Chapter Two: Daisuke's POV
Disclaimer: Still don't own Digimon. Such a shame!
Summary: AU, Crossover, Shounen-ai/yaoi. Takuya isn't normal... he sees things from another dimension... which includes a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy. But he isn't alone. And someone's after them, for they hold sacred powers that could either heal the world or destroy it. Koukuya, Kensuke, Takarya – maybe others.
Warning: This is MALEXMALE, so if you don't like it, turn around and walk away! I will not put up with senseless flaming of shounen-ai/yaoi. Got nothing good to say? Then don't say anything!
Dedication: No one, this time. Sorry.
Muse(s): Go Ahead!, 2-Top, Across The Tears, Brave Heart, Keep On, Salamander, Mirai, Beat Hit!, Goggle Boy, With The Will, Tooi Kono Machi de, and Yuuki wo Uketsugu Kodomo Tachi e. All are songs, of course. Too bad I was singing along more than working on the actual story.
-I suppose I'm lucky to have this worked out in my own town, Odaiba, so I don't have very far to go to meet with Lee and Kanbara. I pity those two, however. Jiyuugaoka and West Shinjuku aren't necessarily close by. I hope they can find a way here, but they promised they'd get here no matter what. We're meeting at the Odaiba Elementary soccer field – personally, my favorite place in the entire world. It's a Sunday, and about noon. We plan to see each other around one or one fifteen.
I'm Motomiya Daisuke, soccer captain of our school, art club member, and nuisance extraordinaire, with an appetite as big as the Pacific Ocean to boot – which reminds me... We need to get more groceries. My official nickname is Goggle Head – because of the goggles Taichi-sempai passed down to me when I was a few years younger. People claim that I'm selfish, obnoxious, excessive, boisterous, and extremely manic, but... Okay, so maybe they're right! That's not everything about me, though. I'm not always self-absorbed. I do like helping people and making them smile. I care. I worry. And I'm not always happy.
I look exactly like I act – wild and untamed. My hair is thick and in upward spikes. It's normally a burgundy color, but in different light, it looks much redder, and sometimes even maroon. It's crazy, I know, but unique all at once. Hikari-san says that she's never seen anything like my hair. My eyes are a rich shade of brown, which matches naturally with my light brown skin (playing soccer a lot gives you a tan, what can I say).
But, anyways, we all know that people like to jabber about themselves, so I'd better shut up before I give you an overview of my history and the profile of my love life, which is, without a doubt, absolutely nothing. Pathetic.
So, why am I meeting with two people I know nothing about? Well, I kind of know something about them... We all have one thing in common – we see things that other people are too narrow-minded to see, as I'd like to put it. Makes you feel special, right? Right. Okay, okay, returning to the issue at hand... It's a little scary, though, because we all agree that some of the stuff is getting violent. Kanbara was hurt in the past and Lee was attacked just a few days ago. I guess I'm the lucky one, since nothing's come after me yet. I'm too likeable, I suppose.
I've asked Koushiro-san to come with us, because he is in the top five of Japan's Biggest Computer Nerds and incredibly smart. He agreed, thank goodness, but he'd be at least forty-five minutes late (he said something about studying with Jyou-san for a final exam... suspicious, hmm?). At least we have one ally, though.-
Daisuke nudged the soccer ball with his toe in front of him as he jogged around the perimeter of the field. He was early, he had to admit, but he took that as an advantage to practice his aim and dribbling. He couldn't help but hum along to the tune of Anti-Nostalgic, from Gravitation as he moved the soccer ball across the trimmed grass. Yamato had first introduced him to the show, despite the fact that he was most likely a little too young to watch it.
He bumped the ball up from his foot to his knee, where he gave it another bump and caught it deftly in his hands. Checking the digital watch around his wrist, he blinked in mild surprise that at hour had already passed. "Odd..."
-Occasionally, I experience a lapse of time. One minute I'm happily chomping down on my breakfast, and the next I'm already sitting in my desk at school, doodling on what's supposed to be math notes, waiting for the bell to ring to dismiss us to lunch. Strange thing is, I can never remember what's happened between point A and point B.
I described that to Kanbara and Lee once, and they indicated that they understood completely. It seems as though there are other things going on with us. And I swear it's not pre-puberty symptoms. I promise you that.-
The normally burgundy-haired boy parted his lips to release a sigh. His hand avoided disturbing his goggles as he brushed his fingers through his hair, plopping down onto the ground, Indian-style. He ran his palm over the grass reflectively, weaving his fingers around the blades, and closed his eyes. Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful... Nature was a beautiful place to sit and relax... But...
"Oi!"
Daisuke was able to defy gravity and jump higher than any possible being, yelling out an unintelligent, "Gahh!!" Now that he was on his feet, he turned quickly to spy out the individual that nearly gave him a heart attack. A good fifteen or twenty meters away was a boy his age, waving frantically. Daisuke waited, tilting his head to the side, still not completely recovered from the fright.
Once the boy was in speaking range, he slowed down gradually, until coming to a stop in front of Daisuke. Only seeming slightly winded, he sucked in a breath and asked, "You're Motomiya Daisuke, right?"
Daisuke blinked. "H-hai... and you're...?"
The boy had hair a unique shade of brown, bright eyes, and a friendly smile. "Takuya. I'm Kanbara Takuya," he introduced, and jolts of realization sparked Daisuke's mind.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah! Okay. Gotcha." Another unintelligent reply. Daisuke chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Gomen, you just kinda startled me, Kanbara-kun."
Takuya grinned in reply, and then shook his head hastily, as if remembering the real reason he was there. "Yeah, well... Just thought you'd appreciate knowing, but Lee-kun will be a little late... He's wrapped up with something and can't get out right away to come here. He emailed me."
Daisuke's mouth opened slightly in an, 'o' and he nodded. "Alright..."
-Something seems wrong with that. According to my research – although that isn't very much – Lee is always prompt and he told us he'd be here on time no matter what.
You see I have these built-in warning alarms in my head, telling me when there's danger and all. Now, there are sirens going haywire inside my skull, nearly mentally deafening. And I think Kanbara feels the same way right now, despite his confident, reassuring look.
I feel a small twinge in my side.
Pain.
But not mine.
...
Yeah. Something is wrong.-
Takuya's eyes widened drastically and one of his hands clapped against his side.
-He feels it, too, but probably more so for some unknown reason.-
"W-what was that?" he asked, confused.
Then they heard it, both of them – a cry, but it their minds, pathetic, helpless, and begging.
Daisuke flinched and Takuya whimpered, exchanging quick glances.
"Help! Onegai! Heeelp...!"
"Lee-kun..." they whispered in unison.
-Author's Note: Do not own Gravitation or the song.