By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all it's characters are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing, kiddies.
Author's Notes- Gah! My internet connection broke JUST when I was going to post this...bad luck. This one is odd, and I believe it's going to start a weird love triangle..of sorts, but I'm not sure, you decide. I wanted to try some Daikeru, but keep the kensuke..so...well, this is the result. Tell me how you like, and please read and review!
"And he collapsed just there!", Hikari exclaimed to Takeru as they walked from school together. Daisuke hadn't come to class that day, and Hikari was explaining to Takeru the reason why.
"Do you know what was wrong with him?", Takeru looked up at his friend, his eyes full of deep worry. He felt something was wrong as well, but he was worried for other reasons..
"I couldn't just force it out of him...he seemed too shaken up, so I led him to his house, but before we got there he simply burst into tears...", Hikari trailed off, looking at Takeru's expression. She hated to give him this information, because she knew how badly it might affect her best friend. Takeru loved Daisuke. He had admitted that to her a while ago...and she had understood, mostly because she had already figured that out by looking at his blue eyes as he stared at Daisuke....full of admiration, and adoration.
"Tears?", Takeru queried, his voice showing concern. This just wasn't right...Daisuke was supposed to be strong. He had always been, that's what Takeru loved about the vibrant boy. Along with many other aspects, as well. It hurt him to hear about Daisuke broken like this.
"He said he didn't know what was wrong with him, Takeru..he was going on about how he thought he was messed up now.", Hikari said, frowning, "I hope he's better now...maybe we could figure out what is wrong.", Takeru sighed a bit and regarded her as he began to set off in his own direction,
"Hai. Well...Hikari-chan, I gotta get home to start my homework..but I'm visiting Daisuke as soon as I'm done.", Hikari waved in response,
"Okay, then see you later!"
Takeru watched as the child of light left his sight and set off in the direction of Daisuke's house. He didn't want Hikari to come with him because he had wanted to confront the boy alone..what ever had happened to him must have been bad, and he was going to find out at all costs.
Motomiya Daisuke....the flame of his heart. It was hard for him to think this about the boy, without feeling the utter wrongness of his infatuation with the boy. Some days he just wanted to love Hikari, to love her so he didn't have to deal with the heart impaling sight of Daisuke follow her, love struck. And rather, just be his rival. His rival for affection of the child of light.
It just wasn't fair.
As with every rose, it has its thorns. And Takeru was heading right towards one...pricking his finger every time he tried to get close to the rose. He was deathly jealous of the light that fed the rose...jealous that the light didn't have to do much to feed it. Jealous that the rose craved the light..but the light wasn't necessarily feeding the flower on purpose. It was what the light was created for, to shine. Thus, because shining on the flower fed it, the rose would always crave the light.
That was life. And it sucked.
But Takeru forgot the water...the water that had poisoned its way through the pores of Daisuke, possessing him with their power, as well. The water that was now waiting on the other side for its rose.
He was there, finally. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door waiting for a reply. No such thing happened. He knocked again. The same as before. The third time he knocked, he did it rather loudly, and was about to say something when it was hastily opened by Daisuke's sister, Jun.
"Who is it?", she said, then glanced down at Takeru, "Oh! You're Yama-chan's brother, now aren't you? T.K.?", she giggled, and Takeru suppressed a sigh. She just couldn't get that Yamato didn't have a care for her. He felt a bit sorry for her...living in her own dream. But he pushed that digressing thought off quickly as he said,
"Hai. Ah..do you know where Daisuke is, Jun? He wasn't at school today and I just wanted to talk to him.."
"Oh, sure. He's in his room somewhere. He refused to come out in the morning, so I just let him be..weird kid."
"Can I see him?", Jun nodded, turning her head and screaming at the top of her lungs, "DAISUKE! T.K.'S HERE TO SEE YOU!", then turning back to Takeru and smiling, "He should be up now. But..before you go, could you tell Yamato that I said "Hi", ne? He hasn't really be replying my calls and.."
"Sure, Jun.", Takeru cut her off with a sigh. That obviously made her day, as she pranced away. Takeru began making his was up to Daisuke room...the boy hadn't replied when Jun called him. But before he entered the room her heard Daisuke say in a small voice,
"Don't come in. I don't need your sympathy, T.R.", Takeru frowned at the cold tone the other boy had given him, feeling hurt.
"Hikari told me that you cried yesterday..."
"Yeah, and so what if I did?"
"Well, I just wanted to know what was wrong..I mean, Daisuke, for you to fall down crying isn't really in your character and all-", he was interrupted as Daisuke cut him off in a dangerously furious voice,
"And how the fuck would you know my character! You don't even know me, let alone know what's wrong with me!"
"Daisuke...", Takeru murmured, his eyes wide at the anger the boy now exposed.
"I...", Daisuke trailed off, beginning to weep again, out of anger and sadness all together, "I don't ever know what's wrong with me...! Dammit...", his shoulders shook as he began to sob all over again despite himself. He had spent the entire day in bed, hoping to figure out what Ken had done to him and why but to know avail...and it had angered him.
He did want more. But at the same time he loathed retrieving more, because that "more" was from the wrong person. Why couldn't life be simple? Just to love Hikari..and stay that way. He hadn't even thought of her after his meeting with Ken...it was like he had purged her out of his mind, and was slowly taking her place. It wasn't right! He would never love him...never.
But why was he starting to think that he was...?
"Daisuke...it'll be alright, really...", before the boy choked anything more out, he felt two arms pulling him into their warmth. Takeru. Boy of hope....was there something to hope for, really? He would have pushed away if he hadn't been so confortable...so..so..Daisuke's eyes widened. Takeru couldn't...he couldn't...
No..this couldn't be happening...no..
He shook the boy out of his embrace, and stood up, tears clouding his eyes as he looked at Takeru venomously.
"You can't love me! No! Do you hear me?! You can't!"
And with that, he ran away from it all...ran for his sanity.
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Ken was alone again. Waiting....still know response from his flower. He was growing impatient. His eyes widened a bit, and then narrowed.
Something had changed. Drastically.
"So...it seems that there's another insect after my rose. Well, we can't have that.", he quietly growled. He could feel Takeru's thoughts on Daisuke as the boy neared his house. If Takeru succeeded in leading Daisuke away, everything would be ruined. He would have tainted the flower with his scent, ruining it.
That couldn't happen. He wouldn't let his flower crave another! It wasn't right.
I feel some jealousy in you.
"Jealousy?", Ken gave a bitter laugh, "Again...that really doesn't exist, as jealously is associated with love. I simply don't want someone else claiming my property. That's theft, my dear brother..."
You're a masochist in training. Your denying is going to hurt you very soon...
"How so?", Ken flatly asked, his temper flaring a bit. It never failed, Osamu was always there to question his intelligence. And the worst thing was that he couldn't destroy the fool...the dead fool that lived in his mind.
What if Daisuke were to be taken away from you? What would you do?
"Destroy them from taking him away from me."
Obsessive jealousy. Either way, you're still jealous...and it hurts you, ne?
"It doesn't hurt! I'm strong!", Ken lashed out at his voice. But in his blind rage he failed to notice his one mistake...
So you admit it then?
"Go to hell.", he hissed back, and was answered yet again with silence. Not that he gave a damn, he was better off alone with his thoughts. Of his rose....he was so close..so close... Something hit him hard. A feeling.....
Daisuke was torn. Now...now..he didn't know who to need.
"You...", Ken murmured in a low voice, his eyes narrowed, like a cat, "...Takeru...you did this to him, ne?...Someone is going to pay..."
The rose was starting to be torn apart from two different insects. But in vain, the flower was starting to run away...run away from its thoughts, its mind. And no one was going to be happy with that.
You yearned for love,
And when you retrieved it,
It burned you soul,
Making you know you were not fit.