It’s been, what, ten years? Eleven, now.

It doesn’t feel like that much, really, it’s like I’ve just closed my eyes, sighed and then opened them again, and now… Now I’m standing outside the place.

You know the one, Daisuke’s house. And honest to god, I never thought I’d be here again.

I didn’t want to come back… not really. But, HE called, and asked me… he said they’d gone to so much trouble tracking me down, that I should at least show up, if only for an hour, it would make him feel good.

I feel sick to my stomach, I didn’t want too, but I want him to be happy… and, so, here I am.

Weird hey? He doesn’t even know I did this for him and him alone.

I didn’t want too see them again, because She’ll be there. And I can’t believe what she did to me. But I have to thank her, and I guess… I guess now is no worse a time to do it. She did after all, awaken me to HIM… a curse or a blessing? I don’t know.

Well, no use putting it off, if I stand out here much longer I’ll probably freeze, then what will he think?

Squaring my shoulders I walk to the door, keeping my head high and pasting a smile on my face.

I knock, three times and am rewarded with the wood beneath my hands swinging open, revealing a smiling Daisuke.

"Oh my god… is that y-you? T.K?" he asks.

I raise my eyes to his, meeting the brown, red orbs. "Yes its me. Iori called."

He looks me up and down, examining me closely, I guess that’s to be expected, after all it has been 11 years since last we saw each other. He looks the same as ever, just more old and slightly more mature. He’s finally grown out of his nubbly knees and his shoulders and wide, and square. I guess all our running around in the digital world did a lot for all of us. His muscles are as nicely toned as my own, from what I can see from under his jumper.

He laughs shakily and reaches out a hand, patting me on the back and pulling me into a tight hug, then pushing me back and staring in wonderment.

I know I’m smiling, laughing at his antics, I let him shake my shoulders, laughing at his exclamation that I really am here.

"Daisuke, its kinda cold…" I trail off, a small amount of warmth at the old memories being here brings back. Daisuke blushes modestly and ushers me in, closing the door, and my escape from the past with a single foot.

The place hasn’t changed much either. Everything feels so distant. Why? Because I know that, just around the hallway corner… that’s where HE will be. What will they think? Will anyone like me, after I left like I did?

"Wow T.K! We have so much to catch up one, C’mon the others are already here, you’re a bit late. Actually, we didn’t think you’d come at all."

I open my mouth, wanting to say why I’d left, wanting to explain why I didn’t plan on coming, why I had stayed a good five minutes outside, wondering, hoping, and trying to leave... but all that came out was a feeble half lie.

"I got stuck in traffic." I feel dirty for the small lie. Dai was my friend, he has a right to know, as do all the others. But I can’t bring myself to say it. After all, what would they think if they found out one of their own was a queer?

I sweatdrop slightly as Dai laughs.

"Now that I can relate to! Ken-kuns got stuck in traffic just the other week when he was buying more lube, and I ended up flat out on my back chained up for over half an hour… oops." His face turns an alarming shade of red and he bounces his two pointer fingers together.

It takes me a moment to comprehend what he’d just said. Ken and Dai?

My head does one of those frozen moments in time conversations, because hey, it did make sense.

They did DNA digivolve together, and they did spend an awful lot of time together and they did, overall hang onto each other.

Besides, who was I to judge, I’d left to get away from… HIM. I at least could be happy that they were honest with each other, and had happiness.

Brushing away the comment I laugh softly.

"Sure Dai. Now, where is everyone?"

We start walking again, and he stops blushing when he realises I’m not going to comment on his slip. Good for him.

We turn the corner and I feel as if I am frozen in my place.

I knew he’d be here. But… I hoped, I wished, I prayed…

His once short-cropped hair has grown a good four inches, it brushes against his shoulders, and it’s not dull anymore, it’s a deeper brown, dark. His eyes are enthralling so many more layers of innocence, and a darker, a knowledge that I hadn’t seen before. He’s not wearing the clothing he used to wear. And why would he? I don’t think anyone is wearing the same clothing. His tan shirt is black now, and his pants are tight, like… leather? I blink at the pants, very different.

The moment is broken as Daisuke pushes me further into the room, and I find myself glancing around, and seeing HER. A small burst of anger hits me and I frown, but the anger subsides and I look away from her.

They’re all here, even Yamato.

He sees me once a year, or whenever he can. We don’t talk much. I think he knows why I broke off contact, why I left. But he doesn’t voice it. It’s our little family secret. He once said, in an off-handed way, that he and Tai were able to get so close, as were their digimon because of their deeper friendship. And I always thought that I would end up merging with HER, but… I guess it’s because of our family secret. She was rejected by the digivolve, so she rejected me.

Kind of ironic that.

Then time resumes its natural course.

"T.K?"

"T.K?!"

"Wow, its T.K!"

"T.K’s here?"

"Hey T.K!"

"Takeru! So good to see you again."

"Man, haven’t seen you in… years!"

I blink and smile lazily. I almost forgot how painful it had been, breaking away from all of them. I laugh as Jyou gives me a warm hug.

"Hey guys. How is everyone?"

They instantaneously go into detail about how life has been treating them, how good things are with each other, who they’re seeing.

Almost everyone is talking at the same time and I bathe in the old memory charm, happy just to listen.

Iori clears his throat slightly and he sighs. "They may be doing well, but I’m lovesick."

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. For Iori, it’s incredibly direct, and I glance worriedly at him. My heart twanging with remorse.

Everyone continues to chat to me for a while, none of them have asked why I left, and why I didn’t contact and where I went. I wonder absently about that. Before of course, Dai has one of his most wonderful ideas. Its right then that I realise he hasn’t changed much.

"Spin the bottle time!"

I turn red suddenly, and a few of the others echo my colouring.

"Dai… Aren’t we all just a wee bit old for that?" Hikari asks.

I wish she hadn’t said that. Because I might have been able to blush and disagreed along with everyone else. But the bitch had made her mark. And I wanted some kind on penance; she’d put my heart though a lot of trauma. Oh I do detest my own ego.

"Actually it sounds like fun! Just like old times. C’mon Hikari, be a sport. It is Daisuke’s house anyway." I can’t stop it, its already out of my mouth.

Yamato catches my eye and winks slightly at me, glancing toward Iori and I blush crimson. Crap.

"T.K’s right! I wanna play spin the bottle, so we’re playing spin the bottle."

Ohhh Shit!

I feel my stomach sinking. Why did I have to open my mouth! Whhhyyyy?

I’m still shy; I don’t like spin the bottle. It involves kissing, and kissing normally involves touching and touching is… too close.

Ken laughs at Dai as the tanned star soccer player stands and goes to get a bottle. I can see the love they have with each other, and I feel almost jealous.

My eyes stray from everyone else and I find myself sneaking a peak at Iori.

Gods.

He’s so perfect.

I feel as if my whole life all I’ve wanted is him. Which, of course, is ridiculous! But all the same, I can’t help but toy with the idea.

I left because I felt like a slave to the feeling.

I would have done anything! Anything for him. I wanted to be with him so badly, my heart ached. My every waking moment I wanted to be near him.

And so I ran away. Because I knew I could never have him. It was so wrong; he was only a kid.

I still want him. There is so much pain in that emittance. I want something that will never love me, nor want me back.

Why did she have to dump me? I was safe in my little world of Hikari says Hikari does. And then she pulled it right out from under me. And I was forced to face a reality, I really didn’t need to face.

Dai comes back and sets the coke bottle on the ground.

"Now, it’s a kiss, doesn’t matter where, if the bottle lands on whoever. Then they get to spin."

"When do we stop?" Taichi asked longingly.

"When everyone has kissed at least one person." He grinned, in a psychotic, typical Dai grin kind of way.

Home sweat home.

"I go first! Mwuhaha!" Everyone sweatdropped slightly at the sinister laughter. I was willing to bet someone had given Dai sugar. Whoever it was, was probably going to pay in the morning.

Dai took a hold of the bottle and flicked it. Obviously all that soccer practise took away from other skills as the bottle rolled away. Dai snatched it and twisted before setting it down with a twist and thrust motion.

The bottle spun for a good minute, all of us holding our breath until it stopped on Koushiro.

I wasn’t the only one who started sniggering evilly.

Koushiro’s eyes widened as Dai leaned across the circle and kissed the other boy on the cheek.

Koushiro blushed crimson as Dai plunked back down, unfazed.

"Your turn now!"

Koushiro whimpered and shakily spun the bottle.

It landed on me.

I think I must have turned as tomato as he did.

Shakily, least he break the rules and suffer the almighty wrath of Daisuke he leaned across and gave me a quick peek on the hand.

I breathed out and felt my only recently acquired playfulness come to me. "Aww, Koushiro, that’s all? I feel disappointed. You got a kiss on the cheek and all I get is a measly peck. I think I’m going to go sulk and brood now."

Everyone laughed harder as Koushiro turned beat red.

I felt my blush lessen slightly as I relaxed. It was just friendly play, and, once I’d spun the bottle, I wouldn’t have to worry because I would have done my turn.

I relaxed and squared my shoulders.

Soon I’d be able to go home. And… then… dreams about something I’d always want, yet never get. Unfulfilled.

It was bleak; sometimes I wished there were more to my lovelife, but there wasn’t.

I spun the bottle furiously not paying much attention to who it landed on. Too wrapped up in my own thoughts.

I looked up at whom the bottle was pointed at and facefaulted. Just about everyone else facefaulted too.

"If you kiss him I swear I am gonna puke!"

"I don’t want to know!"

"Ewwww! Incest!"

I looked at Dai for an answer. There was no way in all the nine rings of hell I was kissing Yamato.

Dai was sweatdropping heavily. "Er, I think T.K should spin again, who else agrees with me?"

We all raised a hand, Yamato’s and mine the first in the air. Disturbed, who us?

He nodded and I twisted the bottle again.

Mimi.

This I could do. Smiling good-naturedly I leaned across and kissed her like you’d kiss your mother, a light peak on the mouth.

She smiled and, without blushing spun the bottle. There were a few catcalls as it landed on Sora. The two of them blushed good-naturedly and kissed gently.

I had to wonder if there was something going on there.

The game continued for a good hour. All of us were too caught up and having fun to notice the time going by. Finally Iori got the bottle.

I closed my eyes slightly; I didn’t want to know who the lucky person was.

I’d already managed to kiss Mimi, Ken, Miyako and Taichi. So far this was Iori’s first turn at kissing anyone.

I made the mistake of opening my eyes and my mouth went slack.

"Oh." I barely whispered it as I watched the bottle slide to a stop.

Infront of…

Me? I checked to make sure. Yes, me.

I looked up and met Iori’s eyes. There was something rather…predatory about the look he gave me. I swalllowed and stilled myself. Ohh shit.

The others were joking about something as he leaned forward. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, his lips parted and he was on his knee’s across the circle.

Just a kiss.

A little kiss.

I HATE you Hikari!

Why did I have to open my mouth and say something so stupid.

Then all thought was drowned out of me as his lips hovered over mine. Odd place to kiss me, for a straight boy. No... he wasn’t a child anymore, I could tell, by how much more mature he was now. He was a man, like me… no, so much more self-assured.

I felt my lips parting unconsciously.

Shiit.

Then he closed the gap and I felt like I would drown. His lips tasted like cinnamon. Its hard to understand how you can taste someone through their lips, I never fully learnt. But then, I never had all that much experience.

From the feel of those warm, cimmany lips against me, Iori had. I wanted to gasp, pull back and pretend like I hadn’t wanted something that felt so good to me. But I was frozen. My mind wanted to say it was wrong. But… it wasn’t we were both old enough to make choices for ourselves. And obviously my bodies choose to freeze.

I felt something warm touch my lips, and realised it was Iori’s tongue. I was to dumbstruck to push away, unconsciously, or maybe not so unconsciously I parted my lips a bit more and his tongue slipped inside.

I will never forget the feeling of his tongue inside my mouth, rubbing against me like some great cat marking its territory.

One of my hands went behind me, supporting my suddenly almost feeling jello like weight.

He moved forward, head turning slightly for a better angle. His tongue brushing against mine in a way that felt so erotic, and so sensual. It sent shivers down my spine as if I could imagine what such a tongue could do in other areas.

And then he pulled back suddenly, and I opened eyes that I hadn’t realised I’d closed. Mouth still slightly parted from the deepest kiss I’d had in a very long time.

Dark green eyes winked at me and I felt my stomach churn. Those eyes promised something I didn’t think my little innocent mind could handle, but wanted to do none the less.

He pulled back and I was left gaping at him.

Daisuke cleared his throat.

"Well, now that everyone’s had a turn… time for something else! What do you guys wanna play?"

I started numbly at him.

I’d wanted something I could never have.

And now I was doomed because I was going to be had by the something I wanted.

Did that even make sense???

~ To be continued…

Sweet notes: Lol, I couldn’t resist. And yes, it will continue, mother darling has been whispering in my ears about some more fictions lately, and you all know that means good news for my Digimon horde of ficcies. *Hentai fangirl grin* which reminds me. Reviews very welcome! I want to know everything! I’m pretty sure Iori’s eyes are green, but I don’t have a good history with eyes, so, if I’m wrong some constructive criticism is welcome. Lol, also how did I do? I will be writing more, that’s a guarantee, after all, when was the last time I fell short of practising a lemon? DON’T ANSWER THAT!!! Lol, now, go my children! Review! Mwuhahahahahahahhaahahhaha *coughs and flutters off*