Title. Edge of the Moon
Authour. ~sushisama~ (sbolce@esper.com)
Warnings. Fluffy Takouji.
Because I wanted to write it.
Disclaimer. Digimon and all of its characters are owned by Toei. Right?
I think. Umm.
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Notes. This fic was sitting in the back of my mind, just begging to be
written. So, grr, I wrote it, when I
should really be working on Warrior's or my Kingdom Hearts fics, or
SCHOOL. *coughcough* Anyway.
I have seen much of the Frontier series, English or Japanese, but I know
enough to write this fic. Go me. It's a bit AU-ish, and there may be a few
things wrong. Not sure. Tell me if you see something wrong, though,
I'd appreciate it. Read and review,
please.
/ / =
thoughts [ ] = dreams ( ) = flashbacks
::*~~*::
The two
Digidestined sat by the lake, both staring at the waters. Takuya was sitting cross-legged with his
eyes cast downwards, while Izumi held her head up, her eyes full of
determination. There was a silence
between the two of them that was growing.
It didn't bother Takuya - he, after all, wanted some quiet so he could
think.
On the other hand, though, it
was pissing the hell out of Izumi.
"Why won't you tell me
what's going on?" she finally spoke up, turning to face her friend.
"Because, I..." Takuya's voice sounded so defeated. "I just can't, okay?"
"No, it's not okay,"
Izumi scolded, a look on her face that was going unseen by the boy she was
directing it to. "This is the
fifth night you've wandered away from the camp, looking all depressed, and I
want to know why!"
Takuya pulled his knees close
to his body, his next words muffled by their presence: "I just have a lot
on my mind..."
"Is it enough to make you
this upset?"
"I'm not upset,
Izumi," he corrected, resting his chin on knees so that he could once
again stare at the lake. "I'm
just... I don't know... I want to say 'unhappy', but that's not really
it..."
"Discontent?" she
offered.
"That sounds about
right." He sighed. "But, still, it's nothing for you to be
worried about..."
"You're quieter than you
used to be," she admitted.
"We've all noticed it... well, really Kouji did, but we saw it once
he pointed it out..."
Takuya said nothing for a
second, Izumi's words seeping into his mind.
"...Kouji noticed?"
"Yeah. He said that you were acting strange and
that you weren't as hyper as you used to be.
He said he kind of missed it..."
"He... he missed
it?"
Izumi raised an eyebrow. It was strange how the brown-haired boy
seemed to brighten up at those words.
"Yeah, I guess he just... missed you. You should stop thinking so much so that we can have you
back."
"I... I can't help but
think, though."
"What do you think
about?"
"Everything."
"There's your
problem," she said in a sort of 'you-should've-known-that' kind of
voice. "Narrow it down to one
thing so it's not so much to concentrate on."
"There's so much..."
"Think of the most
important thing."
Takuya nodded and allowed his
mind to do just that. But with the
thoughts came images that made him blush.
"I can't, Izumi. If that's
all I think about then I'll always be too distracted..."
"Now, what could you
possibly be thinking about, hmm?"
Takuya's blush deepened into a
crimson hue, but he did not reply.
Izumi took his blush and his
silence as a hint and a smile grew on her face as she thought she knew what it
was. "You're thinking about
someone, aren't you?"
"N-no... what gives you
that idea?"
"You're
blushing." Takuya groaned and hid
his head from her, his friend's smile only growing. "So, who is it? Tell
me~!"
"No!" Takuya
defended, looking up at his friend.
"Don't... don't worry about it, okay? It's not important..."
"If it's making you
depressed, then it is important, Takuya."
"It isn't making me
sad," Takuya admitted, turning his sight to the moon in the sky. "That's just one of the big things on
my mind... there are other things..."
"Well, what else is
there?"
Takuya fell silent, obvious
pain etched on his face. His face
scrounged as he closed his eyes. He
looked like he was about to cry.
"Takuya?" Izumi
asked quietly, putting her hand on his shoulder. "What is it...?"
"I'm afraid of going
home." He hugged his knees tighter
to him, ignoring Izumi's touch. "I
don't want to go back to what's waiting for me..."
"What's waiting for you,
Takuya?"
"My... my parents are
getting a divorce. There's a lot of
fighting going on between our family.
They're thinking about separating me and my brother..." He buried his head in his legs. "I just don't want deal with it
anymore..."
"Takuya..." She could only stare at her friend, not
exactly sure what to say.
"I..."
"Just don't say anything,
please, Izumi." He sniffled,
choking back the sob that wanted to come up.
"But... talk about it does help..."
Izumi nodded. "Let it all out."
He looked up at her, the
sadness evident in his eyes. "I
can't... no offense, but you're not..."
He trailed off, not exactly knowing how to explain himself.
"I'm not the one you want
comforting you, right?" Takuya
nodded. "I understand. But... is it someone here, or someone back
in the real world?"
"Here..."
"Well, you've already hinted
it's not me." She put her hand to
her chin in thought. "And I'm
hoping it's not one of the Digimon, so that leaves Junpei, Tomoki, or Kouji... Hmm..." She only took a minute before it seemed to hit her. "I know who..."
"...and you don't
care?" Takuya asked timidly.
"Should I?"
"It's a guy I
like..."
"So?"
"You don't think it's
wrong?"
"Does it make you happy
to think about him?"
"Yes, for the most
part..."
Izumi smiled softly at
him. "Then, that's all that
matters."
"Really?"
"Really."
"How do you think he'll
feel about it, though?"
Izumi shrugged. "Not sure. It's not like anyone knows anything about him, like he'd tell us
willingly..."
/ She really does know who it
is, / Takuya mused, feeling a bit better.
"It's almost
morning," Izumi observed. "We
should get back to the camp."
"You go on ahead,"
Takuya replied, his voice losing the sadden edge it had a moment before. "I want to be by myself for a few more
minutes."
The blonde girl nodded and
stood up. "Okay, just don't take a
long time, all right?" Takuya
nodded. Izumi smiled and leaned down to
kiss the top of his head.
"Everything will get better, you'll see." With that, she wandered through the forest
back to the camp.
As she made her way back, she
heard a twig snap and a few leaves crunch.
She turned quickly to the source of the noise, more than ready attack if
needed. She relaxed when she saw who it
was.
"You startled me,
Kouji," she said in a friendly manner.
Kouji did not reply, but only
looked towards the area Izumi had just left, an image of Takuya still visible.
Izumi followed his gaze and
smirked. "You know who he was
talking about, right?"
The blue-haired boy didn't
answer.
"Kouji?"
He turned to her for a second,
giving her a stern look, before turning around and heading back to where the
other two child were, not giving either Izumi or Takuya a second look.
::*~~*::
The next
evening was the same thing for Takuya.
He sat at the edge of a field and forest alone, the other children
having long since gone to bed. He was
missing a lot of sleep, but he couldn't help it: he just couldn't stay asleep
for very long before his dreams began to resemble his thoughts.
Takuya's thoughts were
interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. He hoped it wasn't Izumi: though she helped him a bit the night
before, he could not help but feel that she pitied him, from the look she had
given him. He hated pity. So much.
He didn't even turn to see
whoever it was that was now sitting beside him(though at a bit of a distance),
he just stared forward. If Izumi wanted
to talk, she'd have to be the one to start the conversation. He wasn't feeling very talkative at that
very moment.
"Takuya," the person
called for his attention after such a long stretch of silence, but it was too
low to be Izumi's.
Takuya turned his dark eyes to
be faced with Kouji's light blue ones.
He could only stare at him, wondering why the other boy would be out
there with him. Kouji stared back, his
eyes intent on Takuya's, as if he were searching for something I the smaller
boy's eyes.
"Takuya..." Kouji
called again, his voice ten times more gentle than normal. He looked expectedly to the brown-haired
boy, but Takuya wasn't sure what it was that he wanted. Kouji sighed and then opened his arms. "Come here, Takuya."
Takuya didn't understand why
Kouji was being so nice suddenly, but he didn't want him to reconsider his
offer, so he fell into the taller boy's arms.
He was tense at first, thinking that it somehow wasn't what Kouji had
meant and would shove him away at any second.
He was comforted, though, when Kouji put his hand on the tan's thigh and
actually pulled him into his lap.
It took them a moment to
adjust, so that both were comfortable, and ended up with Kouji leaned up
against a tree, his arms around Takuya, who was snuggled into his lap, head
rested against the blue-eyed loner's chest.
They were silent for a moment,
Takuya relaxing in Kouji's grip. But
the question on the back of his mind was getting to him, so he decided to just
ask: "Why are you doing this, Kouji?"
"You wanted me to, didn't
you?"
Takuya tensed up again. Has Izumi told Kouji what they talked about
last night? What did Kouji think about
it? He must not object if he's willing
to hold him like this. Or maybe he was
just taking pity on the depressed child of fire?
"Kouji..." Takuya
began, though he wasn't sure what else to say.
"You should have told me
if you wanted me to hold, Takuya."
"You didn't seem like the
kind of person that would, even if I did ask..."
"In more cases, you're
right." Kouji nuzzled Takuya's
hair, the hat having been removed during their situating earlier. "But you're the exception to any of my rules."
"I am?"
"Yes."
"But... why?"
Kouji sighed. "Because... I don't know... There's
just something about you that makes me want to make sure you've never
unhappy."
"Why didn't you tell me
before?"
"Why didn't you tell
me?"
Takuya fell silent,
considering that question.
Kouji squeezed the boy lightly
and placed a kiss on top of his head.
"Don't worry about it. At
least we know now, right?"
"Right..."
"Don't let things bother
you," Kouji gently commanded.
"I'm here for you now; everything's going to be all right."
"Promise?"
Kouji smiled. "Promise."
*re-reads*
Goddamnit, this fic could so easily need a sequel. I was going for a one-shot... Let's just leave it at that, okay? Unless people really want a sequel. Hmm.
Though, I really don't like it for my first Frontier fic...
And you know the best muse for writing Digimon fics? Listen to Kouji Wada.
Ever since I started typing this up, I've been listening to him. Granted, I've also been to him for the past week,
but that's beside the point. He just
really makes me want to get back into Digimon.
He has such a wonderful voice, don't you agree? Okay, enough with my Wada obsessing... my friends in rl have to deal with it enough
as is... Hieh.