It's been a long time since I've posted anything. It took me ages to write this chapter. Writing without my father's encouragement is kind of hard...but I'm getting better now. I figured it was time to dig myself out of my pit (it's nice and dark down there...) and post something. I'm just not sure of how good it is.
Please read and comment. I would appreciate it.
Disclaimer: Digimon and any mention there of is the copyrighted property of...someone who isn't me. I'm just borrowing it to write my stories...
Yolei lay on her bed, scowling up at the ceiling. Poromon was curled up in a basket on her desk, sound asleep and oblivious to everything but his sweet dreams.
"Stupid Deeanna." Yolei growled, turning onto her side. She crossed her arms."Why did that...that 'Goggle-head' have to come back now! I bet she's out there, right now, seducing MY Ken!"
Somehow, after years of living in Deeanna's absense, she had gotten used to the thought that perhaps Ken was up for grabs. And she wasn't ready to let go.
"I'll never give him up!" she hissed."He's mine!"
He had asked her on that futile trip to get Deeanna to turn back into Davis what love felt like. She had thought he was talking about his feelings for her, not that...that google-headed hussy!
There was a picture on her desk. It had been taken years ago, just before Dee had left. All of the Odaiba Digidestined were grouped together, and Ken had his arms around Deeanna. Yolei picked up the picture and smashed it against the wall. Broken glass shattered from the frame and littered Yolei's bedroom floor. Poromon woke with a start.
"What happened Yolei?" he asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
"Nothing, Poromon." she said, patting his head."You go back to sleep now."
Reassured by his partner, Poromon closed his eyes and was once more slumbering peacefully. Yolei watched him sleep for a few minutes, before sitting down at her computer. She was still fuming while she checked her e-mail. There was only one message, but it didn't say who it was from. Curiousity overwhelmed the purple-haired young woman.
Dear Digidestined of Love and Sincerity,
I know how you feel right now. Deeanna has also robbed me of a person I adored. I would like to meet you. Please come to the Digital World tomorrow at noon. Don't worry about finding me. I will find you.
-A friend.
Yolei's expression became thoughtful. So she was right about Deeanna. That little hussy was stealing other people's men, hm? Maybe she would go see this person tomorrow...
Back at Ken's appartment, both Ken and Deeanna sprawled on his couch. DemiVeemon and Wormmon sat on the floor, eyes glued to the glowing wonder that was t.v.
"They're easy to please." Ken said.
"Give them enough junk food and a game console, and then say they're easy to please." Deeanna replied.
"As I recall, you used to be the same way, Dee." Ken said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Deeanna's reply was to throw a couch cushion at Ken. Ken laughed.
"You're precious." he said, reaching over and ruffling Deeanna's silky hair.
"I try to be." Deeanna replied in a modest tone, causing Ken to laugh harder. Soon, Deeanna had joined in.
"I haven't laughed this hard in years..." Ken gasped.
"Neither have I." Deeanna admitted."I didn't really have any reason to laugh, really."
"Clearly." Ken paused."I-I...I'm really glad that you came back...and I...I promise to..."
"I can't believe it." Deeanna threw up her hands.
"What?"
"I never thought that you, my dear, articulate genius, would have trouble finishing a sentence."
"Well, I-" Ken stopped."Where'd you learn 'Articulate' from?"
"Out of a magazine." Deeanna giggled."Now, you were saying?"
"I-I promise...to take care of you as long as you need me to." Ken said in a rush. It took Deeanna a minute to realise what Ken meant. Her face fell.
"Oh." she said, looking down at her feet."I see."
Ken smacked himself on the forehead.
"That didn't come out right." he said, flustered. His cheeks burned hotly.
"No no, it's alright." Deeanna said."You meant, for as long as I'm still alive, of course."
Ken squirmed with discomfort.
"It's okay, really." Deeanna said, shaking her head."Remember, I've accepted it. It just makes me a little uncomfortable, that's all."
"Understandable." Ken nodded.
They sat in silence, watching the cartoons the two little Digimon had chosen for a few minutes. Deeanna stood up.
"I should make us some dinner." she said, turning towards the kitchen. Ken jumped up.
"No, I can do that." he said. Deeanna eyed him sternly.
"No mother-henning now, Ken. I'm not a total invalid."
"Where-"
"Magazine."
"Oh."
Deeanna waltzed into the kitchen, giggling softly to herself at being able to confuse Ken.
Deeanna and Ken lay on Ken's bed later that night.
"I think I ate too much." Ken groaned.
"Poor baby." Deeanna murmered, stroking his hair."But I didn't see you turning down seconds, now did I?"
"Point taken." Ken laughed, stretching."I've never had such good ramen before."
"I've had time to practice." Deeanna replied."Demiveemon tested it for me. It's a wonder that he isn't as round and fat as a soccer ball by now. I guess he works it all off in his periods of hyperactivity."
"That could be it." Ken agreed."He certainly ate a lot tonight. Wormmon, too."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Deeanna said, snuggling close to Ken. He stiffened at the contact for a moment, then relaxed and put his arms around Deeanna.
"Well, I promised to take care of you. What can I do first?" he whispered in her ear. He was feeling good and playful.
Deeanna thought for a moment. What did she really, really want Ken to do for her? There were so many possibilities...she could use this to her advantage, and tease him a bit, but...no, she knew what she wanted.
Deeanna looked at Ken, locking eyes with him. A small smile twitched at her lips, and her eyes sparkled. Leaning closer to him, she whispered her wish into his ear.
"WHAT!"
If Deeanna hadn't been holding Ken tightly, he would have jumped off of the bed in shock.
"You want THAT!"
Deeanna nodded seriously.
"Yes, I do. Very much so."
"I can't do...that!" he cried.
"Why not?"
"Well, I...I..." Ken tried to figure out a reason.
"Please?" Deeanna said, and looked pleadingly at him."I...I need this..."
The look in her eyes made up Ken's mind. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly got up. He crossed over to the door.
"You're absolutely sure...?" Ken asked, his hand reaching for the door. But he already knew what Deeanna's answer would be.
"Yes."
Ken sighed, and locked the door. The Digimon were asleep on the couch, but he wasn't taking any chances.
Deeanna lay sleeping in Ken's arms, but Ken was wide awake. He watched the clock on his dresser change to 3:30 a.m, the bright red numbers glowing across the dark room. He sighed contentedly.
He had tried to be a gentle lover, but his need had been as great as Deeanna's. He couldn't deny that.
Deeanna sighed in her sleep, and cuddled closer to Ken. He watched her sleep for a few minutes. He had never met anyone else who was so precious to him. And in a month, he was going to loose her. That thought burned in his mind.
Ken felt a prickling sensation in the corners of his eyes. Hot tears welled up, and fell down his cheeks, splashing on the top of Deeanna's head.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He carefully crawled out of the bed, tucking the covers carefully around Deeanna's sleeping form. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, grabbed his boxers, and slipped out of the room.
Deeanna stirred, as though sensing his absense.
Ken closed the bathroom door, and leaned against it. He let out a sob of despair.
He had just gotten Deeanna back. He couldn't loose her again. There had to be something he could do to save her from this terrible fate. But how did one save a human from a digital virus? Fresh tears rolled down his face.
Ken crossed the room, and bent over the sink. He turned on the cold water, and splashed it over his face several times.
"Ken?" a soft voice startled him. He quickly turned around. Deeanna was standing in the doorway, a sheat wrapped loosely around her body, her hair cascading over her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Deeanna asked, her eyes glowing softly in the dim light. He couldn't stand it.
Ken gave a low moan, and stumbled towards her. He wrapped his arms around Deeanna, and burried his face in her hair. Startled, Deeanna put her arms around Ken, stroking his hair gently, and let him cry.