A/N: Takeru plots, and Daiken and Taito hints run rampant. I
absolutely refuse to believe that Takeru is as all-knowing and
clever at matchmaking as many authors would have us believe (too
many people mix him up with his so-called girlfriend), so let's
see what happens when it all blows up in his face, eh?
"The House of Cards"
There are four unbreakable laws of life, the universe, and
everything: One, you can always digivolve again. Two, Yamato
and Taichi always fight- always, even during the Apocalypse.
Three, Ken and Daisuke never fight- never, not even during the
Apocalypse. And four, no one knows the question of life, though
they do know that the answer is forty-two.
Takeru was not exactly aware that three of four rules of the
universe were directly associated with his brother, the ex-
Kaiser, and his past and present leaders, nor that the fourth
was Ken's life goal to solve, but were he to discover it, he
would not have been surprised. Everything else seemed to
revolve around those four anyway, why not the universe as well?
But the amount of romantic tension they were involved with was
seriously pushing it. Thusly Takeru's evil, evil plan was born,
and he decided to lock the lot of 'em in a closet, fittingly
Well, two closets actually, since it's hard to confess your
undying love for someone when not two feet away, there is
another burgeoning couple trying to do the same. This way,
Yamato and Taichi could make out to their simultaneously beating
hearts' content, and Daisuke and Ken could hold hands.
. . . or something.
Takeru actually wasn't sure if he wanted to dwell on what Ken
might do if locked in a closet with the object of his affection
for too long. This was the boy who'd developed spandex and whip
fetishes at the age of twelve, after all. Not to mention that
little "seeing you squirm is SO delicious" crack. Good God, but
that had been wrong on SO many levels.
Unfortunately for Takeru's slaved-over plot, the twits had gone
into the closets under the fragile pretense of helping him find
his mislaid hat (never mind that he had a half-dozen extras)
with the WRONG people and somehow gotten rather idiotically
stuck in there without benefit of the locks' assistance. So
Yamato had been trapped in a closet with Daisuke, and Taichi
with Ken, which not only totally screwed up Takeru's plans, but
also might lead to them subconsciously deciding, "hey, this
person reminds me a lot of that guy I never could confess my
feelings to; maybe I'll just jump HIM instead and unknowingly
sabotage my chances with my true love!"
Takeru was SO grateful to be straight at times like these.
Especially with Hikari around, as she read like she had
practically been designed to be his perfect match. Or vice
versa. Actually, sometimes he worried about how perfect they
Oh, screw it, she was cute and didn't scream as much as Miyako.
And it was a hell of a lot better than competing for Ken or
Daisuke's attentions . . . well, there was always Iori, he
supposed. Hm, that might not be-
Stop, rewind, ERASE last line of thought.
But back to the disaster at hand. Ken + Taichi = unlikely, but
possible if he couldn't get that damn door open. Yamato +
Daisuke = a LOT more likely given Daisuke's remarkable
resemblance to Tai and annoyingly adorable nature, which was why
he was trying to break the knob off their door first. That, and
the fact he was pretty sure that since this was the bathroom
closet, they'd be able to find lubrication way too easily.
Then his mother had found him about to smash her closet door in
with a hammer and dragged him off by the hair, at which point he
had been forced to explain and everyone felt quite silly when
Natsuo turned the doorknobs the other way and got them all out
in less than two seconds; then complained to Takeru about the
location of her closets' keys, which left Takeru running for his
life from the other four as soon as they figured out he'd WANTED
them locked in- though fortunately none of them bothered to
decipher why, else he'd really have been in for it.
But he would not surrender! The great Takeru Takaishi was no
pushover! And the others could only be so stupid for so long
Theoretically, at least. There was, after all, the matter of
just how abysmally stupid all four of them had proven themselves
to be in the past. Daisuke perhaps had made less of an idiot of
himself than the others, which was odd since he was usually
considered the most idiotic of the bunch. Of course, he'd never
actively tried to conquer the Digiworld or kill any of the
others, nor forced V-mon into a corrupt digivolution or betrayed
his friends or played God or tried to run from a crucial battle
. . . well, the list went on from wrist to elbow, to be frank.
The stupidest thing Daisuke had ever done was get a little
jealous over Hikari and pick fights with Takeru. Otherwise . .
Takeru frowned slightly at the implications of that line of
thought even as he just barely dodged a barrage of pillows from
his hacked-off matchmaking victims. That would suggest that
Daisuke Motomiya, of all people, had handled himself better than
even his own iceman of a brother, the invincible original leader
of the Chosen Children, and the genius child Ichijouji upon
becoming a Chosen Child.
It was a disturbing thought, that Daisuke held such a track
record when people that Takeru had always seen as so much better
than anyone else could sin so horribly that it might take the
rest of their lives to redeem themselves. It made him wonder
what Daisuke would become when he reached the others' ages. For
a moment, he had that same old vision of Taichi with shorter
hair- then Daisuke suddenly stepped out in front of him with a
truly wicked grin and tripped him.
Nope, not gonna be like Tai. Not even gonna LIVE to be like
A victorious crow from Daisuke, and Takeru was simultaneously
tackled by Yamato and Taichi. The more resigned Ken held back,
settling for repeatedly beating the blonde with a cushion.
Takeru glanced up, unable to repress his laughter, and saw
Daisuke grinning at him- not that one odd way he and Taichi both
had made a habit of, with closed eyes and bared teeth, that was
half-challenge and half-hiding the truth. It was impossibly
open and laughing and wild, and at that moment, Takeru would've
died to be able to smile that way and happily marched to Hell as
long as Daisuke was leading the way.
All the same, it was startling to discover what he thought of
his be-goggled "leader." It wasn't as if he suddenly respected
the others any less, but he was suddenly terrified for Daisuke
and wondering- if the others had already had their great
failures, when would Daisuke finally have his?
Somehow, he knew- if Daisuke Motomiya, the only one on this or
any world who could hold both Courage and Friendship at once and
still never falter at anything . . . if he fell, everything
would come down with him faster than a house of cards in a
Yet at the same time . . .
Mock-scowling, Takeru jumped up and pushed Daisuke backward.
The boy yelped and overbalanced, falling over immediately.
. . . if he ever DID fall . . .
Ken jumped forward and grabbed him.
. . . it wasn't like there wouldn't be anyone there to catch him
before he got too far.
And Daisuke smiled at Ken, and anyone who cared to look could
see his soul.
* ende *
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