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- Naive boys, shattered dreams, plans almost gone horribly wrong by a big haired fool (no offense, I love Tai..just love to pick on him too ;) ) what can be better? Still fluffy, and I guess..a bit angsty, not really..I guess I could say it does sorta later. Yes, yes..I added a pinch of Taito. Why? Because it's so damned cute, that's why! And anyway, I have some Jyoumi and Takari planned for later, so no complaining. For now..just enjoy the nice almost-there kensuke-y warmness this (I hope!) brings to you. And please Read and Review!
People were finally coming in, much to Daisuke's relief. Being with Ken just felt uncomfortably.....well, uncomfortable. Every time he had tried to strike a conversation with the boy, he would answer..with a layer of well hidden secrecy covering his words.
Daisuke never liked secrets. He didn't like not knowing things, it made him uneasy. Which meant that he was basically uneasy all the time. Ken found this extremely amusing, in his own mysterious way, which in turn made Daisuke even more uneasy around him.
He really did like talking to Ken, really. In fact, he could say that he liked being with him almost as much as he liked being with Hikari. They both had something about them that he hadn't considered until now..he hadn't considered it because he didn't know what that something was.
It made him more uneasy that he felt similarities with Hikari as when he was with Ken. No, no..that wouldn't make sense, would it? Perhaps...
Again, he pushed that thought away. Trying to clear his mind, he wandered to where the guests were entering from. Maybe Hikari would be there. And as luck had it, she was.
"Oh, hi Daisuke!", she beamed. Daisuke wanted to melt with adoration. All he could do was blink for a bit, then boisterously greet her with much arrogance.
"Hiya Hikari-chan! You look excellent", he said, and mentally cursed himself for being so obnoxiously loud. Fortunately, this seemed to have the right effect on Hikari, as she giggled,
"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself...!", she eyed him in his tuxedo-wear, giggling some more, and only causing Daisuke to blush despite himself and laugh nervously.
Meanwhile, Ken was watching the two converse in mild disgust. He really had no idea why Daisuke chose to be so blind and continuously flirt with the child of light. Didn't he see she was taken? It frustrated him more than ever when he saw them together...when Daisuke looked like an insect, a fly attracted by the light.
"But what happens when an insect when it finally crashes into the light? It burns, that's what happens."
If anything, he did not want Daisuke to be burned by his so called light. He knew that Hikari was a nice person actually....he just loathed the fact that she didn't harbor enough courage to tell him what she really thought. And to think, her brother was the keeper of courage. How ironic. He resumed listening in to their talk.
"So where's Taichi then? I didn't see him come with you into the house.", Daisuke asked. Hikari replied matter-of-factly,
"Oh him? He set off immediately when we walked up the steps! I think he wants to see if Yamato's there to have a first dance or something...", she laughed. Daisuke admired the way Hikari accepted her brother's new romance with Yamato so well. She even thought it was cute. It was reassuring to them, that no hard feeling were felt about that. Daisuke wished more people were that lenient in the world...but, again- wishes don't always come true.
He was about to say something else when the door opened again. Dammit....it was his rival, Takaishi Takeru. With a growl and a sigh, he looked in dismay as Hikari ran over to greet him with much enthusiasm.
"Takeru-chan!", she squealed, waving at the blonde boy. Daisuke felt his heart fall...again. He noticed that in greeting him, Hikari had left out the "chan" part..but with Takeru, she was more affectionate, adding it. Figures...like he had figured, dreams don't come true.
Again, Ken was disgusted. Indeed, he did like how naive Daisuke could be...found it amusingly adorable of the boy, but this was too much.
"A question for you, Daisuke-chan..how many times must a plate be dropped before it finally breaks..? Do you like being dropped?", unknowingly, Ken gave out a sigh..was he not being obvious enough to Daisuke that he would like to be his light, rather than Hikari? Daisuke was unbelievably thick, not to notice that and at the same time not notice Takeru and Hikari.
Not that that mattered, Ken knew his wish, and today he would be the one to grant it.
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Meanwhile, Miyako frowned looking at the scene ahead of her, while standing where the food was. She should have figured that Hikari's arrival would trigger a disturbance. Especially with Takeru there now. She smacked her head at Daisuke's dense abilities. It was extremely annoying.
"How can he NOT see that Takeru-chan and Hikari-chan are a thing..! You're making this harder on us, Daisuke..I swear.."
"Oi! Miyako, who ya spying on?", Taichi grinned from behind the girl, startling her. Furiously shaking her head, she tried to hide what she was doing in vain.
"I was just getting a treat! Uh..that is, I mean, well Takeru just came in and all, I was about to greet him, really."
"Ne, I feel a bit bad for Daisuke....he's as blind as I was to Yamato, don't you think?"
Damn, Taichi wasn't as thickheaded as he was thought to be. Miyako, stared in bit of shock at the older boy. Knowing how Taichi was, he would ruin it all with his straightforwardness if he really did know.
"What ever do you mean?", Miyako laughed nervously, smacking herself for such an obviously suspicious reply. This only amused the grinning Taichi more.
"Well, noticing that Ken is constantly hinting at Daisuke reminds me of my own thing with Yamato, 'cept it was flip-floppped. I think this party's a great opportunity to..let's say, liven things up, ne?"
Miyako nearly lost her balance at that. Taichi would ruin Mimi's plan! She had to stop him..but how could she without giving away the plan?
That question was answered when the door opened. Miyako gave a sigh of relief when Yamato entered the house, dressed as stunningly as everyone thought he would be. That was more than enough to distract Taichi's attention fully.
"Yama-chan!", he lovingly beamed, an ran towards his lover.
Miyako nodded to herself, oh yes...this was going to be a long night.
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The music had started, and the dancing as well. Daisuke was hesitating to dance for fear of embarrassing himself. He had never really danced before, it was all sort of...weird.
But of course, Motomiya Daisuke never let's down an opportunity to show off, as well. He finally stood up, remembering something that gave him more confidence. Chibimon.
He was just as naive as Daisuke, being a dreamer in his own essence. Daisuke remembered with mirth, how he had wanted to dance for gatomon, to impress her. He rather enjoyed dreaming his little reverie, even if he couldn't dance. Even if he humiliated himself in front of Daisuke when he tried.
"Hell, the worst that can is be getting embarrassed..but doesn't that happen anyway?", Daisuke said, as he walked up.
In a way, he was dancing for the sake of dreaming. For the sake of wishing for things that couldn't come true...he didn't quite understand that, but maybe, maybe he would find out....
He glanced around before finally walking forward. There was Ken, just watching the entire party go on without him. Miyako would be furious, was Daisuke's first thought. Ken was such an anti-social person at times....which was ironic seeing how famous he was.
Although, one shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Which was exactly what Daisuke was good at. Mostly because he was usually judged by his extremely thick cover. But he had learned long ago to ignore that, and just accept.
To strive to be better, maybe. It helped some...even though it was hard for the boy to oppress the urge to keep that image of himself alive, instead of breaking it down. Fact was, Daisuke really wanted that cover over him..so people wouldn't know what he was thinking, what he was dreaming.
Dreams of...Hikari...of...warm snow..of..Ken.
Those were his dreams, whether he accepted them or not, they were. All seemingly impossible dreams to catch..to make his.
He just didn't know he was warming his snow by just looking at it. As at the same time...he didn't know what his snow was. Or rather, who.
He needed a push, and that was just what Mimi and Miyako were hoping to do.
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Ken noted that Daisuke was standing up to dance to the music with mild interest. It wasn't his own time to dance, and he knew that for a fact.
Ken liked to do things at unpredictable times. To savor the moment a bit longer before finally letting it go. Like a dream...ironically. Ken wasn't really a dreamer...and he knew that as well. He admired Daisuke's naive dreams, in his own mysterious way...and he would try to grant some of them, while selfishly destroying the others.
Ken knew he could be a selfish bastard, and liked it.
Yes, gradually, he was growing out of the selfish, destructive habit he had acquired as the Digimon Kaizer...but when it came to Daisuke, he couldn't help but gather them up again. He didn't want anything to come in the way of retrieving what he wanted.
Daisuke's foolish dream of Hikari was one of those.
And if he had to shatter that one in room for granting the others, he would. It was selfish, again he knew. But...
Isn't all fair in love and war anyway?
Ken couldn't help but to smirk at his own thoughts as he watched the dance unravel it's hypnotic beat on the various people standing up.
Once a slow song played, Daisuke's first dream would be shattered, and he would be ripe for the picking.
Ken knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it.
But, again not all plans go the same direction you want them to go before heading towards your destination.