Salva Nos Apocrypha
01: An Unexpected Development
by Ajora Fravashi

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Note: This came out of a fic prompt on Tumblr. It in no way reflects the actual endgame of Salva Nos, and there is no pairing/threesome for any of these characters in the main fic itself. Warning for bisexuality and polyandry.


Every morning since Ruki moved operations to Hiroshima, she could be found on the porch overlooking the pond in the historic Shukkei Garden. She'd taken the former Asano family villa as her own, largely as her due for all her hard work for the newborn country, and no one had opposed her. That she wasn't having tea with Renamon was something of a surprise, and Takeru wandered the house until he came across something even more unusual.

Ruki allowed them to cuddle her, and might grudgingly return the favor. As a rule, she did not cuddle them first. Seeing Ken and Ruki alone together wasn't all that unusual, but seeing Ruki use Ken as a pillow as she slept was another thing entirely. And she was noticeably pregnant; that brought Takeru up short. He wasn't sure he was ready to be a father just yet, even if it was just as likely to be Ken's.

Takeru moved silently to the right side of the bed at Ken's behest, because Ken's shoulder never quite healed right and Ruki had always been careful with it and favored his left side. That, and approaching her from behind without warning usually got an elbow in whichever of his body parts was closest. Loving Ruki usually resulted in bruises, but he couldn't say he minded it very much. "So when were either of you going to tell me," he whispered.

"You were off doing who knew what," Ken whispered back, eyes glinting in suppressed amusement. "Things happen when you disappear, you know."

"I was writing. History of the reunification, remember?" Takeru might have made more of an effort to make Ken laugh, but curling up in bed with his lovers sounded like a great idea after driving from his retreat at Lake Biwa. He slipped into bed as carefully as he could and brushed a light kiss over Ken's lips. "I did miss you, though. Both of you."

"Missed you, too." Then Ken kissed him back, and it was so good to have someone to come back to —

Then something thumped on his head the moment he drew back to appreciate what he had, and he looked up to see Ruki glaring at him with a cushion in hand. It was Annoyed Look #3, which generally meant that he was at fault for something, but she didn't really hate him for it. He looked at her in askance.

"This is your fault, you know," she groused, though she made no effort to detach from Ken's side.

Ah, this was going to be delicate territory to navigate. Ken sighed, apparently preparing himself for being in the middle of another argument. "Ruki, love? Are you sure it's not Ken's?"

Then she rolled her eyes at him, as she usually did when he was being dense. "Angel, love, Prettyboy was away being the big fancy Prime Minister during the months I've been trying to fuck you senseless. I see it worked."

'Senseless' might not have been far off the mark. He blinked blankly at her, trying to parse the exact meaning of the words. Takeru had never actually considered fatherhood, not with his family's history. Frankly, he'd never considered being in a relationship for this long, either. Ten years, wasn't it? This probably should have happened sooner. He opened his mouth to respond, blinked and closed it when he didn't know what to respond with, and Ken was trying not to laugh as Ruki gave that satisfied smile she had when she won their battles of wits. He was confused, but there was a warm curl of delight welling inside him, too. Then a grin spread across his face. "Have you chosen a name?"

"Rusaka, or Rui," Ken replied, though Takeru knew that they would be Ruki's choices. Except in very rare events, neither of them was inclined to tell Ruki what to do. Knowing himself and Ken, he knew they would let Ruki run the show for the extent of the pregnancy.

"Rusaka sounds a bit like rusalka," Takeru pointed out, somewhat inanely. 'Red-haired girl' in Slavic, according to some books he read on the road. Water nymphs who, in their nineteenth century incarnations, lured men to their watery deaths. He shared this with them, and she grinned. Naturally. Sirens and other such creatures responsible for the doom of men delighted her.

"Perfect. Rusaka it is." Ruki then draped her arm back across Ken's chest and her eyes fluttered closed.

Takeru decided to risk it, and leaned over Ken to kiss Ruki. Or tried to. Her hand shot up when she felt the bed shift and stopped him in his tracks. "No sugar until you make up for this, Angel."

"Yes, dear," he replied, though he knew she wasn't completely serious. He'd likely have to go find the ice cream maker and put in an order for black sesame before she'd let him touch her again. Ruki would probably use the pregnancy as an excuse to order him around, which he didn't mind at all. Not with what he knew of her past, or the tales suggested by her scars.

Takeru laid on his side, careful of Ken's disabled shoulder, and watched them both drift off. They were important political figures, and all he really did these days was write down his experiences and occasionally go fishing. Ruki would want to go straight back to work after she gave birth, and Ken would likely be busy running the country. Being a father might not be so bad; Shukkei Garden was sufficiently isolated enough to let his mind wander, and the digimon would surely help him with the kid. And, with the country now mostly stable, little Rusaka might even have a chance at a normal childhood.

In the peaceful isolation of Shukkei Garden, with Patamon flitting around with Renamon and Wormmon in the garden and his lovers ensconced with their worries forgotten, Takeru drifted off to sleep.