Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, otay? Saban, Fox Kids, and Toei animation do, not me. So don't sue. On the other hand, I own this story because I wrote it. And plagiarizing isn't nice, so hands off. ^_~
A/N: This is the first fanfiction I've ever submitted! R & R, por favor, but be nice. ^_^ This is a warning: THIS STORY IS SHOUNEN-AI!!! YAOI! TWO GUYS! IN LOVE! If you don't like it, don't read it. However, it's pretty mild...*very* mild, as a matter of fact. They don't even kiss or anything. I may write a sequel where they do, but they don't in this one. So that's it!!! Have fun!!!
Sleepover
By Akira Ichijouji
"Hey, do you wanna...I mean, if you're not doing anything...Do you wanna spend the night? At my house? Tomorrow?" Davis fidgeted nervously as he heard complete silence from the other end of the line.
"You...you want to be friends with me." Ken said, quietly, nervously. "Why?" He sounded unsure.
"Because I like you. And I don't think you're bad, even though the others do...I just know..." Davis grimaced. What would Ken think of him now?
"Mm...Yes, I'll spend the night..." Davis' eyes lit up at those five words. He laughed.
"OK, great!" he almost shouted. "See you tomorrow!"
"See you later." Ken hung up the phone.
"Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" Davis started dancing around the room.
"What are you doing, squirt?" Jun was leaning on the doorframe.
"None of your business. This is my room! Now leave!"
"Fine! You don't have to get all touchy. I'm leaving! I'm leaving!"
*****
"You what?!?" Yolei almost fell out of her chair. "You invited him over?!?!? What were you thinking?!"
Davis pouted. "Hey, just because you don't like him doesn't mean I don't."
"But...but...but...He was the Digimon Emperor! He killed all sorts of innocent digimon! He tried to kill us! He tried to kill you, for crying out loud!"
"But he's changed! I can just feel it! He's not like he used to be!"
"But he could just be playing a trick on you! He might not be as good as he says he is! I can't believe you would fall for that!"
"Yolei...just leave me alone, ok?" Davis looked really hurt.
"I'm sorry, Dai...I didn't mean to say that..." Yolei smacked herself on the head as Davis left the room. "Why am I doing this?" Yolei thought, "This is the second time I've hurt someone's feelings today!"
"Hey, Yolei...hey, what's wrong?" T.K. came into the computer room, holding Patamon.
"Oh, it's Davis...I just hurt his feelings..." Yolei made a frustrated sound. "He invited Ken to spend the night at his house."
"Really?" T.K. scratched his head. "I didn't know they were so chummy."
"Apparently they are...Do you think it's OK?"
"Sure, I, ah..."
"I think everyone should get a second chance," Patamon said quietly.
"Hmph," Yolei said, crossing her arms angrily.
"Well, if that's how you're going to be..." T.K. started to leave the room.
"Hey, T.K.? Ah, if you see Kari around...? Tell her I didn't mean to say that about her hair...I was just mad, OK?"
T.K. laughed. "You're on a winning streak today, huh?"
"Oh, shut up." T.K. left the room, chuckling.
*****
"Ding dong..."
The doorbell rang at the Motomiya residence.
"I'll get it!!!" Davis yelled from across the house, running full speed toward the door, then slipping on the small rug in the front hall. He went crashing into the door.
"Oh, hi, Ken!" Davis said as he opened the door, rubbing his head. "Ow..."
"Are you OK?" Ken said, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Come in!" Davis opened the door wider. Ken walked in, carefully, politely.
"Where should I put this?" he asked, lifting his duffel bag a little bit.
"Oh, c'mon, let's go to my room," Davis said, leading the way down the hall. As soon as the entered the room and Davis closed the door, Ken opened the bag, letting a slightly disheveled Minomon out. Demiveemon peeked his head out from under Davis' bedspread, bouncing over happily. As the two digimon played, Ken looked at Davis.
"Why did you invite me over?" His eyes were wary, confused, unsure.
"Because I like you! What you did is in the past. I know you aren't trying to trick us! You're not evil anymore!"
"I wish I was so sure of that."
"C'mon, Ken, I know you've changed. I..." Davis stopped, running his hand through his hair. "Hey, ah, do you wanna play a game or something?"
"OK...sure." The slightest hint of a smile came over Ken's face.
*****
It was very late into the night, and Ken was actually having fun. He had beat Davis at video games four times, and even though Davis was a little put out, he was glad Ken was enjoying himself.
"I'm so tired I could fall asleep right here," Davis said, yawning. Ken smiled, glancing at their digimon. Minomon was lying on his back, Demiveemon draped over him, snoring. Davis lightly stroked Demiveemon's head, smiling tenderly. When he realized Ken was looking at him, he dropped his hand, embarrassed.
"I guess we could go to sleep," Ken suggested, resting his head in his hands.
"Yeah, it is 2:30 in the morning..." Ken and Davis smiled at each other. "OK, I'm getting ready for bed. You can have the bathroom first, if you want..."
"OK," Ken said as he grabbed his duffel bag and headed down the hall. He quietly opened the bathroom door, turning on the light and shutting the door. He opened his bag, getting out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He squeezed some toothpaste onto the toothbrush, then wet it under the faucet. He was about to start brushing when he caught a look of himself in the mirror over the sink. He stared at his reflection, narrowing his eyes and frowning. Why did Davis want to be his friend? It's not like they had much in common. Sure, they both played soccer and were Digidestined, but that was it. And why did he want Ken to join the Digidestined, anyway? He had done some terrible things, and he knew the rest of the Digidestined would never really accept him. He saw the way Cody and Yolei looked at him - pure hate would fly out of their innocent eyes. They hated him. No matter how much Davis assured him that he would be welcomed into the group, Ken knew he was bluffing. Davis knew as well as he did how much they all hated him. And even though he tried to tell himself he didn't care, he did. It stung like so many wasp stings that they didn't want him around. As he stared at himself in the mirror, tears welled up in his beautiful grey-blue eyes. He blinked, trying to deny the loneliness, but it didn't help. Two tears made their salty tracks down his face. "Stop it, Ichijouji," he told himself. "Crying never got you anywhere." He wiped his eyes with a sleeve, and started brushing.
When Ken went into the bathroom, Davis started changing for bed. He pulled on a blue tee-shirt and green warm-up pants, taking off Tai's goggles and placed them carefully on his bed-side table. Ken still wasn't out of the bathroom. Davis sighed, laying down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, letting his arms flop over the sides. He tried to think about other things - the movie he just saw the other day, soccer, Kari - but it didn't help. His thoughts kept turning back to Ken. There was something about him - his quiet demeanor, his shy but kind voice, the way he moved - Davis smiled tenderly as he thought about his new friend. He would be happy if he could just stare into those eyes all day.
"Stop! Davis, what are you thinking?" Davis whispered to himself. "You like Kari, remember? You like Kari..." But it didn't help. All he could think about was Ken.
The bathroom door opened, spilling light down the hall. Davis got up, poking his head around the doorframe, watching Ken come down the hall.
"The bathroom's free," Ken said, smiling ever-so-slightly. Davis gave him a thumb's up and went in, closing the door.
*****
Ken and Davis sat up for hours, talking. Not about anything specific, just anything that came to mind. After a while, they both got so tired that they couldn't stay awake any longer, so they stretched out their sleeping bags on the floor. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, Ken was asleep.
"I know you're there," whispered a voice from down the hall. Ken opened his eyes.
"Come, on, Ken, don't disappoint me..." the voice whispered seductively. Ken was wide awake. He stared in terror at the open door, trying to see the origin of the voice but not wanting to.
"Don't be afraid, Ken. I know what you want." Ken sat up, fear pumping through him with his blood. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. He leaned against the bed, scrunched up, trying to reason with himself.
"I know what you want," the voice came again. Ken stood up, slowly, walking cautiously toward the door, building up confidence. He walked out into the hall. Nothing. He started to turn back.
"Come, Ken, I know you know me..."
Ken whirled around. There was still no one in the hall. He walked into the living room, slowly, carefully, looking around him. When he got to the couch, he heard the voice behind him.
"That's it, Ken, good! I knew you wouldn't desert me!"
Ken spun around, breathing hard. Terror filled him. There was no one there.
An icy hand stroked his hair, coming to rest on his neck. He gasped, stiffening. He turned his head, eyes wide with horror. He came face to face with the strange woman. She tightened her grip on him, pulling him into her arms, slowly taking off her glasses...
Ken sat up in his sleeping bag with a start, covered in a cold sweat. He gasped for breath, hot tears rolling down his face. He struggled to keep them in, but they kept coming. He had had the dream again. After a few minutes, his tears subsided, and he lay back down. But he couldn't go back to sleep now. He knew he would just have the dream again.
Davis turned over, facing Ken. He was sound asleep, his hair tousled, his mouth open slightly. He was lying on his stomach, his head nestled in his arms. Ken looked at him, memorizing every detail of his face. Ken smiled, his eyes filling again. He reached out to smooth Davis' hair, but hesitated, afraid to wake the sleeping beauty. He inched closer, feeling safe with this other boy by his side. He arranged his pillow so he would have the perfect vantage point for looking at Davis. Davis looked so innocent, so sweet, and Ken felt his insides melt. He sighed, eyes drooping, at peace.
*****
"Well, I guess I'd better go now," Ken said after breakfast. "My parents will be wondering where I am."
"Do you really have to leave so soon?" Davis pouted. "But we were having so much fun!"
"Yeah, I know...Do you want to come over to my house next weekend?" Ken looked up querulously from where he was packing his duffel bag.
"Yes!!! I mean, sure, if that's ok with you..."
"Yeah, of course it is. I'll call you later, then?"
"Yeah, great!" Davis' face lit up. Ken walked toward the door, opening it.
"Bye, Davis."
"Bye, Ken, see you later!" Ken started to walk out, then turned back, holding out his hand. Davis took it, and they shook. Neither of them were prepared for the feelings awakened by that touch. After a few moments, their eyes met, brown to blue.
Ken broke the spell. He pulled away, walking out the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, he began to run.
A/N: This is the first fanfiction I've ever submitted! R & R, por favor, but be nice. ^_^ This is a warning: THIS STORY IS SHOUNEN-AI!!! YAOI! TWO GUYS! IN LOVE! If you don't like it, don't read it. However, it's pretty mild...*very* mild, as a matter of fact. They don't even kiss or anything. I may write a sequel where they do, but they don't in this one. So that's it!!! Have fun!!!
Sleepover
By Akira Ichijouji
"Hey, do you wanna...I mean, if you're not doing anything...Do you wanna spend the night? At my house? Tomorrow?" Davis fidgeted nervously as he heard complete silence from the other end of the line.
"You...you want to be friends with me." Ken said, quietly, nervously. "Why?" He sounded unsure.
"Because I like you. And I don't think you're bad, even though the others do...I just know..." Davis grimaced. What would Ken think of him now?
"Mm...Yes, I'll spend the night..." Davis' eyes lit up at those five words. He laughed.
"OK, great!" he almost shouted. "See you tomorrow!"
"See you later." Ken hung up the phone.
"Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" Davis started dancing around the room.
"What are you doing, squirt?" Jun was leaning on the doorframe.
"None of your business. This is my room! Now leave!"
"Fine! You don't have to get all touchy. I'm leaving! I'm leaving!"
*****
"You what?!?" Yolei almost fell out of her chair. "You invited him over?!?!? What were you thinking?!"
Davis pouted. "Hey, just because you don't like him doesn't mean I don't."
"But...but...but...He was the Digimon Emperor! He killed all sorts of innocent digimon! He tried to kill us! He tried to kill you, for crying out loud!"
"But he's changed! I can just feel it! He's not like he used to be!"
"But he could just be playing a trick on you! He might not be as good as he says he is! I can't believe you would fall for that!"
"Yolei...just leave me alone, ok?" Davis looked really hurt.
"I'm sorry, Dai...I didn't mean to say that..." Yolei smacked herself on the head as Davis left the room. "Why am I doing this?" Yolei thought, "This is the second time I've hurt someone's feelings today!"
"Hey, Yolei...hey, what's wrong?" T.K. came into the computer room, holding Patamon.
"Oh, it's Davis...I just hurt his feelings..." Yolei made a frustrated sound. "He invited Ken to spend the night at his house."
"Really?" T.K. scratched his head. "I didn't know they were so chummy."
"Apparently they are...Do you think it's OK?"
"Sure, I, ah..."
"I think everyone should get a second chance," Patamon said quietly.
"Hmph," Yolei said, crossing her arms angrily.
"Well, if that's how you're going to be..." T.K. started to leave the room.
"Hey, T.K.? Ah, if you see Kari around...? Tell her I didn't mean to say that about her hair...I was just mad, OK?"
T.K. laughed. "You're on a winning streak today, huh?"
"Oh, shut up." T.K. left the room, chuckling.
*****
"Ding dong..."
The doorbell rang at the Motomiya residence.
"I'll get it!!!" Davis yelled from across the house, running full speed toward the door, then slipping on the small rug in the front hall. He went crashing into the door.
"Oh, hi, Ken!" Davis said as he opened the door, rubbing his head. "Ow..."
"Are you OK?" Ken said, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Come in!" Davis opened the door wider. Ken walked in, carefully, politely.
"Where should I put this?" he asked, lifting his duffel bag a little bit.
"Oh, c'mon, let's go to my room," Davis said, leading the way down the hall. As soon as the entered the room and Davis closed the door, Ken opened the bag, letting a slightly disheveled Minomon out. Demiveemon peeked his head out from under Davis' bedspread, bouncing over happily. As the two digimon played, Ken looked at Davis.
"Why did you invite me over?" His eyes were wary, confused, unsure.
"Because I like you! What you did is in the past. I know you aren't trying to trick us! You're not evil anymore!"
"I wish I was so sure of that."
"C'mon, Ken, I know you've changed. I..." Davis stopped, running his hand through his hair. "Hey, ah, do you wanna play a game or something?"
"OK...sure." The slightest hint of a smile came over Ken's face.
*****
It was very late into the night, and Ken was actually having fun. He had beat Davis at video games four times, and even though Davis was a little put out, he was glad Ken was enjoying himself.
"I'm so tired I could fall asleep right here," Davis said, yawning. Ken smiled, glancing at their digimon. Minomon was lying on his back, Demiveemon draped over him, snoring. Davis lightly stroked Demiveemon's head, smiling tenderly. When he realized Ken was looking at him, he dropped his hand, embarrassed.
"I guess we could go to sleep," Ken suggested, resting his head in his hands.
"Yeah, it is 2:30 in the morning..." Ken and Davis smiled at each other. "OK, I'm getting ready for bed. You can have the bathroom first, if you want..."
"OK," Ken said as he grabbed his duffel bag and headed down the hall. He quietly opened the bathroom door, turning on the light and shutting the door. He opened his bag, getting out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He squeezed some toothpaste onto the toothbrush, then wet it under the faucet. He was about to start brushing when he caught a look of himself in the mirror over the sink. He stared at his reflection, narrowing his eyes and frowning. Why did Davis want to be his friend? It's not like they had much in common. Sure, they both played soccer and were Digidestined, but that was it. And why did he want Ken to join the Digidestined, anyway? He had done some terrible things, and he knew the rest of the Digidestined would never really accept him. He saw the way Cody and Yolei looked at him - pure hate would fly out of their innocent eyes. They hated him. No matter how much Davis assured him that he would be welcomed into the group, Ken knew he was bluffing. Davis knew as well as he did how much they all hated him. And even though he tried to tell himself he didn't care, he did. It stung like so many wasp stings that they didn't want him around. As he stared at himself in the mirror, tears welled up in his beautiful grey-blue eyes. He blinked, trying to deny the loneliness, but it didn't help. Two tears made their salty tracks down his face. "Stop it, Ichijouji," he told himself. "Crying never got you anywhere." He wiped his eyes with a sleeve, and started brushing.
When Ken went into the bathroom, Davis started changing for bed. He pulled on a blue tee-shirt and green warm-up pants, taking off Tai's goggles and placed them carefully on his bed-side table. Ken still wasn't out of the bathroom. Davis sighed, laying down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, letting his arms flop over the sides. He tried to think about other things - the movie he just saw the other day, soccer, Kari - but it didn't help. His thoughts kept turning back to Ken. There was something about him - his quiet demeanor, his shy but kind voice, the way he moved - Davis smiled tenderly as he thought about his new friend. He would be happy if he could just stare into those eyes all day.
"Stop! Davis, what are you thinking?" Davis whispered to himself. "You like Kari, remember? You like Kari..." But it didn't help. All he could think about was Ken.
The bathroom door opened, spilling light down the hall. Davis got up, poking his head around the doorframe, watching Ken come down the hall.
"The bathroom's free," Ken said, smiling ever-so-slightly. Davis gave him a thumb's up and went in, closing the door.
*****
Ken and Davis sat up for hours, talking. Not about anything specific, just anything that came to mind. After a while, they both got so tired that they couldn't stay awake any longer, so they stretched out their sleeping bags on the floor. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, Ken was asleep.
"I know you're there," whispered a voice from down the hall. Ken opened his eyes.
"Come, on, Ken, don't disappoint me..." the voice whispered seductively. Ken was wide awake. He stared in terror at the open door, trying to see the origin of the voice but not wanting to.
"Don't be afraid, Ken. I know what you want." Ken sat up, fear pumping through him with his blood. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. He leaned against the bed, scrunched up, trying to reason with himself.
"I know what you want," the voice came again. Ken stood up, slowly, walking cautiously toward the door, building up confidence. He walked out into the hall. Nothing. He started to turn back.
"Come, Ken, I know you know me..."
Ken whirled around. There was still no one in the hall. He walked into the living room, slowly, carefully, looking around him. When he got to the couch, he heard the voice behind him.
"That's it, Ken, good! I knew you wouldn't desert me!"
Ken spun around, breathing hard. Terror filled him. There was no one there.
An icy hand stroked his hair, coming to rest on his neck. He gasped, stiffening. He turned his head, eyes wide with horror. He came face to face with the strange woman. She tightened her grip on him, pulling him into her arms, slowly taking off her glasses...
Ken sat up in his sleeping bag with a start, covered in a cold sweat. He gasped for breath, hot tears rolling down his face. He struggled to keep them in, but they kept coming. He had had the dream again. After a few minutes, his tears subsided, and he lay back down. But he couldn't go back to sleep now. He knew he would just have the dream again.
Davis turned over, facing Ken. He was sound asleep, his hair tousled, his mouth open slightly. He was lying on his stomach, his head nestled in his arms. Ken looked at him, memorizing every detail of his face. Ken smiled, his eyes filling again. He reached out to smooth Davis' hair, but hesitated, afraid to wake the sleeping beauty. He inched closer, feeling safe with this other boy by his side. He arranged his pillow so he would have the perfect vantage point for looking at Davis. Davis looked so innocent, so sweet, and Ken felt his insides melt. He sighed, eyes drooping, at peace.
*****
"Well, I guess I'd better go now," Ken said after breakfast. "My parents will be wondering where I am."
"Do you really have to leave so soon?" Davis pouted. "But we were having so much fun!"
"Yeah, I know...Do you want to come over to my house next weekend?" Ken looked up querulously from where he was packing his duffel bag.
"Yes!!! I mean, sure, if that's ok with you..."
"Yeah, of course it is. I'll call you later, then?"
"Yeah, great!" Davis' face lit up. Ken walked toward the door, opening it.
"Bye, Davis."
"Bye, Ken, see you later!" Ken started to walk out, then turned back, holding out his hand. Davis took it, and they shook. Neither of them were prepared for the feelings awakened by that touch. After a few moments, their eyes met, brown to blue.
Ken broke the spell. He pulled away, walking out the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, he began to run.