A.N: Surprise, surprise! I'm updating faster than ever! Hopefully no one will lynch me for delaying the arrival of the first shonen-ai couple. That means yes, there STILL ain't any shonen-ai in this chapter. But people, I promise you. Next chapter shall be all about Taito. Now that I've done this announcement I can breath freely, for a while.

Disclaimer: "I don't own the regular characters from digimon, somebody else does. I do, however, happen to own everyone else. And this is the last time I'll say this."

Twisted Game

by LonelyWalker

Chapter 2

Motomiya Daisuke was a nature catastrophe, just as inevitable as they are. This was what read of him in the teachers' secret book in the faculty room. A bright kid with no actual interest in school work. He more often fooled around than did what he was told.

However, he couldn't be kicked out of school, due to the surprising test results he got. His regular answer in class was: "I know I know the answer and I know that you know the answer. I also know that you know I know the answer, sensei, otherwise you wouldn't have asked. What I don't know is why do I have to tell you something you already know in a fear of some sort of conspiracy I shall not open my mouth to answer this question." In other words, "Go to hell and leave me alone." He was driving the teachers mad. Only two of them knew how to handle him: the coach and the arts teacher.

In the passed three weeks of school everyone had learned to know him. There was absolutely no one who could say: "Motomiya, who?" They knew everything about him, after all he loved to spread his life story around. In the passed weeks people had also learned to look for certain people around him. There were the regular three: Takaishi, Yagami and Ichijouji. More rarely, but still more often than never, with could also be found the older Yagami and Ishida.

Then there were dozens of once in a while people, Tachikawa, Takenouchi, the American boy, whose name was always forgotten. People called him Rabbit, or Ferret, because he was always running around, much like Motomiya, but in much more American way. He never bothered anyone, or told HIS story around...

Yes, Motomiya Daisuke was almost more known than the most popular guy in the whole school. The said blonde didn't seem to mind, though rumours told that he was all but close friends with Motomiya.

This day he sat with his brother and his brother's friends in the school cafeteria. He seemed very troubled with something and Daisuke, good to notice when people lacked attention when he was talking, told him to spit it out with very graphic words.

"I'm suffering from writer's block", the musician groaned the 'end of the world' -tone in his voice. Daisuke looked at him, waiting to hear more. It was weird; only these two could communicate with only looks, and they didn't even like each other. "Can't write lyrics to this one song in my head." He hummed a bit of the haunting melody before giving the 'Are you satisfied?' -look to Daisuke who shrugged and and gave the 'You asked for it' -look back at the blonde, causing Yamato to shake his head in denial. The red haired boy arched his eye brow as 'Yeah, sure', just as Takeru broke in.

"Please!" the younger blonde rolled his eyes under the Gilligan-hat. "That's the freakiest thing I've ever seen. Cut it out and start talking like normal people do..."

"I was just about to open my mouth, Takeru-kun", Daisuke replied smoothly. "I got a grave as a present from someone, under a cherry tree. I got a grave as a present from someone, there the ...grass is so ...green." He grinned after he ended his singing.

"Those got to be the worst lyrics I've ever heard", Yamato murmured dropping his head on the table.

"I wouldn't accept that even as a poem", his brother mumbled looking at Daisuke with a suffering look. "That's honestly the best you can come up with?" The red head looked embarrassed.

"For now", he admitted grinning sheapishly."That was a horrible song", said a strange female voice and a pretty girl with long jet black hair hanging down to her waist sat to the chair opposite from Daisuke. She had gentle coffee-coloured eyes and a pretty smile. "But you have a nice voice." Daisuke blushed faintly.

"Th-thank you!" The girl giggled nervously when her eyes met with the boy's auburn-coloured ones. Then she suddenly jumped up, completely pink on her face.

"Go-gomen nasai! I shouldn't have intruded this way! I-I'll go now. Good day, Motomiya-kun!" Daisuke jumped up too out of a weird mood swing and hurried around the table to grabb her hand.

"It's okay, really! Come on, sit next to me. Ken-kun, would you mind...?" Of course Ken didn't mind moving aside. The girl blushed even brighter murmuring her confused thanks.

Yamato seemed genuinely surprised when he looked at the two and he turned to talk to Ken, who listened for a while blushing, but then shook his head. Daisuke didn't notice anyone else but the girl. "First of all, only Ishida-kun calls me Motomiya, everyone else use my first name, Daisuke, and I beg you to use that too. Secondly, aren't you the gym champion girl? Mori ...Aiji?"

"Y-yes, how did you know that, Daisuke-kun?" The girl sounded delighted. Daisuke chuckled a bit sheapisly.

"I saw you in the first week after I had gotten in the soccer team. We walked pass the gym hall, Taichi-kun and I. I though you were the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, so I did some research. I hope you don't mind, I'm just a guy, after all."

"N-no, of course I don't mind, Daisuke-kun. Why would would I mind?

"I don't know", Daisuke shrugged, then grinned wickedly. "Why would you mind?" Man, he loved mind games.

"I don't know..." She chuckled helplessly. The boy grinned victoriously. "Listen, Aiji-kun... What would you say if I asked you out?" He turned almost serious in the matter of seconds, leaning his head on his grossed hands.

"Well... that depends..." the girl started slowly.

"Depends on what?" Daisuke asked immediately.Aiji leaned closer to him.

"Are you asking me out?" The shy girl turned into a flirt withing seconds. Daisuke smiled mysteriously.

"Are you free on saturday?"

"I guess I am", the girl giggled and stood up. "I'll see you then."

"You bet." There was a long silence after the girl had left. Daisuke stared into nothing before blinking very slowly and shaking his head as if he was in a slow movie or something.

"Um ...guys? I think I have a date!"