*is amused by "Post An Entry / Last updated 1 week ago"*
On the subject, I'm amused by that because it means that the only thing I post is fic duel stuff, really. I rant about other stuff, post a story, and wait for a week. ^^ Wait! This next time it'll be 8 days! ^^ Have fun in Florida, cyanwitch!
And... I was about to say that there is nothing interesting going on, but then I realized that I'd be lying. I'm going home this weekend and will get to see my sister and see the guard perform and such, and my mom promised that we can go see Lucy, the oldest "human", or something like that. She's at the Museum of Natural Science in Houston, and it's the first time she's ever left Ethiopia. EVER. *is uber excited* LUUUUUUUUUUUUUCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, but I'm posting fic and going to bed. It's 3 am and I've only gotten 10 hours of sleep in the last two days... why, I don't know, but *shrugs* Eh, 'tis life.
Title: Couch
Fandom: Digimon 02
Pairing: DaKe
Rating: PG? That or G. It's happy!fic.
Summary: College!AU. Ken finds that sleeping on the couch is really comfy, and Davis finds sleeping Ken to be entrancing.
Disclaimer (felt like adding one this time): I do not own Digimon (If I did, that ending wouldn't have existed), but I DO own the couch. It really was my aunt's that she gave to me. And it does tend to put me to sleep when I lay down on it between 5 and 6. ^^
Oh, and potentially uses the theme of "Secret Joy" from the 101_kisses challenge. Okay, so it does. Whee. ^^ *is crackish with lack of sleep*
G'night!
It was the same every day, as Davis quickly found out.
Ken would come in from his classes - he had planned it out that each day ended about five o’clock or so - lay down on the couch that Davis’ aunt had given to them, and fall promptly and completely asleep.
The first time this happened, Davis was immediately concerned about his roommate’s health, and asked him upon waking if something was wrong and did he feel sick and did he need anything?
Ken laughed and told him that everything was fine, and he had just felt a little tired, and no, he didn’t need anything, but he appreciated the thought. Mollified for the moment, Davis returned to his room to finish his homework - to get it out of the way so he could play video games, of course! - and Ken headed out to meet with some of his other friends for a study group.
The second time, Davis paused his game and turned around - after giving Ken a good ten minutes to get completely asleep - and found himself entranced. During his waking hours, Ken was always on the go - studying, writing, going out for a multitude of reasons - but now, now he was completely still, peaceful in slumber. Davis was discovering that watching Ken - going or stopped, it didn’t matter - gave him a little thrill, like it was a secret that he was keeping.
An hour later, Ken turned over and slowly awoke, giving Davis enough time to turn around and resume his gaming. The dark haired boy blinked the sleep away, and smiled at Davis as he walked past him to his room to grab his laptop and return to working on homework.
“Naps are awesome,” he said, smiling. Davis smiled back, unable to come up with a decent, but non-revealing response to that statement.
The third time Ken fell asleep on the couch, Davis gave him five minutes to fall asleep, and then moved quickly to grab his sketchbook and pencils. He sat there for a long time, furiously sketching away, until he was satisfied with the work that he had done. He grinned at his paper before looking up again, and his eyes bugged as brown eyes met purple.
“How does it look?” Ken asked, smiling at Davis, who spluttered and tried to give excuses.
“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t resist and you just looked so peaceful lying there and I wanted to keep that image and…” he trailed off, realizing that he was pulling a Yolei - open mouth, insert foot.
Ken just laughed and sat up before stretching and yawning. “I don’t mind,” he said on the tail end of the yawn. He got up and walked over to give Davis a pat on the shoulder. “I’m more than happy to model for you at any point.” He glanced down at the picture that Davis had done, and his eyebrows rose. “Especially if they turn out that good every time.”
Davis blushed a little, keeping his head down to hide it from Ken, and ran a hand through his hair. “Nah, you’re just really easy to draw. You make a good model.”
Ken shook his head. “A model is just like anything else stationary in the world. It is the artist who puts their heart and soul into their creations. The model is just an outline of the concept of the painting.”
Davis looked up to see Ken staring at the drawing, eyes slightly out of focus - as if remembering something that happened long ago. “Ken?” he asked, immediately concerned, as Ken’s tone hinted at some tragedy in the past.
Ken blinked and shook his head. “Oh, sorry. I was just remembering…”
“Who?” Davis asked, insatiable as ever.
“My brother,” Ken replied, his voice a little lower than normal. “He died in a car accident when I was in middle school. He was an artist as well.” Ken smiled to himself for a moment, and then sighed. “He used to say that I was easy to draw because I was easy to believe in, easy to trust and love.” He shook his head. “He was wrong.”
Before he was aware of it, Davis was on his feet, his hands on Ken’s shoulders. “No, he’s not wrong!” Davis cried. “You’re an awesome person Ken!” He continued, his voice lower this time. “You’re great at everything you do, you’re a good friend, a fantastic roommate, and everyone loves you. It’s true!”
Ken blinked at him a bit before looking away. “You’re just saying that…” but he stopped as his eyes fell on the drawing that Davis had done. It was just his head, shoulders, and hands - he’d been using them as a pillow - but it was obvious that there was real talent there, and that Ken was very much at peace in his sleep.
Davis studied Ken’s face as the latter stared at the drawing, taking it all in. “You know,” he spoke up after a moment, “they say that the way someone draws another person can show how they feel about them.” Ken spun to face him, and Davis just gave a reassuring smile. “You’re my friend, Ken. I think your brother’s right because I’d say the same thing about you myself.”
Ken looked at Davis hard, but eventually nodded, seeing only honesty in his roommate’s eyes. “I believe you. I’m not sure why, but I believe you when you say that.”
Davis grinned. “Good, because it’s true.” He gave Ken a big hug, and smiled even more to find it returned. When they moved apart, Ken found himself smiling as well, and a part of Davis cried out that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
In an impulsive maneuver that Davis didn’t even realize was going on for a moment, he leaned forward and captured Ken’s lips with his own.
It was only for a short moment, and it was a chaste kiss, but Davis’ heart jumped into his throat when he realized what had just happened. He immediately began to back away, whispering, “I’m sorry. I acted on an impulse and I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I’m sor-”
“Stop apologizing,” Ken whispered and returned the impulsive action, but adding more force and feeling to the kiss. “I was hoping you felt the same. I’m glad.”
“Me too,” Davis replied.