Disclaimer: Digimon doesn't belong to me. Yama-chan and Ken-chan don't belong to me, though I wish they did! ::grin:: If Digimon belonged to me you'd know! It would be a yaoi-galore show! =)
Notes: This is a KENATO fic, which means Yama-chan and Ken-chan end up in a romantic relationship. One-sided Daikeru and Taito. Flashbacks of Kensuke/Daiken. I don't like Kensuke, I prefer Daikeru, but it worked good for this fic. =) R&R, if you wish.
Rain hit the grass softly and dark clouds filled the sky, fitting the mood. It was a day of pain and suffering, and day to grieve over those who were gone. Those who had died.
And that was exactly what had happened. Ken Ichijouji ran a hand over his face, glad for the rain to hide his tears. Only a few days ago the most important person in the world to him had died. That person had been the reason for his existance, the reason he woke every morning, the reason he smiled, the reason he cared, the reason for everything.
He sniffled, new tears coming to his eyes. Damn human traits. Crying. What use was it anyway? It was a weak thing... to cry. But he couldn't stop it. He looked towards the "others." That was how he had always thought of them. He'd never fit into their little group. Clique. Whatever you call them. He was the outsider. Loner. With no friends. Except Davis. Davis had pulled him into the group, tried to make him apart of them, but it had never worked. The only person that he knew was Davis. Davis was the only person who had tried to make him fit.
It wasn't long after the buriel that everybody began to drift off. Stupid Jun, who had attached herself to Yamato's shoulder, who had flown in from California. They all muttered their goodbyes to the grave, each crying their own fair share. Kari looked pretty bad, but seemed happy to have Takeru all for herself. Usually he wasn't so close to her. Perhaps he needed comforting. One would wonder, if Ken wasn't apart of their group, their friend, how come he noticed so much? He just did. He noticed everything. He was kinda proud that nothing could get by him. But right now... all he could really think about was the person buried in the grave in front of him. Soon it was only Ken still standing before the grave. He fell down on his knees, digging his fingers into the freshly packed dirt. Tears rolled down his face, mixing with the rain. He fell down on the ground and muttered, "How am I ever going to live without you, Davis?"