Chapter Eight; New Discoveries

When Davis got home, he could hear Jun talking to someone – loudly.

"Are you sure about this? You do know that you're always welcome here, right?" Her voice sounded concerned, and Davis wondered who she was talking to.

"I'm sure. But I don't think I will be welcome here from now on." It was Ken who answered. Davis bit his lip. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but it sounded bad.

He jumped as the door opened, and looked up into Ken's face, which turned to stone the moment he saw Davis. Then, Davis noticed the duffel bag that was slung over Ken's shoulder.

"What are you doing, Ken?" He asked, although he had a pretty good idea.

"I'm moving back to my own place."

"Ken…"

"Thankyou for letting me stay here, but I no longer require your pity." Ken pushed past Davis so that he could get onto the walkway, before turning to face him.

"Ken, please…" Davis whispered.

"Goodbye, Davis. I'm sorry I'm such a freak." Ken said, still using those obviously fake pleasant tones. Then, he just walked away.


Davis watched him go for a moment, feeling extremely guilty. >But he's gay. You can't just ignore that.> Sighing, he walked inside his apartment…where he was promptly rugby tackled by Jun.

"Alright, spill it. What happened between you two?"

"Nothing!" Even as Davis tried to wriggle out of her grasp, he realised that she was holding him too tightly for him to escape. >Damn.>

"What happened? I'm the responsible adult here whilst Mum and Dad are away, so I demand to know!" Davis looked to the side, figuring that he had no choice but to tell her.

"Well, when I went down the cemetery to find Ken, he was talking to Sam's grave. You know, like he does? Then he started talking about someone he had a crush on, so I interrupted."

"You didn't want to embarrass him by finding out accidentally." Jun said.

"Exactly. Anyway, I sort of grabbed him, and began to try and get him to tell me. He wouldn't, but I kept on nagging, and he finally told me that it was…" Davis' voice died away, and he looked up unhappily.

"He told me it was a guy. He was gay. So I just jerked away, and…and said he was queer. A pansy." Jun stared down at her brother, then slowly got up off him, her face disgusted.

"How could you, Davis…I thought you were his friend." Davis's head jerked up at these words, and he looked at Jun is confusion.

"What?"

"From what I said, he didn't feel comfortable about revealing that information to anyone – not even you. Then, when you finally force him into it, you actually act as though you're the injured party."

Davis stared down at his hands, wondering how on earth Jun was managing to make him feel so guilty.

"You made him feel like being gay was wrong, and he took that hard. I bet you were the first, and only, person he's ever told, and you just shut him down. You betrayed his trust."

"But…I didn't make him leave." Davis stammered.

"Yes you did. He reached out to you, hoping that you'd understand, and you just hurt him. No wonder he wanted to go." Jun came over, and wrapped a comforting arm around her little brother's shoulders.

"But…he's gay…Ken's gay…"

"So what? He's still your friend. This doesn't have to change your relationship with each other. You just have to accept it."

"I really hurt him, didn't I?" Davis whispered.

"You can still make things right. Talk to him, face to face." Jun suggested.

"Yeah! Thanks Jun!"

Davis ran for the door, before stopping, and twisting his head back around.

"Since when did you get all sensitive?"

"Since Mum left me in charge. Don't worry; I'll be back to your annoying elder sister when she gets back! Now go on!" Jun laughed. >Hmmm…this being 'nice' to Davis actually feels good. Maybe I could…nah!>


Ken carelessly dumped his bag onto the table, and flung himself down on the sofa. >What did you expect, Ichijoji? For him to welcome that information about you with open arms?>

Ken sighed, and buried his face in the upholstery. Well, he'd made his decision. He'd rather spend the next couple of days alone than have to face Davis. >I can always call Sora tomorrow, and ask her to bring Wormmon over.>

Despite himself, Ken could feel tears beginning to leak out of his eyes, soaking into the soft fabric of the sofa. >It's not fair…why do I always have to be the different one?>

He stayed like that for a while, just crying into the sofa. Then, groaning, he decided that he'd better get up and unpack. Rolling over, he opened his eyes…to see a pair of chocolate brown ones looking back down at him.


Davis felt awful when Ken flinched away from him like that. Did he really expect Davis to do something bad to him? >Why not? He watches the news, and there's always stuff on about people being abused because they're different.>

"Didn't mean to scare you, Ken. I would have knocked, but the door was open." Ken just stared back up at him, before shifting into a sitting position.

"What do you want? I…I know I seem wrong to you…so just do, or say, what you wanted to, and get out."

Ken started as Davis put a hand on his shoulder, and crouched down to face him, eye to eye.

"I'm sorry, Ken."

"What?"

"I'm sorry for betraying your trust like that, and making you feel bad about the kind of people you like. I was just surprised, that's all."

As this was a serious moment, Davis forced himself not to crack up. But it was hard. Ken looked so disbelieving…so innocent…like a character off a TV programme.

"So…you don't mind?" Ken stammered.

"Nope! Well, maybe a tiny bit. But that'll go away once I'm used to it. You're still the same person, right?" Davis grinned.

"Yeah."

"So we're alright!" Davis shot Ken the thumbs up, and sighed in relief when Ken smiled back.

"So you know what we're going to do now, don't you?" Davis' grin turned ever so creepy, in Ken's opinion. Sure, the other boy was still smiling, but now he looked like he had some sort of plan.

"What are we going to do?" Ken sighed.

"We're going to have 'Sleep Time'!" Davis began to advance forward, causing Ken to instinctively move back.

"No. No way, Davis! I'm not going to bed this early!"

"Come on! It doesn't matter what time it is! All you need is a couple of sleeping pills, and you'll be sinking into a nice, dreamless snooze!" Ken dodged as Davis leapt for him, and retreated behind the sofa.

He hated taking things like pills, or medicine. Which was why Davis had sneaked them into his food last time. But that trick wouldn't catch him out this time.

Davis' next attempt managed to bring him down, and Davis laughed at the way Ken was struggling beneath him.

"You really need to get over this fear of medicine, you know Ken!"

"I'm not taking any pills!" Ken protested.

"Either you swallow a couple of pills now, or you won't ever be able to eat again, for fear that I've crushed some and put them in your food. Now open up!"

Reluctantly, Ken opened his mouth, and allowed Davis to drop the small pills inside. Grumbling resentfully, he swallowed, and Davis got off him.

"There! That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Davis beamed.

"One day, I will kill you." Ken growled. But he was already starting to feel groggy – these pills were very fast acting. Davis caught on, and began to pull his friend towards the bedroom.

"Can I do anything whilst you're napping?" He asked as Ken lay down on the bed.

"You could unpack my stuff…no, I'll do that later. Could you just put away my diary…?" Ken murmured drowsily.

"What? The 'Diary Of Some Pathetic Loser' one?" Davis asked, then hit himself mentally. Ooops.

Ken glared at him tiredly, before shaking his head slightly.

"I take that you read it then?" Shamefaced, Davis nodded.

"Ah, well. Suppose it doesn't really matter…" Ken's voice trailed away again, and Davis realised that he was slowly drifting off.

"Where's it go?" He asked.

"Top drawer…I keep all my diaries in there…" Ken vaguely pointed in the right direction, and then finally fell asleep.

"Right." Davis got the diary, then pulled open the drawer, his eyes widening.

"Yeesh… 'all my diaries' indeed. Who knew he had so many?" Davis muttered.

The drawer was almost full of notebooks. Glancing at the covers, Davis saw that a lot of them were just older versions of Ken's current diary. Then he noticed a pile that was tucked away at the back. Pulling them out, he looked at their titles.

"Digiworld…Izzy…Kari…Cody…Tai…Yolei…Joe…Hey, these are about us!" Flipping through them, Davis saw that Ken had a diary about each of the Digidestined, both old and new.

A quick glance through a couple of them showed that they were full of facts about the Digidestined, and some even had a few sketches in them. Davis stared at a picture in the 'Kari Diary'.

"It's just like her…who knew he could draw so well?"

Searching through the pile, Davis drew out one notebook, and put the rest back in the drawer. Looking down at its title, he smiled. The 'Davis Diary'. He was about to open it, when a thought occurred to him.

>You've already invaded his privacy once. You shouldn't do it again.> Davis hesitated, and was about to close the book when a second thought came to him. >But this is about you. You're not invading his privacy…you're just finding out what he's written, so you can protect your own.>

Smiling at the way he always managed to find a reason to do what he wanted, Davis opened the diary. Almost immediately, he realised that Ken had written way more stuff about him than the other Digidestined. But that was to be expected, right? After all, they were best friends.

The first page was almost totally taken up with a sketch of him, and Davis gasped. It almost seemed to be more like Davis than Davis himself was. The detail was incredible.

Flipping through the pages, Davis scanned all the facts Ken had written about him. Favourite food, favourite colour, what he was most likely to be when he grew up…It was amazing that Ken knew so much about him.

Checking the clock, Davis decided that he had enough time to slow down and read exactly what Ken had written about him. Grinning to himself, he continued.


I've always wondered why Davis became the leader of the Digidestined. Even back when I was the Emperor, I couldn't figure it out.

Was it because he was the bravest? That could have been it, but then again, the others were brave too. Because he was the strongest? Strength isn't everything. It certainly wasn't because he was the most levelheaded, or intelligent one. I have nothing against Davis now, but you have to admit, he isn't always the best at tactics or restraint.

It's only now that I've joined his team that I understand. He's the leader because he is someone who can always be relied on, someone who will never put his own life before his friends'. And he can forgive.

I'll never forget that day. When he ran after me, and asked me to join his team. He'll never know just how much that meant to me, even if I did refuse. It felt good to know that someone was actually worried about me, but I knew I'd never be able to face the others.

Davis found it in his heart to forgive me, even though I'd tortured him, tried to kill him.

I guess you could say that we're best friends now. We always hang out, and he's a lot closer to me than the other Digidestined. It's odd, but sometimes I feel like he needs me as much as I need him. He helps me to get through all my bad memories…but I seem to make him fit in.

Sounds weird, doesn't it? That his old enemy helps him fit in? But the thing is, he was always expected to walk alone before. Kari had TK, Yolei had Cody…and Davis had his duty as a leader.

But who cares why we're friends? What matters is that we are. We've shared so much together – becoming DNA Digivolving partners, fighting Arukenimon, facing Daemon.

He didn't give up on me when Oikawa forced me to go with him in that van. And he helped me cope as I was forced to watch other children going through the same darkness as I had. None of the others know how hard that was for me. If it hadn't been for Davis, I don't think I would have the will to battle on.

Davis brushed away the single tear that had formed in his eye. He shouldn't really be reading this sort of stuff – he was a sucker for touching stories, even if they were about him. He carried on reading, until he was almost at the back of the notebook. There were more sketches now, each one as breath taking as the first.

It had been clear through Ken's writing how their friendship had grown. Ken had started to feel closer and closer to Davis, especially when he realised that the other boy wasn't going to ditch him just because their adventures in Digiworld were over, and he wasn't needed anymore.

He turned back to the diary…and discovered something unbelievable.

I have a horrible feeling when I think about Davis now. My stomach clenches, and I feel so nervous…but I'm so happy when I'm around him.

I don't want this feeling, I don't want it! All it will do is ruin our friendship, and I don't think I could stand that. But it's still there. It won't go away – if anything, it gets stronger every day.

I know I'm gay. And I've felt stuff like this before, when I was with a guy I liked. But never this strongly.

Damn it! I don't want this! I don't want to fall in love with my best friend! It can only mean trouble!

But still…when I'm around him, all I can think about is how good looking he is. How kind and considerate. And I can't help myself falling in deeper. It's getting harder to be around him…but yet, I don't want to be away from him either.

It's no use. I have no option but to admit it. I'm in love with my best friend. With Davis.

Davis stared at the diary, frozen. Ken was in love with him? No wonder he'd been so scared when Davis had been trying to find out who it was! Shivering, he shoved the notebook back in the drawer, before slamming it shut.

>Oh God…Oh God…what can I do now? How will I face him?> Davis wished that he'd never read that diary. Then nothing would have changed. He wouldn't be feeling so upset, so betrayed, so…confused?

Davis blinked. Why was he feeling confused? Ken loved him; Davis wasn't gay. What was there to be confused about? Unless…

Shaking his head violently, Davis tried to get rid of the thought that had surfaced, but it refused to leave. >No! I refuse to believe that! I'm not…>

But thinking back, Davis realised that that may not be quite true.

After all, hadn't he slowly stopped lusting after Kari when Ken had come into his life? And didn't he sometimes think about how good looking his friends was? Davis could remember very clearly how he'd thought that Ken looked hot even when drenched, back when he'd tried to engage him in heart to heart.

>No way. I've just got a lot of hormones. All teenage boys go through this sort of thing!> Davis told himself firmly. Then he looked over to where Ken was sleeping, and felt his heart skip. Ken's raven hair was strewn all over the pillow, and Davis suddenly felt the mad urge to run his fingers through it, and push it back into its proper place.

>I can't believe I'm thinking like this. I'm not gay. I as much as told Ken that earlier.> Davis stared at Ken, his mind ticking over. He had a lot of thinking to do.

Like whether he wanted to stay friends any more.