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This idea of dancing is a bit obsessive with me so I couldn't get it out of my head.
Chapter one.
Daisuke, his name was Daisuke, and he was sixteen...
And alone.
He wandered aimlessly through the park. Passers-by sent him puzzled suspicious looks probably wondering what a scruffy schoolboy was coming here for. Mothers protectively held on to their babies and viciously followed him with their glances until he disappeared in one of the shaded alleys. They must have thought he was a underage delinquent who shirked school.
Daisuke smiled wryly. He liked school - it was the only place to have a peaceful well-deserved sleep, why should he hate school?
And after his lessons were over he could come to the Park.
That's right, the Park with a capital letter, his only place for comfort, his only friend.
Daisuke had found out, that after saving the world it was pretty little you could do to keep yourself interested and occupied. He was neither. With the gate to the Digital Realm sealed, the power of their Digimentals began to fade away and the reality gnawed on them. They grew up and the Digital World remained behind, a fascinating toy in the hands of kids. It was the thing about growing up - to give up playing games. He could understand why the original Digidestined lost interest in the Digital World in the course of time; he and the other new Chosen did as well. And to the subject of 'they'... Daisuke remembered all of his friends dimly, which was strange for he used to socialise with them at school and even now wouldn't pass them without a greeting. Hikari came first, his crush, his wonder girl - she dated a lot of guys now and he sometimes glimpsed her walking through the Park. Takeru - his rival, now a friendly class companion engrossed in the sphere Daisuke couldn't make head or tail of - literature. Miyako - the hyperactive girl with inclination to drool over guys, now a reporter of school paper. Iori - a developing thinker and a good sportsman, nothing much happened since, he became a president of the class and won several prizes in Kendo competitions. As to the older Digidestined, Daisuke didn't have a clue.
He had had friends, now he didn't. Unless he could call a bunch of school mates friends.
If only he had Ken...
Ken was among things he missed. Why did they drift apart, cut on phone calls first, then stopped seeing each other, and finally when Daisuke remembered he had a friend and called only to discover that Ken had moved away.
Ken sometimes appeared on TV to acknowledge another broken record and have everyone wonder at his genius, and if Daisuke wished he could make contact with him. Why didn't he?
Daisuke kept his photos in frames on his desk at home. It stimulated him to spend longer hours doing his homework, with Ken giving him inspiration. But it was a lie eventually. Daisuke's wandering gaze often lingered on Ken's twelve-year-old face with a hint of a smile and deep violet eyes. He liked to question himself why he was so blind to his beauty. It was almost last thing he could imagine pondering over to keep himself in some kind of contact with his lost friend. And besides, Daisuke wasn't so straight he thought he was. It seemed strange that he had failed to see his gorgeous moves when he was still the closest person to him, and how the memory got back at him for that. He looked for the similar grace in others but...
But nothing.
'She walks in beauty...'
Takeru had read this in the English class and for a change Daisuke was awake.
Daisuke's feet guided him into the deserted part of the Park. It was dangerous but he defied danger. He knew there might be criminal elements lurking in the abandoned terrace but at least it was quiet here. He was in a particular mood to not be disturbed from his mulling. That is why when he heard abusive sounding music from the terrace he frowned and turned back.
Curiosity held him back.
Music? From the abandoned old terrace?
If Daisuke was a little cleverer he'd stop and think. He wasn't. He followed the sound of the song creeping along the line of the bushes and he raised his head over the thick growth of the vegetation and peered inside through bars.
A boy danced.
Although Daisuke didn't know English he knew the singer and wondered at the obscenity found in the music. 'My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time can make you dry your eyes. See what you're seeing is a genius at work, which to me isn't work, so it's hard to misinterpret it at first...' Eminem.
But the boy, he danced.
In a hard rhythm lithe but muscular hands flew like butterfly's wings and the body writhed, feet stepping, hips curving, waist bending, shoulders shuddering. His hair flew in his face, in long dark arcs; his eyes were shut in concentration and shadowed by a delicate frown of his eyebrows, his lips parting in a silent repetition of the lyrics. His shirt was unbuttoned to the end therefore flowing around his body in torrents of white silk and caressing his slightly sweaty skin. His legs were clad in tight trousers that were far from being anything that the school would provide.
Daisuke held his breath.
Ken.
This idea of dancing is a bit obsessive with me so I couldn't get it out of my head.
Chapter one.
Daisuke, his name was Daisuke, and he was sixteen...
And alone.
He wandered aimlessly through the park. Passers-by sent him puzzled suspicious looks probably wondering what a scruffy schoolboy was coming here for. Mothers protectively held on to their babies and viciously followed him with their glances until he disappeared in one of the shaded alleys. They must have thought he was a underage delinquent who shirked school.
Daisuke smiled wryly. He liked school - it was the only place to have a peaceful well-deserved sleep, why should he hate school?
And after his lessons were over he could come to the Park.
That's right, the Park with a capital letter, his only place for comfort, his only friend.
Daisuke had found out, that after saving the world it was pretty little you could do to keep yourself interested and occupied. He was neither. With the gate to the Digital Realm sealed, the power of their Digimentals began to fade away and the reality gnawed on them. They grew up and the Digital World remained behind, a fascinating toy in the hands of kids. It was the thing about growing up - to give up playing games. He could understand why the original Digidestined lost interest in the Digital World in the course of time; he and the other new Chosen did as well. And to the subject of 'they'... Daisuke remembered all of his friends dimly, which was strange for he used to socialise with them at school and even now wouldn't pass them without a greeting. Hikari came first, his crush, his wonder girl - she dated a lot of guys now and he sometimes glimpsed her walking through the Park. Takeru - his rival, now a friendly class companion engrossed in the sphere Daisuke couldn't make head or tail of - literature. Miyako - the hyperactive girl with inclination to drool over guys, now a reporter of school paper. Iori - a developing thinker and a good sportsman, nothing much happened since, he became a president of the class and won several prizes in Kendo competitions. As to the older Digidestined, Daisuke didn't have a clue.
He had had friends, now he didn't. Unless he could call a bunch of school mates friends.
If only he had Ken...
Ken was among things he missed. Why did they drift apart, cut on phone calls first, then stopped seeing each other, and finally when Daisuke remembered he had a friend and called only to discover that Ken had moved away.
Ken sometimes appeared on TV to acknowledge another broken record and have everyone wonder at his genius, and if Daisuke wished he could make contact with him. Why didn't he?
Daisuke kept his photos in frames on his desk at home. It stimulated him to spend longer hours doing his homework, with Ken giving him inspiration. But it was a lie eventually. Daisuke's wandering gaze often lingered on Ken's twelve-year-old face with a hint of a smile and deep violet eyes. He liked to question himself why he was so blind to his beauty. It was almost last thing he could imagine pondering over to keep himself in some kind of contact with his lost friend. And besides, Daisuke wasn't so straight he thought he was. It seemed strange that he had failed to see his gorgeous moves when he was still the closest person to him, and how the memory got back at him for that. He looked for the similar grace in others but...
But nothing.
'She walks in beauty...'
Takeru had read this in the English class and for a change Daisuke was awake.
Daisuke's feet guided him into the deserted part of the Park. It was dangerous but he defied danger. He knew there might be criminal elements lurking in the abandoned terrace but at least it was quiet here. He was in a particular mood to not be disturbed from his mulling. That is why when he heard abusive sounding music from the terrace he frowned and turned back.
Curiosity held him back.
Music? From the abandoned old terrace?
If Daisuke was a little cleverer he'd stop and think. He wasn't. He followed the sound of the song creeping along the line of the bushes and he raised his head over the thick growth of the vegetation and peered inside through bars.
A boy danced.
Although Daisuke didn't know English he knew the singer and wondered at the obscenity found in the music. 'My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time can make you dry your eyes. See what you're seeing is a genius at work, which to me isn't work, so it's hard to misinterpret it at first...' Eminem.
But the boy, he danced.
In a hard rhythm lithe but muscular hands flew like butterfly's wings and the body writhed, feet stepping, hips curving, waist bending, shoulders shuddering. His hair flew in his face, in long dark arcs; his eyes were shut in concentration and shadowed by a delicate frown of his eyebrows, his lips parting in a silent repetition of the lyrics. His shirt was unbuttoned to the end therefore flowing around his body in torrents of white silk and caressing his slightly sweaty skin. His legs were clad in tight trousers that were far from being anything that the school would provide.
Daisuke held his breath.
Ken.