my eyes, I'm still mildly disgusted, because Ken's still a guy, and no matter how well he kisses, I'm still straight.
Oikawa smiles at us, a slightly oily not-quite-nice smile, but a smile nevertheless. "I must say I'm impressed boys. You're exactly what I've been looking for... Well, if you and you," He leers at Ken and I, "Are willing to repeat that kiss on stage, and make it more realistic. Well?"
"You're not serious?" Hikari asks softly, her red-brown eyes gleaming.
"Of course I am," Oikawa tells her smiling, "This is my dream, and if you want to be famous, you'll do as I ask."
Miyako rests a hand on my arm, "Hey, it's up to you guys. Hika and I won't blame you if you don't want to make out with Ken on stage. If it was us who had to make-out to be famous, we'd say no."
I turn to look at Ken, who shrugs, "Look Dai, your decision, kissing a guy is natural to me, even if he is my best friend. If you don't want to do it, we'll all understand. It's your call oh fearless leader."
I look around the room. Hikari looks unsure, scared almost. Miyako looks protective, as if Oikawa's got her back up somehow. Ken looks blank, and Oikawa looks oily.
I sigh and hold out my hand, "Alright, we're in."
Oikawa grins, all oiliness gone, "You're not going to regret this. What did you say the name of your band was again?"
"Sobakasu," I tell him, caught up in the excitement.
"Too childish. From now on you guys are "Forbidden", I'm going to need you and Ken, was it?" I nod, "To practise kissing. Learn how to be lovers. That's going to be your gimmick up on stage."
I force a smile, "Okay. We'll try."
"Do better than try. I don't care how long it takes, you two have to be natural up on stage, none of this "macho, I can't kiss a guy crap"."
Ken and I nod together, and Oikawa smiles, "Right then, I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning at the studio."
I sling my arm around Miyako as we're leaving and Oikawa clears his throat, "Daisuke, no huggy-kissy with girls in public. If you want to be famous you've got to play the part."
I drop my arm down and taking in a deep breath thread an arm around Ken's waist.
"Good boy."
Yeah. Great.
Authors Notes: That's chapter one finished, as I warned, het and 'yaoi'. For those of you who are disappointed, there won't be too much more Daiyako, it's going to go bye-bye, but that doesn't mean this is going to be a sappy DaiKenSuke. I figure I'm giving fair warning here.
Anyway, if you've read, please review! Thank you!