Chapter title: Sound
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: Y'know, I'm quite attached to this fic. I want to keep writing it forever, but I only plan on having two more chapters after this one. Oh well, I guess they say that all good things come to an end, don't they? It's a shame that this was only going to be a short thing to get rid of my block; I've been so caught up in wanting to write pairings no one's ever seen before that I forgot how much I love Daiken. Also, my shoulder is peeling. It's horrid unpleasant.

Week 3

The infatuation I have with this boy is becoming unbearable.

He was on the phone when I walked past him today; I took it as an excuse to stare at him for a bit longer. Those who are preoccupied are far less likely to notice something as insignificant as that. I watched him chatter away in an animated fashion. I think it's safe to assume that he was talking to a friend, as the subject of the conversation seemed to be a basketball game that had gone well. He certainly had no qualms about badmouthing the opposing side, I discovered, when I heard a number of rather colourful words being used to describe one particular member of the other team.

I had passed him and sat down in my usual seat before I could establish whether the words he was using applied to that person because he didn't like him, or merely because he had been playing against him. Either way, hearing language like that coming from his mouth had brought quite a few (unwelcome at the time, but not anymore now that I'm alone) ideas into my head. The more I think about those ideas while I'm away from the train, the more flesh they seem to have to them. I keep conjuring up different ways that I could make him say those words in bed; of course, the more preferable ways would require me to first find his weak spots. Not that I'm complaining. I think exploring him in such a way would be a highly enjoyable experience.

One thing I can't get out of my mind was his amazing voice, whether he was using it to swear or not. Had I not been collected and prepared for anything he might decide to throw at me, I might have been reduced to some kind of blubbering heap on the floor. That would not have been attractive, and I would have had a hard time afterwards convincing him that he really does want me. But anyone else with an ear for beautiful sounds would have felt the same way as I did about it; while it was alluring it wasn't deep and smooth, but instead had a raspy sort of texture to it. It was like nothing I'd ever heard before, and I was going to make damn sure that I heard it again.

However; today, it wasn't his voice that really got to me. Yes, it was amazing and yes, at this precise moment I want nothing more than to hear him screaming my name, but something far more remarkable happened. He did glance up at me, as per usual, and caught my eye. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Since he was on the phone, I expected him to turn away again even faster than he usually did in order to completely focus on his conversation again. That was not what he did. Instead he held my gaze for a few extra seconds and smiled at me.

He smiled at me.

It was only a friendly, polite smile. The kind of smile you'd justify giving to an acquaintance if you passed them on the stairs or saw them in the town. The one that says 'I'm trying to be civil, but I don't actually know you so I won't speak to you'. But it was a smile nonetheless, and it was also a fascinating new development. The butterflies in my stomach were brought full-force back to life making it difficult for me to do very much. I had to smile back, of course; I'd have regretted it forever if I hadn't. It was just that the newly initiated heat all over me was making even this simple action rather difficult to do.

I had to literally recompose myself before I could manage to smile back at him. My inner battle didn't show, courtesy of my ability to control myself sufficiently, which is a good thing really. I can't have him thinking that he's got the upper hand in this. It wouldn't be right. My mental struggles with the way he makes me feel have got to stay just that: mental. Not physical, not outward, not anything that'd he'd be able to pick up on. When I think about this, I'm glad that being a genius isn't completely made up of downsides and disadvantages. It means that I'm perfectly capable of restraining myself and my lust until I see fit to stop.

The smile I gave to him wasn't quite the same as the smile he gave me. Oh no; his smile was courteous and respectful. Mine was on the slightly more predatory side, like how a tiger might smile at an antelope it was planning to have for dinner. It was the only kind of smile I could manage at the time, since my mind was already in the gutter and he'd just disrupted my insides. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind too much; he just accepted that it was a smile and went back to his conversation. It would have been nice if he'd caught on and the smiles had developed into something a bit more physical, but unfortunately that wasn't the way things went.

It is, however, the way things will go if I have my way; and believe you me, I always get my way. I will not let ignorance on his part stop me getting what I want.