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-Ahh...not quite happy with this one really either. I was running short on time *le sigh* Nothing much happens in it, but it's leading things, sorry if I dissapointed you! As always Read and Review, it'll make Amai a happy little girl, yes. Not much to say so carry on-
"Hi, is Daisuke there?"
"Yeah, he's been in the kitchen by the phone the whole day, you'd think he'd be hungry or something."
"Can I see him?"
"Sure, he doesn't have anything better to do obviously."
Takeru made his through the Motomiya residence to the kitchen where Daisuke was scribbling something down whilst keeping a strong hold on the phone. He seemed to be anticipating every minute that passed and glanced at the phone for what seemed like more than the fifth time to Takeru as he walked in. When the boy noticed that someone else was in the room, looking a bit flustered he quickly jammed the paper he was writing on in his pocket and regarded him, his face a bit red,
"What're you doing here?", Daisuke snorted. Takeru disregarded that and replied,
"Did you remember, Daisuke? We were gonna have a group picnic today! And you and Tai were going to have a soccer match. You left us hanging!", this caused Daisuke to frown and smack his head, now coming into realization,
"I thought that was going to be next Saturday....damn...how late am I?"
"Two hours.", Daisuke smacked his head again and snapped at Takeru,
"Why didn't you guys remind me?!"
"We thought you'd remember because you have an appetite just as big as Tai's. What are you doing that has you so preoccupied anyway? Jun told me all you were doing was hanging around the phone.", Daisuke turned slightly red again and simply replied,
"I'm waiting for something, nothing really important.", Takeru raised an eyebrow at this,
"Oh really..? If it's not so important you'd be at the picnic by now, so let's go.", this alarmed Daisuke and he frantically tried to conjure up an excuse to stay...to stay with the phone. Anticipating. Anticipating Ken.
It wasn't like he wasn't always anticipating Ken.
"No! I mean....chibimon is tired and all, and I guess I am too. Sorry, I guess we can't go-"
"Wow, you are so bad at hiding things Daisuke. I'm not leaving until you tell me what you're up to. It must be important seeing that you haven't left the phone since you woke up."
"Listen, T.J.! I really can't tell you why, just trust me...it's not anything bad!", Takeru frowned, still not buying it,
"Come on Dai-"
The phone rang.
Daisuke's heart skipped a bit as everything around him dissolved away. For all he cared Takeru didn't exist. Just Ken. But...but..as he reached for the ringing phone something arose in him that he hadn't considered.
Anticipation walks hand in hand with fear.
Or rather, questioning one's actions. Questions flooded Daisuke's mind in that one second before grabbing the phone. Questions that frightened him. And angered him. Motomiya Daisuke was not supposed to be shy! He was supposed to be brave, the knight in shining armor.
All his armor had rusted when he realized he didn't love the damsel in distress.
Damn those realizations.
Another ring. It was either now or never....and he didn't know what he'd do if he picked never.
"Motomiya Residence, Daisuke here."
"Daisuke-san? It's Ken. Your goggles are repaired, do you have the time to come over and get them?"
The world seemed to come in place then. Takeru was once again looking at him...waiting for him to speak. The silence was a deadly murderer. Questions....again. Should he go to Kens? Or should he follow Takeru and see Ken after the picnic?
It seemed so obvious what he was going to pick. But it wasn't. Part of him wanted to hide, be shy. Not pursue his dreams. After all, all he was really doing was getting his pair of goggles. But...it could be so much more if he looked at it from a different view. He had made his decision.
"Hey Ken, could you hold?"
"Very well."
Daisuke looked at Takeru pleadingly. Something had changed in the blonde's eyes...as if he had just gotten into a realization himself. He began to stand up,
"Go ahead.", was all he said. And was all he really needed to say. Daisuke gave him a smile of gratitude and put the phone back to his ear.
Takeru knew now as well. Maybe...maybe..
....Maybe Takeru was really a girl. He internally laughed at his little joke as he focused back to the phone...and Ken.
"Back. Yeah, I can come now, just had to clear something up."
"Good, because I have something I need to tell you as well.", That froze Daisuke right on the spot. Anticipation was the devil. Now he had more things to wonder about once he got to Ken's place. Things he'd rather not dwell on. Shrugging that off for a second, he answered, a bit shakily,
"Sure..I'll be there in a few. See ya."
"Bye."
A click of the line. Daisuke let out a sigh of relief, surprising himself. Was he really scared? Scared to meet his adored? It was all so...disheartening.
"Well, aren't you going to leave?", Takeru suddenly said out of the blue. He was still there? Figures.
"I'm going! I'm going!", Takeru chuckled a bit and asked Daisuke one last question before the two left his house,
"Say...what was on that paper you shoved in your pocket when I came in?"
It was times like these that Daisuke wondered why he even tried to keep secrets. It didn't matter, seeing that Takeru knew his little "secret". He sighed and gave him a small smile,
"A poem, T.K, a poem."
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Ken found himself in the field of thoughts again. But only...this time he wasn't on the soccer field. He was simply sitting on his bed, cradling a sleeping leafmon.
Simply sitting on a bed. Simplicity. Progressing to complexity.
And that complexity was Daisuke.
In a way, he wanted Daisuke not to come....to spare him the pain of confessing.
Confessing his thoughts in turmoil. By which would cause more turmoil.
"My Daisuke....I wish I knew, I just wish I knew....", he half sobbed, still cradling leafmon, and his complex, yet simple soul as well.
Yes, when Motomiya Daisuke entered he would finally know what Ichijouji Ken thought of him. How he was willing to solve the mysteries of the world with him. But....did Motomiya Daisuke even want to solve the mysteries? Ignorance is bliss after all.
Ken just didn't know. And he had know idea which way life was turning now.
Why does life have to be such a ruthless secretive bitch?