Authors note: This is dedicated to Merlin Pendragon. I wrote ths after reading Walking in the dark. I decided to write my own fic...about my own personal 'davis'. This said more than with any other story realize that flames are very personal with this story.

This is based entirely on my actual experiences. The only things that have been changed are names and a few details that make this fanfiction. This is not AU. This is them living my life. My friends and I just somehow fit their personality.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

Warnings: Angst/shonen-ai( may be graphic-ish later. there will be a seperate warning)

Also sorry about how short it is these are writing itself as I remember it.

P.S. Believe it or not Merlin but both our stories start with fireflies. I kid you not. Mine won't end like yours though.

Fireflies

To say that it began that day would be a lie. More precisely it began the day I met you. The very first time you reached your hand out to me. When I forced my way into you life. When I was an enemy. It started when you called for my friendship. When you asked for me to be more. This all started the day I met you. If I started there though. I would be able to blame you. I could say that you made this all possible. However it was my fault, you never would have asked for a single thing to change. You're just so content with what you have. I was the greedy one. I demanded more. That started when you and I were walking. I was taking you home.

The night air was oppressive. The warm air settled gently. Our feet crunched into the gravel on the path. Ahead of us lay a bridge.

That bridge was the dividing place our worlds, so different converged on that small wooden bridge behind the school. It felt like it divided us from each other, like the wrong and right side of the tracks. Still I could only venture to guess who was from what side.

I remember that I was telling you something. I was excited. My breathe escaping me in tiny bursts of information I spoke to you. You somehow managed to look at me. Almost entranced by my words. I knew that was why we were friends. You enjoyed my stories.

I stopped when we reached the bridge...

Davis felt his friend stop and turned to see what was wrong. Ken looked down and away.

"Hey?" Davis asked cautiously, aware of his friends sudden sadness.

Ken looked up and smiled. "Are you sure your not bored by all of this? I don't think I've ever talked this much before."

Davis smiled broadly, "Did I ever say anything that made it sound like I didn't like it?"

"Well no," A tiny smile appeared on his face. "Well, ummm...I haven't gotten anywhere with the story, yet, It may take all summer."

"That long huh?" Davis smiled. "Must be a good story." He leaned against the bridge and surveyed the area. Suddenly and without warning he shouted out. "Hey! Look fireflies!"

"What?" He leaned over to see what Davis had seen.

There were fireflies everywhere as if they came from the humid air itself. The small creek reflected their lights like and oddly mirrored sky. The water was darker than the velvet sky above but it held many more stars. The beautiful bugs danced among them and both of their eyes widened in awe.

"I haven't seen fireflies like this before." Ken whispered, suddenly afraid to ruin the mood.

"What do you mean?" Davis leaned back still holding the railing and smiled curiously.

"I've never been outside like this, you know to see this many." He confessed. "I've never seen anything like this before."

Davis looked over at his friend in shock. 'This deprived child.' he thought sarcastically. "You really haven't?"

"No." Ken's eyes cast down, his eyelashes brushing his ivory-blue skin. The soft moonlight made his whole being more blue and white, more cast in shadow. That was what it was. A simple trick of the light.

"You need to get out more." He stated smile impishly.

He looked up and smiled his whole face full of happiness, "Now I can, huh?"

"Of course." His smile widened when he saw his friend's reaction. "It's a promise."

They sat for a moment just enjoying the silence, and watching the skies, on below and one above.

"How did that one guy look again?" Davis asked shattering the silence. "The character with the 'c' name."

"Courm" Ken murmured. "Well...He has blonde hair about here" He made a vague gesture and continued. "His eyes are..." He looked up at his friend and trailed off.

Davis had his eyes cast at the sky the pale moon bleached his skin and his eyes shone with starlight. He looked so wistful and pure. His lips parted softly as if to whisper a secret to the heaven alone. His eyes closed for just a moment. Then he brought down his head slowly turning it to meet eyes with ken. Question sparkled in his eyes.

Ken looked away weighted down by his gaze. The boy at his side made a noise of surprise.

Ken looked up to see what was happened.

"I have to go home. I'm late." Davis looked up urgently and began to trudge away.

"Wait!" Ken shouted, suddenly desperate to be with him for even a second longer.

"You should go home, too. You only said you'd walk me here. It's more than halfway."

"No, I'll go with. It's fine. I don't mind."

Davis frowned a bit. "Okay." He said after a moment brightening immediately afterward.

I don't even remember saying goodbye. I only remember rushing away afterward suddenly needing to be as far as I could be from there from you.

When ken reached the bridge he stopped running. He looked at the fireflies for just a moment before falling to his knees. He held the wood as if for support feeling as if his world was spinning. His body shuddered and fell asunder as words ripped though him. 'I love him' Without reason he clutched the bridge. His tears darkened the wood.

He didn't pause to ask why this hurt. It was like when a child innately knew what a monster was. He knew, somehow. His body shook uncontrollably. What he knew he didn't know.

Tremors still coursing though him he stayed there, he stayed until his tears were mixed with dew that settled lightly on his face, part of the blanket of the darkest nights. He stood wiped the tears away and walked to his own home opening the apartment door.

"Hello honey, did you have a good walk?"

"Yes, mother." He said brightly smiling, some of the dew trickled down his face mixed with sweat.