A/N: Okay. The reason I haven't posted in sooooo long is cos my exams are coming up. Actually, at the time I'm writing this AN, my
English exam is tomorrow. So yeah. . Sorry if I disappear again after posting this chappie, okays? You know why, now...
When I write this way: blah blah -blah- blah, the word between the --s is meant to be italicised, stressed, whatever. 'kays?
Disclaimer: Digimon ain't mine, and the song extracts are by Savage Garden, my absolute favourite band before they disbanded, then
they went on my list of idiots.
Untitled
Ken closed his eyes and leaned back in the hard plastic chair, listening to the English music booming through his earphones.
"She's taking her time, making up the reasons, to justify all the hurt inside..."
"Mr. Ichijouji!"
Ken jumped up, tearing the earphones off. "Mr. Ono? How's Daisuke doing?"
The doctor looked at him with pity in his eyes. This boy was too young to see this kind of thing. And his friend, to be subject to it... Ono
sighed to himself. "He isn't too well, I'm afraid. His father cracked a couple of his ribs when he punched him in the chest. One of them
was perilously close to piercing a lung, but we managed to fix that up. Your friend will recover, but he needs time. But the mental
implications... I can suggest a few good psychologists for the trauma, if you wish."
Ken nodded mutely. "Whatever. Can I see him?"
The doctor shook his head firmly. "No. Not yet. I'm sorry. I'll let you know when you can." He patted Ken on the shoulder
sympathetically, then left.
Ken slumped back in his chair, slipped the earphones on again and flipped to another track.
"And we cry.... the tears of pearls... is love really the tragedy the way you might describe?"
Ken opened his eyes.
"Your kisses are like pearls, so different and so rare, but anger stole the jewels away, and love has left you bare, made you cry..."
A tear rolled down Ken's cheek.
~*~
"Ever since your father found out about us, he hasn't been very tolerant, has he, Dai?"
Daisuke smiled wanly up at Ken. "I'll be okay. The police've got otou-san, right?"
Ken nodded, slipping onto his knees next to Daisuke. "Aishiteru, Dai-chan."
"Aishiteru mo..." Daisuke couldn't remember when he had last been so tired. "Gomen, Ken-chan..."
Ken placed a gentle kiss on Daisuke's lips. "Don't be." Daisuke focused on Ken. "'m so tired..." he groaned. "Guess he really
did me in, mm?"
"I shan't say 'I told you so.'" Ken laughed. Daisuke managed to smile. Ken leaned down and kissed Daisuke again.
"Ahhhh!"
Ken jerked back from Daisuke at the sound of the furious scream. Miyako stood in the doorway, loose hair fanning out around her head.
She looked positively deadly. Hikari, Takeru and Iori were frozen with shock, standing around her.
"I did not just see what I thought I saw, did I, Ken?" asked Miyako frostily. She strode into the room, coming face-to-face with Ken.
"Well?!"
"Now that would depend on what you saw, now wouldn't it?" asked Ken, hiding his amusement.
"I saw you kiss Daisuke," Miyako ground out through clenched teeth. Hikari was looking more than a little upset, and she pulled on
Miyako's arm.
"Kyo... c'mon, leave them alone," she said softly. Miyako shook her off roughly. "Ichijouji Ken, listen to me. You are -mine-. Do you
understand? Mine. And you!" She pointed at Daisuke. "You stay away from -my- boyfriend! Get me!"
~*~
I tried not to, really I did. But I was already sick from my dad punching me up, and I was so tired, and it -hurt- and I was so sick and
tired of people trying to run my life first it was my dad and then now it's Miyako and it's just too much for me to take and I'm curled up
now and I'm shaking and the tears are coming down and it -hurts- oh kami it isn't supposed to hurt this much i think i did something to
myself i...
~owari...
A/N: Yes, that last bit was meant to be written like that. It's Daisuke's thoughts, okay? Review, onegai.
English exam is tomorrow. So yeah. . Sorry if I disappear again after posting this chappie, okays? You know why, now...
When I write this way: blah blah -blah- blah, the word between the --s is meant to be italicised, stressed, whatever. 'kays?
Disclaimer: Digimon ain't mine, and the song extracts are by Savage Garden, my absolute favourite band before they disbanded, then
they went on my list of idiots.
Untitled
Ken closed his eyes and leaned back in the hard plastic chair, listening to the English music booming through his earphones.
"She's taking her time, making up the reasons, to justify all the hurt inside..."
"Mr. Ichijouji!"
Ken jumped up, tearing the earphones off. "Mr. Ono? How's Daisuke doing?"
The doctor looked at him with pity in his eyes. This boy was too young to see this kind of thing. And his friend, to be subject to it... Ono
sighed to himself. "He isn't too well, I'm afraid. His father cracked a couple of his ribs when he punched him in the chest. One of them
was perilously close to piercing a lung, but we managed to fix that up. Your friend will recover, but he needs time. But the mental
implications... I can suggest a few good psychologists for the trauma, if you wish."
Ken nodded mutely. "Whatever. Can I see him?"
The doctor shook his head firmly. "No. Not yet. I'm sorry. I'll let you know when you can." He patted Ken on the shoulder
sympathetically, then left.
Ken slumped back in his chair, slipped the earphones on again and flipped to another track.
"And we cry.... the tears of pearls... is love really the tragedy the way you might describe?"
Ken opened his eyes.
"Your kisses are like pearls, so different and so rare, but anger stole the jewels away, and love has left you bare, made you cry..."
A tear rolled down Ken's cheek.
~*~
"Ever since your father found out about us, he hasn't been very tolerant, has he, Dai?"
Daisuke smiled wanly up at Ken. "I'll be okay. The police've got otou-san, right?"
Ken nodded, slipping onto his knees next to Daisuke. "Aishiteru, Dai-chan."
"Aishiteru mo..." Daisuke couldn't remember when he had last been so tired. "Gomen, Ken-chan..."
Ken placed a gentle kiss on Daisuke's lips. "Don't be." Daisuke focused on Ken. "'m so tired..." he groaned. "Guess he really
did me in, mm?"
"I shan't say 'I told you so.'" Ken laughed. Daisuke managed to smile. Ken leaned down and kissed Daisuke again.
"Ahhhh!"
Ken jerked back from Daisuke at the sound of the furious scream. Miyako stood in the doorway, loose hair fanning out around her head.
She looked positively deadly. Hikari, Takeru and Iori were frozen with shock, standing around her.
"I did not just see what I thought I saw, did I, Ken?" asked Miyako frostily. She strode into the room, coming face-to-face with Ken.
"Well?!"
"Now that would depend on what you saw, now wouldn't it?" asked Ken, hiding his amusement.
"I saw you kiss Daisuke," Miyako ground out through clenched teeth. Hikari was looking more than a little upset, and she pulled on
Miyako's arm.
"Kyo... c'mon, leave them alone," she said softly. Miyako shook her off roughly. "Ichijouji Ken, listen to me. You are -mine-. Do you
understand? Mine. And you!" She pointed at Daisuke. "You stay away from -my- boyfriend! Get me!"
~*~
I tried not to, really I did. But I was already sick from my dad punching me up, and I was so tired, and it -hurt- and I was so sick and
tired of people trying to run my life first it was my dad and then now it's Miyako and it's just too much for me to take and I'm curled up
now and I'm shaking and the tears are coming down and it -hurts- oh kami it isn't supposed to hurt this much i think i did something to
myself i...
~owari...
A/N: Yes, that last bit was meant to be written like that. It's Daisuke's thoughts, okay? Review, onegai.