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I hate my life. T-T

What’s wrong, Daisuke?

My mom is sooooooooo embarrassing. Guess what she did today…

Eh… Let’s see…well last week she made you run all the way home in under three minutes… And yesterday she sent you to school with three bento boxes all for you with the direct order not to share… So today I’m guessing it was something even direr? xD

Dire-er…that sounds weird… Er – well yeah! Today was my friend Saehara’s birthday, and he had this party where the entire homeroom class was invited. And my mom…my mom…

-pats your head- It’s okay Dai-chan, let it aaalllll out.

She insisted on dressing me! Yeah, that’s right – I went to his party completely decked out in what my mother picked out for me. Do you know how embarrassing and incredibly random her fashion sense is?! I have never been more mortified in my entire life.

What? Did she make you wear a dress, or what? xD

You’re. Not. Helping. -sob-

Aawwwwhhh. It’s okay Dai-chan, I’m sure you looked great! -victory sign-

T-T trtkiswyjiyrw. Ow. I slammed my head against the keyboard…

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Dark swiveled in the computer chair aimlessly, twirling around in a circle until the room started to spin. He had somehow migrated from the couch, to the loveseat, to the reclining chair, and finally to the computer chair, too restless to stay in one place for too long. The sound of dainty footsteps caught his attention and he turned towards the staircase expectantly, eager to see what ridiculous ensemble Daisuke’s mother had thrown him into. However, instead of a blushing, possibly frill-infested Daisuke entering his vision, down waltzed a smiling Emiko.

“Why Dark-kun, you look bored. Would you like me to dress you up too?”

Shaking his head immediately, he plucked at his tight black wifebeater nervously. “No, no, Emiko-san, I’m all right, thanks.”

Emiko’s hundred watt smile made Dark blink and wonder if the whole ‘huge smile’ trait was hereditary. “Sooo, Dark-kun…” she trailed off, and her smile seemed to widen a fraction of an inch. “What do you think of my baby boy?”

“Uhm…” Dark arched a brow and leaned into the high back of the padded, leather computer chair. “Dai-chan’s great,” he answered simply.

Emiko mirrored his cocked brow with one of her own as she sent him an appraising look. “’Dai-chan’? How is it that you two have gotten on such close terms? My Daisuke-kun doesn’t call anyone by their first names!”

Dark rested his arms on the chair’s armrests. “Er…well I dunno. We just did. It’s not like I called him Niwa-kun on the computer. I’m just used to calling him Daisuke.”

“Dai-chan,” Emiko corrected immediately. “You have a pet name for him.”

Dark shook his head. “No! Boys don’t have pet names,” he reasoned. Daisuke’s masculinity was at stake! “It’s a nickname. And more fun to say than Daisuke.”

“Because he blushes a little whenever you call him that?” Emiko questioned slyly, her eyebrows going haywire.

“I guess so. He’s cute when he blushes,” Dark added as an after thought. However, once the words left his lips, he found himself blushing darkly and regretting his words. “Uhm! I mean…in a…totally manly way.”

Instead of brandishing a pitchfork and chasing Dark from her house like any mother he knew, Emiko started to laugh. As she laughed, he sat there, ramrod straight and body rigid. “Uh… What’s so funny?” he finally asked, voice hesitant.

“You are too cute, Dark-kun,” Emiko answered cheerfully, laughter subsiding.

“Oh.” Dark couldn’t protest there.

“Do you like my Daisuke-kun?” she asked, smile still in place.

Dark colored – he seemed to be doing that a lot around this exuberant woman, he realized – and looked down. “I guess…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Well that’s nice!” Emiko shot back, almost bouncing with delight. “Anything to get him away from that Hiwatari boy! So tell me – when are you planning to tell him?”

Dark’s head snapped up and he stared at her with shock. “Wait, what? You mean…you don’t care that I like your son? Who, by society’s normality standards, should not like boys, and should not be liked by boys?”

Emiko crossed her arms. “I’ll be damned if my special boy has to adhere to society’s rules,” she declared vehemently. “Daisuke-kun isn’t a normal boy. He’s almost magical. He deserves the best, and all I want is for him to be happy. I’m a girl, and I know how rotten we can be to nice boys like him. I have a feeling that you can make him truly happy.” The brunette woman stared into Dark’s amethyst eyes dreamily. “Whenever he talked about you, he would always have this bright, bright light on his face. It was like excitement and joy and everything good, all because of you. You’re very special to him, even if he doesn’t know this yet.”

Dark blinked at the news and stared at her. “He…doesn’t know what?”

Emiko made a face. “Daisuke-kun thinks he’s straight,” she spat with so much disapproval that Dark’s face faulted. “But he’s just not! He’s too sensitive and caring to be straight,” she decided.

“Oh…” Dark was at loss for words. If Daisuke thought he was straight, how would he have a chance with him?

“Don’t you worry, Dark-kun,” Emiko interjected, as though she had heard Dark’s thoughts. “He insists that he’s straight, but he’s totally in the closet. All he needs is a little push in the right direction, and I’m sure that’s where you come in. I mean, just look at you!” She smiled and let her eyes roam rather lewdly over Dark. “Hiwatari’s got nothing on you!” And she giggled. Like a fangirl.

Dark shied away a little and made a face at the woman. “What is Hiwatari to Daisuke anyway? Apparently he’s obsessed with him? Or what?”

“It sure seems like it. But I don’t like the idea of Daisuke-kun with that boy. He is just unnatural, and I’m pretty sure he’s got some sort of…evil alter ego of some sort…” Emiko shuddered. “No, Dai-kun deserves someone…super!”

Dark laughed and stood, shaking his head with mirth. “Well, I’ll try my best, ma’am,” he swore, exaggerating a gentlemanly bow.

“Good. Daisuke-kun is going to be so happy!” Before Emiko could continue gushing, Daisuke’s somewhat annoyed and exhausted voice wafted down the stairs, cutting her short.

“Kaa-san, you’d better not be talking about me down there!”

“Don’t worry, Dai-kun!” Emiko called back up. “We’re only talking about Hiwatari-san!”

“Don’t talk about Hiwatari-kun either!” Daisuke snapped. “You’re gonna make him sound like some sort of jerk so that Dark gets a bad impression of him!”

“A little too late for that,” Dark chortled, recalling the blunette’s sharp gaze and cold voice.

“Daaaark!”

“Sorry Dai-chan…” he muttered blandly in response.

“Daisuke-kun, why don’t you come down now? Before I start on another childhood story of yours?” Emiko winked at Dark jokingly.

“WHAT?” Hurried footsteps then followed that one exclamation of horror and surprise, growing louder in volume until Dark could see feet rushing down the stairs. “Kaa-san, you promised me you’d stop that!” A panting Daisuke appeared behind his mother, his face poking out from her shoulder. “Dark, did she tell you anything?!”

Dark laughed and shook his head. “No, she was just kidding. Why? Do you have any embarrassing stories from when you were a wee, little kiddy?” He laughed again.

Daisuke made a pained face and stepped out from behind his mother, placing his hands on his hips angrily. “Oh shut up, Dark!”

Instead of laughing and continuing to poke fun at the shorter redhead, Dark felt his mouth go uncomfortably dry. He stepped back a little, nearly tripping over the computer chair, and stared openly at Daisuke with a look of utter awe on his face. “Dai-chan…what are you…wearing…?”

Immediately, Daisuke caught Dark’s train of thought and blushed heavily to his roots. “I know, I know… I look stupid…” He stared down at his feet, missing the look of utter appreciation that Dark was sending him.

“No you don’t!” Dark stated quickly, unable to tear his eyes away from Daisuke’s body. “You look…you look…”

Daisuke looked good. No, better than good. He looked downright sexy.

Emiko had stuffed her sixteen-year-old son into a pair of bright, skin tight jeans that matched his crimson hair. Snug around his slim hips sat a studded black belt with metallic gold studs, but it didn’t exactly hold up his pants; it seemed to be there only to draw attention to his curvy hips – a job it did exceptionally well. Splattered across the right side of his tight, white T-shirt was a giant splotch of metallic gold that dripped across his torso to the bottom left side of his stomach, practically forcing the world to stare rather blatantly at his openly accentuated upper body. He didn’t exactly look like a rent boy, per say, but Dark had always been told that he possessed bad judgment…

Swallowing audibly, Daisuke scuffed his patent black and metallic gold boots nervously. “That bad, huh?”

Seeing that Dark still seemed incapable of human speech, Emiko grabbed Daisuke into a hug, squeezing his neck tightly. “Daisuke-kun, you forget that your wonderful mother is standing right here!” She hugged his head tighter to her chest, forcing him to bend down a little since they were about the same height due to the boots’ slight heel. “And that she’s the one who picked out your absolutely splendid outfit!”

Daisuke’s face started to turn red and he floundered slightly in his mother’s grip, sputtering loudly. “Kaa-san, I’m sorry. Yes, yes, it’s wonderful, sure… Just…let me… Agh, can’t breathe…” He finally escaped her grasp, tugging uneasily at the studded collar around his neck that matched his belt. The four thick, black wristbands he had around his right wrist dropped to the middle of his forearm, far too loose to stay in their proper place. “Uh…Dark…?”

Dark finally snapped out of his Daisuke-induced haze (fantasy, more like) and directed his gaze into the other boy’s innocent scarlet eyes. “Ah! Uh – you look…” He spared a glance at the beaming Emiko and gulped in a deep lungful of breath.

“Ithinkyoulookreallyreallygood,butwait,nothat’swrong,becauseyoulookbetterthangood,youlookhot,andyeah.”

Instead of sending him a confused look and asking him to repeat his sentence, Daisuke ducked his head and blushed. “Oh…hot? If you say so…” He looked up and smiled bashfully. “Thanks, Dark…”

Jaw nearly dropping at the redhead’s uncanny ability to understand his deliberately garbled compliment, Dark simply stared. “Uh…no problem.” Usually, he would be the type to shower someone with flirtatious compliments, but oddly enough, his throat was still somewhat dry at the sight of Daisuke.

“I guess we’ll go then, Kaa-san,” Daisuke said suddenly. “Dark, let me just grab my phone from upstairs. It’s charging in my room. I’ll be right back!” And he bounded quickly up the stairs.

Dark stared with wide, attentive eyes at the silver chain attached to the back of Daisuke’s belt. It bounced against his wonderfully emphasized backside and disappeared behind a very tight back pocket. “You did that on purpose,” he accused Emiko, glaring at her evil smile.

“Did not! Dai-kun attracts quite the audience even without my help,” Emiko sniffed. “And anyway, it’s not my fault he insists on carrying his wallet around everywhere he goes. I am not allowing that boy to stick it into his front pocket; do you know how hideous that would look with jeans like that?”

Dark shook his head hopelessly and shrugged. “Hm…well just don’t expect me to keep my hands away from that chain.”

“Oh my. My Daisuke’s caught himself a bondage fiend.” Emiko’s face flashed with an almost feral smile before returning to its motherly countenance, causing Dark to sputter and stare.

“Kaa-san, Dark, stop socializing!” Daisuke ordered, rushing down the stairs two steps at a time. “Bye, Kaa-san, I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.” After giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, he grabbed Dark’s hand and pulled him back to the front door. “And don’t you dare try to throw away that sweater vest again!” he added. “I’ll keep buying new ones if you do that!”

The sound of the door slamming shut was then drowned out by the long-suffering groan that spilled from Daisuke’s lips – an obvious response to the simultaneous laughter of both Emiko and Dark.

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Tugging at his dog-esque collar anxiously, Daisuke spent the next few silent minutes sending Dark several furtive glances, all of which were seen by the taller boy despite his attempt at stealth. Finally, he threw his hands up and sighed, drawing attention not only from Dark, but from random passersby on the sidewalk they were walking along. “Go on and say it, Dark. I’m embarrassing you, aren’t I? I look like…like some sort of weirdo. I can go walk on the opposite side of the road, if you want, so you don’t have to be seen with me.” He buried his face in his palms, and Dark noticed that on his left hand, he wore a fingerless glove that was striped black and red.

“Dai-chan, don’t think that. I already told you! You look hot.” Dark knocked the boy upside the head and then ruffled his hair affectionately. “I think I should be the one walking on the other side of the road. I don’t deserve to be walking next to you.” At Daisuke’s skeptical look, he laughed. “Okay, we both know that’s not true. How about we agree that we’re both equally sexy?” At the redhead’s blush, he laughed again. “I’ll pretend that you agreed.”

Daisuke finally let out a quiet sort of snicker, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it after Dark’s treatment. “Well fine, but I still think I look like a freak. I mean, who dresses like this? Skin tight pants, second-skin shirt…I’m like a…a rent boy!”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Dark had been sorely tempted to say that, but he knew Daisuke wouldn’t appreciate the remark. Instead, he glanced down at his own black, skin tight pants, and his own tight, sleeveless top, an action that Daisuke’s eyes certainly didn’t miss.

“I…I mean… You don’t look like one, of course. And you’re the complete opposite of a freak! You look really, really, really, really, really good like that. But me…! This is just…too unnatural for me!” Daisuke tugged at the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it down over his belt, but it was too short. “And I’m sure that I’m cutting off circulation in so many places…”

Dark disregarded most of what Daisuke said and grinned playfully. “Really good?” he baited. “Is that it?”

“Uhm…all right… Sexy…I guess?”

“You guess?”

“Okay, you’re pretty freaking sexy, Dark.”

Dark stopped mid-step and pulled Daisuke into a one-armed hug, nearly crushing him into his side. “Why thank you, Dai-chan. You’re not so bad yourself!”

Daisuke squirmed and blushed furiously. “Thanks…”

Releasing the teen reluctantly, Dark continued forward with an almost unnoticeable bounce in his step. “So where are we off to? To meet some more of your friends, maybe? Some…as charming as Creepy Boy, perhaps…?” He snorted loudly, as if he had made some sort of great joke.

Not even bothering to reprimand Dark on his jab at Satoshi’s disposition, Daisuke shook his head rapidly. “No, no, NO. They are not seeing me like this, that’s for sure! It was bad enough at Saehara’s party!”

Dark remembered when Daisuke had complained to him one night about his mother dressing him for his friend’s birthday. What the other hadn’t told him, however, was that the outfits she forced him into were absolutely gorgeous, and he was just a prude. “What did she make you wear?”

“It wasn’t as extreme as this,” Daisuke admitted with a relieved sigh. “Some loose dark blue jeans, thank goodness. But the party was at his beach house, and it wasn’t too cold at the time, so she made me wear a black vest…without anything under it…” He blanched at the memory while Dark nearly drooled. “It was so uncomfortable…everyone kept staring at me. Even some of the guys! Like they’ve never seen a chest before!” he huffed.

Dark rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. Did the redhead not get it? When his mother dressed him, he looked hot. And as Dark had learned in life, when you were hot, you were stared that. Thus, the staring was perfectly reasonable. The only problem was that Daisuke didn’t consider himself hot in Emiko’s choice clothing; rather, he considered himself stupid.

And that was pretty stupid.

Oddly enough, Dark wasn’t troubled. He absolutely detested dumb blondes – but a clueless redhead? Now that he could work with.

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“And this is my high school. It’s kind of small, and we have a uniform. I always get fined for breaking the dress code though, because my mom always insists on taking in my oxfords, and apparently, it’s against the rules for boys’ shirts to be tighter than the girls’…”

“You’re babbling again, Dai-chan,” Dark cut in, smiling lightly.

“Oh.” Daisuke stared at Dark and then looked away, staring up at the naked flagpole with a prominent red blush stained across his cheeks. “…Uh… It’s coed and we don’t have school on Saturdays like normal schools. We have seven periods instead. Most seventh periods are sports-related, but mine is art. I take it with Hiwatari-kun. He’s part of the police force, you know. And the police station is on the other side of town. That’s the bad side of town, which is why it’s there. Hey, look, a seagull!”

Dark stared. “Why is there a…seagull, in the middle of town?”

Daisuke shrugged. “Oh…there isn’t. I kinda just said that to stop myself from babbling…”

Dark laughed, but before he could respond, Daisuke fell over.

Then again, upon further investigation, Dark discovered that Daisuke had not exactly fallen over, but rather, he had been tackled to the ground by a teen with wild golden hair.

“I’ve finally got you, you little runt!” the blonde trilled, giggling obnoxiously.

At the insult, Dark bristled. Who was this guy, tackling people over and calling them names? A bully, perhaps? Yes…that made sense – Daisuke always complained about people chasing him. This blonde boy could be one of them!

“Hey, you,” Dark snapped, forcefully shooting his arm down and grabbing the teen by the back of his neckline. “You better stay away from Daisuke, or else you’ll have me to deal with!” With a grunt and a great heave, he pulled the blonde off of Daisuke and pushed him away harshly. “You got that, punk?” he added in, just because he had always wanted to say that.

The boy rolled to a stop a few feet away from them and blinked slowly, his emerald green eyes filled with confusion as his gaze turned from Dark to Daisuke, then back to Dark. Out of nowhere, a dark haired boy suddenly appeared behind him, projecting a blank yet severe look as he helped the fallen one back onto his feet.

Instinctively, Dark inched a little in front of Daisuke, ready to protect him and use himself as the boy’s shield if the need arose.

“What’s this, little Niwa? Finally got yourself a boyfriend?” the blonde leered.

Daisuke sputtered incoherently and peeled himself off the ground, shaking his head like a dog would dispel water. “No, Saga-san, noooo!”

“Because you know what I said I’d do to you if you ever got with some random guy off the street…” Saga continued menacingly.

“Saaaaaga! Can you not?” Daisuke whinnied.

Dark took a slight step forward, eyes burning with determination.

“I promised you that I would jump you both and…” Saga continued.

“I mean…you might scare him off, is all…” Daisuke muttered under his breath.

A scoff escaped the wine-eyed teen. “Scare me off –?”

“…make you guys do a commercial for my company!” the blonde boy interjected excitedly, all intimidating facets dissipating immediately as he flashed a great, toothy grin. “So what do you say, best friends?!” he demanded happily.

Dark could have sworn on his favorite pair of leather pants that a rainbow had just shot over Saga’s head at that very moment in time, but that could have easily been his imagination…

“Saga-san, go away,” Daisuke finally sighed, grabbing Dark by the hem of his shirt and dragging him away.

Though, Dark reasoned deliriously, there was simply no mistaking that randomly grazing unicorn several feet behind Saga and the dark-eyed boy beside him. As Daisuke continued to tug him away from the now-dampened blonde, he listened incredulously to the boy’s words as they left his lips:

“Ah, maybe next time. Come, Funabashi, and bring the unicorn with you. We can’t have him escaping…again… Argh, damn this wonderful, beautiful, magical rainbow! Get it out of my hair, Funabashi!”

Saga’s irked flailing – coupled with immense confusion (borderline fear, actually) on Dark’s part – ensued. Poor, tortured Daisuke was more than glad to escape it all. With a loud groan, he doggedly quickened his stride.

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Killah: Wow. If that wasn’t incredibly random, then I don’t know what is. O.O Well…whatever. xD Let’s just say that Saga is so flippin’ GREAT that he can afford to manufacture his own portable rainbows, and he can afford to breed his own unicorns! ‘Cause, I mean, he IS that great, and therefore he gets two of my most faaavorite things ever! :D Yaaay! …Okay, stupid, yeah, but I love Saga so much, I just thought I’d find a way to incorporate my love for him with my love for rainbows and unicorns. :)

Ohmygoooodness. I actually didn’t shove Dai-chan into prison leather! :o I surprised even myself with that. But hey, okay, what mom wants her son walking around dressed like jail booty? xD I certainly wouldn’t encourage mass rapings of my sexy son! And well hey – red skinny jeans and a white shirt; you can’t not be delicious-looking. /drool/