Second Chapter
Ken liked Djali's infant. When he wasn't sleeping (which happened a lot) he was bursting with energy, Ken liked that. He would play bounce-on-the-knee, peek-a-boo, tape-on-the-nose, and stretches. Stretches was done by Ichijouji laying on his back, and having his knees in an upward position, like he was doing to do sit-ups, or crunches. This was the fun part for Kenny-Osamu: The babe would hold on to the older Ken's legs, just below his knees. Ichijouji would lift his legs into the air slowly, and then bring his legs back into their original position shortly after. This act would be repeated multiple times, causing the baby to giggle senselessly, and the elder Ken to receive some type of workout. He was doing this for fun, and to give Djali and Kazuo some time to "be together."
As Ken played some little games to entertain his older friend's child, Djali and Kazuo went upstairs and were happily kissing on their bed.
The Kens were playing again, but the taller one, with the darker blue hair thought about Yolei, and also, what was occurring upstairs.
He wanted to kiss Yolei. Get closer to her. He would beat himself up inside for not doing it at his Christmas party about a year ago. It felt like a kick in the teeth, a kick that "the Rocket" had given him. But, just a little more advice. A little more thought. And maybe, just maybe, all would be right in the worlds. His world, her world, and the Digiworld.
Broadwaypoetess: Deep thought! Whee! Next Chapter!
Ken: *angrily* I kissed her before that!
Kaiser: No, that's a repressed memory. I kissed her first.
Broadwaypoetess: It's my story! You are terrible muses!
Kaiser: No, you just can't manage ideas...
Broadwaypoetess: You're supposed to be unconscious – and in my room!
(Eponine enters)
Eponine: Can I be in this?
Broadwaypoetess: It wouldn't make sense!
Eponine: Just me 'nd M'sier Marius...
(Grantaire enters, drunk, as usual)
Grantaire: *singing, (Monty Python, the Lumberjack song tune)* He's a rebel! He's okay! He's sleeps all night! And shoots all day! He's a rebel, he's okay! *sings (Tune of Flipper, I think)* His name is Enjy..... Enjy! Enjy! Handsomer than me!
(Broadwaypoetess runs into the bathroom and vomits)
Grantaire: But, it's true! He is!
Broadwaypoetess: Forgive me, but, I just love him too, and, well...
(Grantaire runs off and cries)
Broadwaypoetess: Don't own Digimon, don't own Les Miz.... *sits on the Kaiser's lap* And sweetie, this is my fic, and you're not going to...
(Kaiser pushes her off)
Broadwaypoetess: Damn.
