Okay, I personally think this SUCKS. But it's the only thing I've finished lately, so...yeah. Daisuke's pov.
*****
These days I usually run to meet him as his school day ends. I walk beside him, walk him to his door.
He seems thankful.
I try to be his friend. To be there when he needs me. I gave him my phone number, told him that if he needed anything, absolutely anything, he should call.
He's never called.
His hands always shake the slightest bit, like he's cold or just woke up. His lower lip is usually pulled under, just a little bit, like he's ever so slightly biting it. He moves...he moves like a dancer. Each step light and carefully placed. It's funny, as the Kaizer he shook the Digital World, as Ken he's afraid to shake the floor.
He seems so light, too. So small. As if a stiff wind will blow him away.
Lately, I've been having a recurring nightmare about him...
~Ken stands in the storm-tossed sea, water up to his chest, long-fingered hands held out to me on the shore. His hair is whipped by the wind and he reaches out those hands, calling me to him. I want to go out, to join him, but...
"Isn't it dangerous out there, Ken?"
"Come on, Daisuke!"
"Isn't it cold?"
"Daisuke!"
And then a huge wave comes and sweeps over him, and for a second I can still see one pale, long-fingered hand reaching up out of the water, and then it slips down below.
"KEN!"~
And each night I wake up in a cold sweat, and Chibimon nuzzles me and I lie for hours, not wanting to return to sleep, to the dream, but knowing I need to, and I'm usually tired and irritable the next day.
And each day I try to reach out to Ken, try to grab him close so I won't lose him, try to protect him from everything, but nothing I do is enough, and he's still sad and he's still shaking and he's still worrying.
And every night in my dreams he drowns again, I lose him again.
Yesterday I took his hand as we walked. I laced my fingers between his and I lightly held his hand until we got to his house. He was blushing the entire time, but it was a pretty blush. He didn't seem quite so unhappy.
And when we got to his door, he dithered. He didn't want me to leave, not really. He kept me there and we talked about sports and the news and all sorts of small stupid things until his mother called out to him and he said goodbye.
I think if I'm going to save him, I'm going to have to reach out to him as hard as I can. I'm going to have to grab him and hold him, and first I'm going to have to get to him. One need I'm going to need to swim out to him as he calls, before he slips below the waves.
I will hold him tight so he doesn't shatter and we'll always be together.
*****
These days I usually run to meet him as his school day ends. I walk beside him, walk him to his door.
He seems thankful.
I try to be his friend. To be there when he needs me. I gave him my phone number, told him that if he needed anything, absolutely anything, he should call.
He's never called.
His hands always shake the slightest bit, like he's cold or just woke up. His lower lip is usually pulled under, just a little bit, like he's ever so slightly biting it. He moves...he moves like a dancer. Each step light and carefully placed. It's funny, as the Kaizer he shook the Digital World, as Ken he's afraid to shake the floor.
He seems so light, too. So small. As if a stiff wind will blow him away.
Lately, I've been having a recurring nightmare about him...
~Ken stands in the storm-tossed sea, water up to his chest, long-fingered hands held out to me on the shore. His hair is whipped by the wind and he reaches out those hands, calling me to him. I want to go out, to join him, but...
"Isn't it dangerous out there, Ken?"
"Come on, Daisuke!"
"Isn't it cold?"
"Daisuke!"
And then a huge wave comes and sweeps over him, and for a second I can still see one pale, long-fingered hand reaching up out of the water, and then it slips down below.
"KEN!"~
And each night I wake up in a cold sweat, and Chibimon nuzzles me and I lie for hours, not wanting to return to sleep, to the dream, but knowing I need to, and I'm usually tired and irritable the next day.
And each day I try to reach out to Ken, try to grab him close so I won't lose him, try to protect him from everything, but nothing I do is enough, and he's still sad and he's still shaking and he's still worrying.
And every night in my dreams he drowns again, I lose him again.
Yesterday I took his hand as we walked. I laced my fingers between his and I lightly held his hand until we got to his house. He was blushing the entire time, but it was a pretty blush. He didn't seem quite so unhappy.
And when we got to his door, he dithered. He didn't want me to leave, not really. He kept me there and we talked about sports and the news and all sorts of small stupid things until his mother called out to him and he said goodbye.
I think if I'm going to save him, I'm going to have to reach out to him as hard as I can. I'm going to have to grab him and hold him, and first I'm going to have to get to him. One need I'm going to need to swim out to him as he calls, before he slips below the waves.
I will hold him tight so he doesn't shatter and we'll always be together.