Summary: Takeru reflects on the world that he lives in, and the world that Daisuke and Ken live in.
Warnings: This is yaoi. Boyxboy. Daiken, to be precise. It's minor, but it's still there. Also very slight Takari.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or anything related to it.
Author's Note: Well, this is new for me. Let me know if you like it, I might do some other stories in Digimon. Okay. So... here's my oneshot.
The World We Live In
Not many people get it. I'm not sure if I do either.
Okay, so here's the deal. I'm Takeru Takaishi. I live here on Earth, in Japan. Now, you see that speck, millions of miles from here? That's Daisuke and Ken's world. Population: 2.
Ken moved to Odaiba shortly after the whole MaloMyotismon incident. His parents decided to move since all of his friends lived in Odaiba, and they wanted to make sure that he was happy so he wouldn't leave again. Since then, Daisuke and Ken have been inseparable.
They get stares from all of the other students at lunch. They just walk in, talking like nobody is around to hear them. They kiss between classes, when they part ways. Everyone stares. Many people whisper, calling them fags and homos behind their backs.
I don't know if they don't hear and see it, or if they just don't care.
I don't understand how they do it. I wouldn't be able to take it if people called me things like that behind my back. The other digidestined don't question it, so I'm not sure why I do. Maybe I'm jealous. Maybe I want to have a relationship like theirs.
I look across the table at Hikari, smiling slightly at the sight of the two walking in, Daisuke grinning like an idiot and Ken smiling at him.
Maybe I don't live in their world. Maybe my world isn't as perfect as theirs.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.