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The Dance: Chapter Eight
By Wormmonsoul
Daisuke hoped that tomorrow, when they met at Yamato's place, everything would get clear.
Unfortunately for Daisuke, his mom discovered that he skipped school and grounded him for a whole day with an additional punishment to vacuum-clean all rooms and get his own in order, which he knew would take forever. He texted Yamato's address to Ken, telling him that he won't be coming. Ken didn't answer anything. Daisuke went into depression, called Yamato and went to wash up.
Daisuke had a lot of time to think. He tried to analyse Ken's reaction to Yamato. It bothered him that Ken acted so wildly in front of the blond. Maybe it was jealousy because Yamato was the Game's winner and Ken was just a newbie. But why get mad at Daisuke? Because he brought Yamato in Schwarz? But how Daisuke was supposed to know that he was damned Kami!
Maybe, the reason behind Ken's anger was that Daisuke went and acted on his own without asking Ken first. Ken didn't want anyone else in Schwarz. He was the gang's star. Ken liked to be in control. In fact, he was the one controlling everything, including their relationship.
Daisuke winced. Since the beginning Ken was blackmailing him into dancing. He used Daisuke's infatuation to drag him in the Game. He only let him kiss him when Daisuke learnt to dance. It was easy for him; he knew what Daisuke wanted from the start.
Daisuke stopped washing cups and closed his eyes for a moment. Why didn't he understand it before? It was all blackmail. Did Ken ever love him? He led Daisuke to believe it but did he love him at all? And what if not? What if he doesn't want Daisuke to touch him? What if he hates his kisses?
No… stupid thoughts.
No, Ken wouldn't do that. He was kind, gentle and sincere. He wasn't a person who would do anything to get what he wanted.
But Kaiser was that person. And Kaiser was a part of Ken too. Daisuke opened his eyes. This is stupid, he told himself. You don't know for sure. You've got to believe Ken. You've got to ask him. Next time when you see him…
Yamato opened the door for the genius boy. Daisuke was not there, just as expected. Nevertheless, Yamato got everything ready. Two easy chairs and a sofa were moved to the wall with the window, leaving the centre of the room unoccupied. The low table was turned on its side and tucked into a faraway corner. A huge stereo system was perched on the window-sill.
"Whether Daisuke is here or not, we can't afford to lose time," Yamato said. "Put your CD in and show me the dance."
"I need a partner," Ken said through clenched teeth. Yamato flipped into one of the chairs and crossed his arms.
"Maybe I'll join you," he said with a wink.
Ken lingered in the doorway, not sure if he should go ahead and bring the blond into this. There would be no way back. Even Daisuke knew very little about the dance…
"What's up? Forgot your dance?" Ishida asked acidly. "Are you the kind who freaks out and forgets everything on the scene?"
"Fuck you."
Ken placed the CD in the stereo and hit the play. The song started. He remembered that he was still in his school jacket and that it would constrict his moves. Ken shook it off. His fingers began to unbutton the shirt. The blond was watching him closely.
"Good touch."
"Shut up." Ken blushed and decided to leave the shirt half undone. "It wasn't in the dance."
"We can still use this."
The music was fast and Yamato concentrated on the rhythm, his finger tapping his chin. Ken demonstrated the first pattern of break dance on the floor, becoming a whirlwind of limbs. He stood up as the music became softer. "Salsa next. Get your ass here, Ishida."
Yamato rose from the chair. Ken already planned the whole dance. According to the plan, his partner was going to mirror all his moves. They would keep their distance on the dance floor and join only for bits of the tango and salsa, which was 'required body contact'. They would do their break combinations apart. It was going to be the dance's highlights. The rhythm was quick and dancing was difficult but it was also full of energy and skill, and that was the key to winning the Game. Ken explained all this quickly while whisking the blond around. When he stepped away to do the break, Yamato watched him silently until the song ended.
"Basically you're dancing on your own all the time," the blond said. "And this song is not for the hip hop."
"I don't care." He admitted it was a stupid answer but Yamato had just suggested that all his hard planning was for nothing! Ken would kill him if he could.
"Get real, Ken. Nobody cancelled 50 per cent rule…"
"The 50 per cent rule," Ken interrupted, "is keeping physical contact with your partner. This is a concept of a paired dance. My concept is that my partner must mirror my every move without 'body contact'. But if you insist, we can think of something.. For example, holding hands, dancing back to back-"
"Clever," Yamato said. "So that's how you see paired dances. No face to face, arm in arm, eye to eye contact. You know, most of paired dances failed because they ignored this rule. You will fail too."
"Do you actually want me to get it on with another GUY, for godssake, in front of anyone!" Ken snapped.
"Is it you who is homophobic or the crowd that you can't even see from the scene?"
"I'm not homophobic!" Ken snapped. "I just don't like people pointing and smirking."
"What are you mad about?" Yamato asked. "They already know you have a paired dance with a boy… They've been smirking…like, half a year already?"
"They don't understand paired dances! You don't understand either! They expect me to dance something like gay tango, but I want to change the concept of a paired dance, so that everyone will think – 'Fuck, paired dances are not so fucking bad for the Game too!'" Ken exploded. "It doesn't have to be like rubbing all over and going hot! It's dancing.. it's.. ART for hell's-"
"It does have to be like that," Yamato interrupted him. "Don't give me all that 'art' shit. Paired dances are hot and real and scream of sex. Fuck art. Fuck them all. And this music. It's ORGASM written all over it! It's about freedom, and passion, and obsession! This song makes me fly! This song smells like sea, like old ships with sails flowing in the wind… it's totally mad! And you want to use this music to display the hip hop moves! You're out of it, man."
Ken was speechless for a moment. "Well, ain't ya fucking romantic! Who cares what the song is about?"
Yamato sat down in his chair, eyes burning. "Dancing without feeling is nothing! You're not putting yourself in this dance at all. It's lifeless, lacks individuality and it's fucking boring."
"I'm fucking thrilled to hear it from you," Ken hissed. He flipped wearily into the chair. God, what a prick that Ishida was. "I won't change the dance. I want to win this Game. And everyone dances to the hip hop. And it's your fault by the way!"
"You won't win," Yamato said. "And you will change the dance. I don't fucking care about what they want to see, I'll dance what I want.. I danced the break to vent my feelings. You've no idea how fucked up I was then." He went to the store-room and dug into boxes of CDs there. "Okay, lessee," he said. "Let me tell you what I would've done with this dance. It would be based off on Turkish or Latin dances even if it means – how did you put it? – rubbing and swinging and getting hot. But yeah, maybe if I wanted to get violent, I would leave some breaking. What else? Rock'n'roll, definitely. And this long break in the song can be very interesting if we add … things. I should look into paired stuff and find out. Clothes… maybe pirate style. And I liked when you undid your shirt."
Yamato found some CDs and put them aside. "The fast rhythm should bring out good skills and coordination from both partners. Finally, I would make several variants of the dance."
Ken flipped in the chair and snapped the lid of his lighter and watched the flames. He wanted to kill Ishida.
"What for," Ken said.
Yamato went to the chair and leant over the immobile boy.
"Ken, there will be a DJ from the opponents' gang. Hiroshi must have told you the routine. If they don't like you, they'll make you dance to a different music. Or they can make you dance it twice but you've got to be versatile and make sure you don't repeat. After you finished your dance, it's the same gamble as Challenges. Crowd will decide if you win or lose. Maybe there are judges out there but I've never seen them, trust me. For me it was always the crowd who decided who won. Do you think I'm making this up to scare you, Ken? Would you believe me if I told you that I went through hell on that scene? There are no rules and once you're on the scene, it's sink or swim, got it?"
He shifted in the chair uneasily wishing he was far away from the blond, who was smiling wryly down at him.
"You were just supposed to teach Daisuke how to pass the Challenges," he muttered.
"Pass the Challenges and then?" Yamato asked. "He will have to be approved by the Gamers. Ever heard about it?"
Ken had heard about them; they were a bunch of former Game winners who could give you a chance to step in or ban you completely. He was approved because he had good reputation in the dancing gangs. But Daisuke had nothing.
"I can approve him, you know," Yamato said. "Just like that. But I won't do it. He's not ready for the Game. And your dance SUCKS."
Ken swore. He had no choice but to let the psycho tamper with his dance. Well lessee if he will cooperate, damn it.
"D'you have an ashtray, Ishida?"
The blond went to his CDs again and drove his ashtray with a nudge from his foot across the floor. Ken lit a cigarette. The blond picked several CDs and studied them. "Turkish, Arabic, Indian.. Hmm, Tarkan? What music was that song?"
"What are you fucking up to?"
"I'm gonna pick parts from different dances and add them to yours. Latin dances are not enough. Something Asian will do nicely. That'll be totally mad."
"It's Greek song, for fuck's sake."
"Greek? Hmm… shall we add sertaki too?"
Ken slowly raised his fist and stuck out a finger. Yamato rolled his eyes.
"What's the name of the song again?"
"Lefteri Psyhi," Ken said in Greek and translated. "'Freedom of Spirit'."
"I think it's clear what kind of dance we want here, huh," he said with a wicked smile. "Have another smoke, get the steam out and be ready to learn a shitload about dances, Ichijouji."
Daisuke finished his work in a record time. His hands were doing everything mechanically with his mind elsewhere, that is, locked on Ken. Daisuke's mother was so surprised to see him work so hard that she let him go out that evening to 'play soccer' in the park. Daisuke flew out of the door like a bullet, since the Schwarz's meeting was in five minutes. In the park he cautiously looked but there were no spies on his trail. He dove under thick bushes and scattered along the darkening alleys to the secret terrace. When he entered the terrace only Jun and Shu greeted him. Ken was not there yet.
"Where's everyone?" Daisuke asked, out of breath.
"Why are you asking us? You were supposed to be with Ken and Kami, no?" Jun said.
"Damn it," Daisuke said. He explained everything. "I thought Ken would be here."
Junpei and Shuichiro conspiratorially exchanged glances and nodded.
"I saw that!" Daisuke pointed an accusing finger at them. "What was that!"
Junpei shrugged. "Just… Kami."
"Kami what?" he asked.
"Well, they are supposed to be at Kami's house, right?"
"So WHAT!"
"Well, Kami always had this reputation…" Junpei said in a low voice and the DJ nodded. "Everyone knows that Kami was sleeping with half the dancers in the Game…"
"And the other half was sleeping with him," Hiroshi added as he appeared on the terrace.
Gotta save Ken. Daisuke brushed past the smirking boys, intending to do just that when Yamato himself appeared on the terrace, accompanied by Ken, who looked more than wild. His hair was wet, his school shirt a total mess, and the look in his eyes was set to kill. The auburn-haired teen froze, eyes flickering from the blond to his boyfriend and back. For god's sake, they were saying that Yamato..! And Ken stayed with him all day!.. Jealousy kicked in but he remembered to think clearly.
"What the fuck you were just talking about?" Yamato asked.
"Just rumors, really!" Junpei said nervously.
"Well, you weren't sex symbol of the Game for nothing," Hiroshi said. He glued himself to Kami's side from the moment he appeared.
"It's not your fucking business!" Yamato snapped.
"But…"
"It's fucking not your business!" the blond said. "People fucking like to run their mouths. Spare me, I haven't done a QUARTER of what they are saying."
"So you've done something, after all," Shu muttered. The blond ignored this and turned to Daisuke.
"By the way, Daisuke, we changed the dance a bit," Yamato said.
Daisuke was not looking at him. He was watching Ken who said nothing to him at all, not even a hello. He couldn't believe that Ken could act so cold. What happened at Yamato's place? What could go wrong now?
"Why're you staring at me?" Ken asked. "Go and learn to fucking dance if you want to ever speak to me again."
Daisuke felt miserable. Was that Kaiser speaking? He should keep in check and find out what was eating Ken, he remembered. Daisuke tried… really tried to behave like a sensible person and not like a hothead that he was. He thought Ken would like it. He grabbed his wrist and tried to lead him outside.
"We need to talk, Ken."
Ken furiously shook him off.
"Lemme fucking go!"
"Ken, what's got into you?" Daisuke shouted, losing his cool. Instead of replying, Ken suddenly drove his fist in his face. It was only because Daisuke was a pro in street fighting and had a good reaction that he managed to duck. Shu and Junpei flew into Ken and slammed him against the wall to restrain him. Daisuke froze. He didn't understand what was happening and why Ken was hysterical.
"It's all your fucking fault!" Ken shouted. "You brought this motherfucker here! He fucked everything up! He wants to fucking change my dance!"
Hiroshi grabbed Yamato's arm in a warning.
"Don't listen to him, Kami!"
"I don't fucking want any drama queens," Yamato snapped and nodded to Daisuke, "I've heard enough of this shit since morning. And I'm fed up. I'm leaving. Sorry I couldn't help you."
"Wait!" Daisuke grabbed his arm too. Everything was suddenly going to hell…
"Hiro, Dai, what fucking side you're on!" Ken asked.
"You're overreacting, Ken," Hiroshi said. "I'm on my gang's side. That's a bunch of people, Kami included. Maybe, you should listen to him. He knows what he's talking about. And if you don't like it, feel free to join Soma or Crackers. They wanted your ass anyway."
Ken shut up in shock. Daisuke walked to him and nodded to Shu and Junpei to release Ken. He put his hand on his shoulder. It was very tense and Daisuke was afraid for a moment that Ken would swing a second blow at him, but the genius stood still and quiet.
"I think, Hiroshi's right," Daisuke said. "You should stop and think about it."
"Fuck you," Ken said. "Fuck you all. I'll win the Game alone."
"First you will have to beat me," Yamato said.
"I'll do it. Right here and now," Ken snapped.
Daisuke got a bad feeling about this. The last thing they needed was a challenge between Yamato and Ken. What if Ken loses? He would become Yamato's slave… Daisuke's mind went blank for a moment. In that case he would have to do everything Yamato wanted.. and he wouldn't be able to take part in the Game – at least, not until Yamato freed him. And if Ken becomes Yamato's slave, Daisuke would do anything to win him over, right? Did Yamato plan it out so as to not let Ken and Daisuke participate in the Game!
"Challenge me," Yamato said.
"Ken, NO!" Daisuke growled. "Stay fucking put!"
"So when did you let Ishida fuck your brains out?" Ken hissed back at him.
"He's fucking YOUR brains now, Ken, and I don't fucking like it. So shut up," Daisuke said. He turned to Yamato, "Forget about that challenge. Let me see what you want to change in the dance. Maybe you're right."
Ken jerked in protest but Daisuke held him back.
"Okay," Ken said at last.
"Okay," Yamato said. "Shu, the CD, please."
Some Turkish song played. Yamato whisked Ken around on the floor and made him dance some really disturbing parts, which left the tango far behind in sensuality. The look in Ken's eyes was absolutely wild.
"Let's bring in some breaking," the blonde suggested. "You wanted me to copy your moves, right?"
Ken smiled grimly and went down on his hands. The blond imitated it, then he stood up.
"I've got an idea. Give me a 99, Ken."
Ken fell on his hand and kicked his legs up in the air and turned around. Yamato grabbed his ankles, hoisted Ken's knees down to his waist, grabbed his free hand and pulled the boy up against himself. The genius came face to face with the blond, who stepped back to catch his balance.
"Now… we can do the break in a pair too," Yamato panted, grinning. Ken jumped off him.
"What's the fucking idea, Kami?" he growled. Without answering, the blond brought him against himself.
"Bend backwards," he commanded. "Hook your knees on my hips on step one."
"You're not strong enough.."
"Fucking do it, we'll see."
Yamato clutched his waist, Ken threw his torso backwards, pulled his knees up and Yamato whirled him around for several moments, black hair flying and white shirt billowing in the air stream. The blond put him up and slid down against his front and up again. All Schwarz dropped their mouths open. Ken was too shocked to move a limb.
Yamato turned him around and put his arm over his waist.
"Do the salsa backwards together with me," he said. They danced so close to each other that Daisuke nearly fainted with jealousy. Then the music ended and Ken pulled away from the blonde and straightened his shirt.
"Wow," said Hiroshi finally. "That was … wow! You're great, Kami. You're great too, Ken. And lucky! Kami danced with you! Groped you too!"
"I fucking did not," Yamato said. "He's so not my type."
"You fucking groped me anyway," Ken hissed.
"Yeah, this is... this is…" Junpei was searching for a word.
"Perverted," Ken supplied. "Lecherous. Disgusting. Dirty."
"Totally hot," the slave boy said. Daisuke had to agree. But seriously – could they do this stuff on the scene?
"Actually, it was so good that maybe we should leave it as it is," Shu said, "Kami can dance with Ken at the Game instead of Daisuke."
Everyone stared at him as if he grew a second head.
"Makes sense," Junpei said eventually. "Kami doesn't need time to train. They could use it to improve the dance."
"And it would be unbelievingly freaking COOL if Kami was in the Game again!" Hiroshi squealed.
"Cut it out, guys," Ken said. "I won't fucking dance with HIM! Daisuke…"
"Are you mad, Ken?" Hiroshi said. "Kami's our chance. Daisuke can wait for the next Game. He hasn't even passed the Challenges yet!"
"That's true, right, Dai?" Junpei asked. Daisuke felt sick as if something stuck in his throat but he managed a small nod.
"I never said I'm gonna be in the Game," Yamato said.
"PLEASE!" Hiroshi was about to go on his knees. "Ken, tell him! You've gotta dance with Kami! That way we'll win for sure! Kami-sama, I'll do anything but please join this game!"
"Beg me all you want but I won't go back," Yamato said and picked his belongings up. "So shut up and deal. And I've got to go home. Dad's visiting tonight." With that he disappeared in the twilight.
"Damn!" Hiroshi said. "Ken, you tell him! Dai, please?"
"Fuck off, traitors," Ken muttered and gathered his bag. "Are you coming, Dai?"
Daisuke nodded. Now was the chance to finally discuss everything with Ken without being at each other's throats.
"Ken, wanna go to my place?"
"No, I'm busy today. Let's go to a café."
"No, let's find somewhere quiet," Daisuke said, feeling outrageously dirty.
"WC?" Jun said with a smirk. "Can I hold a candle too?"
"Don't mind those suckers," Ken said. "You wanted to talk?"
"And something else too," Daisuke said trying hard not to blush.
Jun and Shu whistled as Ken and Daisuke went away from the terrace. In the dark Daisuke took his hand and pulled him closer. He wanted to kiss him so much, right now. He couldn't stand the distance anymore.
"Ken," he said. The genius stopped and leant against the tree.
"What is it?"
Daisuke pulled against him and kissed him. It felt soooo good! Hot skin under Ken's light shirt made him excited. His hands dove under his shirt, his arms bringing Ken's torso closer. Daisuke moved his lips to Ken's ear and his tongue slid across the earlobe and higher to where tiny points from the piercing were visible.
"I love you," he whispered hoarsely. "Let's not fight anymore, okay?"
"What's with the seme manners?" Ken joked. "I'm the seme here."
"I missed you!" Daisuke said. He breathed the smell of sweat from Ken's hair and skin and it made his head swim. Ken dropped his bag, locked his arms around Daisuke's waist and frenched him deeply. Just when they got to the part with playing and biting tongues, the soccer player stopped the kiss.
"Why did you ignore me? I couldn't figure you out. What happened between you and Yamato?"
"You're scary when you're jealous," Ken said and tried to continue kissing.
"Sure I'm jealous! Tell me everything!"
Ken leant back with a defeated sigh. "Don't get me started on that bastard," he muttered. He ran his hand through Daisuke's hair. "He ruined my dance, and now everyone thinks he should be my partner for the Game.."
"You'll have better chances with him at the Game," Daisuke said firmly. Ken's hand dropped to his side and his eyes turned to slits.
"Daisuke?"
"I'm just thinking on your level, Ken," Daisuke murmured. He hid his face into his shoulder and touched his neck with his lips. He had such a tasty skin. "He is Kami. Great reputation. Great dancer. Lots of experience. More chances to win. He is useful. That's the only thing that counts. That's what you're thinking," Daisuke whispered, "Right?"
He felt Ken's back go tense at these words.
"Daisuke, what the fuck?" Ken said evenly. "I hate him…"
"I saw how you danced with him, alright? I won't get to that level by the time the Game starts. And you must win. I know you well enough, Ken, to know you want him." Daisuke took a deep breath, "I like you, Ken. If you don't need me anymore, let me just stay with you?"
Daisuke waited for his answer. He told the truth, didn't he? That he knew that Ken was using him just like he would use anyone else. Or rather, letting Daisuke use him, playing with him. Daisuke wanted to be seduced so Ken seduced him. In turn Ken did with him as he pleased. Now that Yamato was there, Daisuke was not needed. But he didn't want Ken to say that he didn't love him anymore.
"You can stop seeing me anytime, if you don't want to, Ken," Daisuke said.
Ken jerked his shoulder and Daisuke raised his head.
Ichijouji didn't know what to say. Of course, Daisuke figured everything out right, that he was only paying him and using him. It showed that Daisuke was not the same old airhead, that he grew some sense with that muscles. But for some reason - maybe it was the way that Daisuke said it – Ken was mad. He was mad at himself. He didn't want to hurt Daisuke… He didn't want him to think that Ken was that sort of a bastard. Though there was no denying that he was a bastard, right.
"You really think I'm doing this only because I need to win the Game?" Ken asked with slight disappointment.
"I don't know…"
"Alright. I need Kami. But he won't listen to me."
"Make him. I'll help you. Tell me what to do."
For a moment Ken had nothing to say. So, Daisuke was prepared to betray his goodness for him.. Dear, dear Daisuke, the role of a bastard doesn't suit you at all. He smiled, "Thanks." He put his arm around his neck and kissed him softly on lips. Daisuke closed his eyes and wondered if Ken really liked kissing him but he didn't want to know the answer so he didn't ask.
That evening, after he saw Ken to the station, Daisuke went to Yamato's apartment. His father was there watching TV, and the soccer boy stopped to say everything he wanted by the door to avoid any questions.
"Yamato-san, take my place at the Game," Daisuke said quietly, "I think this is the best for Ken and me, because I don't feel ready for the Game."
"Dai, are you MAD?" Yamato whispered back.
"Please! I never wanted this Game from the start. I was only trying to save Ken!"
"But what about Ken? Will he be okay with it?"
"Yeah, he'll be fine. I'll explain everything to him. He's not stupid. And you're the best."
Yamato pressed his lips in a thin line. Daisuke could almost see it in his eyes how he wanted to go back to the Game. Something was holding him from giving in. But Yamato was the type who would do anything for his friends, and that was what Ken told him to act upon.
"Please?" he asked. "Yamato-san, please?"
"Okay."
Daisuke drew a lopsided grin on his face, "COOL! Thanks, Yamato! You're a great friend. I just can't wait to tell Ken! I'll be going!"
"Yeah… see you, Daisuke…"
Daisuke rushed out like he was on fire. Life had never before seemed so empty for him.
Somewhere around eleven at night Taichi called Ishida's apartment.
"What's up, Yama?" Taichi said. "Your friends told me you didn't show up at college today."
"I was practising with Ken and Daisuke," Yamato said.
"Ken?"
"Ichijouji genius. Daisuke's partner for the Game. Didn't he tell you?"
Taichi whistled. "He didn't." And after a heavy pause, "So, what were you practicing? You talked to Daisuke?"
Taichi's voice wasn't in the least enthusiastic and warm and the blond shifted in the chair uneasily.
"Dancing. They need my help. Wasn't it you who sent Daisuke to me?"
Taichi sighed heavily, "But it was your choice to help them. And?"
"I'm in the Game, Taichi," Yamato said softly. There was a moment of menacing silence.
"You know I hate it," Taichi said. His voice was full of ice but Yamato knew that he was going to snap any second.
"Look, I'm not gonna make the same mistakes, Tai!"
"You always say this," Taichi responded. "And then you pass out at my door, drunk, drugged and fucked in all possible places!" he shouted. Yamato blanched.
"Tai, I promise…"
"Promise! I'm fed up with your promises! Last time you promised that you will NEVER fucking dance there!"
Yamato clenched the phone, restraining himself from shouting back.
"I kept the promise, Tai. For two goddammed years…"
"Well, ain't ya happy that you can swing your cute round ass again, huh! Have fun, Yamato but don't go crawling to me when you feel like shit and-"
Yamato slammed the receiver down and sent the phone flying from the table.
You bastard, Taichi! I did everything you wanted me to! I gave up dancing for you! I gave up smoking, drinking and clubbing! Yamato snatched a cigarette from the pack his father left behind and lit it furiously. That should cool him off a bit…
Anyway Taichi had every right to be angry. After all, he took more care of him than anyone else in the world when Yamato was dancing in the Game four years ago. After each Game he practically nursed him back to life. Drugs, crazy dancing, sex, booze was always a part of the Game, and as the winner Yamato was always in the centre of it. Taichi was the only person he could ask for help. But it was painful for his best friend to see him like this. And because Yamato loved Taichi, he didn't want to hurt him. That's why he quit. That's why he didn't want to dance again.
The blond took a deep reassuring drag from his cigarette. Will Tai hate him now? Will he finally lose his best friend? Taichi didn't even know that he meant everything in the world for him… And probably will never know. Two years ago Yamato didn't have the heart to tell him that he loved him because he was afraid that Taichi could hate him, and now Taichi positively hated him.
Yamato crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and sat up in his chair.
Anyway, the dancing starts tomorrow.
tsuzuku…
A/n I feel like I owe you an explanation. For half a year I haven't updated anything. I've been BUSY and LAZY. And I've become addicted to Naruto, so the plot bunnies under my bed were discussing OroSasu rather than Daiken.
I changed my homepage in my profile. By the way you can find in Miscellaneous section the music for Ken's dance. (okay, it's here http/wormmonsoul. to update soon… Still, Orochimaru is soooo cool…