Author's note: I am a yaoi fan. I like Daisuke with just about any guy from 01 and 02. I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed this so far. For those asking for your fave couple, I would like you to know that I didn't ignore anyone's request on purpose, I just thought about a couple of things. After rereading the beginning and middle sections of this, I realized something that I had missed before. I had to go back and answer a couple of questions, and realized that the answers were more complicated one way than another, and that's where this next part comes from, as well as what follows.
Confused? Good. It's in my job description.
Disclaimer: it. own Don't
Warning: Yaoi. You already know this will be yaoi. Don't yell at me for any of the couplings, please. If I disappoint anyone, email me, and I promise to try to write a fic that's more to your liking, just tell me what that is.
raegan_1@hotmail.com.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Undecided
Content: Yaoi
They managed to catch the bus to Tamachi, finding the public transport oddly empty for the early evening. They found seats in the back, and sat with the aisle between them. Dai felt oddly bereft without his friends contact, but he didn't say anything. Ken was staring thoughtfully out of the window.
The silence between them stretched on, unbroken but for the sound of the engine and the wheels on the pavement. The few other passengers were quiet, also. Daisuke leaned his head against the seat, and let his thoughts wander. He thought of Veemon, who he had left at his apartment. Again. With a feeling of guilt, he shook his head.
What a terrific friend he was, abandoning his partner after he'd been there for him. He made a mental note to pick him up in the morning. He knew that his parents wouldn't be up before eleven, and he could catch the nine o'clock train and be there before they woke up. With that plan in mind, he slipped into sleep, eyelids sliding down over his brown eyes.
Ken looked over, and caught his friend in slumber. It was the second time that day that he had fallen asleep, and he was starting to worry for his friend. It wasn't a good sign if he slept all day. It meant that he wasn't getting enough sleep at night. Insomnia could be evidence of depression and anxiety, which he knew Daisuke suffered from. He would have to find a way to make the redhead go to the doctor's.
He turned his attention back out the window, watching for the familiar landmarks that would let him know that he was close to home, and could wake Dai up. He thought ahead, to what he would say to his parents, and decided to tell them the whole truth. They deserved nothing less, and he knew that they'd try to understand and help.
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A/N: I wanted to remind everyone that I love Ken, and he is my hero. He just has a problem communicating with his parents, and some things just come out wrong.
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Ken unlocked his front door, and pushed it open, letting Dai step into the hallway ahead of him. They slipped off their shoes, and wandered through the apartment in socks. It was comfortable on the plush carpet of the Ichijouji home.
"Go on in, and lay down. I'll talk to my parents, and come get you for dinner around seven-thirty." Dai nodded, and trodded through to Ken's room. The blue-haired genius walked into the kitchen, and watched his mother cooking for a couple of minutes before coughing to let her know that he was there.
She turned around in surprise, and then smiled. "Oh, Ken, honey. I didn't realize you were home already. How was your afternoon?" She began to set the table, and he grabbed the silverware to help.
"It was fine, Momma. I brought Daisuke home, but he's laying down. He's really tired." She looked at him with concern.
"Is everything okay? His father seemed very upset the other day, but he didn't say much." That answered Ken's quiestion of what his parents knew. At that moment, his father walked in.
"Hello, son. Anything new? I saw your little friend go into your room. He looked pretty beat." He stressed the word beat, and Ken rememberd that Dai's eye was still bruised, and swollen, and his lip was cut.
"He's kind of in trouble right now. His parents read something that they shouldn't have, and they freaked out. His dad hit him, a couple of times, and he doesn't want to have to go home. I was hoping that he could stay here for a while."
His mother gave his father a look, and he consented. "Of course. You know that Daisuke's always welcome here."
"Wait before you say that. There's more."
Daisuke shut the door behind him, and walked to Ken's bed, crawling beneath the covers. He closed his eyes, but couldn't work up the feeling of tiredness he'd had. It seemed that his little naps today had done the charm, because he wasn't tired.
He got up, and made his way back towards the kitchen, his feet noiseless. He heard Mr. Ichijouji speak, and was about to enter the kitchen, his heart light, when Ken's voice stopped him.
"There's more." He paused, leaning against the wall. His friend's subdued tones warned him that what Ken said wasn't met for his ears. He didn't leave, though. That would have been the polite thing, not eavesdropping after his parent had been nice enough to let him stay.
"What's the matter, honey?" His mother asked, and Dai could see her approaching her son, searching his face, and smoothing his hair back.
"This is private, so don't say anything to Dai about it, please?" He paused, and the boy in question could guess that the parents were nodding in agreement. "He's gay. Which isn't really that big of a secret, but I screwed up after I learnt that. I started getting kind of jumpy. I know that he'd never do anything, but it made me uncomfortable."
"There's nothing wrong with a person, just because they happen to be attracted to their own gender." Daisuke smiled, wanting to hug Mr. Ichijouji. There was a man who wouldn't hate him, unlike his own father.
"I know. I finally got over that. That's not the worst part, yet. Not bad, worst, but the most tangled, worst."
"Go ahead, dear." His mother encouraged. Daisuke nodded, wanting to hear more. So what if the Ichijouji's didn't look at him the same as before, they didn't hate him.
A chair scraped, then two more moved across the linoleum floor. "When we got done with lunch, we went back to Ishida-san's apartment. Dai and I left early, and took the elevator down. We spoke, and he cried. And I kind of kept my arm around him the whole time through the lobby, and outside."
"Did you come straight home?" A leading question, making it easier for him to piece it together.
"No. We went back to the Motomiya's, to get his clothes. His father had company, a Mr. Tagami. His father said something, not outright insulting, but with enough of an undertone that I caught it. To piss him off, I held Dai's hand till we left the apartment. We even sat in the living room and answered questions about our 'relationship'."
"You pretended that you and Daisuke were dating?" His father, confused.
His mother joined in. "Or were you pretending?" Dai pushed away from the wall, standing at attention, awaiting the answer.
"That's the tangled part. Dai's my best friend. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him, sometimes. He keeps me sane, and he drags me out of myself. And I get the feeling, this vibe from him, that his feelings run a little deeper towards me."
"Do you love him? Like that?" His father again.
There was a pause, and a sigh. "No." He could picture his friend, rubbing the skin under his right ear in concentration, trying to find the words. "I wish I could, though. I'm afraid of telling him that I don't feel the same way, and I think that I've been sending signals that I do."
"You have to be honest with him, honey. If you don't love him beyond friendship, he has a right to know. Especially if he feels as strongly for you as you think he does. Otherwise you'll hurt him."
"I'll hurt him, no matter when I tell him. He has...anxiety and depression problems, and I don't want to trigger them. He scared the crap out of me, and some of our friends yesterday. I'm scared of what he'll do if I tell him. He's a danger to himself, momma, and should he do something rash, it'll be my fault."
Daisuke listened to the guilt in his friends voice, along with the worry, and the pity.
Ken listened to his parent's advice, then left the kitchen to check on Daisuke. He felt slightly guilty that he had told them so much, but they deserved his honesty. So did Daisuke.
He pushed open the door to his room, and was hit by a cool breeze. Blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene quickly. The bed was empty, and the window leading to the fire escape was wide open. He ran to it, and looked over the sill in time to see auburn hair reach the bottom, and start running.
"Daisuke!" He ran out of his room, and through the apartment. "Daisuke ran off, I'll be back when I find him!" He tossed the words at his parents. With little patience, he put his shoes on, then grabbed Dai's.
He took the stairs, muttering under his breath the whole way. "Damn, damn, damn, damn." The litany ended when he reached the lobby and a mother with her children scowled at him. "Sorry."
Outside, he headed in the direction that Daisuke had gone. It would take them to the busstop, and also to the train station. He ran as quickly as he could, breath coming harder and harder. He slowed down when he reached the bus-stop, and saw brown eyes looking at him from the back seat. Then Dai turned away, leaving Ken to watch as the bus drove back towards Odaiba.
"Dais. I'm sorry." With a quick decision, he started running again, this time toward the train. He still had a chance of catching his friend.
Confused? Good. It's in my job description.
Disclaimer: it. own Don't
Warning: Yaoi. You already know this will be yaoi. Don't yell at me for any of the couplings, please. If I disappoint anyone, email me, and I promise to try to write a fic that's more to your liking, just tell me what that is.
raegan_1@hotmail.com.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Undecided
Content: Yaoi
They managed to catch the bus to Tamachi, finding the public transport oddly empty for the early evening. They found seats in the back, and sat with the aisle between them. Dai felt oddly bereft without his friends contact, but he didn't say anything. Ken was staring thoughtfully out of the window.
The silence between them stretched on, unbroken but for the sound of the engine and the wheels on the pavement. The few other passengers were quiet, also. Daisuke leaned his head against the seat, and let his thoughts wander. He thought of Veemon, who he had left at his apartment. Again. With a feeling of guilt, he shook his head.
What a terrific friend he was, abandoning his partner after he'd been there for him. He made a mental note to pick him up in the morning. He knew that his parents wouldn't be up before eleven, and he could catch the nine o'clock train and be there before they woke up. With that plan in mind, he slipped into sleep, eyelids sliding down over his brown eyes.
Ken looked over, and caught his friend in slumber. It was the second time that day that he had fallen asleep, and he was starting to worry for his friend. It wasn't a good sign if he slept all day. It meant that he wasn't getting enough sleep at night. Insomnia could be evidence of depression and anxiety, which he knew Daisuke suffered from. He would have to find a way to make the redhead go to the doctor's.
He turned his attention back out the window, watching for the familiar landmarks that would let him know that he was close to home, and could wake Dai up. He thought ahead, to what he would say to his parents, and decided to tell them the whole truth. They deserved nothing less, and he knew that they'd try to understand and help.
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A/N: I wanted to remind everyone that I love Ken, and he is my hero. He just has a problem communicating with his parents, and some things just come out wrong.
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Ken unlocked his front door, and pushed it open, letting Dai step into the hallway ahead of him. They slipped off their shoes, and wandered through the apartment in socks. It was comfortable on the plush carpet of the Ichijouji home.
"Go on in, and lay down. I'll talk to my parents, and come get you for dinner around seven-thirty." Dai nodded, and trodded through to Ken's room. The blue-haired genius walked into the kitchen, and watched his mother cooking for a couple of minutes before coughing to let her know that he was there.
She turned around in surprise, and then smiled. "Oh, Ken, honey. I didn't realize you were home already. How was your afternoon?" She began to set the table, and he grabbed the silverware to help.
"It was fine, Momma. I brought Daisuke home, but he's laying down. He's really tired." She looked at him with concern.
"Is everything okay? His father seemed very upset the other day, but he didn't say much." That answered Ken's quiestion of what his parents knew. At that moment, his father walked in.
"Hello, son. Anything new? I saw your little friend go into your room. He looked pretty beat." He stressed the word beat, and Ken rememberd that Dai's eye was still bruised, and swollen, and his lip was cut.
"He's kind of in trouble right now. His parents read something that they shouldn't have, and they freaked out. His dad hit him, a couple of times, and he doesn't want to have to go home. I was hoping that he could stay here for a while."
His mother gave his father a look, and he consented. "Of course. You know that Daisuke's always welcome here."
"Wait before you say that. There's more."
Daisuke shut the door behind him, and walked to Ken's bed, crawling beneath the covers. He closed his eyes, but couldn't work up the feeling of tiredness he'd had. It seemed that his little naps today had done the charm, because he wasn't tired.
He got up, and made his way back towards the kitchen, his feet noiseless. He heard Mr. Ichijouji speak, and was about to enter the kitchen, his heart light, when Ken's voice stopped him.
"There's more." He paused, leaning against the wall. His friend's subdued tones warned him that what Ken said wasn't met for his ears. He didn't leave, though. That would have been the polite thing, not eavesdropping after his parent had been nice enough to let him stay.
"What's the matter, honey?" His mother asked, and Dai could see her approaching her son, searching his face, and smoothing his hair back.
"This is private, so don't say anything to Dai about it, please?" He paused, and the boy in question could guess that the parents were nodding in agreement. "He's gay. Which isn't really that big of a secret, but I screwed up after I learnt that. I started getting kind of jumpy. I know that he'd never do anything, but it made me uncomfortable."
"There's nothing wrong with a person, just because they happen to be attracted to their own gender." Daisuke smiled, wanting to hug Mr. Ichijouji. There was a man who wouldn't hate him, unlike his own father.
"I know. I finally got over that. That's not the worst part, yet. Not bad, worst, but the most tangled, worst."
"Go ahead, dear." His mother encouraged. Daisuke nodded, wanting to hear more. So what if the Ichijouji's didn't look at him the same as before, they didn't hate him.
A chair scraped, then two more moved across the linoleum floor. "When we got done with lunch, we went back to Ishida-san's apartment. Dai and I left early, and took the elevator down. We spoke, and he cried. And I kind of kept my arm around him the whole time through the lobby, and outside."
"Did you come straight home?" A leading question, making it easier for him to piece it together.
"No. We went back to the Motomiya's, to get his clothes. His father had company, a Mr. Tagami. His father said something, not outright insulting, but with enough of an undertone that I caught it. To piss him off, I held Dai's hand till we left the apartment. We even sat in the living room and answered questions about our 'relationship'."
"You pretended that you and Daisuke were dating?" His father, confused.
His mother joined in. "Or were you pretending?" Dai pushed away from the wall, standing at attention, awaiting the answer.
"That's the tangled part. Dai's my best friend. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him, sometimes. He keeps me sane, and he drags me out of myself. And I get the feeling, this vibe from him, that his feelings run a little deeper towards me."
"Do you love him? Like that?" His father again.
There was a pause, and a sigh. "No." He could picture his friend, rubbing the skin under his right ear in concentration, trying to find the words. "I wish I could, though. I'm afraid of telling him that I don't feel the same way, and I think that I've been sending signals that I do."
"You have to be honest with him, honey. If you don't love him beyond friendship, he has a right to know. Especially if he feels as strongly for you as you think he does. Otherwise you'll hurt him."
"I'll hurt him, no matter when I tell him. He has...anxiety and depression problems, and I don't want to trigger them. He scared the crap out of me, and some of our friends yesterday. I'm scared of what he'll do if I tell him. He's a danger to himself, momma, and should he do something rash, it'll be my fault."
Daisuke listened to the guilt in his friends voice, along with the worry, and the pity.
Ken listened to his parent's advice, then left the kitchen to check on Daisuke. He felt slightly guilty that he had told them so much, but they deserved his honesty. So did Daisuke.
He pushed open the door to his room, and was hit by a cool breeze. Blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene quickly. The bed was empty, and the window leading to the fire escape was wide open. He ran to it, and looked over the sill in time to see auburn hair reach the bottom, and start running.
"Daisuke!" He ran out of his room, and through the apartment. "Daisuke ran off, I'll be back when I find him!" He tossed the words at his parents. With little patience, he put his shoes on, then grabbed Dai's.
He took the stairs, muttering under his breath the whole way. "Damn, damn, damn, damn." The litany ended when he reached the lobby and a mother with her children scowled at him. "Sorry."
Outside, he headed in the direction that Daisuke had gone. It would take them to the busstop, and also to the train station. He ran as quickly as he could, breath coming harder and harder. He slowed down when he reached the bus-stop, and saw brown eyes looking at him from the back seat. Then Dai turned away, leaving Ken to watch as the bus drove back towards Odaiba.
"Dais. I'm sorry." With a quick decision, he started running again, this time toward the train. He still had a chance of catching his friend.