More Than I Can Give
Disclaimer: Same rules apply kiddies! ::snickers:: I guess I'll dedicate this act to Vain, who so kindly badgered me (for an hour, no less!) to continue -.-() . You should seriously thank them, otherwise I never would have finished this part and you'd be left hanging forever ::gaspS:: ::heehee::
Act Two: Speak
Ken stared up in awe at the tall buildings that now surrounded him. The seemed to endlessly stretch to the sky, and the light emitted from them was so powerful that it cast away all the doom trapped within his heart. Yes, Tokyo was a fine city.
Takeru had pulled Ken back into the real world after christening him Ken, as he was called before he became an angel. Although Takeru now was his eternal captor, nothing beyond kisses had occurred so far. However, Ken wasn't sure how long that would last. Takeru had stopped at several places, each place new and mysterious to Ken (the grocery store, Target and Mical's Department Store). Ken had stayed outside each of the well-known stores, being too awed and fearful of them.
Now, Takeru had grabbed a hold of Ken's hand and was leading him home. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain why he had left, or how he had found Ken, but Takeru was sure he'd think of something. His mom wouldn't object to having Ken stay with them, so that wouldn't be too hard. But as to what to tell the other DigiDestined...
Ken breathed in deeply as the elevator left the floor, carrying the pair up the building. Despite his uncomfortable feeling of Takeru, Ken clung helplessly to him. Takeru looked down thoughtfully at the teenager linked to his body. A slow, lazy smile stretched across the boy's face, lighting up corners of his mouth that hadn't been like that for months. Ken shivered slightly and clung closer to his master, his fist wrapped tightly around the handle bar. Perhaps they should've taken the stairs first, but Takeru wasn't really one to complain. He felt... warm finally. A small heat grew in him, the kind of heat that fills one emotions and smiles. He was loved.
"Takeru, what is this?" Ken whimpered slightly, eyes fluttering rapidly.
"It's an elevator. It'll take us to my apartment—the place where I live. Don't worry. It's not gonna drop us or anything," Takeru informed him softly.
The bell dinged for their floor, and the door opened up, flashing a bright light into the occupant's eyes. The sun shone over the Tokyo Bay, and from the balcony where they walked, the sea glittered her shimmering jewels to reflect on the pale yellow walls.
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The soft brown eyes dug into his skull, searching silently for any information that had been withheld. Matt blinked back at Daisuke, blue eyes un emotionless to match Dai's own. Regretfully, Daisuke turned away and peered out the window once more. Tiny people made their way in the busy street, vendors shouting their deals, children gasping in delight and all those hurried businessmen who hustled through the crowds in Italian trench coats. Matt moved forward, and placed himself in Daisuke's view.
" Are you coming?" he ask attentively, folding his bare arms over his chest.
Daisuke did not reply.
"You should come. All the others are going to be. Everyone wants to either yell at T.K or hug him, but maybe both. Everyone's attention will be on him, not you," Yamato continued, softly. If Dai wanted to continue, he wouldn't have been able to, because Taichi walked in the room now, smiling widely.
"You guys ready?" He asked, grinning foolishly. Neither of the teenagers replied, so Tai walked over to Matt, taking his face in his hands.
"Are you okay?" He asked his lover quietly.
"Yeah, fine. Have fun at work today?" Yama answered carefully, not wanting to tread on dangerous ground. Around Tai, Daisuke was a very delicate subject. Matt would rather not have a discussion about Davis and why he won't speak or even respond, at least not now. They had bigger fish to fry.
The two lovers made their way out of the small apartment where all three of them had been living for the past month. Everything was nice, neat and orderly, and the windows were always filled with flowers. Ever since Dai had tried to kill himself, his parents threw him out of the house and he had simply be passed from a digidestined's house to the next. Finally, Matt (who was sick and tired from this) took Dai in, and never really forced him to do anything, like the other had done.
Sora had tried to get Daisuke to volunteer at the homeless shelters. Kari wanted Daisuke to go amusement parks and get connected with people. Takeru had tried taking him to several clubs with Koushiro and Jyou, but every idea failed. Yama however, understood that Daisuke needed his time to get over things, and when he was ready, he'd face the sun.
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Everyone had gathered at Takeru's house, each waiting for him to explain where he was, and what the hell he was thinking. Takeru had decided to tell them about Ken's appearance, but he also didn't want to tell them the truth. The DigiDestined were bound to find out about him anyways, so he may as well tell the somewhat truth. On the other hand, he had to wait for Matt and Tai to show up. He didn't really expect Daisuke, so when the unruly mop of brown hair walked in the room last, nearly everyone gasped.
Daisuke, ignorant to their amazement, situated himself in the back of the room, scratching nervously at his wrists. Taichi kept watching him diligently, eyes watchful of the two wrists rubbing together in painful force.
" Okay, before another person asks, I went to the DigiWorld," Takeru started, causing the group to start talking again. It took another minute for everyone to calm down again.
" Right then, but why did you call us here?" Iori asked, small eyes growing large. Dai's wrists repeated their motion, over and over, unseen by all but one. His chocolate brown eyes were cast downwards at his rubbing motion, highly suggestive of suicide. Taichi's eyebrows raised as he stood, mesmerized by the sight. It was beyond him as to why Daisuke even attempted suicide in the first place, but it didn't like he had gotten over his tendencies.
"Well, when I was there I found someone-" Takeru began, but the sleek indigo hair cut him off as Ken poked his head 'round the corner, looking innocent as a new born babe. Daisuke's attention was full on his wrists, and blood was now visible on his white shirt. Taichi immediately came out of his trance at the sight of blood, and yelled for him to stop. But, Tai's cry was lost to the wind as everything turned to Ken.
" Takeru-sama, something's crying in the... um... well in here, over by the counter. It's the weird black thingy with the light and the bell that goes ding..." the soft timid voice forced everyone, including Daisuke to look up. Not a word was said for a moment, as shock fell over the group. Daisuke forced his wrists apart, stopping the deadly action.
"Don't worry about that, okay?" Takeru replied quickly, before shoving him back into the kitchen.
"Ohhkay, but are you sure? It's wailing awful loudly," Ken continued, oblivious to the eyes following his movements. Takeru nodded and pushed Ken back, whispering to him to go get a shirt on. Silently, Ken disappeared, leaving the DigiDestined stunned and unspoken.
" What the hell...?" Kari started, and unreadable expression painted on her face. Takeru sighed, before sitting down and telling them the tale.
"I was in the Digital World, and I found Ken. He was just wandering aimlessly through the beach when I found him. I think he managed to survive the blast, or otherwise I couldn't explain it. But... he doesn't have his memory. He only knows he name, and a few other stuff, but he also doesn't know what a microwave is, or a kitchen. When he first saw a fire, he tried to touch it! He's like a baby that needs to be on a leash. I wanted to discuss this so we know what to do with him," T.K. informed them, and soon the looks of stupefy disappeared in the wake of deciding and conclusions.
" What is there to do with him?" Matt answered grimly, not likely the way his brother referred to Ken. It was too... dominant.
"Whaddya mean?" Miyako questioned, her glasses slipping off her nose in the heat.
"Well, he's totally new to everything, right? So then, we should give him another chance. It's not like he knows he was the Digimon Emperor," Koushiro reasoned.
Uproar followed.
"How can we trust him?"
"He's evil! He's probably been plotting this from the beginning!"
"He seems innocent enough to me!"
Davis decided to wait until the debate was under full go to leave. His sock toed feet padded down the hallway, making for the room where Ken had gone. His mind was void of everything around him, and only one thought filled his mind: Ken?!
Davis didn't even bother to knock on the door before entering, cautious as to not draw attention. Inside Takeru's bedroom, Ken was asleep, huddled in a defensive ball on the bed. Dai's eyes lit up with unbroken memories. The sunlight fell across his bare chest, illuminating the silver cross that hung around his neck. The pale skin gleamed and white light was reflected off of Ken's hair. He looked so... serene.
Davis moved silently, and placed himself next to the window, trying to block out all the light. His shadow rested over Ken's quiet form, causing strange patterns to come onto the pale skin. Slowly, Ken began to awaken, mostly due to the loss of light. Davis, surprisingly, made no move to leave or hide.
"Wha...?" Ken muttered groggily, looking at the boy above him. Davis smiled in answer, and moved away from the window. From the doorway, Yamato watched, amazed. Daisuke had barely ever smiled before. Something very strange was going on.
" I think it's pretty," Ken whispered, half to himself, half to Davis. His voice was gruff, as though trying to prove a point.
" To some it seems wonderful. To others, it seems so... numbing," Yamato almost leapt twenty feet. Daisuke had jus spoken, for the first time in three months. It was wonderful, but why was he talking to Ken? It seemed they had some sort of connection or bond, for whatever reason.
" Maybe, in fact yes. But both light and dark betray you," Ken answered, smiling back at Daisuke.
A sudden smile broke out on Yama's face. Maybe Daisuke was ready to come out, and face the sun.
Disclaimer: Same rules apply kiddies! ::snickers:: I guess I'll dedicate this act to Vain, who so kindly badgered me (for an hour, no less!) to continue -.-() . You should seriously thank them, otherwise I never would have finished this part and you'd be left hanging forever ::gaspS:: ::heehee::
Act Two: Speak
Ken stared up in awe at the tall buildings that now surrounded him. The seemed to endlessly stretch to the sky, and the light emitted from them was so powerful that it cast away all the doom trapped within his heart. Yes, Tokyo was a fine city.
Takeru had pulled Ken back into the real world after christening him Ken, as he was called before he became an angel. Although Takeru now was his eternal captor, nothing beyond kisses had occurred so far. However, Ken wasn't sure how long that would last. Takeru had stopped at several places, each place new and mysterious to Ken (the grocery store, Target and Mical's Department Store). Ken had stayed outside each of the well-known stores, being too awed and fearful of them.
Now, Takeru had grabbed a hold of Ken's hand and was leading him home. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain why he had left, or how he had found Ken, but Takeru was sure he'd think of something. His mom wouldn't object to having Ken stay with them, so that wouldn't be too hard. But as to what to tell the other DigiDestined...
Ken breathed in deeply as the elevator left the floor, carrying the pair up the building. Despite his uncomfortable feeling of Takeru, Ken clung helplessly to him. Takeru looked down thoughtfully at the teenager linked to his body. A slow, lazy smile stretched across the boy's face, lighting up corners of his mouth that hadn't been like that for months. Ken shivered slightly and clung closer to his master, his fist wrapped tightly around the handle bar. Perhaps they should've taken the stairs first, but Takeru wasn't really one to complain. He felt... warm finally. A small heat grew in him, the kind of heat that fills one emotions and smiles. He was loved.
"Takeru, what is this?" Ken whimpered slightly, eyes fluttering rapidly.
"It's an elevator. It'll take us to my apartment—the place where I live. Don't worry. It's not gonna drop us or anything," Takeru informed him softly.
The bell dinged for their floor, and the door opened up, flashing a bright light into the occupant's eyes. The sun shone over the Tokyo Bay, and from the balcony where they walked, the sea glittered her shimmering jewels to reflect on the pale yellow walls.
----
The soft brown eyes dug into his skull, searching silently for any information that had been withheld. Matt blinked back at Daisuke, blue eyes un emotionless to match Dai's own. Regretfully, Daisuke turned away and peered out the window once more. Tiny people made their way in the busy street, vendors shouting their deals, children gasping in delight and all those hurried businessmen who hustled through the crowds in Italian trench coats. Matt moved forward, and placed himself in Daisuke's view.
" Are you coming?" he ask attentively, folding his bare arms over his chest.
Daisuke did not reply.
"You should come. All the others are going to be. Everyone wants to either yell at T.K or hug him, but maybe both. Everyone's attention will be on him, not you," Yamato continued, softly. If Dai wanted to continue, he wouldn't have been able to, because Taichi walked in the room now, smiling widely.
"You guys ready?" He asked, grinning foolishly. Neither of the teenagers replied, so Tai walked over to Matt, taking his face in his hands.
"Are you okay?" He asked his lover quietly.
"Yeah, fine. Have fun at work today?" Yama answered carefully, not wanting to tread on dangerous ground. Around Tai, Daisuke was a very delicate subject. Matt would rather not have a discussion about Davis and why he won't speak or even respond, at least not now. They had bigger fish to fry.
The two lovers made their way out of the small apartment where all three of them had been living for the past month. Everything was nice, neat and orderly, and the windows were always filled with flowers. Ever since Dai had tried to kill himself, his parents threw him out of the house and he had simply be passed from a digidestined's house to the next. Finally, Matt (who was sick and tired from this) took Dai in, and never really forced him to do anything, like the other had done.
Sora had tried to get Daisuke to volunteer at the homeless shelters. Kari wanted Daisuke to go amusement parks and get connected with people. Takeru had tried taking him to several clubs with Koushiro and Jyou, but every idea failed. Yama however, understood that Daisuke needed his time to get over things, and when he was ready, he'd face the sun.
----
Everyone had gathered at Takeru's house, each waiting for him to explain where he was, and what the hell he was thinking. Takeru had decided to tell them about Ken's appearance, but he also didn't want to tell them the truth. The DigiDestined were bound to find out about him anyways, so he may as well tell the somewhat truth. On the other hand, he had to wait for Matt and Tai to show up. He didn't really expect Daisuke, so when the unruly mop of brown hair walked in the room last, nearly everyone gasped.
Daisuke, ignorant to their amazement, situated himself in the back of the room, scratching nervously at his wrists. Taichi kept watching him diligently, eyes watchful of the two wrists rubbing together in painful force.
" Okay, before another person asks, I went to the DigiWorld," Takeru started, causing the group to start talking again. It took another minute for everyone to calm down again.
" Right then, but why did you call us here?" Iori asked, small eyes growing large. Dai's wrists repeated their motion, over and over, unseen by all but one. His chocolate brown eyes were cast downwards at his rubbing motion, highly suggestive of suicide. Taichi's eyebrows raised as he stood, mesmerized by the sight. It was beyond him as to why Daisuke even attempted suicide in the first place, but it didn't like he had gotten over his tendencies.
"Well, when I was there I found someone-" Takeru began, but the sleek indigo hair cut him off as Ken poked his head 'round the corner, looking innocent as a new born babe. Daisuke's attention was full on his wrists, and blood was now visible on his white shirt. Taichi immediately came out of his trance at the sight of blood, and yelled for him to stop. But, Tai's cry was lost to the wind as everything turned to Ken.
" Takeru-sama, something's crying in the... um... well in here, over by the counter. It's the weird black thingy with the light and the bell that goes ding..." the soft timid voice forced everyone, including Daisuke to look up. Not a word was said for a moment, as shock fell over the group. Daisuke forced his wrists apart, stopping the deadly action.
"Don't worry about that, okay?" Takeru replied quickly, before shoving him back into the kitchen.
"Ohhkay, but are you sure? It's wailing awful loudly," Ken continued, oblivious to the eyes following his movements. Takeru nodded and pushed Ken back, whispering to him to go get a shirt on. Silently, Ken disappeared, leaving the DigiDestined stunned and unspoken.
" What the hell...?" Kari started, and unreadable expression painted on her face. Takeru sighed, before sitting down and telling them the tale.
"I was in the Digital World, and I found Ken. He was just wandering aimlessly through the beach when I found him. I think he managed to survive the blast, or otherwise I couldn't explain it. But... he doesn't have his memory. He only knows he name, and a few other stuff, but he also doesn't know what a microwave is, or a kitchen. When he first saw a fire, he tried to touch it! He's like a baby that needs to be on a leash. I wanted to discuss this so we know what to do with him," T.K. informed them, and soon the looks of stupefy disappeared in the wake of deciding and conclusions.
" What is there to do with him?" Matt answered grimly, not likely the way his brother referred to Ken. It was too... dominant.
"Whaddya mean?" Miyako questioned, her glasses slipping off her nose in the heat.
"Well, he's totally new to everything, right? So then, we should give him another chance. It's not like he knows he was the Digimon Emperor," Koushiro reasoned.
Uproar followed.
"How can we trust him?"
"He's evil! He's probably been plotting this from the beginning!"
"He seems innocent enough to me!"
Davis decided to wait until the debate was under full go to leave. His sock toed feet padded down the hallway, making for the room where Ken had gone. His mind was void of everything around him, and only one thought filled his mind: Ken?!
Davis didn't even bother to knock on the door before entering, cautious as to not draw attention. Inside Takeru's bedroom, Ken was asleep, huddled in a defensive ball on the bed. Dai's eyes lit up with unbroken memories. The sunlight fell across his bare chest, illuminating the silver cross that hung around his neck. The pale skin gleamed and white light was reflected off of Ken's hair. He looked so... serene.
Davis moved silently, and placed himself next to the window, trying to block out all the light. His shadow rested over Ken's quiet form, causing strange patterns to come onto the pale skin. Slowly, Ken began to awaken, mostly due to the loss of light. Davis, surprisingly, made no move to leave or hide.
"Wha...?" Ken muttered groggily, looking at the boy above him. Davis smiled in answer, and moved away from the window. From the doorway, Yamato watched, amazed. Daisuke had barely ever smiled before. Something very strange was going on.
" I think it's pretty," Ken whispered, half to himself, half to Davis. His voice was gruff, as though trying to prove a point.
" To some it seems wonderful. To others, it seems so... numbing," Yamato almost leapt twenty feet. Daisuke had jus spoken, for the first time in three months. It was wonderful, but why was he talking to Ken? It seemed they had some sort of connection or bond, for whatever reason.
" Maybe, in fact yes. But both light and dark betray you," Ken answered, smiling back at Daisuke.
A sudden smile broke out on Yama's face. Maybe Daisuke was ready to come out, and face the sun.
