Author's note: Since I don't dislike any of the characters, whenever someone pops up, expect them to be nice and caring to the point of OOC-ness. With a few exceptions.
Dislcaimer: Rae doesn't own Digimon, the show, its characters, the company that owns it, its affiliates, and does not recieve a profit for original works of fanfiction.
Warning: Nothing really different from the last...10 chapters. I didn't go with Ep 50 couples at all.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Undecided
Content: Yaoi, couple referencing. No more hints.
Miyako lead him upstairs to her apartment, refusing to let go of his hand at any time. He tried teasing her about it, on the way up in the elevator, but she had turned to him with a serious expression, and said, "You need the contact, Dai."
That had shut him up quickly. He was unable to refute that statement, especially when he knew she was right. There was a craving for the human touch within him. Deep down, he needed to be held, and they both knew it. They also knew that Miyako couldn't give him all the comfort he needed.
She opened the door, and pulled him inside. "Hi, Momma. Dai's going to stay here, if that's okay. He's gay, so you don't have to worry." So saying, she dragged him to her bedroom.
"Did you have to tell her that?" Dai didn't know whether to laugh at her bluntness, or feel insulted.
"I didn't say it to offend you, Dai. My family is really quite open with its feelings. They won't judge you. And, this way, you can stay here, and not have to go home."
He sighed. "Thanks, Miya. I appreciate your taking me in like this."
"It's no problem. I'm here. That's what friends are for." She shut the door, and leaned against it. "Now, tell me what happened today."
Another sigh, this one defeated. "It didn't really start today. On Thursday, my parents found my diary. It mentioned things like, my sexual preferences, suicide, homicide, and theft. Needless to say, it pushed my dad over the edge. They left to find me. I came home, and Matt and TK came over. They were only there for a couple of minutes, when my parents came home and kicked them out."
"Then what happened?" He sat down at her computer chair, backwards, so he could cross his arms over the back.
"My father made them leave, hit me twice." He gestured to his still swollwen eye, and split lip. "We fought. Friday came, and Takeru and Hikari cornered me. I freaked out a little, and left. When I got home, they followed me, and confronted me. Ken, Kari, Matt, Tai, and TK told me that they'd take me to lunch today. When they were gone, my father had taken my radio. I went into the kitchen, where they were eating, and confronted him. He said something, and I flipped."
He paused, wincing at the memory. "What did you do, then?"
"I grabbed a knife, and pinned him to the floor. I told him how it was going to be, that we would coexist in that house, and he'd respect my friends. Then I went back into my room, and stayed there. I woke up this morning, and Ken came over. Then we joined TK, and Kari and their brothers. We went to lunch, but didn't eat, 'cuz a bully from school decided to target me. Takeru punched him out for me, though." He smiled at her. "He knocked him on his butt, it was cool."
She laughed at the image. "It's hard to see TK blowing up like that. It would have been cool."
"Beyond cool. Anyway, we went to Matt's for icecream, and Ken questioned me. He asked me what was really going on, and stuff. The other's had disappeared into the other rooms, so we were alone. Then we left, and we went to my place, to get my stuff."
"What did your father say?" She asked, when his voice trailed off.
"There was this man there, with his wife. Somebody he works with. Ken pretended that he was my boyfriend, and we had to sit while they interrogated us. Finally, we made it to his place, and he sent me to his room to lie down. Meanwhile, he told his parents that he was basically going to do anything to keep me from hurting myself, or others."
"Ouch." He looked at her, surprised at her depth of understanding. "To know that a friend is acting out of guilt and fear, especially when those emotions are aimed at you, is hard."
"It really sucks, knowing that he'd go out with me tomorrow, just to keep me from jumping off a cliff, or something stupid. He has so little faith in me, that he actually believes I'm weak enough to do something like that."
"He really does care, though. You have to realize that. Maybe he's just afraid of hurting you to the point where you won't want anything to do with him."
"Then he does't know me very well."
"I doubt any of us do, Dai." He looked at her as she spoke gently. "You have kept so much of yourself hidden from us. Does anyone truly understand what's going on in your life?"
He thought that out, weighing her words. "Your right. I was thinking the same thing on the way here. I've kept to myself, not telling anyone that could help me with what was going on."
They were interrupted by the beeping of Miyako's D-terminal. She frowned at it as she pulled it out of her pocket, and read the message. She typed something in, and put it away again.
"Who was that?" Daisuke was half-afraid of the answer.
"Don't worry, it wasn't Ken. It was from Takeru, telling me that Ken's trying to find you. I told him to tell Ken not to worry, and to go home. I also told him not to send him here."
"Thanks. I don't really want to face him right now." She nodded in agreement, pushing away from the door as she did so. He watched her as she walked to the bed, and sat down on the edge. "What do you think I should do?"
"I think, that first of all, you have to tell everyone what's going on. We all deserve to know, even the older kids. We can call a meeting for tomorrow, and hope that everyone shows."
"Thanks, Miyako. I really do appreciate everything you've done for me, and for being there for me." A knock sounded on the door, and it opened before either one could say a thing. Takeru walked in, blue eyes hard.
"Come in, Takeru." Miyako said, sarcastically. His gaze settled on Daisuke as he shut the door.
"You." It was an accusation. He pulled his hat off, and ran his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "Dammit, Dai! Why the hell did you run off? Ken's calling everyone from a payphone at the trainstation, because he forgot money. I had to send a message to the others, telling them that you were okay. You scared the hell out of us!"
"Shut up, Takeru!" Miyako intervened. "Ken told his parents that he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't do everything he could for Dai, including pretending to be his boyfriend. Dai ran off, because he didn't want his friend doing something stupid out of guilt and fear."
"Oh." He smiled sheepishly at his friends. "Sorry. After today, and yesterday, I kind of freaked out, not knowing what you were going to do."
"Thanks for the concern, TK." Daisuke accepted the explanation easily. "I'm okay, though, really. Miyako caught me coming off the bus, and is going to let me stay here."
"That's good." He nodded, lookin around uncomfortably. Now that he was out of steam, and yelling at him wasn't necessary, he didn't know what to say. "So, uh. What's new?"
It was a lame question, and they all knew it. Takeru had the grace to blush, but waited for an answer, anyway. Miyako just shook her head sadly, hiding a smile at his awkwardness. Daisuke shrugged, his smile warming at his friend's attempt at conversation.
"Nothing much. Ken told my father off today, in front of a guest. It was rather impressive."
"More impressive than me taking out the punk from today?" Takeru put a hand to his chest in mock-alarm. They all chuckled. "I'm hurt, Dai. There I was, saving you from that creep, risking my life and lunch, and to you it's not enough." He sniffled, looking away and drawing in a shaky breath. Miyako and Daisuke both laughed, and he looked at them out of the corner of his eye. "I'm good, aren't I?" His grin was pure conceit, and only made them laugh louder.
That was the way that Ken found them. He had looked at the message from Takeru, and deduced where Daisuke was. He wanted things to be straight between them as soon as possible. Daisuke happened to look past Takeru, his mirth dying quickly. Miyako caught on, and approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Takeru turned around, putting his hands on his hips. Three pair of eyes waited for Ken to make the next move.
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End note: For some reason, since I've kept writing this, the chapters seem to have gotten longer. I started out with just 6KB stories, but all the ones I've written recently, even the chapters, have approximitaly 10 KB per section. It's really weird. Anyway. I hope that everyone is enjoying this. Poor Ken. It looks like it's 3 to 1.
Also: I don't speak Japanese, or any language outside of English, and Spanish (sparingly). I use the titles of respect, and affection: -san, -chan, -sempai-. -chan=affection -san & -sempai=respect
Dislcaimer: Rae doesn't own Digimon, the show, its characters, the company that owns it, its affiliates, and does not recieve a profit for original works of fanfiction.
Warning: Nothing really different from the last...10 chapters. I didn't go with Ep 50 couples at all.
___________________
Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Undecided
Content: Yaoi, couple referencing. No more hints.
Miyako lead him upstairs to her apartment, refusing to let go of his hand at any time. He tried teasing her about it, on the way up in the elevator, but she had turned to him with a serious expression, and said, "You need the contact, Dai."
That had shut him up quickly. He was unable to refute that statement, especially when he knew she was right. There was a craving for the human touch within him. Deep down, he needed to be held, and they both knew it. They also knew that Miyako couldn't give him all the comfort he needed.
She opened the door, and pulled him inside. "Hi, Momma. Dai's going to stay here, if that's okay. He's gay, so you don't have to worry." So saying, she dragged him to her bedroom.
"Did you have to tell her that?" Dai didn't know whether to laugh at her bluntness, or feel insulted.
"I didn't say it to offend you, Dai. My family is really quite open with its feelings. They won't judge you. And, this way, you can stay here, and not have to go home."
He sighed. "Thanks, Miya. I appreciate your taking me in like this."
"It's no problem. I'm here. That's what friends are for." She shut the door, and leaned against it. "Now, tell me what happened today."
Another sigh, this one defeated. "It didn't really start today. On Thursday, my parents found my diary. It mentioned things like, my sexual preferences, suicide, homicide, and theft. Needless to say, it pushed my dad over the edge. They left to find me. I came home, and Matt and TK came over. They were only there for a couple of minutes, when my parents came home and kicked them out."
"Then what happened?" He sat down at her computer chair, backwards, so he could cross his arms over the back.
"My father made them leave, hit me twice." He gestured to his still swollwen eye, and split lip. "We fought. Friday came, and Takeru and Hikari cornered me. I freaked out a little, and left. When I got home, they followed me, and confronted me. Ken, Kari, Matt, Tai, and TK told me that they'd take me to lunch today. When they were gone, my father had taken my radio. I went into the kitchen, where they were eating, and confronted him. He said something, and I flipped."
He paused, wincing at the memory. "What did you do, then?"
"I grabbed a knife, and pinned him to the floor. I told him how it was going to be, that we would coexist in that house, and he'd respect my friends. Then I went back into my room, and stayed there. I woke up this morning, and Ken came over. Then we joined TK, and Kari and their brothers. We went to lunch, but didn't eat, 'cuz a bully from school decided to target me. Takeru punched him out for me, though." He smiled at her. "He knocked him on his butt, it was cool."
She laughed at the image. "It's hard to see TK blowing up like that. It would have been cool."
"Beyond cool. Anyway, we went to Matt's for icecream, and Ken questioned me. He asked me what was really going on, and stuff. The other's had disappeared into the other rooms, so we were alone. Then we left, and we went to my place, to get my stuff."
"What did your father say?" She asked, when his voice trailed off.
"There was this man there, with his wife. Somebody he works with. Ken pretended that he was my boyfriend, and we had to sit while they interrogated us. Finally, we made it to his place, and he sent me to his room to lie down. Meanwhile, he told his parents that he was basically going to do anything to keep me from hurting myself, or others."
"Ouch." He looked at her, surprised at her depth of understanding. "To know that a friend is acting out of guilt and fear, especially when those emotions are aimed at you, is hard."
"It really sucks, knowing that he'd go out with me tomorrow, just to keep me from jumping off a cliff, or something stupid. He has so little faith in me, that he actually believes I'm weak enough to do something like that."
"He really does care, though. You have to realize that. Maybe he's just afraid of hurting you to the point where you won't want anything to do with him."
"Then he does't know me very well."
"I doubt any of us do, Dai." He looked at her as she spoke gently. "You have kept so much of yourself hidden from us. Does anyone truly understand what's going on in your life?"
He thought that out, weighing her words. "Your right. I was thinking the same thing on the way here. I've kept to myself, not telling anyone that could help me with what was going on."
They were interrupted by the beeping of Miyako's D-terminal. She frowned at it as she pulled it out of her pocket, and read the message. She typed something in, and put it away again.
"Who was that?" Daisuke was half-afraid of the answer.
"Don't worry, it wasn't Ken. It was from Takeru, telling me that Ken's trying to find you. I told him to tell Ken not to worry, and to go home. I also told him not to send him here."
"Thanks. I don't really want to face him right now." She nodded in agreement, pushing away from the door as she did so. He watched her as she walked to the bed, and sat down on the edge. "What do you think I should do?"
"I think, that first of all, you have to tell everyone what's going on. We all deserve to know, even the older kids. We can call a meeting for tomorrow, and hope that everyone shows."
"Thanks, Miyako. I really do appreciate everything you've done for me, and for being there for me." A knock sounded on the door, and it opened before either one could say a thing. Takeru walked in, blue eyes hard.
"Come in, Takeru." Miyako said, sarcastically. His gaze settled on Daisuke as he shut the door.
"You." It was an accusation. He pulled his hat off, and ran his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "Dammit, Dai! Why the hell did you run off? Ken's calling everyone from a payphone at the trainstation, because he forgot money. I had to send a message to the others, telling them that you were okay. You scared the hell out of us!"
"Shut up, Takeru!" Miyako intervened. "Ken told his parents that he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't do everything he could for Dai, including pretending to be his boyfriend. Dai ran off, because he didn't want his friend doing something stupid out of guilt and fear."
"Oh." He smiled sheepishly at his friends. "Sorry. After today, and yesterday, I kind of freaked out, not knowing what you were going to do."
"Thanks for the concern, TK." Daisuke accepted the explanation easily. "I'm okay, though, really. Miyako caught me coming off the bus, and is going to let me stay here."
"That's good." He nodded, lookin around uncomfortably. Now that he was out of steam, and yelling at him wasn't necessary, he didn't know what to say. "So, uh. What's new?"
It was a lame question, and they all knew it. Takeru had the grace to blush, but waited for an answer, anyway. Miyako just shook her head sadly, hiding a smile at his awkwardness. Daisuke shrugged, his smile warming at his friend's attempt at conversation.
"Nothing much. Ken told my father off today, in front of a guest. It was rather impressive."
"More impressive than me taking out the punk from today?" Takeru put a hand to his chest in mock-alarm. They all chuckled. "I'm hurt, Dai. There I was, saving you from that creep, risking my life and lunch, and to you it's not enough." He sniffled, looking away and drawing in a shaky breath. Miyako and Daisuke both laughed, and he looked at them out of the corner of his eye. "I'm good, aren't I?" His grin was pure conceit, and only made them laugh louder.
That was the way that Ken found them. He had looked at the message from Takeru, and deduced where Daisuke was. He wanted things to be straight between them as soon as possible. Daisuke happened to look past Takeru, his mirth dying quickly. Miyako caught on, and approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Takeru turned around, putting his hands on his hips. Three pair of eyes waited for Ken to make the next move.
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End note: For some reason, since I've kept writing this, the chapters seem to have gotten longer. I started out with just 6KB stories, but all the ones I've written recently, even the chapters, have approximitaly 10 KB per section. It's really weird. Anyway. I hope that everyone is enjoying this. Poor Ken. It looks like it's 3 to 1.
Also: I don't speak Japanese, or any language outside of English, and Spanish (sparingly). I use the titles of respect, and affection: -san, -chan, -sempai-. -chan=affection -san & -sempai=respect