Notes: Thanks muchly to the people who reviewed. You have no idea how much I appreciate the encouragement.

As previously stated- yaoi, Kensuke, bitterness will soon abound. Rated R for a reason, mainly because I think Daisuke would curse like a trooper. Ken probably would too. I think that covers everything.

Oh! Kinda obvious that I don't own Digimon given that I'm writing Kensuke fanfiction.

CHAPTER 2

Movements blurred together and moments were swallowed in the excited frenzy of the day. All too soon Ken found the moon was hanging low on the horizon spreading silver light over the snow. Now, once again seated comfortably, in the upstairs lounge he sat in a semi-circle of Chosen trying his best to smile with genuine happiness and avoid Daisuke's watchful gaze. It proved a daunting task.

Stories of younger days and recent histories about the joys of love. Ken bit back a sigh to cover how much he didn't want to talk about Miyako. He loved all of their children dearly, but it still felt wrong to praise his wife in front of……….

The group broke up as Yamato, Sora, Tai, and the others decided to retire to their respective rooms leaving Ken alone with the one person who scared him more than anything. Because he could never lie to him. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit this isn't fair,' he thought. 'I've known him, well I knew him at any rate, so long that I this shouldn't be difficult. But, eight years is such a long time. So much can happen.'

Flickering cinnamon eyes regarded the pale man. A spark of some unidentifiable emotion swam in their depths too quick for Ken to decipher. "So," he said in the awkward way people so often do in uncomfortable situations.

"So," Daisuke countered. He sat in the chair opposite Ken and studied him for a moment before shaking his head and grinning. "I know you're dying to ask, so go ahead and ask already."

Tension hung between them. Years of silence, years of wondering, years of 'what ifs'. Indigo eyes narrowed only a slight amount. The animosity Ken wanted to put into his words vanished in the presence of his old friend. "Where did you go? Why did you leave everyone?" Pausing, he bit his lip and added softly, "Why did you leave me?"

A clipped laugh was Daisuke's first response. However, knowing how much Ken despised being laughed at, he decided to reply verbally. He didn't want to do too much damage, yet. "I went to America. A couple of the others knew where I was. And I didn't intentionally leave you." A scowl flashed over his face. "You have Miyako anyway. What are you bitching about?" Inwardly laughing at the obvious disdain in Ken's eyes, Dai bit his tongue to keep back further commentary.

"Who knew where you were?" A shrug. "How was America?" Shrug, again. "Why didn't you at least say good-bye?" Still more shrugging. "You planning on talking to me at all?" This time a glare, then a shrug. Ken sat chewing his lip in thought. He found something the other man couldn't shrug away. "Who is Angel's mother? Will you tell me about her?"

That caught him. He definitely hadn't expected that. As he leaned back into his seat he closed his eyes trying to sort out the memories Ken's questions brought up. Daisuke swallowed thickly before speaking. "Her name was Fabiola. Before you ask, her father was Chinese and her mother was German." A gentle smile graced his features- the kind of smile Ken used to see directed towards himself. "I met her when I moved to San Francisco. Things were perfect for a while, and then they weren't." He frowned not wanting to reveal so much to Ken, but finding it hard to keep secrets.

"How old is he?" The dark haired man stared at his one time partner doing his best to coax him out of the protective shell. "What happened to-"

"She's dead, Ken," Daisuke cut him off, tone flat. "She died almost three years ago. We met, we had fun, she got pregnant- which at the time I believed was the biggest mistake ever, so we got married, Angel was born, and then she died, and now he and I are living happily ever fucking after." Anger temporarily abated, he stopped. "How's Miyako doing?"

Pain. Nothing but pain. "She's doing well. You saw her. And I have one more question for you," sadness mixed with hurt created a stinging fluid in his indigo eyes.

A sweeping guesture. "Ask away, mon ami."

"Why do you hate me so much?" Taking a deep breath to withhold tears, Ken did not miss the surprise on the other man's face. "You left, you didn't tell me where you went, didn't even tell me you got married much less had a son, and you said you missed me but I think that's a crock of shit. What the fuck did I do?" Drops of crystal pain threatened to leak from the corners of his eyes. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Mixing emotions were caught in the spice colored storm of Daisuke's eyes. Anger, hurt, triumph, sadness, and a faint longing Ken had seen before but couldn't name ran in circles before him. Before he could even open his mouth to reply a small voice sounded.

"Daddy?" A sleepy eyed Angel stood in the hallway behind Ken. A large tee shirt hung nearly to the floor, crumpled from attempted sleep. "Daddy," the little voice said again.

Tenderness flushed away all other feeling as Dai smiled at his son. "What is it, Angel?" He stood up and walked the few feet to the boy before picking him up in one smooth movement. "Can't sleep?"

Ken could almost feel the small boy shaking his head. He smiled at the next tiny words. "Didn't get a good night hug," Angel said in a pouting tone only children can manage.

Once more, Ken could almost feel the reactions behind him- feel the glittering adoration in the shining eyes. "Is that all? Well, I know how to fix that," his tone was light. "Kiss," he said, and Ken heard a soft placed on the boy's cheek behind him. "Hug," he said, and Ken heard the contented sigh of a child behind him. "And do you want to say could night to Ken-chan?" And Ken's eyes widened.

'Since when have I ever been Ken-chan?' Turning and standing in one fluid motion he ruffled the boy's hair and accepted the small kiss on his cheek- so like his own children who were staying with their grandparents for the duration of this trip. A look from Daisuke told him that their conversation was not finished and he would return. As father and son departed, Ken heard snippets of conversation.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel."

"Is that the Ken-chan you used to tell me about all the time?"

"Yes, it is my tiny one."

"The one you used to-"

"Yes, Angel. The one and the same."

"Oh."

Ken had little time to wonder about this as he knew Dai would be back momentarily. Still, his ears and brain could not overlook the puzzlement in the child's voice and the aching tenderness he heard in the boy's father.

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to be continued again.

It will be a few days before I can update again, Monday at the earliest. And the name of Daisuke's wife is actually someone I know. Her parents are German and Chinese respectively.