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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