If You Knew the Truth

Notes: Wallsuke fic. that means it contains shounen-ai/yaoi type stuff,
flamers. It's a songfic. The song is 'It's A Motherfucker' by Eels, from their
album 'Daisies of the Galaxy.' Lyrics appear as follows... -lyric-

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon's characters. I do not own the song. Screw
off.
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Daisuke gazed unblinking downward at the floor. His thoughts were long
gone; the only thing he could think of was Wallace. It had only been a week
now since they had been seperated, but it seemed as if it had been forever.
Demiveemon looked over at him, actually worried about something other
than his stomach for once. Ever since he'd come back from America, it
seemed that Daisuke's mind was somewhere else. Daisuke had acted like this
on occasion before when Hikari had blown him off, but it was never this
extreme.

-It's a motherfucker-
-Being here without you-

"What are you thinking about, Daisuke?" The blue and white digimon
jumped from the floor onto the bed, next to Daisuke.

"Nothing," Daisuke answered in a flat manner, sounding almost depressed.

"C'mon Davis, I'm your partner, you can tell me." It was something that he'd
said before, and he'd probably say it again if Daisuke were keeping
something from him. It always got Daisuke to speak.

"...I'm thinking about Wallace. Thinking about when he told me the story of
what happened with Lopmon while we were in the woods; thinking about
how we fought together. Thinking about everything."

"You miss him, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course," Daisuke responded.

"Like Hikari."

"No! It's different-I, err, it...." Daisuke couldn't reason what he was saying.
It was the same, and he knew it. He blushed.

-Thinking 'bout the good times-
-Thinking 'bout the bad-
-And I won't ever be the same-

Daisuke moped around his house that afternoon, wishing that he were back
in Colorado with Wallace. He wished that he could be in Wallace's arms,
being cuddled. It was hard on the weekends to not think about it. During the
week, thoughts of school and his most recent fight Takeru running through
his mind. When that was all over, though, there was no escaping his wish to
be with Wallace once more.

Daisuke went to his computer, figuring that he could at least send Wallace an
e-mail if he couldn't see him. Daisuke knew that he couldn't spill his feelings
to Wallace even if he did send him an e-mail. Daisuke was confused and
mistrusting of his own feelings; who knows what the American boy would
have made of them? So, Daisuke wrote an e-mail to the effect of 'We should
keep in contact, what have you been up to lately?' and sent it off, praying that
he would get some kind of response.

-It's A Motherfucker-
-Getting through a Sunday-

With Demiveemon raiding the fridge, Daisuke was again alone in his room.
The thoughts of the blonde boy that crossed his mind were beginning to
worry Daisuke. He felt that he shouldn't be so obsessed. Wallace probably
didn't even like him, let alone feel the same back towards Daisuke.

Daisuke found himself entirely unable to shake the image of Wallace from
his mind. He was too memorable, too beautiful to forget. Daisuke felt so
much more for him than he had ever felt for Hikari. Of course, when he was
with Wallace he acted as if she was the most important thing alive, but it was
only to hide his true feelings that were now haunting Daisuke more than ever.

After about an hour, Daisuke checked his E-mail account. No response.

-Talking to the walls, just me again-
-But I won't ever be the same-
-I won't ever be the same-

On the other side of the Pacific, Wallace was pacing about his room. In his
minds raced thoughts of Daisuke. Thoughts that he had expressed to
Terriermon, who admitted to having much the same feelings for Veemon. 'If
Daisuke was as obsessed as he seemed with Hikari, I'm sure I could never
have him,' Wallace thought. 'He'd probably think I was disgusting or
something.'

Terriermon had tried to ease Wallace's fears, telling him that he thought he'd
noticed Daisuke staring at Wallace for extended periods of time, but it didn't
help any. "A guy like Daisuke," Wallace would respond, "could have anyone
he wanted. Why would he want me?"

-It's a motherfucker-
-How much I understand-

Wallace spent that Sunday pondering on Daisuke. How much he'd like to
hold that olive-skinned boy in his arms, stare into those deep brown eyes.
How much he wanted someone to love. 'Daisuke probably hasn't even
thought of me since we parted,' he thought to himself.

With nothing left to do, Wallace decided to get online. By habit he checked
his e-mail account first to see what he'd received "...Look, Terriermon,
Daisuke actually sent me an e-mail. Maybe I can't have him, but at the least
we could be friends." Wallace sighed, thought on Daisuke again, and wrote a
response.

-The feeling that you need someone-
-To take you by the hand-
-And you won't ever be the same-
-You won't ever be the same-