Eight Days a Week Chapter 2: Wednesday's Child, a digimon fanfic

Wednesday's Child

Rating: PG, angst
Pairing: Ken/Davis (eventually)

The disclaimer dance: I do not own Digimon, pretend to own Digimon, or think I own Digimon. Digimon and all its characters are copyright of their repsective owners which is not me. I am not making any money off of this fanfic. It for my (and others) sick amusement.

Author's Notes: This is the second short story in a series called Eight days a week. Mostly this focuses in on the interaction between Davis and Tai with a little bit of the plot coming through. I mostly focusing on the characters while trying to actually keep a plot going in the background. If you have any nifty ideas for chapter names, let me know! I like song lyrics the best.

Davis knew something was up.

He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of Tai's apartment watching TV. Tai was currently across the street picking up the Chinese take-out he had ordered earlier. It was Wednesday, and there was nothing really good on TV. Davis was entertaining himself by flipping through the channels as quickly as possible.

It was a school night. That was Davis's first clue that there was more to this than just hanging out. None of the Digidestined did anything on school nights unless it couldn't be helped. It was a rule even the older kids who no longer had classes stuck to. The only reason Davis was here was because Tai had promised his parents Davis would be home by 10:30 if Tai had to personally walk him there.

If that wasn't enough to make Davis suspicious, there was the fact that he and Tai were alone. Matt was Tai's sometime roommate, always there except when band practice or touring made it impossible. Davis knew for a fact that Matt was in town. He wasn't sure he believed Tai's explanation that Matt had something else to do tonight.

Giving up on the TV for entertainment, Davis flopped back on the floor. He wondered if he should have even come here. On one hand, all of this was making him nervous. Something was up and he didn't know what.

On the other hand, Tai (well, Matt actually) had a Playstation 2, which was much better than his plain, old Playstation at home. Davis decided that whatever might happen was worth a chance at being able to play it.

"Davis, come help me with the food." Davis scrambled to his feet, turning the TV off before throwing the remote onto the couch. He hadn't heard Tai unlock the door. Now the older boy was trying to juggle keys and food while holding the door open with one foot. Davis opened the door all the way and grabbed two of the bags.

"Think you got enough to eat?" Davis said as he dug around in one of the bags he held. His search produced an eggroll that he triumphantly shoved into his mouth as he turned towards the kitchen.

"I wouldn't have to get so much if you didn't eat so much. Just put the bags down on the floor. We'll eat in here," Tai replied. Obediently Davis plopped the bags down in the middle of the floor. Then he looked at Tai with the eggroll still in his mouth.

"I dofh noth eaf tath mufch."

"Davis, you eat more than Chibimon sometimes. I've seen you," Tai said. He put his own bags down and went to the kitchen to find plates.

"Do not."

"Do to."

"Do NOT."

The petty argument was abandoned in favor of the food. Soon both of them were too busy stuffing their faces to talk. Despite Tai's words about Davis's eating habits, he was the one who ate the majority of the cheap Chinese take-out. If Izzy were here, Davis knew he'd make some comment about Tai trying to make up for all the health food his mom had forced on him as a child. To date, Izzy was the only one brave enough to attempt to eat Tai's mom's food.

"Davis?" Tai turned his name into a question. Davis looked up from the rice he was devouring and made a questioning noise. "Are you still getting hassled at school?"

"Yeah. Sometimes," Davis said once he'd swallowed.

"Has it been worse lately? Did something happen?"

The younger boy cocked his head to one side thinking. Other than the fight over a week ago, there really hadn't been any trouble. It had been a surprisingly uneventful week on that front. "No. Actually, it's gotten better lately. I guess they decided they didn't like getting their ass kicked so much." Here Davis grinned. "Why?"

"You've been wearing your goggles a lot lately. Kari noticed," Tai said. Davis's hand automatically touched the goggles on his head. To this day they were still one of the best gifts he had ever received. "She said you only wear them when something's wrong."

"Kari noticed?" This got a smile until lightning quick, Davis's mood turned more solemn. He slid the goggles off and held them in his hands. He fidgeted with the straps, adjusting their length even though they fit just fine. "I wear them a lot sometimes. They help me think, make me feel better."

"I know what you mean," Tai said. Davis grinned, knowing that Tai did know what he meant. It might be hard to explain what he thought and how he felt to others, but Tai always understood.

"So if it's not the fights, what's up? Why the goggles?" Tai asked. Davis shrugged, not really sure himself why he had been wearing the goggles so much lately. He just felt like he needed something to make him feel better. "Does it have anything to do with Ken?"

"Huh? What?" Davis's head came up from the rice bowl so quickly it was a wonder he didn't suffer from whiplash. "How do you know about that? Did Ken say something? What he'd tell you?"

Tai laughed, ruffling Davis's hair with one hand. Davis swatted at it. "Paranoid aren't you? Kari was talking with him on Tuesday. Ken mentioned that you hadn't shown up for the thing you two do every Friday. He was worried because you didn't call. Which got Kari worried because she knew you were wearing the goggles. Which got me worried because Kari kept telling me that something was wrong with you and no one knew."

"So do you want to talk about it?"

"No." Davis slid the goggles back on, running his hands through his hair. "I don't want to talk about it." Tai rolled his eyes recognizing one of Davis's stubborn moods.

"Fine. But don't just ignore you friends. We're here for you, okay?"

"I know." Davis flopped back on the floor staring up at the ceiling.

"Fine then."

"Fine."

Tai started flipping through the TV stations while Davis stared up at the ceiling. In fifteen minutes, the old Godzilla movie they had planned on watching would be on. Until then the two sat in comfortable silence.

"Hey Tai. What would you do if someone you thought you really knew turned out to be totally different?" Davis asked quietly. He didn't look at the older boy when he spoke. Just continued to stare at the ceiling.

"I don't know. I guess it would depend on what they were hiding. And why." Tai looked at Davis. "I mean on one hand, you didn't tell us. On the other hand, we're still your friends."

"Mmmm." The sound was neither an agreement nor a disagreement. Davis closed his eyes as he thought.

"Davis?"

"Look, the movie's starting."