Er…sorry for taking a month! But…I have another life where I make anime music videos and I've been trying to do 4 at the same time (on requests). But I put them on hold.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Digimon, but I did make a few Takumi AMVs…still, don't own Digimon. Sucks, huh?

----------

Takuya shrugged his shoulders, pressing past the blonde to the upset boy, "I just wanted to say hi…and to talk."

"Humph…" Kouji cocked his head up, and then walked away, "Fine."

Takuya just stared, and then with some hesitation, he followed.

----------

Kouji threw a pillow at an empty couch where Takuya could lie down while Kouji took the small chair, pulling it up to the couch, "Sit, Kanbara…you have seven minutes…."

Takuya stared at him with confusion, "What, so you're a shrink now?"

"You came to me, so whatever…your fault." Navy eyes rolled in annoyance as Takuya took the hint, lying down."Seven minutes…start now."

"Well, it all started when…wait, why do I only get seven minutes?" The brunet asked angrily, sitting up.

The navy haired boy growled at him, "Because that's when my dinner is done from the oven. Any more questions, soccer boy?"

"Yeah, if the food's actually edible, can I have some?"

Kouji's eyes narrowed enough to be dark blue slits, "Okay, let's get on with this…" he sighed, pushing Takuya's head back down.

----------

"…and yeah…" Takuya finished, looking at the navy haired boy. Said boy was staring at the timer endlessly.

"Uh-huh…uh-huh…uh-huh…" Kouji said monotonously, keeping his chin up with his hand, propped up by his elbow against his knee.

"Kouji, I'm done…"

"Huh?" Kouji looked up at him, "Oh right…" he straightened up, trying to make it look like he was paying attention, "You like her."

"I like who?"

"Izumi." Kouji replied simply, going over to the kitchen, "You like her."

Takuya sat up, blushing and wide-eyed, "I never said that in my seven minutes!"

"First, it was six and a half minutes and second, that's what was implied and your story screamed it." Kouji yelled back, putting on oven mitts.

"But…you weren't even listening!"

Kouji rolled his eyes, opening the oven and pulling out his dinner, "Just because it looks like I don't care, doesn't mean that I can't hear you…you like her. That's why you walked her home, that's why you think you're that kid, and that's why you're in my house, so get out," he strode over to the living room, setting his dinner on the table near Takuya.

Takuya folded his arms angrily, "But you said I could have some of your dinner and I – gwaaahh! What is that?" he yelled at the offending object of supposed food.

"Squid…" Kouji answered plainly, looking down at it. Takuya went over and started poking it with a toothpick.

"Yeah, well it looks like a black, dead French fry…"

Kouji slapped his hand away, "I'd like to see you do better…" Takuya had no reply for that and seated himself back on the couch, pretending he was still in a shrink's, "Yeah, knew ya couldn't…" Kouji went back to the kitchen, setting his food on the table.

"I don't like her, I don't like her, I don't like her, I don't – " Takuya's chant was interrupted by a splash of cold water against his face. Looking up, crimson eyes glare at the wolf boy with a tilted glass of nothing, dripping a bit, "Not cool, Kouji, not cool…"

Kouji looked at the glass, "Really? I was sure I got the cold water…"

"By not cool, I meant not nice, idiot…"

"Well, I'm not that nice; get used to it." Kouji scoffed, "So…get your lazy butt of my couch and tell Izu you like her."

Takuya folded his arms again, "Why couldn't you be sick and Kouichi give me advice?"

"Because…I dunno, Kouichi spends too much time with Ken, all right, so get the hell out! Your seven minutes were up three minutes ago! Why are you still here?" Kouji snapped, glaring at the brunet. Though if his stepmother came through the door and saw Takuya, she'd say that Kouji was finally having friends over, but he didn't want to give her a chance to talk to him…which is why he wanted Takuya out as quickly as possible, but getting the stubborn brunet out was harder than it seemed.

The hazel-eyed boy stood up, "Where's Kouichi?"

"Why? Are you gonna talk to him too?" Kouji folded his arms, glaring harder.

"Yes," Takuya retorted, "And maybe he won't tell me that I like Izumi."

----------

"You like her…" Kouichi said in a hoarse voice, coughing and hugging the blankets close to him.

"No, I don't! She's my friend's…crush's…friend!" Takuya yelled back, the counting on his fingers and mumbling to himself, "Wait…me…Daisuke…Hikari…Izumi. Yeah, I got it."

Kouichi shook his head, "That doesn't matter; you like her."

Takuya's head dropped sadly, "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

Kouichi coughed again, covering his nose and mouth with the blanket, "Why? Who said it?"

"You and Kouji."

Kouichi rubbed his eyes, "Aw, you consider…me and Kouji everyone?" he coughed.

Takuya stared at him, "Fine, who else can I ask?"

Kouichi managed to smirk at him by lowering the blankets.

----------

Ken looked up at the brunet from the book he was reading, "You like her." He said simply from his computer chair.

Takuya practically screamed from Ken's bedside, jerking his hands in his own hair in frustration, "No. I. Don't!"

Ken sighed, putting a bookmark in the spot he was reading, folding the book into his lap, "Look, I'm only letting you in here because you're Daisuke's friend and you're Kouichi's friend. Otherwise…all I know about you is that you like soccer and you're Kouji's main subject of annoyance. So if you're going to reject my conclusion, then can you at least do it when it's not a favor?"

"Sorry…"

Ken studied his expression, "And I would advise you not to talk to Daisuke…" Takuya lifted a brow at this and Ken answered before the question of why could escape Takuya's lips, "You know how big a mouth Daisuke has. Big for eating, big for blabbing. If you tell Daisuke, he's going to tell Hikari and you can trust her to tell Izumi…" Ken gave him a sly look, "Unless you want Izumi to know. Though, if I were you, I'd prefer to tell her myself instead of using connections like Daisuke and Hikari."

Takuya blinked in silence, staring at Ken until the former Kaiser picked up his book again, "Y'know…for a guy who lost his genius, you're pretty smart…"

"Yeah, well…" Ken mumbled, not looking up, "I'd like to see you pull of this haircut with a brain smaller than the size of Daisuke's ego."

Takuya sighed, standing up, "Well…thanks. And Kouichi says hi."

Dark sapphire eyes look up at the brunet, "Well, tell Kouchi to get better so he can tell me himself. And you…" Takuya found Ken jerking a finger at him, "watch out for Takeru too. I know it goes against his good-nature, but that boy seems to love hearing others problems. Somehow, he remembers them and hints to it a lot whenever the subject is around."

Takuya glanced around the room unnervingly, "Um…sure…thanks."

----------

Takuya sighed, staring at the sidewalk as he went home. Seeing a familiar pair of pink shoes, he looked up, "Ah! Hikari! It's…just you," he sighed in relief.

"I'm going to let that one go, Kanbara…only because you play soccer with Taichi, you're Daisuke's friend and you're really nice to Izumi." Hikari put her hands on her hips, glaring at him.

"Okay, okay, all right, I'm sorry, Yagami," Hikari gave him a darker glare, "er…Hikari-chan…and speaking of Izumi…where is she?"

"Well, last time I saw her, she was going to Kouji's house…and she said you were there. Then when Kouji brought you in the room to talk, she visited Kouichi for three minutes and now she's at my house, being interrogated by Taichi and Yamato." Hikari shrugged.

"Why aren't you with her?"

Hikari showed him a list, "My mom needs me to get these things, and Taichi was 'too sore' from soccer to get them…though, if you want to go over, you can. For some reason, my mom likes having company over," she sighed.

"Okay, er…thanks Hikari-chan." Takuya smiled, waving a hand as she walked away.

"Whatever, Kanbara…" she waved until she was out of eyesight.

Takuya just grinned. With all those lectures Taichi gave them about needing any help in soccer and going to his house if anything, Takuya knew where to go.

----------

Okay, so no Izumi in this chapter…sorry it's short and weird, but I have to get back to work now…