Falling
Disclaimer: If we owned Digimon why would we be writing Fanfiction… and more importantly, why would we have done such a crappy ending to Season 2?
Chapter 8.
Ken held up his hand, paused, then rapped sharply on the door. For a moment it seemed like nothing would happen then suddenly the door was flung open.
It was obvious the woman who opened the door had been crying recently. She had the look of someone who spent a great deal of their time crying. She looked stunned by their appearance.
"K-ken?" She whispered and then enveloped him in a hug. "Oh Ken, baby, we missed you so much."
Ken received the hug stiffly, no doubt already regretting his decision to visit his family. The woman realeased him, kissing his cheek and brushing back his hair.
"You're really here," She murmured happily pulling him into the house. Davis stood on the porch feeling very much like an intruder until the woman smiled at him.
"Oh you must be one of Kens friends. I can't thank you enough for bringing my baby back to me."
Both boys coloured faintly as Mrs Ichijouji pulled them into the house and shut the door.
"You two come sit down in the lounge," She said eagerly, "And I'll bring you some cookies."
Ken took Davises hand and led him into the lounge. Mr Ichijouji looked up at Ken as the two boys walked through the door and dropped his paper onto the ground.
"Ken!" He exclaimed, "You're-"
"I'm not here to stay," Ken said coldly, "Daisuke was curious about my family." Kens father smiled sadly.
"Well I am in debt to this Daisuke. We missed you Ken. It was like losing-" He choked off, "We missed you." He repeated. Ken shrugged,
"This is Motomiya Daisuke. Davis this is my father."
Mr Ichijouji stood and offered Davis his hand,
"It's a pleasure. Thankyou for bringing our son back, even if it is only for a day."
Davis nervously took the hand, "Er… no problem."
Ken sat down on the sofa, and pulled Davis down next to him so the two boys were sitting so close Davis could almost have been sitting on his lap. When Mrs Ichijouji walked in Davis was looking around the lounge from his spot at Kens side. Ken was studying Davis out of the corner of his eye and Mr Ichijouji was nervously watching his son.
"Can I offer anyone any cookies?"
@-^-
Mrs Ichijouji wiped her eyes as she released Ken, then seized Davis in nearly identical hug. She pulled back and pushed a bag of homemade cookies into his hand.
"Look after my son for me." She whispered. Davis nodded,
"Don't worry. I will." She stepped back to give both boys some air.
"Oh Ken honey come back and see us soon!" She cried.
"Don't be a stranger now." His father added with a smile, "Either of you. You're both welcome here, whenever, whatever the problem is."
Davis stared at Kens parents in shock, and let Ken pull him away, 'My parents have never said anything that nice to me… never.'
"Wow Ken! It must rock having such cool parents."
Ken shrugged, "Not really."
Davis sighed, "They're a lot nicer then my parents anyway." Ken slipped an arm around Davises waist,
"Forget about them Dai. Let's go home."
@-^-
2 weeks later
Davis growled sitting up on his and Kens bed. He'd passed out, for the second time that week. Maybe he could use this as an excuse to get Ken to go easy on him. Extended calculus was really hard.
Davis looked up as the door creaked open and Ken stepped in, arms laden with books: No such luck.
"Time for your lesson Davis." Ken said brightly. Davis groaned,
"Aww, Ken!" Ken smiled and gently kissed Davis. Davis immediately responded, deepening the kiss. Ken was intoxicating.
"I could get drunk on your kisses." Davis murmured when the two boys parted for air. Ken laughed and Davis leant forward to steal another kiss. Ken held out a hand, "No kiss until you do your work."
Davis pouted adorably, "Ken…"
Ken looked stern, "If you say you're stupid I'll kill you."
Davis picked up his pen, glared at it, then looked at the problem in the text book.
"Stupid problem," He muttered, "Stupid Ken. Kissing is way more fun then Maths…" He glared at the page and scribbled in the answer.
"There." He muttered, "Done."
Ken looked at it , then frowned, "Dai…"
"I'm stupid. I can't even do simple year 3 maths."
Ken looked furious, "I wasn't going to say it's wrong."
Davis blinked in shock, "You… weren't?"
"No Davis. By the way, calculus isn't a year 3 subject."
Davis buried his face in his hands, "I'm not smart enough to do year 3… You don't have to rub my face in it Ken."
Ken continued as if Davis hadn't spoked, "It's a year 12 subject. I have trouble with it Davis, but I don't have your excuse."
Davis blinked, and then blinked again, "Huh?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were dyslexic?" Ken asked, hurt etched across his features. Davis looked up thoughtfully from his sketch of Ken,
"Dyslexic?" He shrugged, "I guess that explains a lot."
"You didn't know?" Ken asked sounding dismayed, 'How could you not know?"
Davis shrugged, "I guess… After my teacher worked out I was having trouble she put me in with all the other trouble makers. I don't think it occurred to her that I genuinely couldn't recall anything she'd said. After a couple of years I guess I stopped even trying. I worked out how to read, thanks to Jun. She's a lot deeper then most people give her credit for you know?"
Davis grinned at Ken who looked disbelieving then continued,
"She's good at playing dumb too. Most people just see her as some dumb fan girl, but she's a lot like me. She just wants people to like her. Anyway, I got better at my subjects, but by this point they sorta expected me to be an idiot, and I kinda got a kick out of playing dumb. I guess I played it to well, because everyone decided I wasn't worth it."
Ken stared at Davis for a moment, still reeling from the long speech, then he smiled, "I think you're worth it Daisuke."
Davis nodded, but didn't speak, already caught in his memories.
~5 years earlier~
Davis grinned happily joining the group of kids who were trying out for the soccer team. The coach stood out the front of the group talking at the sizeable group of kids in his booming voice.
"Now," He finally said as he finished his spiel, "Let's go play some soccer!"
Davis ran out with all the other kids, determined to make an impressio, determined to win some friends, determined to…
Make a huge fool of himself in front of everyone.
Davis gingerly stood, nursing his wrist. He hadn't even see the ball coming.
The coach glared, "I explained the tactic we were going to use!" He exploded, unable to believe Davis had messed up so badly, "Stupid kid."
Davis stared after the man angrily, "I'm not stupid!" He muttered vengefully, "I'm gonna be the best soccer player in the whole bloody universe."
~End flashback~
"Do you want to play soccer with me?"
"Nani? Soccer?" Ken asked.
"Yeah. I like soccer, it's probably the only thing I can really do. It was hard, trying to memorise game plans, and I don't have the best coordination either…"
Ken smiled, "I think you're perfect."
Davis blushed, "So do you wanna play some soccer?"
"Sure, why not," Ken replied.
Davis smirked, no more studying, score 1 – Davis.
A/N: Chapter 8 done. I think that's the longest chapter yet. Sheesh. Anyway, tell me what you think. I've finally got Ken and Davis happy… so the plot has to come in now, since this story is actually destined to have a plot (I hope) My first story with plot… sorta… The whole dyslexic idea I got from Empress of the Eclipses fanfic, Metamorphis, which is one of the best I've ever read, but that's all that I stole, scouts honor!
Disclaimer: If we owned Digimon why would we be writing Fanfiction… and more importantly, why would we have done such a crappy ending to Season 2?
Chapter 8.
Ken held up his hand, paused, then rapped sharply on the door. For a moment it seemed like nothing would happen then suddenly the door was flung open.
It was obvious the woman who opened the door had been crying recently. She had the look of someone who spent a great deal of their time crying. She looked stunned by their appearance.
"K-ken?" She whispered and then enveloped him in a hug. "Oh Ken, baby, we missed you so much."
Ken received the hug stiffly, no doubt already regretting his decision to visit his family. The woman realeased him, kissing his cheek and brushing back his hair.
"You're really here," She murmured happily pulling him into the house. Davis stood on the porch feeling very much like an intruder until the woman smiled at him.
"Oh you must be one of Kens friends. I can't thank you enough for bringing my baby back to me."
Both boys coloured faintly as Mrs Ichijouji pulled them into the house and shut the door.
"You two come sit down in the lounge," She said eagerly, "And I'll bring you some cookies."
Ken took Davises hand and led him into the lounge. Mr Ichijouji looked up at Ken as the two boys walked through the door and dropped his paper onto the ground.
"Ken!" He exclaimed, "You're-"
"I'm not here to stay," Ken said coldly, "Daisuke was curious about my family." Kens father smiled sadly.
"Well I am in debt to this Daisuke. We missed you Ken. It was like losing-" He choked off, "We missed you." He repeated. Ken shrugged,
"This is Motomiya Daisuke. Davis this is my father."
Mr Ichijouji stood and offered Davis his hand,
"It's a pleasure. Thankyou for bringing our son back, even if it is only for a day."
Davis nervously took the hand, "Er… no problem."
Ken sat down on the sofa, and pulled Davis down next to him so the two boys were sitting so close Davis could almost have been sitting on his lap. When Mrs Ichijouji walked in Davis was looking around the lounge from his spot at Kens side. Ken was studying Davis out of the corner of his eye and Mr Ichijouji was nervously watching his son.
"Can I offer anyone any cookies?"
@-^-
Mrs Ichijouji wiped her eyes as she released Ken, then seized Davis in nearly identical hug. She pulled back and pushed a bag of homemade cookies into his hand.
"Look after my son for me." She whispered. Davis nodded,
"Don't worry. I will." She stepped back to give both boys some air.
"Oh Ken honey come back and see us soon!" She cried.
"Don't be a stranger now." His father added with a smile, "Either of you. You're both welcome here, whenever, whatever the problem is."
Davis stared at Kens parents in shock, and let Ken pull him away, 'My parents have never said anything that nice to me… never.'
"Wow Ken! It must rock having such cool parents."
Ken shrugged, "Not really."
Davis sighed, "They're a lot nicer then my parents anyway." Ken slipped an arm around Davises waist,
"Forget about them Dai. Let's go home."
@-^-
2 weeks later
Davis growled sitting up on his and Kens bed. He'd passed out, for the second time that week. Maybe he could use this as an excuse to get Ken to go easy on him. Extended calculus was really hard.
Davis looked up as the door creaked open and Ken stepped in, arms laden with books: No such luck.
"Time for your lesson Davis." Ken said brightly. Davis groaned,
"Aww, Ken!" Ken smiled and gently kissed Davis. Davis immediately responded, deepening the kiss. Ken was intoxicating.
"I could get drunk on your kisses." Davis murmured when the two boys parted for air. Ken laughed and Davis leant forward to steal another kiss. Ken held out a hand, "No kiss until you do your work."
Davis pouted adorably, "Ken…"
Ken looked stern, "If you say you're stupid I'll kill you."
Davis picked up his pen, glared at it, then looked at the problem in the text book.
"Stupid problem," He muttered, "Stupid Ken. Kissing is way more fun then Maths…" He glared at the page and scribbled in the answer.
"There." He muttered, "Done."
Ken looked at it , then frowned, "Dai…"
"I'm stupid. I can't even do simple year 3 maths."
Ken looked furious, "I wasn't going to say it's wrong."
Davis blinked in shock, "You… weren't?"
"No Davis. By the way, calculus isn't a year 3 subject."
Davis buried his face in his hands, "I'm not smart enough to do year 3… You don't have to rub my face in it Ken."
Ken continued as if Davis hadn't spoked, "It's a year 12 subject. I have trouble with it Davis, but I don't have your excuse."
Davis blinked, and then blinked again, "Huh?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were dyslexic?" Ken asked, hurt etched across his features. Davis looked up thoughtfully from his sketch of Ken,
"Dyslexic?" He shrugged, "I guess that explains a lot."
"You didn't know?" Ken asked sounding dismayed, 'How could you not know?"
Davis shrugged, "I guess… After my teacher worked out I was having trouble she put me in with all the other trouble makers. I don't think it occurred to her that I genuinely couldn't recall anything she'd said. After a couple of years I guess I stopped even trying. I worked out how to read, thanks to Jun. She's a lot deeper then most people give her credit for you know?"
Davis grinned at Ken who looked disbelieving then continued,
"She's good at playing dumb too. Most people just see her as some dumb fan girl, but she's a lot like me. She just wants people to like her. Anyway, I got better at my subjects, but by this point they sorta expected me to be an idiot, and I kinda got a kick out of playing dumb. I guess I played it to well, because everyone decided I wasn't worth it."
Ken stared at Davis for a moment, still reeling from the long speech, then he smiled, "I think you're worth it Daisuke."
Davis nodded, but didn't speak, already caught in his memories.
~5 years earlier~
Davis grinned happily joining the group of kids who were trying out for the soccer team. The coach stood out the front of the group talking at the sizeable group of kids in his booming voice.
"Now," He finally said as he finished his spiel, "Let's go play some soccer!"
Davis ran out with all the other kids, determined to make an impressio, determined to win some friends, determined to…
Make a huge fool of himself in front of everyone.
Davis gingerly stood, nursing his wrist. He hadn't even see the ball coming.
The coach glared, "I explained the tactic we were going to use!" He exploded, unable to believe Davis had messed up so badly, "Stupid kid."
Davis stared after the man angrily, "I'm not stupid!" He muttered vengefully, "I'm gonna be the best soccer player in the whole bloody universe."
~End flashback~
"Do you want to play soccer with me?"
"Nani? Soccer?" Ken asked.
"Yeah. I like soccer, it's probably the only thing I can really do. It was hard, trying to memorise game plans, and I don't have the best coordination either…"
Ken smiled, "I think you're perfect."
Davis blushed, "So do you wanna play some soccer?"
"Sure, why not," Ken replied.
Davis smirked, no more studying, score 1 – Davis.
A/N: Chapter 8 done. I think that's the longest chapter yet. Sheesh. Anyway, tell me what you think. I've finally got Ken and Davis happy… so the plot has to come in now, since this story is actually destined to have a plot (I hope) My first story with plot… sorta… The whole dyslexic idea I got from Empress of the Eclipses fanfic, Metamorphis, which is one of the best I've ever read, but that's all that I stole, scouts honor!
