(Finals are OVER, baby! FUCK YEAH! A whole four months in which I don't have to see that damned university! Maybe now I'll finish this silly joke of a fic xD)

THE RETURN OF BADFIC!

It was finally the day of their date. Daisuke had been euphoric all day. Okay, he was more than a little nervous too. It would be his and Takeru's first date, and he wanted it to be absolutely perfect.

But, it probably wouldn't be perfect... Daisuke started to angst. He was totally stupid. He'd never been on a date before. He just knew he was going to mess it up horribly. He'd probably say something stupid, or do something wrong, like use the wrong fork for his salad, or something. Anytime there was an opportunity to make a fool of himself, he somehow managed to fulfill it.

He angsted some more, staring blankly at his closet, where the outfit he'd picked out for the night was waiting. Great. Now suddenly he didn't want to go.

Takeru was really in a pickle this time, and he was trying not to angst about it, but it was hard. He'd promised Daisuke a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant tonight.

He hadn't counted on the hospital bills for his chemo therapy to come in so soon.

Or for them to be so high.

And now it looked like he wouldn't be able to deliver. He wasn't terribly disappointed about it himself. He was only in the relationship for the great sex and to satisfy his lust. But Daisuke had alluded to wanting something more a couple of times in the past. Therefore, he'd been treading carefully with the whatever-colour-hair-headed boy, so as not to lose him. Dealing with an insatiable sex drive could really suck sometimes.

But oh, that didn't matter. What to do, what to do about tonight?

Takeru angsted. Now suddenly he didn't want to go.

"Yamato? If you'd promised Taichi a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant and then realized afterwards that you couldn't afford it, what would you do?"

"Mmph. Take him... out to... McDonalds," Yamato managed to mumble around a mouthful of cock. Taichi's, to be precise.

Takeru brightened immediately. "That'll work. Thanks Yamato, you're a great brother! Bye!"

Yamato was too busy to bother with a reply.

Daisuke blinked. "Here?"

Takeru nodded and smiled. "Sure! It's perfect! I love this place!"

"Uh..." Daisuke looked down at the suit he was wearing, and felt incredibly stupid. "I thought we'd agreed on -restaurant- though..."

The blonde shrugged. "Well, I thought about it, and I decided why bother with all that fuss when McDonald's is just as good? Come on, why not try something from their Dollar Menu? The food's to die for!"

"Sure..." Daisuke mumbled. Internally, he was angsting. Takeru didn't care for him at all! -insert three chapters on which Daisuke angsts and mourns about he much he's fallen in love with Takeru in their short time together, and how he realizes that no matter what he does, Takeru won't love him and only sees him as a way for sex.-

-Cue ordering scene here, and the consequent picking out a booth away from screaming happy children, followed up by the Scene In Which They Eat In Silence And All Is Awkward.-

"So..." Takeru began, when they'd both finished their food.

Daisuke started, and stopped staring into Takeru's -insert purple prose euphamism for eyes- like a lovesick puppy. "Huh?"

Takeru swallowed nervously. He dreaded the scene he knew was about to come. "You see Daisuke, I have something to tell you..."

Hee. Cliffhanger! xD I am having way too much fun with this. It's so stupid it's amusing XD