CW: First Off, I would like to thank all of my lovely reviewers for reviewing my unworthy story.-bows and gives chocolate. I hope you all stay interested in the story. Today You'll see a splash of yaoi and Takeru discovers something major about himself.
Haru: That's not all.
CW: Hush, tubby.
Haru:-grumbles- CW does not own Digimon.
CW: Oh! And i thibk someone asked how Daisuke got so fat over winter. You all know how a gogglehead eats and I don't know the weather of Japan, but in my story, a blizzard and lots of snow has kept most people inside from about November...until mid May! That's actually over half of a year...This is mentioned later in the story(or did I alredy mention it...) but I just thought I'd clear that up...
Ch.4 Takeru's Apology and Daisuke's Test Takeru's POV
'I hope he's not too mad...' I think as I wait, situated on the sofa, for Daisuke to come out of his room. I sigh and close my eyes, waiting for him. 'Jun must be going somewhere...to leave with a suitcase and all...' I ponder, suddenly wonder why Daisuke's parents aren't here either. I abandon the thought when I hear him enter the room. "What do you need, Takeru?" he asks, obvious anger in his voice. I then open my eyes. 'OH MY GOD.' Daisuke is standing there with a scowl on his face, wearing only a pair of SHORT, TIGHT, shorts; his flabby arms on his hips, and his substantial gut only inches from my face. My face immediately goes scarlet as I stammer, "I-w-well-I-" but he cuts me off. "If you could make this short? I'm kind of hungry." He proves his statement by going over into the kitchen area, reaching into a cabinet, and pulling out a bag of potato chips, ripping them open, and starting to devour them. By this time I am recovering from my initial shock, as my pallet returns to normal and I try to speak, but am mesmerized by Daisuke eating and his stomach, leaking over those shorts, and hanging down. I barely notice him coming toward me when he suddenly plops down on the couch, causing it to visibly shake. I blush slightly again as he continues eating, and then lounges out, so where I have a complete view of his gut; I feel my blush increasing. He then turns to me and asks, "Want some?" in a semi-miffed voice, as his eyes hypnotize me, so I take some and begin eating. He then reminds me of my purpose for being here, "So why are you here Takeru?" bringing me back to reality and melting at the same time when his eyes focus on me. "Oh, I..uh..well, Daisuke I shouldn't have done what I did yesterday...so I came to treat you to a day on the town." I finish, blushing still, and look up hopefully at him. He seems shocked for a moment, but then his face becomes downcast. "Sorry, Takeru; I can't! My only shirt that still fits is dirty, and I certainly can't go out in public like this!" He demonstrates by gesturing to his flabby shirtless area, making my face feel warmer once again. 'Why is Daisuke making me so...shy and nervous?' I wonder momentarily before replying with a sorrowful "Oh." He then smiles. "You could do me a favor though." he comments lazily, while eating more chips. "What?" I ask immediately, wanting to make up for yesterday. "Well, as you see, Jun is staying at a friend's apartment one floor up and my parents are gone away to Tokyo on emergency business.... thing is they'll be away for two months." He explains. "...And I was wondering...if you would stay with me, to keep me from going insane?" he finishes hastily. This rushed explanation, in combination with Daisuke leaning over me, giving me the puppy dog look, with his spherical belly just brushing mine causes my face to become even warmer, if possible, but I manage to give him an answer, "I-Well, I'd have to ask my Mom first, but I'm sure she'll say I can. Our apartment is only a few blocks from yours anyway." His face then brightens and his mouth breaks into a smile. "Good!" he responds, leaning over me more. "You can have the guest room and you can move your things here tomorrow and-" but he suddenly loses his footing and falls on top of me. My face, for about the 100th time, is tomato red as I feel his fat stomach compress on top of my flat one. He quickly rises though, but strangely, no blush is on his features. "Sorry, Takeru. Foot slipped." I merely nod. He then sits down and faces me again. "You won't have to worry about food either; I'm a great chef. I didn't get this way by JUST junk food." He pats his stomach and winks at me, causing my heart to flutter. What was wrong with me today? 'Could I be attracted to Daisuke?' My first thought of it is absurd, but then it all slowly pieces together in my mind. I don't like girls, in the romantic sense. 'I never have...' I think in awe, paling for the first time in what seems like ages. Suddenly Daisuke is making me blush madly, I feel like my heart will explode any second, my palms are cold and sweaty, and my stomach feels like its been turned upside down. Anyone could say those were sure signs of romantic interest, but come on. So what if I didn't exactly like girls...yet? That's it! My...hormones just haven't kicked in. I sigh in relief and look down. I wasn't gay. My eyes then catch the slight bulge in my pants. I am a tomato-color once again and quickly grab a pillow and slam it on my pants. I knew what that meant. My hormones HAD kicked in. 'But that means...' I quickly ran a series of "hot" boys through my head and...felt nothing. I then quickly glance at Daisuke and run the same images through my head, except now the boys are all Daisuke's size and...I feel the bulge increase and then sighed. I was going to live with my recently super sized ex-rival for the next two months, with the startling information that I wasn't like normal guys...after all the years of thinking I was normal...I'm not. I liked boys...fat boys...I was gay...and I liked Daisuke. I then glance over at him again and felt...lust...or was it...love? I sigh heavily. Whichever it is, Its going to be hard getting through these next two months without resisting certain "urges".