Takeru had no real idea how he managed to crawl back to his house. His mom, home from work early sensed there was something deeply wrong with her youngest son as he slumped through the threshold and stumbled into his room. The door slamming behind him seconds later.



She got up hesitantly, not quite sure exactly how to handle this. Sure, she's been a mother for years now, but the angsting always seemed to be lurking with Yamato, never Takeru. He was always the bright, smiling child that lit up a room.



"T.K, honey. Are you all right?" she called out, lightly rapping her knuckles on his wood door. She heard the most god-awful sob as she knocked again. Her heart quite literally stopped beating for a second. Her hand found the handle almost mechanically and when she pushed open the door, she found her son, the bright, jovial blond haired miracle, crying his heart out.



Without even speaking she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his trembling frame as he buried his head in her shoulder, sobbing hysterically as his entire body seemed to spasm with tears. She had never seen him cry like this before. It was almost as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest and thrown in the dirt.



"What happened T.K?" she asked in her cool, motherly tone that always made him smile. This time, it went with no avail as the blond just wept louder, more violently than anything she had ever witnessed. This much amount of sorrow was almost palpable. So thick you could hack at it with a knife.



Takeru wanted to answer. In all honestly, he wanted to tell his mom so she could kiss it and make it all better, just like she did when he was a child. Even though she was in the room, he never felt more alone in his entire life. If he had thought having Daisuke missing was bad, the look on his face when he found him was at least a thousand times worse.



As soon as Natsuko realized her son wasn't coherent enough to rely to anything, she began to rub his back, gathering him in her arms as if her were five again, making calm hushing noises to reassure him that she was still there. That she wouldn't leave him.



And at that time, Takeru needed to be with someone more than he could ever imagine.



The blond was absolutely devastated. You could hear his heart in his voice. Takeru felt weak. His head was dizzy and he could have sworn ever muscle in his body had turned to water. It felt exactly like he had been cut open and he were losing blood.

=== === ===



"What's wrong?" the question was asked bluntly. Ken no longer needed to put false emotion into his voce. His simplest command sounded like a pleasant embrace to the enslaved brunette.



Daisuke's brows furrowed. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then shut it, obviously trying to formulate a semi-decent sentence. "I feel… wrong…" he muttered after a few seconds.



Ken smirked devilishly. "Well, maybe there's something I can do to make you feel right," the note of seduction clearly stated. Daisuke shivered a little. He couldn't seem to grasp why this was hurting him inside.



He couldn't clearly focus on anything as he feebly tried to piece together the small shards of his memories, piecing them together in a futile attempt at solving his dilemma. But he also knew that Ken was far smarter than he and he would probably be able to tell him what was bothering him in less than a minute. With that knowledge, he felt ashamed; ashamed at his own incompetence to even discover what was bothering him. Who would he ever be able to anything right?



Ken felt Daisuke stiffen quite possibly even before Daisuke realized it himself. He slowly stopped his teasing of Daisuke's delicious flesh and looked into the deep amber eyes that had captured and held his attention, the ones that fueled his burning lust into an unfathomable passion.



"What's wrong?" this time, he would get an answer out of his pet. It was absolutely no fun having an unresponsive Daisuke. What Ken had planned needed two people…



Daisuke opened his mouth again. He didn't necessarily want to divulge his slight ponderings, but there was a sharp pinging. A shock maybe that seared in the back of his brain. The truth shall always set you free… "T.K," he replied. And the pain stopped.



"T.K?" Ken hissed through clenched lips. Daisuke shuddered a little. Ken's almost perpetual glowing eyes darken into a cool shade of almost royal purple. Demons haunted the young geniuses eyes, the window to the soul.



"He looked so sad… I… I… I just feel… empty."



"Empty?" he growled again and Daisuke shut his eyes trembling. When he was a little boy, he would shut his eyes to block out the negative things that always seemed to penetrate his life. He would squeeze his eyes shut and suddenly, all the bad things went away.



Ken didn't exactly appreciate the slight turn of events. Daisuke, his Daisuke was shivering under him; and Ken knew perfectly well it wasn't from the chill. "Open your eyes," he commanded softly. A second later, he was staring back into the depths of the molten brown orbs of his lover.



"I upset you," Daisuke's voice cracked, his bottom lip quivering. "I'm sorry."



"Sh," Ken chided, kissing his lips. "I'm not mad."



Sadly, the statement was said without conviction, but Daisuke was not in the right state of mind to actually see the sarcasm that was literally rolling off him in waves.



It was quite possibly at that exact moment Ken decided to do something about the blond that had been the proverbial thorn in his side, ever since the day he laid eyes on Daisuke. Just under a million ways of exterminating him flashed before Ken's eyes, but none seemed appropriate enough for the child of hope.



Didn't he know hope had died right along with justice? Hadn't he the faintest idea that in the end, good never triumphs, that hope was nothing more than a Hallmark creation, coyly used to place a false sense of security over people? He should have known by now, that placing too much hope in something would eventually bleed you dry.



=== === ===



"But Miyako…"



"Shh!"



"But Miyako…"



"Shh!"



"But Miyako…"



"Shh!"



"MIYAKO!" Iori finally hissed, losing what was left of his little patience with the lavender haired girl.



"What?!" she exclaimed in a fit of frustration, finally taking her eyes off of the blue haired man that they had been watching for a little more than an hour.



"Do you even have the faintest idea how stupid we look?" his emerald eyes narrowed into two marble slits, glaring at the person he exhaustibly called his best friend. They had been perched outside Ken Ichijouji's apartment for half their day and took to stalking him the other half. He and Daisuke looked joined at the hip, completely and utterly infatuated with each other.



Iori still had no idea how he had gotten dragged into this again. But deep down inside him, he knew that the mental picture of Takeru practically crying the soul out of himself had something to do with it. When they had received a phone call from his mother, they knew something was wrong. Seeing the state he was in confirmed absolutely everything and anything Miyako needed to know and she took off on her own crusade to right the wrong that had befallen upon their good friend.



Iori knew that Miyako didn't trust Ken. No matter how you cut it, Miyako just had a 6th sense about people. She had told Iori point blank that she was going to do something about it immediately. He had solely tagged along to keep his brash and somewhat bullheaded friend from lunging on the young Ichijouji and strangling him to death in an alley.



But quite frankly, the sight of the two made his stomach turn. A little less than a month ago, Daisuke would have spit at the name Ken Ichijouji. Now, it seems he's swapping spit with him…



"Just look at him," Miyako snarled, bunching her fingers up into a fist. "He's sucking Daisuke's tonsils out… Jesus…"



And Iori couldn't deny that. It was in fact the truth. It almost appeared that Ken was trying to swallow Daisuke's face and by the looks of it, he was almost successful. It was then Ken started the use of his hands, allowing his fingers to quest out over areas of Daisuke that he would have preferred not knowing about.



His face turned a slight pink color as he turned his head away, unable to watch the public display of groping that was taking place in front of him. Thought, sadly, and by some great twist of irony, the second Iori looked up, he saw the slight reflection of the duo in a store window. It looked even worse on glass then it did in real life.



But it wasn't the obvious tongue bashing going on that caught his eye. It was when Ken began trailing his fingers up Daisuke's arm, slowly savoring the feel of the brunette's skin, that Iori gasped.



"Holy shit!" he eyes, if possible, enlarged. His head turned from the warped perspective, quite literally gasping when what he saw appeared to hold true on the real thing. "Miyako! Look!" the slightly younger boy grasped onto his eccentric friend's arm, almost wildly pointing to something only he seemed to see.



"What?" Miyako asked, he curiosity obviously jarred. When Ken made another slight movement, Miyako gasped, right along with her friend. "I don't fucking believe this…" was all she muttered as both got up, practically dashing back to Takeru's.



Boy did they have a story to tell….



=== === ===



It was Hikari who had the fortune of staying with an absolutely incoherent Takeru. The blondes bitter sobbing had calmed down now and he was no longer shedding unwanted tears. Though, it had taken all of the coaxing Hikari could muster to even allow him to calm down.



Now, the room was completely peaceful. A slight breeze was waftering around the room, allowing the wind-chime his mother had placed near the window to gently ring. Hikari had the boy's unresponsive frame tightly wrapped up in her arms, lightly stroking his blond locks absently with the tips of her fingers.



His breathing had fanned out into slightly harsh rasps and Hikari winced every time her friend inhaled. Absolutely nobody should have to go through the pain Takeru was. It was almost inhumane. It was downright cruel.



But the sound of the silence in the room grew with each passing second and before Hikari could rationally explain herself, she began to talk. It was the mindless chatter usually used to fill the voids of a conversation. The ones two people engage in on a first date. Hikari knew she sounded idiotic, but the silence was louder than anything he could have ever imagined and it was slowly driving her one step closer to the edge, every second the clock ticked by.



Please get back soon Miyako… she begged absolutely any God that might have heard her at the time.



And just like out of a movie, the door burst open. The loud bang causing both Takeru and Hikari to jump in surprise. And there, they were faced with the smiling faces of Miyako and Iori. Both out of breath but simply ecstatic.



"We know what's wrong with Daisuke!" Miyako spilled out in a rush, collapsing on the chair that adorned the corner of Takeru's bedroom. Iori, chose the simpler route and parked his bottom on the floor, inhaling sharply as he passed his hand over his forehead. He absently picked off another leaf that had gotten tangled in his hair and finished the rest of Miyako's original though.



"We saw him and Ken today," at that, Takeru visibly winced and shuddered both at the same time. They all could tell he was about to go back into the unresponsive, weeping shell he had originally been in if they didn't finish soon. "But we saw what was making him all fucked up!" for the first time in Miyako's life, she heard Iori swear. She was rubbing off on him rather nicely…



"He has a dark spiral on his arm!" Miyako jumped in, the knowledge only the two of them possessed obviously being too much for her to bear. "We saw him and Ken in the park sucking face and Ken completely ignored the spiral on hi arm! And that son of a bitch is pretty damn hard to miss! So he knew it was there! He had to!"



"Daisuke…" Takeru muttered, completely in shock. It had never once before occurred to him that maybe it was something else making Daisuke act as if he hated him… as if he didn't love him. Now he knew why. And almost all at once, this surge of an almost wild hope raced through his veins, igniting his blood on fire.



A sparkle returned to his eyes, one that had vanished for such a long time. One the Digidestined had missed tremendously. It was the sparkle of his life. The one that had dimmed when Daisuke was missing and the exact same one that had vanished completely when he thought Daisuke didn't want him anymore.



All the Digidestined present at the time suddenly felt invigorated again. They had a mission that was far more important than the Digiworld or the Digimon Emperor. They had their friend to save. But to be more precise, they had two friends to save.



=== === ===

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again…
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains,
Within the sound of silence…





Ken didn't like this. He never liked not being prepared. It had happened once before when he had suddenly fallen for the brash leader of the Digidestined, but now, this was just ridiculous.



Somehow, the time he decided to leave Daisuke for one second, the entire Digidestined team somehow managed to corner him. And to make matters worse, the one Digidestined he despised with a cold fury, actually had the nerve to touch him.



Ken's impassive gaze was fixated on the icy one Takeru was literally shooting him and he quite literally couldn't have cared less. The blond was good at playing nice. The badass approach he was trying for was failing miserably.



"Get away from me," he spat, pushing Takeru's feeble grasp off himself, dusting his shoulder in a mock cleansing. But you never know. The Digidestined were just as bad as a disease.



"Give us back Daisuke," Iori muttered darkly from his position at the left. His eyes were shrouded in a shadow, giving him an almost demonic look. Ken shuddered a little, not letting his slight discomfort show though. He would die before he showed them any type of emotion except rage and spite.



"What are you talking about?" he muttered exasperated. "You know T.K, jealousy doesn't become you. Daisuke came back to me. You obviously weren't meeting the boyfriend criteria. Outside or inside the bedroom."



Takeru slammed his lithe body into the wall. His eyes were viciously burning and his voice sounded like frozen fire. "I'm positive he wouldn't have stepped within ten feet of you if that spiral wasn't commanding him. Emperor."



Ken raised a delicate eyebrow. So they knew. Pity. He was having so much fun…



"Congratulations, you officially make no sense. As if you ever did, but that's a whole different story all by itself…" Ken began as Takeru slammed him back once again. "You know," he snapped, "that does sting."



"Like I fucking care," the blond snapped again. "We know who you are Ken. Don't try and deny it. Not now," he made his point by shoving Ken a little further up the wall, clenching at the blunette's shirt tightly.



"Just give us back Daisuke. Take the spiral off him," Miyako said from behind Hikari. The shorter brunette in front of her glared at the genius, and Ken rolled his eyes.



"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I couldn't," he stated simply, once again pushing Takeru off him. "And besides, why would I want to give him up?"



"Because it's wrong," Takeru mutter. His voice thick with emotion. "He doesn't care about you and you're using him… God Ken, doesn't that make you sick at all?"



"No," he stated briskly. "Would you?" the question was blurted out so quickly that Takeru blushed slightly. Truth be told, he wouldn't have taken the route Ken did, but he knew deep down inside, the thought of Daisuke in absolutely any way was incredibly sexy.



"Just take the fucking spiral off him!" Miyako stated impatiently, moving forward so that she was now standing in front of Ken. "If you don't we will."



"I wouldn't suggest you do that," Ken smirked maliciously. Every Digidestined almost held their breaths, gasping softly. "See, I'll put it to you in terms I'm sure you can all understand. Take off the spiral, you kill him. Ingenious design don't you think? He's either mine or nobody's."



It took even less than a second for Takeru to punch him. The sound of knuckles hitting chin cracked through the relatively deserted area, echoing off the walls before vanishing into the air. Ken wasn't ready for such a blow. The blonde's hands were shaking as he clutched onto Ken's shirt for what had to have been the tenth time that day. His eyes were wide, half filled with tears, half filled with rage. "Do you have any idea how crazy you sound?" he spluttered, not fully believing exactly what the Emperor had said. "You're lying."



"Even if I were, would you really want to chance it?" Ken stated rather plainly, his logic hitting Takeru hard. He was right. Even if he were lying, he would never chance getting Daisuke hurt. Never… "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a date."



Hikari and Iori had to restrain Takeru from literally pouncing on Ken, ripping him to shreds. Takeru's claws were out and he was going for blood. "We'll get him, don't worry," Hikari assured him, only letting go when she was positive he wouldn't chase after Ken.



"I know," Takeru spat, his eyes narrowing. "I'm not letting this go on for much longer. Daisuke is mine…"

=== === ===



"Excellent," Ken muttered, watching in awe as Daisuke and Flamedramon began wiping to floor with the other Digidestined brats. Even now they still dared enter his kingdom. But he was ready for them. He played his trump card and he watched with a twisted amusement as Takeru and Patamon refused to take part in the battle. Though, Ken could see even from where he was that Patamon was literally itching to fight and the only person stopping him was Takeru.



One after one, the Digidestined's Digimon fell, each returning to their rookie stages right before their partner's eyes. With shrieks of terror, each Digidestined ran over, cuddling their Digimon until each of them were positive their digital friends would be all right.



But it was then, in that moment where the adrenaline dies and you can almost taste the victory did Takeru decide to strike. With a brilliant flash of white light, a physical angel was left in the wake of battle. Ken's grip on his chair almost became desperate as he quite literally gasped the sight before him.



It was beyond obvious that Flamedramon wasn't ready for the attack that this angel dealt out. The Armour Digivolved Digimon hit the ground, wincing visibly as it stood back up. Daisuke was shocked at this sudden move and he didn't have enough time to adjust to everything that was happening around him.



Takeru was near him quicker than a blink of an eye and his arms held the brunette firmly in place. Even though he was struggling, Takeru kept his grip, the determination almost palpable. He wasn't going to let him go. Not again.



"Daisuke!" Ken hissed, ordering an Airdramon to circle back and come get him. He wasn't going to give Daisuke away as if he were some carnival prize. Daisuke was his and always would be.

=== === ===



"Daisuke please stop!" Takeru begged, gripping onto his love's shirt. He had dreamed of holding Daisuke again, but this was just ridiculous.



"Let go of me!" he snarled, his once warm eyes literally glowing a blood red.



"Please Daisuke, stop," Takeru closed his eyes, praying to every God alive that he would just struggling. He pulled him closer inadvertently, wincing out of misery as he felt Daisuke's fierce struggles deepen.



"Takeru!" Iori cried out as he ran over to his friends. "Let's get out of here! We got what we came for!"



"Right," he agreed, squeezing Daisuke in his iron grasp. His fingers brushed against the sleek, cool surface of the spiral that was so unattractively latched onto his arm. He wanted that unfeeling, dominating piece of technology off of his arm so badly it hurt him.



"Not so fast!" Takeru heard a voice that made him wince. "Just where the hell do you think you're taking him?"



"Home!" Takeru rebutted.



"He is home. His home is with me."



"Only because of this!" he snapped, holding up Daisuke's flailing arm. "Daisuke please stop!"



"You should know by now that it doesn't work that way T.K. He's not going to suddenly remember you and fight the power of the spiral. It's too strong."



"Then it's just going to have to come off," Takeru snapped, trying to play Ken on his bluff. If he were telling the truth about the consequences of the spiral, Ken would stop him if he tried to remove it… he would have to…



"Don't be an idiot T.K!" Ken snapped. "Do you have any idea what yanking that thing off will do to him? The electrical surge with short circuit his brain and fry it in his head!" the Emperor screamed at the blond at a great length, shouting out curses and words that Takeru didn't completely understand. All he could think about was how to save the brunette that had stolen his heart.



Daisuke had effectively stopped thrashing once he fully realized he was getting nowhere and almost relaxed in his grip. Takeru instinctively pulled Daisuke closer, not hearing one word of protest. "T.K?" he asked after a minute of complete silence.



Takeru's eyes widened. The way Daisuke had spoke his name almost made him choke. "Yea?"



"Do you love me?" his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, the way they always did when he was in deep contemplation. He went to answer, but before he could even get a word out, Daisuke hastily continued. "I've just been getting this feeling from you. Every time you're near me, I can't help feel… light, happy. But I feel wrong now and it hurts… but I need to know. Do you love me?"



"More than anything," Takeru whispered truthfully. His eyes glistening with unshed tears as he gently let Daisuke out of his grasp. He instantly regretted the loss of the heat. "I love you so much Daisuke."



"Then please love me," the brunette muttered softly, holding up his arm as an offering to the blond.



"NO! Stop!" Ken hissed, lunging forward. But it was too late. Takeru had shakily held onto Daisuke's arm and pulled up his shirt, right before he cracked one side of the spiral, pulling the needle like spikes out of Daisuke arm, then let the useless strip of black metal fall to the floor.



Daisuke groaned before his eyes rolled back in his skull and he fell forward, only to be caught by Takeru. He clutched onto Daisuke almost protectively, grabbing an arm to look for a pulse.



"We have to get him out of here right now!" he screamed, picking him up and carrying him over to the others. They all disappeared off into the horizon, finding the closest Digiport before getting sucked right back into their world.



Ken began to curse rather loudly, physically and vocally emitting his anger in ways that made every Digimon in a hundred meter radius cower. "No!" he hissed out through clenched teeth. They won…

=== === ===



It had been at least a week since the Digidestined had reclaimed Daisuke from the Emperor and it had been a solid week since Daisuke had fallen into his coma. Each Digidestined kept a steady vigil by this bedside, but Takeru was the one that never left his side.



With each minute that ticked by, the Digidestined became even more positive Daisuke would never wake up. Though they would always keep an optimistic approach on things, none of them truly believed their leader would be returned to them.



"Takeru," Hikari asked one day. "You should go home. Daisuke isn't going to wake up any time soon," she hated sounding so negative but she had to be realistic. The blond was wearing himself down into nothing and she hated seeing him so weak.



"No, I'm going to stay," he muttered numbly, squeezing onto Daisuke's hand a little tighter. He hated being this way. He hated being completely useless and the fact he couldn't help Daisuke in any way made his heart weigh down.



"I'm going to go home okay? I need to get a few things but I'll be back," Hikari promised.



"Okay," he smiled back at her as she gently touched his shoulder, giving him a brilliant smile. Once Takeru heard the door shut, he sighed mournfully.



"Please Daisuke, wake up. Please come back to us… to me," he begged. But the continual beeping emanating from the various machines all indicated Daisuke was still unconscious.



Lately, Daisuke had been having sudden epileptic fits and the doctors had taken immediate action. Brain surgery to his right frontal and left occipital lobes. They had managed to calm him, but it was only after everything did they realize that something had gone wrong. His brain waves had slowed. His cerebrum was still badly injured.



See, the way Ken's spirals worked was they would inject a series of needle like transmitters into the blood steam. The blood circulates around the body, reaching the brain where the waves eventually built up on the frontal lobes, the area of the brain that controls movement.



Once his waves managed to build up enough of a 'wall' simple commands such as walking and breathing became cut off. The waves now had full possession over an individual, rendering them completely useless. Once Ken had spiraled him, he had obviously told him certain commands, such as breathing or talking.



Daisuke had basically been a drone and once Takeru had removed everything that was blocking his normal wave patterns, his brain shut down, not being strong enough to sort through all the waves. That's when Daisuke lapsed into the coma.



"Takeru," nurse Hiyaki, someone he had become friendly with over the last few days came in and sat by his chair. "The doctor came by today and had told us that his condition is getting better. The hemorrhaging has stopped and the medication that's thinning his blood is working."



"That's good," he mumbled, lowering his eyes. "Do you know it that means he'll wake up?"



"I don't know Takeru. Only Daisuke can decide that. If he wants to keep fighting, he'll make it through. If he doesn't…" she left the phrase unfinished. "Well, I have to get back to my shift. I only cam by to tell you that."



"Thank you," he said appreciately.



"And Takeru, he will pull through. With someone like you loving him, how could he not?"





It was another few days before any real news happened. Takeru had started back at school but couldn't keep his mind off of Daisuke. Even though his love was in the worst possible condition, Takeru felt happy. His heart felt breezy again, just like he were walking on air.



He knew this was because he had Daisuke back. He no longer had to worry about Ken trying to steal him away. They had all shown him that no matter what he tried, he wouldn't be able to get Daisuke back. Daisuke was his again.



Once the bell rang, Takeru propelled himself out of his math class and darted toward the hospital, ready to wait for Daisuke to wake up. Lately, he had been getting this vibe that his brunette would wake up soon. And he wanted to be there when that happened.



Rounding the corner, he saw nurse Hiyaki almost bolting toward him. "He woke up!" she squealed excitedly as she saw the expression on Takeru's face.



The blond almost lit up like a lamp as he made his way into the room. Sure enough, right there was Daisuke, awake and blinking slightly dazed. "Dai…suke…" Takeru choked as he stumbled over to him, wrapping him in his arms.



"Hello," the brunette said softly. "Do I know you?"



Takeru's face dropped. "Kn… know me? Daisu… I… I…" he stuttered, pulling away from him slightly.



"Amnesia," someone in back of him spoke. It was Hikari. "The doctors say it's a result of the surgery and possibly the overload. He doesn't remember a thing."



"That's not true," Daisuke winced, his voice sounded raw. "I remember feeling light. Like I was flying. There was this warm feeling wrapped around me and then… nothing. It all went black," he continued, his eyebrows wrinkling again.



Before Takeru could even ask, Hikari had left to room, shutting the door behind her. there was complete silence in the room, neither boy knowing what to say. It was Takeru who spoke first.



"You don't remember me do you?"



"I'm sorry," Daisuke bowed his head. "I know I should though. Something's telling me I should."



Takeru smiled bitterly, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Tears spilled over his delicate cheeks as he began to cry, grabbing Daisuke and hugging him tightly. This was horrible. Never had he though Daisuke would lose his memory. He didn't know what was worse. Not having Daisuke, or not having Daisuke remember him… what they had… how much he loved him…



"I'm sorry," he repeated again, this time slower and more heart filled. "But I know something," at that Takeru looked up slightly, "I know you mean something to me. And I know that you're someone special to me."



"How?"



"I don't know exactly. It's just a feeling," with that, Daisuke blushed an almost crimson red, coughing uncomfortably. "I… I hope I don't sound stupid for saying this, but do… do you love me?"



"More than anything," was the same response he gave his love. "Even though you might not remember anything we did together, or went though, I still do Daisuke. And I still love you more than anyone."



Daisuke smiled. "Thank you T.K… I… I don't really know how…"



"It's okay," he reassured him, pulling his head closer to his chest. He heard Daisuke's strong breathing fill the room and he smiled, his mind going foggy as his mind packed and went off for places unknown.



"You stayed with me didn't you? When I was out cold I mean.

Because I could have sworn I heard your voice a lot. I like your voice."

"I'm glad," the blond smiled as he nodded, answering Daisuke's question.



"You smell nice too," Daisuke muttered, burying his head in the soft fabric of Takeru's sweater. The smell of his cologne was making Daisuke sleepy and cozy… he felt comfortable and just perfect. He was warm and happy and he never wanted to leave the blonde's arms. "You feel nice…" he muttered before his eyes shut over slightly.



Takeru sighed happily for the first time in weeks. He lightly laced his fingers through Daisuke's hair, playing with the still soft spikes that shot up in every direction. Daisuke was almost lulled into a sleep as he shifted slightly so that he was sitting up in the bed beside him.



"You know," he spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper. "When you were gone, I though someone had killed a part of me. It felt as if I had been ripped open and someone had taken my life away from me. As if someone was taking my blood. And now I know why."



"Why?" Daisuke murmured, cuddling up closer.



Takeru slowly tilted his head down, just so his lips lightly brushed against Daisuke's ear. His lips lightly pressing against the brunette's skin, drawing a drowsy smile from his lover. "You are my blood."

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