Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but the song is all mine.
Chapter 8
"..my new song for a special person. For YOU to hear it," said Yamato's voice over the screaming raging crowd.
The hall was gently whirling around and Ken grabbed Daisuke's shoulder. They were down where the thick of the crowd gathered before the scene and raved with the booming of the speakers. Daisuke accompanied Ken on a little trip to the restrooms then outside, since at one point Ken started to laugh maniacally and pointing at people with funky clothes. And now as they returned to the hall the whole song presentation thing was happening.
Several rows above, the Chosen children waved their hands and doubled with splitting laughter.
There was an immeasurable amount of alcohol in his system but he cared (though his hormones insisted he groped Daisuke NOW) to behave himself. His eyes though growing large with fear registered everything. The scene was ahead and to the left, Yamato was speaking into the mic, the Teenage Wolves arranged their music... His vision doubled. He clutched Daisuke's sleeve and stumbling like a drunk (which he was anyway) followed his friend through the crowd all the while his senses were screaming for him to run away and curl in his private corner. Right now Daisuke was laughing his head off and Ken hated to be laughed at.
*I can't believe I'm being made a walking joke... Yamato knows nothing about me.. What possibly can he sing? So many people out here...*
Ken cringed inside. He imagined the song would run like,
~There was Ken the Digimon Kaiser~
~Who thought he'd be wiser~
~He got his ass kicked~
~And that was just it~
~For the mighty Digimon Kaiser.~
Daisuke was cheering Yamato up, whistling and shouting by Ken's side. What did Ken feel at that moment? Utter and violent hatred for Yamato...
Gentle melody, with a clear beat, a hint of melancholy, at the same time inspiring and lively started to play. Yamato bent over the mic and concentrated on the song with his eyes closed.
*There it goes,* Ken faintly thought.
When you think that you are lost
Beaten, sore or worn dead out
And you don't feel it was worth
Sharing blank and complex crowd
The hall went quiet but there was in Ken's ears a deafening noise as if the world crushed about him.
*Is this about me?* was his frantic thought. Daisuke drove a mischievous elbow in his ribs.
Do you doubt what's black or white
Are you tortured by good and bad
Is your colour of violet eyes
The colour of thoughts in your head?
*This is about me...*
The lyrics were a little shocking, Ken didn't expect any of it... No SUCH picture of himself... Emotional. Caring. Loving. But he wasn't the only one surprised. Daisuke finally stopped making a fool out of himself and stared at Ken, his mouth agape. Ken risked a glance at the rest of the Chosen children. They sat back in shock, half-turned questioningly to Taichi. Miyako stared at Sora, with eyes bigger than her glasses. As for Taichi - his face was absolutely blank.
The expression on Yamato's face eased into a mild smile as the refrain began and he opened his eyes.
Out the window it's sunrise
It's golden radiance
Stranger
If I move the shadows
Sun shines in your face
Wake up
Why don't you come here
I don't know you
I want you
To help me
The crowd streamed to the scene and Ken and Daisuke were carried forward, and merged with the people. Daisuke lost sight of Ken.
Ken in the meanwhile was facing the scene and ... Yamato. The eyes of the blonde singer somehow found him and stayed on his face, a bit wild from an emotion Ken couldn't grasp. The boy hardly breathed and was slightly pink, as he tried to creep away from the middle of the throng. Thoughts raced in his head.
*God, please, let me get out of here... He can't be doing this... He can't sing in that way!... What are you doing with me, Yamato?! What are you doing with me?!!*
"Yamato.." Ken said inaudibly even to himself. His eyes were locked with the blue shocked ones for another moment, and then Yamato broke the eye contact and took a deep breath.
Ken felt faintly strange. He was floating. Colour rushed into his face as Yamato's voice sounded again in the hall.
You have shadow over your face
Lie like black night over your heart
But your kindness and your grace
Still remain your loyal part
"Yamato... stop it..." Ken said again. *You're making it difficult for me to think...*
Time to learn what's right what's wrong
"God," Ken moaned. *I don't want to know...*
Please believe the strength in you
The indigo-haired genius stared pleadingly into the singer's eyes. *Forget the lyrics... This is too embarrassing...*
Only one but not alone
*...intimate...*
If your eyes are colour blue
*...disturbing.*
The melody was growing stronger, the was refrain repeated, emotion was building and sweeping everyone away. Ken could barely stand.
His heart was throbbing painfully in his chest. Elevated and flushed, he sent silent thanks to the blonde singer. For what? For being understood. Irrationally, emotionally understood, and for mutual trust. At that moment it bounded them with ties stronger than friendship. Ken dimly thought that if that feeling was so right, it must be as deep as love.
*I love you too.*
Probably, now was the greatest moment of deception, but Ken too wanted his share of love. The boy lifted his face with a shadow of grateful smile to Yamato who smiled back. The moment he saw that smile Ken was exalted.
His lips parted with a sigh, "Yamato..."
And tonight his name in this overcrowded hall with thundering music and pulsating beat, sounded wonderful.
tsuzuku...
a/n I hope I did not screw it all up...