Warning: This fic will contain yaoi, meaning male-male relationship!
Author's notes: I started this fic on my birthday. It's going to have some other pairings except Kensuke, usually minor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. The show and all related characters belong to Toei Animation Co.
~~~Cambio Dolor~~~
~Prologue~
"Do you think we can keep this going for much longer?"
The Kaiser frowned for a tiny, alomost insignifiant second.. "If you think we should stop..." He left the sentence unfinished.
"No!" The redhead seemed infuriated.
"Fine then, I'll see you tomorrow."
"I can't. The night after."
"Fine. Good night."
"Good night."
The words had been spoken coldly, unnaturally so. Their relationship had arrived to a point where rutine settled in and the first emotions died away. It takes comitment to go on with the relationship, to take it to the next level, where new feelings appear, more deep, more stabil, more intimate and more profound. It is a stage when more than ever, things hang on to a thread.
Covered with the shroud of the lightless night, the person leaving through the digiport could not be recognised. Its identity was certain to remain a mystery to whoever would happen to be passing by. Which, due to the late hour, was highly improbable. The said person tumbled through a computer into Daisuke Motomiya's room, placing a digivice next to it and went tired to bed.
Little did the pair know, destiny was going to cut that thread and sever their bond.
~End Prologue~
Let's see, who can guess the identity of the said person? Come on, it's not hard...
Author's notes: I started this fic on my birthday. It's going to have some other pairings except Kensuke, usually minor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. The show and all related characters belong to Toei Animation Co.
~~~Cambio Dolor~~~
~Prologue~
"Do you think we can keep this going for much longer?"
The Kaiser frowned for a tiny, alomost insignifiant second.. "If you think we should stop..." He left the sentence unfinished.
"No!" The redhead seemed infuriated.
"Fine then, I'll see you tomorrow."
"I can't. The night after."
"Fine. Good night."
"Good night."
The words had been spoken coldly, unnaturally so. Their relationship had arrived to a point where rutine settled in and the first emotions died away. It takes comitment to go on with the relationship, to take it to the next level, where new feelings appear, more deep, more stabil, more intimate and more profound. It is a stage when more than ever, things hang on to a thread.
Covered with the shroud of the lightless night, the person leaving through the digiport could not be recognised. Its identity was certain to remain a mystery to whoever would happen to be passing by. Which, due to the late hour, was highly improbable. The said person tumbled through a computer into Daisuke Motomiya's room, placing a digivice next to it and went tired to bed.
Little did the pair know, destiny was going to cut that thread and sever their bond.
~End Prologue~
Let's see, who can guess the identity of the said person? Come on, it's not hard...