I don't own Digimon.

A/N: omg omg omg omg, more people reviewed other than Sapphire Luna! shock!

Love = Headache

The day after the game wasn't one of Motomiya Daisuke's best days. Some would say it was one of the worse. He crowned it the worst day ever. And it started first thing in the morning.

-

He was woken up by a pair of hyper fathers, eager to celebrate their son's getting a boyfriend, and even though he did his best to tell them Ken wasn't on his favorite persons list, let alone on his beloved persons list, let alone a boyfriend, they were beyond hearing.

It did have its good sides, though. Taichi prepared his favorite, ramen with miso soup, and had prepared quite a boxed lunch for him. Yamato promised to clear the weekend so he could spend time with Daisuke; the teen knew it was going to be a date tip marathon, but every minute with his hardly ever seen father was a blessing.

Then he had to go to school.

-

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"I SAID, STOP FOLLOWING ME!"

He yelled at a group of girls who were apparently part of the 'Odaiba junior high Ichijouji Ken fan club'. Ever since he set foot in the building they were like a second shadow, whispering and giggling behind his back. No matter how many times he asked them nicely to leave, they wouldn't. Even now they just seemed to be theorizing about him and Ken, just because he gave them the time of day.

"Come on, we know you and Ken-sama are an item! All we're asking is to get first and only rights on the publishing rights!"

Daisuke was about to reply when the girls suddenly seemed terrified. He blinked.

"We... we'll leave you alone, now... ne, girls? Ne..."

They ran off but before Daisuke could sigh in relief, a shiver ran down his spine. Something was behind him, something so terrible that even the stalkers went running, something so horrendous it made them scared, and him too, only from being near. Something so incredibly... evil! Yes, that's what it was... evil...

He screamed when a hand touched his shoulder.

"Yo, Daisuke."

"Ta, ta, Takeru!"

The blond blinked.

"Something wrong? You seem pale."

The boy hurried to shake his head.

"No no no no no no, I just..."

"Dai... CHAN!"

The next thing he knew, he was caught in a headlock.

"Morning... Miya... Kun..."

"MORNING"

She called, jumping away from him, incredibly happy. Daisuke rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get his skull back in its place.

"What's up with her?"

He asked half whining.

"I don't know... but this certainly shouldn't be how she she'd be acting right now. I mean, you lost the game, she's off the team, you're gonna date the person who fouled on her..."

Daisuke blinked at Takeru before staring at Miyako's back as she hopped along to class. That's right, he told himself. They lost. Even if it was against Tamachi, even if Ichijouji Ken himself made it his goal to get Miyako out of the game... That was all people needed to get her off the team. Yet, she was too happy...

A small smile rose to his lips.

"That idiot... being that happy just for me..."

Takeru blinked as Daisuke began moving towards the classroom as well.

"Happy... for the date? Or for the game?"

"Try for not making me worry."

Takeru nodded sagely.

-

"Ne, how does it go?"

Daisuke asked as he sat in his seat, Takeru and Miyako sitting nearby as usual. It was rather early and so they had time to talk before the lesson began.

The two blinked at him, and even though it made him blush and look at a point in space between them, he explained.

"You know..."

They leaned forward with anticipation and raised eyebrows.

"...dating."

He blurted out, glaring at the back of their necks as they looked away, smiling knowingly.

"Our little Dai-chan is growing up, Miyako."

"Oh happy days."

"Stop it!"

Laughing, they returned to face him.

"Don't worry, Dai-chan, you'll do just fine! Ken asked you out..."

At this, various female schoolmates turned to glare at them.

"...because he wanted to get to know you better, not some mask you'll put on for him. I'm sure he's sick and tired of people pretending around him because he's famous."

"You're just jealous because he fouled on you."

"Shut up, TK!"

"I can just feel the love in the air, now would you shut up and help me?!"

"Shut up or help you Dai, which is it?"

Takeru wasn't surprised when both smacked him.

"I mean it, Takeru! I... this would be my first date... first –real- date..."

He corrected in response to a slight glance from his friends. He dated before... dated them, actually. Nothing serious, just to get the hang of it. Needless to say, neither really considered it dates as much as hanging out with a close friend, but they tried to make it seem so for Daisuke's sake. And once their respective boyfriend and girlfriend found out... he was denied of that as well.

"...I just... won't know what to do... and... I want it to go well..."

"Daisuke, aren't you forgetting something?"

The blond asked, ignoring the blush which began to rise to his friend's cheeks.

"Like...?"

Miyako's reaction, which consisted of her rolling her eyes and turning away with a sigh, indicated quite bluntly what the answer would be, yet neither boys paid her much attention. They knew, after all, it was about her.

"That guy fouled Miyako. Are you sure you want to date him?"

"You're just jealous he's not dating you."

Which –he- she meant, was unknown to Takeru, yet he glared anyways. Daisuke merely blinked as he didn't hear her remark.

"Like I said, Ken apologized. Whether or not he really meant it, I don't care. It's Daisuke's big chance and he should just grab it!"

She raised her fist into the air, her eyes glimmering.

"And I won't forgive anyone who gets in his way, TK, not even you!"

The brunette sighed at the blond and purplette.

"You're not helping me."

"Just do what Miyako told you, Daisuke. Be yourself, and I'm sure it'll work out just fine."

"That's right! And remember, no kissing on the first dates! Big no no, moving way too quickly and if it's your first kiss it's a disaster."

"If you want practice kissing, I could help you."

Though it was said in a casual and careless manner, the reactions it brought were hardly alike. Daisuke's jaw was this far away from hitting his desk and his eyes almost dropped out of their sockets while Miyako turned solemn.

"That's not something you joke about, Takeru."

"Who was joking?"

"You shouldn't offer kisses to people."

"He's not "people", he's Daisuke, whom I'm very fond off."

Flattery aside, Daisuke was growing incredibly uncomfortable as the tones his friends used were becoming more and more hostile. A glance to his side revealed at least Miyako's reason to be angry.

"Too fond, maybe?"

"What're you implying, Miyako?"

"I'm implying you should only be that fond of only one person."

"I am."

"That person should be Iori. He loves you, you know."

"Iori'd understand. He's..."

"I'm... what, Takeru-san?"

Daisuke covered his mouth with his hand as the conversation was stopped. Miyako shook her head and turned to face the blackboard as it was almost time for class to start, while Takeru was trying to sweet talk his way out of the mess. Iori merely took his place between next to Miyako, not giving Takeru another look.

Silence fell, and in an attempt to break it, Daisuke tapped Miyako's back, earning him the girl's attention.

"Ne, where's Hikari?"

Miyako's expression darkened even more as she turned her back to him.

"I don't know. She'll be here in time for class to start, don't worry."

And true enough, the girl arrived just in the nick of time, looking even more gloom than anyone in the class. Daisuke offered her a smile and a greeting, to which she happily replied, but to everyone else she gave the silence treatment. Especially Miyako.

He decided he'd ask his friend about it… After he'd get over his date.

-

"Dai-chan on a daate, Dai-chan on a daate…."

Taichi couldn't help but sing as he hopped around the house, unable to contain his excitement.

"DAD, will you please stop doing that? You're making me nervous!"

Daisuke whined as he threw another shirt on the bed, now completely covering the blue mattress with clothes he was to choose from. The closet was half empty, a quarter of the closet past the limit he set to himself.

"But but but…"

Taichi peeked in, tears in his eyes.

"It's my son's first date! And with such a cute and famous boy! How can I not be excited?!"

"It's not my first date! Remember, I went out with Miya-kun, and Hikari, and last week with Take…"

"First real date."

Taichi quickly said, causing Daisuke to stop mid sentence.

"Yeah… first real date…"

There was a moment of silence which ended when Taichi's face curled up in a cattish smile, causing Daisuke to throw a shoe at him.

"Dai-chan on a daate, Dai-chan on a daate…"

And he hopped away, leaving his adopted son to sulk.

Daisuke hated sulking. A lively person by nature, an annoyingly happy person by choice, he despised the act in which one did nothing but drown in his bitterness and anguish yet did nothing while sucking on lollypop or something. And why was he sulking? He had no reason to be sulking… Maybe that's why…

As he went over the cloths he chose, the advices he got kept running back and forth in his head, making it impossible to even notice the sudden urge to vomit.

"Be myself… be myself…"

He glanced at his reflection, now dressed in perhaps the only suit of cloths Yamato bought him which he kept. Having spent more time with him, his taste leant more towards Taichi's, yet both brunettes agreed the blond had his moments.

A bright orange shirt plus cap with a big blue star on it with light green letters spelling the name of the shape on top of a deep green shirt with a pair of brown pants, turn at the edges.

Father and adopted son both constantly wondered how long it took Mimi to convince Yamato to actually buy the clothes.

It felt good, wearing those clothes. They suited his taste quite well, looked good on him, and all in all were quite comfortable to wear. His spirits lifted lightly at the choice, eagerly accepted by the boy as a sign that other happenings were to go right as well.

"I should get going soon… I wonder if I should've gotten him anything… it's a first date though, so I doubt he'd be expecting anything… would he?"

"Dai Chan! Takeoff time!"

Daisuke looked at his watch and sighed, patting his good-luck doll (which he fondly called Chibimon) before heading out.

"Remember, Dai-chan! Don't act rashly! Don't force him to let you pay, you're both guys!"

"Like I have the allowance…"

"Don't try any moves Yama-chan might've taught you, they'll backfire!"

Daisuke winced in memory of the horror stories his blond father had told him about his first dates with the boy's other father.

"Don't kiss on the first date, you'll regret it!"

He blushed.

"DAAD!"

Taichi smiled as he handed Daisuke some pocket money.

"I just want things to go well for you, is all."

Daisuke pouted as he accepted the money, letting Taichi ruffle his hair. It mattered not, his hair was always a mess, if anything like this he'd look tidier for the date.

"Anything else, -mom-?"

He asked, already outside the door.

"Yes. Come back home by midnight or you'll get turned into a pumpkin."

There was nothing else left to do as the door closed -

He blinked.

-

If there was one thing Daisuke was less used to then sulking, it was being there early. He never remembered being anywhere early, the record being maybe five minutes early to recess. But here he was, 10 minutes early after a 10 minutes wait, and Ken was still nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe I shouldn't have ran…"

He wondered, leaning once again against the wall next to the cinema. The date was to go as follow – one: meet Ken and go to one of the new comedies, preferably an American one. A neutral setting to see just how comfortable he was with the other boy. Two: go get a bite to eat. Worse comes to worst go alone. Food is, after all, one heck of a mood lifter. Three, should both previous stages go well: tell him he had a great time and ask to meet again either next Friday, or just for a friendly soccer match. And they fought Go made guys wanna scream out in random names. Iish.

Four: … proposal after years of going out?

Daisuke shook his head rather violently. No! He must NOT think like that! He still had this one date ahead of him… One date… and his companion hadn't even made an appearance yet.

A though hit him. What if… what if Ken stood him up? What if everyone were right, and Ken wasn't such a nice guy? What if his apology to Miyako really was just to trick Daisuke into being humiliated by him not showing up?! And after he got so worked up about it, too!

Argh, he growled, feeling like pulling at his hair. He was such an idiot! Why would anyone so good looking…

"Daisuke?"

…so smart and great at everything…

"Daisuke…"

…who could have everyone he wanted…

"Daisuke."

…go out with…

-Kiss-

…him.

Blink.

"Did you just…"

"Kiss your cheek, yes."

Shaking his head again, Daisuke was snapped back to the reality of having Ken stand next to him, a faint blush on his pale cheeks. The reality of Ken dressed so fine he made Daisuke rethink all those posters he had on his bedroom walls. The reality of having Ken look at him so warmly and caringly… only at him…

"Sorry I got here just now, mama wanted me to run an errand. Should I buy the tickets now?"

The reality of having Ichijouji Ken kiss him right off the bat.

As Ken left to take care of the purchase, Daisuke stared after him, not missing a single movement the taller boy made.

Miyako was wrong, dead wrong. Ken didn't look anything like Hikari.

He looked too damn fine to look like Hikari.

"You coming?"

"Ah, un!"

A/N: sorry about this coming in late, writer's block for a while then a HUGE Shaman King muse washed over me. Expect some one shots for that soon :x R&R!