Grrr…glares at FF.N:: Stupid site. I love ya Xing and co but sometimes this is a pain in the ass. First of all, I can't upload new chapters at FF.N. This was going on ever before the crash! Second of all, it deleted this chapter and since I don't believe in archive I had to rewrite this. I don't think I've been closer to homicide.
Yamato: Lilac, there are people in Africa who are starving, major child sex rings in Asia, thousands of people in the US have died from the bombings, and there are many homeless people, and you're whining about a site that provides free services?
Lilac: Um, yeah.
Yamato: o_0 -_-; You're too pampered.
Lilac: Yeah, I know. .
D/c: I don't own Digimon, the concept or the characters. The
creators have given me no permission to write this and I am not
making money off of this. At least, not that I know of.
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I gasped as the rain beat at me as I made my way towards the destination. The soccer field. He was probably playing soccer. Or banging his head into the wall so he could fall unconscious and…
'Shut up.' I ordered my mind. I'm not a big believer in fairy tales, or happy endings because some things in life never have a happy ending. But I just hoped to Kami that this would have one. I don't know if I could live with myself if Daisuke, well, you know.
"Shit!" I exclaimed as I reached the bridge, and stopped, panting and trying to catch my breath. I was never going to catch up with him. It was hopeless. I didn't even know where he was, if he was moving or what! This was so infuriating! It was like travelling down a dark tunnel, but the light was no where in sight.
My breath caught up in my throat. And I knew it wasn't form just running. What if I didn't find him? What if he died? What if…
'What if you're just imagining things and he's just gone to think?' a harsh voice interpreted my train of thought.
'Shut the hell up and let me sulk.' I demanded. The voice seemed to shrug and shut up. Thank god.
Then I saw him. He was sitting on the railing of the bridge, looking down into the water depths. I wish I couldn't have seen his expression. I wish he would get off the wet slippery railing. I wish…
I wish I wasn't seeing his fingers slowly slip. I wish I wasn't seeing the rain slowly slide his body into the unknown depths. But I was.
"Daisuke!" I cried out, running towards the bridge and just as he was over, threw up upper half over and grabbed around the air for something, anything.
Suddenly I felt smooth skin grace my fingertips, and I grabbed onto it, latched on for my life and his. I gulped as I struggled to maintain my balance while holding him.
"Yamato!" I heard his voice cal out. "Let me go, you'll drop!"
"I don't care!" I exclaimed. "It'll be your fault!" The damn bastard. I save his life and he expects me to give up? Ha!
Now the struggle would be to get him up. Tricky, but I could do it. I slowly started to raise him, inch my inch. I couldn't go too fast, or else I probably wind up dropping him. Thank god, even though the kid is a jock, he didn't weigh too much. In fact, he was fairly light. Almost… too light…
But never mind that now. I had to save the ungrateful little bastard. So, using the lubricated rail, I managed to get his upper half over. It took a bit of concentration and the ability to let Daisuke come before my anger, but I managed to work it out. I eventually got his whole body over, and onto the cement. Taking a deep breath, I then let my anger take over.
"YOU STUPID SON OF A-"
"You shouldn't swear in public." He interrupted quietly. I growled at him.
"What were you trying to prove?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Nothing. Not that it's any of your business or anything." He said, refusing to look up at me from his fetal position. I growled again and resisted the urge to slap him. Hard.
"O.K. Daisuke." I gritted my teeth. That urge. "Then tell me why it's not my concern when one of my friends tries to throw themselves over a bridge." At that, I heard a cruel laugh.
"I don't get the joke Motomiya." I glared, the urge coming on stronger then I had ever felt it. He looked up at me, his eyes seeming to burry themselves in my soul. It's one of those moments you know you'll remember for the rest of your life.
"Are we friends Yamato? Or even acquaintances? Once you nearly tried to push me off of the edge of the mountain, as I remember." He gave a small smile and looked back towards his knees. The rain was absolutely pouring now, and I couldn't barely see him. I sighed as the water seemed to make my anger high drop, and look at Daisuke tiredly.
"C'mon, let's go back to my house. You'll get hypothermia." He sat there and contemplated the meaning of life for a moment, then nodded and stood up. Or at least he tried to. But when he got off his hands, his knees buckled and I reached out to grabbed him before he fell. I looked down and saw him blushing lightly, or at least I think he was. It was hard to tell, like I said it was just pouring sheets.
"Arigato, Yamato san."
"Iie, do itamashita." Then, we started to walk.
"You know, Yamato, I am immune to viruses. You'll catch a cold way before I ever do."
"Just keep walking Shorty Pants."
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Daisuke
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We walked in silence. Thank Kami. I've never especially liked socializing, and I know Yamato wasn't a party animal either. But it wasn't a nice silence or a bad silence. It was just silence.
He checked over his shoulder every once and a while to make sure I was still there. Yeah right. Where would I go? Home to an empty house? Wait, that didn't sound half bad…
I winced as I mentally smacked myself. I had to stay here. Yamato and myself had never had exactly what you would call a budding relationship but I was pretty sure this was kind of important to him. It would be cruel to try to walk away now.
Well, important might not be the word. It was more like something he needed to do, I guess. He wasn't the kind of person to walk away from something like this, and I admired him for that. But sooner or later everyone takes their bow and leaves the stage.
In short, we finally got back to his apartment. He opened the door, still not saying a word, kicked off his shoes and went off to somewhere else, leave me all alone. I simply stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do. He seemed to be, well, kind of P.O.'ed. But eventually he came back, with a towel.
"Here." He said monotonely, throwing me the towel.
"Arigato." I muttered. I didn't do anything. He dried off his hair, and then checked out how I was doing, and frowned.
"Daisuke, the entire point of giving you a towel is to dry you off." Yamato said. I shrugged, looking down. When I didn't say anything else, he sighed.
"C'mon…" He grabbed my arm. I gasped as I was thrown off balance because of the sudden tug, and for the second time that night, I fell. And for the second time, I landed on Yamato.
"Arigato." I murmured. Yamato snorted.
"You know, you really are a klutz." Humour outlined his tone, but I still refused to meet his gaze. He went over and sat me down on a chair, the kneeled down to remove my runners. Then, with a look of distain he took the muddy, wet things over to the entrance and set them down on the mat. Yamato proceeded to come back over, take the towel and start wiping my face, my hands, my hair… everything. I squirmed slightly and he took off my coat. I didn't like this. I hated having people close to me. But surprisingly, I could stand Yamato touching me. There was just something about him…
"So Daisuke…" he said finally, finishing the last of my hair. "Why did you try to jump?" I felt myself stiffen.
"I was not jumping." I replied coldly. Bad tone. Yama didn't like that tone and I knew it.
"Oh, so what?" he asked, drying just a little bit harder. "You were simply sitting on the ledge and started to slip?" I shrugged, trying to be, well, inoffensive.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it." I heard the blonde sigh from behind me, and before I knew it he had swung himself round to look me in the eye.
"You can't fool me Daisuke." Yamato said. I wanted to say something. Anything. But instead I found myself held in a kind of trance. "I don't know if you wanted to intentionally or not, but you wouldn't care if you had simply disappeared forever."
"True, but that was not the question you asked me." The blond simply ignored this, and getting up, asked another question.
"Daisuke, are you eating?" I found at this question. What the…?
At my confused glance, he sighed. "It just seemed to me that you were a bit on the light side." I shrugged.
"Well, I probably haven't been eating like I should." Yamato nodded.
"I'll fix you something." He stated, moving towards the kitchen.
"Yamato, you don't…" at his icy glare, I gulped and rephrased it. "have to go to a lot of trouble. Just something quick will do." He nodded and started towards the kitchen again. After a few shuffling sounds and the opening of the cupboards and fridge, he had a verdict.
"How about grill cheese?" I shrugged. Why not? It had culture. I'm not sure which one, but it had culture.
"Sure." I reply.
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Yamato
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I gave a small smile to myself as I flipped the sandwich. I probably wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but I liked this. I like to feeling of having someone to care for. Ever since the Digital world, I haven't really had anyone to look out for and protect. To have a relationship like that again just felt… good. I finally found someone as messed up as I was and it felt good to be able to try to help him. It just brought back some part of me.
Plus, it also gave me a good chance to work on my cooking skills. I didn't cook for my father a lot, and I never did anything fancy when it was just me.
I gave a glance over to the kitchen table where Daisuke was sitting, and smiled. His head was down on the table, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. His face was emotionless, but yet, he just looked so, well… adorable. Truth be told, he was slowly wiggling his way into my heart, the damn kid.
"So Daisuke," I called out, keeping one eye on the pan and the other on him. He said his head, staring blankly.
"Yeah?"
"What's the relationship with your parents like?" I asked, flipping the grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate, turning off the stove and carrying it to him. He shrugged.
"You know. They're there. Sometimes."
"Workaholics?"
"Yeah." I nodded. Kami knew I could understand.
"What about with Jun?" He shrugged again.
"She's there sometimes too. Truth be told, none of us actually live there, per say. We pretty much just sleep there." I nodded again. Funny. His family situation was similar to mine. I thought his family would be more, well, normal then that.
"Yeah, I know." Daisuke said. Startled out of my thoughts I stared at him. "Most people think we're just a bunch of yuppies. You know, the entire 'Someone is always watching us 24/7, church every Sunday, drive 20 miles under the speed limit etcetera. But not really." (A/N: I don't think there's anything wrong with life styles like that, only if you don't believe in what you're doing.) I nodded again.
You know what? What Sora said about Daisuke and I being similar? She was right. Another thing I wasn't likely to admit, but she was right. Damn her for being so insightful.
"Are you going to eat that?" I asked him. He cocked his head and stared at me, almost interested. It was a bit freaky.
"Are you?" I shook my head. "Na, not hungry." He sat back, crossed his arms and pouted.
"Well, if you aren't eating, I'm not." I stared at him, and blinked. What?
"Why?" I asked. He gave a small grin.
"Because if I have bad eating habits, you're anorexic." I blinked.
"But I'm not!" I protested. He shrugged.
"I'm not budging on my offer." I groaned.
"Dai chan, you are impossible!" I stated, going back to the kitchen. He didn't
reply. The air seemed to hold an air of, well, suspicion.
"Dai chan?" he repeated.
"Dai chan what?" I mumbled, turning on the stove again.
"Why'd you call me Dai chan?" he asked. I frowned as I turned to his direction.
"What, it's illegal to call you Dai chan?" Daisuke looked down at the table top, tracing invisible patterns with his index finger, the other hand placed in his lap.
"No, it's just that… you've never really called me that before." He mumbled, sounding a little embarrassed. He got so cute when he was embarrassed.
"So?" He shrugged his shoulders, and the conversation ended. I won. Ha ha ha.
"Yamato?" Daisuke asked cautiously.
"Hai?" I asked.
"Do you think I'm… well, a bit thick? O.K., not a bit but so thick that a bulldozer couldn't get anything past my mind." I turned around once again to stare at him, and frowned. His position hadn't changed much. His head was a bit higher now.
"Why?"
"Ah. O.K. I thought so." Daisuke sighed, letting his fingers wander around on the table. I sighed as I flipped the grilled cheese sandwich onto my plate, and went over to the table.
"Daisuke, first of all, I haven't answered your question yet. Sec-"
"Yes you have." he interrupted. "You asked why. It means you're trying to avoid giving a direct answer. Therefore, you think I am a blockhead." My eyes widened a bit.
"Daisuke, anyone who can give that analogy can't be totally thick." I said,
sitting down beside him. "Besides, being thick isn't always a bad thing."
Daisuke shrugged.
"Sure." I sighed mentally. He didn't sound like he wanted to carry it any further, which I wish he would but oh well. I can't force him. So, I took a bit of the sandwich.
"Are you happy now?" I asked. He slowly shook his head. I groaned. "What now?" He stared at me curiously, and then sighed, like it was the most obvious question in the world.
"The cheese went all hard."
"ARG!"
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We walked in silence. Just like we had before. It wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't forced. I think we were just both lost in thought.
He had stayed for about another hour or so. We had talked about a few things, eaten, yada yada. You know, it turns out Daisuke isn't half as annoying as he pretends to be. I had offered to let him stay the night, but he refused, saying that Jun should be expecting him. But I could have sworn I saw the faintest of blush on his cheeks, which in my opinion, looked absolutely adorable. I liked making him do that. O.K., so I'm a bit of a control freak. But you won't hold that against me, will you?
So, eventually we made it back to his apartment. For a moment, we just stood outside the building, standing in silence. It may sound cliché but I didn't want it to end. Once he left, I'd be alone again. Which wasn't bad, but having the feeling of being needed just gave me a thrill. I didn't want it to end.
"So, here we are." Daisuke finally broke the silence. I glanced down at him briefly, then returned my head to the sky.
"Yeah." More silence.
"I'd walk you to your door, but your sister…"
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Silence. Then, I felt Daisuke turned and look up at me. I returned his gaze, waiting for him to speak.
"I, well, uh, kind of…" he trailed off. I nodded.
"Yeah, me too." We kept gazing at each other. His eyes seemed to be lit with some sort of fire I'd never noticed before. A beautiful fire, which seemed to drill into me some how. Them, I cupping his face, I started to lean down. His eyes held a deer-trapped-in-headlights look, but he didn't pull away. This was up to fate…
"EXCUSE ME!" An extremely rude voice yelled, pushing through us. I turned to glare at the bastard. Stupid idiot.
"Daisuke, I…" I turned back, but Daisuke wasn't there anymore. I swore.
Damn fate.
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-Lilac