Part 3.

I don't like this one as much as I like the others, but I'm not sure I really liked any of them in the first place. This is for all of you who convinced me to keep writing this. Enjoy!

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The next day, Daisuke faked sick, holding his arm over his forehead until he felt hot, and affecting a hoarse voice.

After everything that had happened to him, he thought he deserved a mental health day.

Chibimon was worried, expecially when Daisuke jumped out of bed as soon as his mother had left the apartment and begun doing long pacing arcs around the living room. After his third time around, Chibimon just jumped up onto Daisuke's shoulder and hung on.

It was easier for the both of them.

However, when Chibimon finally found a spot on Daisuke's left shoulder, he was shocked to find tear-trails dried on Daisuke's cheeks. This had gone far enough.

"Daisuke? What's wrong? You HAVE to tell me!"

Daisuke looked at the ground. "It's nothing. I don't want to talk about it."

"It's NOT nothing, Daisuke." Chibimon nuzzled Daisuke's cheek. "You can tell me."

"Didn't we have this discussion last night?"

"Daisuke..."

"I can deal with it."

"By lying to your mother? By lying to ME?"

"I haven't lied to you..."

"You told me it was nothing. It isn't."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"FINE!" Chibimon jumped down from his spot on Daisuke's shoulder and climbed up to the top of the oven, out of Daisuke's reach. "If you don't want me around, well I don't want you either!"

"Chibimon!"

"Leave me ALONE!"

"FINE!" Damn Ken, Daisuke thought. Why can't I stop thinking about him? His breakthrough of the night before had been basically forgotten (or at least repressed) and he was trying not to think of it. Or to remember his dreams, most of which had involved a certain purple-eyed Digimon Kaizer.

Daisuke collapsed on the couch. Ken's ruining my life, he thought. Even more than before. He's...he's...

Beautiful...

Daisuke sat bolt upright. Where in hell had THAT thought come from? Well, it could crawl back into its hole, because Ken most certainly was NOT. He was an evil fag who had tried to rape me. Goddammit, why should I give even one more second's worth of thought to him?

Because I love him...

Dammit! I don't! I don't! I'm NOT THAT WAY. I love Kari...Ken...KARI...Ken...kari...Ken...Ken...Oh my god...

"I can't stop thinking about it..."

"Thinking about what?" Chibimon had hopped down from his spot on the oven and was looking at Daisuke with worried eyes.

"Chibimon...I..."

"Tell me. Please. I want to know."

"I can't stop thinking about him..."

"Who?"

"Ken...The Digimon Kaizer..."

Chibimon gave a little grin and hopped up next to Daisuke. "Well, of course. He's..."

"Not like that."

"Then like what?"

"Chibimon...do you know what love is?"

Chibimon grinned again. "Of course. Didn't you tell me you loved Kari?"

Daisuke rested his head in his hands. "I don't think I do anymore."

"You love Ken?" Chibimon guessed.

Daisuke nodded.

Chibimon was about to smile again, but he noticed that Daisuke was still unhappy. "Well, he's evil...but that could change...maybe...it's okay..."

"It's not that. Well, it is that, kind of. But it's not, too. Ken's a BOY."

"So are you."

"Exactly. Boys don't love boys. They love girls."

"But you love Ken, so that's not true..."

"No. That means that this is wrong. I can't love him, because we're both boys."

Chibimon cocked his head. "But you love him...how is it wrong?"

"It just IS." Daisuke sighed and looked up. "You won't tell the others, will you?"

Chibimon shook his head so hard that he fell off the couch. "I won't"

"Good. They can't know. I just...just...I'll get through this..."

"Can I ask how you figured this out?"

"Ken kissed me. And I kissed him."

Chibimon climbed back up on the couch. "You kissed him?"

Daisuke nodded.

"Then he knows?"

"I don't know."

"Oh." Chibimon squeezed into Daisuke's arms. "It's okay."

Daisuke hugged back and forced a smile onto his face. "It will be. Soon."

Chibimon didn't ask what he meant, though he had a strange idea he didn't want to know.

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Next time I think we'll check back in with Ken.

Happy something, People!