Digimon belongs to Toei! It's
not mine!
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Shi-chan: I swore up and down that I'd never read Kensuke. And then, that I
would never *write* Kensuke. What the hell happened!?!?
Daisuke: I guess I'm lovable.
Seki: ...
Shi-chan: I'm gonna be killed for this one. *pleadingly* Please don't kill me,
Jei-san! I know it's bad and wrong but I just can't HELP it! I LIKE Kenyako! I
really do! In fact I'll write a Kenyako next!
Duo: ...pathetic.
Seki: You're just mad 'cause it's not 1x2.
Duo: >.<
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Kyosuke No. 1," from Kimagure Orange Road
^^^(This is the song that I'm listening to at this moment--sometimes it helps
people get the feel of the story)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I figured it was time for a Digimon serial, and this idea hit me
in Enterprise class today. It's gonna be *long.* Also, this is only my second
Digimon fic, but I think I've got the hang of things now. Enjoy! Oh, and the
title is from an instrumental GW peice. Very pretty, and really works for this
story, especially in later chapters. ^_^
Warnings: Shounen-ai: it's Kensuke. At the moment. OOC-ness, and MAJOR weird
stuff to come...this is Death Becomes Him-turned-Digimon, for my GW readers.
^_~ Enjoy!
With a sigh, Ichijouji Ken turned the pink square over in his fingers again and
again. No soft glow emitted from the rose on the little crest, but he found it
captivating to look at all the same. To think that he, the boy once known as
the Digimon Kaizer, would be the holder of the Crest of Kindness...yet here it
was, a lifeless little square in his palm that seemed to radiate joy even when
it wasn't activated.
"Something wrong, Ken-chan?" Wormmon asked worriedly from beside him.
Ken gave the insect Digimon a pat on the head. "Nothing, Wormmon. Just
thinking."
"Oh." Wormmon hopped up on the table beside Ken to look at the crest.
The little guy had a unique way of smiling with just his eyes that Ken found
terribly interesting, and he was doing it now. The dark-haired boy held his
hand flat so Wormmon could see the crest too. "It's nice to see you
smiling, Ken-chan."
Ken looked at Wormmon, startled to find that he *had* been smiling.
"Aa?"
"Hai." Wormmon's big eyes did an excellent job of expressing the
happiness he felt, and Ken was getting better and better at reading his
Digimon's mouthless expressions. "What are you thinking about?"
Ken ran his fingers absently over the markings on Wormmon's forehead, turning
the crest over again in his right hand. "Just about everything, Wormmon.
My crest, mostly. And Daisuke."
"Daisuke?" Wormmon's antennae perked up slightly. "Good."
Ken laughed, eliciting a questioning look from Wormmon. "Nani? What's so
funny?"
"I just wasn't expecting that." Ken gave Wormmon a smile and another
pat on the head. "Since when did you become such a big fan of
Daisuke's?"
"When he became a fan of you." Wormmon said bluntly.
The Digidestined boy stared for a long moment at the little caterpillar.
"Itai..."
Wormmon's expression softened slightly. "Ken-chan...you know you can't
hide something like that from *me*..."
"Oh, Wormmon." Ken heaved a sigh and set his elbows on the tabletop,
pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. "I don't know what to do about him.
I mean, he told me flat-out that he liked me as more than a friend. What am I
supposed to say?"
"Tell him the truth," Wormmon suggested.
"It's tempting," Ken agreed. "But I don't know. I always just
have this...fear...inside. Of myself, of the life I used to lead and the things
I did. I don't want to open up to anyone. Not even Daisuke."
"Ken-chan..." Wormmon pleaded, "don't be like that. What you did
in the past shouldn't be affecting you now!"
Ken smiled softly and gathered the Digimon in his arms, leaning back in the
wooden chair. "But it does, my friend. It matters so much to me that I
fear I'll never be able to forget."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What's up, Ken?" Daisuke wondered aloud. "You look...sad."
Ken sighed and stirred his chocolate milkshake around with the straw.
"Sorry, Daisuke-kun. I'm just a little distracted."
"Hmm." Daisuke reached under the table to slip another cookie to
Chibimon, who was waiting for any chance to grab a bite to eat. Wormmon sat
beside Ken's legs, out of sight, quietly indulging in the food. The cookie
disappeared from Daisuke's fingers almost instantly, indicating that Chibimon
had just about lost his patience with the wait. "Hold up there, little
guy. I'm running out of cookies."
"Mphore pflease!" came Chibimon's excited reply.
Daisuke rolled his eyes and returned his attention to Ken, who had ended up
staring off into space again. "Ken! Oi!"
"Huh?" Ken blinked and stared sleepily at Daisuke.
"Am I boring you or something?" Daisuke asked grumpily. "I could
always talk faster."
"Iie, gomen, I'm just thinking."
"Again?" came a chorus from under the table. Daisuke leaned over and
glared at the two Digimon. "Keep quiet, you guys. We're trying to have a
serious talk here!"
"Daisuke..." Ken stirred his drink again, chin resting lightly on his
hand. "I've been thinking about what you said."
"What I...huh?"
"ITAI!" Both Digimon yelped, earning them another threatening look.
"About you. And me." Ken's cheeks had turned a little pink now. The
voices under the table were giggling now, even Wormmon's.
"Oh!" Daisuke grinned. "Sorry. Uh, you have? What did
you...think about?"
Ken turned his stare to the table, suddenly finding an interesting spot on the
cloth. "Well, I thought about it for a long time, and talked with Wormmon,
and...I wouldn't be totally adverse to...um..." He laid down the spoon and
straightened up. "Daisuke, what I'm trying to say, is that I know you like
me. And I like you. And I've been dealing with my past and my problems
constantly, and I know that's put a strain on our friendship, and put on the
back burner any relationship we might have had."
Daisuke nodded, gesturing for Ken to continue.
Ken caught the other boys gaze and held it. "I haven't been fair to
eaither of us by doing that, and I'm sorry. I told you that I needed to
straighten out my life before anything besides friendship happened between
us." Both Digimon had fallen silent under the table now. Daisuke held his
breath and waited. "I realized that it isn't something I want to do
alone."
The dark-haired boy fell silent for a moment, and it seemed the only audible
sound now was their breathing. Daisuke grinned slowly. "Does that mean
that you and me...?"
"Yeah," Ken finally let his smile reach his eyes, just as Wormmon's
always did. "I think it does."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ken, Ken, Ken. You never learn, do you? You should know better than to
let anyone trust you. It'll be your downfall." The figure licked a drop of
blood from his finger and leaned closer to the screen. "No matter, little
one. Soon enough you'll be mine; you, and him, and the rest of those brats.
You'll see more suffering than I ever did. That, I can promise you."
"Ichijouji Ken...you belong to *me.* Heart, body, and soul."
To be continued....
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Shi-chan: More coming very soon, this is just the tip of the iceberg. But I
plan on taking this story much furthur. Ja ne!