Title: Untitled
Universe: Digimon Frontier
Rating: PG-15
Character/Pairing/s: Kokuya
Word Count: 1349
Summary: As if Takuya needed a reason to run after Kōji, wherever the other boy went. Wasn't their bond as a group enough? Why did Junpei have to ask such stupid questions! Set as if they were mid-teens (ep31).
Disclaimer: If Digimon were mine, I would have already funded research into the possibility of there actually being a Digital World. As such, I do not own Digimon nor any of the characters therein.
"Duskmon... Just what is he?" Kōji muttered as Velgemon flew away, roaring as he went.
"OOOOIIIII!" was the yell that interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to face his companions, not expecting the massive tackle-hug that he was nearly knocked down by.
Takuya was obviously not aiming to squeeze the life out of him, but he was doing a good job of cutting through his own gloves and Kōji's layers of clothing to leave gouges on the backs of his shoulders.
Junpei, who had been about to call something too shut his mouth quickly as his eyebrows raised. He wasn't the best at such things, but that had been a pretty desperate hug.
He opened his mouth again in order to tease the two of them but Izumi slapped a hand over his mouth and shook her head. His eyes widened as he realised what that gesture meant about the two people in front of him.
Takuya finally took a step back, still gripping Kōji's shoulders firmly as he gave him a quick once over.
"Are you alright?" he asked as his eyes skimmed the other's body for any obvious signs of injury.
"Yeah..." was the subdued reply; Kōji was only halfway out of his thoughts.
He grinned then, "Stop checking for marks, Takuya; the only ones I have right now are from you trying to rip my shoulder blades out."
Takuya let go quickly, "Oh, hehe. Oops?"
Kōji shook his head with a fond smile on his lips; but at the back of his mind, thoughts of the conundrum that Duskmon presented lingered.
Izumi spoke up, "Thank goodness!"
"We were worried because of that massive explosion," Tomoki added.
"Sorry about that..."
"First off, who was that flying away?" asked Takuya, getting down to business now that he was sure Kōji was fine.
Oh god, he'd just half-raped Kōji in front of everyone.
He resisted the impulse to turn around and ask them all to ignore what they'd just seen. Denial was not going to help anything.
"Velgemon. Cherubimon interfered and gave Duskmon his Beast Spirit; then he evolved into that."
"Cherubimon..." pondered Takuya, looking at the crater.
Bokomon and Neemon praised him on not taking on Velgemon and he nearly laughed.
'If Ophanimon hadn't interfered on my behalf I would've been Digidust. ... I can't believe I just thought that...'
"Hello!" he heard from next to him, and turned in time to catch a flying fluff ball as it nestled itself in his arms.
"What are you?" he asked, blinking rapidly as his brain tried to process the little orange ball in his arms... a ball wearing a haramaki identical to Bokomon's...
"I'm Patamon!" it introduced itself. Damn the thing was cute! If he hadn't been surrounded by people who thought he was cool he would've shoved his face in its fur and then gone to sleep with it.
But he was sixteen. He did not sleep with fluffy toys anymore.
At least, not as many.
"He hatched out of Seraphimon's egg," Takuya explained, grinning at the slightly wild look in Kōji's eyes. He was so buying him a fluffy bunny doll for his birthday.
"It's thanks to him that you were able to evolve into Beowolfmon," continued Izumi, smiling lightly as she remembered.
"Is that right?" he said, chewing over the fact for a second before looking down at Patamon, "In that case, thank you!"
"My pleasure!"
The little puff ball was impeccably well-mannered.
As Bokomon announced that they should head off and Takuya agreed, Kōji thought over Ophanimon's original message; all the mysteries before him would be unlocked?
"I don't think I can go with you just yet," he said, walking to Izumi and placing Patamon in her arms.
"Where are you going?" asked Takuya, who was suddenly close to knocking the other's block off.
"HEY! KŌJI!" he yelled after him, reaching out but making no real attempt to follow.
"And we finally got the group back together..." mumbled Junpei as the speck that was Kōji disappeared into the distance.
Neemon still wanted to leave and Junpei continued his assault on the absent boy, "Really! He just does what he wants!"
"He's someone who can't leave a problem alone until he solves it straight out," came the reply from Takuya, silencing the others.
"Alright, I'm going after him," he said as he turned to face the others, his game face on.
The others just stared at him.
Takuya rolled his eyes, feeling like he was channelling the other boy.
"I'll try and get Kōji back," he said more slowly, "Until then, just wait here for us."
"Takuya-oniichan..." Tomoki marvelled.
"Hey, Takuya, do you know what you're doing?" asked Junpei.
"What do you mean? I'm strong enough to look after myself, and I know what Kōji's like. I should be fine."
Junpei proceeded to explain how in dramas – though Seraphimon only knew which dramas he'd been watching – when a challenge like the one that Takuya was supposedly going to give is accepted the challenger gets killed first go.
This left everyone confused and exasperated with the older boy.
"I'm being serious here, Junpei; S-E-R-I-O-U-S," he spelled out for good measure.
"I'm also being perfectly serious."
'They way you said that made you sound like the comic relief in a TV show...' thought Takuya as he started to turn away.
"Oh, get real. In any case, I'm going."
"You have no idea what you're doing."
'Do too,' he retaliated in his head, 'Now, how to get out of this without having to physically beat him down and tie him up- thank you Izumi.'
Izumi had intervened, effectively heading off any further fighting.
"I'll be back with him before you know it. It's my duty," he said, confident grin in place.
"What, as his boyfriend?" asked Junpei, unable to hold back the comment any longer. He and Izumi both flinched; he was probably about to be a toasted little beetle.
To both of their immense surprises, Takuya simply shrugged.
"If that's how you want to look at it, sure," he said calmly, "But we're not really going out...
"Anyway, just wait here until I return," he finished, turning and heading off.
Izumi sighed.
"I wish they'd just become a couple already..." she mumbled.
Junpei started slightly, "You knew?"
"Of course I knew; I'm a girl, and we just know these kinds of things!"
Junpei sighed and wondered if maybe Kōji hadn't just brushed her off and she'd noticed it then.
That was surprisingly likely.
Takuya jogged across the dark and barren landscape, wondering at the speed that Kōji had to run in order to be so far ahead.
'Boy runs like a freaking machine! Why can't he just slow down?'
He instantly took it back; Kōji had never been one to take things slow, for all of his reserved and cautious appearance.
Which took his mind back to other things; and Junpei.
As if Takuya needed a reason to run after Kōji, wherever the other boy went. Wasn't their bond as a group enough? Wouldn't he have followed any of them in the same way? Why did Junpei have to ask such stupid questions!
'Because Junpei is a stupid, moronic, son of a Mon who has no idea how to keep his mouth SHUT!'
Takuya stopped, standing on an outcropping of rock.
"KŌJI!" he yelled, not really expecting a reply.
'Stupid, friggin' emo, running away when we need him most,' he thought sullenly.
He blinked. Oh, god, he was turning bitter.
"Bad Takuya, bad!" he scolded himself as he continued to peer out at the landscape before him, "If you keep thinking like that you'll turn into your mother and Kōji will be playing the role of your dad. Not good, no, very bad. Not a good thing to build a relationship on... Ohhhhhh..."
He'd realised why Junpei had asked such a stupid question.
Because he'd half-raped Kōji in front of him without thinking.
"Takuya, you are officially a moron," he mumbled as he climbed down and continued running.
Then he thought, though rather grudgingly, 'Sorry Junpei.'
