What Might Have Been

What Might Have Been

By Aa-chan

A/N: Gasp, shock, horror! I'm still alive! I've had a lot of things going on in my life without much time to write fanfics, or even watch Digimon (so I actually have no clue what's going on in the series right now, unfortunately L), but everything cleared up and I'm baaaa-aaack! Bwahaha. To celebrate my return to FF, I wrote a good ol' fashioned Kensuke. Yes, I know some of you are getting sick of these, but I'm just soo addicted. ^_^ Don't worry, my next fanfic that I have partly-written lacks any yaoi at all. It's a romance story, though, but with a silly twist. ^_~ Anyways! On with the shounen-ai goodness!

The night was one that made Ken think of the words "chill" and "clarity." The very air seemed sharp around him, and his mind took in every small noise before filing it away. It was humid, especially in his Emperor outfit, and he wished there was at least a slight breeze. But all was still.

Abruptly, a rustling came from the side. Ken turned with a pleased smile to the sight of a lithe figure pushing its way through the trees. Even in the darkness, with only a pale shadow of a moon casting light on the Digital World, the person was recognizable as Davis Motomiya.

He glanced up and, upon seeing Ken, rushed toward him. The Emperor met his embrace. They fumbled for each other almost violently. It seemed a reflection of their usual animosity during the day, when they became archrivals. But now they were only two lonely souls.

Ken wasn't much for poetry, but in moments like this, it seemed true. Time stood still during this precious moment.

Their lips met roughly, hungrily seeking one another. Ken almost laughed as Davis bit his lower lip, pressing himself against his body.

Then he abruptly pulled away. Davis was breathing hard, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ken," he murmured between pants, "I don't understand this."

"Neither do I," Ken replied, looking over the frames of his glasses teasingly. "But it feels good, doesn't it?"

Davis laughed and pulled the wild-haired boy towards him again. Ken briefly wondered what his wholesome little Digidestined friends would think if they saw this scene, then all thoughts of anything but his bronze-eyed, sinuous "enemy" fled.

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Ken lay on the ground, the grass cool beneath his back, hugging Davis tightly to his chest. They gazed up at the dull moon standing guard over the Digital World, surrounded by tiny pricks of light.

Davis mumbled something unintelligible, gripping Ken's shirt. "You love power, don't you." It was a statement rather than a question.

Ken smiled down at him fondly. "Of course."

"Then…then you would never give up your dream of taking over the Digiworld."

"No."

Davis sat up suddenly, squirming from his grip. "Ken, I want you to. I don't know why we're here or what I'm feeling, but I don't want to fight you anymore."

Tension fell between them like a curtain.

Ken knew his eyes had begun to blaze like augers, and he also struggled to a sitting position. "I will never give it up." Oh, he was fond of his little Davis, but sometimes he just wanted to…to hurt him.

"Please, Ken." It sounded pathetic, a whining child.

"You should go," he replied coldly.

Davis stood and brushed off his wrinkled clothing. As he retreated into the bush where the digital gate was located, he glanced over his shoulder. "Sorry, Ken. Bye."

As Ken watched the silhouette merge with the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been. What might have been…