Chapter 8 A week later, Daisuke was struggling with what to wear. He couldn't decide between some plain jeans and a green tank top or some khakis and a blue t-shirt. Daisuke bit his lip as he held up the tank top and jeans. He wanted to look good, because, well, he was going to see Tuxedo Kamen tonight. About five days ago, Dark had gone to the building down the street and had easily found the information for the next meeting. Which was tonight. Which was why Daisuke was forsaking his homework to stand in front of the mirror.. ***FOR AN HOUR!!*** Daisuke yelped and dropped the tank top. ::Jeez! You scared me!:: ***eheheh*** Daisuke glared at the mirror and got an odd sense of de-ja-vous. "What do you think I should wear?" He said aloud, realizing that he was home alone and it didn't matter. ***What you're wearing,*** Daisuke continued to glare at the mirror and replied, "Dark! I'm only in my boxers!" Dark chuckled, ***Exactly. You're sure to get a positive reaction*** When Daisuke only glared, Dark relented, ***All right, all right. The blue shirt, since with your hair green reminds me of Christmas, and the blue jeans because the khakis make your butt look big.*** "They do?" Daisuke asked, turning around to look at his butt. ***No, not really, but you should still wear the jeans.*** Dark happily commented. Daisuke shrugged and slipped on the jeans and shirt. He bounded downstairs and outside. ---- Daisuke knocked on the door to the building, only realizing afterwards that it might have been the stupidest thing he had ever done. Ignoring Dark's snickering, Daisuke walked in. At first, he wasn't sure where to go, but he soon heard talking and laughter down a hall and started to follow the sound. Finally, he reached the door. Stopping outside, Daisuke was suddenly overcome with anticipation. What if, as soon as Tuxedo Kamen saw him without his makeup and mask and outfit, he didn't like Daisuke anymore? It didn't seem that unlikely-Tuxedo Kamen had fallen for Nuriko, not Daisuke. He didn't even know Daisuke's real name! Heck, Daisuke didn't even know Tuxedo Kamen's real name! Taking all his courage, Daisuke slowly peeked around the corner and scanned the room. There didn't seem to be anyone with a rose. No tall, dark and handsome boy holding a rose, looking around. Daisuke sighed with relief, although he wasn't quite sure why. He had gotten here before Tuxedo Kamen, it seemed. Suddenly drained of anticipation and his energy, Daisuke started to walk into the room, when, suddenly, he saw a young man in the corner, holding a rose and looking uncomfortable. The boy was looking away from Daisuke, but the way he held himself and the hue of his hair seemed familiar. It couldn't be because they reminded Daisuke of Tuxedo Kamen-Dark must have been right, because this unmasked man had blue hair, not black. Tuxedo Kamen must have dyed his hair for the masquerade ball. Standing halfway in the room and halfway out, Daisuke stared, mesmerized, at the back of Tuxedo Kamen's head. He started to turn around and, in fear of being caught staring, Daisuke ducked mostly back into the hallway. Daisuke could still see Tuxedo Kamen, but he doubted that Tuxedo Kamen could see him. Daisuke's eyes widened at the taller, blue haired teenager turned around, obviously looking for something-or someone. This wasn't just a cute boy Daisuke had met at the masquerade. This wasn't just someone he had never seen before, never met before. This was � this was � The boy was Hiwatori-kun! Satoshi Hiwatori! A/N: Look! It didn't take 3 months! Or .. oh, wait. It did. Dangit. Oh well. This is short, I know. But the next one will be out *soon* .. cuz I know exactly how it's going to go. woo woo woo. |
