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- A short future
canon story that I wrote out-of-the-blue. *shrugs* I'll probably get flamed
for the last part, but oh well…what I think could happen. I'll say more
at the end. Just remember…"Like father, like son." ;)
"Hey, Daisuke?" The boy spoke up,
fidgeting with his goggles that adored his head, but not properly as they
hung off of his head, like an ornament on a Christmas tree. He was feeling
quite nervous, and his father, Motomiya Daisuke, could tell. He always
did that when he was nervous.
"Yeah?" Daisuke answered, averting
his gaze to his now fourteen-year-old son, Motomiya Touji. A splitting
image of him when he was young…not that it mattered now, none of the past
mattered that much now. The past was the past; as much as it hurt…all he
had now was the future, and Touji. And that was all he needed.
He and his son held a very informal
relationship. One could easily tell that from the way Touji called his
father "Daisuke" instead of "Father", or "Dad" as children would usually
call their fathers. Daisuke was the one that had really pushed him into
that habit, because he didn't see the need for the formal nuisances society
had created. His son was not inferior to him, just younger and still learning.
He got all the respect he needed from the first time Touji had asked about
"how babies are created". He didn't need anymore.
Touji messed with his goggles some
more before finally taking them off and looking at them, his eyes distant.
"Have you ever really been in love? I mean…you must have been in love one
time in your life, like when you met Mama? But even then…" He knew too
well who his Mother was. She had been a simple fling, to say the least.
Daisuke and her had held a steady relationship until; with a few careless
activities from the both of them, he had been born. It had happened to
soon for her, his mother that is, and she had left Daisuke with him soon
after. She just couldn't take it.
It didn't bother Touji, however.
He had Daisuke, he was all the parent he needed. But he couldn't help but
to wonder…for, he was going through a rather similar, but different situation
right now.
If only he knew how very similar
it was to his father's in reality.
After hearing the initial question,
Daisuke was taken aback. Romance wasn't a thing that he could talk about
that freely lately, and it wasn't because he didn't want Touji to know…Touji
knew a lot about his broken love life. He knew most of it…
…Except what was there before he
had even met his mother.
Daisuke sighed, knowing that it was
probably time to reveal himself to his son. "Well, yeah. I have been in
love. Still am."
Touji's head shot up at this, his
eyes widening. "Really? But…" His lips curled into a wry grin, as he rolled
his eyes a bit, "Don't tell me that you're gonna say "me" with all that
fatherly-love stuff, are you? I mean it, Daisuke!"
Daisuke laughed at that, "I guess
you got me then! But seriously, that wasn't what I was going to say." He
stared at this hands, reminiscing a little of the days when he was young,
like Touji, and love had first introduced itself. His hands were soft then,
innocent in their actions. Right now, they were rough. Rough from pulling
his cart carrying the many food items he used to create his world selling
ramen, from supporting himself and Touji throughout the years. The only
thing though, was that was it.
It was just him and Touji. He had
desired more…but he knew that he couldn't have it.
"I'm sure you remember your Uncle
Ken, right?" Daisuke asked his son. Touji nodded silently, as Aoi, his
partner, a Chibimon decided to join in with all the fun. He stifled a laugh
as the small blue creature pounced into his lap about to speak out. Touji
silenced him, and pointed to his father. Aoi, understanding what the boy
meant, quieted himself to listen to the story Daisuke was about to tell.
"Well, a long time ago, when I was
about your age…well, two years younger, I had met him. It was at a pretty
weird time, because a lot of things were happening then, a lot of things
that I'm not sure he would appreciate me telling you, but even then I had
known that he was the one. Pretty weird, ne?" Touji's eyes grew wide, but
softened as he realized something.
"So…you loved Uncle Ken then? I see…but
then-"
"Then," Daisuke continued for Touji,
"Ken had his heart in other places. I was usually the type of person to
make a big deal about being jealous, it had happened one time already-"
He gave a small grin at that, glancing at Touji. His son had heard quite
a bit about his father's trials to win Aunt Hikari's heart. Although Touji
was a lot like Daisuke, he lacked the same amount of recklessness that
had been passed down on him. Indeed, he still held it….but compared to
how Daisuke was, his was very mild.
"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is,
I loved Ken…I still do, but I had to deal with it. Ken loved your Aunt
Miyako, and as long as he was happy, I was happy. And that's when I learned
what true love was…because for the sake of that, I had to let go."
"But…Daisuke, why did you marry Mama
then? I don't understand." Touji asked.
"Because it was a way to escape,
Touji, to tell you the truth. She was so much like him…except for the eyes.
We both knew that it was a lost cause, but I don't regret it. Not when
I have you."
There was a comfortable silence as
the father and son collected their thoughts.
"Daisuke?"
"Hmm?"
"…What if I said I was in love, but
didn't know what to do about it..? What if I said I was going through the
same thing you were before? With…another Ichijouji…?" Touji said with all
honesty.
Daisuke's eyes softened as he realized
just what his son was saying. "I would say, go talk to Osamu about it.
Because if you don't you might lose him forever. Better be safe, than sorry,
ne?"
Touji smiled. "Thanks…Dad."
***
It was the next day that Motomiya
Touji ran up to Ichijouji Osamu after school had ended. Both were into
soccer, so they usually spent their afternoons playing together.
"Osamu-san!"
"Hey Touji!" The boy waved cheerfully
at him, transferring his books to his right hand. "I was waiting for you!"
Touji could feel himself blush a
bit as he answered,
"Well, Osamu…I have something
to tell you."
***
Well, there you have it. Sort of
sad, but not really. I thought I did pretty well, don't you? ^^; And yes,
I do like the coupling of Daisuke's son x Miyako and Ken's oldest son…I
also like Daisuke's son x Miyako and Ken's daughter, ah, I don't know.
Who says I do a full Touji x Osamu fic later? *laughs some more* Maybe.
Maybe not….
