Lucky Charms - Chapter One

Lucky Charms!

By Kendra, Digimon Empress and Flair




LEGAL DISCLAIMER: Bandai owns the characters in this story. We own the plot. Flair would like to own Daisuke.

AUTHORS' NOTE: We neither condone nor condemn characters for their orientations. This is mostly a Kensuke fic, so if you enjoy such stories, read on, if you don't there are other stories out there for you.

CONTEST! A reminder about our Kensuke contest. The deadline is when we finish up Lucky Charms. ^__^ Gotta love that Daiken/Kensuke!

Check Chapter One for more information.

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Chapter Two: Insane Tears

Daisuke fidgeted at Ken's question, not noticing the sudden strange look that passed in the genius' violet eyes. "Oh, it's nothing Ken," Daisuke said, quickly. "Just… something." He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping Ken wouldn't ask any more uncomfortable questions.

Normally Ken would have said something sharp and witty in response to Daisuke's "open mouth and say something stupid" mode, but something very strange was going on. He felt very dizzy and lightheaded, and everything in the room seemed to blur… except Daisuke. He blinked, slowly. He hadn't felt this weird, hadn't felt his heart flutter this fast since he first realized that…

No! Ken gasped to himself. What… how… why…?

Iori noticed that there was something definitely wrong with Ken before Daisuke did. "Ken? Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned although he really didn't like the violet-eyed boy all that much. Ken ignored him, staring at Daisuke with the strangest look in his eyes. "Oh… my god… it can't be…" Iori gasped.

"What?" Daisuke asked, oblivious, turning to Iori, who was staring at Ken with horrified eyes. Daisuke turned to face the boy genius, slowly, and felt the bottom drop out of his stomach – as well as a funny, fluttering feeling in his chest.

Ken was staring at Daisuke with a totally enraptured, infatuated expression on his face.

"Daisuke?" Ken said, slowly. "What was in that… juice? I… don't feel so good… Something weird is going on…"

"Err… Iori, could you run back to the lab really, really fast and see if there's an antidote on that box?" Daisuke squeaked, and Iori set off at a dead run. Ken blinked, slowly, trying to focus his eyes and steady his rapidly beating heart. What's wrong with me?

Suddenly Ken leaned forward and slid his arms around Daisuke, pulling him close. Daisuke gave a muffled cry of panic as the violet-eyed genius pressed his lips onto Daisuke's, kissing him passionately. Daisuke tried to break free, but Ken held him tightly. And besides… something really deep down inside of Daisuke… liked it! Ken's lips were soft and inviting, and his slender arms crushing Daisuke against him were warm. Daisuke leaned into the kiss a little bit…

NO! A sensible little voice (one of the few) inside of Daisuke's head shouted. He jerked away, stumbling back a few paces. Daisuke gasped, breathing in deeply, trying to banish the tingling feeling on his lips and the queasy fluttering in his chest. He tried to remember what it felt like to breathe slowly, backing up step by step away from Ken.

"Ken," Daisuke said, at a loss for words, "Ken you're… you're not feeling well. That juice disagreed with you, but it's going to be all right, okay? Iori's checking to see if there is a way to make you feel better."

"But I feel fine!" Ken protested, and he kissed Daisuke again. "In fact, that is the best juice that I have ever had in my entire life. Do you know what the recipe is?" He leaned towards Daisuke again, but the redhead broke away, trying to move backward.

"Daisuke!" That was Iori dashing back into the room, the Froot Loops box in his hand. He ran on over on his short legs, panting breathlessly. "I got the box, but there's…there's…"

"Yes?" Daisuke stammered, straining his head away from Ken's as the blue-haired genius pulled him in for an even stronger hug.

"Yes…" Ken echoed him, taking that to be stammer to be a stammer of contentment.

"There's no antidote!" Iori wailed. "Well, there is one, but you have to send in twenty proofs of purchase to win the recipe and a new pineapple-colored skateboard!"

"WHAT!!?" Daisuke wriggled free of Ken's embrace. "NO WAY! Let me see that!" He snatched the box from Iori and began to read all sides of it, front, middle and back. Sure enough, there was the twenty proofs of purchase advertisement. "WHHHAT kind of scam is this?"

"Hey, what's this?" Ken said. "Froot Loops…you mentioned them earlier."

"Uhhhhh, yeah," Daisuke said, sweat dropping.

"There's a recipe on the side of the box…love potion. They advertise some pretty silly things these days." Ken said. "But hey, check out these ingredients. Mix them all up and you get a very sweet concoction."

"So?"

"I bet this would greatly enhance the flavor of the berry juice I just had," Ken added, taking the box. "Maybe I should go whip up a batch."

"No no no no no!" Daisuke yelped, and began bouncing around.

"I love it when you are all excited like this," Ken chuckled, placing his arm about Daisuke. "You can help me with it…" And before Daisuke could stop him, Ken had dragged him to the door.

"ACK! KEN! No!" Daisuke yelped, thrashing around wildly. "Iori! Do something!"

"I'll… find the others! They should be able to help!" Iori dashed for the door.

"Wait! NO! Iori, come back!" Daisuke screamed, but Ken's smooth hand slid across Daisuke's chest, sweeping around his neck, and gently over Daisuke's mouth, covering it. The redhead swallowed hard and stopped yelling, finding it suddenly hard to get air into his tight, pulsing chest.

"Come on, Daisuke. What's gotten into you?" Ken whispered into Daisuke's ear, his breath tickling the redhead's skin.

"It's just… we have to… go home now! It's late… the teachers…" Daisuke stammered, his voice high and breathy. Ken nodded, releasing him very reluctantly, his hands grazing across the redhead's chest. Daisuke leapt forward, breathing hard.

"I guess you're right," Ken agreed, placing the Froot Loops box on the table. "We should go meet the others. I wonder where Jyou is, though. He said that he'd try that juice out on the older Digi-destined, in case we want it for Sora's party…"

"WHAT?" Daisuke screamed. Ken stared at him. Daisuke ran for the door as fast as his legs could carry him. He slammed through the front doors of the school, ignoring the stares of a few teachers, and ran like hell for the school gates.

"Dai-chan! Wait!" Ken yelled, running to keep up with him. Daisuke rounded the corner, heading for… wait… where did the Digi-destined say they were meeting today? He stopped, then, a second later, felt something warm encircling around him - Ken's arms – and felt the genius' hot breath on his neck.

"Ken… don't!" Daisuke pleaded. "Stop, please!" He didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say. This was all messed up, and it was going to get worse! You're a screwup, Daisuke! A little voice in his head taunted. Hikari will never love you. You've gotten yourself into a mess, Daisuke, and you're going to screw up the other Digi-destineds' lives, too. You're a screwup, a royal screwup, Daisuke! Screeeewup! "No…" Daisuke whispered. Screwup!

To his surprise, Ken let go of him, although one of his hands laced into Daisuke's. "Come on, Daisuke-chan, the others are at Koushiro's house, remember?"

"Oh, right!" Daisuke said. "We have to get there, quick!" He pulled on Ken's hand, and the boy followed along willingly. The two of them showed up at Koushiro's house five minutes later, panting, out of breath, and still holding hands.

Miyako opened the door. "Oh, hi guys!" she exclaimed. "You're late again, but that's okay, because there's nothing to do in the Digital World today so we're not going. But all the Original Digi-destined are here today, too. Even MIMI!" She giggled. "And guess what? Sora's having a party on Friday night, and Jyou brought some awesome juice for us to try… I don't know where he got it, though…" she brought a glass up to her lips and took a huge gulp.

"NO!!!!!!!" Daisuke screeched.

"Daisuke, Daisuke!" Iori cried, pummeling out of the house before Daisuke could lunge at Miyako or before the purple-haired girl noticed that Daisuke and Ken were holding hands. "They've all drank it! All of them! It hasn't taken affect yet, but…"

Suddenly a loud yell sounded from inside the house. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, JYOU?" Taichi's voice came through the door. Daisuke and Iori exchanged horrified looks and slammed past Miyako into the house, Ken still towing along by Daisuke's hand. The three boys burst into the living room where the Digi-destined had gathered, just in time to see Jyou glomp Taichi and drag him behind the couch.

Daisuke collapsed in a nervous breakdown, and Ken tried to cheer him up by kissing him, which didn't quite work as well as he'd planned.

Mimi shrieked. "What's going on here? Jyou, Ta– " she stopped suddenly, a dreamy look passing into her eyes. "My, Takeru," she said suddenly, "You look very, very sexy today…"

"Oh my god…" Iori gasped. "They're all falling in love with the first person they set eyes on after the potion takes effect…"

"Pineapple jello, Iori?" Koushiro asked, obviously totally oblivious to everything that was going on. He held out a bowl of yellow jiggly stuff to the younger boy, who just stared at him. Koushiro blinked, then looked dizzy. Iori suddenly bit back a scream – he's seen that look before!

"Are you sure you don't want any, Iori-chan?" Koushiro asked, his voice suddenly seductive. "I can feed it to you…" he moved forward and Iori ran for cover behind the computer desk.

Daisuke, meanwhile, was trying to get his mind to work enough for him to figure out what to do, but it was kind of hard when Ken was running his hands across his chest and kissing him ever so sexily on the neck. Not to mention the fact that the whole room was in crazy, romantic chaos. "No, Ken! S-s-s-s-stop!" he stuttered, trying to ignore the fire raging in his bloodstream. "Stop! We have to do something!"

"Okay," Ken agreed, kissing Daisuke on the lips, his tongue darting into the redhead's mouth. Daisuke twisted away, gasping for breath.

"No! Not like that, baka!" the redhead yelled. He looked across the room – Jyou and Taichi were still behind the couch (he really didn't want to find out what they were doing back there). Mimi had cornered Takeru, and Sora, who had also looked at Takeru when the potion took effect, was trying to get Takeru herself, but being held back by Hikari. Miyako had walked into the room at exactly the moment when Yamato was trying to walk out of the insanity, and now the two of them seemed to be having quite a good time in the doorway. Koushiro had his bowl of pineapple jello cradled in one arm, and was trying to get Iori out from behind the computer desk. "Oh dear god…" Daisuke whispered. And it's all your fault, screwup!

"Daisuuuuke," Iori was squeaking as Koushiro started to push the desk aside.

"I know, I know," Daisuke tried to reply to his partner in crime, but he his answer came out muffled as Ken seized upon him, another kiss in mind. "Just let me get…mmmph."

"You can sing for me any day," Miyako was giggling. "I love that instrument that you play. It makes you look soooo sexy."

"He's MINE!" Mimi was shrieking, trying to draw TK into her arms, and Sora was grabbing onto his other arm, and shouting something back.

"Mmmmphhh," sounds of something going on with Taichi and Jyou. Daisuke only caught a glimpse of Taichi pop up for a second, then Jyou push him back down out of sight.

"Don't worry, Iori," Daisuke stammered, momentarily slipping free. "If I can get over there, I'll make sure that…"

"Hey, come back!" Ken whispered, as Daisuke hurried over to Iori's aid. "Where are you going? We haven't finished yet!" He held his arms open for a hug, ready to go in for the kill.

Daisuke swallowed. "Uhhhh, Iori…" he stuttered as Koushiro began to attack the computer desk again. "Gotta go!" With that, he dashed off down a hallway.

Ken watched Daisuke vanish. "Do you need help with that desk, Koushiro?" he asked.

"No, no, no, doing just fine," Koushiro said, dropping onto his hands and knees. "You can come on out, Iori. I'm too tall to fit beneath that desk."

"That's exactly the point…"

"Mmmpphhhh!" That was Tai grappling with Jyou again.

"I saw him! He's mine!" Sora screamed.

"Hey, Ken, he's getting away!" Miyako said, taking a breath from passionately kissing Yamato.

"I know," Ken grinned. "But he can't have gone far. I love it when they put up a good chase." He gave Miyako a thumb's up, and then started to stroll down the hallway.

Inside the coat closet, Daisuke's heart was frantically beating…

"Dai-chan!" Ken called, looking around for Daisuke. "Where are you?" Suddenly the sound of crying brought Ken's attention to a broom closet near the door, and he crept forward. "Dai…?" Ken whispered, suddenly concerned. He opened the closet door.

"NO!" Daisuke sobbed. "This is all my fault… it's all my fault!"

"What's your fault?" Ken asked, sliding into the closet and shutting the door behind him to drown out the noise from the living room. "Come on, you can tell me…" he slid his arms gently around the redhead. Daisuke stiffened and let out a strangled sob, trying wildly to pull away, but Ken's hands began stroking his back, soothingly. "Dai-chan," he whispered simply, pressing his lips against the redhead's hair. Daisuke shuddered and sobbed into Ken's chest. The violet-eyed boy didn't say anything – just held Daisuke gently and whispered soothing words. Finally Daisuke's shudders ceased, and he looked up into the violet eyes of Ken, who looked back with such a wonderfully sweet, caring expression in his eyes that Daisuke almost started crying again.

"Oh, Ken…" Daisuke whispered. "It's all my fault… the love potion…"

"Love potion?" Ken asked, one eyebrow rising delicately. "Surely you don't believe in such things?"

"It's true… they work! I made one for Hikari, so she'd love me, but then she didn't end up drinking it… and now everyone has fallen in love with the wrong people, and I don't know what to do, and it's my fault…" he sobbed. "I'm a jerk! A screwup! And they all hate me… they have a right to…" A tear slid from each of his eyes, and he closed them, sniffling. "And then…" he whispered, but didn't finish it. Not out loud, anyway.

Ken watched Daisuke closely for a moment, an unreadable look in his violet eyes. Something crossed his face and he gasped, his eyes unfocused for a second. Then he blinked, and looked at Daisuke again.

"I'm a screwup… nobody will ever love me. Nobody will ever even like me! Oh why, oh why…" Daisuke sobbed. He didn't notice the sudden change in the way Ken looked at him. Ken hesitated for a moment, but then his hands slid up into Daisuke's hair and his thumbs gently wiped the tears from the redhead's eyes.

"Oh, Dai-chan," Ken whispered, kissing the redhead gently on the lips, a soft, butterfly-like caress, so different from his previous kisses. "I love you,"

Daisuke shivered with pleasure, but another tear ran down his cheek. "You're under the influence of a love potion. You have to love me. You can't help it."

No, I can't help it, Daisuke… Ken thought. But not for the reasons that you think… He leaned forward and kissed Daisuke again, gently, and the redhead couldn't suppress a soft moan of pleasure. Ken was surprised – Daisuke almost seemed to be… enjoying this.

"Ken…" Daisuke whispered. "No… this feels so wrong to me. Like I'm taking advantage of you. Like I can't get anybody to love me without some sort of potion… this is all my fault!" he sobbed. It's all my fault, he thought, bitterly. And worst of all, I think I'm falling in love…

Ken gently dropped his hands from Daisuke's hair. "Come on, we've got to get this mess cleared up, then. Or else you'll be no fun," he added impishly. Daisuke couldn't even manage a smile for that. Ken took the redhead's hand and opened the closet door. Once out in the brightly lit hallway, the full impact of what he had done hit Daisuke again, and he let out another strangled sob. Ken caressed the redhead's hand gently.

"I have to find the antidote!" Daisuke whispered.

"Where do we find one?" Ken asked. Daisuke shook his head sadly, wincing as he heard Miyako's yell of pleasure from the other room. "Well you got it from a Froot Loops box, right, Daisuke? Well then why don't we go to the supermarket and see if there are any more recipes on other cereal boxes?" Ken suggested, sliding a hand around Daisuke's waist.

Daisuke looked surprised. "Good idea!" he exclaimed, running for the door. "Come on," he said, catching Ken's hand up in his, and they both ran out the door, shutting it behind them quickly. "We've got to hurry!"

And so the two young boys ran, hand-in-hand, down the street, headed for their goal – the supermarket, and the possible antidote to the love potion gone bad. Both of them had things on their mind that they wouldn't admit – and secrets that they wouldn't reveal.

Not yet, anyway. Not yet.

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