The Real World

Summary: They say that breaking up is hard to do. Well, Takeru is going to find this out first hand. Mentions Taikeru (Taichi/Takeru).

Chapter Two: The Big Game

3-17-07

Takeru couldn't have been more proud. His handsome, spectacular boyfriend was the star of the big Football Tournament. As the tall brunette paraded up and down the field, Takeru sat in the stands smiling adoringly.

"I'm so proud of you." Takeru turned to his left. Hikari wasn't watching the game, but instead was watching Takeru. The blonde glanced at her suspiciously.

"What are you talking about," he asked her, even though he knew what was coming.

Hikari snickered. "Like as if I couldn't see the pure malice and detest when that girl kissed Tai."

Scowling, Takeru turned back to the game. "Whatever."

It was true. During the halftime show, the team and the cheerleaders put on a skit. One that involved the Team Captain (Tai) and the Head Cheerleader (Ginger: absolute ditz/slut). Kissing. Just the mere thought of that Spice Girl Wannabe planting her lips on Tai made Takeru horribly violent and angry.

But it was okay. Taichi had even said so himself. "I don't want to do it, but there's no way out of it." Those were his exact words one month ago when the two teams had devised the wretched skit. Taichi's eyes spoke of apprehension and dislike, and Takeru knew that Tai would have preferred to back out – but Takeru wanted to be a supportive boyfriend. He wanted to show that he wasn't clingy and that he trusted Tai.

Even though every single time that big-boobed bimbo walked anywhere within a 100 yard radius of Takeru, all he wanted to do was pull her hair out and stab her eyes out with a spoon.

But the kiss wasn't that bad. Okay, Takeru thought, rephrase: The kiss was bad. But only 1.02 seconds long (Takeru had a stop watch) and Taichi most certainly looked as though he wish he were somewhere else. Whereas Ginger looked as though she could have gone on with it for a bit longer.

Hikari had to hold Takeru back at that point.

But the point was that it was over. Everything. The kiss, the game, and hopefully Taichi's offstandish mood. As of late, Takeru had noticed Taichi's tired and less-loving attitude, but he figured it was just stress. And what more could make him happy? He had won the Tournament, pleased the coaches, and all the scouts walked away with the name Taichi ringing in their heads.

And when Taichi walked off the field, Takeru sprinted off the bleachers and into Tai's arms. For the first time in months the brunette hugged him with intensity. It assured Takeru that no matter what their love was invincible.

They would be together forever. Takeru just knew it.