A/N: Remember the whole spiralling out of my control thing? I think that's even more evident in this chapter. Finally, I think they're going
to _do_ something, instead of sitting around, talking. -_-;; By the way, just to clear things up, the timeline is the last episode I watched.
O.o Which is... when Veemon and Wormmon first Jogressed. Okay? Good. ^-^
Untitled
Secret Lives
"So, it's not just me who thinks something's up?" asked Miyako, looking around. She, Hikari, Takeru and Iori were holding an
impromptu meeting in her room. About? Do you really need to even ask? Daisuke, of course, and the way he had run out on them earlier
that day, leaving Chibimon and Minomon behind. The two digimon were in a corner of the room, pouting, because the other Digidestined
had refused to take them through to their partners, till they figured out what was going on. Of course, the two mons _knew_ the problem,
but they certainly weren't going to _tell_ the other Children what it was. Daisuke wouldn't want them to.
"Definitely not." Hikari wore a troubled expression on her face. "Something's definitely up with Daisuke, and it has been for the past
week, at least."
Iori nodded in mute agreement as Takeru said, "But I really doubt that he'll tell us what's wrong, if we confront him about it." The blonde
paused, looking thoughtful. He glanced at Chibimon. "Hey, Chibimon, do you know what's wrong with Daisuke?'
The little blue creature shook its head vehemently, clueing in the Children that it _did_ know something. Takeru grinned at the others.
"Tickle torture should work, don't you think?"
Chibimon whimpered as the Chosen Children advanced on him.
"Hey."
"DAISUKE!!!!" Chibimon shrieked, leaping on top of him. "They were going to tickle me to get me to tell them!!"
Daisuke pried Chibimon off his head. "You guys _could_ have just asked me," he said, laughing. Ken was standing behind him, looking
troubled. "Like you would have told them?" the dark-haired boy interjected sarcastically. The Children exchanged startled looks.
Obviously, the two had fallen out somehow. Ken made his way over to Miyako's bed and flopped down on it, scowling.
~Oh, Kami!~ Miyako thought. ~He's sitting on my bed! MY bed!!~ (A/N: Be prepared for Miyako bashing... *evil grin* what can I
say? I don't like her.)
"I just asked for a little time."
Ken looked up at him. "You said you would do it tomorrow, Motomiya. Tomorrow. Then you said you wanted more time. I asked you
how long. And you want at _least_ a _week_?!"
(A/N: Quite obvious what happened, right? Daisuke lost his nerve.)
The other Children exchanged puzzled looks. Hikari was the first to speak. "Um, do what? What's wrong with Daisuke?"
Ken's dark mood had apparently affected Daisuke too. He grimaced. "Nothing much. Um, do you have... no, never mind. I'm going
home now."
Ken looked at him. "Think about it, Dai. It's yourself you're putting in danger."
Daisuke returned his look evenly. "Not just myself."
"Now I'm _really_ confused," Miyako said mournfully.
~*~
The scene: Miyako's house. Again.
The event: A party! Miyako's parents were both out working late shifts at the shop, which had seen a sudden increase in customers.
They'd agreed to let her hold a party for all the Digidestined, young and old.
But Daisuke had declined to come. The reason? "Don't feel like it," he'd said flippantly. Miyako sighed and stuck her tongue out at his
back.
Ken was there, but he wasn't much enjoying himself. Miyako kept putting slow ballads on and asking him to dance with her. He didn't
like turning her down, but Kami! The girl just could _not_ take a hint!
"Chikuso..." he muttered, as he saw Miyako approaching him - again. Just then, the doorbell rang. Ken cast a puzzled look around. All
the Digidestined were already there, and Miyako's parents had said they would make themselves scarce. So... who would that be?
"I'll get it, Miyako," Ken said brightly, springing up. He tried not to laugh at the look of disappointment on her face. The doorbell rang
again, more insistently.
He opened the door and got the shock of his life when Daisuke all but fell into his arms. "Dai? What the hell?"
"Ken!" He looked up and saw Jun's tear-streaked face, as she tried to support Daisuke. He wrapped an arm around the smaller boy
and helped Jun lead him into the suddenly silent living room. Miyako stopped the music, wondering what the hell had just happened to
Daisuke.
He was wrapped in two blankets, and yet he shivered uncontrollably. In his right hand, he held a splintered piece of wood that he refused
to let go of, despite anything Takeru tried. Ken recognized it for what it was.
"Oh Dai..." he breathed out. "He broke it?" The wine-haired boy closed his eyes - one of which was swollen shut anyway and curled up
in the couch. Jun answered for him.
"Over his back," she said harshly. "Today was the worst by far, Ken. I honestly think he was trying to kill him. It's gone far enough, we
_have_ to let someone know."
"The phone's over there," Ken said, not taking his eyes off Daisuke. His face looked bad enough, with a large purple bruise covering
most of the left side of his face. There was also a long, shallow slash running from the tip of his chin, across his lips and halfway up his
cheek. Ken wondered briefly what lay _under_ the blanket, then decided he really didn't want to kow. He realized his hand was
clenched into a fist, and forced himself to relax. ~Breathe. Breathe. Don't think about how you'd love to kill him. Don't think about what
he's done to your Dai. Breathe...~
The room was so deadly quiet that when Jun spoke into the receiver, her voice rang out clearly. "I'd like to report a child-abuse case."
~owari - dum-de-dum...
A/N: Y'know, this was originally supposed to be a one-shot fic... how'd it end up like this? So now you know what I meant by it getting
WAY out of my control. *grins wryly* Tell me how much you loved/hated this chapter - preferably the first, thank you. No flames as
yet for this fic, and I'd _really_ like to keep it that way. Thankies!
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to _do_ something, instead of sitting around, talking. -_-;; By the way, just to clear things up, the timeline is the last episode I watched.
O.o Which is... when Veemon and Wormmon first Jogressed. Okay? Good. ^-^
Untitled
Secret Lives
"So, it's not just me who thinks something's up?" asked Miyako, looking around. She, Hikari, Takeru and Iori were holding an
impromptu meeting in her room. About? Do you really need to even ask? Daisuke, of course, and the way he had run out on them earlier
that day, leaving Chibimon and Minomon behind. The two digimon were in a corner of the room, pouting, because the other Digidestined
had refused to take them through to their partners, till they figured out what was going on. Of course, the two mons _knew_ the problem,
but they certainly weren't going to _tell_ the other Children what it was. Daisuke wouldn't want them to.
"Definitely not." Hikari wore a troubled expression on her face. "Something's definitely up with Daisuke, and it has been for the past
week, at least."
Iori nodded in mute agreement as Takeru said, "But I really doubt that he'll tell us what's wrong, if we confront him about it." The blonde
paused, looking thoughtful. He glanced at Chibimon. "Hey, Chibimon, do you know what's wrong with Daisuke?'
The little blue creature shook its head vehemently, clueing in the Children that it _did_ know something. Takeru grinned at the others.
"Tickle torture should work, don't you think?"
Chibimon whimpered as the Chosen Children advanced on him.
"Hey."
"DAISUKE!!!!" Chibimon shrieked, leaping on top of him. "They were going to tickle me to get me to tell them!!"
Daisuke pried Chibimon off his head. "You guys _could_ have just asked me," he said, laughing. Ken was standing behind him, looking
troubled. "Like you would have told them?" the dark-haired boy interjected sarcastically. The Children exchanged startled looks.
Obviously, the two had fallen out somehow. Ken made his way over to Miyako's bed and flopped down on it, scowling.
~Oh, Kami!~ Miyako thought. ~He's sitting on my bed! MY bed!!~ (A/N: Be prepared for Miyako bashing... *evil grin* what can I
say? I don't like her.)
"I just asked for a little time."
Ken looked up at him. "You said you would do it tomorrow, Motomiya. Tomorrow. Then you said you wanted more time. I asked you
how long. And you want at _least_ a _week_?!"
(A/N: Quite obvious what happened, right? Daisuke lost his nerve.)
The other Children exchanged puzzled looks. Hikari was the first to speak. "Um, do what? What's wrong with Daisuke?"
Ken's dark mood had apparently affected Daisuke too. He grimaced. "Nothing much. Um, do you have... no, never mind. I'm going
home now."
Ken looked at him. "Think about it, Dai. It's yourself you're putting in danger."
Daisuke returned his look evenly. "Not just myself."
"Now I'm _really_ confused," Miyako said mournfully.
~*~
The scene: Miyako's house. Again.
The event: A party! Miyako's parents were both out working late shifts at the shop, which had seen a sudden increase in customers.
They'd agreed to let her hold a party for all the Digidestined, young and old.
But Daisuke had declined to come. The reason? "Don't feel like it," he'd said flippantly. Miyako sighed and stuck her tongue out at his
back.
Ken was there, but he wasn't much enjoying himself. Miyako kept putting slow ballads on and asking him to dance with her. He didn't
like turning her down, but Kami! The girl just could _not_ take a hint!
"Chikuso..." he muttered, as he saw Miyako approaching him - again. Just then, the doorbell rang. Ken cast a puzzled look around. All
the Digidestined were already there, and Miyako's parents had said they would make themselves scarce. So... who would that be?
"I'll get it, Miyako," Ken said brightly, springing up. He tried not to laugh at the look of disappointment on her face. The doorbell rang
again, more insistently.
He opened the door and got the shock of his life when Daisuke all but fell into his arms. "Dai? What the hell?"
"Ken!" He looked up and saw Jun's tear-streaked face, as she tried to support Daisuke. He wrapped an arm around the smaller boy
and helped Jun lead him into the suddenly silent living room. Miyako stopped the music, wondering what the hell had just happened to
Daisuke.
He was wrapped in two blankets, and yet he shivered uncontrollably. In his right hand, he held a splintered piece of wood that he refused
to let go of, despite anything Takeru tried. Ken recognized it for what it was.
"Oh Dai..." he breathed out. "He broke it?" The wine-haired boy closed his eyes - one of which was swollen shut anyway and curled up
in the couch. Jun answered for him.
"Over his back," she said harshly. "Today was the worst by far, Ken. I honestly think he was trying to kill him. It's gone far enough, we
_have_ to let someone know."
"The phone's over there," Ken said, not taking his eyes off Daisuke. His face looked bad enough, with a large purple bruise covering
most of the left side of his face. There was also a long, shallow slash running from the tip of his chin, across his lips and halfway up his
cheek. Ken wondered briefly what lay _under_ the blanket, then decided he really didn't want to kow. He realized his hand was
clenched into a fist, and forced himself to relax. ~Breathe. Breathe. Don't think about how you'd love to kill him. Don't think about what
he's done to your Dai. Breathe...~
The room was so deadly quiet that when Jun spoke into the receiver, her voice rang out clearly. "I'd like to report a child-abuse case."
~owari - dum-de-dum...
A/N: Y'know, this was originally supposed to be a one-shot fic... how'd it end up like this? So now you know what I meant by it getting
WAY out of my control. *grins wryly* Tell me how much you loved/hated this chapter - preferably the first, thank you. No flames as
yet for this fic, and I'd _really_ like to keep it that way. Thankies!
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