Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Castaways ❯ Burn ( Chapter 2 )

Thanks for the reviews. I got one on ff.net that said this was a bit of an out-of-character story. Should it matter? It's just a story.
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Half of the next day was spent with everyone packing for tomorrow. Almost everyone had about two or three bags with them full of clothes and other gear. Daisuke packed only one bag. He found out that it was only for a week, so he unpacked most of his clothes. He wondered why they were packing so much for just a five day trip, unless he missed something. And why is it five days anyway? He was thinking about it when he got a call on his cell phone.

"Yeah," he answered in his monotone voice.

"Daisuke, where are you?" asked the speaker of the voice. It was Ken.

"I'm in my room laying down. Why, is there something going on that I didn't hear about?"

"Not entirely. Everyone's meeting at the bleachers on the soccer field to talk about tomorrow."

"When?"

"In a few minutes. I'm heading over there right now."

"Alright. I'll be there."

"Okay, see you."

Daisuke hung up the phone and looked over at the clock on his nightstand, which read 4:23 p.m. With a sigh, he got up and slipped on his shoes.

'I've got a few questions anyway,' he thought as he headed out the door. As he was heading towards the soccer field, he noticed how empty the campus was, except for the scattered few that decided to linger about instead of going home for the summer.

"My, this place is empty," he said to himself, looking around. He noticed Hikari off to his right, walking by herself. 'Gee, I wonder where Takeru is,' he thought sarcastically. 'Oh well.'

'Where's Takeru?' Hikari thought to herself. 'I know he told me he'd meet me at the soccer field, but he's been gone most of the afternoon. Not that I'm worried, I'm just curious. He's been acting strange around me lately these past few days.' She looked around the campus lot, noticing how quiet it was, except for the scant few crowds scattered here and there, no doubt frat groups deciding what to do for the summer. Her eyes settled on a certain brunette-haired goggle head. 'Daisuke,' she thought. 'Maybe he knows where Takeru is.' It was pointless, she knew, but it was worth a shot. She crossed over to where he was walking.

Daisuke looked up at the sound of his name being called. 'Oh, no,' he thought, watching Hikari jog over to him. 'So much for the silent treatment.'

"Daisuke, have you seen Takeru?" Hikari asked when she caught up to him.

"It's nice to see you too, Hikari. I'm doing well by the way," Daisuke said.

"Huh?"

"No, I haven't seen him. What made you think I would, anyhow?"

"I was just asking. Have you noticed how strange he's been acting lately?"

"Can't say that I have. Was I supposed to be observing him?"

"No, I'm just saying-"

"I don't recall being told to keep a record book of how many times Takeru acts strange. Let me guess, it's written down in the manual he came with?"

"Daisuke, what's gotten into you?" Hikari asked sternly, stopping him on the sidewalk. "You've been avoiding me since high school, and you've been acting mean to me and Takeru ever since we hooked up! If Takeru hasn't been acting strange enough, you take the cake!"

"I'm acting strange?!" Daisuke snapped, placing his hand on his chest. "So I guess you don't find it strange when your oh-so-perfect boyfriend tends to act like an idiot whenever I'm around? If anyone needs to do a little more observing on him, it's you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Daisuke turned and walked off briskly with an annoyed sigh. "Think about it," he said, turning towards her before walking off again.
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"Daisuke, you made it," Ken said, greeting his friend.

"So I did," Daisuke said as they slapped hands. He noticed a slightly surprised tone in Ken's voice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why?"

"You seem nervous about something."

"No, everything's fine."

"Whatever. What's this all about?"

"Come sit down. We're getting ready to talk about it now."

"Hey, Hikari," Takeru said, greeting Hikari with a kiss.

"Hey, Takeru," Hikari said, returning the kiss. "Where were you all afternoon?"

"I had to take care of a few things. You weren't worried about me, were you?"

"Just long enough to miss you."

Takeru chuckled a little. "Oh, Daisuke," he said, getting Daisuke's attention. "There's something I need to tell you later."

"You can't tell me now?" Daisuke asked.

"Has to be in private, after everything is over with."

"Whatever."

"Now that everyone's here, let's discuss about tomorrow," Miyako said, getting everyone's attention. "Anybody got any questions on what's going on?"

"Yeah, I got a few," Daisuke said. "Why in the world are you packing so much stuff for a five day trip? We're going to be on the boat the whole time, aren't we?"

"No, we'll be making a few stops here and there. This is more of a tour than a boat ride."

"And just how did this come about anyway? What happened, someone won some kind of contest?"

"It had nothing to do with any kind of contest," Iori cut in. "Some rich guy got the idea to build an expensive boat two years ago, and decided to give the graduating high school seniors of this year a free ride and a tour as a graduation present for his son. He also said we could bring however many friends we want."

"Must be a pretty big boat," Daisuke said, leaning back onto the bleachers. "So 'rich kid's dad' is giving the seniors a boat ride and tour. Did he say where we were going?"

"We won't know until tomorrow," Rosa said.

"Well, I guess that answers all of my questions," Daisuke said, sitting up.

"Anyone else have any concerns?" Miyako asked. No one answered. "Great! We set sail at noon, so be at the ferry port at eight thirty. Everything should be set up by then."

"Whoa, why so early?" Hikari asked.

"Security check," Iori said. "And given how many students were in my graduating class, it'll be a while."

"Oh."

"Hikari, I'll meet you back at the room. I have to talk to Daisuke right quick," Takeru said, as everyone went about their way.

"Okay, but don't run off," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Alright, what do you want?" Daisuke asked when Hikari left.

"My, we're hostile today," Takeru said with a grin.

"Takeru, don't start with me, I'm a little agitated right now, okay? So just hurry up and tell me what you want so I can go."

"You know, it'll do you good to get some fresh air every-"

"Cut the mess and tell me what you want!"

"Alright, alright," Takeru said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a small black box. He handed it to Daisuke. "Take a look at that."

With a sigh, Daisuke opened the box. Inside was a nice, expensive looking gold ring.

"What'd you do? Sell your momma's Bimmer to buy this?" Daisuke asked.

"Har har," Takeru laughed dryly. "Just take a good look at it."

The top of the ring was encrusted with diamonds that were cleverly placed in the shape of the Crest of Light. He noticed some words engraved on the inside of the ring. He took it off the grey cushion and examined it:

Daisuke felt heat coarse through his body, and had to mentally restrain himself from crushing the ring in his hand. He put the ring back into the box and closed it, handing it back to Takeru.

"Why did you show me that?" he asked.

"Because you were the last to know. I plan to ask her tomorrow night on the boat. What do you think?"

"Takeru, take a good look at me. Does it look like I give two cents about what you plan to ask Hikari?"

"There's no need for you to be rude."

"There wasn't any need for you to show me that ring, either."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Takeru, you know well enough what I mean. Excuse me." He walked past Takeru.

"Woo, I think someone's jealous," Takeru teased, watching him leave. Daisuke stopped and turned around.

"Takeru, you have nothing for me to be jealous about," he said. "I mean that." He turned and resumed walking.

"Daisuke, you okay?" Ken, who was watching the conversation from a distance, asked Daisuke as he walked past.

"I'm fine!" Daisuke snapped, brushing past him. Ken looked up as Takeru walked towards him.

"What did you tell him?" Ken asked him.

"Nothing. I showed him the ring, and he figured it out all by himself. It's not my fault that he's jealous," Takeru said.

"You know you didn't have to do that."

"Hey, he was going to find out regardless, right? Besides, he should have known years ago that I was going to win Hikari. We've known each other since childhood."

"So is that what this is about? Still holding on to the rivalry thing?"

"Look, the boy needs to grow up, okay? Hikari needs someone that will give her the love that she wants."

"And you're going to give it to her?" Ken asked, sarcastically.

"Yeah. What, you have a different opinion?"

Ken scoffed at him. "Do my opinions matter to you?" he asked. "Listen to yourself, Takeru. Do you really think you're ready to do this, or is it just to get ahead of Daisuke? From what you're telling me, you'll be giving her the love that you want, not the love that she needs."

"And you think Daisuke can give that to her?"

"I don't know, but I do know this. If you don't slow your role, you're going to lose a whole lot more than Hikari."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it." Ken turned and walked off.

"Is everyone against me now, because I want to marry Hikari?" Takeru asked himself. "I mean, come on! I wasn't the one who was always tripping over myself just to get next to her."

But you did smother her at every possible moment, said a voice deep down inside of him. You were jealous of Daisuke, and still are, as a matter of fact. You knew Daisuke was better than you at a lot of things, and would eventually end up with Hikari. So every time they were together, you intervened, and said things about Daisuke that made her distrust him, and made him look and act like a fool.

Takeru stood there for a moment, then started laughing at himself. "Nah, it's not that," he said. "Me and Hikari grew up together, so it would be natural for her to like me."

Doesn't matter how long you've known a person, said the voice. First loves are hard to let go.

Takeru didn't understand that last statement. But for some odd reason, he felt like he knew what it meant. "Nah," he said to himself after a minute, brushing it off and walking towards his dorm.
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"How's Daisuke doing?" Miyako asked Ken, who came walking in the room after visiting Daisuke.

"He should be doing fine," he said. "He went to the gym to blow off some steam."

"I knew what Takeru told us was going to hurt Daisuke."

"He didn't seem hurt. He was probably just hiding it. Personally, I'd rather see him with Hikari instead of Takeru."

"Weren't they together at one point?"

"I haven't a clue." He went and sat on the bed. Miyako got up from the chair she was sitting on and went to stand in front of him. She put her hands between his thighs and pushed them apart, so now she was standing between his legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against his, so that now he was looking at the tops of her ample breasts through the white v-neck shirt she was wearing.

"Uh..." he said, at a loss for words.

"Don't 'uh' me. You know what I want," she said, grinning at him.

"You really don't have to force me," he said, looking up at her.

"You know you like it," she said, kissing him on the lips. As she did, she forced him onto his back and straddled his waist as he scooted more onto the bed. She sat up on him and took off her shirt, revealing her black, satin bra. Ken could see her hard nipples making points in the fabric.

"Desperate, are we?" Ken asked.

"What do you expect? I'm in need of some release!" she said, moving her hips from side to side as she felt his erection press against her crotch through their jeans. "And it seems you are, too."

"What can I say? You inspire me," Ken said, groaning at her actions. He reached up and started massaging her breasts, causing her to moan.

"Who's desperate now?" she said, as she pushed his shirt up past his chest. Ken lifted his body up and stretched his arms back so she could take the shirt all the way off. She tossed the shirt off to the side and started rubbing his chest, and he went back to rubbing her breasts, this time slipping his hands under her bra and pushing it over her head.

"Wow," he said, gazing at her large, round breasts and hard, pink nipples. "When did you grow in size?"

"I just had a slight growth spurt over the past month," Miyako said, smiling as she took the bra the rest of the way off.

"Slight?" Ken asked, perplexed. "Looks more like a double-slight."

"Are you going to talk about them all night, or are you going to do something with them?"

"How does mammary intercourse sound?"

"Sounds great," she said, leaning over him so that her breasts were dangling in his face. "But for right now, I want you to use your mouth."

Ken obliged willingly and buried his face between her breasts, licking in every direction and causing her to giggle and moan at the same time. He moved his mouth to one and started sucking on it forcefully, using his tongue to flick her nipple, while massaging the other with one hand, and the other hand went down to the button on her jeans to undo them. Miyako loved it when Ken would suck her breast hard like that, and as he did, she would move her chest up and down with each suck, thus stimulating her further. Ken gave her breast one last lick, and moved to the other one to do the same thing. By this time he had her jeans undone, and one hand was fondling her clit while the other one massaged her wet breast. Miyako was panting a little more now, and was grinding his finger, wanting for him to enter her.

"Mmm...you play dirty, you know that?" she said, sitting up on him again, which forced his hand from her pants.

"You like it," he said. Miyako unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his zipper slowly, taking time to gaze at his blue boxer briefs, and the erection straining at them.

"You shaved, right?" she asked.

"What do you think?" he said. Miyako grinned and grabbed the hem of his jeans and underwear, and leaned down so that her breasts were resting on his stomach. She winked at him, and started lowering her body off the bed as she pulled his pants down. Her breasts were the first to pass over his member. She stopped and teased him there for a bit, moving so that his member was between her breasts. Ken groaned and leaned his head back. Miyako smiled and went down the rest of the way, tilting her head down so she could take him in her mouth. As she did this, she pulled his shoes off, and took his jeans off the rest of the way. She moved her body back up a bit so that his member was standing straight up in her mouth, and she started to bob her head up and down slowly, using her teeth to jerk him off while making swirls around his head with her tongue. Ken started thrusting his hips slowly to the rhythm of her bobbing while holding on to the bedsheets. Miyako started sucking him harder, all the while rubbing her breasts with one hand, and massaging her swollen area in her pants with the other. She started grinding her hand, which caused her to moan on him, and in turn, caused him to thrust hard into her mouth, and blow his seed. Miyako swallowed all of it, not letting him go until he went limp again. She slid his member out of her mouth and looked up at him, smiling.

"I love it when you do that," he said, slightly dazed and out of breath.

"You love everything I do to you," she said, climbing back on top of him. "But now it's my turn."

"Had trouble bringing out your own orgasm, huh?" Ken asked, instinctively knowing what she was doing while she was sucking him.

"You know me too well," Miyako said, laying down. Ken grabbed her jeans and panties and pulled them both off of her and threw the garments on the floor. Miyako spread her legs, closing her eyes and moaning as the cool air touched her swollen vagina. Ken moved down so he was facing her womanhood, massaging the sides of her lips with his thumbs as he did so, causing Miyako to moan even more.

"Oh...Ken, that feels so good," Miyako whispered, rubbing her breasts. Ken felt his member hardening again at the way Miyako said his name. No matter how long they've been together, just hearing Miyako say his name like that was enough to make him melt. Still massaging her sides, he lowered his tongue to her lips, and slowly licked the edge of them, making her nearly kick in pleasure and gasp audibly.

'Wow, he's gotten better,' Miyako thought. Ken stopped massaging and spread her lips apart, and slowly inserted his tongue into her opening, then covering her whole womanhood with his mouth. He started sucking lightly at first, moving his tongue up, down, and side to side, brushing her walls with each sweep. Miyako wrapped her legs around his head and started grinding his face, all the while making high pitch squeaks. Ken started sucking harder, this time darting his tongue in and out, and causing Miyako to grind faster and squeeze her breasts harder.

'There it is,' Ken thought as he found a bump on the side of one of her walls. So with one last suck, he pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, and pressed against the bump, causing Miyako to scream her head off as she climaxed right in his mouth. Ken caught every last drop in his mouth, and swallowed it all.

"You...you...haha...ha..." Miyako panted.

"Be lucky the people next door are gone," Ken said, climbing back onto the bed.

"Where did you...learn that?" Miyako asked, catching a little of her breath back.

"I had practice," Ken replied. "I guess you want to take a break to catch your breath."

"Oh no! You're not getting off that easily!" Miyako said, surprising him at how quickly she recovered. She pulled him on top of her.

"How in the world did you recover so fast?" Ken asked, slightly perplexed.

"You're not the only one who had practice," Miyako said, grinning at him. "Now, if you don't mind, my insides are screaming for some meat."

"The delivery man's here," Ken said, positioning his hard member at her opening. He entered her slow, letting her savor the feel of his erection, before thrusting in her at a moderate pace. Miyako wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him,as she tried her best to keep up with his pace, but in the end let him do the work. Ken started going at a faster pace, causing the bed to bump around slightly. He moved his head down and started sucking on Miyako's neck, forming a red mark there. Miyako, who was moaning uncontrollably, drew several scratches on his back, making him groan slightly in pain.

"Ooohh...Ken...make me cum first," Miyako moaned in his ear. Ken got up on his knees while still inside of her, grabbed her hips, and thrusted in her with quick, short bursts, each time pressing against her bump and making her scream louder and louder until she hit her climax, sending her juices everywhere.

"Come on, Ken. You know you want to," Miyako said, cupping her breasts and looking at Ken with a seductive smile.

"You know I do," Ken said, straddling her stomach and placing his still-hard member between her breasts and started thrusting. Miyako rubbed her breasts on his member as he thrusted, using the tip of her tongue to touch his head whenever it came close to her face. It didn't take too long for Ken to release his load, sending it onto her face and in her open mouth. Miyako swallowed what she had, and licked the corners of her mouth for any more. Ken moved off of her stomach and she sat up.

"Well, we officially got our releases," Ken said.

"And it now brings up another problem," Miyako said. "Now I'm hungry."

Ken chuckled. "You're crazy," he said. "Let's get cleaned up, and then we can go get something to eat."
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Daisuke had been in the gym for three hours. He was the only one there, so he had all of the equipment to himself. The only thing he used, though, was the large, black punching bag that nearly reached the ground. At the moment, he was practicing Shoot Boxing on it. Instead of wearing boxing gloves, he wore a pair of open finger ones, no shoes on his feet, red boxing shorts, and since he figured there was no one in the gym, he wore no shirt. Daisuke thought to come to the gym after speaking with Ken to clear his head, but the thoughts running through his mind were anything but pleasant.

'Why should I care if they get married?' he thought. 'It's not my business.' No matter how hard he tried not to think about it, the images kept running through his head. Takeru and Hikari would be at the altar exchanging their vows, he would be somewhere in the congregation being forced to watch. He would see them being given permission to kiss, and the scene would suddenly change to a nice hotel room where Takeru would make Hikari his. She would be panting and moaning madly while holding on to Takeru's neck as he boned her to no end until she would climax, screaming out Takeru's name as she did so. So vehemently lost in thought he was, that he didn't realize how hard or how fast he was kicking the bag.

"You sure you're kicking that thing hard enough?" said a female voice behind him that made him turn quickly in a defensive stance. He dropped his stance when he saw the woman dressed in a red sports bra that stopped just above her well-toned abs, blue spandex shorts, and a pair of ankle high cross training shoes. A white towel hung aroung her neck, and her long red hair fell over it.

"Hey Saki," he said.

"'Hey' yourself," she said, walking towards him. "What's gotten you so worked up?"

"Nothing, except I thought I would be the only one here."

"Dai, don't play with me. We've known each other since first grade, so I know when something is wrong with you."

"It's nothing to be concerned with," Daisuke said, turning his head away from her.

"It must be. Otherwise, that bag wouldn't be in the state that it's in." She pointed at the bag, which had a large impression in it from where Daisuke had kicked it, nearly doubling over itself.

"Oh, uh..." Daisuke said.

"Plus you have this habit of turning your head when something's wrong and you don't want to tell me."

"Am I that obvious?"

Saki nodded her head. "So lay it on me. What's going on in the mind of Daisuke Motomiya?" She took off her towel from around her neck and sat down on a nearby bench. Daisuke followed her.

"You remember Takeru, right?" he began.

"How could I forget him?" she asked. "I've been after that idiot since the first day I saw him."

"Yeah, well you know that he's been dating Hikari since high school, right?"

"Tragically, yes."

"He just told me earlier today that he plans to ask Hikari to marry him."

"So? What's it to you?"

"That's what I'm stressing about! I could care less about their relationship, or even if they do get married. It's the way he said it to me."

"Did he say, 'Daisuke. I'm going to marry Hikari, and there's nothing you can do about it'?"

"Not exactly. He showed me a ring he got for her, and I put two and two together."

"So it was indirect?"

"Yeah."

"Ah," she said. She studied him for a second. "Something else about the situation is bothering you."

"Why do you say that?" Daisuke asked, looking at her.

"Because he wouldn't be standing at the position of attention right now," she said, poking a finger at his erection straining at his shorts. Daisuke looked down and turned red in the face. He quickly got up and turned away from Saki, who was giggling lightly.

"I-I'm sorry..." he stuttered.

"For what? Because you had a hard on in front of me?" Saki said, laughing. She got up and moved in front of him. "Look, there's no reason to be embarrassed around me. There isn't anything about a guy that I haven't seen."

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"None. I've only had sex one time, and that was back in high school, which was about three years ago."

"Whoa."

"Yeah. The guy I was with was an idiot, and I was horny. So, what else were you thinking about that arose such eroticism? I don't suppose it was your anger?"

"I had a fantasy of Takeru and Hikari having sex, which added to my anger. Then I saw you, dressed like that, and, well...you get the picture."

"Yeah, I get it. I'm not mad at you, so stop flinching like I'm going to slap you, because I'm not. I'm going to help you."

"How?"

"Well, you're angry, right?"

"Yeah?"

"And at the same time, you're in need of some release, right?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Then that settles it. Let's have sex."

"W-what?!"

"Look, Daisuke. You can only hold out for so long before things start to happen. Trust me, I've been there. Masturbation can only go but so far before you get tired of using your hand and start craving for the real thing."

"Wait, wait, wait," Daisuke said, backing up. "How in the world is having sex with me is supposed to help me out?"

"Daisuke, I'm going to be quite frank with you," Saki said, sighing. "I've been wanting to have sex with you for a while now. Only two things held me back. You were too stubborn, and I was too scared. Right now is as good a time as any."

"But come on, Saki," Daisuke started before being cut off by Saki.

"And don't even try me with the 'you're like a sister to me' bit, because we're not related, and I don't think of you as my brother. You're my friend, and I'm here to help you. If you want, you can pretend I'm Hikari."

Daisuke looked at her. "You'e actually serious about this, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes I am," she said, nodding. "Besides, I'm in need of release myself. I was just heading to my room to take a shower and do just that, but then I saw you trying to break your leg. Plus, I'm curious as to how you would measure up to Hikari if she were to be with you. This will be just to calm you down so you won't have anymore undesirable fantasies of people you don't want to see, get what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. But wouldn't you be trying to get with me afterwards?"

"Honey, I am not looking for a relationship right now. I'm still aiming for Takeru. Hopefully, they don't get married and break up."

"That's a little harsh, isn't it?"

"I don't think so. You still like Hikari, right?"

"Not entirely."

"Liar. If you didn't, you wouldn't have had that fantasy. Just keep up your hopes. Things will work out."

Daisuke conceded to her point. She was right, of course. And since he was aroused, he noticed how enticing she looked to him. 'Well, when in Rome...' he thought.

"Alright," he said. "But if we're going to do this, I'd rather for us to be clean so we won't catch anything."

"The showers are in the back," Saki said. "We can use those." She led him to the Men's locker room. Once there, they stripped off their clothing, since the foreplay deal wasn't worth the time. Saki took note of how big his erection was.

"Daisuke, when was the last time you had sex?" she asked him.

"I really don't want to answer that question," he said. "Let's just get this over with while I'm still up."

"Fine by me," she said as the walked into one of the shower stalls. Saki cut on the water and, after making sure it was warm enough, stepped inside and turned to Daisuke who followed her in and closed the curtain.

"Like I said earlier," she said. "If you want to pretend I'm Hikari, then go ahead. I'm sure there will be kissing involved."

"More than likely," Daisuke said, already imagining what it would be like to hold Hikari. He gently cupped her head with his hands and laid a kiss on her lips that put her in heaven for the first time.

'Wow,' she thought as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 'He must really love that girl if he kisses this good. No wonder he's going to extremes to get her out of his mind.' She felt his member pressing against the inside of her thighs, so she spread her legs so he would have access to her womanhood. Daisuke moved his hands down to her hips and lifted her up slightly and entered her in one quick motion. Saki was amazed at how smooth his hands were, considering how much he worked out, and couldn't contain the pleasurable moan that escaped her mouth when he entered her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started sexing her grandly, putting her on cloud nine. She never had anyone make love to her the way Daisuke was doing right now, and the whole time a song called The Greatest Sex I've Ever Had by R. Kelly kept playing in her mind.

'This truly is the best sex I've ever had,' she thought. 'Even if it is with my best friend.'
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"Feeling better?" Saki asked Daisuke when they were heading back towards the dorms. It was about nine o' clock, and everyone was back in their rooms. A few lights dotted the buildings here and there, indicating people were still up.

"Yeah. Thanks," Daisuke said.

"Hey, what are friends for? Besides, you were hurting."

"Still feels weird, though."

"What, that you had sex with someone you knew since grade school?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, good grief."

"Hey, you know what they say. Friends before lovers. You're going on that boat tour thing tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"I'll be there too. One of my cousins were in the graduating class and he invited me to come."

"Cool. I'll see you there."

"Yeah. Listen, Daisuke. Don't give up. I believe that you'll get her eventually, just as I believe that I'll get Takeru one day."

"You really think so?"

"Of course. If push comes to shove, we can always get together."

"Okay, that would be scary. We're too much alike."

They shared a laugh. "Hey, if you ever need help with anything like that again, you kno who to call," Saki said. "I'll be more than willing."

"I'm sure you would," Daisuke said. "You nearly burst my eardrum from how loud you were screaming. You're lucky it was only us two."

"Ah, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, turning towards the direction of her dorm building.

"Goodnight Saki, and good luck."

"Same to you, Daisuke."
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Yes, I'm ending it here. If you think the ending is redundant, whatever. For all of you takaris out there, there will be bashing later on, so be prepared. Flame me if you want, but it will have no effect, because I'm fireproof! Nya ha ha! Please read and review, and remember, Daikari forever.