I accidentally deleted this one. What an idiot. With the addition of this chapter, I also fixed everything wrong with the other chapters.
On with the story.
My life, seriously, couldn't be better.
Daisuke and I just moved into our new apartment, in the 'Digidestined's Building'. All of us live here, with the newest additions being Daisuke and I.
The others talked to the landlord and managed to get us a great deal on the rent. There is one one problem, one wrench in the. . . what the hell is the end of that phrase? Gear or something? Whatever. Well, the landlord is a bit of a homophobe, so Daisuke, Taichi, Yamato and I have to be a bit discrete. It's really not that much of a bother.
The Digidestined haven't really changed at all. Hikari is still sweetness and light, Miyako still acts and talks before she thinks, although I have to admit it is getting better. Takeru still wears that ridiculous hat, and Daisuke is just as stubborn and courageous as he used to be. He was the one that started our whole relationship. Iori is taller, and doesn't have to fight to get a word in. Other than that, same old Iori. He even has a Kendo workout room. //AN: I thought Kendo Dojo sounded wrong. . .//
Everything in finally falling into place!
With a little of my tutoring and coaxing the admissions board, Daisuke and I now attend the same liberal arts college in the city. I am taking journalism, and I hope to work at the newspaper. Daisuke is taking art, and I personally think he will be successful. Call it a biased opinion if you will, I call it love.
Right now, I am lying on my half of the big king-size bed that I share with Daisuke. He is currently lying next to me.
I am on my back, with my limbs spread loosely over my and a little of Daisuke's half of the bed. He is lazily drawing random lines over my chest.
"Dai."
I say it for no reason, mostly because I love the sound of it.
"Hmmn?" He gives an inquiring mumble.
"What are you thinking?" I ask out of curiosity, but he seems to take the question seriously.
"How long do you think this will last?"
"Well, I hope forever."
He mulls the question over in his mind, I can see by the cute expression that comes over his face when he bites his lip and lowers his eyebrows. "Ummhmm. . . I have to get to class, soon I think."
"What time is it?"
He rolls over onto his back, and raises his wrist to my line of vision. "What does Rocket say?"
Rocket, of course, being his watch. He saw it in the store, and immediately thought it was like me when we were kids playing soccer. It was sporty and black, with forest green accents, and he took my soccer nickname for it. "9:15"
//AN: True story, I have a watch similar to that and I named it Rocket.//
"Oh shit, really?" He jumps into a sitting position, and nearly bolts right out of the house. "I gotta go."
He leaves my field of vision, and I hear the front door slam.
Daisuke's classes don't start until 10:20. And he said he was late.
Something doesn't add up. But no, Daisuke would never do that! Maybe he needs to buy a newspaper, or forgot to do a paper and is now doing it in the campus library.
Right?
Right?
~
I don't have classes today, and Hikari and Miyako were free. We decided to have a picnic, as Digidestined often have little get-togethers, in the park across the street from our building.
I reach the feild covered in the softest grass -I- have ever felt, and I see Miyako and Hikari in the center on a tarp.
"Yo, Ichijouji!" Miyako yells, -extremely- loud. I raise a hand to shield my face, and the blush that was coming to it, and walk over to her.
"Hello, Ken." At least Hikari knows how to be polite.
"Hello ladies. All's quiet on the western front?"
"What the hell?"
"Nothing Miyako. What's new?"
"Well, Mimi knows this guy that is coming to Japan in about 2 months. And she said that when he came, she would set us up. We've been talking on the phone a bit, and I know everything about him, most importantly that he's a FOX! . . ."
I let my attention trail off. When Miyako was like that, you couldn't get a word in edge-wise. I nod when Hikari nods, I learned that quickly after once incident when I nodded out of place and got slapped for it. So I figure Hikari must be listening, as she listens to everybody, and I am in the clear.
~
We all walked home together, splitting off when we each reached our apartments. Upon opening the door, I could see the answering machine blinking.
I hit the play button for the first message.
It was just a cold-caller, wanting me to change me long distance carrier. I hit delete and then played the second one.
It was Columbia House, and apparently Daisuke had taken them up on the 12 Cd's for a penny, and then never paid the shipping and handling that thy always caught you on. I insisted upon paying it, but Daisuke was adamant.
//AN: *starts laughing*//
The third message was from my parents. My father got a promotion at work, and they wanted to celebrate with me at home. I pulled a sheet of paper off of the sticky pad on the message board, and wrote down the time and date, and to remind myself to buy the train ticket.
I hit the play button for the fourth message.
"Ken. . . Ken, it's Daisuke. I'm not coming home today. I'm sorry, but this isn't working. Goodbye."
What? This isn't right. Something is definitely wrong. I replayed the message.
Sure enough, the same thing played back to me. What does that mean?
And then it hit me. The whole thing came crashing down on my head. I gripped the counter to stop my fall as my knees gave out, but I ended up slipping and landing on the floor. Hurt, in more ways than one, I dragged myself to my bedroom. This was going to be a long night.
On with the story.
My life, seriously, couldn't be better.
Daisuke and I just moved into our new apartment, in the 'Digidestined's Building'. All of us live here, with the newest additions being Daisuke and I.
The others talked to the landlord and managed to get us a great deal on the rent. There is one one problem, one wrench in the. . . what the hell is the end of that phrase? Gear or something? Whatever. Well, the landlord is a bit of a homophobe, so Daisuke, Taichi, Yamato and I have to be a bit discrete. It's really not that much of a bother.
The Digidestined haven't really changed at all. Hikari is still sweetness and light, Miyako still acts and talks before she thinks, although I have to admit it is getting better. Takeru still wears that ridiculous hat, and Daisuke is just as stubborn and courageous as he used to be. He was the one that started our whole relationship. Iori is taller, and doesn't have to fight to get a word in. Other than that, same old Iori. He even has a Kendo workout room. //AN: I thought Kendo Dojo sounded wrong. . .//
Everything in finally falling into place!
With a little of my tutoring and coaxing the admissions board, Daisuke and I now attend the same liberal arts college in the city. I am taking journalism, and I hope to work at the newspaper. Daisuke is taking art, and I personally think he will be successful. Call it a biased opinion if you will, I call it love.
Right now, I am lying on my half of the big king-size bed that I share with Daisuke. He is currently lying next to me.
I am on my back, with my limbs spread loosely over my and a little of Daisuke's half of the bed. He is lazily drawing random lines over my chest.
"Dai."
I say it for no reason, mostly because I love the sound of it.
"Hmmn?" He gives an inquiring mumble.
"What are you thinking?" I ask out of curiosity, but he seems to take the question seriously.
"How long do you think this will last?"
"Well, I hope forever."
He mulls the question over in his mind, I can see by the cute expression that comes over his face when he bites his lip and lowers his eyebrows. "Ummhmm. . . I have to get to class, soon I think."
"What time is it?"
He rolls over onto his back, and raises his wrist to my line of vision. "What does Rocket say?"
Rocket, of course, being his watch. He saw it in the store, and immediately thought it was like me when we were kids playing soccer. It was sporty and black, with forest green accents, and he took my soccer nickname for it. "9:15"
//AN: True story, I have a watch similar to that and I named it Rocket.//
"Oh shit, really?" He jumps into a sitting position, and nearly bolts right out of the house. "I gotta go."
He leaves my field of vision, and I hear the front door slam.
Daisuke's classes don't start until 10:20. And he said he was late.
Something doesn't add up. But no, Daisuke would never do that! Maybe he needs to buy a newspaper, or forgot to do a paper and is now doing it in the campus library.
Right?
Right?
~
I don't have classes today, and Hikari and Miyako were free. We decided to have a picnic, as Digidestined often have little get-togethers, in the park across the street from our building.
I reach the feild covered in the softest grass -I- have ever felt, and I see Miyako and Hikari in the center on a tarp.
"Yo, Ichijouji!" Miyako yells, -extremely- loud. I raise a hand to shield my face, and the blush that was coming to it, and walk over to her.
"Hello, Ken." At least Hikari knows how to be polite.
"Hello ladies. All's quiet on the western front?"
"What the hell?"
"Nothing Miyako. What's new?"
"Well, Mimi knows this guy that is coming to Japan in about 2 months. And she said that when he came, she would set us up. We've been talking on the phone a bit, and I know everything about him, most importantly that he's a FOX! . . ."
I let my attention trail off. When Miyako was like that, you couldn't get a word in edge-wise. I nod when Hikari nods, I learned that quickly after once incident when I nodded out of place and got slapped for it. So I figure Hikari must be listening, as she listens to everybody, and I am in the clear.
~
We all walked home together, splitting off when we each reached our apartments. Upon opening the door, I could see the answering machine blinking.
I hit the play button for the first message.
It was just a cold-caller, wanting me to change me long distance carrier. I hit delete and then played the second one.
It was Columbia House, and apparently Daisuke had taken them up on the 12 Cd's for a penny, and then never paid the shipping and handling that thy always caught you on. I insisted upon paying it, but Daisuke was adamant.
//AN: *starts laughing*//
The third message was from my parents. My father got a promotion at work, and they wanted to celebrate with me at home. I pulled a sheet of paper off of the sticky pad on the message board, and wrote down the time and date, and to remind myself to buy the train ticket.
I hit the play button for the fourth message.
"Ken. . . Ken, it's Daisuke. I'm not coming home today. I'm sorry, but this isn't working. Goodbye."
What? This isn't right. Something is definitely wrong. I replayed the message.
Sure enough, the same thing played back to me. What does that mean?
And then it hit me. The whole thing came crashing down on my head. I gripped the counter to stop my fall as my knees gave out, but I ended up slipping and landing on the floor. Hurt, in more ways than one, I dragged myself to my bedroom. This was going to be a long night.