O.K., for all of you who said Takeru wouldn't be
homophobic, I honestly don't think he would either. It's just his own fear of (replace
with psychiatrist talk), which his explains his sudden reaction to whatever
happened. Now, let's get on with the fic!
p.s: I will be switching P.O.V.'s
p.p.s: There will be Hiyako in this.
d/c: I do not own any Digimon characters, the show
concept or anything related to the show. Capish? I don't own capish either.
'Accidents' Happen
Ice Cream
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Daisuke
~*~*~*~
12:36
I woke up. Yeah, story of my life. I woke up. I guess
you can't really describe the state between consciousness and sleep. It's odd.
I was in it. Then, I just popped out. All of you should know what it's like,
unless you have so much homework you've forgotten what sleep is. But hopefully,
you haven't.
Speaking of hope, where is he?
Snore....
Oh. Asleep. Dope. I'm hungry. That means I might have
to do something for myself. Damn you Takeru! Dumb blond...
I could wake him up...
'Na.' I pushed the thought out of my head. Takeru was
nice enough to come over and take care of me when he really didn't have to, and
I didn't want to make him even more P.O'ed at me then he already was.
I slowly climb down, wincing all the way. Damn leg. I
hate it when I break things. In about 5 minutes I've managed to crawl out of
bed, down the ladder and half way into the hallway. Ooooh, mom would be proud.
I make my way to the kitchen, and think. What can I
make without blowing up the house in my condition?
I blanked out. What COULD I make?
Cereal. Pour some milk on top of crusty, dry thingies
they try to pass off for food and I'll be O.K. At least 95% of it was sugar or
sugar related. The other 5% was rat poison. At least that was my explanation
for the over all crappiness of it.
I mentally shrugged. I could eat it. That's about all
I cared. Like my sister said, I rarely ever tasted the food so it didn't matter
either way for me.
I hobbled over to the cupboard, and slowly, but very
slowly got up on it. I'
ll tell you, it hurt, but food was worth it.
Or so I thought.
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Takeru
~*~*~*~
12:40
I didn't get very much sleep last night. I kept
tossing and turning, wondering why Daisuke's comment bothered me so much. I
mean, I didn't mind gay people. I thought they were cool.
Didn't I?
Of course I did. I mean, my brother was gay, wasn't
he?
No he wasn't!
Yes!
No!
Yes!
No!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What?
THUMP!
Slowly, I opened my eyes, as a string of curses came
from the kitchen. It sounded an awful lot like Daisuke...
I checked the top bunk. He wasn't there. I smirked. I
couldn't wait to see what he had gotten himself into.
But when I arrived in the kitchen, I found out I could
wait.
"God damn it!" Daisuke sat up in the middle
of the floor, his crutches lying by his side. Cereal poured itself all around
the place, and I mean everywhere. It was on the floor, counter, table, and a
trail lead itself into the next room. Some of it had landed into open stuff,
and all over the boy himself.
Then, I slowly realized that the milk had been
involved as well. The container laid on its side, it's contents poured all over
the floor, mingling with the cereal. Some of it had even made it to the wall,
where remnants of cereal stuck to it. I groaned.
"Damn it Daisuke, are you O.K?" I asked. He
gave a groan.
"Tell my wife I love her, and tell my children
the turkey needs to be defrosted." Yeah, he was fine.
"Stupid baka." I murmured, helping him up.
He took my hand, and I pulled him up.
"Thanks." he said.
"Yeah. No..." I realized something. We were
close. Too close. Our noses nearly touched as I looked into his bright,
cinnamon eyes, with a shine in them that just seemed to ignite something within
me...
We stayed there for a moment, just staring into each other's
eyes. Then, Daisuke suddenly took a step back, blushing slightly.
"Um, last night?" he asked, seeming hesitant.
"No biggie."
"K." There was another moment or so of
silence, as we refused to look at each other, and twiddled our thumbs.
"Um, how did this happen?" I asked, trying
to break the silence.
"Well, you see, since you were top damn lazy to
get up," I groaned. This was going to take a while.
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1:04
After a long tale, which involved Digimon, Dragons,
anime characters, Latin Americans pop stars, and everything in-between, I shut
up him.
"Let's just get this cleaned up before the milk
soaks through the floor boards." I said.
"O.K." he agreed. So we mopped it all up
with paper towels, which were oddly absorbent. I smirked as I looked at the
brand name. I was going to have to get this.
After the half an hour clean up, Daisuke and I finally
sat down on the couch and sighed.
"Never...work.... hard.... ya." he muttered,
closing his eyes.
"Hm." I tried to nod, but my neck hurt.
"Make.... me...breakfast."
"No."
"Me hungry."
"Not.... proper...stuff."
"Go to hell. First make the breakfast." he
retorted. I groaned.
"Don't you have anything instant?"
"Probably, but instant stuff is crap stuff. Can't
we just get your brother to come over and make us breakfast?"
"Actually..."
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2:00
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Daisuke
~*~*~*~
"So what's the emergency?" Yamato asked.
"We're hungry!" Takeru exclaimed. Yamato
took a moment to process this.
"You mean, there's nothing wrong with Daisuke?" he asked.
"Not any more then usual!" I called out from
the sofa. He blinked as everything became apparent.
"I can't believe it." Yamato muttered and
Takeru ushered him into the doorway. "I'm skipping school because you guys
are hungry." Takeru thought about this for a moment.
"Give my bro a prize." He groaned. And then his horribly blue eyes
wandered over to me.
"And I suppose this is your fault?" he
growled. I paused.
"If I say yes will you break my other leg?"
He sighed.
"Stop corrupting my little brother." I
rolled my eyes.
"Yamato, he's had plenty of chances to infest my food with rat poison.
It's not my fault he never took the chance."
"Don't give my brother ideas." Takeru warned
as he pushed his older brother into the kitchen. "Now cook!" There
was a growl, and then Takeru came and sat down beside me.
"You're brilliant Daisuke." He put out his
hand, and I slapped it.
"What else would you expect from the master of disaster?"
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"Stupid, no good son of a..." Yamato was
still swearing away at the boys as they were eating breakfast.
"Hey, don't insult my mother, hot shot."
Daisuke warned.
"Or what?" Yamato demanded, giving Daisuke a
harsh glare. The younger child simply sunk lower into his chair, and gazed up
at Yamato with puppy eyes. Takeru laughed, and Yamato's gaze softened, until he
was almost smiling.
"Oh well. I can't wait to see the work you two
have to catch up on." The two boys groaned.
"Yamato!" Takeru groaned. He smiled evilly.
"Just can't
wait..."
Yep, there's the end. A real cliffhanger, ne? Oh well.
See you next week.
Lilac