Natural high Ken's POV



"Ah, movie night, the most sacred of all traditions," Daisuke Motomiya joked walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn that could easily feed three families.

"What did you get Daisuke?" asked his roommate and best friend Miyako Inoue. They had been living together since they were 17 and I found it slightly amusing how a neat freak like Miyako could put up with a slob like Daisuke for about over two years now.

"Mostly horror," he shrugged, flopping lazily on the couch; purposely letting his head fall in Tk's lap. The taller blond was too infatuated with the TV to even notice Daisuke had made a comfortable pillow out of his legs.

"Get any with that hottie Josh Hartnett?" Miyako asked, frowning slightly as she saw Daisuke hogging the entire couch in their apartment. She expertly lifted his legs up and sat down before dropping them clumsily on the floor. He groaned, twisting slightly to get out of the odd angle he was in. the look on his face was anything but amused.

"Why did you do that?" he whined, as she smirked, sprawling out over him; his chest acting as her headrest.

"Shut up!" Tk motioned, kicking his leg up a few inches so Daisuke's head bobbed up, hitting his legs sharply. Then it dawned on him that something other than a pillow was resting on him as he looked down at Daisuke scoldingly. "You are so twisted."

"And you love it," the handsome brunette joked while shoving a small piece of popcorn in his mouth.

"Not as much as you do though," Tk retorted as Daisuke mockingly covered his heart with his loose hand.

"Wow, Tk learns how to diss, I thought I'd never see the day."

"Play nice!" Miyako threatened, slapping Daisuke's stomach lightly.

"I bet that what you tell all the guys that come in here," Daisuke said innocently, earning his a sharp elbow in the ribs. I was laughing now. It was a new experience every time the Digidestined gathered on a Friday night.

But this week it was a little different, Iori was in a huge Kendo match and couldn't attend. Kari being grounded couldn't make it either. So now it was just the four of us, joking and making fun of each other. A typical movie night for us.

Since I was sitting on the floor, (or more like sprawled out) they handed the movie to me, which I happily pushed into the VCR. Daisuke's choices in movies were usually along the same line every time. He was getting too predictable.

But it wasn't always like that. Actually, looking back, the Digidestined were as predictable as lightening. The world had definitely changed us in those seven years we had been together, but the only thing remaining unchanged was our friendship.

Miyako was now one of the most beautiful people alive. She had long traded her glasses for contacts, letting the whole world see her beautiful eyes. Her previous long hair had now been cut to her shoulder, still that unusually stunning purple color. All she had to do was bat an eyelash to get a lineup of men longer than the Nile River begging to date her. Her soul hadn't changed a bit though. She was still that same brutally honest, loving girl she was when she was twelve. Throughout the years she had made close friends with Daisuke and they ended up becoming the Will and Grace of Japan.

I subconsciously chuckled. Daisuke. He was quite a piece of work. Two years after we defeated the evil in the Digiworld, he announced to the group that he was gay. This wasn't such a big deal to us, considering Izzy and Tai practically groped each other in public. He was still outspoken, having no shame in his sexual preferences and making it perfectly clear to the world he was damn proud of it too. He was probably Miyako's counterpart, having the exact same magnetism she did. There was always a guy at the apartment, asking for one and sometimes whichever was free. I could feel a faint blush creep over my cheeks realizing I was one of those people that worshipped him from afar. A very, very far afar…

My gaze then fell on Tk. The basketball star, goodie-goodie, straight A student. Too bad he was as gay as a powder-puff. He and Daisuke had a lasting relationship for about a year, but both broke it off due to the fact it was 'too weird' or something like that. They were still the greatest friends, always joking or badmouthing each other out of simple boredom. Something in the back of my mind always feared that they would suddenly realize they had made the biggest mistake of their lives and get back together. Five years and counting… so I guess I was out of the water… I guess…

Iori. The only Digidestined that was still straight. Last time I had checked, he was dating Kari and I was glad because I had this feeling they were meant to be. Kendo master at the age of twelve, very impressive for him and he was as brilliant as Izzy.

Kari. She was the fun one. Daisuke had always joked that he discovered he was gay right after he slept with her. She would always slap him silly, laughing her head off. She still had that innocent angel face to her, but only her real friends knew that she was a horrible prankster. But now she had Iori and by the looks of it, they were very happy.

Finally, there was me. The only real change in my life was now the fact I was head over heels for Daisuke. I know he wouldn't be mad at me if I told him how I felt, it was just I was scared of what might happen. He had this horrible reputation that he and Miyako had built up after a few years. I seriously don't want to be another notch on his belt; I want to be someone that cares for him. The thought of being just another one-night-stand with him was one of my greatest fears.

My thoughts were interrupted as Tk broke out into a laughing match as he dumped a great portion of the popcorn on Daisuke's head. Pieces of the slightly yellowed from buttered, treat stuck in his hair making him look like the monster from the movie. But being the completely easy-going guy he was, just opened him lips and shook his face softly, letting the soft white balls fall into his mouth.

"You are so stupid," Miyako giggled. I noticed a look in her eyes that I had dubbed 'flirty', mysteriously appear, as she stretched her neck out and licked apiece right off his cheek.

"Bring back memories," he joked sticking his stomach out to make it uncomfortable for her.

"Memories?" I spoke up for the first time since I had arrived. I usually wasn't so quiet and I actively took part into the verbal yelling matches that took place, but I hadn't been feeling that well in the last few days and I was up in the clouds most of the time. Probably from the various medications my paranoid mom had me on.

"Oh that's right, you moved to Odaiba after," Tk recollected. "Well, to make the story short and less boring than it really is, these two nuts had a drinking contest one night about a year ago, got so drunk they couldn't even stand and ended up sleeping together for like the entire weekend."

I blinked a few times, letting what he had just told me sink in. "You… you…" the initial shock still hadn't worn off.

"I never wished to be a lesbian more after that week," she giggled, turning a slight red-ish color.

"Get over it, you enjoyed that weekend," he laughed. His voice donned a sudden embarrassingly sultry tone as he spoke next. "And I'd bet you'd do anything for another shot."

"You think to highly of yourself," she retorted playfully. Slinking her way up his chest she whispered something in his ear turning him a bright pink.

"Denial's a horrible thing Miya," he whispered back, smirking a twistedly gorgeous smile.

"You wish," she giggled, kissing his lips briefly, before jumping up hastily. "I'm getting drinks, you guys want anything?"

My cheeks had turned a rather unattractive shade of maroon as my pale violet eyes glowed with envy. "I'm fine," I hissed hospitably. I really had to stop getting jealous so easily.

As soon as she got up, the phone started to ring almost impatiently. Daisuke was the closest, probably half a meter. His arm could have easily reached out, but he said he was too comfortable to move, getting a smile from Tk and a scowl from me. "Yo Miya, you gonna get that?" he asked cutely.

"You lazy son of a…" she muttered, glancing at the called ID. "NOBODY GET IT!" she shrieked, startling Daisuke so much that he tumbled right off Tk and was left squishing me. Neither of us could hide the blush that had seemed to paint our faces, as Daisuke quickly jumped off. "It's Satoshi," Miyako pleaded.

Instantly Daisuke picked up, growling almost unnoticeably. Everyone knew of Satoshi Katsuragi's infatuation with Miyako. "Hello," Daisuke said in a sleepy voice, one as if he has practiced for days. His finger shot up to his delicate lips, pleading for silence in the room as he pressed the speakerphone button.

"Is Miyako there?" he asked, knowing it was Daisuke.

"Yeah, you want me to wake her?" he asked yawning fakely. "Hey baby, wake up, some guy for you… what… HEY! Watch that!" he went on making fake moaning sounds and had a little conversation with himself that was close to getting all of us laughing our ass' off.

"Hey you know what?" Satoshi's tempered voice almost pierced the air. "Forget I phoned okay?"

"Your loss," he muttered while making a fake kissing sound. It had become painfully obvious that Satoshi had slammed the phone down on the hook in a rage. We all burst out laughing.

"I owe you one," Miyako sighed happily. "Though at one point I think you were beginning to have fun."

Daisuke laughed as he flashed her his heart-melting smile. "You do owe me one. In fact, you owe me five. I'm keeping track. How about a date with that hot guy in your math class?"

I could literally see red now, squeezing my fist together tightly so I didn't rush out and do something drastic to Toji Sazura, the guy he was obviously talking about. Miyako and I were in all the same classes and I knew that all the girls (and a majority of the guys) were drooling over him.

Her eyes flashed that mischievous glare they held before she smiled to herself. "Done."

"What did you do to get that one so stalker-esque?" Tk wondered aloud, lightly playing with Daisuke's burgundy hair as he settled right back in his original spot.

"More like what didn't she do," Daisuke chuckled. "Hey, do you ever not sleep with any of the guys you date?"

"I should ask you the same question," she quipped as quickly as lightening.

"Bitch," he stuck out his tongue.

"Fag," she retorted back. Oh God, they were starting again. And I knew what was coming next.

"Slut!" I was right.

"So are you!" she giggled. "I haven't even slept with half as many guys as you have!"

"Actually, I think I've slept with half the guys you have," he trailed off after Miyako elbowed him in the ribs again. This was a rather amusing end to the spat wit no winners.

"Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised," she shrugged. "Most of them had it bad for you anyway."

"Who doesn't?" he asked aloud. Tk laughed heartily, kicking up his legs again, this time more powerfully so Daisuke's head flew up. The blond carefully and skillfully grabbed at his torso, pulling him closer to himself.

"You were a tasty little bugger," he smiled, looking into those magnificent cinnamon orbs that donned his gorgeous face. "And you were kinda fun."

"Kinda?" Daisuke pouted, choking back a fake sob.

"Kinda very?" Tk answered again, smiling his blond head off. They had been staring into each other's eyes, way longer that 'just friends' would have and I had to do something to get them to break it off.

"You know what Daisuke, I actually feel kind of left out. I think I'm the only Digidestined that you haven't hit on, flirted with or slept with," my voice was perfectly neutral, just like when I would usually join in.

He didn't even respond to that, because Miyako instantly began to talk. Just mindless jabber about any old thing and it drove me crazy. Sure, she and I were great friends, but every time we were all gathered like this, I would always get the feeling she was trying to push me away from the others. But most importantly Daisuke.

"Hey guys, I have to go. Mom's coming home early today," Tk sighed as he grabbed his white hat from the table as stood up, lightly placing Daisuke's head on the pillow.

"Hey, can I have your hat please?" he asked, looking up from his new spot. Without another word, the basketball player took off the hat and threw it over his face playfully. "Even smells like your shampoo," he noted, pulling it over his head.

"Looks better on Tk," Miyako added after examining him for a moment.

"I beg to differ," Tk laughed. "Do I get something in trade? I can think of some things I want that you have."

"Always remember you broke up with me," Daisuke smirked, leaning up and kissing Tk's cheek. "Now get out before I turn into a softie."

"That's something I would love to see," Tk smirked again; lightly leaning down so there eyes looked directly into each other. Daisuke stuck out his tongue as a smile crept on the taller boy's lips. "That an offer?"

"Take is as whatever you want," he smiled. "But get out of the way, you're big butt's blocking the TV!"

"Go figure, you never once complained about my butt when we were dating," he retorted, moving to the door, grabbing his school jacket from the chair it was lazily lying across. "Bye!"

"See ya later Tk," Miyako called out after. After the door shut, he slapped Daisuke painfully.

"Ow! What was that for?" he inquired, rubbing his sore arm.

"God you are too much of a flirt for your own good! You can't even tell who the good ones are anymore!" she sighed deeply. "Sorry, Daisuke, but it's obvious that Tk still has it bad for you. Don't you think Ken?"

At that moment, I wasn't sure if it was some twisted joke that was being played on me, or if it really were happening. She was asking me if I thought the guy I had fallen for had another one after him…

Before I could even answer, the door opened again and Tk was standing there, his hair slightly ruffled and he was pink in the face. "Daisuke, listen, I'm sorry, sorry for what just happened and I uh… um…" he stuttered as we all looked at him. "I'm just sorry okay?" with that he turned on his heels and left.

"Go after him you idiot!" Miyako urged, pushing him up. Daisuke sighed as he made his way over to the door, shouting out Tk's name. Miyako shot a pleading look at me as well and I reluctantly got up, not even knowing why I was going in the first place.

I just got out of the door when I saw them, Tk crying lightly as he rambled on, brushing away tears every so often. Then he said something that even I caught. "I still love you," my heart stopped beating in my chest. Daisuke looked just as shocked as I felt. But then he smiled up lovingly and kissed the taller boy. My world caving in under me as complete darkness surrounded me…

I woke up screaming for the second time that night. My heart pounding fiercely in my chest, almost like a drum. I had to inhale several times, just to get air into my lungs. It was as if it were the hundredth time in the last hour I had that nightmare about last Friday. Though, the ending was always different. I silently cursed myself for liking the most sought after guy in Odaiba.

I inhaled again, steadying my gasps of air to those of a normal human being, groaning as my head hit the pillow. Why Tk? Tk of all people in this world. Why was he the one Daisuke had to fall in love with first? It seemed that my overactive imagination always got the best of me after movie nights. Finally, I closed my eyes again. I honestly needed sleep. I had an early class and the teacher had a stick the size of an elm tree shoved up her ass. Total PMS Queen as Miyako put it lightly.

The next day I wanted to roll over and die. We had a pop quiz on a book I skimmed through. Needless to say, I failed. So grabbing my lunch trey, I went outside to sit with the group under a large willow tree with a pick-nick table underneath. Walking out, I instantly saw Miyako's wild purple hair fly out in all directions and in her arms was Daisuke, taking huge puffs from his cigarette.

"You know, those things are going to kill you one day," I stated matter-of-factly at him as I approached, kicking the flaming piece of cancer out of his perfectly tanned hand.

"What won't kill me now-a-days?" he sighed, reaching for his pack in his back pocket of his pants. Miyako was quicker and snatched them out, grabbing two while shooting the empty case in a garbage can.

"Got a light Daisuke?" she asked with the white roll dangling out of her mouth.

"Other pocket," he motioned as she found it, lighting both of their cigarettes. "You know Ken, you really should take up smoking. Relieves the stress man!"

"I'd like to live till I'm forty thank you," I rolled my eyes. "You do know they put rat poison in those things right?"

"Ew!" Daisuke looked disgustedly at the smoldering drug. "Oh what the hell ever. I eat Miyako's food and I'm still here!"

"Yeah, remind me to start slipping some rat poison in your soup. Save us a couple of bucks a day. And I wouldn't talk about cooking skills here mister. You'd kill yourself from ecoli poisoning if it weren't for me."

"Says you!" he laughed. "Oh by the way, I have a date tonight. Take your latest conquest out to a motel or something please," he asked casually, rolling his head to look up at her innocently. I had to admit, he looked simply gorgeous at that moment.

His russet hair was strewn everywhere, framing his flawless complexion like a dark halo. His pure white shirt was untucked and opened slightly, just so his muscular chest was clearly visible and of course, his collar and wrists were unbuttoned, pulled up over the ebony school jacket which completed the attire. He was causing almost everyone with half a brain to drool. I was trying my hardest but was almost failing.

"I wouldn't speak. You know, you really should have people pay to sleep with you. At least then your half of the rent would be covered!" she exclaimed through a giggle, inhaling deeply while blowing out small clouds of white smoke.

"You know what, I think I will," he snapped bitterly. Just at that moment Tk and Iori made themselves visible, waving from behind me. "Hey Tk," Daisuke called out, "would you pay to sleep with me?" the tall blond began to laugh.

"And waste my perfectly good, hard earned money, never," he shook his head as soft tendrils of gold caressed the side of his cheek. "And put of that cigarette right now."

"Mother," Daisuke muttered, pushing the remainder into the grass. "Well whatever. Any good gossip?" he rubbed his hands together, extracting a moan from the rest of us. I rolled my eyes, kicking him lightly. He was typical it killed me. But Miyako muttered something about there being a new guidance counselor. As I recall, the students at Odaiba had driven him close to insane. After his all to brief four months here, he had quit and was now in deep, deep therapy.

"Oh! I almost forgot, Ken, I need your help with something. Could you come over tonight?" Miyako asked me as I averted my gaze from my Pepsi can to her.

"Don't do it Ken… her 'help' usually involves handcuffs and a whip," Daisuke whispered loudly so everyone could hear.

"Stop taking about yourself Daisuke," Miyako hushed gracefully as Daisuke's face contorted into an adorable snarl.

"Yea, you always were one for the dominatrix outfit," he lipped back.

"Shut up you!" she hit his head playfully. "But I honestly need help with school," she paused for a moment to look down at the boy in her lap, "yes Daisuke, people actually go to school to learn, not screw."

"Odd people," he shut his eyes, smiling up at her growling face.

"You're lucky Miyako doesn't give you any lip Daisuke," Iori noted, obviously amused with this entire conversation. An evil gleam radiating off his emerald eyes. He had known her the longest and he knew better than anyone that her comebacks could make a sailor's hair stand on end.

"Yea, she only gives out head," he burst out laughing as Miyako slammed her fist into the center of his stomach.

"An inch lower and I would have permanently put you out of business Motomiya," she bit.

"Bitch," Daisuke moaned, rolling to a side clutching at his stomach in utter pain. During his theatrics, one of his mahogany eyes flared open for a second and he caught a glimpse of Iori. "Dude, what the hell'd you eat for breakfast? Hormones?"

He laughed shaking his head. "Or as us straight people call it, I got a hair cut," but I did have to admit, he did look very different. More mature than his sixteen years. And I also had to admit, he looked really good…

"I resent that," Daisuke retorted.

"You would," Iori smiled warmly, sitting back down as Kari arrived. Her hair was blowing in her face and she was trying to push it out of the way while balancing a lunch trey. But as soon as she saw Iori, she smiled, placed it down and allowed him to throw his arms around her, planting a fiery kiss on her little lips.

"Get a room," Tk winked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Don't give them ideas," Miyako warned, giggling to herself. "So Ken, can you come over?" she changed the subject.

"Sure," I smiled, taking a sip of my drink. "Seven okay for you?"

"Perfecto!" she winked, giving me a thumbs up.

When I got to Miyako's shared apartment, I expected her to be sitting on the couch, hunched over a large philosophy book, maybe even the four-ton science book. What I didn't expect was her to dart out of the door even before I knocked, dragging me down almost all the stairs I climbed. "Where are we going?" I asked, panting deeply after she had successfully yanked me to the bottom, managing to keep me on my feet.

"To get groceries. Daisuke and I just polished off our last box of Pizza Pockets."

"And the reason I couldn't stay at your place while you got them is?" I questioned, stepping into the Inoue convenience store. Almost at once Miyako lead me straight over to the junk food section. I remembered once long ago asking how someone like her, who ate mountains of junk a day could stay in the great shape she was. Daisuke had laughed saying she works it all off at night.

"Because," she muttered flatly, shoving a few bags of chips in her basket. I knew better than to press on, so I just followed her around like a helpless child as she piled on more and more sugar coated treats. "Okay, we can go now," she indicated as she waved bye her sister.

As we walked the short while back to her place and opened the door, I saw Daisuke sprawled out on the couch talking on the phone. His tone of voice was playfully seductive, purring into the receiver. I was just about ready to pass out. "No I love you more. No, I love you more! You! No you!" he chuckled sensually, acknowledging the fact Miyako was home. "No, I love you more!"

"Who is it?" Miyako asked quietly. Daisuke looked up, holding the phone up for her. "Your mom," I broke down laughing, as the slight twitch of jealously I was once feeling melted away, almost as if it were never there.

"Oh God! Hey, mom!" she snatched the phone away from him, casting a dirty look which he replied by blowing back a kiss. She threw her free hand up in frustration as she walked into her bedroom, slamming the door. I could feel the ground rumbling and the pictures on the walls of them shook. He was is soo much trouble when she got out…

"One day she's gonna give it to ya," I forewarned, sitting down as Daisuke ripped open a bag of brownies. He offered me one, which I politely declined.

"Yeah, but she loves me too much," he smiled confidently, shoving the chocolate square in his mouth. "And besides. Who else would do the things I do for her? Nobody!"

"You're so full of yourself," I laughed.

"I know," he smiled at me. For about a solid minute there wasn't any type of communication between us. We were just staring into each other's eyes. Molten ginger meeting ice lavender. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but shut if firmly, swallowing loudly.

I don't exactly remember what happened next, but in an instant, Daisuke was closer to me, (or was it, I was closer to him?) his fiery breaths hitting my pale skin, sending electric pangs through my body. His lips were temptingly close to mine as his tongue snaked out, licking his suddenly dry lips. All I could focus on were his lips. Those full, pouty lips that screamed out to be kissed. And he advanced on me, drawing our faces closer and closer up until I felt his bottom lips skim my top lip erupting a tremor to spasm up my body.

"Daisuke!" Miyako screamed out from her bedroom, ripping the door open in a blind fury. We jumped apart instantly, leaving enough space between us for Alaska to fit. My heart was racing in my chest as Daisuke nervously glanced up at Miyako's infuriated complexion. "What the hell did I tell you about my parents?!"

"Miyako…" he moaned coyly. A practiced move he had come quite good at to avoid all major trouble over the years.

"Don't you Miyako me!" she snapped, growing redder and redder by the millisecond.

"You know what, I think I'll go now. Miyako, I'll help you out tomorrow," I hastily darted out of there, not wanting to be in the center of the blood bath that was almost certain to follow. I was sure of one thing though. Ether tomorrow I would be hearing about the tragic death of Daisuke Motomiya or his sudden leave of absence from Japan.

But through all of that, I couldn't help but smile. He almost kissed me… I gently touched the area where his lip had faintly touched, smiling. This day wasn't a total waste after all.

"Come on Ichijouji!" our coach screamed out as I scowled. Okay, so I was ten minutes late for practice. That's absolutely no reason for him to go all ballistic on me. But now, as a result of me taking a few extra minutes in lit class, I had to run around the damn track our school possessed ten times. As I rounded the ninth time my body was about to give out on me and by the time I finished, my team had to scoop my body off the pavement.

"Here," Daisuke shoved a water bottle in my face after I had finished my death run. "You okay?"

"Just peachy," I spat rather harshly. I'm not a ray of sunshine after cardio…

Thankfully, Daisuke just laughed as she shook his head of awesome brown hair. "Come on. Suck it up. Our game's tonight. We have to get ready."

"I don't think I'll be able to survive," I gasped as Daisuke slipped an arm around my waist. I looked up at him a little startled, hiding it perfectly though, and gave him a polite smile. It was probably the only gesture I could manage considering my insides were melting.

Daisuke tisked. "You're horribly out of shape Ken," he pointed out knowledgeably. I rolled my eyes.

"See, we have two different versions of physical activity. Mine consists of running three miles every day while yours consists of…"

"Don't go there," he warned seriously. I shut my mouth as we both approached the bench. "But just remember Ichijouji," he said somewhat theatrically, preparing himself for what I knew had to be his 'pearls of wisdom'. "Every second you're not training, someone else is training to kick you ass."

I pouted. "Aw, why would anyone want to kick my ass?"

"Damn fine one too," Daisuke winked as I turned bright red.

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Later that night, close to the end of the second half, three boys slowly slinked off to the top of the bleachers, away from the prying eyes and prying ears of the people that previously surrounded them. They had business to attend to.

"What do you need?"

"What do you have?"

"Everything."

"Excellent. Rohypnol , Ecstasy and LSD. Nothing too illegal. We're just looking for some good clean fun."

"I love our versions of what's legal and not," the teen laughed, fishing a freshly rolled joint from his bag and lighting it. "And for your other request," he trailed off, pointing to the field where the soccer game was going on, but more importantly, one player.

"Him? Are you sure?" the rather attractive blond haired man muttered, casting a doubtful gaze over in Daisuke's direction. The other blond, his companion and dealer, smirked as he waved his clients question off, pulling the joint from his lips, while smirking.

"I can guarantee it. He's the best. You won't be disappointed in the least," he smirked knowledgeably, passing a hand through his locks.

"You hold so much confidence in this one," he man smirked, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Now that he got a good look at the boy, he smiled to himself. Rich brown hair and melting eyes all wrapped up in a seductively tanned skin. He watched as a boy with striking violet eyes passed him the ball and within a second this breathtaking creature was running wildly after it. His emerald green eyes were fixated on him, suddenly captured by the way his legs seemed to flex with the slightest movement.

He licked his suddenly dry lips, smiling widely. "You got yourself a deal. I'll give you five hundred for the drugs and I want him to be there. Tonight, I'm throwing this huge party. You supply me with what I need, I'll make you a very rich man."

"Then I might want to warn you. Get ready for a shock with this one," he couldn't help the smile that curved onto his lips. "You will never have sex at that level again, no matter how 'skilled' the person might be."

The green eyed man almost drooled at the thought. "I'll tell you what. If this guy is as good as you're hyping him up to be, I'll throw in another hundred."

"Kaido! Dude, that's five hundred for one night! Are you insane?!" the green-eyed person's companion gasped. "How do we even know his products are even legit?"

That seemed to focus his attention and a snarl curved onto his lips. "You'd better not be bullshitting me here!" he threatened the blond. "I'm a very wealthy man, but wasting my money isn't something I like very much."

"Kaido, don't worry. Just to satisfy your thirst, I'll give you a free hit. And you're gonna talk to him. You will like what I have an if his voice alone doesn't want make you want to jump him, I'll throw in the X for free."

"Seems like a good bargain to me," he agreed, standing up for the bleachers. The game had just finished and Odaiba won in a crushing victory. The three men walked down slowly, finally catching a view of the brunette that was causing such a commotion on the field. His teammates swarming around him with loud cheers and praises but the entire time his warm brown eyes seemed fixated on one person.

When the men finally made it down to the field, Daisuke was engaged in a conversation with the blue haired person that had kicked him the ball earlier. The blue haired boy was smiling his head off as the brunette spoke, captivating him on the spot.

"Yo Daisuke!" the blond called out as the brunette stopped talking and turned to face the voice. He waved once he saw who was calling him and smiled.

"Shit," Kaido gasped, gulping loudly. If his smile alone did that, the blond would have hated to see the puddle he would become once he was actually being stimulated by the brunette's skilled hands.

"Hey," the blue haired one smiled as well. Shin, Kaido's friend melted there. Maybe the blond would make twice as much money as he originally thought. There's no business like drug trafficking…

"Daisuke, Ken, this is Kaido and Shin. Some friends of mine."

Almost at once, Daisuke's cinnamon eyes hit Kaido's piercing green ones and there was a silence between them that was almost nerve racking. Kaido Mitsumishi was a very popular, rich man whose family was well known all around Japan. "Hey," Daisuke broke the silence.

Casting a quick glance at Kaido, the blond saw that he was shaken by Daisuke's presence. He could tell that if Daisuke kept looking at him with those magnificent orbs, he would surely pounce on him.

"Shin Takinema," his friend introduced to Ken, holding out his hand. There was a visible desire for the other boy in his eyes and the blond could clearly see that he was in fact going to make more money.

"Ken Ichijouji," Ken introduced politely, shaking his hand. His eyes wandered over to Daisuke who was still staring helplessly at Kaido. There was a brief look of pain that flashed in Ken's eyes.

"Funny, I've lived here all my life and I've never noticed you before," Kaido suddenly spoke up, extending his hand to Daisuke. "If I had known there was someone here as gorgeous as you, I would never have left for that year."

Daisuke's eyes instantly changed from dreamy to flirty in less than a second. "Funny, with my reputation I thought I was infamous around Japan," he almost pouted, shaking Kaido's hand.

"I'm throwing a party tonight. I want you there," Kaido cooed seductively, placing a stray lock of his blond hair in back of his ear.

"Then consider me there," Daisuke replied, smirking in such a playful nature, Kaido had to dig his fingers into his palm to keep from whimpering. It was so clearly obvious he wanted to scream out in frustration and take him right there. "I'll see you later," Daisuke's voice was just above a whisper.

"I would love it if you were there too Ken," Shin invited pleasantly. There was an obvious difference between Shin and Kaido. For one, Kaido was blunt and straightforward. Whatever he wanted, he took. Shin was more compromising and did what would make his partner happy. In a way, Daisuke and Kaido were a lot alike as were Shin and Ken.

"Oh my God," they both breathed out in unison after the soccer players had left. "Five hundred… definitely…" Kaido almost gasped, fishing around for his wallet.

"I'll give you a hundred for Ken. I need the X. He's way too mild for just a one nighter."

"You got that right," the blond smiled. "That'll be six hundred please."

"Here," Kaido grabbed at his wallet, yanking out five crisp one hundred dollar bills. Shin followed, placing two fifties in his hand.

"And here you are," he happily pocketed the money and reached in the zip of his school bag, yanking out two bags with three small white octagonal pills in each. A large 'E' was engraved in the center. The two boys snatched at their drugs, pocketing them in the same fashion the supplier had their money.

"Thanks for this," Shin grinned.

"No, thank you," the blond grinned, zipping up his bag and began walking in the other direction.

Kaido smiled. "Yeah, thanks for everything Tk."

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