Author's note: At present, I'm undecided (ha, ha) about how to end this fic. Ideas/suggestions? raegan_1@hotmail.com
Rrr. Growl.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Warning: What follows is a jumbled mess that I couldn't figure out what to do with. That said, enjoy.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Undecided
Content: Yaoi.
The silence seemed unending. Ken didn't know what to say, now that he'd finally caught up with his friend. How could he explain what he had said in a way that sounded reasonable, without bumbling like he had with his parents. He didn't want to fight with Daisuke, he didn't want to be at odds with him.
But he didn't know what to say to Dai that would make it all better.
Takeru backed away, giving him room to breath and think. The blonde wasn't glaring at him, but the blue iris's were flashing warnings. They seemed to say, 'if you hurt him, you will feel my wrath'. An image of the punk at the restaurant floated through his mind, only to be dismissed.
The look from Miyako's purple eyes appeared to speak the same thing in a gentler tone, along with an added, 'be gentle'. That was a given. They were in this situation because he had wanted to avoid causing Dai pain.
"Stop trying to spare me, Ken." The words coincided with what he had been thinking, and he looked sharply at Daisuke, wondering if he had spoken aloud. Brown eyes looked back at him impatiently.
"Sorry, Dai." He licked his lips.
"For what?" Daisuke encouraged him, much the same as his parents had done earlier.
"For telling them so much, and for not talking to you about it. I made assumptions, and I shouldn't have."
"What kind of assumptions?" Indigo eyes looked at their audience uncertainly.
"For assuming that you'd hurt anybody, especially yourself. For telling my parents that assumption without proof that you would hurt anyone. I'm sorry for upsetting you enough to make you run away."
The redhead nodded, looking sagely at him. "That's a lot to be sorry for." He smiled slightly, a vague sadness in his eyes. "I never asked you to be anything more than my friend, Ken. What you did to my father today was wonderful, but I didn't take anything more from your performance than that appreciation."
Ken coughed, searching for the words. "Then, uh, you don't...I mean, you're not...?" He shrugged, breaking off.
Daisuke laughed. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He looked away, seemingly amused.
"Oh." Ken felt something slip through him, and released a pent up breath as he did so. His reaction was close enough to relief that it caused Daisuke to grin wider.
"Geez, Ken. Don't sound so disappointed." Ken blushed, looking away from Dai to face a smirking Miyako.
"Well, now. We've got that out of the way." Takeru rubbed his hands together. "I have to go home. My mom's going away tomorrow, and I'm supposed to be awake when she leaves. Thanks, Miyako, for letting me barge in. Glad to see things working out for you, Dai. Nice to...nevermind. I'll see everyone later." Takeru smiled at them and left.
"Are you coming home with me, Dai?" Ken asked. The redhead looked at Miyako and shook his head.
"Nah. I'm going to stay here, and bug Miya for a while. I'll call you tomorrow. I doubt my father's over today, so I'm going to need a place tomorrow night."
"Sure. Talk to you both later." Ken bowed and left.
The two people left didn't know what to say. They stared at fixtures on the wall, at their nails, anywhere instead of looking at each other. It was an uneasy silence.
"Well." Miyako started.
"So." Daisuke giggled. "That was interesting."
She joined him. "Very. I don't think I've ever seen Ken look so out of place."
"And Takeru, trying to be protective, and blend into the walls at the same time."
"I caught you." He looked at her, confused. He raised an eyebrow in question. "You told me that you loved someone earlier, and meant it, too. That means that you've got the hots for a certain digi-destined male."
"Yeah." He said it simply, seeing no use in denying it.
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, intent on him and his reply. He shook his head. "Come on, Dai! I'll help hook you two up!"
"I don't think that that would be as easy as you make it sound, Miya." His smile faded, his brown eyes losing their twinkle.
"Oh, Dai." She leaned down, wrapping him in a hug.
"I told you, everything's screwed all to hell." He leaned into her gratefully. He could get used to being cared for, with people holding him all day.
"I know, babe, I know. We'll figure something out, okay?" He nodded against her shoulder. "We'll find a way, Dai. I promise." Her hold tightened for just a moment.
"Thanks, Miya." The tears didn't come this time. He had cried the last of them for a while, a fact for which he was thankful. It was hard to disguise the fact that you wept yourself to sleep everynight, especially when your eyes were puffy the next morning.
"Come on, I'll fix you something to eat." She pulled back, and smiled gently at him. His stomach growled at the thought of food, and he grinned sheepishly.
"I'd be grateful. Thanks." While she left for the kitchen, he stole one of her pillows from the bed, and a coverlet from the foot of the bed, and spread them out on the floor. He had no doubt that she wouldn't let him sleep for her chatter, and he was looking forward to the next couple of hours. Miyako was a great one for making people forget their troubles. It was pure luck that she had been the one to find him when he got off the bus.
All in all, it had been a long day.
It was still early morning whe Dai left Miya's place. He slipped out, not waking anyone. He had been right in thinking that they'd spend most of the night awake. She had finally convinced him to let her help with his love life
She had fallen asleep around two, leaving him to follow suit. Four hours later, he crept out of his makeshift bed, not having slept at all. After putting it all aside, neatly, he had left.
Now, he was on the sidewalk in front of her building, with no clear concept of where to go. The day was still too young to go to Ken's. Home was out of the question. A check of his pockets turned up enough money for a small breakfast. He could go to Ken's around noon, they'd be up and around by that time.
Mustering his determination to make the day into something good, he took a step forward. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he turned around in surprise to look into blue eyes. "Hey, Dai."
Takeru grinned at him. "Morning." He faced him fully, a small answering smile lighting his face. "Are you following me?"
The pale face took on an innocent expression. "Who, me? Never." He shook his head in denial, paused, looked away guiltily, and then nodded like a little boy who got caught doing somethin he knew he wasn't supposed to. "Yeah."
They chuckled together over his sillyness, and Takeru withdrew his hand. "What -are- you doing?" Dai asked seriously. Six in the morning was an unusual time to be running errands, or meeting someone.
"Truthfully? I've been waiting for you to make your escape. And I had to see my mom off. I come with offers of breakfast. My treat."
"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" He didn't mean Takeru personally. Between Ken, and Takeru, and the others, he could guess that they'd come up with a system designed to keep him in someone's company. At least, he wouldn't run out of places to stay.
"Never." The blonde agreed with a short, decisive nod. "You're stuck with me."
"Unfortunately, I can think of worse things." Takeru rolled his eyes at the weak insult. "So. Where are you taking me to eat?"
"Still lead by your stomach?" Another flat joke. The air between them was relaxed, no pretensions, no unease. "There's a place just around the corner, where they serve the best breakfast buffet in the world."
"Isn't the point of a buffet so that they don't 'serve' the food?" They started off, bantering easily. It was like old times, with the same level of comfort.
When they reached the restaurant, Takeru paid as he had promised, and they got their food. A corner table was agreed on, towards the back. The place was mostly empty, and only a few, older people occupied the other tables. A waitress wandered back and forth, pouring coffee, and another sat behind a counter, wiping down plates, and counting silverware.
"Nice place." Dai said, eating slowly, and picking at his food.
Takeru was forced to wait before responding. He chewed quickly, not wanting the silence to grow unbearable. The redhead was already fidgeting. "Yeah, it is. My mom always stops here at least once a week, and brings me back takeout." He took a drink of his orange juice, then looked up with another grin. "They also have the best ice cream."
He recieved another chuckle from Dai. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were addicted to the stuff."
"Addicted to ice cream? Nah. I don't really care for the stuff, actually. I got sick on it once, and I can't look at it the same, again. It's like...a gag reflex now."
"Ice cream makes you nauseous? That's just plain sad, man." Dai sighed in commiseration, then peeked at Takeru from beneath his lashes. The blonde shrugged, and dug into his food. Despite his initial hesitant start, Daisuke managed to clear three plates of food before they left. Takeru stopped at two, and had to sit through Dai's last two, while sipping is juice.
By the time they left, it was only seven-thirty. "There's nothing going on this early. We can..." He trailed off, unable to come up with anything.
"You can go home, TZ. I'll be fine on my own." He didn't really want to be alone, but he didn't want his friend to feel obligated to stay with him. Obligation was something he didn't want from his friends.
"Suffer with me, Dai. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." His grin dimmed a little, and he sounded slightly angry.
"Sorry."
That snapped him out of his thoughts. "For what?" He smiled in confusion. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Dai. I didn't mean that to sound so accusatory, you know. I was simply trying to state the truth. We're friends, and friends hang out. It's normal, and fun, remember?"
"Are you trying to insinuate that I'm not normal?" He asked with fictitious anger.
"Of course. Who wants to be your average, everyday person. Weird people rule!" He yelled loudly, raising his arms, and causing the vendors who were setting up to look at them oddly. Passerby's made a wide arc around them.
Dai laughed at him, unable to control it. Takeru watched him shake with hilarity, an odd light in his blue eyes. "You're too much!"
"Yeah. Isn't it great?" They continued down the street, ignoring the looks they recieved everytime Takeru cracked a joke, or made a scene.
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End note: And now, I've lost all Kensuke fans who are convinced that this is Daikeru, or at least a one-sided Takedai. Hehe. I can neither confirm, nor deny any accusations. I haven't got a clue where this is going. Dai just seemed to need a buddy, and Takeru was handy. And I've managed to go from angst, to fluff, in just a few (or many) chapters. Sorry, angst fans.
Rrr. Growl.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Warning: What follows is a jumbled mess that I couldn't figure out what to do with. That said, enjoy.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Undecided
Content: Yaoi.
The silence seemed unending. Ken didn't know what to say, now that he'd finally caught up with his friend. How could he explain what he had said in a way that sounded reasonable, without bumbling like he had with his parents. He didn't want to fight with Daisuke, he didn't want to be at odds with him.
But he didn't know what to say to Dai that would make it all better.
Takeru backed away, giving him room to breath and think. The blonde wasn't glaring at him, but the blue iris's were flashing warnings. They seemed to say, 'if you hurt him, you will feel my wrath'. An image of the punk at the restaurant floated through his mind, only to be dismissed.
The look from Miyako's purple eyes appeared to speak the same thing in a gentler tone, along with an added, 'be gentle'. That was a given. They were in this situation because he had wanted to avoid causing Dai pain.
"Stop trying to spare me, Ken." The words coincided with what he had been thinking, and he looked sharply at Daisuke, wondering if he had spoken aloud. Brown eyes looked back at him impatiently.
"Sorry, Dai." He licked his lips.
"For what?" Daisuke encouraged him, much the same as his parents had done earlier.
"For telling them so much, and for not talking to you about it. I made assumptions, and I shouldn't have."
"What kind of assumptions?" Indigo eyes looked at their audience uncertainly.
"For assuming that you'd hurt anybody, especially yourself. For telling my parents that assumption without proof that you would hurt anyone. I'm sorry for upsetting you enough to make you run away."
The redhead nodded, looking sagely at him. "That's a lot to be sorry for." He smiled slightly, a vague sadness in his eyes. "I never asked you to be anything more than my friend, Ken. What you did to my father today was wonderful, but I didn't take anything more from your performance than that appreciation."
Ken coughed, searching for the words. "Then, uh, you don't...I mean, you're not...?" He shrugged, breaking off.
Daisuke laughed. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He looked away, seemingly amused.
"Oh." Ken felt something slip through him, and released a pent up breath as he did so. His reaction was close enough to relief that it caused Daisuke to grin wider.
"Geez, Ken. Don't sound so disappointed." Ken blushed, looking away from Dai to face a smirking Miyako.
"Well, now. We've got that out of the way." Takeru rubbed his hands together. "I have to go home. My mom's going away tomorrow, and I'm supposed to be awake when she leaves. Thanks, Miyako, for letting me barge in. Glad to see things working out for you, Dai. Nice to...nevermind. I'll see everyone later." Takeru smiled at them and left.
"Are you coming home with me, Dai?" Ken asked. The redhead looked at Miyako and shook his head.
"Nah. I'm going to stay here, and bug Miya for a while. I'll call you tomorrow. I doubt my father's over today, so I'm going to need a place tomorrow night."
"Sure. Talk to you both later." Ken bowed and left.
The two people left didn't know what to say. They stared at fixtures on the wall, at their nails, anywhere instead of looking at each other. It was an uneasy silence.
"Well." Miyako started.
"So." Daisuke giggled. "That was interesting."
She joined him. "Very. I don't think I've ever seen Ken look so out of place."
"And Takeru, trying to be protective, and blend into the walls at the same time."
"I caught you." He looked at her, confused. He raised an eyebrow in question. "You told me that you loved someone earlier, and meant it, too. That means that you've got the hots for a certain digi-destined male."
"Yeah." He said it simply, seeing no use in denying it.
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, intent on him and his reply. He shook his head. "Come on, Dai! I'll help hook you two up!"
"I don't think that that would be as easy as you make it sound, Miya." His smile faded, his brown eyes losing their twinkle.
"Oh, Dai." She leaned down, wrapping him in a hug.
"I told you, everything's screwed all to hell." He leaned into her gratefully. He could get used to being cared for, with people holding him all day.
"I know, babe, I know. We'll figure something out, okay?" He nodded against her shoulder. "We'll find a way, Dai. I promise." Her hold tightened for just a moment.
"Thanks, Miya." The tears didn't come this time. He had cried the last of them for a while, a fact for which he was thankful. It was hard to disguise the fact that you wept yourself to sleep everynight, especially when your eyes were puffy the next morning.
"Come on, I'll fix you something to eat." She pulled back, and smiled gently at him. His stomach growled at the thought of food, and he grinned sheepishly.
"I'd be grateful. Thanks." While she left for the kitchen, he stole one of her pillows from the bed, and a coverlet from the foot of the bed, and spread them out on the floor. He had no doubt that she wouldn't let him sleep for her chatter, and he was looking forward to the next couple of hours. Miyako was a great one for making people forget their troubles. It was pure luck that she had been the one to find him when he got off the bus.
All in all, it had been a long day.
It was still early morning whe Dai left Miya's place. He slipped out, not waking anyone. He had been right in thinking that they'd spend most of the night awake. She had finally convinced him to let her help with his love life
She had fallen asleep around two, leaving him to follow suit. Four hours later, he crept out of his makeshift bed, not having slept at all. After putting it all aside, neatly, he had left.
Now, he was on the sidewalk in front of her building, with no clear concept of where to go. The day was still too young to go to Ken's. Home was out of the question. A check of his pockets turned up enough money for a small breakfast. He could go to Ken's around noon, they'd be up and around by that time.
Mustering his determination to make the day into something good, he took a step forward. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he turned around in surprise to look into blue eyes. "Hey, Dai."
Takeru grinned at him. "Morning." He faced him fully, a small answering smile lighting his face. "Are you following me?"
The pale face took on an innocent expression. "Who, me? Never." He shook his head in denial, paused, looked away guiltily, and then nodded like a little boy who got caught doing somethin he knew he wasn't supposed to. "Yeah."
They chuckled together over his sillyness, and Takeru withdrew his hand. "What -are- you doing?" Dai asked seriously. Six in the morning was an unusual time to be running errands, or meeting someone.
"Truthfully? I've been waiting for you to make your escape. And I had to see my mom off. I come with offers of breakfast. My treat."
"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" He didn't mean Takeru personally. Between Ken, and Takeru, and the others, he could guess that they'd come up with a system designed to keep him in someone's company. At least, he wouldn't run out of places to stay.
"Never." The blonde agreed with a short, decisive nod. "You're stuck with me."
"Unfortunately, I can think of worse things." Takeru rolled his eyes at the weak insult. "So. Where are you taking me to eat?"
"Still lead by your stomach?" Another flat joke. The air between them was relaxed, no pretensions, no unease. "There's a place just around the corner, where they serve the best breakfast buffet in the world."
"Isn't the point of a buffet so that they don't 'serve' the food?" They started off, bantering easily. It was like old times, with the same level of comfort.
When they reached the restaurant, Takeru paid as he had promised, and they got their food. A corner table was agreed on, towards the back. The place was mostly empty, and only a few, older people occupied the other tables. A waitress wandered back and forth, pouring coffee, and another sat behind a counter, wiping down plates, and counting silverware.
"Nice place." Dai said, eating slowly, and picking at his food.
Takeru was forced to wait before responding. He chewed quickly, not wanting the silence to grow unbearable. The redhead was already fidgeting. "Yeah, it is. My mom always stops here at least once a week, and brings me back takeout." He took a drink of his orange juice, then looked up with another grin. "They also have the best ice cream."
He recieved another chuckle from Dai. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were addicted to the stuff."
"Addicted to ice cream? Nah. I don't really care for the stuff, actually. I got sick on it once, and I can't look at it the same, again. It's like...a gag reflex now."
"Ice cream makes you nauseous? That's just plain sad, man." Dai sighed in commiseration, then peeked at Takeru from beneath his lashes. The blonde shrugged, and dug into his food. Despite his initial hesitant start, Daisuke managed to clear three plates of food before they left. Takeru stopped at two, and had to sit through Dai's last two, while sipping is juice.
By the time they left, it was only seven-thirty. "There's nothing going on this early. We can..." He trailed off, unable to come up with anything.
"You can go home, TZ. I'll be fine on my own." He didn't really want to be alone, but he didn't want his friend to feel obligated to stay with him. Obligation was something he didn't want from his friends.
"Suffer with me, Dai. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." His grin dimmed a little, and he sounded slightly angry.
"Sorry."
That snapped him out of his thoughts. "For what?" He smiled in confusion. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Dai. I didn't mean that to sound so accusatory, you know. I was simply trying to state the truth. We're friends, and friends hang out. It's normal, and fun, remember?"
"Are you trying to insinuate that I'm not normal?" He asked with fictitious anger.
"Of course. Who wants to be your average, everyday person. Weird people rule!" He yelled loudly, raising his arms, and causing the vendors who were setting up to look at them oddly. Passerby's made a wide arc around them.
Dai laughed at him, unable to control it. Takeru watched him shake with hilarity, an odd light in his blue eyes. "You're too much!"
"Yeah. Isn't it great?" They continued down the street, ignoring the looks they recieved everytime Takeru cracked a joke, or made a scene.
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End note: And now, I've lost all Kensuke fans who are convinced that this is Daikeru, or at least a one-sided Takedai. Hehe. I can neither confirm, nor deny any accusations. I haven't got a clue where this is going. Dai just seemed to need a buddy, and Takeru was handy. And I've managed to go from angst, to fluff, in just a few (or many) chapters. Sorry, angst fans.