Chapter Two
A/N: This chapter is a bit short, but it will do for a second chapter I guess. That and I'm really tired. I should have this finished within the next week or so.
A quiet noise from the front door caught Daisuke's attention. He listened again and heard two knocks, almost as if from a shy hand, coming from it. He sprung up from his seat on the couch and raced over to it. He stopped a foot from the door, almost sailing right into it. Hmm, five knocks.
"Ken!" Daisuke almost shouted as he opened the door, seeing his best friend. "Ken, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice dripping with wonder and shock. 'That didn't come out the way it meant,' he thought.
Ken understood anyway and shrugged. "I thought, well, since I was nearby, um, I could stop in and see if maybe you might want to do something... together?"
Daisuke nodded. "Yeah..." He quickly glanced over the tall boy. "Sheesh, have you been rolling through the snow?" he asked as he stepped aside, allowing Ken inside.
"I would do that why?" asked Ken, rubbing his hands against each other warming them as he stepped through the doorway.
"Well, I don't know. But you look like you had an encounter with Frosty the Snowman!"
Ken shook his head in amusement, melting snowflakes flying out of his damp blue hair. His cheeks were bright red, emphasized by his pale skin. He smiled as Daisuke shut the door and turned back to him. "I'm fine, Dai. I'll warm up soon."
"You look really cold, though," Daisuke replied as he stepped closer and laid a hand upon Ken's forehead. He pulled away quickly. "You're freezing!"
"Maybe that's why my fingers are numb," Ken stated blankly. He moved his fingers slowly, finally getting warmth to them. Daisuke looked down at them and frowned. They were bright red.
"How long have you been out there?" Daisuke asked, only receiving a shrug as he took Ken by the wrist. He led him to the kitchen, turned on the faucet and twisted the knobs until the water was warm enough. He gently took Ken's hands in his own and placed them under the running water.
Ken was silent as he stood there, barely daring to breathe. He trembled a tiny amount, not from the chilling effects of winter but from the close contact between him and Daisuke. Closing his eyes, he hoped Daisuke would mistake it for shivering. Luckily, it seemed Daisuke did just that, for he said nothing and continued mothering him. He smiled and slightly blushed as he felt Daisuke's arms go around him for a more comfortable position, ignoring the pain rushing through his fingers as his nerves awoke again under the new warmth. Daisuke turned off the faucet after another minute and gave him a towel from one of the drawers.
Daisuke started pulling off his coat, but Ken shrugged his hands away. "I can do that myself. I am still partially independent," he replied as set down the towel and slid off his coat, placing it upon the back of chair. He searched the pockets, finally pulling out what looked to be a small black tube with words on it. Ken hesitantly walked closer to Daisuke and took his hand, putting the candy in it.
"I figured you might like these," he briefly explained as Daisuke held it up to inspect it. The corners of Daisuke's lips turned up as he looked at Ken.
"Aww, thanks."
Ken smiled too as the two walked to the living room and sat down where the younger had sat previously. "What have you been doing lately?"
Daisuke shrugged. "Trying to figure out what to do."
Ken only nodded as he glanced at the television. He raised an eyebrow. "Dai, what is this?"
"I don't really know. I haven't been watching it too closely."
Ken laughed. "I suppose not. It's some romance film. And since last I checked, you wouldn't be caught dead watching something like it."
Daisuke looked up at the screen, actual shock wavering across his face. Ken couldn't have mistaken it. This was a romance film!
He frowned and made an expression of disgust as the two on screen passionately kissed. "Oh, come on. Stop playing spit-hockey! Those two don't even have feelings for each other that bad. That is so over-acting! And kissing is gross!" he exclaimed at the television.
Ken shrugged. "I don't think kissing would be that terrible," he replied, shutting his mouth firmly after he realized what he had said.
"Oh, really?" Daisuke asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you know... I mean, um..." he began nervously, stumbling over the words.
Daisuke smiled and scooted closer. "Say, Ken. How would you like to perform... an experiment?"
"What kind of an experiment?" he asked, half-knowing the answer.
"Well, an experiment that would answer the kissing problem."
"I don't know. I mean, what if." Ken tried to argue, but couldn't find a good argument. Daisuke leaned in closer, Ken soon following his example.
"Shh..." he trailed off as his lips came within an inch of Ken's. Their eyes closed as their lips gently touched each other's in a first, chaste kiss.
A/N: This chapter is a bit short, but it will do for a second chapter I guess. That and I'm really tired. I should have this finished within the next week or so.
A quiet noise from the front door caught Daisuke's attention. He listened again and heard two knocks, almost as if from a shy hand, coming from it. He sprung up from his seat on the couch and raced over to it. He stopped a foot from the door, almost sailing right into it. Hmm, five knocks.
"Ken!" Daisuke almost shouted as he opened the door, seeing his best friend. "Ken, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice dripping with wonder and shock. 'That didn't come out the way it meant,' he thought.
Ken understood anyway and shrugged. "I thought, well, since I was nearby, um, I could stop in and see if maybe you might want to do something... together?"
Daisuke nodded. "Yeah..." He quickly glanced over the tall boy. "Sheesh, have you been rolling through the snow?" he asked as he stepped aside, allowing Ken inside.
"I would do that why?" asked Ken, rubbing his hands against each other warming them as he stepped through the doorway.
"Well, I don't know. But you look like you had an encounter with Frosty the Snowman!"
Ken shook his head in amusement, melting snowflakes flying out of his damp blue hair. His cheeks were bright red, emphasized by his pale skin. He smiled as Daisuke shut the door and turned back to him. "I'm fine, Dai. I'll warm up soon."
"You look really cold, though," Daisuke replied as he stepped closer and laid a hand upon Ken's forehead. He pulled away quickly. "You're freezing!"
"Maybe that's why my fingers are numb," Ken stated blankly. He moved his fingers slowly, finally getting warmth to them. Daisuke looked down at them and frowned. They were bright red.
"How long have you been out there?" Daisuke asked, only receiving a shrug as he took Ken by the wrist. He led him to the kitchen, turned on the faucet and twisted the knobs until the water was warm enough. He gently took Ken's hands in his own and placed them under the running water.
Ken was silent as he stood there, barely daring to breathe. He trembled a tiny amount, not from the chilling effects of winter but from the close contact between him and Daisuke. Closing his eyes, he hoped Daisuke would mistake it for shivering. Luckily, it seemed Daisuke did just that, for he said nothing and continued mothering him. He smiled and slightly blushed as he felt Daisuke's arms go around him for a more comfortable position, ignoring the pain rushing through his fingers as his nerves awoke again under the new warmth. Daisuke turned off the faucet after another minute and gave him a towel from one of the drawers.
Daisuke started pulling off his coat, but Ken shrugged his hands away. "I can do that myself. I am still partially independent," he replied as set down the towel and slid off his coat, placing it upon the back of chair. He searched the pockets, finally pulling out what looked to be a small black tube with words on it. Ken hesitantly walked closer to Daisuke and took his hand, putting the candy in it.
"I figured you might like these," he briefly explained as Daisuke held it up to inspect it. The corners of Daisuke's lips turned up as he looked at Ken.
"Aww, thanks."
Ken smiled too as the two walked to the living room and sat down where the younger had sat previously. "What have you been doing lately?"
Daisuke shrugged. "Trying to figure out what to do."
Ken only nodded as he glanced at the television. He raised an eyebrow. "Dai, what is this?"
"I don't really know. I haven't been watching it too closely."
Ken laughed. "I suppose not. It's some romance film. And since last I checked, you wouldn't be caught dead watching something like it."
Daisuke looked up at the screen, actual shock wavering across his face. Ken couldn't have mistaken it. This was a romance film!
He frowned and made an expression of disgust as the two on screen passionately kissed. "Oh, come on. Stop playing spit-hockey! Those two don't even have feelings for each other that bad. That is so over-acting! And kissing is gross!" he exclaimed at the television.
Ken shrugged. "I don't think kissing would be that terrible," he replied, shutting his mouth firmly after he realized what he had said.
"Oh, really?" Daisuke asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you know... I mean, um..." he began nervously, stumbling over the words.
Daisuke smiled and scooted closer. "Say, Ken. How would you like to perform... an experiment?"
"What kind of an experiment?" he asked, half-knowing the answer.
"Well, an experiment that would answer the kissing problem."
"I don't know. I mean, what if." Ken tried to argue, but couldn't find a good argument. Daisuke leaned in closer, Ken soon following his example.
"Shh..." he trailed off as his lips came within an inch of Ken's. Their eyes closed as their lips gently touched each other's in a first, chaste kiss.