Author's note: Nothing much to say. I haven't decided yet what this is going to be. Probably yaoi and yuri (read warning). I might even make myself right a....gulp.... Kenyako. Ugh, I said it. HELP ME!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I don't own the characters. I only screw with their sexuality for my own perverse pleasure and enjoyment. Damn, this is fun!
Warning: I don't know what this contains, but be prepared for yaoi or yuri, because that's what I like and what I read. Deal with it, or get lost. This is what happens when you write the warning before the fic. Flames start the fire for my place in heaven. Ask my sister:)
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: UH, I don't know yet
Content: See line above.
Daisuke shut the door to his room and laid down on the bed. Chibimon came up and silently nuzzled his cheek. "'suke? What's happened?"
Tears threatening, the boy just shook his head. His little blue digimon didn't ask again. Instead, he hopped away into the darkened corner of Daisuke's room. There, he looked at Patomon who was hiding.
Takeru had come over earlier on in the day to talk to the leader of the younger digi-destined, only to find his brother Matt already there. They had had a long conversation between the three of them before Jun or the Motomiya parents came home. Then all hell had broken loose, forcing Patomon and Chibimon to seek out the protection of Daisuke's room.
The brunette fell asleep, a single tear making its way down his tanned cheek. Chibimon opened the window, and gestured for Patomon to make his escape. "Please, tell T.K. what happened. Maybe he can help!"
"I will, don't worry!" Then the little orange digimon flew out of the window and into the night. It took him several minutes to find the home of his own boy. When he did, he wasted no time in alerting Takeru to the fact that he was there. The blonde pulled his partner into the room and hugged him tightly.
"Oh, T.K.! You shouldn't have left! Davis's father got real mad and hit him. Then they yelled at him a lot, before he hit him again. And Jun just stood there!" The little digimon was shaking in delayed reaction to all that he witnessed.
"What happened? We were just sitting there, and then his dad came in and told us to leave. Why?" They looked at each other in confusion, then turned as Yamato came into the room.
"I just got off the phone with Tai, who spoke with Kari, who spoke with Miyako, who spoke with Daisuke this morning. Anyway, I guess that Daisuke's been failing two of his classes. When his parents found out, they went to talk to him, but he wasn't in his room. What they found instead was his diary."
"What did it say?" Takersu sat down on his bed cross-legged and watched his brother anxiously.
"Nobody knows. Just that whatever it was, it seriously pissed off his parents. They left to go look for him, but he returned home. They finally made it back, and found us there. That's as far as anyone knows. Except, that they went to Ken's, and had a long talk with his parents, too. But nobody's spoken with Ken, and we can't get a hold of either of them now."
"This doesn't look good, Matt. Maybe we should go back over there." The older blonde shook his head.
"Just wait until tomorrow. You can talk to him during class. And I can skip out at lunch to go talk to Ken. Don't worry too much until you know what's really going on. Keep your hope, Take-chan. We may need it."
"You're right. Until tomorrow, brother. Good night."
"Good night, little brother. Sleep well."
Takeru looked at Daisuke the next morning and frowned. His friend had a split lip and a black eye. *I guess Patomon was right, his dad did hit him!* He gestured to Hikari, and pointed at Daisuke. She frowned and shrugged. He shook his head and turned as the teacher started the lesson.
After class, T. K. ran to catch up with Daisuke in the hallway. The other boy wouldn't meet his eyes. "Hey, Dai! Wait up a sec, please!" The brunette slowed down, his gaze resting on the ground. "What's up?"
"Nothing." His voice was flat and expressionless. The usual sparkle and excitement was totally gone for the first time since Takeru had known him. "Excuse me, Takaishi. I have to get to class."
"Hey, Dai! Meet me outside for lunch, 'kay?" The other boy just nodded and walked away. T.K. sighed. "Man!"
"Did you find out what the matter was?" He shook his head at Hikari. "It's bad though isn't it? He looked horrible this morning. His dad really did a job on him. I really want to know what was in that diary. Maybe then, we could help him."
"Kari! That's a great idea. I can send Patomon to his house to get it. Chibimon's there! You're a genius! Later!"
"Sure, T.K. Whatever you say." She watched her friend run off and headed for her own class.
Matt waited for the bell at Ken's school to announce lunch. When it finally rang, he had to wait another five minutes for a familiar, blue-haired boy to come outside, and see him at the gates.
"Ishida? Why are you here?" Ken's voice was curious, and more that a little worried.
"I just needed to talk to you. About Daisuke." The younger boy nodded in understanding. "Can you spare a few minutes? Or will you get in trouble for being over here?"
Slipping between the gates, Ken smiled slightly. "I can't get in trouble if they can't see me. I guess you heard that they found his journal? I thought as much. I'm also assuming that you don't know what was in it?"
"Two points, genius. I'm just trying to help. Takeru and I were over there when his parents came home. They wasted no time in kicking us out. The last I heard, his dad had hit him. We got that from Patomon when he finally made it home to T.K.'s. He got stuck in his room."
Another nod. "I don't know what he wrote. His dad came, thinking that I would know where he was. He spoke briefly to my mom and dad, and then left. They asked me if I knew where he was, and then they excused themselves for the night. I don't know what was said."
"Thanks for talking to me, Ken. I appreciate it. I'll call you if we figure out what's going on."
"Thank you. Same here. Goodbye, Ishida."
Matt smiled at the other's formality. "Bye, Ichijouji."
Takeru stood in the shade of a tree, waiting impatiently while Daisuke ambled slowly toward him. When the brunette finally reached him, T.K .was in a state of extreme agitation.
"Okay, Motomiya, let's get the ball rolling. What did you write that so pissed off your parents? What happened when we left? And what exactly are you going home to, tonight?"
"Gosh, T.J. Why don't you start the interrogation with the hard questions?" There was no anger or real feeling behind the comeback. Just a sense of resignation. Takeru felt himself losing his faith in his ability to pull his friend back from whatever ledge he was on.
"Sorry, Dai. I've just been really worried. You look like hell, and you seem..."
"Lifeless!" Hikari walked up to them quickly and looked Daisuke in the eye. He just watched her with blank eyes. "What happened, Dai-chan? Tell us, please! We're really worried."
"Why not wait until Patomon gets back with my diary? Oh, wait. Chibimon brought it to me first. Oops." Now his voice was edged with the barest hint of anger. *Maybe I can work on that!* T.K. thought.
"Spill it, Dai." Kari looked at him wordlessly as his voice turned hard. A single dark eyebrow raised threateningly. Then brown eyes narrowed.
"Simply put: I hate my parents and I wish I didn't have to put up with them. I secretly plan ways to kill my sister, and myself. I'm also gay, which is the reason behind the lip. The eye is because I stole a hundred dollars from my father after Christmas." Two pairs of wide eyes regarded him in stunned silence. "Now that I've shut you up, we can drop this. As for what I go home to. My father won't lay a hand on me ever again. We've reached an...understanding."
He walked away and his friends looked at each other. Neither of them had ever seen that cold unmerciful glint in his eyes before. He had spoken with suck calm frankness, that he might have been discussing the weather. The warning bell rang and they walked back to the building without a word.
"So, what did you find out?" Yamato had picked Takeru up from school and was giving him a ride home.
"It's not good. Dai totally freaked out Kari and I today. I asked him to meet me at lunch, and then I had this bright idea to bring his diary here, so I sent Patomon to his house. Exveemon gave it to Dai instead. He barely reacted to anything until he exploded."
Pulling out of the parking lot and setting out for the Takaishi apartment, Matt looked at his brother. "And?"
"And Dai's gay, suicidal, homicidal, and may be on the verge of scaring his parents and everyone else silly. He used to seem so... dopey and innocent, like he was too out of it to be a threat to anything for anything. Except to the Kaizer, but that's been a while. Today, though, he was..."
"Frightening?" The other boy nodded as his brother supplied the word. "Maybe we've all been so caught up in our own lives that we haven't bothered trying to see beneath all that he puts on show."
"You're right, of course. I think that I'm going to go back over there today. He said something really odd, about him and his father having an understanding. Just the way he said it, so tonelessly, has me worried. Maybe I can get him to open up."
"I think you'd best take Ken with you. They are best friends. And he'll want to talk to Dai, too. And maybe Kari. That way his parent's won't think that you're there to date him." The blonde smiled slightly.
"Yama-san. That wasn't funny." Blue eyes looked into blue as they both stifled their laughter. "You are right, of course. Again. Maybe you and Tai should come, too. He idolizes him...You don't think that maybe....?"
"That he might like Taichi? It's possible. We won't know unless we ask him, though. I'll call Yagami, you call Ichijouji, and we'll try to be there at five. The sooner the better. For once, I don't have band practice."
"Good plan. Bye, Matt." They pulled in front of the apartment complex, and said their good-byes. "Five o'clock."
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This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, excluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I don't own the characters. I only screw with their sexuality for my own perverse pleasure and enjoyment. Damn, this is fun!
Warning: I don't know what this contains, but be prepared for yaoi or yuri, because that's what I like and what I read. Deal with it, or get lost. This is what happens when you write the warning before the fic. Flames start the fire for my place in heaven. Ask my sister:)
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: UH, I don't know yet
Content: See line above.
Daisuke shut the door to his room and laid down on the bed. Chibimon came up and silently nuzzled his cheek. "'suke? What's happened?"
Tears threatening, the boy just shook his head. His little blue digimon didn't ask again. Instead, he hopped away into the darkened corner of Daisuke's room. There, he looked at Patomon who was hiding.
Takeru had come over earlier on in the day to talk to the leader of the younger digi-destined, only to find his brother Matt already there. They had had a long conversation between the three of them before Jun or the Motomiya parents came home. Then all hell had broken loose, forcing Patomon and Chibimon to seek out the protection of Daisuke's room.
The brunette fell asleep, a single tear making its way down his tanned cheek. Chibimon opened the window, and gestured for Patomon to make his escape. "Please, tell T.K. what happened. Maybe he can help!"
"I will, don't worry!" Then the little orange digimon flew out of the window and into the night. It took him several minutes to find the home of his own boy. When he did, he wasted no time in alerting Takeru to the fact that he was there. The blonde pulled his partner into the room and hugged him tightly.
"Oh, T.K.! You shouldn't have left! Davis's father got real mad and hit him. Then they yelled at him a lot, before he hit him again. And Jun just stood there!" The little digimon was shaking in delayed reaction to all that he witnessed.
"What happened? We were just sitting there, and then his dad came in and told us to leave. Why?" They looked at each other in confusion, then turned as Yamato came into the room.
"I just got off the phone with Tai, who spoke with Kari, who spoke with Miyako, who spoke with Daisuke this morning. Anyway, I guess that Daisuke's been failing two of his classes. When his parents found out, they went to talk to him, but he wasn't in his room. What they found instead was his diary."
"What did it say?" Takersu sat down on his bed cross-legged and watched his brother anxiously.
"Nobody knows. Just that whatever it was, it seriously pissed off his parents. They left to go look for him, but he returned home. They finally made it back, and found us there. That's as far as anyone knows. Except, that they went to Ken's, and had a long talk with his parents, too. But nobody's spoken with Ken, and we can't get a hold of either of them now."
"This doesn't look good, Matt. Maybe we should go back over there." The older blonde shook his head.
"Just wait until tomorrow. You can talk to him during class. And I can skip out at lunch to go talk to Ken. Don't worry too much until you know what's really going on. Keep your hope, Take-chan. We may need it."
"You're right. Until tomorrow, brother. Good night."
"Good night, little brother. Sleep well."
Takeru looked at Daisuke the next morning and frowned. His friend had a split lip and a black eye. *I guess Patomon was right, his dad did hit him!* He gestured to Hikari, and pointed at Daisuke. She frowned and shrugged. He shook his head and turned as the teacher started the lesson.
After class, T. K. ran to catch up with Daisuke in the hallway. The other boy wouldn't meet his eyes. "Hey, Dai! Wait up a sec, please!" The brunette slowed down, his gaze resting on the ground. "What's up?"
"Nothing." His voice was flat and expressionless. The usual sparkle and excitement was totally gone for the first time since Takeru had known him. "Excuse me, Takaishi. I have to get to class."
"Hey, Dai! Meet me outside for lunch, 'kay?" The other boy just nodded and walked away. T.K. sighed. "Man!"
"Did you find out what the matter was?" He shook his head at Hikari. "It's bad though isn't it? He looked horrible this morning. His dad really did a job on him. I really want to know what was in that diary. Maybe then, we could help him."
"Kari! That's a great idea. I can send Patomon to his house to get it. Chibimon's there! You're a genius! Later!"
"Sure, T.K. Whatever you say." She watched her friend run off and headed for her own class.
Matt waited for the bell at Ken's school to announce lunch. When it finally rang, he had to wait another five minutes for a familiar, blue-haired boy to come outside, and see him at the gates.
"Ishida? Why are you here?" Ken's voice was curious, and more that a little worried.
"I just needed to talk to you. About Daisuke." The younger boy nodded in understanding. "Can you spare a few minutes? Or will you get in trouble for being over here?"
Slipping between the gates, Ken smiled slightly. "I can't get in trouble if they can't see me. I guess you heard that they found his journal? I thought as much. I'm also assuming that you don't know what was in it?"
"Two points, genius. I'm just trying to help. Takeru and I were over there when his parents came home. They wasted no time in kicking us out. The last I heard, his dad had hit him. We got that from Patomon when he finally made it home to T.K.'s. He got stuck in his room."
Another nod. "I don't know what he wrote. His dad came, thinking that I would know where he was. He spoke briefly to my mom and dad, and then left. They asked me if I knew where he was, and then they excused themselves for the night. I don't know what was said."
"Thanks for talking to me, Ken. I appreciate it. I'll call you if we figure out what's going on."
"Thank you. Same here. Goodbye, Ishida."
Matt smiled at the other's formality. "Bye, Ichijouji."
Takeru stood in the shade of a tree, waiting impatiently while Daisuke ambled slowly toward him. When the brunette finally reached him, T.K .was in a state of extreme agitation.
"Okay, Motomiya, let's get the ball rolling. What did you write that so pissed off your parents? What happened when we left? And what exactly are you going home to, tonight?"
"Gosh, T.J. Why don't you start the interrogation with the hard questions?" There was no anger or real feeling behind the comeback. Just a sense of resignation. Takeru felt himself losing his faith in his ability to pull his friend back from whatever ledge he was on.
"Sorry, Dai. I've just been really worried. You look like hell, and you seem..."
"Lifeless!" Hikari walked up to them quickly and looked Daisuke in the eye. He just watched her with blank eyes. "What happened, Dai-chan? Tell us, please! We're really worried."
"Why not wait until Patomon gets back with my diary? Oh, wait. Chibimon brought it to me first. Oops." Now his voice was edged with the barest hint of anger. *Maybe I can work on that!* T.K. thought.
"Spill it, Dai." Kari looked at him wordlessly as his voice turned hard. A single dark eyebrow raised threateningly. Then brown eyes narrowed.
"Simply put: I hate my parents and I wish I didn't have to put up with them. I secretly plan ways to kill my sister, and myself. I'm also gay, which is the reason behind the lip. The eye is because I stole a hundred dollars from my father after Christmas." Two pairs of wide eyes regarded him in stunned silence. "Now that I've shut you up, we can drop this. As for what I go home to. My father won't lay a hand on me ever again. We've reached an...understanding."
He walked away and his friends looked at each other. Neither of them had ever seen that cold unmerciful glint in his eyes before. He had spoken with suck calm frankness, that he might have been discussing the weather. The warning bell rang and they walked back to the building without a word.
"So, what did you find out?" Yamato had picked Takeru up from school and was giving him a ride home.
"It's not good. Dai totally freaked out Kari and I today. I asked him to meet me at lunch, and then I had this bright idea to bring his diary here, so I sent Patomon to his house. Exveemon gave it to Dai instead. He barely reacted to anything until he exploded."
Pulling out of the parking lot and setting out for the Takaishi apartment, Matt looked at his brother. "And?"
"And Dai's gay, suicidal, homicidal, and may be on the verge of scaring his parents and everyone else silly. He used to seem so... dopey and innocent, like he was too out of it to be a threat to anything for anything. Except to the Kaizer, but that's been a while. Today, though, he was..."
"Frightening?" The other boy nodded as his brother supplied the word. "Maybe we've all been so caught up in our own lives that we haven't bothered trying to see beneath all that he puts on show."
"You're right, of course. I think that I'm going to go back over there today. He said something really odd, about him and his father having an understanding. Just the way he said it, so tonelessly, has me worried. Maybe I can get him to open up."
"I think you'd best take Ken with you. They are best friends. And he'll want to talk to Dai, too. And maybe Kari. That way his parent's won't think that you're there to date him." The blonde smiled slightly.
"Yama-san. That wasn't funny." Blue eyes looked into blue as they both stifled their laughter. "You are right, of course. Again. Maybe you and Tai should come, too. He idolizes him...You don't think that maybe....?"
"That he might like Taichi? It's possible. We won't know unless we ask him, though. I'll call Yagami, you call Ichijouji, and we'll try to be there at five. The sooner the better. For once, I don't have band practice."
"Good plan. Bye, Matt." They pulled in front of the apartment complex, and said their good-byes. "Five o'clock."
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This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, excluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com