Heya! ^^
I've written this a while ago, but I was kinda stuck
with the title... I did want to post it all the same, so now it's
"Untitled Kindergarten ficcie". It was supposed to be fluffy, but I'm
not quite sure it is...
Title: Untitled Kindergarten Ficcie (Yeah, that's the
title... -_-;)
Author: Hi no Tori (E-Mail: Hinotori@gmx.net)
Rating: G
Pairing: Daiken (? not really)
Archive: Animexx (www.animexx.de/),
FanFiction.net (duh), anywhere else as long as you notify me that you put it
up…
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of its
Characters. This is fanfic, which means that the plot of this belongs to me. I
don't make money out of it, and I'm using the Charas without Permission. All of
this is AU, nothing of this ever happened or is going to happen in the original
series.
A/N: I've tried to catch the way Daisuke's pronouncing
the words, it might look a little odd, but this is what I think four-year-old
Dai would sound like. Dai's and Ken's kindergarten and Jun's and Osamu's school
are all in one building. (Kinda like Clamp Gakkuen, y'know?) I don't like Dai's
mother a lot, but I decided it would be fun to write something from her POV...
I hope you'll enjoy!^^
Thanks to Kelly for Beta-ing! ::hugs:: You rock! And
to Kris for suggesting titles (that was great help! Thankies again!)
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I look up from my work to have a short glance at the
clock. 14:00. It's time I go to pick them up, or we'll be late for the picnic.
I promised Toshiko I'd get her kids, too, so I'd better be there on time.
They're probably not used to a mother who's always late. Toshiko's
perfect, just as they are. She can even persuade an all-day elementary school
principal to give four kids half a day of school.
I enter the huge building and decide to get the little
ones first. Turn left, corridor, turn right, longer corridor, count doors... 3,
4, 5... 7. "Kindergarten", the sign above it says in big, colourful
letters. I'm always surprised again by the silence out here. You don't hear a
word before you open the door. I set myself for the noise, then push the door
open.
Silence.
Nothing can be heard. I look at my watch. 14:20. I've
never been here this early! They're probably still outside in the playgrounds.
I walk towards the door that leads to the corridors to the outsides.
"Mooommyyy~y!"
I can't quite suppress a startled gasp as Daisuke
throws himself into my arms, shaking violently with tears. What on earth..?
I sit down on a chair, pulling him onto my lap.
"Shh... It's all right, Mommy's here..." I rock him on my knees as I
try to comfort him. "I'm here, stop crying... Be a good boy... "
"Zey... all of zem... didn't do anyzing...
laughed... stupid... never..." He's to upset to get out a proper sentence.
Now I'm really worried. What did they do to my dear, cheery Dai-Chan?
"Shh... Calm down, it'll be all right... Calm
down... If you don't calm down I wont be able to help you..." He sobs yet
again. "I'm sure we'll be able to fix whatever it is... don't be afraid,
just tell me, I'm sure we'll solve your problem..." I try to put all of my
confidence into those few sentences, and it seems to help. Big brown eyes which
are now red from crying look up to me. I'm going to have a word or two with that
kindergarten teacher of his. How dare she let this poor little fellow
sit in here all by his own and cry his eyes out of his head? Daisuke sniffles
and I automatically start searching my pockets for a handkerchief, but to late.
He's already wiped his nose on his sleeve. I give a little inner sight; that
sweater had been perfectly clean today's morning. Oh well, at least he has
finally stopped crying.
"So... Now do you want to tell me why you were so
upset?" I ask him, ruffling his spiky reddish hair. He nods, settles into
a more comfortable position and starts to talk.
"Miya has been to a wedding of her cousins' at ze
weekend and said it was lotsa fun and she wanted to play wedding, but nobody
knowed -"
" 'Knew'."
"Huh?" He shoots me a look, then understands.
"But nobody knew what a 'wedding' is. Hikari asked Miya and she
said zat to marry - zat's what you do at a wedding ", he adds, obviously
proud to know something like that, "- means you pwomise someone you really
like you'll always stay together and you'll have babies, and you eat gweat food
and wear nice clothes. I don't like nice clothes! Zey always get dirty! But...
I like pudding. Miya said zere are loads of pudding at weddings!" He sighs
at the thought of - probably - chocolate pudding. "Miya asked everyone who
he or she wants to marry, and Takeru said "Hikari", and Tsutomu said
"Miyako" - Miya went all red at zat! - and Mai said..."
As he starts to count all kids in his kindergarten
class down, I nudge him carefully. Although I'm glad he seems to have forgotten
his sorrows, I really need to know why he was so upset! I've never seen
him cry like that before, not even when he fell off his bike into a field of
nettles!
"Didn't you want to tell me something?"
"Yee~es... Mommy?"
"Yes, dear?"
"You won't laugh, will you?"
I smile at this. " 'Course not."
"Pwomise!" He seems very serious,
this must be really bad... Or really funny.
"I promise."
He looks like that answer satisfies him and continues.
"Zen Miya asked me who I want to marry, and Takeru
had already chosen 'Kari, so I had to zink about someone else, and she had said
you marry someone you really like, so... I said I wont to marry Ken - And
everybody laughed!" His eyes start to water again, and his lower lip is
quivering. I nearly laugh with relief, remembering that I've promised not to
just in time.
"Why did zey laugh, mommy?"
So that's it! He's being laughed at by a crowd of
other children, and he hates that, and... JUST A SEC! He doesn't understand why
they laughed!? So this is going to be my job. Great.
I hug him tightly and think at lightning speed to find
something to distract him. "Sooo... Would you like some chocolate
ice cream at home?"
His face lights up immediately - and then he shakes
his head stubbornly. "Why did zey laugh?"
This really must be bothering him, he's never
before said 'No' to anything including the word 'chocolate'! I sigh and lift
him a bit to get his weight better on both of my knees.
"WHY?"
He looks almost exactly like Jun used to when
she wanted to know an answer at his age, and if he's the same like her at this
he wont give up until he gets a satisfying answer. I take a deep breathe and
try to explain. "Daisuke... Ken's a boy."
He shoots me an almost angry look. "I know
zat!"
"Boys marry girls, Dai. Boys can't marry other
boys."
He cocks his head to one side and thinks a little.
Then a broad smile spreads over his face. "I know somezing! Ken can dress
up as a girl... his hair is longer zan mine anyway!"
I sigh again. It's really time his father explains the
facts of life to him... That's the deal, I've told Jun, he tells Dai. Well now
this is going to be very difficult.
"It's not the matter of your hair's length,
Dai-Chan."
He's caught off guard by that. "Is... not?"
"No."
"But I haven't ever seen a boy wiz long
hair!"
Did I say 'difficult' a few sec's ago? Cross that out.
It's going to be impossible.
"Zough... I zink Ken would look pretty wiz
long hair..." An almost dreamy look appears on his face. My gosh... He's
only four and he's really got a crush! I erase that thought. After all, he's a
boy, and so is Ken. And yet... A little voice in a dark, quiet corner of my
mind is whispering: "And that coming from someone who's only obsession
ever was Shônen Ai -Manga?"
I make a little mental note to talk to his father in
the evening and then make the mistake of looking at my watch. 15:20. We've been
sitting here for almost an hour! "Dai-Chan? Would you mind to fetch Ken?
It'd be great help... I could go and pick up Jun and Osamu! You two wait here
for us, OK?"
He jumps off my lap." 'Course I'll do! You help
me put my shoes on?"
He is able to do that by his own, but nobody ever can
resist those puppy dog eyes. I nod, kneel down and tie the laces of his new,
white runners. He hugs me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Zank you,
mommy! I'll go and get Ken!" Says so and runs off.
I look after him, smiling. As I turn towards the door,
I notice I didn't ask him for Ken's reaction to that suggestion of his. Maybe I
will ask him sometime... Later, when he's been told about some certain things
by his father.
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A/N 2: I really don't like the way people tell
children that "everything's gonna be alright", but it kinda fit into
the ficcie, so... ^^;;;
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