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As for the direction this story is heading; it may turn out a bit different than anyone (incuding I) would expect. This fic is still very in the making. I have only about half a page done after this. But I will try my best to finish and post this fic. Even though it may take a (long?) while. *****************************************
The others looked confused when they saw him unbuttoning his shirt, And everyone blushed when he took it off, reviling his muscled chest. Ignoring there blushes Daisuke turned around to let them see his back. Everyone gasped as they saw his back. Old knife and whip marks were all Over it, a new wound from a street fight still fresh and bleeding. He was bleeding so bad that they almost didn't see the dragon god tattoo on his right shoulder blade.
After he turned around everyone gaped open mouthed at him for about two minutes before Iori ran out of the room at top speed. He came back a couple seconds later with a first aid kit and Neosporin to clean and bandage Daisuke's wounds.
"H-h-h-h-h-how did that happen to you? Who did it? When did it happen? Are you all right, does it hurt? Where'd you get the tattoo?" These questions and more were flung at random from various people. Daisuke just shrugged, and Takeru took the first aid kit from Iori and set it next to Daisuke on the bed. Takeru went to work quietly, running his hands over as much of Daisuke's skin as he dared without being obvious.
"I can only offer an answer to the tattoo question, everything else is to complicated right now. I got it when I was about 14. Some guys cornered me on the street and said that since I saved you guys and we all saved the world that they would give me a gift."
Takeru blushed at being reminded about their nearly lost fight for
both worlds.
However his embarrassment was short lived after Daisuke finished his answer to their question. Takeru was still pink though; everyone was giving him funny looks, except Daisuke, because Takeru was behind him helping with his back. Daisuke looked up and saw the weird looks everyone was giving Takeru, so he tried to turn around to see what was wrong. However, Takeru put his hand to Daisuke's shoulder blades to make it impossible for Daisuke to turn around. "What's so interesting behind me? The only one behind me is Takeru, and I doubt he's making funny faces at me."
"Stop Dais, I need to tend to your back." Takeru stated, his blush growing brighter every second. Daisuke stopped trying to turn around, and Takeru felt his blush fade.
"So. you just let them put the tattoo on you? Didn't you try to fight back?" Ken asked in a quiet voice as a way to break the silence that had been growing thicker with tension. "Why'd they single you out? Couldn't they have just put the tattoo on any digidestined?"
"Of course I didn't just let them put the tattoo on me, they knocked me out with chlorophyll before I even had a chance to react. And they said that they had waited a long time for the one that the other gods blessed. 'The dragon god them self.' I have no idea what they meant by that though. They also said something about being able to give birth to the 'Angle gods' children. Apparently they don't want only one child." Daisuke told them. "Look, I know this is going to be hard for you to keep from some of the older digidestined. So you can all pick together two of them that I'll have the same agreement with; it just can't be Tai. I don't want him to go into overprotective mode, especially after the thing with Hikari."
"Dai, I seriously doubt that that will happen, but if you don't want Tai to be in on it, that's okei. Anyway, I think we should tell Yamato and Koushirou. Yamato cause he won't tell anyone else, and Koushiro, because if you act differently toward us sooner or later he'd find out anyway." Takeru's logic was so well founded that Ken, Miyako, and Iori just nodded. Daisuke just let out a sigh.
"All right, the phone is in the hall. Go ahead and call them over so this can get started full swing. Iori? Could you please tell them to meet here? Takeru just put rubbing alcohol on my back." Daisuke said this wincing at the pain as Takeru ran out of Neosporin and started using the said antistatic to disinfect the cut on the tanned boy's back and shoulder.
As for the direction this story is heading; it may turn out a bit different than anyone (incuding I) would expect. This fic is still very in the making. I have only about half a page done after this. But I will try my best to finish and post this fic. Even though it may take a (long?) while. *****************************************
The others looked confused when they saw him unbuttoning his shirt, And everyone blushed when he took it off, reviling his muscled chest. Ignoring there blushes Daisuke turned around to let them see his back. Everyone gasped as they saw his back. Old knife and whip marks were all Over it, a new wound from a street fight still fresh and bleeding. He was bleeding so bad that they almost didn't see the dragon god tattoo on his right shoulder blade.
After he turned around everyone gaped open mouthed at him for about two minutes before Iori ran out of the room at top speed. He came back a couple seconds later with a first aid kit and Neosporin to clean and bandage Daisuke's wounds.
"H-h-h-h-h-how did that happen to you? Who did it? When did it happen? Are you all right, does it hurt? Where'd you get the tattoo?" These questions and more were flung at random from various people. Daisuke just shrugged, and Takeru took the first aid kit from Iori and set it next to Daisuke on the bed. Takeru went to work quietly, running his hands over as much of Daisuke's skin as he dared without being obvious.
"I can only offer an answer to the tattoo question, everything else is to complicated right now. I got it when I was about 14. Some guys cornered me on the street and said that since I saved you guys and we all saved the world that they would give me a gift."
Takeru blushed at being reminded about their nearly lost fight for
both worlds.
However his embarrassment was short lived after Daisuke finished his answer to their question. Takeru was still pink though; everyone was giving him funny looks, except Daisuke, because Takeru was behind him helping with his back. Daisuke looked up and saw the weird looks everyone was giving Takeru, so he tried to turn around to see what was wrong. However, Takeru put his hand to Daisuke's shoulder blades to make it impossible for Daisuke to turn around. "What's so interesting behind me? The only one behind me is Takeru, and I doubt he's making funny faces at me."
"Stop Dais, I need to tend to your back." Takeru stated, his blush growing brighter every second. Daisuke stopped trying to turn around, and Takeru felt his blush fade.
"So. you just let them put the tattoo on you? Didn't you try to fight back?" Ken asked in a quiet voice as a way to break the silence that had been growing thicker with tension. "Why'd they single you out? Couldn't they have just put the tattoo on any digidestined?"
"Of course I didn't just let them put the tattoo on me, they knocked me out with chlorophyll before I even had a chance to react. And they said that they had waited a long time for the one that the other gods blessed. 'The dragon god them self.' I have no idea what they meant by that though. They also said something about being able to give birth to the 'Angle gods' children. Apparently they don't want only one child." Daisuke told them. "Look, I know this is going to be hard for you to keep from some of the older digidestined. So you can all pick together two of them that I'll have the same agreement with; it just can't be Tai. I don't want him to go into overprotective mode, especially after the thing with Hikari."
"Dai, I seriously doubt that that will happen, but if you don't want Tai to be in on it, that's okei. Anyway, I think we should tell Yamato and Koushirou. Yamato cause he won't tell anyone else, and Koushiro, because if you act differently toward us sooner or later he'd find out anyway." Takeru's logic was so well founded that Ken, Miyako, and Iori just nodded. Daisuke just let out a sigh.
"All right, the phone is in the hall. Go ahead and call them over so this can get started full swing. Iori? Could you please tell them to meet here? Takeru just put rubbing alcohol on my back." Daisuke said this wincing at the pain as Takeru ran out of Neosporin and started using the said antistatic to disinfect the cut on the tanned boy's back and shoulder.