Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will, although words do not express how much I'd like to.

Notes: This contains yaoi, particularly Yamasuke. Not your cup of tea, don't read. This is also much happier than most of my other stories, not a bit of depressing angst to be seen. Don't let the rating scare you, it's just for language which I expect will be far past the PG range. So…whatever.

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"So explain this to me one more time."

Davis sighed loudly and shifted his weight to his right foot. This was getting annoying. He fixed the blond with a glare and responded icily.

"I've already explained it five times. My parents are trying to put the excitement back into their marriage, and Jun went to America for a week with her class. I have nothing to do, and since they think I'm not mature enough to handle the house by myself…"

"You're not mature enough," Matt interrupted. "They left you alone for one day last summer and you threw a party. If I remember correctly the dining room table was destroyed, the carpet splattered with margarita stains, and your dad's bowling ball got broken."

Davis' frown deepened, but he continued as though no one else had spoken. "So, I have to stay with someone. And Jun thinks that if I stay with you, that'll score points for her and somehow you'll fall madly in love with her and just forget your sexual orientation and…"

"Does this story have a point coming sometime soon?"

"Yes. Let me stay with you."

He cocked his head to the side and peered at the younger boy, quite obviously irritated. "And why wasn't I informed of this again?"

"You were informed of it. My sister called you last week, and she said that you said that it was all right. Maybe you should actually listen to her when she talks for once."

"No thank you," he muttered dryly. "So I have to take care of you for a week?"

Davis bristled slightly. "Well you don't have to make it sound like I'm a dog or something."

"Hm." Matt opened the door all the way and let him in. "I'll have to ask Dad when he gets home, but he shouldn't mind. For some odd reason he likes you. I can't figure out why though, because he hates Tai."

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked as he sat his bag down on the floor. It made an odd noise that the blond noticed but he opted not to ask.

"Oh, nothing."

With a nod, Davis sat down on the couch and Matt sat himself on the adjacent chair. The two stared at each other in an awkward silence. Okay, more like a one-sided awkward silence. Davis was feeling quite nervous under the intense blue-eyed stare, and Matt was taking a sadistic satisfaction in doing so.

"So…" the younger boy started, suddenly feeling very small. "What are we going to do?"

"Excuse me? What do you mean?"

"I mean just what I said. What are we going to do?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

Davis scowled. "Shouldn't you be thinking of something to try to keep me amused?"

Matt blinked but his face remained impassive. "Look, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. But I will warn you that I don't do the host thing. If you want to consider yourself a guest in my house, then feel free to do so. Just don't expect special treatment for it. That means you can amuse yourself."

Davis' frown deepened and he managed something of a huff as he silently condemned his sister for making him stay with such a temperamental…thing. "Fine."

He promptly picked up his bag and began to make his way to Matt's room, and then as he passed the chair he hesitated, suddenly remembering something.

"Oh," he cleared his throat. "By the way, I have a soccer game tonight and seeing as how I'm only 14, I need a ride. And it would probably be a good idea if this ride were to stay at the game in case we finish early or late or something, so…"

"Davis, I am not going to your damn soccer game."

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"If someone sees me, then I'll be ruined and I'll kill you, slowly."

"Oh Matt, stop being such a girl," Davis said, grinning from ear to ear. Something about getting the blond agitated made him infinitely giddy. "I don't know why you're being like this. I don't think being seen at a soccer game will 'ruin' you. You never know. Maybe it'll make you even more popular. Look at Tai."

The musician gripped the steering wheel tighter and glared at him. "Do not ever compare me to Tai again."

"I wasn't comparing you. I was merely saying that he's more popular than you."

The air in the small car suddenly got icy, and Davis realized that holes were being drilled into his head. "Excuse me?"

"I said, 'You are the man.'"

"That's what I thought."

When the temperature was back to normal, Davis spared himself a glance at the older boy who was still glaring at the road in from of him. "You know," he said, grinning once again. "It wouldn't hurt to take that stick out of your ass once and a while."

"What is in my ass is none of your business. Maybe I enjoy that stick being there."

"Ah, so you admit it." He turned to stare out the window again. "Don't forget to turn left up here."

Matt gave him a particularly irritated look. "Are you implying that I have no sense of direction?"

"Not at all. I was just confirming that I still have mine."

"Mm."

The soccer complex came into view, much to Matt's disgust. Soccer was, despite what Davis might say, not cool. If he was seen at the game by someone in his school then it would get around to his band, not to mention Tai, and he would never hear the end of it.

"I think I'll just stay in the car," he said as he parked.

"Oh please," said Davis, climbing out. "You can't just stay here. You need to get out and socialize. It'll be good for you. Then maybe you won't look so pale and sickly all the time."

He was fixed with yet another glare, which he returned half-heartedly.

"I'm going to pretend that I did not hear that, Motomiya."

"Look," he growled, beginning to rummage in his bag which was sitting on the floor, "if it bothers you so much, then here." He shoved a large red sweatshirt into Matt's hands. "Wear this. It's too long for me, so it should be perfect for you."

Matt picked up the shirt as though it were a dead animal of some kind. "What is this?"

"It's a disguise."

"How," he asked, holding it up to himself, "do you figure this to be a disguise? It's just a damn shirt."

"Yes, but it's a red shirt," Davis persisted. "Without your usual, boring all-black attire, no one will recognize you. Now come on, I'm gonna be late."

Muttering profanities under his breath, Matt slid the shirt over his head and hurried to catch up with the brunette.

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"Did you ask your dad if I could stay?"

Matt threw his clothes in the pile of dirty laundry on the floor, stared at the boy who was bouncing lightly on his bed, and silently cringed. This was going to be an interesting week. He could tell already. "Yes, he said he doesn't care. He just wants more of a warning next time."

"That was your fault not mine." Davis peered down at the floor. "What is that?" He kicked a green notebook.

"That's my song book. You touch it and you die."

"Glad to see you're back to your normal self." He rolled his eyes and continued scanning the room. "So am I sleeping in here?"

Matt shrugged and leaned against the door frame. "Unless you want to sleep on the couch, although I can't guarantee what else you'll be sleeping with. God knows what's in that thing."

"No thanks. I enjoy my one-night stands to be human." He glanced at the bed he was sitting on. "So am I sleeping with you or on the floor or what?"

"I don't care. If you want to sleep with me, the bed's probably big enough that there won't be a problem. If you want to sleep on the floor, I can find a sleeping bag or something. If you want to sleep on the ceiling, I can find some nails. I don't care. It's your call."

"Um…" He surveyed the floor, which was littered with broken pens, guitar strings, and what looked like the remains of a model car. "I think I'll sleep in the bed, if you don't mind."

Matt shrugged again. "I don't blame you. The floor's about as bad as the couch. I sure as heck wouldn't want to sleep on it." He pointed out into the hall. "Bathroom's right there. Feel free to…do whatever you need to do."

Davis picked up his clothes and stuff and made his way to the bathroom to change. Matt's eyes followed him up until the door closed.

With a sigh, he turned and began to smooth out the bed, which had probably never been made in its entire existence. Realizing that it only had one pillow, Matt set out to search for the missing one in his closet. He rummaged around for a minute, throwing clothes and shoes all over the place, before he found it. It looked as though it had lived through WWII, but he decided that Davis would just have to deal with it.

As he was walking back towards the bed his foot nudged Davis' backpack, which was laying unzipped on the floor. It emitted muffled noise, causing Matt to jump and drop the pillow. He blinked at the bag and kicked it again, causing another odd noise. It sounded like a mechanical 'achoo'.

Backpacks, he realized, were not supposed to sneeze.

He carefully kneeled down and peered into it, preparing himself for anything. Reaching his hand in, he pulled out a small, yellow stuffed animal. It seemed to be a strange mix between a cat, a rabbit, and a squirrel. Matt frowned at the strange thing and shook it.

"Pikachu!"

He let out a high-pitched squeal and fell back onto his butt, the toy getting thrown a few feet from him in the process.

Davis came thundering back into the room. "What happened? I heard a scream."

"What the hell is that?" Matt panted, pointing at the yellow creature.

It took a second for Davis to understand what he was referring to, but once he did he flushed bright red. "Oh, that…well…it's a…Pokemon."

"What the hell is a Pokemon?"

He got even redder. "Kind of like a Digimon, but not as cool obviously. Haven't you ever heard of the show?"

"Obviously I haven't." Matt stood up and crept up to it again. "I can think of a hundred things I could say about this, but I won't. Simply because you're already embarrassed enough and making you feel worse would be rude." He paused. "Plus I figure that if you won't tell anyone about the soccer game, I won't tell anyone about your…thing. Now get it off my floor."

Davis relaxed a little and moved to put it back in his bag. "Thank you. So…shall we go to sleep?"

"If you want to." He continued to give the backpack wary glances. "Which side do you want?"

"I don't care. Left, I guess."

"'Kay."

The two stared at each other awkwardly.

"Um…get in and I'll turn out the light."

Davis nodded and sat onto the bed, attempting to get himself situated. "Imagine this," he said with a smile. "I get to sleep with Matt Ishida. Won't my sister be jealous!"

Matt rolled his eyes as he flipped the light switch. The bed shifted slightly as he crawled into it.

"Good night, Matt."

"G'night."

It was completely silent, except for the boys' breathing. Suddenly in the darkness Matt frowned.

"Davis?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

He smiled deviously. "Just making sure you took that stick out."

"Get your hand off my ass."

There was a pause. "Spoilsport."