Finding Obsolescence
A Day in the Life (and then some)

by Lavender Feline

Pretending to be sick was easy for Daisuke, he'd had a lot of practice. After skipping about a day a week of junior high to avoid the misery of it all, Daisuke knew exactly what he was doing.

First, get up way too early in the morning and make loud barfing sounds in the bathroom. Parents will still be too tired to get up and check, but they'll definitely notice the noise. Then, fill the toilet with any dark colored soda and whipped cream. Stir vigorously. Knock on parents door and give them wide eyed look hurt look. Point to toilet. Voila! You're home from school for the day!

"It musta been something I ate, mom," Daisuke said, half moaning. It was about noon, and Daisuke was making sure his mother knew just how painfully sick he was, so he couldn't possibly make it to the second half of the school day.

"Well, it's no wonder, with all the junk you eat. You need to start taking real lunches to school instead of getting burgers all the time, you hear me?"

Daisuke started to correct her. 'No, I just eat candy bars out of the vending machines, not burgers!' But he decided that wouldn't help his case any. Instead, he nodded solemnly. "I know, mom. I will."

"Well, I hope you're alright with Jun watching after you, your father and I have an important party at his company to go to, and we won't be back until late tonight." She frowned, feeling his forehead for a temperature.

Repressing the urge to grin, Daisuke nodded slowly. "It's okay, mom. Have fun. I'm just gonna sleep." He shut his eyes tightly for good measure.

"Well... okay. I'll have Jun make you some chicken soup later." She kissed his forehead and left the room.

Daisuke held his breath and stayed very still until he heard the front door close. "YES!" 'This is WAY too perfect! A day off of school AND I can do whatever I want!' Daisuke threw the covers back and sat up, grinning widely. "And I know exactly where I'm gonna go..."

"Hey, squirt." Jun was standing in the doorway, smirking. "Sick, huh?"

Daisuke froze, eyes wide. 'Damn. I forgot about her.' "Uh... yep! But I suddenly feel way better! So, I'm gonna go to Ken's house and study! Don't wanna fall back on my studies, no no!"

Jun shook her head, grinning. "Why'd you skip school, huh? Afraid to face your ex-girlfriend, or..." her grin widened. "Afraid everyone will notice how gay you are?"

Daisuke scowled at her. "Shut up! I just... wanted a day to... get used to it." His gaze sank to the floor. He felt stupid, but he knew that today all everyone would notice is that he'd been dumped for Hikari, and he didn't really wanna get that much attention. Not today.

"Aw, my poor baby brother." Jun smiled sweetly. "You did need a day off, huh?"

Daisuke's eyes widened and sparkled. 'She... she's being nice! Maybe she understands me after all!'

"So, I won't tell mom and dad."

"Thanks, neechan!" Daisuke beamed at her, relieved. 'Maybe it's true! Maybe once you get older you get along with your siblings!'

"...If." Jun's sweet grin slowly changed into a smirk.

Daisuke didn't like the way that looked at all. "If...?"

"If you let me dress you up! After all, you're going to Ken's for that reason, right?"

"What reason?" Daisuke blinked at her.

"Oh, I'm not stupid, Daisuke. You're going over there to ask him out!" She looked smug. "I don't blame you, he is pretty. But... you can't just go like that."

Daisuke frowned and looked down at himself. He was wearing shorts and an old t-shirt. What was wrong with that?

"Just let me help you get ready! I promise it'll make him positively swoon."

"...Swoon, huh?" Daisuke grinned. He'd like to see Ken swoon. It sounded kinda funny. "...I guess... but I don't have any fancy clothes..."

"Oh, don't worry! I got you some!" Jun grabbed Daisuke's wrist and tugged him towards her room.

"You... got me clothes?" Suddenly he was suspicious again. This was too nice.

"Of course! I can't let my gay little brother dress as bad as a straight guy, can I?"

"Well... if you put it that way..." Daisuke frowned. "Wait a minute... what's wrong with my clothes?"

"Oh, nothing, except that they're boring and dirty! You need to dress cuter if you're going to attract hot men!" Jun tugged him into her room and went to the closet and began digging around.

Daisuke sighed and sat on the end of her bed, picking up one of her many teddy bears and staring at it. "Why do I have to be cute? Can't I be hot and sexy?"

Jun laughed. "I'm sorry, little brother, but you're much more the cute type. Go with your talents. You've got big puppy dog eyes like mine. Guys go gaga for them... if you know how to use them right."

"I dunno if I want them to go gaga." Daisuke made a face. He wasn't sure what 'going gaga' entailed, but it didn't sound very attractive.

"Now, don't worry... just... trust me." Jun spun around. In one hand she held a hanger on which hung a fuku. But this wasn't the fuku Daisuke recognized from her old high school. This thing had the full sailor look, blue and red, with a big bow in front. In her other hand she held patent leather mary janes and what appeared to be those ridiculous 'baggy socks' the girls in middle school wore.

Daisuke was already halfway across the room when Jun grabbed him. "I am NOT wearing that!" He struggled, trying to get out of her grip. "NO way! I'm not a cross dresser!"

"No, but you could be!" Jun said brightly.

"But I'm not gonna be! I'll get laughed at!" He pulled one arm out of her clutches and began struggling to get the other one back.

"You don't wear it to Ken's and I'll tell mom and dad you were faking sick." Jun's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Daisuke paused, considering. Which was worse? "...I don't care."

"You don't wear it to Ken's and I'll tell mom and dad you were faking sick AND what you DO late at night."

Daisuke's eyes went huge. "You wouldn't."

"I was permanently scarred the other morning, y'know. You owe me."

Daisuke felt himself go limp. The thought of the talks he'd get from his dad, and the look on his mother's face were enough to make him give in. Having Ken laugh at him wasn't nearly as bad as dealing with years of lectures and guilt. "Fine. But I'm wearing a coat... a really big coat on the way over there... I don't wanna get molested on the train."

"Okay!" Jun squealed and jumped up, going through her drawers. "I'm so happy, Daisuke! I'm so glad that you're gay! I've dreamt of this day for so long!"

Daisuke blinked, a pair of pink silk panties getting thrown into his lap. He sighed heavily and tugged off his shirt, preparing to change. It was going to be the most humiliating day of his life.

Fifteen minutes later, Daisuke decided that girls were much crazier than he'd ever thought, and was more certain than ever that he was gay. After all, why would he want to live with a woman again when he'd had to grow up with Jun in the house!

'Besides,' Daisuke wondered, staring into the mirror. 'It took fifteen minutes just to get this stupid outfit on... and Jun's still gonna do my,' he sighed heavily. 'makeup.'

Wondering how girls dealt with it every day, Daisuke sat down, watching Jun loot through her ridiculously large makeup bag. Still, he was glad this part was almost over. He thought he'd never get over the trauma of having Jun adjust his panties. 'Not my fault they didn't fit right...' He squirmed slightly, scowling. 'They're still not comfortable. And the stupid socks... why'd it take her five minutes just to make 'em bunch up right? They don't look any better than they did before.'

"Aha!" Jun stood, holding a tube of lipstick into the air triumphantly. 'I knew I had this color!"

"Just get it over with," Daisuke said, puckering his lips.

"Okay, relax 'em." Jun grabbed his cheeks and pulled on them. "Relax your face!"

"Ow ow ow ow ow!"

"Okay, that's better."

Daisuke tried to stay still as she slowly applied the lipstick. He only fidgeted a little when she put on the blush. But when she put that little black pencil near his eye he jumped back and kicked her in the face.

"OW!" She stood, rubbing her nose and glaring at him. "What was that for!"

"You're gonna stab me!" He licked his lips and wrinkled his nose. "This stuff tastes bad. Feels funny, too."

"Hah! Lick it all you want, that stuff's waterproof! It won't come off unless you use makeup remover, same as all the other stuff I'm using, and you don't get that until you come back from Ken's."

Daisuke sighed in defeat. "You're gonna stab me," he repeated sadly.

"I am not. Just shut your eyes and shut your mouth and sit still."

Daisuke did so reluctantly, knowing that if he didn't she might really stab him. After a few minutes of wincing and blinking when he wasn't supposed to, Jun sat back and nodded. "Okay!" She giggled happily. "You look so cute!"

Daisuke opened his eyes and frowned. "Yeah, right."

"No, no, c'mere and look!" She waved him over to the full length mirror that hung on the back of her door. "See?"

Daisuke's jaw dropped and he stared at himself quietly for a long moment.

"See! You're cute!" Jun would have hugged him, but she didn't want to mess up all her hard work.

"I am not! I look stupid!" Daisuke stared at the odd looking girl that was his reflection. "Ken's gonna laugh at me."

"He won't if he has good taste!" Jun smiled. "Just trust me!"

"No," Daisuke grumbled. "But I have to go anyway or you'll ruin my life."

"Yep!" Jun beamed and handed him the shoes. "Oh, one more thing," she said, reaching for his head. "The goggles have to go."

Grabbing them and ducking out of her reach quickly, Daisuke glared at her. "No way!"

"But they don't go with the dress, and-"

"I don't care." Daisuke was practically growling. "They're mine. Don't touch them."

Jun blinked at him, then grinned. She looked smug. Daisuke hated it when she looked smug, it always meant she knew something he didn't. "Fine. You can keep the goggles, but they're not cute."

"I don't care." Daisuke stuck his tongue out at her. "I'm going now, before you do anything to make me look stupider."

"Fine. Have a lovely trip!" She smiled and waved at him.

Before leaving the house, Daisuke went into his parents room and retrieved his father's large winter coat. It didn't quite cover the socks and shoes, but at least you couldn't tell he was wearing a skirt. 'I could be wearing shorts under it... no one will know!' Daisuke tried to convince himself.

Ken couldn't have been more shocked to see what was on the other side of his front door at 2:00 pm that afternoon.

Daisuke was panting heavily, looking half-terrified. "Ken."

"...Daisuke?" Ken's eyes widened. "Is that you?" Daisuke was lucky that Ken was even home on a school day, but he was getting over a flu and his mother was overprotective.

Wincing, Daisuke nodded. "Yeah. 'Fraid so."

Ken stepped aside to let his friend in, staring at him curiously. "Did... you lose a bet?" He frowned. "Is this some sort of hazing for the soccer club?"

Daisuke sighed and shook his head, kicking off the shoes - 'stupid, stupid girl shoes, owww my feet hurt' - and dropping the coat - 'stupid, stupid coat, oh god it's so hot' - and going to the couch to sit. He fanned himself, breathing heavily. "Jeez, it's hot out there."

Ken's eyes hurt from being so wide. "D-Daisuke!"

Daisuke frowned at him. "What?"

"Y-you.. what are you wearing!"

Looking down at himself, Daisuke blushed furiously. "Shit. I forgot. Jun made me! It's not my fault!"

Ken took a deep breath and calmed himself. He was used to strange things happening after being friends with Daisuke for so long, he could handle this. He sat down next to his friend on the couch and tried to smile. "What did you do to deserve this?"

"Nothing," Daisuke scowled, turning to face Ken, one leg up on the couch, the other on the floor.

Ken's eyes went huge again, but this time he blushed. "Y-you must have done something."

"Agh!" Yanking his legs together again, Daisuke pouted. "Sorry. She... she's evil." He blushed harder. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Ken grinned finally, somewhat amused by the position his friend was in. "What did she do, burn all your clothes?"

"No, she's blackmailing me." Daisuke sighed. "And this isn't bad enough. I had to take the train over here. At least it wasn't during rush hour," he mumbled. "I already got leered at. I dunno what I woulda done if some perverted old man grabbed my ass." He turned and gave Ken a confused look, accompanied by big watery eyes. "I was wearing the coat! They couldn't see the stupid fuku! Why were they staring at me like that!"

Ken barely kept himself from laughing. "Daisuke," he said in a slow voice. "You're wearing makeup... and schoolgirl socks. You... probably looked like you were wearing something much worse under the coat than a fuku."

Daisuke suddenly wished he could shrink down and hide, never to be found again. He grabbed a small couch pillow and buried his face in it, determined not to blush that much in front of Ken. "...Oh," he squeaked, feeling about as humiliated as he ever had. "I... didn't think of that."

Ken smiled and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Daisuke. I'm sure you'll never see any of those people again."

Daisuke nodded, slightly cheered by this. "Yeah, guess you're right." He smiled and winked at Ken. "But what do you think of my sister's hideous job?"

Ken cocked his head and considered, then smirked. "You'd make a very cute girl, Daisuke."

Daisuke scowled. "Shut up. I look stupid as hell."

"Yes. But in a cute way."

Daisuke glared at him for a long moment, and finally decided that the best way to fix this was to hit Ken with the pillow he was holding.

Ken's jaw dropped and he gave Daisuke an affronted look. "What was that for?"

"For making fun of me!" Daisuke smirked, feeling quite triumphant.

"I wasn't-" Ken started, then scowled. "This means war."

"Hah. Like you have any chances of winning against me." Daisuke smirked, slowly standing and reaching for a larger pillow.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Ken dove for the pillow and grabbed it before Daisuke could, smacking him across the face with it.

"Hey!" Daisuke swung his own pillow for a counter attack, but Ken jumped out of the way and he missed, the momentum throwing his body off balance.

Ken took the opportunity to hit Daisuke in the face again, but the moment Daisuke was back on his feet, he ran for his room, where the really big pillows were.

Laughing, Daisuke chased him down the hall, only slipping a little a throw rug, and threw his pillow at Ken as the purple haired boy reached the bed.

"Oof-" Ken grunted, getting hit in the back of the head and falling onto the bed face first.

"Hah! I've got you where I want you, now!" Daisuke grinned evilly and approached the other boy slowly, then suddenly sprung towards him, planning to land on him and suffocate him with any pillow within reach, but Ken rolled out of the way and Daisuke landed on his face.

"You do, do you?" Ken's voice asked, sounding slightly evil. He whacked Daisuke on the ass with his pillow and grinned smugly. "I win."

Daisuke lay still for a very long moment before rolling over quickly and grabbing Ken's arm. Completely taken off-guard, Ken fell off balance, and onto Daisuke. Their faces were centimeters apart.

"Sorry," Ken said, blushing softly. He tried to get up, but Daisuke wrapped his arms around Ken's back and held him in place.

"I love you," Daisuke said, then pressing his lips to Ken's.

Ken froze, every muscle in his body tense. He panicked. What was he supposed to do?

Noticing the lack of reply to the kiss, Daisuke stopped and frowned. "What?"

Ken's face was turning blue.

"Hey! Breathe!" Daisuke whacked him on the back hard.

"Oof-" Ken exhaled sharply and took a deep breath before speaking. "D-Daisuke, I... I don't... I... don't really feel... um..."

Daisuke pouted, noticing Ken's panic. "Okay, okay, I don't really love you. But I need a boyfriend. C'mon, Ken, go out with me, okay?" He put on his best puppy dog eyes and pouted further.

Ken sighed, relieved, then scowled at him, pulling away from him and sitting on the other side of the bed - far, far away from Daisuke. "Daisuke, I can't."

"Aw, c'mon!" Daisuke sat up and tried to look pitiful. "I need a cute boyfriend! You're cute!"

Ken felt a large sweatdrop form on the back of his head. "No. I'm already-"

"But I'll be a good boyfriend, I promise! I'll even pay on our dates... when I have money... and buy you roses and stuff! Pleeeease?" Daisuke whined.

Running a hand through his hair, Ken sighed again, completely exasperated. "I can't date you, Daisuke. I'm seeing someone else."

Daisuke's jaw dropped. "Seeing someone else! Who! Why didn't you tell me! Don't you trust me! You like him better than me or what! What's so great about him!"

Ken looked slightly guilty. "I didn't mean to hide it, but-" His eyes narrowed suddenly. "What do you mean 'him'? Why do you assume it's a male?"

"Because! You're so gay, Ken. It was pretty obvious." Daisuke grinned widely.

Doing his best to remember that Daisuke probably meant it as some sort of compliment, Ken held in his claws and continued. "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just didn't know how you felt about... men dating other men."

"Oh, I don't care! Except..." He frowned, looking thoughtful.

"Except what?" Ken asked, worried.

"Except you're another one of my friends that's gay. Do you think everyone is? Maybe it isn't me, but something is going on here..." Daisuke brightened. "Hey, I bet it's that we're all chosen children! We all have that in common, right?"

Ken looked amused. "I suppose so."

"So anyway, WHO is he!" Daisuke sat forward, looking at Ken intently. "'Cause if he's not cool enough, you have to dump him to date me. 'Cause you're my best friend."

"Daisuke... just because I'm your best friend doesn't mean-"

"WHO IS HE!"

Ken jumped slightly. "Yamato-san."

Jaw falling open, Daisuke stared at Ken with wide eyes. 'Yamato-san isn't having sex with Taichi-senpai?' Daisuke felt his masturbatory fantasy crumble like dust. 'But... guess that means he's not with Taichi-senpai either...' Daisuke grinned. 'Not that I care!'

Watching Daisuke's expression shift from one to the other, Ken finally waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you alright?"

Brought out from his thoughts suddenly, Daisuke nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay, but... you're dating Yamato-san? ...Does Taichi-senpai know?"

"Actually, he-"

The doorbell rang.

Ken jumped slightly, glancing back out of his room. "I have to get that."

Daisuke hopped up and followed him curiously. "Who is it?"

Ken didn't answer him. Instead, he hurried to the front door and opened it, practically beaming when he saw his boyfriend standing on the other side.

"Y-you're early," Ken said, blushing softly.

"Sorry... band practice ended early and I-" Yamato's eyes widened. "What... is... Daisuke!"

Daisuke frowned at him. "Yeah... what?"

"Y-your... clothing..." Yamato's lips quirked up into a smile. "Very nice... fuku..."

"Agh!" Daisuke blushed brightly and scowled. "It was Jun! SHE did this to me! It's not my faul-" Daisuke froze as he saw the person walking up the stairs behind Yamato.

"Hey, Yamato, why'm I carrying all the-" Taichi paused, frowning at them. "What's everybody staring at?"

Daisuke froze to the spot, eyes wide, as Taichi's head turned. 'I should run... I could hide in the bathroom till they're gone, and-'

"Daisuke!" Taichi asked, looking like he might laugh at any moment.

'Shit.' Daisuke waved, a miserable expression on his face. "H-hey... Taichi-senpai."

Pursing his lips, Taichi looked Daisuke up and down for a long moment. "Well, at least you got the legs for it."

Daisuke felt his face get warm from all the blushing.

"Taichi, be nice." Yamato whacked him on the head. "Come on, I've got cooking to do." He took the shopping bags from Taichi and headed towards the kitchen.

Distracted by his boyfriend, Ken followed Yamato into the kitchen and completely forgot about Daisuke's predicament.

Daisuke watched as the happy couple left the room, miserable. 'Why me! I'm gonna kill my stupid sister if it's the last thing I-'

"So, what's the occasion?" Taichi asked, flopping onto the couch. "Costume party I didn't know about?" He smirked widely. "This why you skipped school?"

Daisuke scowled, too embarrassed for words. "It's not funny. Jun made me."

"Yeah? Why?" Taichi chuckled, patting the couch next to him. "You do something horrible to her?"

"No." Daisuke walked over and sat next to Taichi, sighing, hands folded nervously in his lap. "She blackmailed me. I had to."

Snickering, Taichi nodded. "Sounds like her. Your sister's scary."

"She's also dead," Daisuke grumbled. "I'm gonna kill her..."

"Why? It's not that bad." Taichi sat back, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"Yes it is! I look stupid! And you all just think it's funny!" His thoughts unable to keep up with his words, Daisuke continued. "I just wanted to get Ken to go out with me so I'd have a cute boyfriend and I wouldn't be such a reject but he's going out with Yamato-san and he didn't even tell me till today when I kissed him, and-"

"You kissed Ken?" Taichi smirked. "Better not tell Yamato."

Daisuke sighed heavily. "Wasn't supposed to say all that stuff," he mumbled, defeated.

"Aw, c'mon." Taichi ruffled Daisuke's hair. "Don't get depressed. You don't look stupid."

"Yeah, right." Daisuke grumbled, turning to glare at Taichi. "You're just saying that, but really you think it's funny or something."

Taichi frowned. "Hey, now, I wouldn't lie. If I thought you looked stupid, I'd say so."

"Yeah? Then how DO you think I look!"

"...Sexy." Taichi smirked, the ruffling of Daisuke's hair slowed to a petting, his hand sliding down the back of Daisuke's head to his neck.

Daisuke shuddered, otherwise frozen to the spot. "Y-you... you..." 'Taichi-senpai thinks I'm sexy! But... wait a minute. He's just making fun of me or... maybe he's just saying that 'cause he says that kinda stuff to everyone. Stupid, Daisuke, stupid! You know he's a flirt... he's just saying it to tease you, that's all!' "Shut up." Daisuke jumped up, pulling away from Taichi quickly. "Bye, Ken!" he called into the kitchen. "I'll call you later! And uh... sorry about the whole boyfriend thing! I'll find another one!"

Taichi watched as Daisuke ran out of the apartment, confused.

"Hey, baby. Cute uniform," a young man said, winking at Daisuke.

Daisuke scowled, a bright blush on his face. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid! I can't believe I forgot my coat...' He reached down, tugging on the skirt nervously, wishing it was longer.

It was rush hour and Daisuke was crammed into a train full of businessmen and college students getting off of work and school. He sighed, reaching down to pull up one of the socks. 'I dunno how girls wear these stupid things, they keep falling down...'

He jumped, standing up straight, eyes wide. He'd felt something that was undeniably his ass being pinched. 'Wha... what the...' "Agh!" He froze, unsure of what to do. 'I knew stuff like this happened on TV, but in real life! Don't they know I'm a boy!' His jaw dropped, a horrifying thought entering his mind. 'Ewwww, maybe they DO!'

Then it happened again. He spun around, radiating a red glow from the combination of blushing and anger. "Who the hell did that!" 'What kinda pervert molests little boys, huh! Just 'cause I'm cross-dressing doesn't mean I'm a slut!'

Another pinch, this time from the other side. He turned, trying to spot who'd done it, but no one was looking his way. "WHO THE HELL DID THAT!" 'I'm gonna kill Jun... gonna strangle her, and stab her, and make her suffer!' He trembled slightly, nervous and angry.

Another pinch. This time it wasn't on his ass, though, it was on his leg, on bare skin. "AGH! You PERVERT!" Daisuke grabbed the hand quickly and yanked it into the air, finally spotting the man.

He looked like he was in his late forties, and his hair was already turning gray. He pulled his arm away, looking sheepish. Averting his eyes, he pocketed his hands, apparently hoping that Daisuke would drop it.

'What the- this guy's practically as old as my dad! And he... he touched me! He touched my ass!' Shuddering violently from disgust, Daisuke yelled as loud as he could. "You stupid old pervert!" Stomping on the man's foot hard with the heel of his shoe, Daisuke was relieved to hear the beep that signaled the train coming to a stop. Staying just long enough to enjoy the pained moan the man emitted, he then squeezed through the crowd and began running, not intending on stopping until he got home.

He was happy when he finally opened the door to his apartment. He'd reached home safely, and only mildly molested. Grumbling loudly, he stomped to Jun's bedroom, steam radiating from him. 'Must... kill...'

"Hey, little brother!" Jun smiled and sat down her manga, sitting up on her bed. "So, how'd it go?"

Daisuke decided that he needn't say anything. Instead, he went for the direct approach. She emitted a satisfying scream when he lunged for her, his hands grabbing for her throat.

"Agh! Stop it!" She hit him on the head repeatedly with her book. "What are you doing! Trying to kill me!"

"YES! I AM!" Daisuke winced, backing off. He was beginning to get a headache from the beatings.

"Why? Didn't go well?" Jun frowned, looking slightly worried.

"Didn't... no! It didn't go well! In fact, it SUCKED! Ken's already got a boyfriend and Taichi-senpai came over and SAW ME. LIKE THIS. I'm never gonna live it down!"

"Ken-kun has a boyfriend? Who?" Jun smiled, completely ignoring her brother's rage.

Daisuke's eyes sparkled and with his hands on his hips, he let out the best evil laugh he'd ever done. 'Whoa, I need to figure out how to do that on cue!' "He's dating YAMATO-SAN."

Eyes watering up quickly, Jun's face crumpled. "Y-Yamato-kun is... gay!"

"That's right." Daisuke grinned, feeling smug, and wondering if he could do that cool evil laugh again.

"But... what's Ken-kun got that I don't! I'm prettier than him!" Jun wailed.

"...A dick?"

Frowning, Jun nodded. "I guess... if Yamato-kun is gay, then..." Her eyes widened suddenly and she began to emit sparkles. "Yamato-kun is gay! That means no other woman can ever have him and he's having hot gay sex!"

Daisuke sulked abruptly, his plans of destroying his sister's life ruined. "Wha... you're happy?"

"Of course I am! The next best thing to having Yamato-kun as my boyfriend is getting to see him with another boy!" She squealed, pulling a pillow to her chest and huggling it. "We should invite them to dinner so I can watch them cuddle!"

Sighing heavily, Daisuke shook his head, at a loss for words. Grabbing the makeup remover from Jun's desk, he retreated to the bathroom to rid himself of the dreaded fuku and general girliness.

When he finally exited the bathroom, Daisuke's face was raw and red. 'Stupid makeup remover... took forever to get the crap off.' He poked his cheek wincing. 'Now my face's all sore from scrubbing it!'

He collapsed onto his bed and sighed, staring hatefully at the fuku that lay in the corner. 'Stupid Jun. Stupid fuku. Stupid Ken. Stupid Yamato-san. Stupid Taichi-senpai.' He paused, sliding his gaze from the uniform to the photo next to his bed. There was the group picture the chosen children had taken at last year's Christmas party. His scowl faded into a soft grin as he stared at it, remembering it. He stood between Ken and Taichi, with Takeru and Iori sitting in front of them. The rest of the children were gathered around them, smiling, waving, making peace signs. 'That was a cool party. Taichi-senpai and I ate that whole cake ourselves, and-'

He sat up abruptly, scowling at the blanket. 'Taichi-senpai said... he said I was sexy...' He glanced up at the fuku nervously. 'What if he meant it?' His eyes glazed over immediately and took a long shuddering breath, images of Taichi showing him just how sexy he thought he was.

'Maybe he did... maybe if I wear it again, he'll-'

"Daisuke! I'm gonna order some takeout, you want anything?" Jun called from outside his room.

Jumping, the thoughts gone as quickly as they'd come, he called back. "Yeah, just a second!"

Getting up and pulling on some old baggy pajamas, Daisuke grabbed the fuku and threw it into the back of his closet. 'I gotta get me a real boyfriend. Otherwise I'll start thinking like that all the time.'