Someone to Love Me
A/N: I wrote
this when I was feeling a little down about my own life. I can only imagine how
Daisuke must feel about his own.. it's certainly far from simply.
This is a POV
fic, from the perspective of Daisuke/Davis. It's not my best work, but I'm
happy enough with it. R & R Please.
Warnings: Ever
so slight hint of shounen-ai... nothing to worry about though.
Disclaimer: I
don't own Digimon. If I did, the ending of the second season would have been
much, much better.
Enjoy!
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Plop.
That was the
sound of me crashing down onto my bed, exhausted. I lay there, staring into the
ceiling fan. Spinning, spinning, spinning...
It had been a
rough day... a fight with my mom in the morning, losing a soccer game, and now
this. Getting home, only to find out that Jun had taken off and I had to make
dinner for myself.
Forget it, I said to myself. My stomach can wait.
Ruuuumble.
I blinked,
looking down at my noisy tummy. Okay, so maybe it couldn't.
My stomach
always had had a mind of its own.
Oh geez, now
I'm being rude.
I apologize, I
never introduced myself.
My name is
Daisuke Motomiya, better known to my friends as Davis.
I'm 11 years
old, with reddish brown hair, and brown eyes.
I'm in the
seventh grade, in junior high school,
And I'm the
captain of our soccer team.
I live with my
parents and my older sister, Jun.
And I am
completely alone.
Don't get me
wrong... I have plenty of friends. In fact, I'm one of a special group of kids
called the digidestined. Myself, along with my friends Kari, T.K., Yolie, Cody
and Ken, daily save the digital world along with our own from its destruction.
But that
doesn't mean I'm not lonely.
In fact, I'm
probably one of the loneliest guys I know.
I stand up,
and walk out the door of my room towards the kitchen. I open the cupboard and
pull out a pack of instand noodles. I pour them in a bowl and add water,
placing it in the microwave and setting the time.
You see, I
haven't always been popular. Actually, when I was little, my family moved
around a lot. I never really got the chance to get close to people.. I'd go to
a new school every year, so I never kept friends for very long. It seemed that
just as I began to make good buddies, that's when my dad would tell us we were
moving again.
Then at the
end of last year, my family moved here.
So what has
changed to make this time different?
I guess I've
just tried to change things this time. Instead of shying around like I usually
do, I started talking to people right from the start, trying to make friends. I
think I came off a little strong, and maybe I scared some people off because of
that. But it's just because I want to meet people I can call my friends.
And I guess I have... I mean, I've got the gang, right?
But for some
reason... I just don't feel complete.
Not like I
thought I would, anyway.
Maybe it's
because I haven't known the other kids long enough.
Or maybe it's
because somewhere in my heart, I don't think they really like me back?
Or maybe...
it's because it's not friendship I'm looking for.
Maybe it's
something more.
Maybe I'm
looking for someone to love.
Or for someone
to love me.
Nah, Daisuke,
snap out of it.
I'm fine
alone, just fine.
Beep.
I open the
microwave door and pull out the bowl. Great, I burned it again... now it would
taste like something Jun would make. I sit down on the counter, strirring the
flavour packet's contents into the bowl slowly, and return to my thoughts.
So if I'm so
fine alone... why am I feeling this way?
Who knows...
maybe I'm just screwed up.
I smile on
that thought.
I know a lot
of people who would make cracks at me if they heard that one.
Not that
people are mean to me..
I guess they
just tease me sometimes 'cause they know I can take it.
After all, I
do tend to act pretty bold.
But I do take
it to heart... because I'm not an outgoing person, really.
That's not who
I am on the inside.
I'm actually
pretty shy...
It just never
seemed to get me anywhere before.
So I put on a
bit of a mask.
Is that so
wrong?
I mean.. look
where it's gotten me.
I've got more
friends than I ever have before.
And that IS
what I wanted.
But...
But no one
really knows me.
And I guess
that makes me sad.
After all...
there's no one I can really be myself around.
I used to
think that maybe if I acted all cool, that Kari would like me.
After all, god
knows I've liked her since I first saw her.
But it seems
that she just enjoys stringing me along.
Never really
giving me a chance... just doing what she can to make me jealous... even using
T.K.
Do I really
deserve that?
On the other
hand, there's Ken..
He seems to
have done just the opposite.
He's always
been honest with me, always given me a chance.
Well, since he
stopped being the Digimon Keizer, anyway.
But he gives
me every reason to be myself.
And I don't
know.. when I'm around him, I kinda want to be.
Geez.. if I
didn't know better, I'd think I liked the guy.
But no, I
don't like boys like that.
I'm too normal
for that. Besides, I like Kari.
I throw away
the wrappers, and bring my bowl down to the table, sitting down to eat.
I don't really
know the others too well.
Takeru and I
have never been the best of friends.
He's a nice
guy and all, but I think he likes Kari too.
So that makes
things weird...
And I get the
feeling he doesn't like me.
I mean, T.K.
likes EVERYONE. And everyone likes T.K.
So why am I
any different?
And Cody, he's
a pretty quiet kid.
He doesn't
tend to really talk to me, unless it's something important.
And when he
does talk, he always sounds like something that you'd read in a fortune cookie.
He's one weird
kid...
But does he
really like me?
As for
Yolie... well, we tend to fight a lot.
She gets at me
for everything I say.. I can't seem to do any good in her eyes.
Geez, it's not
like she's perfect or anything.
Am I just
doing something wrong? Why else would everyone always look at me like an idiot?
Yeah, I'm not
a complete moron. I see the way people look at me every time I open my mouth.
Half the time I think they would rather follow a living doll that me.
I look down at
my digivice. The crest of friendship. Yeah, right.
Whoever chose
me for that role must have had a pretty big sense of humour.
I sighed,
scooped the last of the noodles into my mouth, and picked up my bowl, putting
it in the dishwasher. I headed back towards my room.
No matter
what, though, they were my friends.
I'm probably
just paranoid..
Never really
trusting anyone can do that to a guy.
Plop.
I land on my
bed, and zone back out, staring at my fan. Spinning, spinning, spinning.
If I do have
friendship, why do I feel so empty?
Maybe I'm just
looking for someone to love.
Or for someone to love me.
