Chapter 2
Chapter 2
List of things need to be a
normal kid:
- Like sports (play
one)
- like video games
(bloody ones)
- have or like a
girl
- have a rival
hate your
sibling
- hate school
I don't think
I could hate my Oneesama, she's too
important to me. I like soccer, and video games.
I don't really like a girl enough to chase
her around like an idiotHikari!!!
Hikari's nice and everyone likes her! Yes,
I'll chase after her and since everyone
likes her I'll have tons of rivals! ***
Daisuke was tired; very, very
tired. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep. It had been a
trying day for him. One that involved a couple of bullies and
Jun. He sighed, he knew Jun meant well but she did really have to
beat them up? They really weren't hurting him in any way.
She had overreacted. But he knew that there was no way to stop
her when she was worked up, so all he could do was stand there
and watch.
Daisuke sighed once more and sat
down on one of the park benches. He was so tired and he
didn't want to walk anymore. He didn't even know where
Jun was, all he knew was that the boys had run off and Jun, who
had yet to feel avenge, ran after them.
"Get back here you ass
lickers, and apologize to my brother!!" She had cried as
she disappeared around the corner, leaving Daisuke to carry all
of their stuff home.
"I know she means well but
come on!" Daisuke groaned closing his eyes.
"Oi!!! Abunee!!" Daisuke
looked up at the cry to look out and saw a round, black and white
blur flying at top speed towards his face.
"Itai!" Daisuke cried
out placing his hand over his nose. It wasn't bleeding but
it still hurt like hell. His eyes were shut tightly and he
wasn't paying attention to anything but the pain in his
nose. So he wasn't aware of the things going on around him.
"Daijoubu desu ka?"
Daisuke slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring into
large, worried, amber ones.
She was very beautiful, with large
amber eyes and light brown hair cut short with two ear tails
hanging from the sides of her face. She was dressed in a yellow
tank top and pink short and there was a whistle hanging form
around her neck. Her face was around and her voice was soft.
"Is your nose broken?"
She sound a little more worried then before. Daisuke then
realized he was holding his nose and quickly released it. Then
shook his head rather rapidly, she smiled in relief.
"I'm sorry about that.
My brother kicked the ball to hard." Before he could reply,
a much deeper and raspy voice spoke.
"Don't blame this on me
Kari! You're the one that can't catch."
Coming towards them was a boy a
few years older then them. He was darker then the girl but had
the same round face and amber eyes. His hair was also a darker
shade of brown and there were large; round, goggles perched on
his head.
"Oi kimi, daijoubu?" The
boy asked, not looking very worried but at least ashamed. Daisuke
looked at the boy and then at the girl.
"Yeah."
Daisuke bent down and picked up
the soccer ball as the two kids fought with each other on whose
fault it was that he was hit. He watched them as they fought, a
little bit confused on why they would be fighting so much over
something so trivial. He had said that he was all right so why
didn't they just let it go?
"Ano" Daisuke said
in a tone so soft that it could have been missed, which it was.
The two kids continued to argue as though he wasn't even
there. He rolled his eyes.
"Daisuke, you must command
respect!" He could hear his sister's voice
in his head. How many times had she told him that? "Yell
if you have to. Be obnoxious and overbearing, whatever it takes
to make sure they notice you! If you got something to say they
better be listening, ne?"
Daisuke was never one for yelling,
mostly because he found that it never accomplished anything. So
he stopped yelling many years ago. But then, what was happening
now had nothing to do with screaming for help or for mercy. He
knew he was being silly for even comparing those two things and
thinking about the past never accomplished anything either, but
could not help it.
He sighed and decided to put
Jun's advice into action.
"Oi!!" He cried out. The
two bickering children immediately stopped and looked at him. He
grinned a little, happy that it had worked and they weren't
fighting anymore.
"I said I was fine." He
continued. "No biggy." He extended his hands, which
were holding the soccer ball.
The girl was the first to recover,
smiling brightly at him. Then the other who apologized and
grinned a goofy grin before taking the ball from him.
"My name is Yagami
Hikari." The girl said extending her hand towards him.
"I think we're in the same class, three dash
five?"
Daisuke looked at her for a long
moment, a little surprised by her actions and also trying to
place her face. He had yet to make any friends in his class, but
that was mainly because he wasn't every social in class. He
was still somewhat afraid of people's reactions towards him
and he was pretty sure most people were too afraid of Jun to risk
invoking her wrath by getting to close to him.
"Motomiya Daisuke." He
said. It had taken quite sometime for him to get use to the new
name. But he liked it, he felt like he had been reborn because of
it.
She smiled at him. "This is
my brother Yagami Taichi."
"Yo." He said and
Daisuke nodded in his direction, grinning broadly.
"You play?" Taichi
asked, indicating to the soccer ball in his hand. Daisuke nodded.
"A little." Taichi
grinned.
"Great. Wanna play? Hikari
can't play for shit and need to practice." Hikari made
a face at her brother right then.
Daisuke looked at them for a
moment, trying to decide whether to except and decline. There was
a part of him that told him not, that was the part of him that
was very suspicious and trusted no one. But there was a part of
him that urged him to take the chance, to make friends. That was
the part of him that was tried of being lonely.
"I can't believe that
Hikari gave you this picture!" Daisuke exclaimed looking at
the picture taken so many years ago.
Takeru had brought his picture
album with him that night, after finding it under his bed. What
it had been doing down there he had no idea but when he had found
it and seen the picture he had to go over and see Daisuke. The
other reason why he had gone out on such a dreadful night.
"I don't know, I think
it's a rather flattering picture." Takeru said grinning
evilly. Daisuke punched him playfully in the arm. "And
Taichi makes a perfect double with you."
"No one sees this."
Daisuke said in a low voice. Takeru just grinned at him.
"Y'know during the next meeting, I could always bring
up last Christmas at the Ishidas." He looked up at the
ceiling. "Those were some interesting positions you and
Yamato were in."
Takeru gasped. "We
weren't doing anything!!"
"Sure didn't look that
way when I can in. And what was with those guilty
expressions?"
"What guilty
expressions?"
"The ones that I'll tell
everyone you guys had if that pictures ever sees the light of day
again."
Takeru gasped again. He then stood
and jumped towards Daisuke who moved quickly out of the way.
Daisuke laughed as Takeru chased him around the small loft.
Takeru grinned as he chased his
friend. This was the way he always wanted to see Daisuke, smiling
and laughing. He didn't want to see that tortured look in
his eyes so many years ago, when Ken stopped being the Digimon
Kaiser.
"Daisuke, what's
wrong?" Takeru sat down next to his friend who had not said
a word to him all day. This usually didn't bother Takeru,
Daisuke had always been strange and never really liked to talk
when he didn't have anything to say, yet the boy hated
silence, which always had messed him up. But Daisuke had always
said hi to him in the morning and always sat next to him and
Hikari during lunch, something he didn't do on that day.
Daisuke looked at him and Takeru
winced at the visible pain in those chocolate, brown eyes.
Daisuke said nothing, just looked at him as if he was trying to
pierce into his soul and learn every one of his deepest, darkest
secrets. This, of course, unnerved Takeru.
"Daisuke" Takeru
said, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"What's up? Something happen at home? I thought
you'd be more happy now that we defeated the Kaiser."
Daisuke sighed and smiled, looking
at the school. He closed his eyes and pressed the back of his
head on the tree's trunk.
"Daisuke?" Takeru asked
now beginning to worry about his friend.
"I wonder how he's
doing?"
"Who?"
"Ichijouji-san." Takeru
shrugged and looked away. So that was what was bothering him.
Takeru frowned a little, his mind wandering back to the day Ken
stopped being the Digimon Kaiser. It had been a strange day, a
day where Takeru's angered had soared. He had lost control
and confronted the Kaiser.
Takeru was still angry with the
Kaiser—Ken, now—he still could not forgive him for what
he had done to all those Digimon and to the Chosen Children. But
Daisuke had already forgiven him, much to Takeru's confusion
and chagrin. How could he forgive him so quickly, Ken had
tortured Daisuke more then any of them, Ken had betrayed his
trust, Ken had done things that had almost brought him to tears.
So how could he have forgiven him so quickly, what could he see
that Takeru could not?
"Plotting his revenge against
us?" Takeru shrugged.
"TK!" Takeru turned to
find brown eyes glaring down at him. Though Takeru was already
aware that Daisuke was angry with him. The red head him never
called him TK" unless he was extremely angry with him
or disappointed with him. "He's changed, TK."
"Daisuke, how can you
tell?" Takeru asked. Daisuke had been trying to make friends
with Ken since he stopped being the Kaiser. What could he see
that no one else could?
"You saw him with
Wormmon." Daisuke said, folding his arms across his chest.
"He was hurt. He felt pain. He was being—" Daisuke
stopped there as if something had been caught in his throat. He
took a deep breath.
"He was being
used" he said softly.
"How can you tell? You know
nothing about him to be making such an assumption."
Daisuke glared at him. "TK, I
know when someone's being used. And he was being used!"
"Daisuke"
A sigh. "Forget it,
Takeru." He looked at Takeru, smiling. Takeru glared at him,
he wasn't fooled by that smile. It wasn't the same as
all the others. That smile didn't brightening Daisuke's
face; it didn't reach his eyes. That wasn't the same
smile that warmed Takeru's heart, it was a different one.
One that was being strained, trying to hide the pain that was so
visible in those large, chocolate eyes.
What is it that you see in Ken
that I can't? Takeru thought, staring at his
friend's profile.
***
Daisuke sat down next to his
sister who was quietly reading a book. He looked at her and
sighed, knowing what he wanted to say but not being able to say
it. How long had it been? Daisuke didn't remember. He had
been so young when the incident had happened. All he remembered
was that his sister had hurt, that his sister had cried. Just
like he knew that Ken must have hurt, must have cried.
That was why he was here at his
sister's apartment on the day that he knew they would both
be visiting his grave. Daisuke had never been to his
grave, had never been invited and never found it his place to
ask. So what had made him ask this time? He didn't know.
Maybe curiosity. Curiosity to meet—in some way—the
person that dictated so much of Ken's life and so much of
Jun's.
Ichijouji Osamu.
That name—that
person—had been the reason for so much pain, so much sorrow.
Just the mere implication of that name could make Daisuke feel as
helpless as a kitten. And he feared things that made him feel
helpless.
"'Neechan?"
Daisuke began and Jun looked up at him.
"Yes, otouto-chan?" Jun
asked though she already knew what the question was. Daisuke
looked at her for a long moment as if trying to find a way to ask
the question.
"Yes, I was in love with
him." She answered the unspoken question tired of the
silence. "And yes, Im quite aware of what I'm
saying and about how old I was when I was in love with him. But I
was. He was—no, he is— my soul mate and I still love
him. I'm as sure of that as I'm sure that I'll one
day die."
Daisuke winced at her words. The
death of his sister, even though it had not happened yet, never
did sit well with him. He unconsciously moved closer to her and
she smiled softly placing an arm around her younger
brother's waist, rubbing his side in a comforting manner.
"You loved him that much,
huh?" Daisuke said, not really understanding the weight of
her words. Love had always been such a foreign word to him.
Something that was made so that little girls would have something
to dream about in their sleep. Prince Charming, white gowns, and
all those other things associated with the word always seemed so
unattainable. At least for him. But he wasn't going to say
anything to his sister, there was no point. He would just pretend
to understand.
"Yes, I did." She
replied a small wistful smile appearing on his face. "There
was just something about him that attracted him to me."
"Which was?"
"His eyes. Yes, that was
it." She was silent for a moment as if caught up in some old
memory. "When I first met him, there was something about his
eyes. He always acted indifferent and a little cruel but when you
looked into his eyes you could see straight into his soul. So
much depth, so much pain, I guess it attracted me. I don't
know, I guess I just wanted to relive his pain."
"Like me?" He looked up
at his sister with large eyes and Jun felt like she was speaking
with her eight-year-old brother again.
"Yes, but there are
differences." She laughed a little. Daisuke made a face
making her laugh even more.
She stood, taking hold of her
purse and walking towards the door followed by her younger
brother. She walked towards the door opening it and feeling the
heat of the sun on caress her face. She frowned, thinking of
Osamu, thinking about how he couldn't feel this heat from
where he was. This, bring a twisting pain to her chest.
"C'mon,
neechan." Daisuke said, "We're going to be
late."
"We're not exactly on a
time schedule, y'know." Jun said, laughing a little
once more. Leave it to Daisuke to make her feel better without
even trying.
It was quiet, but it wasn't
one of those uncomfortable, awkward silences. It was a
respectable silence, the kind of silence that permeated any and
all cemeteries. There was a cool wind blowing through the
cemetery, ruffling the trees and grass, whispering the secrets of
the dead to the living visitors.
It was made Daisuke uncomfortable.
It was like the dead were some how watching him, like they knew
all his deepest, darkest secrets. Secrets he rather not have out
in the open.
Closing his eyes, he shook his
head. He knew it was ridiculous, the dead, were dead and no
matter what they knew, it could not hurt him in the least. But
still he was paranoid. The dead always scared him, or more like
someone who was now dead would always scare him.
I'm not making any sense. Daisuke
thought rubbing his eyes.
Daisuke followed his sister's
quietly, trying to push back other thoughts of long dead evils.
His chocolate eyes focusing on the back of his sister cinnamon
head. Her hair had been done up in elaborate braids and she was
wearing a long, dark skirt that reached her knees. He smiled when
he saw her shoes—no heals. That woman couldn't stand
heals.
"They hurt my feet!" She
wailed, "I don't know how people can put up with
them. Give me sneakers any time!"
Daisuke smiled warmly at the old
memory watching as his sister knelt before a head stone and lit
some incense. She closed her eyes and put her hands together
holding a necklace of brown beads as she muttered something.
Daisuke said nothing, standing behind his sister and staring at
the head stone in front of him.
Ichijouji Osamuwe finally
meet. Daisuke thought. Funny how I don't feel
anything right now. Nothing that I expected to feel when I met
you. A soft sigh escaped his lips making Jun look at him. He
smiled at her and she turned back to what she was doing.
Daisuke shook his head, shoving
his hands deep into the pockets of his black jeans. Daisuke
didn't understand how he felt. A small smile appearing on
his face as he realized that it was rare when he immediately
understood his feelings. But it wasn't like Daisuke was
going to spend hours analyzing them. Whenever he didn't
understand something, he would ignore it until it went away, not
the most intelligent solution but one he liked and wasn't
going to stop. It was easier in the long run at least he thought
so.
"Daisuke? Jun-san?" A
soft tenor came interrupting the silence. The two Motomiyas
turned to find Ichijouji Ken standing before them, holding a
wooden bucket in his hand.
"He always acted
indifferent and a little cruel but when you looked into his eyes
you could see straight into his soul."
He stood before him, blue hair
swaying with the wind, blue eyes narrowed with determination and
a cruel smile curling his beautiful lips. Daisuke felt a shiver
go down his spine as he stared at the other. He was so caught up
in the other that he hadn't notice his opponent take the
upper hand and run off with the ball until he heard his crowds
disappointed and angry yells.
Daisuke swore and chased after the
other boy, the wind whipping through his face. He had to catch
up, he had to stop him, had to stop thinking about everything but
the game.
Concentrate Motomiya!
Concentrate! Daisuke growled as he watched Ken kick the ball
into the goal, watching as it whizzed past the goalie. He
listened to the crowd's cheers and swore again. This was not
going the way it should be.
It was like a dance of power, one
that Ken was very good at. The way his body moved, graceful and
agile. He was wield command of the game, everyone falling to his
every whim even when not wanting to. He was one with the ball;
one with the game and Daisuke was in complete awe.
He's perfectDaisuke
thought, watching as Ken scored another goal. The boy moved with
confidence spoke with confidence. He was the embodiment of
confidence. Yeah and arrogance. Daisuke snorted watching
Ken, watching the way he acted, the way he spoke. But then
again if one is to be normal one most follow the crowd.
"Wow, Ken you're so
cool!" Daisuke said grinning like an idiot.
"You should pay attention to
the game then maybe you'd score a point." He replied.
Daisuke rolled his eyes.
Epitome of arrogance. Daisuke
thought chasing after Ken.
The crowd cheered, watching the
two teams battle it out. Everyone knew Ken's team would win,
it was inevitable, but they found the little red headed boy very
admirable as he continued to try and upstage Ichijouji Ken. Some
laughed at the thought, as if it were possible for some no named
runt to ever be better then the young genius.
Hikari, Miyako, Takeru, Taichi and
Iori watched in stunned silence as Daisuke chased Ken down and
made him lose the ball. The game was over and Ken's team won
but Daisuke had caused quite a bit of a stir. Ken was having a
little trouble standing up, most likely the red head's
cleats had injured him, but it didn't last long. The blue
haired boy stood and walked towards his teammates. Daisuke was
following him. The Chosen couldn't help but wonder what
would happen then.
"Great game, na?"
Daisuke said. It seemed like the normal thing to do after a game
was to congratulate his opponent.
"Yes, I was surprised by that
last move." Ken said.
"It was really great playing
against you, Ichijouji-san." Daisuke replied,
"You're a real great player."
Daisuke extended his hand, looking
at the face of his opponent, when their eyes met. Everything
seemed to stop. Everything was drowned out, the crowd's
screams, Ken's confident speecheverything but those
eyes. Those large blue eyes. The deeper he looked into those eyes
the more he was lost in their depths, in their sorrow. Sorrow? He
could see it so clearly, past the shields of arrogance and
confidence, the pain the sorrow.
Why did he hurt? Daisuke wanted to
know. Didn't he live a perfect life? A kid's dream, he
was a genius, loved by all. He was perfect, with the perfect
life, with the perfect family. He had everything Daisuke had ever
wished for. But there was pain, deep-rooted pain and so much
sorrow.
Daisuke wanted to understand, he
couldn't understand why? Why did he care? Why did he have
the need to take this boy in his arms and cure all his
pain, save him from inner demons? Why did he care about the pains
of such an arrogant prick?
But he wasn't an arrogant
prick, he was a lost boy. A lost boy who needed to be found, held
and shown towards the light. Show him who he really was, who he
could be. He was the once lost child of Darkness. Now the child
of Kindness, best friend to the child of Courage and Friendship.
Daisuke had known this. The minute
he had looked into Ken's eyes and seen his soul. His scared,
wounded soul. That was why he helped the other boy, because they
were the same. Scared and wounded, two lost souls being used for
evil deeds by the black hearted creatures of the night.
"Jun-san, I didn't know
you knew my brother." Ken's surprised voice brought
Daisuke out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm not
surprised." Jun replied. "Osamu-kun, was always so
secretive." Ken nodded, his eyes clouding over somewhat.
Daisuke frowned and walked up to Ken, placing a friendly arm
around his shoulder.
"How long you planning on
talking to your brother?" Daisuke asked, looking over at the
stone head of Ichijouji Osamu.
"I don't know.
Why?" Ken asked. Daisuke noted Jun had walked back to the
head stone and was promptly ignoring them. She never did like to
be around Ken when he was upset, it reminded her too much of
Osamu.
"'Cause how about I
treat you to dinner?" Daisuke said, grinning a little. Ken
looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he raised his head and
looked at Daisuke.
"As a date?" Daisuke
noted the hope in his voice.
"Do you want it to be a
date?"
Danger! Danger, Motomiya
Daisuke!! Daisuke could hear the voice in his head screaming
sounding suspiciously like the robot from that stupid American
show: Lost in Space. But he couldn't help but agree
with the voice, to bad he couldn't tell his mouth what his
mind already knew.
"Yes, actually I do."
Ken said, smiling though his eyes betrayed his nervousness. But
Daisuke never looked at Ken's eyes, he only saw the smile.
That smile that made him smile.
"Then a date it is."
Daisuke said, mentally smacking himself for agreeing to this. For
not stopping this. He knew he shouldn't have stepped over
that line, but he did it anyway. He was so caught up in trying to
make Ken happy that he did something he knew he shouldn't.
It was always the same, Daisuke would slit his own wrist without
a second thought to see the other boy happy, his brain taking a
back seat as his body did stupid things.
But he couldn't stop it now,
couldn't hurt his friend's feelings. That would erase
the smile that was on his face. And it was such a bright smile.
It filled Daisuke's heart with so much uncontrollable joy.
So he went along with it, he
already knew how it was going to turn out anyway. He just hoped
it wouldn't hurt his relationship with Ken. He hoped that
they would be able to stay friends after Ken got bored with him
as a lover, like everyone else did.
Takeru's right. Daisuke
thought with a sigh. It is my fault. But I'm not
changing!
TBC
All right, there it is the
beginning to the romance and all the real torture and pain. I
know the soccer scene wasn't true to the episode but I
don't exactly remember everything in that episode and
anyway, this way it fit better with the story. Sorry to all those
that wanted this to be a Tasuke/Daikeru, but I had already
promised it to be a Kensuke/DaiKen. Oh and before I forget, I
know I use a lot of Japanese words in this, if there is anything
that you don't understand let me know and I'll email
you and tell you. Now on to the next chapter!
*muses look at her funny*
That's right, I have to right
it first. ^_^;