This is my first Digimon fic, so go easy on me. As some of you may know,
Kouchi/Taishirou is my favourite, and since there aren't that many out
there, I decided that I'd just have to write my own and maybe others will
like it and write one as well. So, that pretty much makes this
slash/yaio/shounen-whatever, and if you don't know what that means, you
might not want to go further. Don't like it? Oh well. Also, I don't know
everything there is to know about Digimon, so don't hate me too much if I
mangle good ol' Izzy. Tamers turned me on to it and I've tried to pick up
the previous seasons, with limited success. Anyway, here we go.
Thunder shook the room, vibrating Koushirou slightly on his bed. The room lit up with a lightning flash and then shook again. Koushirou had been in a deep sleep, dreaming rather unpleasant dreams that he was glad to be awoken from.
"Wow. That must have been right overhead." Koushirou crawled to the window and peeked out. He saw torrential rain and nothing else. Koushirou glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost three in the morning. He was thankful that the power hadn't gone out, as it was so apt to do during storms.
Figuring that he'd not get back to sleep anytime soon, and really not wanting to when it came right down to it, Koushirou pulled his computer chair over to the window and after opening the blinds, took a seat. Koushirou pulled a blanket from his bed and wrapped himself in it as he watched the rain beat down on the street and the occasional car drive past.
"That street is how I feel," he told his computer in a very low voice, "empty." he pulled the blanket a little tighter and settled in the chair a bit deeper. The last vestige of his dreams fell from his mind and he relaxed to the sound of the rain beating on the windows. Koushirou's eyes began to become heavy and after about five minutes he began to drift off.
A short while later he was again awoken by the thunder and a face slowly fell out of his mind. A face that he saw nearly everyday and could never get enough of. Then it was gone. Koushirou shivered and pulled his blanket tighter yet. If only…maybe he wouldn't feel so empty, so terribly empty.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts and decided that it would be a good time to get a cup of cocoa. Koushirou migrated into the living room and witnessed the storm from there. During a lightning strike, he looked to the left of him and saw the empty space on the couch. Koushirou rubbed his hand over the spot and wished it filled. The storm continued on, finally abating just before four. The wind blew the clouds over the city and left a relatively clear sky.
A single star comes into view in the sky, its light pulsing in the darkness. "I know this is childish and foolish, but why not?" Koushirou asked the couch and the rest of the furniture. "Starlight, star bright, grant this wish I wish tonight." Koushirou looked at the spot on the couch again and sighed. "Tai…." he whispered.
Ever since they'd really gotten to know each other in their digital adventures, Koushirou had wanted to be around Tai. When they were together, he felt good. When they were apart, he felt empty. As time passed, Koushirou wondered exactly what the feelings meant. He'd finally come to the conclusion that he had feelings for Tai, and also decided that they were completely irrational feelings. Koushirou tried to squelch the feelings, bury them, but they never went away. It was illogical for him to want to be with Tai that way. His logical mind was thrown into a spin whenever they were together.
Eventually, Koushirou had come to accept these feelings, irrational as they were, were a part of him whether he liked it or not. He would live with them, but never say a single thing to anyone, not even Tentomon. These feelings of Koushirou's had made him grow a bit quieter than he used to be, and more reclusive.
No one really seemed to notice, he guessed, putting his change in demeanor to Koushirou's oddness, nothing more. Tentomon had tried to get the root of the problem in the open, but Koushirou had declined to tell his Digimon what the problem was. How could he dare tell the other digi- destined that he was gay? It was simply not possible. Incomprehensible. More importantly, how could he tell Tai? If he took it wrong, as Kou was sure he would, he would be crushed.
Koushirou gathered his blanket around him and headed to the kitchen to wash his mug. He set it in the rack and decided to head back to bed and get a little more sleep before it was time to get up for school. He spared himself one more glance at the star in the sky before he climbed back into bed. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get the courage to speak to Tai about all this. Maybe. Koushirou slipped back into uncomfortable sleep and dreamt about Tai.
Well, this is the first chapter, more of a prologue than anything. I think it kind of stumbled along, but I just couldn't get it right, so I just went with draft number four. It will get better, I promise. Get ready for a bunch of Koushirou-angst and majorly depressive themes.
Thunder shook the room, vibrating Koushirou slightly on his bed. The room lit up with a lightning flash and then shook again. Koushirou had been in a deep sleep, dreaming rather unpleasant dreams that he was glad to be awoken from.
"Wow. That must have been right overhead." Koushirou crawled to the window and peeked out. He saw torrential rain and nothing else. Koushirou glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost three in the morning. He was thankful that the power hadn't gone out, as it was so apt to do during storms.
Figuring that he'd not get back to sleep anytime soon, and really not wanting to when it came right down to it, Koushirou pulled his computer chair over to the window and after opening the blinds, took a seat. Koushirou pulled a blanket from his bed and wrapped himself in it as he watched the rain beat down on the street and the occasional car drive past.
"That street is how I feel," he told his computer in a very low voice, "empty." he pulled the blanket a little tighter and settled in the chair a bit deeper. The last vestige of his dreams fell from his mind and he relaxed to the sound of the rain beating on the windows. Koushirou's eyes began to become heavy and after about five minutes he began to drift off.
A short while later he was again awoken by the thunder and a face slowly fell out of his mind. A face that he saw nearly everyday and could never get enough of. Then it was gone. Koushirou shivered and pulled his blanket tighter yet. If only…maybe he wouldn't feel so empty, so terribly empty.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts and decided that it would be a good time to get a cup of cocoa. Koushirou migrated into the living room and witnessed the storm from there. During a lightning strike, he looked to the left of him and saw the empty space on the couch. Koushirou rubbed his hand over the spot and wished it filled. The storm continued on, finally abating just before four. The wind blew the clouds over the city and left a relatively clear sky.
A single star comes into view in the sky, its light pulsing in the darkness. "I know this is childish and foolish, but why not?" Koushirou asked the couch and the rest of the furniture. "Starlight, star bright, grant this wish I wish tonight." Koushirou looked at the spot on the couch again and sighed. "Tai…." he whispered.
Ever since they'd really gotten to know each other in their digital adventures, Koushirou had wanted to be around Tai. When they were together, he felt good. When they were apart, he felt empty. As time passed, Koushirou wondered exactly what the feelings meant. He'd finally come to the conclusion that he had feelings for Tai, and also decided that they were completely irrational feelings. Koushirou tried to squelch the feelings, bury them, but they never went away. It was illogical for him to want to be with Tai that way. His logical mind was thrown into a spin whenever they were together.
Eventually, Koushirou had come to accept these feelings, irrational as they were, were a part of him whether he liked it or not. He would live with them, but never say a single thing to anyone, not even Tentomon. These feelings of Koushirou's had made him grow a bit quieter than he used to be, and more reclusive.
No one really seemed to notice, he guessed, putting his change in demeanor to Koushirou's oddness, nothing more. Tentomon had tried to get the root of the problem in the open, but Koushirou had declined to tell his Digimon what the problem was. How could he dare tell the other digi- destined that he was gay? It was simply not possible. Incomprehensible. More importantly, how could he tell Tai? If he took it wrong, as Kou was sure he would, he would be crushed.
Koushirou gathered his blanket around him and headed to the kitchen to wash his mug. He set it in the rack and decided to head back to bed and get a little more sleep before it was time to get up for school. He spared himself one more glance at the star in the sky before he climbed back into bed. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get the courage to speak to Tai about all this. Maybe. Koushirou slipped back into uncomfortable sleep and dreamt about Tai.
Well, this is the first chapter, more of a prologue than anything. I think it kind of stumbled along, but I just couldn't get it right, so I just went with draft number four. It will get better, I promise. Get ready for a bunch of Koushirou-angst and majorly depressive themes.