Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to a bunch of idiots who don't know good shounen ai possibilities when they see it. In other words, it ain't
mine.
A/N: Hmm... this is strange. I have nothing to say.
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For the second time that day, Ken found himself pacing the corridors outside the operating theatre, waiting for news about Daisuke. He
still didn't know what was wrong with his koibito... something about a blood clot?
Hands rested lightly on his shoulders, massaging the tension out of them. Ken sagged gratefully into Jun's arms. "Don't know," he said
dully, before she could ask. "They haven't told me anything. His heart rate monitor suddenly went crazy, the doctors started running
around like scared rabbits, and they rushed him in there." He rubbed his eyes tiredly, then wrapped his arms around Kun, taking comfort
in her simple human presence.
"My poor otouto..." Ken barely heard her whispered words, but he certainly felt the tears that dropped onto his head. He tightened his
grip around her, two lost souls mourning a loved one.
"Excuse me. Gomen, but are you relations of one Motomiya Daisuke?"
The two children broke apart to see two uniformed policemen standing beside them. One was smiling apologetically. The other was
flipping through a file, but he too paused to smile, before returning to his papers.
"I'm his sister," Jun said huskily, wiping her tears away hastily. Ken blinked furiously, keeping traitorous liquid behind his lids.
"His best friend," he answered the unspoken query. "We... Jun and I were the only ones who knew. And Dai's mother."
"All right," the policeman nodded. His companion was -still- looking through papers. He came to one and stopped, pulling it out. The
first man spoke up again. "I'm Inspector Fujiwara, and this is my partner, Keijuu. We were assigned to this case... I believe you were the
one who reported it, Miss Motomiya?" Jun nodded mutely.
"I'll have to ask you a few questions about your brother and father, Motomiya-san," Keijuu said gently. "Now would be the best time, if
you're up for it." Jun agreed, and he led her away, out of ear-shot.
Which left Ken alone with Fujiwara. The brown-haired man raised an eyebrow.
"Ichijouji Ken, right? I've seen you on TV."
"Hasn't everyone?" Ken asked sourly. He didn't appreciate being reminded of his celebrity status - especially not while his best friend
was dying! His hand clenched into a fist without his knowing, and he began to pace again. Fujiwara watched him for a moment, noting
how tense the young boy looked.
Ken stopped abruptly, whirling around to face Fujiwara. "Sir! Do you have any news on Daisuke?" he asked, his eyes alight with hope.
It was terrible for Fujiwara to watch that hope die as he shook his head. "Oh," Ken mumbled. "Thought that... since you were a cop,
they might've told you..." He raised his eyes again. "Could you find out? They won't tell me anything!" Frustrated, he slammed a fist into
the unoffending wall.
"You were close to him, then?" Fujiwara asked. Ken was silent for a few minutes, and Fujiwara thought that he was trying to think up an
answer. Then Ken's shoulders shook and the policeman realized with a shock that Ken was... crying.
'Chikuso,' he thought to himself frantically. He wasn't exactly a touchy-feely sort of person - that was Keijuu! They'd thought the girl
might have a breakdown, but not him, not Ken... oh, shimetta. He was in trouble. He didn't have a clue what to do.
Fortunately, he was saved from having to do anything when Ken pulled himself together, shuddering. "Hai," he said flatly. "I was close to
him." Ken felt his gut wrench. "He's the first friend I ever had. Sometimes, I think he's the only friend I have." The look he gave the good
detective was slightly sardonic, a little wondering, and very pained. "And I think he's dying." He hit the wall once more for good measure.
The wall was solid concrete. His finger was fragile bone. Ken didn't even notice that he'd broken his finger, but resumed pacing.
Fujiwara was just slightly in shock, and feeling very out of his depth. He'd never seen such strong emotions in anyone before - to the
point where one ignored one's own injuries? He blinked, trying to rouse himself. He caught Ken by the shoulder, forcing the boy to stop.
"You need to have that hand looked at," he said pointedly. "After which, I'll also have to ask you a few things about your friend. And the
wall never did anything to you, so don't do anything to it."
Ken just nodded, his eyes downcast. Fujiwara frowned, his heart aching for this child, left so alone...
~owari
A/N: Is this Ken angst I see? oh, dearie me... *cackles insanely* Review!
mine.
A/N: Hmm... this is strange. I have nothing to say.
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For the second time that day, Ken found himself pacing the corridors outside the operating theatre, waiting for news about Daisuke. He
still didn't know what was wrong with his koibito... something about a blood clot?
Hands rested lightly on his shoulders, massaging the tension out of them. Ken sagged gratefully into Jun's arms. "Don't know," he said
dully, before she could ask. "They haven't told me anything. His heart rate monitor suddenly went crazy, the doctors started running
around like scared rabbits, and they rushed him in there." He rubbed his eyes tiredly, then wrapped his arms around Kun, taking comfort
in her simple human presence.
"My poor otouto..." Ken barely heard her whispered words, but he certainly felt the tears that dropped onto his head. He tightened his
grip around her, two lost souls mourning a loved one.
"Excuse me. Gomen, but are you relations of one Motomiya Daisuke?"
The two children broke apart to see two uniformed policemen standing beside them. One was smiling apologetically. The other was
flipping through a file, but he too paused to smile, before returning to his papers.
"I'm his sister," Jun said huskily, wiping her tears away hastily. Ken blinked furiously, keeping traitorous liquid behind his lids.
"His best friend," he answered the unspoken query. "We... Jun and I were the only ones who knew. And Dai's mother."
"All right," the policeman nodded. His companion was -still- looking through papers. He came to one and stopped, pulling it out. The
first man spoke up again. "I'm Inspector Fujiwara, and this is my partner, Keijuu. We were assigned to this case... I believe you were the
one who reported it, Miss Motomiya?" Jun nodded mutely.
"I'll have to ask you a few questions about your brother and father, Motomiya-san," Keijuu said gently. "Now would be the best time, if
you're up for it." Jun agreed, and he led her away, out of ear-shot.
Which left Ken alone with Fujiwara. The brown-haired man raised an eyebrow.
"Ichijouji Ken, right? I've seen you on TV."
"Hasn't everyone?" Ken asked sourly. He didn't appreciate being reminded of his celebrity status - especially not while his best friend
was dying! His hand clenched into a fist without his knowing, and he began to pace again. Fujiwara watched him for a moment, noting
how tense the young boy looked.
Ken stopped abruptly, whirling around to face Fujiwara. "Sir! Do you have any news on Daisuke?" he asked, his eyes alight with hope.
It was terrible for Fujiwara to watch that hope die as he shook his head. "Oh," Ken mumbled. "Thought that... since you were a cop,
they might've told you..." He raised his eyes again. "Could you find out? They won't tell me anything!" Frustrated, he slammed a fist into
the unoffending wall.
"You were close to him, then?" Fujiwara asked. Ken was silent for a few minutes, and Fujiwara thought that he was trying to think up an
answer. Then Ken's shoulders shook and the policeman realized with a shock that Ken was... crying.
'Chikuso,' he thought to himself frantically. He wasn't exactly a touchy-feely sort of person - that was Keijuu! They'd thought the girl
might have a breakdown, but not him, not Ken... oh, shimetta. He was in trouble. He didn't have a clue what to do.
Fortunately, he was saved from having to do anything when Ken pulled himself together, shuddering. "Hai," he said flatly. "I was close to
him." Ken felt his gut wrench. "He's the first friend I ever had. Sometimes, I think he's the only friend I have." The look he gave the good
detective was slightly sardonic, a little wondering, and very pained. "And I think he's dying." He hit the wall once more for good measure.
The wall was solid concrete. His finger was fragile bone. Ken didn't even notice that he'd broken his finger, but resumed pacing.
Fujiwara was just slightly in shock, and feeling very out of his depth. He'd never seen such strong emotions in anyone before - to the
point where one ignored one's own injuries? He blinked, trying to rouse himself. He caught Ken by the shoulder, forcing the boy to stop.
"You need to have that hand looked at," he said pointedly. "After which, I'll also have to ask you a few things about your friend. And the
wall never did anything to you, so don't do anything to it."
Ken just nodded, his eyes downcast. Fujiwara frowned, his heart aching for this child, left so alone...
~owari
A/N: Is this Ken angst I see? oh, dearie me... *cackles insanely* Review!