Eight Days a Week Chapter 1: It's a Monday, a digimon fanfic

It's a Monday

Rating: PG, angst
Pairing: Ken/Davis (eventually)

The disclaimer dance: I do not own Digimon, pretend to own Digimon, or think I own Digimon. Digimon and all its characters are copyright of their repsective owners which is not me. I am not making any money off of this fanfic. It for my (and others) sick amusement.

Author's Notes: This is the first short story in a series of eight. One for each day of the week and then an epilogue. The days go Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, Saturday, Tuesday, Thursday, and then then epilogue. Eight days a week. Mostly this focuses in on the interaction between Davis and Jun. If you have any nifty ideas for chapter names, let me know! I like song lyrics the best.

Davis had had a bad day.

For one thing, it was Monday. Which meant an end to the weekend, school, not seeing Ken until Friday, and two tests that Davis had barely studied for. The hours had crawled by as Davis had chewed on his pencil and wracked his brain. Even though he took his time and had double-checked all his answers, Davis was left with a feeling of failure.

The worse had been after school, when the bell had rung and students were clearing out. A group of boys, only three this time, had decided to try and corner Davis on his way home. It had started out as insults, but had quickly turned to physical threats.

Davis had worked hard to keep his secret. At the very least, he was ambiguous enough that most people were never really sure which way he swung. It was a plan that had worked well over the years.

That wasn't good enough for some of the boys at his school. This had lead to a number of fights. Sometimes the boys won, and Davis found himself dragging himself home bloody and bruised to hear his mom scold and his dad lecture. They didn't know, just thought he was prone to getting in trouble. Davis preferred it that way.

More often though, Davis won and it was the other boys that came to school the next day sporting black eyes and broken noses. He'd gotten in loads of trouble, had been labeled a troublemaker by the teachers, but had also gained a reputation as being someone you didn't mess with.

The fight had been in his favor today. The three guys would think again before trying to hassle him. Still, Davis had his share of bruises. A punch here, a well-placed kick there, scratches where one guy had used his freakin' fingernails: all ached as he climbed the stairs to his apartment.

It seemed to take an absurdly long time to get the keys in the lock and the door open. All Davis wanted to do was play some video games, eat dinner, do his homework, and then go to bed. He heard someone moving around in the kitchen and hoped it was Jun. He so did not need a lecture from his mom.

"Hey brat." Davis sighed in relief. It was only his sister.

"Hey yourself." He flopped down on the sofa leaning his head back as far as it would go. The TV wasn't on. Good. That meant he could still claim it for the rest of the afternoon without having to fight Jun for it.

Jun came around the corner and saw Davis going back to the sofa from the TV and the Playstation. "I have the TV."

"No you don't. It wasn't even on," Davis replied as he picked up the controller and flopped down on the floor. Jun was about to argue the point when she saw the bruise that was beginning to form on her brother's cheek.

"Got into a fight again, huh?"

"Yeah." Davis watched the loading screen for his game. "Just some guys. Same old reason."

He hadn't meant to tell Jun that he was gay. It had just come out during one of their arguments. If Davis remembered correctly, he had said something along the lines that he was more likely to get a date with Jun's current obsession than Jun was. His sister had seized upon that statement and had forced a confession out of him by sitting on him until he told her he really was gay. "Don't worry about it. I took care of it."

"I just bet." There was a pause as Jun settled herself beside he brother on the couch. Davis glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but then ignored her when she didn't say anything. "Davis, why didn't you tell Ken you were gay?"

"What?!" Davis stared at his sister in open-mouthed shock. From the direction of the Playstation music signaling the death of his character played on unnoticed.

"Why didn't you tell him? I tell my best friend everything," Jun stated. Davis already had an idea where this conversation was going.

"How do you know I haven't told Ken I was gay?"

"Well, I saw him on Sunday down at the cafe where I work. I was just about to close and he was there, so we started talking. I mention that you were gay and he was totally surprised. So I was wondering why you hadn't told him."

Davis knew he couldn't beat his sister with the Playstation controller; the cord to the controller just wasn't long enough. That didn't stop him from trying. The Playstation jerked forward a good six inches before the cords prevented it from going any further. Jun was already off the sofa and across the room. "You told him? Jun has all that hairspray rotted your brain?"

"Why are you getting mad at me? You're the one who never told him. He's only, like, been your best friend since forever."

"And you just outed me to him. You see how all the other boys treat me." Davis pointed to the bruise that was even now beginning to turn a sickly purple color. "He's got a black belt in Judo. Ken will kick my ass."

"No he won't. This is Ken we're talking about. He's too cute to be violent."

Davis had thought that about other friends. Well, not that they were too cute to be violent but that they were enough of his friends to understand. He'd found that those who had known him longest reacted the worse when they found out.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to my room. You can have the TV." Davis threw the controller down, grabbed his books, and stalked to his room. Jun watched him go and then turned the TV to her favorite show.

"Moron. You didn't even ask what Ken said when he found out."