Title: A New Pet
Ship: Ken x Daisuke
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 500
Genre: Romance, Humor||Rated: G
Challenges: Diversity Writing: Ken x Daisuke: A71, non-canon scene; Advent 2015, Digimon Adventure 02, day #6, favorite pairing
Notes: This is a breeds/Healer/Firestarter AU
Summary: Ken only wanted to cook dinner. He didn't expect to end up giving Daisuke a fiery new pet – and takeout.
"Why is the stove on fire?"
Ken threw a quick look over his shoulder before he jerked his attention back to the stove. "Because I can't cook," was all he had time to say before he tried and failed to save dinner.
Daisuke walked over and gently nudged Ken off to one side. Ken went without protest. His talents were impressive – even if he didn't think of them that way – but in certain cases, Daisuke outstripped him without effort.
He'd hated that, once upon a time. Hated that Daisuke could be so effortlessly enticing, that no matter what he'd tried, he'd never been able to physically hurt Daisuke. If he'd ever managed to so much as tear Daisuke's clothing, it would have been a cause of celebration for weeks on end.
Now he knew better, of course. Now he could see Daisuke simply sternly regard the blaze on the stove and it quieted down at once. Daisuke scooped the now-tiny fire up into the palm of his hand and cooed over it before he glanced at Ken.
"Can you clean that up while I take care of this little guy?" Daisuke asked, running his fingers through the flickering flmae. Ken nodded a bit humbly; if Daisuke hadn't shown up, he wasn't sure what might have happened.
Frankly, it would be embarrassing for their apartment to get burned. Daisuke ranked in the top five strongest Firestarters in Japan – if not the entire world. He hadn't checked the most recent rankings.
Even if Daisuke hadn't been a Firestarter – and Ken couldn't imagine him as anything else – he was also not actually human. Being the crafted offspring of Apocalymon came with some perks, such as being practically indestructible. He could have scooped up the flames then just as he did now, though he might not have been cooing adorably at the flame as it busily danced and wiggled on his open palm.
Ken worked on scrubbing the stove clean, trying hard not to stare too much at Daisuke as the other stepped to the balcony, where a few of his other fire-pets happily danced and glowed in their lanterns. He guessed, without having to look, that Daisuke slipped this little one into a lantern and set it with the others, allowing it to burn cheerfully without hurting anyone else.
"There," Daisuke declared with a satisfied smile as he closed the door again. "It's going to live out there." His smile turned a trifle teasing as he approached Ken. "You didn't have to get me a new pet, you know."
Ken sniffed. "I wasn't trying to." He knew Daisuke loved flames of all kinds – it was part of being what he was. But he hadn't been trying to do that.
Daisuke's arms slid around Ken's waist and he tucked his head against Ken's shoulder. "I know. You were trying to cook dinner."
"I should be able to do that," Ken said. He glanced again at the stove, now perfectly clean. "Order takeout?"
"Good idea."
The End
Notes: Written for a tumblr prompt starting with the first line.