I don't own Digimon Adventure 02 characters, only using them without permission for non-profitable purposes. That, and twisting them around to fit the plot I've created
AN – I'm trying to change my style a bit, as far as lining goes, ie speech won't be totally in a line per person. I hope I got it right and didn't mess anything up. I'm more than open to suggestions about how to improve this, as I've been getting quite a bit of reviews saying my old format was confusing :X hope this is better.
Love Equals Headache
Daisuke sighed as he heard the phone ring from the living room.
"Tou-saaaaan, get it…"
The ringing continued, as though mocking him. He clenched his teeth, only barely avoiding biting his tongue in his 98 asleep condition.
The ringing did not stop.
The teen buried his head under the pillow, muttering incoherent curses under his breath. Go away, he begged, to away, let him sleep… it was the weekend… sleep! Was it really that much to ask for?
Sleep… just some peace and quiet… so he could sleep… the only sounds he should've been hearing were those of two soft breathes… two steady heartbeats… two…
Two?
His eyes snapped open at once at the realization he was not in his room – not in his bed – not alone.
"AAAaaaaAAAAAAaaAAAh!"
He screamed and jumped to a sitting position a feet away, half throwing the still sleeping body off of him. A topless sleeping body.
It was then Ken woke up, and Daisuke remembered where he was, and why.
They had stayed late on their date the night before; he called his fathers after Ken's parents let him sleep over; he had taken the floor after Ken insisted they slept together… and agreed to the compromise of same room-different beds. Or so Daisuke was led to believe, unless Ken tended to sleep walk into other people's sleeping area without ever telling him about it.
Needless to say, however, that whatever the case was, Daisuke could've done without waking up to find the other boy on top of him like that.
"What's… the matter?" Ken asked between yawns, trying to rub some sleep out of his eyes. He hardly managed to tell colors apart to form shapes at that moment, so it was only natural he missed the pale and somewhat flushed shade of his boyfriend's face.
"Your Bed." Daisuke managed to say, pointing at Ken's bed, where a discarded green insect like doll was half buried under Ken's discarded pajama top. Ken followed his gaze and nodded.
"My bed."
He then pointed at the futon over which he was still sprawled.
"Your bed."
"Which you promised not to trespass upon."
"I… did?" Ken blinked, scratching his cheek sheepishly under Daisuke's glare.
"I… guess I did…"
Daisuke was about to continue ranting after that when the taller boy began advancing towards him, a predatory look on his face.
"You're not on your bed now…"
With a heavy heart Daisuke noticed the edge of the futon, not even an inch away from his foot. Not even an inch away nonetheless, though.
"Oy… wa, wait a minute…"
"I'm not breaking any promises now, am I?"
"Oy, Ken… don't come any closer… oy, hands off! Gimme back my shirt, Ken, I'm cold! Oy, Ken!"
–
Taichi sighed on the other end of the line, shaking his head, doing his best to assure Mrs. Ichijouji his son wasn't a perverted teenaged delinquent. He wasn't too sure about Ken, though…
"Yes, they do seem to be having fun…"
He said as his son's desperate cries for help reached him via the phone.
"No, Daisuke'll come back on his own, he's old enough… what? Straight after lunch at the latest…"
A frown crossed his face…
"Yes, he's quite well fed at home, why…"
…Before he burst out laughing.
"Yes, yes, he always eats that much…"
A chuckle from behind him alerted him to his husband's presence, but he kept his attention to the phone… or at least did his best to do so when a pair of arms sneaked around his waist and a naughty pair of hands tugged at his pants.
"Pink suits you."
Came the comment, directed at Taichi's pink cooking apron, bought to him by the blonde. The brunette squeeled and began wriggling about, causing the woman on the other end of the line to sound more and more distressed.
"No ma'am… I'm fine… my roommate just… woke up… yes ma'am, the pop star… yes ma'am, you too, ma'am… … STOP THAT!"
Taichi screamed once he heard the 'click' signaling the other end hung up. Yamato laughed in response and moved in to kiss his husband, only to have the other cover his mouth with both hands.
"Oh no, I smelled your breathe just now, dragon."
Yamato pouted as cutely as he could, but to no avail.
"You know the rules, no kissing unless oral condition is mutual. Since I'm all minty already, I suppose it's your turn."
The blonde chuckled.
"Right, in a minute."
"That's what you always…"
"So what did our son's mother-in-law to be want?"
Yamato cut in brutally, and at that, Taichi froze, mouth open slightly.
"Wha…"
"I take it our Dai's enjoying himself over there?"
That got Taichi to shake himself back to his senses, though he was blushing lightly.
"I think I woke them up."
Glancing at the clock at the wall, the singer discovered the time to be an hour to noon.
"About time…"
"Yeah, so if we don't want this to be lunch go and brush your teeth already."
Yamato blinked as Taichi set the table for two and sighed.
"Yes Dear."
"And put a shirt on, one of the neighbors lent some stuff from us and I expect at least the boxes back soon."
"Spoil sport!"
"Right…"
As Yamato disappeared in the hallway, Taichi sat down rather heavily, letting the smile drop.
"I wonder…"
"Taichi!"
"Yes!"
He jumped, startled.
"I'll be unshaved today, you were warned!"
"How DO your fans put up with you, I'll never know."
"Good thing you were never a fan then, eh?"
No reply came, however. A tad worried, Yamato, now fully clothed, came back to the kitchen, breath as fresh as morning dew.
"Baby doll?"
"You were always the Barbie, Yamato."
Came the rather bitter comeback to the pet name, the tone used to voice it being far too depressed, far too sad, quiet, far too… non… Taichi-like.
"What's wrong?" Yamato looked at his husband, knowing better than to get overly worried, yet unable to stop himself. If Taichi was this disturbed on a visual level, he must've been going through hell on the inside.
"Come on, Tai, what's eating at you?"
He sat down on the table's other side, taking the brunette's hands in his.
"I'm worried."
"About Daisuke?"
A solemn nod was the answer.
"He's almost sixteen, Tai."
Nod.
"He's been through quite a lot, even if it was all one sided crushes."
Nod.
"He has an excellent idea of what he wants, and knows when to put his foot down when it comes to what he needs."
Nod.
"As far as we know, he's with someone who lives up to both."
Nod-nod.
"But…?" Yamato raised his eyebrow expectantly at Taichi, who stopped in mid nod, biting his lip.
"I… talked to Sora the other day…"
Yamato was so turn between sighing, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he settled to doing them all later in private and merely nodded his head. Whenever Taichi and Sora… talked… He and Taichi had to… talk.
The woman cared for both Daisuke and Miyako, but naturally cared more for the girl, and so, she was raised often in conversations between the two parents. As it turned out more often than not, Miyako wasn't as happy-go-lucky as she wanted people to see her. Being like Taichi, Sora kept most things hidden inside; she usually let out to Taichi; and he, being worried for his own son, couldn't help but worry more.
"What did you two talk about?" Taichi swallowed a bit. "Troubles in paradise?" Yamato encouraged a bit.
"She just… hinted… Miyako-chan and Hikari weren't getting along too well lately…"
"And?" Yamato coaxed, gently squeezing Taichi's hands.
"And Miyako-can and Dai are very best friends and whenever she's over here she's so happy and so is Dai…"
"Aaaaaand?"
It was amusing how Taichi told the tale while beating around the bush all along.
"Aaaand…"
There was a long silence before Taichi took a deep breath and down right blurted –
"Have we forced Daisuke to be gay?"
Another silence, this one of shock. Yamato blushed, paled, fought off cold sweat and fainting. Eventually he managed a small peep that resembled a 'what', and unable to respond in any other way, Taichi giggled.
"It's just that… I… well…"
The smile disappeared.
"Our relationship is all he knew since age zero. Then he grew up a bit and met Mimi and Sora, Jyou and Koushiro. Growing up some more, Hikari and Miyako-chan, Takeru and Iori-kun. Sure, he's seen plenty of straight couples around, but considering the facts…"
"Taichi, stop. Right now. Go no further."
Yamato ordered and Taichi stopped, though it was obvious he was mentally repeatin what he had just said, if not continuing it.
"Daisuke grew up the way he had. No one can change it now, and I dare you to look me in the eye and honestly tell me you'd have changed one thing about how we raised him… other than having me around more."
Taichi looked away.
"You said it yourself, Daisuke was around all sorts of couples and people. I'd like to think that while we certainly taught him that homosexuality wasn't bad, that we also did no teach him that heterosexuality wasn't good.
"He's not scared nor disgusted of women; he can see other guys as nothing more than platonic friends; never once have I told him 'don't go out with her, she's a girl' and neither have you. On the contrary, we've encouraged him to do as he pleases and gave him the freedom of choice to experiment and to make mistakes, all on his own.
"Disagree with me on anything so far?"
Taichi shook his head, though still seemed disturbed.
"Good. Now, as far as actually raising him goes. Let's look at his friends…"
"Miyako-chan and Iori-kun." Taichi hurried to say.
"Hikari, Takeru, and gosh, even Ken." Yamato was just as quick to counter. Taichi went silent again.
"All three have grown up in straight homes, maybe even old fashioned if not down-right homophobic."
Taichi grimaced as he remembered meeting Takeru's parents on a parents day a few years back. The man was so close minded…
"But look at them all now." Yamato continued.
"Hikari's head over heels for Miya-chan, or at least attached enough to stay with her as a couple all these years; Takeru's got the hots for Iori and is molesting our Daisuke."
"He's wha…"
"And Ken…" Yamato carried on as though uninterrupted. "…well, unless the hordes of fans made him utterly scared of women…"
"So that's why you chose me!" Taichi declared with a grin, making Yamato smirk a bit before continuing.
"Point in, Taichi, I don't think we can get anyone gay. No one knows exactly how it works, whether it's by birth or environment or both. Nor do I care for any of that."
Taichi snorted at that.
"All I know, Taichi, is that Daisuke chases guys out of his own will. And I don't want to sound like I'm generalizing, but, come on, if he hadn't made even one move on Miya-chan… than if he's not gay, he's a-sexual."
Taichi chuckled, relief obvious in his laughter, and on his features.
"Bottom line." Yamato caught his attention again, leaning backwards in his seat.
"We both know that as long as Daisuke's happy, we don't care about his partner's gender. We know it, he knows it."
"Maybe, but… I sure will feel better if he heard it from you."
Yamato knew better than to act surprised at the apparent dumping of responsibility.
"I will. And I'll spend more time with him, too."
"I think he'll appreciate it."
"I will too."
They both sighed, shared a peck on the lips, and went to reheat their brunch.
–
Daisuke sighed as he finished packing his things, ready to leave Ken's place and head on home.
"Man… I sure would've loved staying more… why must weekends be so short…"
He sneezed as he zipped his backpack, cursing the cold he probably caught.
"All because Ken wanted to play tag… that bastard…"
"Now is that any way to speak to your boyfriend?"
Daisuke jumped, making said boyfriend laugh.
"Wha… what if your mother hears!"
Daisuke panicked, looking around nervously. Ken had often praised his mother, but this was the first time he came over, let alone spent the night there. He knew not Mrs. Ichijouji's opinion about the whole homosexual matter in general ,let alone how she felt about her son… if she even knew.
Ken shrugged.
"First of all, she's out on some errands. Besides, she couldn't have cared either way, she likes you."
Daisuke was about to reply to cover his blush when Ken continued, almost absent-mindedly.
"Second, she already knows about me."
Daisuke nodded, fearing the continuation a bit.
"As long as I don't bring any trouble makers home, she can handle it."
"But, yesterday… when we got here…"
"Oh, you mean the 'I wish Ken-chan would find himself a nice wife' speech?"
Daisuke nodded.
"She gives it to everyone, but when I actually brought a girl here – we had a project to make for school –"
Daisuke nodded.
"She chewed her out and spat her out."
The brunette raised his hand.
"Question."
"Shoot."
It took him a minute and a blush, but he
managed to stutter it out.
"How many… how many boyfriends did you…"
"Two including you. I don't like to talk about it, though."
"I'm sorry…"
"What for? You just wanted to know more about me, right?"
Ken smiled, but Daisuke knew he was at least partially faking it. By the time he realized his phone was ringing, he turned to find a voice message.
"Who was it?"
"No one who can't wait."
"You sure?"
Daisuke shrugged.
"I know who called, nothing too urgent."
"Alright…"
"Walk me to the train station?"
"Sure."
They headed out the door, but it was obvious Ken was still troubled.
"Daisuke-kun, are you –sure- that…"
"Yep, nothing important in that message."
He replied with a smile.
'Just Miyako.'