To See A Shooting Star, part 2: Make A Wish
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Don't sue.
Author's note: male/male. If that sort of thing don't
milk your cow, don't read.
It had been a month since Daisuke and Ken had their
conversation. Nothing had changed. Ken still fawned
over Takeru, to have no feelings returned, and Daisuke
still fawned over Ken, to have no feelings returned.
Ken sat in his room, at his window, with his phone in
his hand against his ear, talking to Daisuke.
"No, Daisuke, I don't know what I'm going to do
about Takeru." Ken sighed.
Daisuke didn't know what to say, so he sat quietly
over the other line.
"Daisuke?" Ken inquired.
"Yes, Ken? I'm still here." his voice was forced,
quiet. He looked out at the sky.
His breath caught, and Ken heard the small sound of
it over the phone. "What is it, Daisuke?"
"Ken, look out the window and make a wish."
Ken did as he was told.
"Wow, Daisuke. It's the shootng star you were talking
about. It must be fate." he gave a small wry laugh.
But both boys, at the same moment, looked out the window
and made a small wish.
'I wish for Takeru'
'I wish for Ken'
Both sighed, said their good-nights, and hung up the phone,
both knowing that it was probably never going to come true.
"Oh, well." Daisuke sighed unhappily. "It's always nice to
dream."
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Don't sue.
Author's note: male/male. If that sort of thing don't
milk your cow, don't read.
It had been a month since Daisuke and Ken had their
conversation. Nothing had changed. Ken still fawned
over Takeru, to have no feelings returned, and Daisuke
still fawned over Ken, to have no feelings returned.
Ken sat in his room, at his window, with his phone in
his hand against his ear, talking to Daisuke.
"No, Daisuke, I don't know what I'm going to do
about Takeru." Ken sighed.
Daisuke didn't know what to say, so he sat quietly
over the other line.
"Daisuke?" Ken inquired.
"Yes, Ken? I'm still here." his voice was forced,
quiet. He looked out at the sky.
His breath caught, and Ken heard the small sound of
it over the phone. "What is it, Daisuke?"
"Ken, look out the window and make a wish."
Ken did as he was told.
"Wow, Daisuke. It's the shootng star you were talking
about. It must be fate." he gave a small wry laugh.
But both boys, at the same moment, looked out the window
and made a small wish.
'I wish for Takeru'
'I wish for Ken'
Both sighed, said their good-nights, and hung up the phone,
both knowing that it was probably never going to come true.
"Oh, well." Daisuke sighed unhappily. "It's always nice to
dream."