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A/N: well, it seemed only one person reviewed the last chappie. I don't care! this fic is purely for my own pleasure . I'm having fun writing it, wish some people would've enjoyed reading it : ah well. Your lose! XP
Thank you Sapphire Luna lova ya
Love = Headache
It was the night before the big game. The next day they would be facing Tamachi. The Tamachi, the champions, the best, the biggest team out there. Normally, he wouldn't let such facts get to him... but he did promise not to fall inlove...
"Hey there, super star! Having trouble going to sleep?"
Daisuke sighed as Yamato entered his room. He didn't need pep talks, least of all from the father who knew less about soccer. But then again, his problem wasn't about soccer, was it?
"Yeah..."
"Nasty thoughts?"
The man sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at his adopted son kindly.
"Kind off..."
"Can't blame ya. That Ichijouji guy is one hot cutey..."
"DAD!"
"Yama, don't harass him!"
Taichi's voice came from the other room, causing Yamato to chuckle.
"Hit the spot, eh?"
Daisuke didn't answer, only murmured as he turned to lie on his side, his back to Yamato.
"I know this is a big game for you, but don't let it get to you."
"It's not that."
"Then what are you worried about?"
Biting his lip, the teen sat up and sighed.
"I'm worried about us losing."
At the raised eyebrow, he continued.
"Not from the actual game. I'm gonna play my best and so will everyone on the team, that's not the point. Our opponent is a strong one, so the chance of losing is there. But I'm not afraid of the actual lose, but..."
"The consequences."
"Yeah."
"I'm sure Miyako-chan appreciates it, and won't hold it against you, Dai."
That didn't seem to help.
"She really loves soccer, dad. She's the coolest girl I know. I'd hate her being forced off the team."
"I'd like to see anyone who forces her off. They'd have to go through me first. But other than that, you really seem to care for her."
"She's my best friend. Girl or not, it's my job to look after her."
For the first time in a while, Daisuke didn't even pout when Yamato ruffled his hair.
"That's how it's supposed to be. I'm proud of you."
"Will you be at the game tomorrow?"
There was a pause, followed by a low sigh.
"I don't want to make promises..."
"...I might be forced to break."
Years of bitter experiences left their mark.
"Would you rather I lied to you?"
"No... I'd have liked that even less."
Having nothing more to say, Yamato kissed Daisuke's forehead, feeling somewhat relief as no resistance was put against the show of parental affection.
"Tomorrow's a big day. Sleep well, Dai."
"I'll try, dad, I sure will try."
-
Closing the door silently behind him, Yamato sighed again as he made his way to the living room. As always before one of Daisuke's game, Taichi was seated on the couch, arms crossed, a look of deep worry on his face. Yamato knew it just showed how much his partner in life cared, but he wished he wouldn't have made such a face.
"How long will it be before you stop looking like that before any one of his games?"
"How long will it be before you stop lecturing me like this?"
Came the rather distant reply.
"Your days of playing are over."
"And I still regret it."
Sitting down next to him, Yamato wrapped his arms around Taichi's waist and pulled him close.
"Do you regret this?"
"You know I never could."
"I'm sorry I made you give up on your dream."
"I'm happy you didn't on yours."
"Love isn't always fair, is it?"
"Isn't that what makes it fun?"
He asked, turning to face his husband.
"Indeed..."
"DADS! YOU HAVE A ROOM FOR THAT!"
Both blinked in their son's room's direction before laughing.
"He has a point, I guess."
"Always the same before a soccer match."
"Amen."
-
"You could cut the air with a butter knife."
Daisuke commented as he stood next to Miyako while she was doing her warm-ups. It was the day of the game and the entire team was on edge, though be it in anticipation or fear, one could never tell.
"Can you blame them? Even if we win here, Tamachi's way ahead of us where it comes to points. We have to beat them by at least 5, and we all know that will never happen."
"I believe in miracles."
"You're the only one."
"You used to believe in 'em too."
"I... have my reasons for stopping."
Looking at part of the audience, Daisuke spotted several people giving Miyako the evil eye and knew each and every one of them was a dropout from the team.
'It's not as much as idioticy towards Miyako as much as it is towards the couch... like he'd let Miyako stay on the team a minute if any of them was just barely better than her... heck, even if they were just as good as her, with all the commotion they're making...'
They stopped when he glared back at them, making Miyako smile slightly. His glare, however, wasn't enough to push back those who stared at the girl for the sake of her somewhat tight uniform. She couldn't care less.
"They're unbelievable, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I guess..."
The attention was suddenly directed at the sides of the court where a green bus came to a stop.
"Looks like our opponents are here."
One by one, the Tamachi team members moved out of the bus, carrying their bags, trying to clear a path through all the fangirls which were probably waiting for the same person Daisuke and Miyako were.
"Say..."
"Hm?"
"Do you even know what the guy looks like?"
Miyako sniggered.
"Hardly. Whenever he's on TV my moms changed a channel. I stopped reading newspapers just because he's everywhere. I don't need to be reminded a demi god's about to kick our arses good everywhere I go."
"Same here."
The noise coming from the other court's end meant only one thing, and indeed, that thing happened. Towering over the sea of hyper girls stood one neatly dressed teen, sporting a rather noble pose and a rather shy mocking grin.
Miyako's eyes widened as an involuntary blush came to her cheeks, catching both her and Daisuke by surprise.
"Miya-kun?!"
She turned to him, embarrassed.
"Do, don't get the wrong idea! I, I just thought, he, he..."
Looking at the friendlier part of the crowd, she found a reason.
"...he looks so much like my Hikari-chan, how can I not blush upon seeing him?!"
Seeing her embarrassment, he let it slide.
"We're gonna lose, aren't we?"
Not the best change of subject he could come up with, but a change of subject nonetheless.
"Dai-chan, this is my last game on the team. You're gonna slack off on your play just because you think this is a lost battle... I'll never forgive you."
"Wha..."
He turned to stare at her, but the girl was already in her position on the field. Looking back at the god-send, he blinked as he tilted his head.
"She's right... he does look like Hikari-chan."
That line made the faint hint of blush disappear completely.
-
The game went on not quite as expected, probably due to the fact the other team's superstar was for some reason placed on the bench. Without him, the high and mighty Tamachi didn't seem to be all that. Therefore Daisuke wasn't the least bit surprised when a little teamwork between him and Miyako scored them a goal.
"See? Being a girl has nothing to do with it!"
Daisuke grinned as he ran to her.
"Don't be too happy. Wonder boy's entering the game."
The smile disappeared as her words became reality. The game was turned around, not really to anyone's surprise. Whenever they'd get the ball, Tamachi'd get it back, and score a goal. That wasn't what pissed Daisuke off. It was the feeling that the Tamachi wonderboy was mocking his best friend. What little respect the team in green had to Miyako after their joint goal seemed to disappear completely, all because Ken stole the ball from her once. But he hadn't seen all of it yet.
It was the middle of the second half when Ichijouji Ken himself went as low as to bluntly tackle Miyako.
Needless to say, the crowd didn't like it. At least, that part of the crowd which wasn't blind as to what the godsend was doing.
"I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL RIP HIS HEAD OFF AND DANCE ON HIS CORPSE!!!"
Hikari shouted, making quite a few Tamachi fans from the immediate surroundings give her the evil eye. Seeing, however, as she wouldn't change her mind, and her friends felt her feelings, they looked away.
"That really wasn't nice."
Takeru said as he nodded sagely.
"But, don't you think she's going overboard just a bit?"
The blond laughed at his boyfriend's uneasiness.
"What, I'd have acted the same way if someone pushed you, Iori-kun."
The boy had to blush and look away, allowing him to spot quite an out of place character.
"Taichi-san!"
The three turned to look at the adult who waved back, and immediately Hikari turned back to look at the field, yelling more death threats.
"I see the game isn't going that well."
He said, spotting the commotion created on the field.
"Ichijouji just pulled a foul on Miyako-san."
Iori reported, blushing a tad more as he felt Takeru wrap his arm around his shoulders.
"Doesn't make sense, the guy's supposed to be the god of soccer or something..."
"He was intimidated."
Taichi replied to Takeru's remark somewhat absent mindedly.
"I guess he's used to desperate play, but from the way it seemed on the sidelines, both Daisuke and Miyako-kun are playing quite confidentially."
Quite a crowd was gathered by now next to Miyako, Daisuke kneeling next to her. Apparently she was trying to hide it, but she was in pain.
"Is it because she's a girl..."
Takeru tried, but quickly had his head chewed off by Hikari. And Taichi.
"Nah, he's too good to let that get to him. Probably..."
His eyes narrowed at Daisuke turned from Miyako to Ken. It meant only one thing. Trouble.
-
"Oy! What's the big idea?!"
Daisuke yelled at Ken, not moving far away from Miyako. It was quite hard to get her off the field, as Odaiba players began arguing with Tamachi players. Ken simply stood there, looking at Miyako as though expecting the girl to lunge at him. All she did was rub her ankle and wonder just why was the referee only gave him a yellow card.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb, you pushed her!"
The two captains half entered a glaring contest, each team around them cheering its own leader.
"Yeah, I did."
"You even admit it?!"
"Would it matter if I won't?"
"You're pissing me off!"
"Daisuke!"
The call of his name and the gentle hand catching his own were enough to make the chocolate toned boy look away from his newly discovered rival and towards his best friend. Miyako was smiling, though her eyes seemed in pain.
"Get him on the field, or you'll get fouled too."
Both boys were amazed at her reaction, but soon acted accordingly. Daisuke motioned to his teammates to go back to positions while he helped get Miyako off the field. Ken just mumbled something to himself, not taking his eyes off the two.
"I'm ok, you go back to the field."
She said as he walked along side the stretcher.
"I won't forgive him. I definitely won't forgive him!"
"Dai-chan..."
"I'm gonna go over there, and..."
"Play like your life depended on it, because they do!"
He looked at her and bit his lip. She looked frighteningly serious...
"I mean it, Daisuke! My last game... play like you mean it..."
At the sight of tears, he turned away to glare at Ken.
"Ok... I got it. Don't you worry about a thing now."
He grinned at her reassuringly.
"I'll take him down... fair and square!"
She smiled as he rushed off, though she wasn't alone for a minute.
"Miyako-chan!!!"
She was quickly glomped by Hikari, who was scolded by the medical staff.
"Are you alright?!"
"As best as I can be."
"That's weird..."
Both girls blinked at the medic who examined Miyako's leg as he gave the girl a questioning look. She just winked at him and clapped her hands in a pleading manner. Hikari blinked again as the man smiled understandingly and put a rather useless bandage on her leg.
"Are you sure that's..."
"Thank you!"
The man left and Hikari was left clueless as Miyako wouldn't answer her questions. At least she seemed well enough, so the shorter girl joined her in watching the game as it resumed.
-
"That girl..."
Daisuke said as he passed by Ken on his way to his post. Ken looked at him, curious.
"...I'll make you pay for what you did to her."
The whistle was heard and the game resumed, again, without much change. If anything, Odaiba was losing worse now that Miyako was out. However, none of it seemed to matter to Daisuke as he kept his eyes away from the ball and on Ken. He managed to keep him from getting balls, from sending balls, to almost committing the same foul Ken did on Miyako... but he knew better. Miyako really wouldn't have forgave him.
It was five minutes before the end and it was a lost game to Odaiba. All the other players stopped playing, yet Daisuke kept on running as though he was on fire. The game didn't matter to him. One thing and one thing alone did.
Humiliate Ichijouji Ken.
And he had his chance. Ken got the ball, headed to the goal, and in the only chance he had, Daisuke skidded underneath him, sending the ball away, and the boy in green to the ground. The whistle was heard again, and the game came to an end.
No one was surprised when Daisuke went off the field cheering as though he had won.
"You... really did it, didn't you?"
Miyako asked smiling as Daisuke joined her and the rest in the locker room. Their three friends and a parent off each side were there as well.
"Sora-san!"
The woman smiled at the teen, yet he quickly turned his attention to her adopted daughter.
"I did it, Miya-kun! I showed him who's boss!"
"Thank you, Dai-chan."
Her smile made him blush.
"Well, I, er, uh..."
"Motomiya..."
Turning around, Daisuke's eyes narrowed as he noticed the last person he wanted to see at that moment.
"...Daisuke?"
"Ichijouji... Ken..."
From the look on Ken's face one might think he was physically beaten.
"What do you want?"
Hikari greatly dislike the way Daisuke stood between Miyako and Ken, almost protecting her girlfriend.
"I just... wanted to talk to you..."
Seeing how that won't get him nowhere he looked at Miyako and bowed lightly.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have done that. I'm greatly ashamed."
All blinked in unison, creating almost a sound.
"Um... you... wanted to talk?"
The two went a bit away, and the rest had little choice left but to watch them. Ken seemed rather embarrassed as he kept blushing, and Daisuke seemed to move between utterly shocked, and... flattered. Jealous grunts coming from Takeru's direction were all that was heard until Daisuke came back, staring at a small note Ken gave him.
"What did he want?"
Taichi asked, trying to get a glimpse at the note's content. Miyako, being seated, managed to see mere seconds before Daisuke stuff the note in his pocket, his blush growing deeper and deeper.
All turned to Miyako who was beginning to sound insane with her giggles.
"Stop it!"
Daisuke half shouted.
"It's nothing like that!"
"Oh? So why do you have Ichijouji Ken's phone number?"
Another blink, and Daisuke sighed.
"He... gave it to me so we could... arrange our..."
"Your what?"
"..."
Eyes widened and jaws hit the floor as everyone understood. Miyako giggled again.
"Ichijouji Ken asked you out on a date?!"
The only one not completely shocked was Taichi, who wiped a tear from his eye.
"That's my son..."