Do you know what I just realized? I actually have more Kensuke posted than Takedai. Oopsy. My bad. Now that the whole reason behind this fic is gone.
Anyway: This is the last chapter, and takes place the day after the first two. This is in third person (Rae-view) and has no flashbacks, or lyrics (don't cheer too loudly).
Daisuke was up at seven o'clock the next day. Was it the wonders of the alarm clock? No. The irritating voice of the Jun-beast? Nope. The telephone? Nyopa. Then what?
Two overactive and dead-by-glare digimon who hadn't come down from their sugar high yet. He rolled over, and swung his arm out in irritation. Overjudging, his momentum sent him flying off of his bed, and onto the floor. Somehow, he managed to take his pillow with him, and his head ended up cradled in its softness.
"Hey! Daisuke! Get up! It's time to talk to Ken!" No answer was forthcoming from the hairy pillow.
In Tamachi, another young man had been awakened, but not by his digimon partner. A dream had stirred him to wakefulness a few minutes after seven. Something about sugar, and Wormmon, and a picture in a closet being attacked by smurfs. "I have to remember to turn the radio off before I go to sleep."
"Did you say something, dear?" His mother smiled at him from the open door way, and he vaguely remembered leaving it ajar before he went to bed.
"No, mother." He smiled at her, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and standing up.
"Okay, dear. If you have anything you want to talk about, I'll be either in the kitchen, or doing laundry." She moved out of sight before he could give affirmation that he'd heard her. His smile widened as he thought of how great his mother was. Very warm, very giving. Self-sacrificing, and protective.
"Thanks, mom." He spoke aloud to the room, just wanting the words to be vocalized.
At eight-thirty, Daisuke was in Tamachi, standing in front of Ken's door, and holding the bag in his arms closed. He had refused to allow Veemon and Wormmon to so much as sniff the air on the tired train journey, saying that it was the perfect punishment for refusing to allow him to sleep in on a weekend morning.
A tanned finger pushed the button for the doorbell, and we waited, his lids drooping in weariness. Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door, and smiled gently at him, quickly assessing his half-asleep state, and leading him into the apartment.
"Hello, Davis, dear. Ken's in the bathroom. You look tired. Why don't you put your bag in his room, and take a nap while you wait for him to come out?"
"Thanks, Mom." He threw her his normal, cheery grin despite is lethargy, and she laughed. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, Davis." She left him to do his own thing, which was to put his bag down, and let the digimon out. The shower was running across the hall, which meant that Ken was already in the shower. They looked at him accusingly, and he glared back, his brown eyes unwilling to give an inch.
"Are you going to tell him?" Veemon jumped onto a nearby table, and Wormmon scuttled over to the bed, and onto the soft coverlet. Daisuke sat down next to the little green worm, and sighed.
"If I promise to tell him, in my own way, in my own time, will you guys let it be, and not interfere?" They looked at him, then at each other, before nodding. "Okay, then. I'll tell him, but not today."
Veemon glowered at that announcement, but Wormmon looked at him wisely. "If you don't tell him before his eighteenth birthday, I will." The redhead grinned. That was six years away.
"Deal."
"What's a deal?" Ken walked in, a towel around his shoulders, his hair wet. The two friends smiled at each other in welcome, both wishing to stay that way forever.
"It's a deal that the next six years are going to be fun." And spent in ignorance.
Ken smirked at the teenager across from him. It was his senior year in high school, his birthday was a day away, and his team was winning. Daisuke glared at him, his brown eyes twinkling. "You're going down, Rocket."
"Whatever, Slick." He only used the nickname on the soccer field. The darker boy had earned the name, as he often went out of his way to trip up his opponents in order to win a game. And he more often than not tripped himself up, as well.
The Rocket feinted left, then right, quickly moving the ball towards his goal, Daisuke hot on his heels. They were both determined to win, but it had been a close game so far. Ten meters, eight, six, four, then two, and...Goal!
"You...cheated." Daisuke grinned as he placed his hands on his knees and leaned over, trying to get his breath back. He had grown to be nearly six feet tall, and his muscle structure was well-defined. Ken was still taller, and lean, his build deceptively fragile-looking.
"You were the one that insisted I start this round with the ball." Ken pointed out sagely, his grin teasing, and his voice normal. Daisuke glared at him for having the ability to recover so quickly. "Besides. It won't be so bad. It's only a day early."
They were alone on the field, and it was nearly dusk on a Thursday evening. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it marked the last day before Ken was an adult. And it had marked the last day that Daisuke could avoid telling him.
He had promised, and had decided to give his heart away as a birthday present to Ken. His best friend, however, had asked for his gift early, trying to catch Daisuke without a gift. That meant that he was down to minutes of putting their friendship on the line.
Not that it would really come to that. Ken wasn't homophobic, and he was wonderfully kind, and caring. Even if he didn't feel the same way, he wouldn't shun Daisuke, and they could probably go on as before. At least, he could.
Daisuke, on the other hand, knew that he wouldn't be able to face the object of his affection day after day without some lasting emotional or psychological damage. And what if Ken found someone else? Where would that leave him?
"Yeah, but I needed that day to prepare." Daisuke heaved a sigh, and straightened so that he could meet Ken's gaze.
"Prepare, or pick it out?" He pushed blue-violet hair away from his sweaty face, one of the only signs of his exertion.
"Tease me all you want. I've known for a while what I was going to give you, but I needed to find a way in which to give it to you properly. And in such a way that you couldn't refuse."
That made the older one pause. "Why would I refuse anything from you, Dai?" He knew the serious tone in his friends voice, and finally picked up on the signs of tension eminating from him. "What's up?"
With a sudden determined sigh, Daisuke squared his shoulders. "We've been friends for a long time. Six years ago, I gave you one of the few things I was capable. My friendship. With it, you got all the benefits, such as staying at my house, and eating my mother's food, and playing my video games. You also got stuck with me constantly, especially when I was at my most annoying, and nobody else wanted me around."
His earnest appeal made Ken smile tenderly. "And it was one of the greatest gifts I've ever gotten, Dai."
"I'm not done yet." He breathed deeply. "Since then, I've...found something else, something of equal importance to me, if not to you, and I'd like to offer it to you, as well. With it are certain obligations, and responsibilities, a quite a few drawbacks."
"You're not giving me Veemon, are you? Because as sweet as that would be, I think he'd object."
"Stop interrupting!" Daisuke rubbed his face and sighed in frustration. "And no, he wouldn't. Anyway. In honor of your eighteenth birthday, and because I made a promise to a little green Centipede six years ago, I offer you my most prized possession, something that you couldn't refuse if you wanted to, because it's always been yours."
The smile slowly left Ken's face as he realized how much the whole speech was costing his friend. He didn't speak. For the serious expression on his face, and the sincerity in his voice, Ken knew that it was very important. The last time he'd seen his friend this way was when he had demanded that Ken explain about the birds and the bees in the seventh grade.
"So now, I'm basically giving you the knoweledge to do with as you please." The hard swallow, and tremble in his voice belied any outward calm he tried to project. "You can use it, abuse it, and throw it away, but there will never be a time when you can't return and pick it up again. From this day forward, you are the sole owner of..."
He stumbled and stopped on the last word, his throat constricting in sudden fear. "Dai?" Ken's soft voice only made him shut his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. "What's the matter?"
With his usual impatience, Daisuke threw his hands into the air. "I love you! That's your gift. My love, my heart, myself to do with whatever you want, whether you want it or not!" His shyness and uncertainty vanished as he grinned. "Actually, that wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be."
Ken stared at him, indigo eyes wide, his mouth agape. As he continued to stare, Daisuke grew self conscious once again. He looked away, his grin fading, his eyes dimming. They didn't say anything, just stood there as Ken stared at Dai, who stared at the ground.
Wormmon stared at the bedroom door when he heard Ken's voice. He knew that his boy and Daisuke had spent the day together. He also knew what the other boy had planned as a gift, and that there had been a game for the prize. He was now awaiting the outcome. If Daisuke won, he was going to tell Ken before he could put it off again. If Ken won, he was going to cross his fingers that everything worked out okay.
The door opened, and a pale hand reached out to turn on the light. "Hello, Wormmon." The genius smiled at his partner, his face a mask of normalcy.
"Hello, Ken. How was the game?" The polite smile on the boys face never changed.
"It was fine."
"Who won?" He frowned when he realized that he was going to have to interfere with the relationship Ken had with his best friend.
"I did." So, the Motomiya chickened out after all.
"What was the gift?" Blue eyes flicked to him with sudden suspicion.
"Why are you being so curious all of a sudden?"
"No reason, just wondering if Daisuke gave you your present."
"And I suppose that you know what that present is, don't you?" Those eyes dared him to lie. "Why didn't you tell me, Wormmon! You knew how I felt!"
"I thought he should tell you himself. What did you say?" He asked eagerly, happy that the Holder of Courage had held up to his crest.
A sly grin passed his way. "I gave him his birthday present early."
Anyway: This is the last chapter, and takes place the day after the first two. This is in third person (Rae-view) and has no flashbacks, or lyrics (don't cheer too loudly).
Daisuke was up at seven o'clock the next day. Was it the wonders of the alarm clock? No. The irritating voice of the Jun-beast? Nope. The telephone? Nyopa. Then what?
Two overactive and dead-by-glare digimon who hadn't come down from their sugar high yet. He rolled over, and swung his arm out in irritation. Overjudging, his momentum sent him flying off of his bed, and onto the floor. Somehow, he managed to take his pillow with him, and his head ended up cradled in its softness.
"Hey! Daisuke! Get up! It's time to talk to Ken!" No answer was forthcoming from the hairy pillow.
In Tamachi, another young man had been awakened, but not by his digimon partner. A dream had stirred him to wakefulness a few minutes after seven. Something about sugar, and Wormmon, and a picture in a closet being attacked by smurfs. "I have to remember to turn the radio off before I go to sleep."
"Did you say something, dear?" His mother smiled at him from the open door way, and he vaguely remembered leaving it ajar before he went to bed.
"No, mother." He smiled at her, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and standing up.
"Okay, dear. If you have anything you want to talk about, I'll be either in the kitchen, or doing laundry." She moved out of sight before he could give affirmation that he'd heard her. His smile widened as he thought of how great his mother was. Very warm, very giving. Self-sacrificing, and protective.
"Thanks, mom." He spoke aloud to the room, just wanting the words to be vocalized.
At eight-thirty, Daisuke was in Tamachi, standing in front of Ken's door, and holding the bag in his arms closed. He had refused to allow Veemon and Wormmon to so much as sniff the air on the tired train journey, saying that it was the perfect punishment for refusing to allow him to sleep in on a weekend morning.
A tanned finger pushed the button for the doorbell, and we waited, his lids drooping in weariness. Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door, and smiled gently at him, quickly assessing his half-asleep state, and leading him into the apartment.
"Hello, Davis, dear. Ken's in the bathroom. You look tired. Why don't you put your bag in his room, and take a nap while you wait for him to come out?"
"Thanks, Mom." He threw her his normal, cheery grin despite is lethargy, and she laughed. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, Davis." She left him to do his own thing, which was to put his bag down, and let the digimon out. The shower was running across the hall, which meant that Ken was already in the shower. They looked at him accusingly, and he glared back, his brown eyes unwilling to give an inch.
"Are you going to tell him?" Veemon jumped onto a nearby table, and Wormmon scuttled over to the bed, and onto the soft coverlet. Daisuke sat down next to the little green worm, and sighed.
"If I promise to tell him, in my own way, in my own time, will you guys let it be, and not interfere?" They looked at him, then at each other, before nodding. "Okay, then. I'll tell him, but not today."
Veemon glowered at that announcement, but Wormmon looked at him wisely. "If you don't tell him before his eighteenth birthday, I will." The redhead grinned. That was six years away.
"Deal."
"What's a deal?" Ken walked in, a towel around his shoulders, his hair wet. The two friends smiled at each other in welcome, both wishing to stay that way forever.
"It's a deal that the next six years are going to be fun." And spent in ignorance.
Ken smirked at the teenager across from him. It was his senior year in high school, his birthday was a day away, and his team was winning. Daisuke glared at him, his brown eyes twinkling. "You're going down, Rocket."
"Whatever, Slick." He only used the nickname on the soccer field. The darker boy had earned the name, as he often went out of his way to trip up his opponents in order to win a game. And he more often than not tripped himself up, as well.
The Rocket feinted left, then right, quickly moving the ball towards his goal, Daisuke hot on his heels. They were both determined to win, but it had been a close game so far. Ten meters, eight, six, four, then two, and...Goal!
"You...cheated." Daisuke grinned as he placed his hands on his knees and leaned over, trying to get his breath back. He had grown to be nearly six feet tall, and his muscle structure was well-defined. Ken was still taller, and lean, his build deceptively fragile-looking.
"You were the one that insisted I start this round with the ball." Ken pointed out sagely, his grin teasing, and his voice normal. Daisuke glared at him for having the ability to recover so quickly. "Besides. It won't be so bad. It's only a day early."
They were alone on the field, and it was nearly dusk on a Thursday evening. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it marked the last day before Ken was an adult. And it had marked the last day that Daisuke could avoid telling him.
He had promised, and had decided to give his heart away as a birthday present to Ken. His best friend, however, had asked for his gift early, trying to catch Daisuke without a gift. That meant that he was down to minutes of putting their friendship on the line.
Not that it would really come to that. Ken wasn't homophobic, and he was wonderfully kind, and caring. Even if he didn't feel the same way, he wouldn't shun Daisuke, and they could probably go on as before. At least, he could.
Daisuke, on the other hand, knew that he wouldn't be able to face the object of his affection day after day without some lasting emotional or psychological damage. And what if Ken found someone else? Where would that leave him?
"Yeah, but I needed that day to prepare." Daisuke heaved a sigh, and straightened so that he could meet Ken's gaze.
"Prepare, or pick it out?" He pushed blue-violet hair away from his sweaty face, one of the only signs of his exertion.
"Tease me all you want. I've known for a while what I was going to give you, but I needed to find a way in which to give it to you properly. And in such a way that you couldn't refuse."
That made the older one pause. "Why would I refuse anything from you, Dai?" He knew the serious tone in his friends voice, and finally picked up on the signs of tension eminating from him. "What's up?"
With a sudden determined sigh, Daisuke squared his shoulders. "We've been friends for a long time. Six years ago, I gave you one of the few things I was capable. My friendship. With it, you got all the benefits, such as staying at my house, and eating my mother's food, and playing my video games. You also got stuck with me constantly, especially when I was at my most annoying, and nobody else wanted me around."
His earnest appeal made Ken smile tenderly. "And it was one of the greatest gifts I've ever gotten, Dai."
"I'm not done yet." He breathed deeply. "Since then, I've...found something else, something of equal importance to me, if not to you, and I'd like to offer it to you, as well. With it are certain obligations, and responsibilities, a quite a few drawbacks."
"You're not giving me Veemon, are you? Because as sweet as that would be, I think he'd object."
"Stop interrupting!" Daisuke rubbed his face and sighed in frustration. "And no, he wouldn't. Anyway. In honor of your eighteenth birthday, and because I made a promise to a little green Centipede six years ago, I offer you my most prized possession, something that you couldn't refuse if you wanted to, because it's always been yours."
The smile slowly left Ken's face as he realized how much the whole speech was costing his friend. He didn't speak. For the serious expression on his face, and the sincerity in his voice, Ken knew that it was very important. The last time he'd seen his friend this way was when he had demanded that Ken explain about the birds and the bees in the seventh grade.
"So now, I'm basically giving you the knoweledge to do with as you please." The hard swallow, and tremble in his voice belied any outward calm he tried to project. "You can use it, abuse it, and throw it away, but there will never be a time when you can't return and pick it up again. From this day forward, you are the sole owner of..."
He stumbled and stopped on the last word, his throat constricting in sudden fear. "Dai?" Ken's soft voice only made him shut his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. "What's the matter?"
With his usual impatience, Daisuke threw his hands into the air. "I love you! That's your gift. My love, my heart, myself to do with whatever you want, whether you want it or not!" His shyness and uncertainty vanished as he grinned. "Actually, that wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be."
Ken stared at him, indigo eyes wide, his mouth agape. As he continued to stare, Daisuke grew self conscious once again. He looked away, his grin fading, his eyes dimming. They didn't say anything, just stood there as Ken stared at Dai, who stared at the ground.
Wormmon stared at the bedroom door when he heard Ken's voice. He knew that his boy and Daisuke had spent the day together. He also knew what the other boy had planned as a gift, and that there had been a game for the prize. He was now awaiting the outcome. If Daisuke won, he was going to tell Ken before he could put it off again. If Ken won, he was going to cross his fingers that everything worked out okay.
The door opened, and a pale hand reached out to turn on the light. "Hello, Wormmon." The genius smiled at his partner, his face a mask of normalcy.
"Hello, Ken. How was the game?" The polite smile on the boys face never changed.
"It was fine."
"Who won?" He frowned when he realized that he was going to have to interfere with the relationship Ken had with his best friend.
"I did." So, the Motomiya chickened out after all.
"What was the gift?" Blue eyes flicked to him with sudden suspicion.
"Why are you being so curious all of a sudden?"
"No reason, just wondering if Daisuke gave you your present."
"And I suppose that you know what that present is, don't you?" Those eyes dared him to lie. "Why didn't you tell me, Wormmon! You knew how I felt!"
"I thought he should tell you himself. What did you say?" He asked eagerly, happy that the Holder of Courage had held up to his crest.
A sly grin passed his way. "I gave him his birthday present early."