That
Feeling
Disclaimer- Digimon
and all its 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- Just a short Iojyou/Jyouri (eh? I don't
know…) or Joe x Cody
piece I thought up as I was sitting down maybe…an hour ago. No one ever writes
Iori into any romances, so I thought I would. But then…I began thinking of his
age as well, and I got…well, this. I think it came out pretty nice, for my
first Iori/Jyouri fic, don't you think? Reviews are highly appreciated.
It was spring. A time for
freedom, a time for living. A time for love. He knew that he wasn't of the age
to think such things (at least, that's what Okaasan had told him), but as his
emerald eyes watched the several lovers walk by, hands touching intimately,
little kisses blown to each other, he couldn't help but to wonder: what would
it be like to experience that?
"Just wait until you're older, Iori. You'll
understand it better then."
Those voices always preached the same thing. Be it
from Okaasan or from Miyako-chan. Always the same thing. When he was older,
he'd understand. But he didn't want to understand when he was older. He wanted
to know now. As the keeper of knowledge he had a right to understand…to
know. He wondered how it felt when Miyako-chan droned on in secret about
Hikari. What caused her to act so…illogical with her smitten words of "My Tenshi", "My Light". He could have
dismissed it as her being overdramatic….but as silly as it sounded, he had a feeling
what Miyako-chan felt towards their companion of Light was pure love. She was
the Holder of Love, wasn't she? She would know that she was truly in love,
wouldn't she?
Then why wouldn't she answer him when he asked her
about it? It was frustrating to him…
He believed he did actually feel some scraps of what
could be called love, though. It always happened when he was with the first
bearer of Reliability. Kido Jyou. Or Jyou-san, as he called him. He knew he
felt something when he was with him…
…was that love?
Iori turned away. Why was he thinking of such
things? He was but a child….they didn't have to think of love yet. Of course,
that didn't deny the faint fluttering the stoic boy felt as none other than
Jyou approached him from a slight distance away.
"Jyou-san?" He called, stopping his steps to let the
elder boy catch up.
That fluttering sensation…
"Ohayo Iori!" He smiled brightly as he finally
caught up to the younger one. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Na.." The shorter of the two started as to
wondering why Jyou hadn't 'expected' to see him walking around, when he
stopped, noticing where exactly he was. Close to the main doors of Jyou's
school. As if he was waiting for him…again, that fluttering feeling started up.
…is this how love feels?
"I was just walking." He said, looking down a bit.
"I have kendo practice in about fifteen minutes, but I thought a walk might be
nice, I guess."
Jyou nodded, and the two began to walk in
comfortable silence. Iori kept finding himself turning to look at Jyou.
That fluttering sensation…
"I…was thinking." Iori finally spoke up, after a
while of thoughts to himself. "Jyou-san?" He looked up at him, his eyes clouded
with curiosity. "Have you…ever experienced love before? I know it may sound
weird coming from me, but…I've always wanted to know how it felt."
Jyou seemed taken
aback by the blunt statement, as he murmured, "Uh…Iori, I don't think I'm the
best one to ask, but.." He looked back at the younger boy; Iori could swear he
saw a faint trail of rose streak Jyou's cheeks.
That fluttering
sensation…
"…but, I
suppose I could describe it as a feeling of excitement. Kind of like
butterflies."
"Have you ever been
in love, Jyou-san?" Iori asked again, feeling some sense of relief as he was
finally being answered the questions he had wanted to know for so long.
Again, Jyou
hesitated, the blush on his face more evident. "Well, I suppose you could say
I've been in love…but I don't really consider that true. They could have been
crushes, I don't know. I do still feel something when I pass them, but it's
small…love? Maybe." He laughed suddenly, tapping Iori on the head. "These are
tough questions, Iori! But if you really want to know, I haven't even been
kissed before, let alone truly been in love."
"Would you kiss me?"
"What?" Jyou's
surprise showed as his eyes widened a bit at Iori's last question. He was right
to the point.
"Would you kiss me?"
He restated his question. Iori had no real idea why he wanted Jyou to do such a
thing, but he supposed it was something to do with that fluttering feeling that
was creeping its way through his stomach. Maybe, he would know if he kissed
him….maybe. Although he seemed quite mature for a nine year old, he was still
pouring with the innocence that defined him as one of that age.
"Why would you want me to kiss you, Iori?" Jyou
blinked. He wasn't quite sure, but he was starting to get a feeling what Iori
wanted to know…
"Because I want to know if this is what love feels
like." He pointed to his stomach, as that was where all the 'butterflies' or so
were coming from. "Maybe a kiss would prove that."
"Maybe…" Although Iori hadn't said it, Jyou knew
where his feelings laid. And though he didn't reject them, he couldn't say he
accepted them….yet.
…when you're older…
Jyou bent down ever so slightly, and lightly
brushed his lips on Iori's. It wasn't too soft, as if nothing happened, but it
wasn't to heavy either. It was a kiss. No more, no less. He let go gently and
stood up straight, looking Iori in his emerald eyes. Iori said nothing, but
placed a hand to touch where he had been kissed. That fluttering feeling had
increased, as a faint blush appeared on his face. But looking up at Jyou, so
busy, so grown up, so…unattainable, he came to a conclusion.
"So what now?" Jyou queried.
A faint smile graced Iori's face as he lightly took
Jyou's hand in his own. "Maybe when I'm older, Jyou-san." Was all he said, and
he was right. Maybe when he was older he would know if what he felt for Jyou
was real. Maybe.
But until then, he would just
enjoy that fluttering sensation as it was.