That Night
Disclaimer- Digimon and all its characters
are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are
others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all
wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no
stealing, kiddies.
Author's
Notes- I have no
idea where this went. Just a short…something. I'll probably edit this later and
re-upload it. I suppose this could be something that happened before the future
scene. Maybe something leading to it…I have no idea. *nervous laugh* I really
need to be working on my other series…^^;; Ah well.
They slept that night,
intertwined within each other's selves. It could have been uncomfortable, but
it wasn't.
"Ken?"
"Hmm?"
The other hesitated, moving a bit, causing the pale
moonlight to reflect off of his darker skin, giving him an almost angelic look
as it illuminated his figure. Or rather, it made him look younger, more
fragile, like a precious sculpture set for one's eyes admire.
"…what are we doing?" The
hesitation was broken, but not without a hint of doubt, as if he feared what he
was saying was wrong, what they were doing, sleeping next to each other, was
wrong.
In many ways, during that humid
spring night, it was. It would always be, to others who thought differently.
But how could something so
right…feel so wrong?
Sleeping with only the comfort
of the one you love's everlasting warmth covering your body, showering it with
various sensations.
What are we doing?, Such a
simple question, yet so hard to answer. Ken stroked a hand lightly through his
lover's hair, enjoying the soft feeling of the small and tiny strands gracing
by his idle fingers. He did this lazily, tired by default from the slow and
tickling humid wind that was lulling them into slumber with its gentle illusion
of rocking back in forth, cradle like in its movement.
"I don't know what you mean,
Daisuke." He whispered back, trying to mimic the same softness of the wind. And
he really didn't know, he didn't know at all what they were doing, what Daisuke
had said. Why question something so perfect, so untouchable?
"…They'll be upset you know. All
of them. I can't help but feel guilty…"
He instantly knew what, or
rather, who, his beloved was talking about. "She still loves me. I know that.
And there were times that I wanted to love her back, but I can't…not when I
have this, I have you…yes, they'll be angry. But we can't change what's there."
Silence.
"You're right. But it won't be
easy. I was raised knowing what was "good" and what was "right". That was how I
operated…" A sigh. Half of frustration, half of longing. Longing to be
"normal", yet stay like how he was forever.
There was a silence, only to be
interrupted by the faint breathings of Ken as he slept.
Daisuke smiled, looking down on
his sleeping lover. Just looking at him dissolved away any objections and
doubts he had. "I guess anyone can change after a while. Especially with
someone like you there to help them." He then closed his eyes, lightly kissing
Ken on his pale and dry lips, pushing his thoughts and fears onto the next day.
Of course, it would still be
there next morning.
They would just have to enjoy
their night as it was now. Because it could be their last.