Notes: Fluffy Daiken! Meaning Daisuke and Ken get all sugary-sweet and kissy-kissy.
Bother you? Then don't read it. Or read it, and then feel free to tell me how much you
disliked it. Not bother you? Excellent! Enjoy!
Random Babble: Huzzah! I am ill, and tired, and my head is throbbing violently, so I felt
the need to write this little ficcie. However, because I am ill, and tired, and my head is
throbbing violently, it probably didn't turn out very well at all. ^_^; I rushed it too much
in an effort to get it done so I could send it out and go to bed, it lacks description where
description would make it a much more interesting story, and there are probably a bunch
of grammar and spelling mistakes, but at this point I don't think I care. ^^;; Anyway,
enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ken, Daisuke, Chibimon, Minomon, the train, Tamachi,
Daisuke's apartment, Ken's apartment, the D-terminals, or Brill-O Pad. I do, however,
own the soup, Ken's cold, and his half-eaten rice. So there. :P
/blah/ = Email conversation
'blah' = Thoughts
"blah" = Speak
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Is Such a Thing Allowed?
a.k.a. Chicken Soup at Two in the Morning
By: Michiko
Ken awoke
with a start, jerking to a sitting position in his bed.
"Daisuke!"
he shrieked before clamping a sweaty hand over his mouth upon realizing that
he'd shouted that aloud.
Minomon
blinked up at Ken, having been woken up by his human's yell.
"Ken…what
are you doing?"
Ken glanced
down at his digimon apologetically before rubbing his temples. His head was throbbing, his throat felt like
he had swallowed a brillo-pad, and he was shivering violently despite feeling
feverish. His head swam with the sudden
movement of him waking up, and he felt weak.
"Sorry
Minomon… I just have really weird dreams when I'm sick."
Minomon
smiled and read in Ken's expression what the navy-haired boy was too
embarrassed to say.
"You wish
he was here, don't you?"
Ken blinked
at the small pastel-green ball resting on his pillow.
"What? I…no, not really…well, yeah, okay. I do.
But anyone who's sick wishes he had someone around to pamper him…"
Minomon was
skeptical.
"But you
wish it was Daisuke here to pamper you, don't you? You want him to tuck you in to bed and make you soup and read you
bed time stories and--"
Ken had to
laugh.
"Yeah, I
guess you're right," the boy reluctantly agreed with a heavy sigh. "I think I'll email him."
With this
sudden spark of an idea, Ken grabbed his D-terminal and opened it, typing out a
quick message before sending it and hoping Daisuke would notice he had an
email.
* * * * *
Chibimon
woke up to an incessant beeping, and soon discovered that his human's
D-terminal was causing the noise that had disturbed him from his sleep. Slightly peeved at this, the blue digimon
proceeded to bounce on Daisuke's face in an attempt to wake him up.
"Daisuke! Daisuke!
Daisuke!!
DaisukeDaisukeDaisukeDaisukeDaisuke!"
The
auburn-haired boy rolled over with a groan.
"What?"
"You have
an email."
Daisuke
blinked slowly, trying to wake himself up.
"A…what? At this hour? Who would be crazy enough to…oh."
He had
opened the D-terminal and read the message displayed across the screen.
"Dork," he
cursed upon reading it.
/Daisuke--
Hey.
Ken/
Rolling his
eyes, Daisuke responded.
/Hey
Ken. What are you doing up so late?/
/I'm sick
and having trouble sleeping./
Daisuke
frowned at this. Ken was sick?
"C'mon,
Chibi. We're going to make Ken-chan
some soup."
The digimon
pouted.
"But it's
after two in the morning."
"So? Ken's sick!
We have to save him from the evil viral infection!"
Chibimon
rolled his eyes, but followed Daisuke into the kitchen nonetheless.
/What are
you sick with?/
/Oh,
probably just a cold./
/Sniffly,
sneezy, itchy eyes, fever, grogginess, weakness, headache?/
/Yep. And really weird dreams./
Daisuke
laughed as he filled a pot with chicken broth and noodles.
/Weird
dreams are a cold symptom now?/
/For
me. You were in the one I had tonight./
Daisuke
beamed and paused in his pursuit of spices to tell Chibimon what Ken had just
told him.
"Ken had a
dream about me!" he cried out, trying almost in vain to restrain himself from
bouncing around the apartment with joy.
Chibimon
smiled groggily and attempted to sleep on the kitchen table.
/You had a
dream about me!/
/Don't let
it go to your head./
/Am I the
only one of us you've dreamt about?/
/Only one
of us who?/
/Only one
of us digidestined./
/Oh… I
never said I dreamt about you. I said
you were in the dream./
Daisuke
frowned.
"Oh, fine,
spoil my hopes…" he grumbled as he dumped a few spices into the broth that was
heating on the stove.
/But to
answer your question…yes./
Daisuke's
spoiled hopes were immediately forgotten and he grinned.
/So what
was the dream about?/
Daisuke
waited for the noodles in the broth to soften at the kitchen table and
continued his conversation with Ken.
/I don't
really remember. You died./
Daisuke
scoffed.
"I'm
flattered."
He said
just that in his next message. The
broth on the stove started to boil, and Daisuke dumped the soup into a thermos.
/Sorry. Hey, sorry I woke you up./
Daisuke
smiled.
/No
worries. You're my best friend, Ken,
and I'll always be here for you when you need me. Even if it is at two in the morning./
There was a
pause in the sending of the emails.
Daisuke grabbed the thermos and his keys and put on a pair of slippers,
poking Chibimon awake and walking out of the apartment. By the time he had exited, Ken had
responded.
/Thanks./
Daisuke
quirked an eyebrow.
"That's
it? Just 'Thanks'?"
/Are you
getting tired again?/
"Maybe it
took him so long because he's falling asleep," Daisuke offered to an
uninterested, half-asleep Chibimon.
/No. I was never really tired. I've just been forcing myself to sleep./
Daisuke
decided not to ponder further and continued his email conversation with Ken
even as he headed to the train that would take him to Tamachi with Chibimon.
"Gotta love
twenty-four hour train service…" Daisuke announced when he stepped on the car.
It was
mostly small talk with Ken from there.
/So how's
Minomon?/
/All
right. A little aggravated that I woke
him up./
Once in
Tamachi, Daisuke stepped off the train and headed to Ken's apartment.
/Yeah,
Chibi's angry that he was woken up, too./
/Tell him
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake him
up, too./
/Oh, so you
only meant to disturb me!/
/I told you
I'm sorry!/
Daisuke
climbed the stairs to Ken's apartment.
/I know, I
know, and I told you it doesn't matter.
Because it doesn't./
He stepped
in front of the door to Ken's apartment and knocked on it.
/Someone's
knocking on my door./
Daisuke had
to chuckle.
/Why don't
you go check who it is? You have a
peephole, y'know, and if it's someone who looks threatening, you don't have to
open the door./
There was a
slight hesitation.
/Okay. Hold on./
/Okay./
Daisuke
heard movement and shuffling from inside the apartment, and after a pause, he
heard a startled, "Daisuke?!"
The door
opened, and Ken stood bewildered on the other side of the threshold. Daisuke offered his friend the thermos.
"I made you
soup," Daisuke announced with a wide grin and sparkling eyes.
Ken
blinked, more than slightly confused, and shook his head.
"Come
inside! It's cold out there."
Daisuke did
as he was told, and the two boys walked into the kitchen together.
"You came
all the way over here to give me soup at two in the morning just because I
can't sleep?"
Daisuke
shrugged nonchalantly.
"Yeah. Sit."
Ken took a
seat at the table and watched as Daisuke prepared a bowl of soup for him. That boy was absolutely amazing.
"Here. Eat up."
"Aren't you
going to have any?"
"Nah. I'm not hungry. Besides, it's your soup."
Ken smiled,
a faint pink blush dusting across his pale cheeks. He paused with the spoon touching his lips and frowned.
"I can't
eat in front of you like this."
Daisuke
laughed and went to Ken's refrigerator.
He spotted a bowl filled halfway with rice.
"Yours?" he
asked, showing Ken the bowl.
The
violet-eyed boy nodded, and Daisuke got a pair of chopsticks and joined Ken at
the table to eat. Ken wrinkled his nose
briefly before consuming his noodle soup.
"This is
good. Thank you," Ken praised with an
appreciative smile.
Daisuke
smiled and tilted his head towards the table to hide the blush he knew was
creeping across his face.
"Good. I'm glad you like it."
"Daisuke…?"
Ken asked after a long silence, sounding hesitant and apprehensive.
"Yeah?"
"Would
you…stay here to night? Just to be
here…in case I start feeling worse…" the navy-haired boy asked, adding in his
justification hastily.
Daisuke
beamed again for the second time that night and nodded.
"Absolutely!"
Ken focused
not on Daisuke's enthusiasm and instead focused on keeping his own excitement
from making him do cartwheels and headstands on the kitchen table.
"Great!"
Ken quasi-shouted, grinning.
The two
boys headed into Ken's bedroom, having finished their food already.
"I'll,
uh…sleep on the floor, if you want. And
you can have the bed," Ken offered with a shrug. Daisuke shook his head.
"Don't be
ridiculous. You're the sick one, go
sleep in your own bed."
Ken nodded
soberly and climbed up the ladder to his bed.
Once Ken had tucked himself in tightly and closed his eyes, Daisuke
looked around his friend's room for a comfortable spot of the floor to
crash. He later decided against that
and followed Ken up the ladder, sitting on the edge of the bed so his legs were
dangling over the edge. The redhead
leaned forward and rested his head against Ken's chest.
'This is
nice…' Daisuke thought, snuggling closer to the warmth of Ken's body and
allowing the other boy's smooth breathing and steady heartbeat to lull him to
sleep.
Shifting
slightly, Daisuke reached his arms up to Ken's hair and buried his fingers in
the boy's silken locks, falling asleep entwined with his best friend's body.
* * * * *
Ken jerked
awake with a gasp again, shooting up in his bed and disturbing the Daisuke he
didn't know was there.
"You okay?"
Daisuke asked groggily, wrapping his arms around Ken's waist and nuzzling the
other boy's sternum.
"Yeah, I
just…uhm…" Ken trailed off, feeling small electric shocks of pleasure sparking
from wherever Daisuke was touching him.
Daisuke
seemed to notice Ken's hesitation and paused.
"Oh,
sorry…was that bothering you?" he asked, slightly more awake and a lot more red
than he was before.
"Well,
ahh…no, not really. You can…do it again
if you want."
Daisuke
grinned and tackled Ken to the bed, swinging his legs onto the mattress and
cuddling against the violet-eyed boy's body.
"Can I do
this?" he asked, burying his face in the crook of Ken's neck and tightening his
arms around the boy's waist.
"Y…yeah…"
Daisuke
licked his lips, feeling adventurous.
"Can I do
this?" he asked, swinging one leg over Ken's waist and straddling his
navy-haired friend.
Ken gulped,
turning pink and blinking rapidly.
"Yeah…"
Daisuke bit
his bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud with delight.
"Can I do
this?" he asked again, leaning forward and touching his lips lightly to Ken's
before he had time to react.
It was just
a mere meeting of lips, but the sensations it evoked in both boys were beyond
anything they could have imagined. A
feeling of oneness, a feeling of unity, a feeling of being complete overwhelmed
them and mingled with the electric sensations being transferred from lip to
lip.
When
Daisuke pulled away, Ken's face had darkened to the shade of a cherry.
"D…Daisuke! You could get sick like that!"
Daisuke
laughed and ran his hands through Ken's silky smooth hair.
"Say I
don't care about getting sick. Is such
a thing allowed?"
Ken blinked
and looked away.
"Yeah…"
"Great! Then I'll just do this until you're better,"
Daisuke announced, rolling off to Ken's side and snuggling against the boy's
body again. "And afterwards…well, who
knows?"
Ken smiled
contentedly and cuddled Daisuke.
"Oh,"
Daisuke began speaking again. "And if I
get sick because of this, you get to bring me soup at two in the morning."
Ken laughed.
"You'll
have to get me to wake up first."
