Dragon Lady: All right! Here we go! Part Four!!!!
Ken: Finally. I thought it would be forever before you could get this up.
Dragon Lady: *sighs* No. Just most of my weekend. But that's all right! Look! Part four! ^_^
Ken: You're one strange person dl.
Dragon Lady: As you're constantly tell me Ken. ^^;;
Ken: Yes well, you need a reminder every once in a while.
Dragon Lady: *giggles* Hey, if I scare you, you should meet my friends. ^_~
Ken: *shakes head* You know the most bizarre people… o.O
Dragon Lady: *happily* I know! ^_^ Its nice though, when I'm around them, I can call myself sane. ^^;;
Ken: -_-;
Dragon Lady: Anyhoo. On to the fourth installment of my fic! Happiness.
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Dangerous Games
By: DigimonDragonLady
Daisuke and Ken spent the majority of their time together at Ken's house, as Ken had no desire to meet Daisuke's grandmother, or even if he did have to one day soon, to see her more than was strictly necessary. Daisuke was constantly apologizing for her rudeness to Ken over the phone, when it was necessary for him to call. As a result of having to deal with the disagreeable woman, Ken's aversion to telephones grew. He always dreaded having to hear her voice answering him.
Daisuke flopped himself down into the computer chair of Ken's room. He watched as the raven haired beauty fussed with the nest arrangement he had made for his egg.
"You make a wonderful mother hen, Ken," he chuckled as he observed.
"Ha ha, Ken commented humorlessly as he worked to recover the egg with the warm towels he had just gotten out of the dryer. The egg was wrapped in the towels and then covered with sand when Ken replaced it in the basket he'd set up for it. He sat the basket near the window and heat vent, to catch what little warm sun trickled in from the December sun, and get it a little closer to the heat that the vent supplied.
"You know," he scowled suddenly. "I have half a mind not to hatch this thing…" he shot a dark look at the basket. "I'm just worried about what I'm going to do when whatever this thing is hatches!" Ken told him.
Daisuke smirked a little at the look on his face. He remembered how frantic Ken had been when he'd first found out about it and discussed the egg with Daisuke…
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"What am I going to do, Daisuke?" Ken wailed helplessly. Lucky for them, his mother wasn't home to hear him, or she would have wondered what on Earth was going on with all the noise.
"Relax Ken," Daisuke advised him calmly from his seat in the computer chair. "We'll think of something."
"But we don't even know what its going to hatch yet!" Ken replied. He was bad about staying calm in situations such as this. "All I have is this stupid card…" he waved it around.
Daisuke leaned forward out of the chair and snatched it from his hands, ignoring Ken's indignant squeak of protest, and settling himself back comfortably to read it. He had already read it over once, but maybe looking over it a second time would help him to think.
That creature of wonder
And fabled lore,
On mighty wings
Shall his master soar.
"Its not helping! That little verse or whatever it is!" Ken told him in disgust. "It could mean anything! I mean…my god Daisuke, what'll I do if I'm hatching a dragon?!" he looked horrified at the thought. "There's no way I could keep that hidden from mom!! I already have a hard enough time convincing her that its good to have a little privacy in my life."
Daisuke laughed. "I have to hide anything strange from my grandmother. She likes to poke through my belongings." He sobered quickly. "Its not that she really cares about what happens to me, she just hates seeing me involved in anything "weird". I think she's terrified that I'll turn out to be like my mother…a freak. I know she thinks that mom did some kind of spell or something to get my father."
"So she habitually goes through my stuff for anything that might scream "magic". She'd probably disown me on the spot…not that she doesn't want to already mind you."
Ken pursed his lips. He tried not to say anything against Daisuke's grandmother, just out of the desire to stay considerate, but sometimes it was simply impossible. "Don't think about her right now, Daisuke."
Daisuke shrugged and gave a dry laugh. "You know, sometimes it seems funny that she would probably encourage me if she found me with drugs, and kill me if she found I had magic."
"Don't, Daisuke…" Ken begged, coming up behind him and draping the upper half of his body over him and the back of the chair, and laying his head on the boys shoulder. He pressed his lips to Daisuke's neck.
Daisuke sighed and relaxed a little. "All right," he agreed, as Ken moved his lips up and down his neck and throat in light butterfly kisses. Daisuke grabbed Ken and pulled him around and down so that he was straddling his lap. He kissed Ken gently. "As long as you don't tease."
Ken smiled mischievously, pushing himself farther forward on Daisuke's lap, and making the boy beneath him groan softly in protest. Ken smirked and put his mouth close to Daisuke's ear, making sure to gently blow his soft breath into it, before speaking. "But you know…you know you love it when I'm bad," he whispered sensuously.
Ken's suggestive tone almost made Daisuke groan again, but he managed to restrain himself in time. "I thought…we were going to try and come up with a solution to this problem of yours…" he panted slightly.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Daisuke mentally winced and wanted to smack himself for saying them; for giving Ken ammunition to use against him. Ken's smirk only grew when he realized that Daisuke realized what kind of an opening he had just given him. Well…the opportunity was simply much too good to pass up…
He slid his hands seductively up Daisuke's chest to massage his shoulders. "Oh we will," he purred playfully. "Trust me, darling. Just not the problem you were thinking of; but the immediate one."
Daisuke's crimson flush was evident even against his darkly tan skin. "Ken…"
"Mmm…don't even tell me that you want this to stop, Daisuke," Ken warned him, nipping and licking at his lower lip. "You want me like I want you, don't you?" The way in which Ken asked the question told him that he had already assured himself of the Daisuke's answer.
Daisuke found that he was having a little trouble breathing. Ken had draped his body completely over his. He had also somehow managed to pull his shirt up in the back, and was dragging his nails slowly across his smooth skin. And the little half swallowed moans that Daisuke was making were doing nothing to discourage him.
When Ken pulled his hands around again and began to undo the top button on Daisuke's shirt, Daisuke grabbed his hands by the wrist. "Stop, Ken," he warned him.
Ken smiled. Even with his hands occupied Ken could still lean forward and kiss Daisuke, but the red headed youth put a stop to that as well. "No," he reproved him sternly.
Ken pouted cutely, and gave him the pleading puppy dog look.
"No!" Daisuke remained firm, despite the boy's naturally cute appeal. "Look, Ken," he released him, and Ken simply leaned forward once more and rested against him. "I've barely known you for a whole week! I can't…"
"Don't you like me?" Ken asked softly. "I know how I feel about you. Like I've known you forever."
"Now's not the right time Ken," Daisuke said patiently. "You know it too."
"Oh all right, all right…" he sighed.
Daisuke laughed. "Honestly. For a person who acts so shy you really do come on very strong."
Ken "hmphed" at him.
Daisuke frowned. "Now what were we talking about?" he asked.
"I was distracting you from depression," Ken answered. "But originally we were discussing my egg situation."
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"Relax," Daisuke said. If he'd said it once, he'd said it a hundred times. "It can't be anything we can't handle."
"Maybe…" Ken looked extremely doubtful.
Daisuke grinned. "All right, well at least I know that I can handle anything," he openly teased the other boy.
Ken shot him a poisonous look. "I haven't noticed you trying out your little "gift" Mr. Macho Motomiya," he shot at him.
Daisuke blushed. "Yeah, yeah…" he muttered.
"Admit it, you're worried!"
Daisuke frowned. "I'm worried about doing something permanent with that stuff that my grandmother would definitely notice. That's some awfully suspicious looking liquid," Daisuke wrinkled his nose. "And it smells funny too…"
Ken laughed a little and sat in his new favorite seat, which happened to be Daisuke's lap, kissing him sweetly.
"Lets not start this again," Daisuke warned.
"I won't," Ken murmured, putting his arms around Daisuke's neck, and leaning against him.
"You need a floor level bed that we can sit on Ken," Daisuke complained, glancing up at Ken's bed. "This chair is awfully uncomfortable."
"I'm not uncomfortable," Ken giggled.
"Goody for you," Daisuke returned with a good natured glare.
"Sorry. My beds only good for lying down in…" Ken lifted his head and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Daisuke smacked him lightly. "I thought I told you, none of that."
Ken gave an overdramatic sigh. When he looked up again, he was all seriousness. "So have you found out anything about your magic? He asked.
Daisuke shook his head. "Only what it says on the card. And the directions on the bottom of the bottle."
"And remind me again what those were…"
"The directions say to apply a small dot of…whatever the heck you call that silvery smelly stuff…ointment maybe…to my shoulder blades."
"And the card?" Ken pressed.
"I don't know. Some strange poem, like yours…" Daisuke shrugged, trying to remember. "I don't know," he repeated. "Gift of somebody and somebody, and something, something, something."
"Oh that helps," Ken replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry. I forget."
"I wish…I wish we had somewhere to go for answers…" Ken sighed.
"You and me both," Daisuke told him. Then he thought. "Hey wait a minute, why don't we go back to that weirdo guy…at the antique store and ask him just what he gave us?"
"Do you think he'd know?" Ken looked excited.
"Probably yeah," Daisuke nodded. "We could go this afternoon. Right now. If you can…if not I can wait."
"No. I can go. Right now then. Come on!" He leapt up from Daisuke's lap enthusiastically, already on his way out of the door of his bedroom.
"Hey Ken, wait for me!"
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Daisuke and Ken stood in front of the store. Ken's mouth was open in shock. "I cannot believe I'm seeing this," he growled. "I can't believe it!"
"I don't understand…" Daisuke was confused. "That store…it was just here a week or so ago…we were just in it…Why…? Where…?"
Ken scowled. "This has something to do with the Lady, I just know it! Oh her and her high and mighty "destiny"!"
"The Lady?" Daisuke looked at him curiously.
"Didn't you tell me…when we were in the shop, that you'd seen her in a dream once?" Ken asked absentmindedly. "Tallish…auburn hair…bright green eyes. The gate keeper, guardian, whatever you want to call her."
"That woman…?" Daisuke asked.
"You know…for the most powerful magical being with contact with humanity she's a royal pain!" he ground out.
"But how could she…"
"I don't understand why I didn't see it before," Ken mused. "I should have felt it in the store…the whole place was magic…" He frowned, as if thinking something through. "You know…I bet…" His eyes took on a look of understanding.
He grabbed Daisuke's hand and proceeded to drag him away from the store. "Wait a minute…" Daisuke protested. "Ken! Where are we going?!"
"Just to see something, Daisuke," Ken answered enigmatically. "I want know if my guess is right…and I think I know where to go."
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Ken dragged Daisuke to a little old fashioned cemetery. Daisuke looked around curiously, while Ken began to explore the graves. Daisuke finally noticed his partner prowling around, and sped up his pace from where he had stopped dead, to go walk by his side.
"Ken…what are you looking for?" he asked finally.
Ken stopped suddenly in front of a grave. "This…" he whispered. Daisuke followed his gaze. Daisuke bent to read it. "Sean N. Lann?" he asked. "Like…as in the owner of the store…?"
"I think so, yes," Ken answered.
"He didn't seem sick or anything to me when we were there before…"
"No Daisuke, he wasn't. According to that gravestone, he's been dead for the last twenty years…"
"What?!!" Daisuke looked at the date of death. "Y-you're right…but how…?"
"I thought I recognized the name…when I was in the store. Lann…The Lady told me once, how that used to be her name. Katrina Lann, she was his sister."
"So that gives her the ability to just call him back from the grave whenever she feels like it?" Daisuke asked.
"She never actually told me the whole story, but something happened to them when they were young…something about one of the other worlds connected to our own. And Katrina became the guardian of the gate, and she had to leave her family…I never quite understood…"
Ken shook his head. "But when I think back to what the man said when I came to the store… He told me that he worked for the guardian…Katrina. But he also said that his sister had had a love of old and interesting merchandise…right before he told me she had died a long time ago."
Daisuke blinked. "So that means that…"
"I think…in order to become the guardian of the gates…Katrina, or the person she used to be, had to die…Sean Lann didn't realize that the Lady and his sister were one in the same."
"Oh…" Daisuke frowned. "I um…think you lost me somewhere…"
"It doesn't matter, Daisuke. I was just…I feel bad for Katrina. I was awfully upset with her the last few times I spoke to her… I was thoughtless…How could I have said that she had no idea what my sorrow and misery at loosing Osamu felt like…when this, is what happened to her…?"
"Its all right Ken," Daisuke patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"But she would take away the one person we can go to for answers," Ken sighed in irritation. "I think…she wants us to do this completely on our own."
"But the question is, do what?" Daisuke asked.
Ken just shook his head as he stared at the grave. "I wish I knew, Daisuke. I wish I knew."
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Dragon Lady: Hmm…I don't know…that last part seemed awfully confusing to me…did anyone else think so?
*hands go up from readers*
Dragon Lady: ^^;;;; Sorry! I just couldn't…It was strange. I know what I wanted to say, but I just couldn't explain it…Has that ever happened to anyone else? *sighs*
Ken: Um…not really…
Dragon Lady: Ken…you're too perfect.
Ken: ^^;;;
Dragon Lady: And look…I still didn't really explain those magic gifts…
Ken: Yeah…just when are you going to do that?
Dragon Lady: Hopefully next chapter. ^^;; I think…Ken's egg is going to hatch. Anyone want to take a guess at what it'll be?
Ken: I know!!
Dragon Lady: *rolls eyes* Of course you know. You know what I got the inspiration for this from.
Ken: Oohhh…from the picture that hangs over her bed…and it's a…
Dragon Lady: *clamps hand over Ken's mouth* Not one word. Understand me?"
Ken: *makes muffled noises of displeasure and glares at dl*
Dragon Lady: ^^;;; He said… Read and Review!
Ken: *breaks free of dl* No I didn't! I said ---
*portions of this rant have been deleted, due to a muse's annoying persistence in trying to ruin the authoress' story suspense*
