A/N: I couldn't get the idea for this story out of my
head. I guess this takes some time out
after 02, but other than that I have no idea.
It's to the song Here's To The Night by Eve 6.
Warnings: Sorta Au I guess, angst, and lime.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Here's To The Night by
Eve6
"Blah" speaking
~Blah~ lyrics
To the Night
"Tomorrow we go ahead with the plan."
"Yes."
"Isn't there another way?"
"I wish there was.
Dear God do I wish there was."
~So denied so I lied
Are you the now or never kind
In a day and a day love
I'm gonna be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had
Are you cool with just tonight~
"The sun's going down," the redhead informed his blue-haired
companion.
"It's beautiful," the blunette replied, gazing at the
sunset, one arm around the boy at his side.
"Twelve hours." The
blue-haired boy looked at him, silently asking him to clarify, which the
redhead did. "We have a little less
that twelve hours, and then…." he trailed off.
"And then we die," his companion finished.
"Yes."
~Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well~
"It's not fair. I
want more time. I want more time with
you. We just found each other, and now
this. It's not fair." The redhead turned to his companion, who
embraced him.
"I know Kou, I know."
"It's not fair, Jyou.
It's not fair," Koushiro repeated, burying his face in the crook of
Jyou's neck.
~Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's going to come all too soon~
"There has to be another way," Koushiro said. He turned and moved in the direction of
where his trusty laptop lay. He was
stopped by Jyou's gentle hand on his shoulder.
"You know there isn't.
You came up with the plan, if there was another way we, *you * would
have found it."
"I just want more time.
Is that so much to ask? I just want
more time."
Jyou wordlessly opened his arms and embraced that redhead,
each trying to draw some warmth from the other.
"It's not too much to ask, Kou. And I'm afraid that time is something we don't have. All we have is tonight."
~Put your name on the line
along with place and time
Wanna stay, not to go
I wanna ditch the logical~
"When did it get so hard," Koushiro questioned, turning obsidian
eyes filled with an almost desperate despair to Jyou.
Jyou paused, not quite sure how to answer. He knew that Koushiro needed answers, sought
them in an almost obsessive frenzy sometimes to feed his curiosity, but that
was something Jyou loved about him. And
right now Koushiro needed the comfort, the assurance of being able to
understand this one problem.
"I'm not sure," Jyou said at last, pulling back to look into
his boyfriend's eyes. "I think it was always
hard. Perhaps, we were just too young
to realize that. We always had to make
hard choices. This was just another
choice that had to be made."
"Perhaps," Koushiro said.
"In the beginning it seemed so simple.
It seemed like a game, like a reward to be a Chosen child. Now it's just…"
"Now it's just the Devil's job." Jyou sighed, and brushed some hair off of Koushiro's
forehead. "And we have to do it,
because there's no one else."
"Only us." Koushiro
pulled himself away from Jyou's embrace and moved to the short distance to the
living room, where the comforting sight of Tentomon and Gomammon curled
together on the couch greeted him. "At
least they're able to get some sleep," he mumbled.
~Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well~
"They need their rest," Jyou said, coming up behind Koushiro. He stood next to the redhead, not touching
him, but close enough so his presence could be sensed.
"They've been through so much these past few months, it's a
miracle that they can still even fight," Koushiro agreed. "I still wonder why they don't just give up,
the odds are so high against them, and yet they keep fighting. Why?"
"Because they love us."
It was a simple statement, but held so much truth and love in it, that
it was an epiphany in itself. "And they
will fight as long as we do. They love
us, and we love them. They will never
leave our side, never. And we will
continue to fight because we have to, because if we don't it's like giving up
and letting him win. We have to fight
for both worlds because…"
"It's ingrained in us.
To turn our back on our responsibility as the Chosen would be the same
as to turn our backs on ourselves."
~Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cried
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come to soon~
"They love us, but they can't keep going on," Koushiro
observed, his hand reaching out to rest on Tentomon.
"They only have to keep going until tomorrow, and then they
can rest." Jyou also reached his hand
out and patted Gomammon's head
"Why did he have to come back now? Everything was going so well, and then Piedmon came back." Koushiro spit the name out, disdainful of it
even having touched his tongue.
"Whatever gate that can be closed, can be reopened," Jyou
commented wisely.
"That's what Gennai said, and we didn't listen. We thought we didn't have too, we had saved
this world and the Digiworld, and what did we have to worry about? Certainly not a past enemy that we had
defeated so may years ago." Koushiro's
voice was bitter. "We were fools!"
"Yes we were," Jyou agreed.
"And now we're paying for our foolishness. He's a hundred times stronger, outnumbers us horribly, and we're
too tired to keep fighting. Perhaps the
end will be a welcome rest."
~All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go~
"Tomorrow is the finally battle. Tomorrow we throw everything we have at him. Our Digimon, our energy, our lives. Everything." Koushiro turned and faced Jyou.
"We might be able to pull this off. We might not die. We have
the second Chosen Children to help us.
There's a slim chance that we might be able to come out of this alive."
"There's always a chance," Jyou conceded. He knew how important hope was. "But last time we faced Piedmon we had
Ultimates and two Megas, and even then we almost didn't survive. With six champions, and three Jogressed
Digimon, our chances are slimier."
"But there's still a chance."
"Yes, there's always a chance."
No matter how bad a situation might appear, there was always
a chance, no matter how small or how completely impossible it might be, there
was always a chance, always hope.
~Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well~
After several moments of a pregnant silence Jyou turned away
from the sight of their Digimon.
"We should get some rest too, he said. "We know what tomorrow holds for us."
"We can rest later," Koushiro said. "Right now I need to be with you."
"Koushiro?"
"I love you Jyou, and tonight will probably be the last time
we'll be together. I need you."
And there is was, simple emotion. Sooner or later everything comes down to simple emotions. Now presented with their end of the world,
they needed each other. They loved each
other. They needed this one moment in
time.
"I love you too Kou," Jyou managed to speak.
Koushiro smiled and took him by the hand, leading him back
to the bedroom.
~Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon~
They entered the small bedroom, moonlight filtered in
through they slightly parted curtains, casting a silver glow across the
room. Bathing the two figures in a type
of light.
Long, soft, lingering kisses were exchanged. Fingers dancing underneath cloth, tracing
idle patterns on quickly heating skin.
Soon things became more demanding.
Layers of clothes were shed, carelessly tossed across the room. Worshipping kisses were placed along flushed
flesh. Soft cries of pleasure filled
the air.
The final barrier that kept the two souls separate was gone,
replaced with a sense of belonging and completion. Two bodies moved together, striving for that moment of bliss.
~Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come all too soon~
The moment of paradise was upon the two. They soared to the uppermost reaches of
heaven where they drifted, intertwined with the other. And then they fell back down to earth,
almost like angels.
On the bed the two lovers lay curled against each other
tightly, making it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. They drew strength, and warmth from each other
and their love.
Outside the sun began to slowly rise.
END
