Woohoo!!! Finally!!! After a couple of weeks of writer's block and not being able to get to a working computer, I finally have the last two parts of the Sleepover trilogy!!! Yay!!! Oh, if you haven't read the first part, by all means do so. Thanks for all the great reviews!!!! I'm thrilled and honored!!!
~*Disclaimer*~
I don't own Digimon. Never have, never will. I also don't own the song "She's So High" -- it's by Bachman Tal, not me. So don't sue, otay? (And, if you're wondering about the song -- it's not a song fic. I don't write song fics. OK, fine, I did write one...But it was an X-Files fic and it was completely justified!!! ^_~)
Sleepover: Part 2
By Akira Ichijouji
Ken stared at the wall. He just couldn't explain it.
He thought...no, he *knew*...he was in love with Davis.
Through his confusion he let slip a hint of a smile as he thought about the night before. He sighed, rolling over onto his back, his arms draped over the sides of the bed. He stared at the ceiling. His carefully organized mind was in chaos. It's funny how a person can do that to you.
Ken smiled again, deciding to forget his confusion for the time being. He ran a hand through his hair, a tender look coming over his face as he thought about Davis. There was just something about him -- he was so sure of himself, but not so sure, so sweet when he wasn't trying to impress anyone. He had a soft, hidden quality that he didn't share with many people. And he had a boundless energy that fascinated Ken.
Ken lowered his hand from his hair, cheeks flushing ever-so-slightly at the thought of their handshake. There was something in the way Davis had touched him that spoke more than friendship.And what he had glimpsed in Davis' eyes that morning was deep enough to frighten and exhilerate him.
"No..." Ken whispered to himself. "I can't...I can't fall in love...I'm too dangerous..."
He turned to his side again, tears sqeezing between his tightly closed lashes. the evil wasn't through with him yet. Its seductive power still beckoned from his dreams. No matter hom much he tried to deny it, he half wanted it back. The power, the rush...It was tempting.
But he knew he couldn't. Ken Ichijouji could never again harbour that kind of power. It would risk too much.
But the risk was still there. Even though he had renounced it, it could take him any time. He couldn't join the Digidestined, even if they wanted him to.
Minomon stirred from his nap. "Whatcha thinking about, Ken?"
"Oh, just stuff." Ken's voice was much calmer than he felt. He smiled. "C'mon, I'll get you something to eat."
***
Davis was restless. His parents and Jun were out shopping, and Demiveemon was asleep, so he had no one to talk to. He wrestled with himself over whether to call Ken, but finally decided not to. What would Ken think of him -- he had only just left Davis' house a couple of hours ago. But Davis had to talk to someone.
He dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Ring, ring..."
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi, Kari?"
"Hi, Davis..." Kari inwardly groaned. Would Davis *ever* stop calling her?
"Oh, Kari, I just called to say...I have to cancel our date on Friday."
"But, Davis, we don't *have* a date on Friday!" Kari said, exasperrated.
"Oh, yeah. But I have to cancel anyway!" Silence from the other end of the line. "Aren't you going to ask why?"
"Ok...why...?" Kari shrugged as Tai looked at her questioningly.
"I'm spending the night at Ken's house!!!" Davis whooped, hanging up the phone.
Kari looked baffled as she heard the click and dial tone from the other end of the line.
"What was that all about?" Tai asked.
"I have no idea...But I think I've just been rejected."
Davis, in the meantime, was pacing up and down. Utter boredom had set in. Even playing video games just reminded him of Ken. Everything reminded him of Ken. The tomato sitting on the kitchen counter reminded him of Ken.
Who else could he call? Kari again? No, he just called her and made a complete fool of himself. T.K.? Nah, he and T.K. had nothing to talk about. Yolei? No, he was still a little angry with her. She thought he was a jerk, anyway. Cody? Why would he call Cody? He didn't want to talk to anyone but Ken.
Davis started in the kitchen, walking around the perimeter of every room in the house, singing.
Living room. "She's so high, high above me, she's so lovely, she's so high..."
Hall. "Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite...She comes to speak to me..."
Jun's room. Locked. "I freeze immediatly..."
His room. "'Cause what she says sounds so unreal...Somehow I can't believe that anything should happen...'Cause I know where I belong..."
More hall. "And nothing's gonna happen, yeah, yeah..."
Bathroom. "'Cause she's so..." Davis stopped. There, on the sink, was Ken's toothbrush.
"HA!!!" Davis shouted, grabbing it. A solution to his boredom, as well as an excuse to see Ken, had just presented itself. Davis grabbed his coat and ran out of the house.
***
The doorbell rang at the Ichijouji residence. Ken was stretched out on the couch, slightly depressed. His eyes were half closed as he half-heartedly flipped through a magazine. Minomon was curled up next to him, sleepy after his meal. Ken rolled his eyes when he heard the doorbell.
"Stupid salesmen..." he muttered, putting down the magazine and staring at the ceiling. The doorbell rang again. His parents were out, and he didn't want to deal with whoever it was at the door.
"Go away, go away, go away..." Ken muttered, annoyed.
"Ken? Are you there? Ken?" called a voice from outside the door.
"Aah!!! Davis!!!" Ken sat up in shock, upsetting a drowsy Minomon. He leaped up, running to the door. But by the time he got it open, Davis had gone. Ken looked around, seeing a shock of mahogany hair disappear around the corner. He took off running.
"Davis! Stop! Davis!" he called, skidding to a stop as Davis poked his head back around the corner.
"Hi." Ken regained his composure. "I ah, didn't want to open the door because, I, ah, thought you were a salesman or something..." Ken scratched his head, looking at Davis from under his eyebrows. Davis felt like millions of little butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. Ken's hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a black tee shirt and blue pyjama pants. Davis had never seen him look more lovable.
"Oh, well, I came over here because...You left your toothbrush," Davis said, blushing just a little and holding up the toothbrush.
"Oh, thanks!" Ken smiled, taking the toothbrush. Their hands brushed slightly. Ken felt like he would melt. But something inside him told him no.
"I...I gotta go," Ken stammered, looking down and turning away. He ran into his apartment, closing the door.
"Oh..." Davis said, disappointed and confused. He leaned on the wall, crossing his arms and pouting.
Ken leaned on the inside of the door. He buried his head in his hands, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. He heaved a shaky sigh, closing his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Minomon nuzzled against his leg.
"I don't know...I'm just scared, I guess..."
Davis started down the stairs dejectedly. Why didn't Ken want to see him?
Ken finally got up, laying back down on the couch. He started to pick up his magazine again, but remembered the toothbrush in his hand. He looked at it, heaving another sigh and setting it down on the coffee table.
"What's wrong with me?" he thought.
*******
Awwwwwwwww, poor, poor, Ken-chan...sorry...I loooooove Ken...^.^ Can't you just see him all sleepy, stretched out on the couch??? Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! I'm fine, really!!! I'm not in love with a cartoon, really!!!! ^_~ But please review my little story, 'tis the only way I know how you feel about it! Oh, and by the way, if anyone wants to visit my website, the addy is:
http://blackuniverse.com/digibishounen/
It's about how I'm in love with all the guys on Digimon. Enjoy!!! (OK, OK, shameless promotion, but I'm greedy for hits. Who isn't? ^_~)
~*Disclaimer*~
I don't own Digimon. Never have, never will. I also don't own the song "She's So High" -- it's by Bachman Tal, not me. So don't sue, otay? (And, if you're wondering about the song -- it's not a song fic. I don't write song fics. OK, fine, I did write one...But it was an X-Files fic and it was completely justified!!! ^_~)
Sleepover: Part 2
By Akira Ichijouji
Ken stared at the wall. He just couldn't explain it.
He thought...no, he *knew*...he was in love with Davis.
Through his confusion he let slip a hint of a smile as he thought about the night before. He sighed, rolling over onto his back, his arms draped over the sides of the bed. He stared at the ceiling. His carefully organized mind was in chaos. It's funny how a person can do that to you.
Ken smiled again, deciding to forget his confusion for the time being. He ran a hand through his hair, a tender look coming over his face as he thought about Davis. There was just something about him -- he was so sure of himself, but not so sure, so sweet when he wasn't trying to impress anyone. He had a soft, hidden quality that he didn't share with many people. And he had a boundless energy that fascinated Ken.
Ken lowered his hand from his hair, cheeks flushing ever-so-slightly at the thought of their handshake. There was something in the way Davis had touched him that spoke more than friendship.And what he had glimpsed in Davis' eyes that morning was deep enough to frighten and exhilerate him.
"No..." Ken whispered to himself. "I can't...I can't fall in love...I'm too dangerous..."
He turned to his side again, tears sqeezing between his tightly closed lashes. the evil wasn't through with him yet. Its seductive power still beckoned from his dreams. No matter hom much he tried to deny it, he half wanted it back. The power, the rush...It was tempting.
But he knew he couldn't. Ken Ichijouji could never again harbour that kind of power. It would risk too much.
But the risk was still there. Even though he had renounced it, it could take him any time. He couldn't join the Digidestined, even if they wanted him to.
Minomon stirred from his nap. "Whatcha thinking about, Ken?"
"Oh, just stuff." Ken's voice was much calmer than he felt. He smiled. "C'mon, I'll get you something to eat."
***
Davis was restless. His parents and Jun were out shopping, and Demiveemon was asleep, so he had no one to talk to. He wrestled with himself over whether to call Ken, but finally decided not to. What would Ken think of him -- he had only just left Davis' house a couple of hours ago. But Davis had to talk to someone.
He dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Ring, ring..."
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi, Kari?"
"Hi, Davis..." Kari inwardly groaned. Would Davis *ever* stop calling her?
"Oh, Kari, I just called to say...I have to cancel our date on Friday."
"But, Davis, we don't *have* a date on Friday!" Kari said, exasperrated.
"Oh, yeah. But I have to cancel anyway!" Silence from the other end of the line. "Aren't you going to ask why?"
"Ok...why...?" Kari shrugged as Tai looked at her questioningly.
"I'm spending the night at Ken's house!!!" Davis whooped, hanging up the phone.
Kari looked baffled as she heard the click and dial tone from the other end of the line.
"What was that all about?" Tai asked.
"I have no idea...But I think I've just been rejected."
Davis, in the meantime, was pacing up and down. Utter boredom had set in. Even playing video games just reminded him of Ken. Everything reminded him of Ken. The tomato sitting on the kitchen counter reminded him of Ken.
Who else could he call? Kari again? No, he just called her and made a complete fool of himself. T.K.? Nah, he and T.K. had nothing to talk about. Yolei? No, he was still a little angry with her. She thought he was a jerk, anyway. Cody? Why would he call Cody? He didn't want to talk to anyone but Ken.
Davis started in the kitchen, walking around the perimeter of every room in the house, singing.
Living room. "She's so high, high above me, she's so lovely, she's so high..."
Hall. "Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite...She comes to speak to me..."
Jun's room. Locked. "I freeze immediatly..."
His room. "'Cause what she says sounds so unreal...Somehow I can't believe that anything should happen...'Cause I know where I belong..."
More hall. "And nothing's gonna happen, yeah, yeah..."
Bathroom. "'Cause she's so..." Davis stopped. There, on the sink, was Ken's toothbrush.
"HA!!!" Davis shouted, grabbing it. A solution to his boredom, as well as an excuse to see Ken, had just presented itself. Davis grabbed his coat and ran out of the house.
***
The doorbell rang at the Ichijouji residence. Ken was stretched out on the couch, slightly depressed. His eyes were half closed as he half-heartedly flipped through a magazine. Minomon was curled up next to him, sleepy after his meal. Ken rolled his eyes when he heard the doorbell.
"Stupid salesmen..." he muttered, putting down the magazine and staring at the ceiling. The doorbell rang again. His parents were out, and he didn't want to deal with whoever it was at the door.
"Go away, go away, go away..." Ken muttered, annoyed.
"Ken? Are you there? Ken?" called a voice from outside the door.
"Aah!!! Davis!!!" Ken sat up in shock, upsetting a drowsy Minomon. He leaped up, running to the door. But by the time he got it open, Davis had gone. Ken looked around, seeing a shock of mahogany hair disappear around the corner. He took off running.
"Davis! Stop! Davis!" he called, skidding to a stop as Davis poked his head back around the corner.
"Hi." Ken regained his composure. "I ah, didn't want to open the door because, I, ah, thought you were a salesman or something..." Ken scratched his head, looking at Davis from under his eyebrows. Davis felt like millions of little butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. Ken's hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a black tee shirt and blue pyjama pants. Davis had never seen him look more lovable.
"Oh, well, I came over here because...You left your toothbrush," Davis said, blushing just a little and holding up the toothbrush.
"Oh, thanks!" Ken smiled, taking the toothbrush. Their hands brushed slightly. Ken felt like he would melt. But something inside him told him no.
"I...I gotta go," Ken stammered, looking down and turning away. He ran into his apartment, closing the door.
"Oh..." Davis said, disappointed and confused. He leaned on the wall, crossing his arms and pouting.
Ken leaned on the inside of the door. He buried his head in his hands, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. He heaved a shaky sigh, closing his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Minomon nuzzled against his leg.
"I don't know...I'm just scared, I guess..."
Davis started down the stairs dejectedly. Why didn't Ken want to see him?
Ken finally got up, laying back down on the couch. He started to pick up his magazine again, but remembered the toothbrush in his hand. He looked at it, heaving another sigh and setting it down on the coffee table.
"What's wrong with me?" he thought.
*******
Awwwwwwwww, poor, poor, Ken-chan...sorry...I loooooove Ken...^.^ Can't you just see him all sleepy, stretched out on the couch??? Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! I'm fine, really!!! I'm not in love with a cartoon, really!!!! ^_~ But please review my little story, 'tis the only way I know how you feel about it! Oh, and by the way, if anyone wants to visit my website, the addy is:
http://blackuniverse.com/digibishounen/
It's about how I'm in love with all the guys on Digimon. Enjoy!!! (OK, OK, shameless promotion, but I'm greedy for hits. Who isn't? ^_~)