A/N: YAY! I'm actually writing in a consistent manner. I'm sure my friends would be proud I have forsaken my erratic nature. :D Huzzah!

Takeru peered into the doorway of the ongoing party. It was being held at the Yagami house, and apparently Tai had gone through the honors of decorating it himself.

In this case, all Tai actually did was clean up the house and turn on the radio to some inane pop station. There was a fruit basket courtesy of Mimi (who lived in California and couldn't make it) which added as a centerpiece to the rather bare table.

It was nice to meet up once in a while. Takeru felt almost a longing for the time before when there wasn't a scheduled date for a reunion. It had been a simple fact that they would all meet up whether they had things to do or not.

Now, there was a scheduled date and all of them couldn't make it. His brother for one was running late from a band practice. Jyou had an appointment. Mimi didn't even live in the same country. Redhead Daisuke didn't even bother showing up, or calling. Maybe the option of him being late wasn't doubtful. Daisuke was never known for his punctuality.

Daisuke showed up clad in a messy uniform. The dark blue looked rather crumpled.

Hikari made a disapproving noise from her place next to Takeru. Takeru on the other hand felt almost a sense of endearment towards the brunette. A voice in his head fondly said 'Been fighting again, Dai?'

In reality, he had give Dai a disappointed look, casting Hikari aside before walking over to Daisuke.

"What took you so long? You were supposed to meet at four. It's six now."

Daisuke gave him woeful eyes. "I had things to do, Takeru."

Hikari responded before Takeru could. "What things Daisuke? Fighting again I suppose? Don't think I haven't heard of you and your gang of friends."

Both Takeru and Daisuke stared at the usually nice and friendly girl. In fact, everyone in the room was staring at her now. Either Hikari didn't notice or didn't care, but either way...

A look of hurt passed over Daisuke, and Takeru frowned. "Hikari, what has gotten into you? You've sure changed."

"I'm not the one who's changed, Takeru. Daisuke's the one hanging around with that stupid oaf, Henry. You don't even know what he's been doing."

Takeru turned to look at Daisuke. "What is she talking about?"

"Nothing. She's just a fuckin bitch, is all."

Hikari narrowed her eyes. "I wasn't the bitch last time, Daisuke. Why don't you tell him about that?"

Daisuke flinched. "Stop it, Kari. I don't care what you think anymore. You're just mad at me because I can't help but feel the way I do! What kind of friend are you?"

Hikari stared coolly. "You're right. Why don't you tell Takeru here all about your feelings, Daisuke? I'm sure he'd want to know."

"You know why I won't."

"I know why, Daisuke. Let me just say nothing will ever happen. You're just a stupid, little-"

"STOP IT!" shouted Takeru. Hikari looked over at him in shock. "What is going on with the both of you?"

Hikari glared at Daisuke. Daisuke stared at the floor. "I'm gonna go now."

He was gone before Takeru could stop him. The blonde suddenly wore an expression that no one could discern the emotion of.

All except Hikari. She swore she saw love.