Digimon: Desire
Episode One –Offer
He was 19, finally free from parental control, now in a mid-grade apartment in mid-town. He was partying every night, just like last night, he'd regret it though.
The clock on the end table read 2:37PM in bright green letter, while a loud monstrous noise came from under the covers next to the table. Inside the rest of the room was a messy desk; littered with papers, empty cigarette packs, cigarette butts, ashes, and a very, very full ashtray. The rest of the apartment wasn't much better.
Suddenly the source of the noise rolled over, a few locks of burgundy, red hair emerged into view and the noise grew in acoustics. Then the serene silence of the messy room was interrupter by a loud ringing, an arm emerged with the hair and smacked the poor alarm clock across the room, a few more rings and a pair of brown eyes looked out from the darkness of the covers and soon a cell phone joined the alarm clock. The infernal ringing continued, "DAMNIT!" The 19 year old boy climbed out of bed and attempted to find the source of the ringing. He found it and looked at it with disgust.
He answered it very irritated, "What?!"
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" He immediately regretted what he'd said as he heard the stern voice on the other end.
"I mean, hello sir or madam, Motomiya residence, this is Daisuke speaking." He finished, panting slightly at the force used to push out the words so quickly.
"Better, son, so I was just calling to check up on you, make your hangover throb, you know stuff like that." He started leaving the room, no point he's up now.
"Aww, you're so sweet…" He spoke dryly.
"You're so welcome, oh and how's the job thing going?" He stopped in his tracks and said nothing.
"I thought so," his mother said, annoying him.
"Why do you ask questions to which you already have the answers?"
"Keeps you on your toes don't it?" He mocked the word as she spoke them.
"Anyway, that's why I called more or less."
"I knew it; you don't call without something to say specifically." He smelled a shirt for safety and nearly barfed at the smell.
"Yeah, yeah, well yesterday I got a phone call from a man saying he wanted to offer you a job, good pay and benefits."
"Really," he picked up another shirt, satisfied with the smell and look of it he kept it and went in search of pants and boxers.
"What kind of job did he say it was?" He asked slightly more interested. He left the laundry room with his set of clothes in tow.
"I don't know, he wouldn't tell me, said it was classified or personal or something." Daisuke reached the kitchen, set the clothes down, and moved to open the fridge.
"Well, did he leave a number?" He shut the fridge, annoyed with the lack of anything inside of it.
"Yeah, just give me a second to find it."
"I finally get offered a job and you lose the damn number, thanks mom."
"Very funny Daisuke, ah-ha here it is, are you ready?"
"Uh," he searched for a pen, "…yea, go ahead." He said clicking in the end of the pen.
"Okay, its 422-555-1549 and his name is Michael Ryland."
"Alright, thanks mama, anything else you wanna pick on me about?"
"Not right now, I guess I'll talk to you later baby, I love you."
"You too, mama, bye."
"Bye." Daisuke clicked the phone off and set it on the bar. He started at the piece of paper for a moment thinking.
"Ryland, eh? Probably a bullshit sales job anyway."
He set the slip of paper next to the phone and walked into the living room, throwing the clothes in a laundry basket and putting it on top of the washer. Returning to the living room he leaned down on the floor, extending his arms out for support and his legs soon after then slowly began his work-out.
Five minutes later he stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then continued. After doing a few more routines he had finished. Grabbing what he'd hoped was a clean towel he enter the bathroom and removed his clothes turning the radio on and stepping in the shower. Turning the knobs the water escaped the shower-head. "AHH!" he immediately hugged the wall, "GODDAMNIT ALL, THAT'S COLD!!!" As the water warmed up he leaned back into it and began to shower himself. The warm water drenched his skin; he lost himself in his thoughts. He focused on the song playing lowly in the CD player; it was one of his favorites.
He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off and tossed the towel aside as he searched for a brush. His hair was very short in the back and even shorter in the front. He looked at himself in the steamy mirror, which refused to stay clear no matter how many times he wiped it. After he finished grabbed a towel and opened the bathroom door, he walked into his room, towel around his waist and found the clothes from earlier. He dropped his towel, putting his underclothes on first he put the tank -top on then the button-up on, but left it open.
Walking out of the room he grabbed his keys and wallet from the near-by table. Exiting the apartment he closed the door and locked it behind him. He took the lift down the first garage level and walked to his car. The alarm of the old car chirped and he opened the door.
"Damn, I'm late." He pushed the clutch in and moved out of the garage quickly.
On the other side of town
"He's late...again..." Yolei tapped her foot impatiently.
"He'll be here, baby, don't worry." Ken said, Yolei melted in his eyes, but then quickly regained composure.
"Oh don't baby me, he's been late every single time we've met in the past two months, he always says he overslept, so each time we make it later and later, its 3 o'clock in the fucking afternoon!! You know he's just trying to piss me off!" Yolei ranted.
"Yes, Daisuke is out to piss you off, everyday he wakes up thinking, "how am I going to piss off Yolei," do you really believe that? And you used the f-word again."
"Damn," she pulled a dollar bill out and handed it to Cody, who smiled at the extra income Yolei provided from the bet she made. "Still I know he isn't out to get me, but my God, it is getting ridiculous, no?"
"True, but hey, we all have faults, right?" Yolei sighed, rolled her eyes and finally agreed with Ken, knowing he was right. Ken looked over his friends with a smile, which quickly faded, once he caught glimpse of Kari and Takeru, kissing.
"I really wish you'd tell him, it wouldn't be nearly as bad, rather then finding out from someone else you know." Ken said pretty annoyed.
"You really know how to ruin a mood." Kari pouted.
"I tell him that all the time." Yolei announced playfully.
"Ye- HEY!" The others laughed.
"But seriously, I don't like keeping secrets, especially not to Daisuke, the only reason I haven't told him is because it would be best coming from you, but three months, come on guys."
"I know, I know, I just can't stand to hurt my friends and he's my best friend."
"Mine to and I know it'd hurt more if he found out from either seeing you two out together or hearing it from someone and I think you know that too."
"I wi-" She was interrupted as she heard his car pull up.
"I will, just not today, I want today to be a day of fun...as friends." Daisuke walked in and after spotting them he walked over and sat down.
"So, what's your excuse this time? Overslept, Forgot?" Yolei questioned with a smirk knowing he didn't have one.
"No, I got a phone call that took a little longer than expected."
"From who?"
"My Mom, a guy called there to offer me a job." Daisuke proudly spoke.
"Someone offered you a job?" Yolei asked.
"Yes, is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes." His face went blank.
"Notice there was absolutely no hesitation when she answered, but yes."
"What kind of job?" Takeru asked.
"I don't know, he wouldn't tell her, said it was classified, he could only explain it to me and I still haven't called him yet."
"Classified? Weird, I wonder what it is." Kari said.
"Dunno, but enough about that, I'm hungry and since we're out together, I GET TO DRINK!" Everyone agreed.
After another couple of hours they had finally decided it was probably time to go. Daisuke was the last out, looked up, the sky was dark, it was about to rain. He hurried to his car; he hated driving it in the rain, at the sign of the slightest drop of water it would hydroplane, as most old cars do.
"See ya'll Friday, right?"
"Yeah, just be on time." Yolei yelled getting in Ken's truck with him.
He had just barely made it home before it began to pour down raining. He was thankful for that, too. After he was off the lift and walking towards his apartment, he began to think about the Job he was offered. He unlocked the door and walked in, turning the lights on he decided to wait to make the call until later so that he could clean, it was a mess, so that's what he spent the rest of his afternoon on.
Five hours and 12 trash bags later...
He had just finished, he opened the refrigerator and pulled a bottle of Guinness. Opening it he took a sip, half-way through he saw that little slip of paper. He finished his sip and picked the slip up and set the drink down, trading it for the phone. Daisuke dialed the number. It rang...
"United Nations Office, what's the name or extension?" The operator said.
'United Nations?' "I'm Daisuke Motomiya, I-"
"Mr. Ryland is expecting your call sir, one moment, please."
"Uh, alright." The phone began to ring once again.
"Ah, Mr. Motomiya, I've been waiting for your call."
"Yeah, so what's all this about?"
"I'd like to offer you a job with us."
"In the United Nations?" Daisuke asked.
"Technically yes, technically no. I would need to speak in person about those details, but I can say the pay is extremely good, at least $150k a year increasing the longer you stay and the relocation processes are quite easy."
"I see, but what wou- wait, relocation? Where would I be based at?"
"Depending, it'd require a lot of moving around, but it would most likely be in China and The United States, among others.
"What, but, that's...far."
"Yes, because of your family's already well-known status in Tokyo, Odaiba, and other close districts, you wouldn't have much use that close to home."
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to respectfully…," he thought for a second. "...think about it."
"Well, I can respect that, no matter when, give me a call."
"Alright, will do." Daisuke clicked the phone off and sat down at a stool.
"..."
Three days later
All of the friends were to come to this get together. Even Mimi had come to stay for a few days to come to this one. It was a fine restaurant. Everyone was there; the entire restaurant had been rented out for this night. Three hours had already passed; they were still laughing and carrying on. Finally Ken remembered about Daisuke's job proposal.
"Oh, hey Daisuke!" Ken yelled over the table.
"Yoooooo?" They were all apparently slightly drunk.
"What's up with that job offer you told us about?" Everyone quieted down.
"What job offer?" Tai asked.
"Daisuke was offered a job the other day, but that's all we know." Yolei said.
"He was offered a job?" Matt asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, weird, huh?"
"So?" Ken pressed.
"It was bullshit, I told them no." Ken looked at him; know the look on his face was the one of when he was lying.
"So what was it for?" Kari asked.
"I don't remember something about business director."
"You a business director?!" Everyone busted out laughing; he laughed along with them and rubbed his head with embarrassment. The topic changed as the fun continued.
Soon it came to be time to leave; grabbing his jacket Daisuke stood up as did Tai at the same time, the others followed. Daisuke paid his part and followed the others out. He pulled a box out once he was in the outside night and lit a cigarette he had pulled from the box. He entered his car after saying his good-bye and getting the, it's not too late to quit lecture, from Kari, again.
The next day
Daisuke had woken up earlier than usual and made his own breakfast for once. After eating he put the dishes away and headed to his workout space and began his workout. He worked out until he couldn't go any longer and collapsed. Pulling himself up he quickly made it over to the couch and sat down to rest. He spent most of the doing some stuff around the house. He'd finally gotten bored enough to pick up his keys and go see if there was a good movie tonight.
He started the car and backed out of the parking spot and drove up into the normally dark, but currently bright lit, night as he headed toward the Mall. He pulled in the closest available parking spot and turned the car off and stepped out, setting the alarm as he walked away. He opened the door and let the girls behind him in first, then went inside himself. He checked his watch; the movie he wanted to see didn't start for another twenty minutes. He decided to walk around for awhile; he checked the normal places on his way to the theater.
Finally after picking up a few things he headed toward the theater. He got within twenty feet of the entrance when he saw them and ducked out of the way. 'Whoa, calm down, they're good friends. They're probably just here to see the new action movie...Alone?' He stood up and looked for them, he saw them and froze. Their lips were locked; he dropped what he'd bought. Kari opened her eyes to look at the person she was kissing, something caught her attention, and it was Daisuke. She gasped as she removed herself from the kiss, Takeru was curious and followed her gaze, he saw Daisuke and he saw the hurt on his face, but before the two could react it happened he backed up then he turned and ran.
"DAISUKE WAIT!" Takeru grabbed her.
"Just let him go."
"WHAT? WHY?"
"What would you do?! If you did manage to catch up to the once lead soccer player at our old school, what would you do?! He wouldn't listen to what you said anyway. Just let me take you home and let him sleep on it, he'll be calmer in the morning."
"You're right...I hope."
End