Battle Scars
The duel-colored ball moved back and forth between the two, the friction splitting the blades of grass between them. In an instant, the shorter form was gone, running across the barren field and skidding to a half before the field goal. Wildly flailing arms spread out at his sides, a determined grin pulling at his cheeks. "Try to get it passed me, Ken! I betcha' can't!" He challenged his friend, quickly moving left and right before the goal while keeping a keen eye on the taller boy.
"Heh." The other smirked, dribbling the ball in place. Gently kicking it a few feet away from him, watching the soft spherical object roll slowly to a stop, he dug his toes into the ground before pushing off and sending himself forward in a flash of violet, white, and green. In an instant, foot connected hard with ball and the rubber sports toy was sent into the air not unlike a dart towards the goal.
But it did not quite enter the net.
The ball struck Daisuke square in the face, causing his head to snap backwards against the force. His body crumpled to the ground in a heap.
A smirk faded into a gape of horror as the taller form sped to his friends side and fell to his knees. "Daisuke! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you! I really didn't!" Looping and arm beneath his neck for support, gripping his shoulder, and slinging an arm over his chest to take his arm and hold him upright against him, Ken watched in slightly relief as spirals rotated about Daisuke's eyes, a groan escaping his throat. "Mommy, my head hurts… kiss it and make it better…" He moaned out slowly, dazed beyond all belief.
Ken sweat dropped profusely, raising an eyebrow at the amusing and embarrassing spectacle that was his best friend. "A-areh…" He stuttered, gently shaking the bundle in his arms. But to no avail, Daisuke was unhindered. Ken blushed crimson as he slowly dipped his head, loose violet locks falling before his face. Looking left and right to make sure that no one would see his next action, the former Digimon Kaiser pressed his lips against Daisuke's forehead, lids drooping to shield swirled orchid orbs.
Suddenly, the form he held stiffened and jostled out of his dazed state, but halted instantly at the intimate contact. Ken did not notice.
And Daisuke hoped to keep it that way for as long as possible.