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Note: For all that
don't know Carrot Glaces is from a series called Bakuretsu
Hunters. He is a girl crazy, skirt chaser. Kudou Youji is from
Weiss Kreuz. A suave pimp daddy. I'm sorry but it's
true. And finally Squall Leonheart is the hormone-less main
character from the game Final Fantasy VIII. All are mentioned but
none are seen, so it's not important if you don't know
who they are.
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I, Motomiya Daisuke am a complete
and utter idiot. I, single handily, have lost the most important
person in my life. Ichijouji Ken. How did I lose Ken, you might
ask. Well it's simple, I opened my big my mouth and thus
ended up betraying him. Not to mention utterly humiliated him in
front of so many people.
You may be asking yourself just
how I have ended up in this sorry state that I'm in right
now. Well, I'm going to tell you. And as I'm telling
you this, I'm going to be hoping and praying that I can find
Ken and straighten this out with him. I don't think I can
keep on living if I don't get his forgiveness, even though I
sure as hell don't deserve it.
It began a couple weeks ago in
school, the class representative was announcing all the important
events and such that were happening. One of the things she did
was to remind the class about the rules and regulations of the
school dance, which was going to happen on the Friday after the
one that was coming up at the time, that is.
Now all I could think about was
asking Hikari-chan to go with me. You know how much I was in love
with her and all; it would have been a dream come true if I could
enter that gym with Yagami Hikari at my side. Seeing everyone,
especially Takeru's face, as we walked to the dance floor
hand in hand. Just the mere thought of dancing with her made me
feel like I floating on air.
I sighed happily and looked over
at Hikari. She was so beautiful with her soft amber eyes and
pretty, brown hair. And her laugh. Her laugh was like a thousand
church bells ringing at once. I would of died happy in her arms,
hell that was where I wanted to die. In Hikari's arms,
surrounded by her warmth and love for me. I'm starting to
realize how pathetic I've been for the past four years or
"Everyone stand!" The
class rep. called as I decided that I would ask Hikari to the
dance. I hadn't been planning to go to the dance at all. I
usually couldn't stand those things. And how I hate to dress
up, but I decided that if I could go with her then I could endure
going to that thing. "Bow!"
I bowed to the teacher, my eyes
always on Hikari. I watched the way her ear tails would hang and
brush her rosy cheeks as she bowed. The sight of her beautiful
face giving me the courage to ask her to that stupid dance. And
it was a stupid dance; it cost me way too much.
After we finished we were finally
dismissed, that's another thing I hate, that whole bowing
thing to the teacher. I can't stand that woman, why should I
have to show her any kind of respect? And I know she hates me,
she's always glaring at me and I swear she just looking for
an excuse to fail me. Well, I'm not going to give her the
Oh sorry, I'm going off on a
Anyway, as I was saying. After we
were finally dismissed I followed Hikari out of class. She smiled
at me and I smiled back. She began to talk about various
thing—and I can't remember one word she said now that I
think about it, but at that moment I thought she was the most
perfect and intelligent human being to ever grace this
planet—as we walked towards the front of school. That's
where we always meet up with Takeru and Miyako. Even in high
school Ken goes to a different school then us—one of those
brain farms adults like to call a school—and Iroi was still
in middle school, so it was usually just us four.
When we reached our usual waiting
spot I began to think of a way to broach the subject of the
school dance. Cause as you all know, a person can never be
direct and ask someone out, you have to beat around the bush
until there's no more bush to beat. So I began to flog the
hypothetical vegetation into the ground.
"So Kari, how you
been?" I knew that was the lamest thing I ever said the
minute it left my mouth. I could just see myself hitting that
bush. She turned and looked at me, a puzzled look on her pretty
"Fine, Daisuke-kun." She
replied, her voice expressing her confusion. I smiled nervously
"Good." I swear I was
ready to bang my head against the wall.
The silence stretched between us
and I found myself wondering where Takeru and Miyako were, that
was about the time I started berating myself on being a coward.
I took a deep breath, steeling
myself, then turned and looked at the angel next to me, which was
playing with her spit. Now that I think about it Hikari has
always been a very, very strange young girl, very strange. But
for some reason I had always found it alluring. Okay, so I'm
strange too, but I already knew that so it's not that big of
Back to the story, I stared at her
for a few seconds thinking about how she makes perfect spit
bubbles before I spoke up again.
"It's a nice day,
isn't it?" I said, again feeling like a complete idiot.
I really am no good at this asking people out thing.
"Yeah, it is." She
replied smiling softly, I was melting before that smile and she
didn't seem to notice, but I was determined to make her
"Hopefully it'll be this
nice next Friday." I continued. She turned and looked at me
as if she had finally found something that interested her. She
nodded her head, her ear tails swaying. Absolutely beautiful,
like an angel of light, that's what I always thought of her.
But she might have been an angel but not my light; I learned that
the hard way.
But now I'm getting ahead of
myself, I really have an issue with concentrating on one thing,
"Next Friday?" She asked
me, looking puzzled. "You're going to the dance?"
I shrugged, trying to look cool and uncaring. I'm such an
"I might?" I told her,
still trying to act as if I had a million other things I could do
instead. You know, make it seem like you're popular and
Just before she could say anything
I heard laughter behind me, we both turned and there were Miyako
and Takeru. I glared, it was like he knew that I was going to ask
her out and he had to interrupt me. I swear I wanted to kill him.
"Oh please." Miyako
laughed. "You might?" That's when I realized they
were laughing at me. That pissed me off even more. "You
aren't going to the dance." I wanted to hit her.
"How the hell would you
know?" I hissed my tone venomous though she didn't seem
"Daisuke, you hate
dances." Takeru reminded me, always stating the obvious. He
wasn't laughing at me though, he just had this odd look on
his face like he didn't believe it be possible for me to
change my mind.
"He hates them because he
doesn't have anyone to go with." Miyako said, that
shrilled sound she called a laugh had died down, but I could
still catch the amusement in her voice.
Now the intelligent thing would
have been to shut up and ignore her crude remark. As I said
before, it would have been an intelligent thing to do and as we
all know, I am a moron. I rule on high and all other idiots look
upon me with awe and can only dream of reaching up to my level of
stupidity. Why do I say that you might ask, well instead of being
the smart one and ignoring the comment I responded like an idiot.
"Oh yeah? How would you
know?" I swear I had regressed about ten years by just using
that one line. But there was no taking it back after I said it,
so I just road with it. "I can get a date easy as that"
I had snapped my fingers as I said that line. I swear I'm
Miyako looked even more amused
then before, I swear I wanted to hit her. "Pull your head
out the clouds, Dai-chan," I hate that nickname.
"Hikari won't be going to the dance with you.
She's going with T.K."
Man, that was kick in the ass in
more ways than one. Not only did Miyako expose the truth that I
had been deftly ignoring for the past four years but she also
crushed any hope I had of changing that little fact by saying
that Takeru had asked her out. Damn he worked fast.
I looked at Hikari who only nodded
sadly—pity. Then at Takeru, who was conveniently looking in
a different direction, now I know why I got the digimental of
courage. And finally at Miyako who had this really nasty,
triumphant look on her face. As if she was enjoying crushing my
heart under the heel of her expensive, Fifth Avenue boot.
But I was to busy being hurt and
angry to wonder why at the moment. And now that I look back I
know the reason why, well I think I do. It was something in her
eyes and maybe if I had paid more attention I wouldn't have
shot back with such a stupid remark, I might have said something
else. I would have saved Ken from such embarrassment.
But I didn't, and
there's no way I would have noticed while I was so angry and
hurt. And maybe it was originally Miyako's fault—in
some strange sense—for not being straight forward with me
and resulting to dirty tricks but what I said after that was my
own stupid fault. No matter how much I try to deny it latter on.
It was my fault.
"Who said I was going to ask
Kari?" All I wanted to do was prove that I didn't
just make a complete ass of myself, and that Miyako was wrong.
For some strange reason I thought that that one question would
settle things. It would prove that Miyako had been wrong even
though she had hit the proverbial nail on the head. Maybe I
deserved what happened next, my punishment for being an idiot and
not being a stillborn like so many other lucky kids.
"Oh?" Miyako said, one
delicate purple eyebrow raising, disappearing under the rim of
her large rounded glass. Yes, she still wore those things, but
now she dressed differently, more fashionably in, making the
hideously dorky glasses part of some new trendy style. Her own
look. "And who, may I ask, were you going to ask if it
wasn't Kari?" There it was again, that spark in
her eyes that I didn't notice until now.
"No one you know."
Meaning that it wasn't anyone in the school since Miyako
knew the whole student body from freshman to senior. Meaning that
I was lying. It seems that the last time I learned new comebacks
was when I was in second grade.
"Oh really, who is she?"
Here it comes. I'm not even going to prepare you for this
"No one you'd
"Kamiya Hikaru." Nope
I'm not kidding, that's the name I used. Come on say
it, I know you want to. I already know how lame and stupid that
was, so you calling me an idiot or moron or baka won't hurt
I remembered the silence that met
me after I blurted out that name and then Miyako began to laugh
or, as I like to call it, her mating call. She was laughing hard,
her large breast (and believe you me, she blossomed in these four
years. It was almost an over night change) bouncing as she did
so. I swear she does that on purpose. I think she believes that
me seeing her melon-sized boobs bouncing around like that would
turn me into a blithering idiot. Little did she know that I was
already one! Ha! Not as smart as she thinks she is.
I shifted my eyes from Miyako and
the two separate entities on her chest to look at Hikari. She was
giving me a look, one that said I can't believe you
said that, Daisuke!' along with that was so lame'
and I was entitled to agree with her. I could tell that she was
dying to call me pathetic and sad.
I then looked towards Takeru who
was still looking in a different direction, trying to blend in
with the wall. Wuss.
Miyako's laughter made me turn back to look at her. I
narrowed my eyes and tried to look as serious as possible.
"Oh c'mon Dai-chan, you could do better then
"Are you insinuating that
I'm lying." I learned that word on Hysteria two days
before and had been dying to use it. Miyako raised her eyebrow
"Oh Dai-chan, you're so
cute and innocent." She said while she walked closer to me.
"So naïve and stupid." By now she was pinching my
cheeks and I was seething. She leaned closer to me. "Do you
really expect anyone to believe such a stupid lie! Kamiya Hikaru?
Please." She rolled her eyes.
I pulled my face away from her
claws and glared her down. Which wasn't much because it only
had made her laugh even more. I was so pissed I was actually
considering beating the smile of her face.
Hey! Don't look at me like
that, I don't hit girls. How could I after watching my mom
and dad, after watching her try to clean her wounds but her tears
keeping her from doing so. I don't hit girls but I was
considering it at the moment and that scares me so much, you have
I think that Takeru had noticed
the danger Miyako was in because he finally decided to come out
of his hiding place and put a hand on Miyako's shoulder. She
looked at him.
"Miyako-chan enough, we know
that he's lying you don't have to do this." Wrong
thing to say Takaishi.
"I'm not lying!"
I yelled completely frustrated and so angry that I didn't
realize an escape from this insanity when I saw one.
Miyako turned to me, a wicked
smile on her face. I was scared because I knew what she was going
to say. I should have ran the other way, I should have just
admitted the truth, I should have died during birth!
"All right, Dai-chan."
Shouldn't hit girls, don't hit girls! I will not
be like my father! "If your being honest then you
wouldn't mind proving it. You'll come to the dance with
Kamiya-san, ne? Prove to me that I'm wrong." With that,
she left laughing like one of those evil women in Anime.
And I was screwed.
I had asked Ken for help after two
days. I didn't do it on the exact same day because I had
hoped that Miyako would forget all about it. I am naïve and
innocent, no wait that just sugar coating the truth. I am a baka.
Anyway, I went to Ken's place
hoping to find some kind of solution for this problem. I mean,
Ken is a genius and my best friend, so why wouldn't he help
me find some way out of this situation? I was positive that
he'd be able to think of something that would save me from
such humiliation. Kami-sama, if I had only known I'd just
make it worse!
"Come in." Ken had said
after I knocked on his door. I turned the doorknob and entered. I
stepped inside and found my best friend sitting by the window,
the light of the setting sun reflecting off his face, giving him
this surreal look. His hair had grown longer in the past years,
now brushing his shoulders; his deep blue eyes becoming smaller
making him look more adult. But at that one moment with the light
coming in through the window illuminating his pale features, I
felt something stir in me that I really didn't understand.
He look stunning surrounded by what seemed to be ethereal light.
He turned, resting twin blue
oceans on me and I felt like I couldn't breathe though I
didn't understand why. He had looked at me millions of
times, why would that time be any different? I had dismissed it
on the grounds that I was upset and most like delusional but now
I think it wasn't the fault of the lighting but the way
he's seem to practically glow as he looked at me.
late." Ken chided, though his eyes were soft and expressed
amusement. He stood and walked—more like glided—towards
me, he took hold of my sleeve—something he's done since
we were kids—and pulled me towards the middle of the room.
There we sat down on the floor and he gave me an expectant look.
"What?" I asked. He
rolled his eyes.
"You wanted me to help you
with your homework." I had forgotten the reason I had given
him so I could come over. I was so embarrassed about telling him
what had really happened, that I thought up the lie about my
homework giving me trouble, well it wasn't really I lie. I
am an idiot in literature. But I guess I was still hopeful about
Miyako forgetting or she'd tell me to forget it. And if she
did forget I didn't want Ken to know what an idiotic thing I
had done. His opinion of me is very important to me.
"So?" Ken asked. I
looked at him for a long time, I had been debating telling him or
not. I finally decided to tell him, considering that he was my
best friend and I knew that Ken would be there for me no matter
what, like he had been there for me when my life seem to be
hitting the ground and going to splat. He cared and I knew that,
which made me feel bad for not trusting him before.
"Ano" Ken arched
an eyebrow, he knew that ano'. It was the
ano' that meant I was going to do, say or ask for
something and he wasn't going to like it. That one word was
like the Tokyo warning alarms. Yup, the big monsters coming so
you better use common sense and get the fuck out of here. To bad
Ken's never been one for common sense.
"What is it?" He asked,
I bit my lip and looked down, I
was so embarrassed. Oi! Don't look at me like that! I do get
embarrassed. Especially around Ken, I always want to show him my
best side, though I really don't have one and he's
already seen me at my worst. But I can't help but want him
to think I'm not as dumb as I act. You know that
there's something more then this idiotic grin and carefree
"You see what happened
was" I began. He sighed and rolled his dark blue eyes,
before giving the look. Yes, Ken has a look. It's real
creepy look too; at least I think so. I think it's a look
left over form his days as the Digimon Kaiser, cause the look
tended to say you're trying my patience. Speak before
I put a dark ring on you and make you lick my boot'. Okay so
I'm over exaggerating, but it was a creepy look that he gave
me when he wanted me to cut the crap.
I took a deep breath, exhaling
audibly. My whole body slumping because the pressure of an
invisible force. I silently thanked Ken for keeping quiet as I
gathered the strength to tell him. Then I looked up at him and
began my story.
He listened, his face completely
blank as he did so. It was a sign that he was processing all the
information. Trying to understand everything before making any
comment or judgment. Ken's always like that, he has to know
everything down to the most minuscule fact or he won't be
There was a long silence after I
finished telling him about my predicament. And I waited for him
to give his advice.
stupid." I already know that, you're not helping! So,
Ken's not exactly the nicest person on the planet. I know, I
know digimental of kindnesspure and utter crap! So anyway
he sat there very quietly as if contemplating my predicament.
He might have a mean streak but
he'd still help me. I think he's does the mean thing
just so that he can make me feel better, whenever I get upset I
get really depressed and worry way to much about it. So, I guess
he's mean for my benefit, if that even makes sense. Then
maybe he does deserve the digimental of kindness.
I watched him as he thought. You
know he's kind of cute when he sits there thinking. His
brows knit together and he gnaws on his bottom lip. He kinda
looks like a chibi.
"Why don't you go to the
mall and ask out a girl?" You know, it hadn't really
dawned on me before, but that really works! Yeah, go to the mall.
Man now I know why Ken's the genius. I'm not kidding, I
actually thought it was a good idea, going to the mall and asking
some random girl to pretend to be Kamiya Hikaru and go to the
dance with me.
"You know that's a good
idea, Ken! Thanks!" I shot up, really excited about the
prospect of going to the mall and pulling a Carrot Glaces. I was
so excited that I didn't really notice Ken sweatdrop and
"UmI was just kidding,
"Ja!!!!" With that I ran
out. I hauled dust as I made my way over to the mall.
"Leaving so soon,
Motomiya-san?" Ken's mother asked, lifting a tray of
drinks so that I wouldn't tip them over. I ran right by her
A thought had hit me, I
couldn't just go to the mall and pick up chicks, you know
I'm not exactly Ishida Yamato. I can just step into an area
and be swapped by hormonal twelve year old girls like he can.
"Yamato, I love you!"
"Yamato, have my baby!"
"Yamato, be my baby daddy."
"Yamato, can I have your
underwear?" I'm not making this up either, I was
with him when it happened. Let's just say that Taichi
wasn't too happy about this.
But now I'm getting side
tracked, Yamato stories would take about a year to tell. So let
me get back on the subject. I was passing Ken's mom right?
And I thought, and I am proud of myself for thinking this,
Ken's mom is a woman, right? So she should know about this
stuff, right? Right, exactly. So I backtracked and ran to
"Daisuke?" Ken said
looking around his mother when he heard me come in. "I
thought you were going to the mall?"
I didn't respond to him, I went straight to Ken's mom.
mom." I distinctly remember Ken sweatdropping at this.
All in one breath, yeah baby! I found my calling in life. I know,
I know, sad. Tell me something I don't know.
I remember hearing a loud thump. I
looked over and saw Ken laying on the floor twitching
"Okay I'll help you.
Come with me to my room." She said to me happily. I was so
happy she understood me. Genius runs in the family. Right.
So anyway we left Ken, distraught,
on the floor and trekked to her room. Man let me tell you she has
the biggest closet I have ever seen, and I've seen some
pretty big closets. I can camp out in that thing. And it is
filled with nothing but clothes like suits, leather straps,
dresses, J-Rocker clothes, a few clown suits, Tommy sweaters,
hippo costumes, and some skirtsKen's mom is messed up!
After she opened the closet she
motioned for me to sit down on her bed. I walked over and sat
down, it had been the first time I had actually sat down on a
waterbed and I kept playing sea boat as she talked to me about
"Well, I know for a fact that
ladies really dig a bad boy." I thought about this for a
minute. Bad Boy eh? I never thought of that before. I thought it
could work. I have to be the most naïve and gullible person that
has ever been born. Now I know why Ken liked to pick on me as the
"But I am a bad boy."
Yeah, I know, I'm an idiot. But I couldn't let her
think that I was a wussy, even though I should have so that she
wouldn't think I was a bad influence on Ken but eh, whatcha
gonna do. Luckily for me, she didn't believe me.
She giggled for a few minutes.
"Sure, Motomiya-san, you're a bad boy." She turned
to Ken who had just walked in—how do moms do that! He
didn't make a sound when he came in. Yet, the minute he came
in she knew he was there. "Your friend is so cute. He thinks
he's bad. Aww. You find the most adorable friends in the
world." By now she was pinching my cheeks.
Ken snort, trying to hold in a
laugh. I hate him sometimes. "Ah mother, what exactly are
"Oh it's girl stuff
darling, you wouldn't understand." Ken looked at his
mom, then at me and fell over laughing. I really, really hate
him. Oh yes Ichijouji, I will get my revenge against you. Oh
wait, I can't. I already hurt his feelings and now I have to
apologize. Yeah! That's the point of this whole monologue!
So anyway the bastard sat down
next to me. I swear he does this just to laugh at me. But I
realize that I like having him close to me. He's warm, well
duh, but you know. A different kind of warm. Why am I telling you
this? Back to the story.
I decided to ignore him but not
completely and pay attention to his mom.
"I saw this on a TV
once." She walked towards her closet and began to search for
the needed clothing. "You need a black leather bomber jacket
with feathers around the collar, and with the words bad to
the bone' written on it." The sounds of Ken snorting
with laughter chorused through the background. "And you get
a nice crisp white T-shirt and tight black leather pants, with at
least fourteen belts. Two around the waist and a the rest tied
around the legs. Oh and don't forget the black boots and
"Yes, and maybe you could die
your hair brown and get blue contacts along with a scar going
diagonally across your face." Ken said still laughing.
"No, no. That's will
take to long." His mom argued, "Anyway, his hair such a
pretty shade of maroon. All he needs is a cow lick and
shades." Ken rolled off the bed laughing. At the time it
seemed like a good idea even though it kinda reminded me of
Squall Leonheart but hey. Now the only problem was where was I
going to get this stuff done? Stuff like this just doesn't
fall into my lap.
Fortunately Ken's mom was one
step ahead of me.
"I was saving this for Ken to
wear when he got older but this is an emergency." Ken's
mom said as she pulled the items out of her closet and plopped it
right down on my lap. I look at Ken and he had the biggest
sweatdrop I ever seen, in a while that is.
So after dragging a very reluctant
Ken out of the room, I began to change. I looked at myself in the
mirror and now I realize I looked like a fool. But at the time I
was thinking that since Ken's mom was the mother of a genius
then I guess it would work. Boy was I wrong!
Ken's mom was very excited to
see me and now that I think about it, Ken looked kinda dazed and
he kept looking at me funny. And now I understand why, but that
Ken's mom kept telling me how
great I looked, gushing over me and fixing my clothing. Then she
brought up the accursed cowlick. Yeah, I hated it, I mean I
wasn't going to say anything and hurt her feelings and all.
But come on! A cowlick!
She sat me down on the bed again
and pulled out of hammerspace an economy sized bottle of styling
gel. I never knew they came that big! She took some of the slop
and slapped it on my hair and start sculpting like she was a kid
with a spork and mash potatoes at school.
Oh, yeah this was after she took
off my goggles. Which I only let Ken hold cause I was
afraid something would happen to them.
This continued for about an hour.
That was the most boring hour of my life, all the pushing and
pulling and this and that. And I've actually sat through a
conversation with Koushiro, Ken and Miyako about how fermented
beans can make a computer run faster. Hey don't ask me
I'm the idiot remember!
After Ken's mom finished, she
held up a mirror in front of me and I looked at my reflection. I
never took my eyes off of it. In the background I heard Ken
snorting trying to hold in his laughter. I swear he makes sure he
is always there when I do something stupid just so he can laugh
I continued to look at my
reflection thinking that I looked retarded and trying to figure
out a way to convince Ken's mother—nicely—that
this is stupid. The hair, I mean, not the outfit. But I guess I
didn't need to because the minute I arched an eyebrow,
that's when my hair went, puff, and went right back to
normal. My hair defies all laws of physics. Even though I
don't understand physics I know it defies its' laws.
Ken started to laugh at me at that
point while his mom complained about my hair and how much time
she spent on it. I wasn't saying a word, cause I know
Ken's mom. One word—any word—it doesn't even
have to be encouraging and we'll be at it again. And
she'll find some new thing to make it stick this time. Can
you imagine me with a cowlick! I looked like a nerd! Me a nerd,
that's like the biggest oxymoron.
Ken finally composed himself
enough to hand me my goggles back. And just as I was about to put
them on and leave Ken's mom got another idea. Something so
stupid and embarrassing that my mind has blocked it from my
access area. In other words, I can't remember.
So I was on my way to the mall to
pick me up some hot chicks.
I walked proudly up to the large
glass mall doors and checked myself out. I looked like a complete
and utter moron buthey whatcha gonna do? I opened the huge
glass doors and stepped inside the cool, air-conditioned mall. I
spied a pretty little thing sitting by the waterspout. Sorry but
the symptoms of the jacket have not left me yet.
So anyway, I walked over there in
a wanna-be suave Kudou Youji style, even though I kinda messed up
and fell on my facebut that's a different story.
When I stood up, the cute little
thing had walked away. But I could see her nice booty heading
towards the lingerie store. The hunt continued.
I had never before been in a
lingerie store. It was like stepping into a new world, full of
soft color and frilly things and it smelled real nice. I'm
not kidding; usually the smell of new clothes makes me gag but
this smelled nice like freshly baked pound cake.
Anyway I had my prey in my sights.
She was looking at a green laced, black leather teddy. This chick
So I quickly darted behind one of
the nearby racks. I grabbed on to the clothes to get a better
look at my prey. She accidentally dropped the teddy and bent over
to pick it up. Let me tell you, that was nicest piece of ass I
have ever seen.
As I was busy checking her
backside out, I didn't notice anyone come up behind me. That
was until this person tapped my back and asked the most annoying
question ever known to shopping-dom: "May I help you,
Of all the times! I swear
it's like they never heard of browsing! But anyway, I turned
really slowly and looked at her, my mind going like a mile a
minute trying to think of something to say.
Thanks." The woman gave that look, but she didn't get
to say anything because a panty decided it would nest on my head.
And I, well, blushed. Oi! Don't look at me like that!
You'd blush too if something like that happened to
youwell unless you were a girl or gay. Just shut up.
"Would you like to purchase
that, sir?" The sales woman asked with that look on her face
that just said you little hentai'.
I raised my eyes and looked at the
panty sitting on my head and blushed. I pulled it off my head
really quickly, crumpling it behind my back and smiling, a big
cheesy smile, at her.
"Buy what?" I asked,
feigning ignorance. The sales clerk sweatdropped and walked back
to the front of the store muttering to herself.
I sighed; turning back to my prey
but she was gone. So I started looking for her. I mean, she
couldn't have gotten to far away.
Anyway suddenly someone tapped me
on the shoulder. I turned around and said really loudly,
"LADY, I DON'T WANT ANY PANTIES!" Then I saw him;
well actually I kinda saw his crouch. Then I looked up, and up,
and upand up, and I saw his face. Let me tell you, he was a
huge Mo' fo.
He looked down at me with the
meanest scowl I had ever seen; it was like I had just stolen his
favorite jelly donut. I tried not to laugh at that thought. Well,
he was big! He looked like he could put four Dunkin' Donut
out of business in ten secondsand still be hungry!
Yes, he was that big and he was
looking down at me like I was fresh piece of meat. I tell you
something, that's fucking scary.
He didn't eat me though; he
threw me out the store.
That little incident didn't
really stop me from my chase. But I'm not really going to
get into all the girls that I asked out, all the smacks in the
face, all the stores I've been banned from etc., etc., etc.
Let's just say it was one of those days you never want to
live or relive in my case.
Well I actually did relive it a
couple of times cause I kept going back for about three
days. Hey! Don't look at me like that! I was desperate.
So, I had just wasted a week and
still had no girl, a lot of bruise but no girl. And I did the
only thing I could do, I went to Ken. I realize now that I rely
on him way too much. And he always helps me and never asks for
anything in return. And now I've completely screwed him
over. I'm an idiot! I'm a babbling idiot!
Anyway, the day after the third
day of girl chasing I went back to Ken's place. Ken's
mom let me in and told me that Ken was in his room. I smiled at
her and walked towards Ken's room. I was so dejected that I
didn't notice the sounds that were coming from his room.
Because if I had heard the noise, I would have never opened that
door without knocking first.
I opened that door and—
"I'm a Survivor!
What! I'm not going to give up! What!"
—there was Ichijouji Ken
dancing to I'm a Survivor. I'll tell you one
thing that's something I was not expecting.
"I'm not gon' stop! What!
I'm gonna work harder! What!"
Not only was he singing but he was
dancing, shaking his tiny, round butt around the room, waving his
arms, eyes closed and sing off key.
"I'm a survivor!
What! I'm gonna make it! What!"
He looked so funny and adorable
that I could interrupt him. I decide to just wait until he was
done and leaned against the wall watching.
"I'm a survivor!
What! Keep on surviving! Wha—!"
At that moment he opened his eyes
and saw me there. A few things happened after that moment.
One, he blushed. Two, he blushed
even harder. Three, he glared and blushed. Which really
didn't effect me much. You know the blush kind of negates
the glare. And finally four, which was the ever predictable
"You tell anyone and
I'll rip your head off and use it as a door stop." It
still didn't effect me—it usually would have but not
this time—how could it! He looked so cute with that large
blush going across his face. "So what do you want?"
Well I went through the whole
story of the mall. You know the big, burly men, the whacking of
sorts, the girls, etc. After I finished he laughed and laughed.
"You know when I said that, I
was joking." I froze and my jaw dropped.
"WHAT?!" You know Ken is
so mean. The bastard laughed meagain. I glared at him and
he just laughed.
"Hey! Don't look at me
like that!" he said, still laughing. "I tried to tell
you I was kidding, but you wouldn't listen. You were to busy
becoming Squall Leonheart to hear me say it."
"WHEN?!" At that moment
Ken looked at me like I was the most pitiful person in the
universe. To tell you the truth, I thought so too.
He sighed, "Forget it.
Let's just find a way of getting you out of this mess."
I nodded and sat down next to him.
We were silent for a long time as we tried to think of a way to
save my ass from the evil Miyako. You know I can't bring
myself to hate her even if she did screw me overno I
screwed myself but she helped! If I hadn't of agreed to
bring my so-called date to the party I would not have gotten into
Suddenly, at that moment, my brain
started to work. I got the best idea yetat least so I
thoughtat the time. I don't know why I thought of it
either but I said, "Why don't you be my date?"
Ken broke out of his thinking and
"SeeYou can be my
date!" I was so excited about it. Ken had this strange look
on his face that at the time I had not understood. But now I
understand what the look meant and I hate myself for being so
"Daisuke, are you mad?"
Ken asked slightly flustered.
"No! It could work. All I
need is a date to prove that I have someone!" I was so happy
that I had forgotten a huge part of the original problem, which
Ken so kindly remind me of right at that moment.
"Motomiya, have you forgotten
that you need a date to play Kamiya Hikaru!" Ken said
slightly annoyed. "And unless you haven't noticed
Kamiya Hikaru is suppose to be a girl, something I am not!"
That really had me stumped. But
then another "bright" idea came to my head. I'm
just full of these lately. "Well you look like a
girl—" This is when Ken glared at me. "—I
mean a little make up and a dress. And from an angle—"
I tilted my head. "—No! Not even! A dress, a cute hair
do, you don't even need make up! You'd look like a real
Ken had this look on his face that
expressed how confused he was, it was like he couldn't
decide on either being insulated and angry or blush at a
compliment. He decide on both from what I could tell. He blushed
and glared. Ah Ken, the Kaiser of multitasking emotions.
"ARE YOU INSANE!" Ken
asked me, "AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?"
I can't help but snicker now
at the look that was on his face. He looked so indignant. He
really is adorable. And always made me happy to see an expression
other then sorrow on his pale features.
Maybe that's why I have
always been drawn to him, because I've always felt a need to
pull him out of the shit he likes to wallow in. Because I never
want to see him suffer, because I want him to smile at me,
because his smiles warm me to the core.
I am a fool.
At the time I wasn't exactly
paying attention to the fact that being near Ken did things to me
that were suppose to happen when around Hikari. At the time all I
wanted to do was convince Ken into dressing up like a girl and
going with me to the dance as Kamiya Hikaru.
Now that, my friends, is a task!
It's almost as hard as getting my neechan to realize that
Yamato is gay. Which is also an impossible task since the
girl's already caught Yamato in a passionate embrace with
Taichi and Jun still thinks that he will one day be with her. And
I thought I was delusional!
Enough of my stupid sister and
back to the story.
make a hot girlthat's all." I answered him,
"And NO I'm not insane!"
Ken gave me this look (yeah,
he's just full of looks) that said I'm going to
hit you' and I just smiled at him. A smile that usually
seemed to calm him down, which it did.
"SoooWill you do
it?" I asked in my sweetest tone, that even makes me sick
when I hear it.
"NO!" He glared at me
after he practically yelled that word at me. Then sat breathing a
bit hard as I tried to collect my thoughts. Not because I was
taken aback by his yelling or anything, but because I had to find
a way to get Ken in a dress.
It was my last resort, I had no
other way of getting out of this mess without having to say I was
wrong and that I lied. I should have said that but I
couldn't, my pride wouldn't let me. So I had to get Ken
into a skirt. I just had to.
"Why not?" He gave me
another look when I said that. "I mean, it's not like
you will lose your masculinity or anything. The Irish and Scots
wear skirts and they're the manliest men I know."
Ken sighed. "Daisuke,
I'm not Irish or Scottish. I'm Japanese besides when
they wear skirts they aren't pretending to be women. I will
be! And I don't wanna!"
You know Ken is the most stubborn
person I have ever met. To think he actually wanted to help me
out. He just loves to see me embarrase myself.
"Butbut it's only
for one night!"
"C'mon, you won't
even have to shave your legs or anything!"
"I'd do it for
"Okay so I wouldn't
butC'mon be nice!"
Ken looked about ready to bash his
head into a wall either that or beat me senseless. I'm kinda
glad I never got to find out which one.
"Don't beg it's
"C'mon please, I'll
do anything you say."
"" He seemed to be
considering this. "Anything?"
His eyes got this really unnatural
glint in them when I said that. I kinda felt like I was digging
my own grave.
"Are you sure? Anything I
He was giving me an escape at that
one moment, but damn I was so stupid that I didn't use it. I
just nodded my head vigorously, the glint in his eyes beginning
to shine. He looked scary, almost like a snake about to strike a
mouse. But I didn't think much of it at the time.
"All right." Insert evil
Grinch, I'm-about-to steal-Christmas grin right here.
"You have to be my slave for a week. And do anything, and I
mean anything, I say. Promise?"
That was the creepiest grin I have
ever seen Ken make, even from his Digimon Kaiser days. But I
decided to ignore the grin and complied with the request. After I
complied Ken's eyes were practically glittering like a
bobcat that just found the juiciest piece of meat in the desert.
Okay, so Ken had agreed which made
me ecstatic. I was blissfully unaware of the fact that I could
have just sold my soul to the devil. Well at least he's a
cute devil. I had actually thought those words on that day and
they scared me shitless. So I decided to think of something else,
my usual tactic when something makes me uncomfortable.
"Okay, so we need to get you
some new clothes." I said, "You need a
skirt—something really sexy."
"Yeah, I'm trying to
smite Miyako so I can't take a homely girl to the
dance." I explained. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Sexy? How can I
make—no—how can I wear anything sexy? I don't have
theequipment for looking sexy in dresses!" He looked
quite flustered at the moment.
"What are you talking about?
I think you can look sexy if you wanted to." I have no idea
why I said that at that moment and what the hell I was thinking
but that's not important.
Ken blushed, I mean he was so
bright he could guide ships in a fog bank. I think he noticed me
looking at him, so he blushed some more, if possible.
I sighed, and shook my head. Then
laughed a little at how ridiculous this whole thing was. Well
actually, I was laughing at an image of an angry Ken in bad
make-up, horrible blond wig, pink, frilly, puffy skirt and fish
net panty hoes.
"What's so funny?"
Ken asked, he was a bit irritable. Hey, it's understandable.
worry." I laughed.
Since we couldn't very well
ask Ken's mom to dress her son up like a girl. The next day
Ken and I went back to the mall. Surprisingly they let me back in
after that horrible Carrot escapade. I guess they didn't
recognize me without all the leather and feathers.
So anyway we headed to the first
store, Bambi's Pink Palace. And I am not kidding that is the
actual name of the store. Creepy isn't it? Ken looked like
he was going to barf right there on the floor and tried to shrink
back in fearI guess. So I had to grab his hand and pull him
into the store.
We stepped into the store and it
was pink. Though it wouldn't have been all that bad if it
was just pink, but it seems that who ever owned the store had a
thing for Bambi. He was every where. Plastered over the walls,
hanging from the ceiling, the carpeting had little Bambi prints
on it, and even the store clerks had to wear little deer ears.
I'll tell you one thing, it was scary. So scary that Ken
actually clutched my hand tighter.
"Are you sure this is a dress
store, Daisuke?" Ken whispered, almost afraid to speak any
louder. "It kind of looks like a children store."
"Nope. Look dresses." I
pointed with my free hand at all the skirts and things. Ken
nodded slowly and continued to follow. He kept looking in all
directions as we walked, as if he was afraid some big, burly,
evil thing would come out and eat him.
"Well here we go." I
said reaching for the first dress that touched my fingers. Ken
let go to catch the pink piece of cloth. I took a few others and
threw them to him.
whispered, "Daisuke, are you sure about this?"
"Positive." I said
without turning around to catch the look on his face.
We reached another one of the
racks of clothing and stopped. I didn't exactly rummage
through the racks or look at them for that matter. I just grabbed
and tossed, calling out for Ken to catch them.
"Daisuke!" Ken said. He
took a deep breath, steeling himself, I think. That store had
effected him greatly. I had found one of Ken's
weakness—girly clothing stores. "Wouldn't it be a
good idea to get the clothes in my size? This is a triple X, I am
no where near that size."
I laughed and turned my head to
look at him. He looked slightly annoyed but more scared of the
store, then anything else. He raised his hands and gave me back
the dresses, which according to him were all way to big for him.
I smiled sheepishly at him, one hand scratching the back of my
After a while, Ken seemed to get
over his fear, either that or he was going to ignore it and
concentrate on being angry with me. Which seemed to be working
because it did look like he was trying to glare at me. But the
simple fact of him still being afraid of the store kind of
We moved from the rack that said
size triple X in big, black, letters and walked towards a smaller
section. Which apparently all the clothes their were all to small
for Ken to wear. Annoyed, I turned and looked at him.
"Ken, just what is
your size?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I don't know." I
gave him a look this time. "I don't usually wear
girls' clothes, Daisuke!"
I looked at him to try to estimate
his size. I know this is kind of irrelevant but Ken has really
cute waistline, kind of small and petite like a girl. Actually
he's really thin, if it hadn't been for the fact that I
have been to his house for dinner and seen the boy eat I would
have thought he was anorexic.
Well, I looked him over and
estimated him to be a size medium small. I nodded to myself in
satisfaction and dragged Ken over the right section. And there
once more, I began to throw clothes at him without paying much
attention to what they looked like.
"Daisuke, I don't mean
to be rude but these clothes suck." Ken said to me. I turned
around to see Ken frowning at me. "I'm insulted that
you wouldn't think I have a better fashion sense." I
"Huh?" At that moment my
hand had a dress, ready to launch it at him. Ken just rolled his
eyes and dumped the clothes back on me. I mean literally, he
walked over to me and threw the clothes on my head.
He then pushed me aside and began
to look for something that suited him better. After a while he
turned to me and looked at me with this sad look on his face.
"I can't believe
I'm in this store. " He said pointing to the
Bambi print covered carpet. "Shopping for girls'
clothes. And if it weren't bad enough, it's girls'
clothes I'm going to have to wear."
He shook his head and sighed,
giving me one good glare before turning back to look for the
right dress. I shrugged at his comment muttering about how he had
agreed to do this and shouldn't be complaining. He glared at
me again, apparently he had heard me.
We were there for quite a while.
Ken has to be the pickiest person I have ever met in my whole
entire life. He liked nothing! Everything was too ugly or the
wrong color or it didn't look good on him. I was starting to
wonder if he really was a girl and just never told me.
After what seemed like hours he
finally pulled out a purple gown and he looked at it for a few
minutes. I wasn't sure what he was thinking at the moment,
he looked so deep in thought.
Following a lot of scrutiny he
turned and walked towards the dressing room never to come out
againwell not really. But it sure as hell took him long
enough to put that thing on.
"Are you coming out or
not?" I asked. So I'm impatient, big deal!
"Quiet!" he barked back
at me. "I'm dressing!" God he is so slow.
It's like shopping with a real woman.
Anyway after more exchanges of
words between him and I, the dressing room door slowly opened. I
was totally taken aback by the sight of him. He was dressed in a
halter-topped gown with a matching scarf draped lightly over his
slender arms. He turned around once and asked me what I thought.
"Gah!" was all that came
out of my mouth.
Ken put his hands on his hips
making him look even more appealing and scowled at me.
"What type of answer is
GAH!'" He said, "It's for your dance. I
need an answer here, Daisuke. What do you think?"
After taking a few quick breaths
and reminding myself that I like Hikari, I told him what I
"It's a nice
dress." I replied not knowing really what to say. I guess it
was the wrong answer cause Ichijouji was glaring at me.
"Daisuke, how does it look on
me?" he asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know."
"Fine! You look fine! You are
one sexy, hot mama! Happy now!"
"I loathe you." With
that said he walked back into the dressing room. What did I say
wrong? I thought that was a complement.
Ken was pissed off at me the rest
of the day (well more then he was before). We bought the dress
and the saleslady gave us the funniest look. Ken called her
closed-minded bitch. I had no idea why and I wasn't going to
After we left Bambi's house
of terror, we walked towards a shoe store and bought something
that matched with the dress. Ken shops for shoes faster for some
reason. Then we had to buy the boobs that he was going to wear.
He was really pissy around that time and just around ticked off
when we were getting the make up. He calmed down slightly when we
went for any other accessories. We didn't need to buy
jewelry though; we used my mom's.
Needless to say Ken was not
someone you wanted to be around that the time. He was pissed, I
could have sworn he was going to start twitching. But to be
completely honest I think a part of him liked doing that.
Now's the moment you've
been waiting for folks. The night of the dance!
I went to pick up Ken because he
said that he wasn't walking and that I better bring a cab
and of course I was paying. He told me this on the day we went
shopping and I wasn't going to tell him no when he was in
that state. He looked ready to blow once.
I knocked on the door and a split
second later it swung open to reveal Ken's mom. She had the
biggest, most cheesiest smile on her face. From what Ken had told
me she had found out about Ken's little cross-dressing
endeavor and didn't really mind. She was just happy that he
was happy though he did try to explain the situation to her but
she wasn't listening. All she knew was that he little, baby,
boy was going on his first date.
"Oh Daisuke-san, you look so
cute!!!" She gushed as she yanked me into the apartment.
said, swatting her hands away. What is it with moms and touching,
"Where's Ken?" I
asked looking around for those glaring eyes.
"Oh, he's in his
room." She said. I nodded and started towards his door when
she grabbed me and pulled me back with the strength of ten
mommies wrestling on Christmas day for the last Hiroshi the
Bazooka carrying Ninja™. "You can't see him yet!
He's not ready yet. You can't see him until he's
getting married." I told. I swear the look she gave me was
screaming out all in due time'.
"Of course not,
sweetie." I didn't exactly feel comforted after she
said that. "Now come here so I can take some pictures."
Before I could object, she yanked
me over to the side and started snapping pictures out of nowhere.
The only thing I saw was flashing lights. It was like I was a
model at a photo shoot, which wouldn't be so bad now that I
think about it.
Ken came out after she had run out
of film. But quick as The Flash™ she had another roll in
and was blinding the poor boy while squealing about how cute he
was and how pretty his hair looked and all that other crap moms
like to babble about.
"Mother, please stop."
He said in a low voice. She, of course, didn't listen and
continued to snap pictures like he was on a runway for vogue or
After a while the endless snapping
seem to stop. I think she ran out of film again. But before I
could get a word out to Ken, she pushed us both together and
started snapping pictures again.
"Oh my god, you two are so
adorable together!" She said, still taking pictures from any
"Didn't you tell her
that we weren't really on a date?" I had asked.
"Yes, but she has some sort
of mental block over that one piece of information." He
"Oh! My baby's
socializing and every thing!" She was saying. "I'm
so happy!" Another snap. "Oh Ken, you picked out such a
cute little boyfriend."
I remember distinctly a large
blush going across my face at that moment.
"MOTHER!" Ken cried out
indignantly. She giggled and continued to snap pictures until she
finally ran out.
Ken's mom ran off to get more
film (how many pictures did she really need) and finally left us
I turned and looked at Ken who was
once more glaring at me. He blamed this whole thing on me while
walking towards the couch where he sat down and continued to
That's when I got my first
look at Ken for that evening. He was, in one word, breathtaking.
He made such a pretty girl that I couldn't even remember
He was wearing that purple
halter-top dress thing that he had bought and it brought out all
the right curves (even the ones that are not suppose to be there,
for a guy at least). His hair was help up by long, elegant pins
to make a twist, with strands of curled hair framing his face.
His face was touched with a soft amount of make up. Eye liner,
rogue, and raspberry lipstick, not a lot though, just enough to
show off his pouty lips.
He stood, when his mom came back
in the room, picking up the silk scarf and draping it over his
gloved arms. His silver jewels making a soft jingling or clanging
sound as he moved.
"Now Ken, when you get to the
dance I want you to take lots and lots of pictures for me."
Ken's mom said handing him the camera.
"Yes Mother." Ken said
and I snickered. Ken heard me and glared, but it looked so sexy
on his face that I didn't mind that he glared at me.
I've lost count of how many times I told myself I
wasn't gay during these past few days
It took us forever to get
Ken's mom to stop gushing over us and let us leave but we
finally did. She waved at us from the doorstep, reminding me what
time Ken had to be home and not to over step my bounds. God,
parents are unbelievable.
The gym looked like the gym when
we approached it at first. But then when we got to the entrance
there was a guard standing in front of a gate entirely adorned
with white and light blue balloons, following some sort of
pattern. We passed through the gate and the entire gym looked
like it was illuminated with candles. You know that soft, warm
glow that makes you all warm and buttery inside. The tables were
set up to either side of the gym. In the middle of the floor
there were a few people dancing to the music the DJ supplied. A
thousand tiny lights fell on us as the disco ball came down. It
looked like something out of a storybook.
Ken gripped my arm as we went
further inside. I knew he was uncomfortable, he's not the
social type, never was never will be. And all those eyes on him
were bothering him, even if he had been on TV before, the
attention that the Digimon Kaiser craved and needed to survive
would kill Ken. It's weird really, but knowing this I placed
my hand over his hand and told him it was going to be all right.
Then I made lame joke.
"Let's just find Miyako
and get the hell out of here." Ken said. I nodded. As stated
before, I really am not one for dances. Or anyplace where I have
to wear things that don't consist of sneakers and T-shirts
are places I won't want to go.
"I wonder where she is."
I said out loud, and as if on cue:
"Well, well. What a surprise
to see you here, Dai-chan." Miyako said walking towards us,
Hikari and Takeru in tow. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm glad you were able
to come, Daisuke-kun." Hikari said smiling at me. She then
turned to Ken. "And you are?"
Ken looked thoughtful for a
moment. "Kamiya Hikaru." He finally said in a falsetto.
It was quite amusing to watch all
three of them. Their faces ranged from surprise to disbelief to
awestruck then finally to acceptance, well at least Takeru and
Hikari went that way. Miyako made a couple other faces but
let's not get into that.
After that Takeru kinda eyed Ken
funny, I couldn't help but chuckle as Ken immediately turned
and looked at something else. I wonder if Hikari noticed that.
Hikari started to talk to Ken, who
wasn't exactly thrilled. Ken never really like Kari.
Don't really know why though. Always frowning when I talk
But luckily, Ken kept his temper
in check, especially when she commented about his figure. Boy, I
thought he was going to kill her when she said he was to thin
(though it doesn't bother him when anyone else says it to
him). Luckily all that happened was that his eyes narrowed, his
voice deepened, and his grip on my arm tightened so much that it
cut all blood flow.
Boy, I was glad when Hikari
decided to excuse herself to get a drink. Ken's grip slowly
slackened. I could feel my blood flow returning back to normal.
"Dai-chan, can I talk to you
for a minute?" Miyako said with hints of something sinister
in her voice. Man, it sounded creepy. But for some reason Ken had
no intention of letting me go. He squeezed my arm once again
cutting off the blood flow.
"In private." She
echoed looking straight at Ken with a bright glint in her eyes.
Ken and Miyako glared at each other but it was kinda funny
because they were both trying to be nice about it at the same
The tension was as thick as
homemade butter when Takeru interrupted them.
"Don't worry, Daisuke.
I'll take Hikaru-chan off your hands." He said eyeing
Ken again. I could feel Ken's grip tightening even
harderif that was possible.
"No, that's quite all
right." Ken said through clenched teeth.
"Aw, c'mon. What are you
going to do while those two are talking?" Takeru asked.
"They're not going to go
talking." Ken said turning to me and making sure only I
could hear him. I grinned weakly at the look on his face.
By that time all I wanted was to
be able to feel the blood flowing through my arm again so I
turned back to Miyako and nodded my consent. I swear Ken was
going to break my arm right there.
Hikaru-chan." I said turning to him. "I need you to let
go of my arm so I can go talk to Miyako." His grip
tightened. He looked at me with a face that said Don't
do this to me.'
I didn't know why I did it, I
think it was because of the face he was making. Seeing those
large blue eyes staring down at me. Well, whatever the reason, I
leaned up and kissed his forehead.
"I'll be back in a
second, okay?" He was so surprised that his grip on my arm
loosened enough for me to make my escape. Though instead of
celebrating I was in complete shock from what I had just done. I
mean, dude!, I just kissed Ken, my best friend! That's not
something that you do everyday.
But I wasn't really upset
just surprised. It felt nice to kiss him. Now, I really wish I
could do it again. Though at the time I wasn't thinking
If Miyako's eyes could burn a
hole through someone, Ken would have had a hole as big as Mexico
in him then. And if Ken could do the same thing, I guess, Takeru
would have a hole as big as Soviet Union, before it broke up, as
Takeru whisked' him away.
Now it was just me and Miyako. One
on one. By the look on her face I figured it wasn't going to
be all fine and dandy.
A long silence stretched between
us, she was looking at me and I was thinking about Ken. Surprise,
surprise. He was the only thing I could think about this whole
"So, what do you want to talk
to me about?" I asked, glancing back at Ken who was now
dancing with Takeru. And did he look mighty pissed.
"Well Dai-chan, I'm
surprised that you brought that type of girl." Miyako
said with this mischievous look. I gave her an odd look. I had no
idea what she was talking about and I voiced this.
She grinned at me.
"Well." She sang out, with a new innocent look on
her face. I should have seen that as a warning but as I stated
before, I am an idiot. "I can't really say anything
because I don't know her." She stopped for a moment
looking about the room and then at Ken who was still dancing with
Takeru, a little too closely I might add.
She leaned in closer to me.
"She seems scankish."
"Scankish?" I repeated.
She nodded at me.
"Yes, scankish. I mean look
at her." She continued, "She looks like she's the
type that likes a good time." I swear she was about to say
wink wink nudge nudge.
"She's not like
that." I said trying my best to defend Ken's honor but
"Right. You believe that. To
bad you don't have a girl like me, which you can't
because I like Ken." My eyes grew wide and I knew she could
see the dumbfounded expression on my face.
"You like Ken?" I asked.
I was shocked beyond belief. It wasn't something I was
expecting. Miyako hit on everyone but Ken, especially
after realizing that he tends to have a stick up the ass during
parties and she's overly social. She had told me that they
weren't right for each other.
"Since when?" I asked
her folding my arms over my chest. My fists clenching and on
clenching around the fabric of my shirt. She sighed audibly and
now that I think about it, it was melodramatic.
"Since forever." She
replied smiling at me. "He's so prefect. His eyes, his
hair, his soft skin and he is so smart, remember he is considered
I had really stopped listening
after she had said "his soft skin". All could think
about was that she had touched him, and I kept wondering why that
bothered me so much. And all could I think about was making
Miyako give up her feelings for Ken.
I don't know why it bothered
me so much, I mean Ken has no affection towards her what so ever.
"I don't know why you
like Ken anyway." I said hoping to divert her away from Ken,
I don't know why. I mean I should have been happy for him,
right? I should have been happy that Miyako found some interest
in him, right? Right? "He has no emotions what so ever. He
wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. He's like
a monster, remember? You said it yourself when he was our
After I had said those words I
regretted it. Just a short distance away Ken stood. They say that
a person's eyes are a window into their soul and right at
that moment I could see Ken's breaking. He looked so pained
and all I could do was stare. I had no idea what to do.
But it seemed Ken did, he just
walked right passed me, a cold chill running up my spine. And
still, all I could do was stare after his retreating figure as he
walked out of the school.
I couldn't tear my eyes away
from the exit. He left because of me. It was my fault. It's
my fault alone. That's why I decided I had to go after him.
What I'll say when I catch him, if I ever do, I don't
know. But whatever it was I had to make him forgive me.
And this is where I am now. This
is why I've been running down the school grounds. I've
been searching for the one important person to me. The person I
hurt so badly.
I can't find him on the
school grounds, so I stop. I have to think of a place where Ken
could go. I know he couldn't have gone home yet. For one he
lives on the other side of river and I know he wouldn't want
to go home yet and face his mother. So I continue to look around
and see a large park.
It was the only logical place I
could think of. Where else can he go? There aren't that many
places near the school.
In side the park I look around to
see if I can see any sign that maybe Ken has been by, like I
don't know, a mutilated squirrel or something. Ken becomes
violent when he's pissed. Unfortunately I see nothing to
indicate his presence.
I run deeper into the park
following the South road. I see no sight of Ken, only an old guy
standing next to the lamppost.
Maybe I should ask himHe
might knowright? Well it's better then running around
blindly. Like I just didshut up.
I walk towards the man and the
closer I get the more intense the smell of putrid stuff gets. He
reeks like boiled bologna and steamed sardines. Trust me, I have
smelled this before.
He also looked like he hasn't
seen a shower since the dark ages, but I guess that explains the
smell. He's wearing dark rags that look like they've
been underneath a moving truck for fifteen hours. But regardless
of how he looks and smells I have to ask him about Ken.
"Ano." I know,
shut up. The guy doesn't look at me he keeps looking at the
tree and grumbling.
He continues to ignore me so I
step closer to him. I can now hear what he's saying.
He's talking to the tree.
"Whaddya mean it
ma fault!" he slurs, "I didn' do
nothin'. Christopher Columbus did it!"
"Okay, I know I promise ta
get ya som' hot dogzthe cops tol'
me I couldn' get no hot dogz. Ya shoulda saw tha pretty
Huh? What? Right.
"Ano" I say again.
He's still not listen. "OI BUM-SAN, I'M
TALKIN' TO YOU!" He turns and looks at me.
"Oooh. I like ya, boy. So
pretty." The old man says to me. "Christopher Columbus
stol' ma my pogo stic' now I cant get Tree-chan
som' o dem hot dogz."
YeeeahI slowly take a step
back, careful not to make any sudden movements.
"I'm really sorry about
your loss." I say trying to keep him from getting upset with
me. "Ahhave you seen a guy—I mean girl—about
yay tall, with dark blue hair and a purple skirt dress
thing." He's looking at me like I'm out of focus
"Ooh pretty boy, yes
pretty boy. He stol' ma stic'." Did he just say
Ken stole his stick?
"Okay, did you
"Caw, caw, caw." I turn
to see another man walk by cawing like a crow. You know, I just
remembered that all the weirdoes come out at night.
"OI!" I scream at the
other guy, for some reason I think he's saner then the other
He turns and looks at me, cawing
again. I think he just asked me what I wanted. Don't ask me
how I understand him I just do. Hey, it was either him or the old
I ask him if he's seen Ken
and he nods cawing at me again. Then points towards the general
direction of the playground. I thank him and he caws in return.
Then a bolt down the direction that I was given.
I find Ken a few feet away from
the playground. He seems to have ripped his dress so that there
are to long slits on his sides and thrown his shoes to the side.
He's in some battle stance he learned in Judo class and
after a few seconds he kicks the tree. And he kicks it again. And
again. And again. And again. I think he's been doing this
for a while.
To be honest, I'm scared to
get near him at the moment. And I really sympathize with the
tree. But I rather he not to kick me.
I have to do this I know I do.
Breath. Walk. Right foot up left down. Yeah there you go.
"Ken." I call after a
few minutes. He stops so I know he's heard me.
"Ken" Wow! Was that a roundhouse kick? I didn't
know he could do that! I really feel bad for that tree.
"Ken" I don't
really know what to say to him. And he's not looking at me.
He's just standing there with his back to me. His fist
clenching and unclenching. I wish he would hit me so we could
just get this over with and we could be friends again.
really sorry for what happened" I say looking down at
the grass below me. He says nothing to me. "Ken, look at
He turns and looks, no glares, at
me. But that's not what's affecting me. It's the
fact that I know he's been crying. His eyes are all large
and puffy and his mascara is running down his face. He wipes his
nose as he continues to stare at me.
"What?" he snaps. I say
nothing, just stare at him. He sighs. "Just forget it,
Daisuke. Just leave." With that said he just turns around
"Just go away."
"No!" I walk towards
him, which in my opinion is like a personal health hazard at the
moment. But the hell do I care, I'm the stupid one that acts
before he thinks, right?
Taking hold of his arm, I turn him
again. Not letting go of his arm, I stare straight in his eyes.
"Daisuke. Let. Me. Go."
What the Hell happened? One minute
I'm standing holding Ken's arm. The next he grabbed my
wrist and here I am on the floor staring up at him. Hey, is he
wearing green panties?
And now he's leaving.
Can't let him leave. I get up and chase off after him.
"Ken!" I call out after
him, running after him. He's not stopping actually he's
starting to run off. "Ken! Chotto!"
I continue to run after him, but I
just remembered that Ken's faster then I am. I start to run
faster and then I leap towards him and land right on top of him.
He's not really happy about this and he struggles. So we end
up falling to the ground.
"Get off me, damnit!" He
"No!" I yell back.
"Not until you listen to me!"
" Haven't you've
"No! Fuck Ken, let me talk!
If you don't like what you hear you can kick my ass!"
Well he stopped struggling.
"Fine talk." He says.
I take a deep breath and well
stare at him. I don't know what to say! Well, I do but I
don't know how to say it. And the fact that I'm on top
of him, holding down his wrists isn't helping either.
"Daisuke, say something or
I'm really going to kick your ass." I glare at
"You can't do it until I
say something that you don't like."
"You've already done
"Ohyeah." I sigh.
"Look I'm sorry about that I didn't mean it.
I—I just freaked." He arches an eyebrow and I explain
it to him. I tell him everything. I tell him about my talk with
Miyako and how I felt when she said she wanted Ken. I tell him
that I was jealous, because that's what I was. I tell him
that I only said those things because I didn't want her to
be with him, because I did.
"Because I want to be
you're lover, not her." I say to him.
Then I get off of him and sit down
next to him. He's completely silent and his eyes are wide
with shook. I sit there quietly waiting for the inevitable. I
know he's going to kick my ass. I know he's not happy
that I just told him I liked him. It's only a matter of
time. I wonder how hard he'll hit me. Or if he'll do
one of those weird Judo moves on me. Yeah, that would hurt.
But surprisingly he
hasn'tHe's Laughing???! Yeah, he is laughing.
Maybe he's laughing because he has gone insane and he is
thinking of ways to kill me.
He sits up and looks at me after
he stops laughing. "What did you say?" he asks. Oh yeah
now I'm scared.
"Dai suki." I
close my eyes and wait for the blow. Instead I feel his soft lips
on mine. He's Kissing Me!!!!! Why the hell is he kissing me!
He can't like me back. It's impossible. He's
suppose to hit me and I'm suppose to hear how much he hates
me and how I'm a pervert and a sicko for liking him. Not
this! This is so unreal, so shojou manga-ish, so wonderful.
It's just not right, wonderful things don't happen.
He pulls away.
"Daisuke?" Oh that's right, I didn't
"I'm sorry." I say.
"I was just wasn't expecting you toyou
knowreciprocate." He laughs.
"God, you're so
dumb." He says. He kisses me again. It's a quick peck.
"Dai suki." He says it each time he kisses me on the
lips, still laughing.
I smile brightly, wrapping my arms
and kiss him deeply. Right now I'm ecstatic. We continue
kissing until I hear strange mumbling from behind us. We look
over and see that old man from before looking at us.
"Oooh. Pretty boys." He
slurs. "Have ya seen ma pogo stick. I needs it so I can
ge' back ta Christopher Columbus' mother ship and get
the hot dogz fo' Tree-chan."
Silence. Wind blows by and I swear
I see a tumble weed blow by from the corner of my eye as we stare
at this guy.
"Daisuke?" Ken asks. I
grab his hand a stand up, pulling him with me.
"Just run Ken." I tell
him pulling him away. "Just run and don't make direct
"Wait pretty boys!" He
yells behind us.
We didn't stop and continue
running, laughing and sometimes even stopping to kiss. But at
least we were happy and my stupidity didn't lose me my best
friend—which I'm going apologize to again and again.
So, I didn't get Hikari in the end. But I think that I still
beat Takeru in the lover department. Ken's much better then
her and his hips aren't as wide as hers.
Author's Notes: Yes, we
actually did come across a weird, smelly, old guy mumbling
something about a hospital, Christopher Columbus, losing
something and pretty girls. It was a creepy sight and we walked
the other way. We also came across the Birdman. Yes, he did caw.
We have seen him five times since. So beware my friends. You
never know when or where you'll come across these two. They
strike when you least expect it especially traveling through
China-town (New York City). BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm
Author's notes #2: She's
the crazy one, remember that. Though it is true about the two
weird guys. But she's still just as crazy. Stop glaring at
me, you! It's true and you know it!