Drabbles: Love pt. 3
Title: Love. Drabbles #21-30
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
021 - OMG!
They’re curled up on the sofa, fingers interlaced when Takeru tentatively opens his swollen lips.
“We need to tell them.”
Rolling over onto his back, Daisuke’s liquid chocolate eyes squint, desperate for some excuse, any excuse to avoid stating what should’ve been obvious by now.
“It’s been three months, Dai.” Takeru states, a little more resolutely this time.
And it’s true. They’ve been going out for a long three months now, and their friends, their family are none the wiser. Still pretty damn sure that the pair hate each other’s guts.
Daisuke thinks that’s sorta funny, because sure, they’ve been acting the part, but he personally thinks they’ve been laying it on a little thick.
Takeru climbs onto Daisuke’s chest, pouts and brings out the puppy dog eyes that have never let him down. At Daisuke’s resigned sigh, Takeru knows he’s won.
*
The following day Daisuke finds himself standing under a gigantic weeping willow at the Odaiba Park, Takeru at his side. They’re both very calm about it really, if you ignore the tapping foot, the grinding teeth, and Takeru’s nervous twitch.
“Relax.” The blond states, watching Dais ring his hands.
“Take your own advice.” The latter scoffs back, and to shut him up, Takeru rolls his eyes and pecks him soundly on the lips.
Unfortunately, tensions are high, so a harmless peck quickly gets a little deeper, a little more heated and before they know it they’re making out like Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.
A piercing wail drowns whatever hint of arousal there had been.
They leap off each other and Miyako’s standing over them, red-faced and hands in the air. “OH MY GOD!” She screams, and Takeru’s kinda grateful it was Miyako who found them, at least now they don’t have to worry about telling anyone.
022 - Do you believe this?
Needless to say, Miyako was all kinds of shocked. After she’d finished yelping and fretting and well, freaking out, she’d sprinted in the opposite direction, wondering if gaydom was contagious.
Naturally, she’d collided with a lean form rather quickly.
“Guh.”
“Miyako?”
Ken stood in front of her, concern marring his perfect features.
“Don’t tell me, you’re gay too and having a lurid love affair with Iori.”
He quirked a defined eyebrow, scratching a hand behind his head, “Ah…no.”
“Tai, Yamato?”
“Sorry, no. My interest is solely in women.”
Miyako sighed, running a hand back through her lilac locks. “Did I come off sounding like a retard?”
“Only a little.”
She groaned, “Sorry…it’s just Takeru and Daisuke are, well, screwing apparently, and I didn’t even pick up on it! And they didn’t tell us, I mean, do you believe this?!”
But Ken was only half listening, his eyes off into the distance. Miyako allowed her orbs to follow the path his were setting, straight to the two boys in question, holding hands and whispering frantically.
“Yea…I think I do.” He said, hesitating, before taking her hand in his.
023 - Stupid Thing.
Tai laughs when Daisuke tells him of his worries.
“What are you worrying about something stupid like that for, Dais?”
A part of the younger boy agrees. Another part of him concludes that this is why Sora chose Yamato.
Takeru and him, they’re both boys. That’s the thing really. They go on weird, half-dates followed up by passionate make-out sessions in toilet stalls and storage closets, and as of tomorrow, they’ve been doing that for six months. So what? No fuss, no hassle, that’s what they both agreed on when they started dating in the first place.
Besides, anniversaries? Sounds like an episode of Clueless or Sweet Valley High. Hello, they’re guys. Guys don’t care about that sort of stuff…do they?
For some reason the above statements do nothing to quell him of his worries.
“Daisuke!”
Hikari stumbles into the room, brown hair pulled off her pretty face with the spotty headband Takeru had bought for her three years ago. Tai pulls a face at her, and gets up to grab another drink from the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?”
Daisuke stares at her for a minute, debating whether to just tell her the truth. Realistically speaking, she is a girl, so she probably wouldn’t get the boy-relationship-thing, on the other hand, she’s known Takeru a lot longer than him.
“It’s our six month anniversary tomorrow…Takeru and me.”
Her eyes glisten suspiciously, and suddenly a warning bell goes off in his head. What was he thinking? This was a girl! This is the sort of thing they live for.
“And you were going to Tai? Really Dais…” She states, before clapping her hands together deviously, “So, what do you have planned?”
At his blank look, she sighs in delight. “Well, looks like we’ve got a lot of work to do, huh?”
024 - Just Laughing.
It was just a giggle at first, bubbling at the bottom of his throat. His normally pale face flushed brightly, trying in vain to swallow this simmering emotion.
Daisuke’s face was comical. The red of his hair seemed to leak through his flesh, trailing to the base of his neck as he twittered violently about. “What are you doing?!”
The blond didn’t say a word, the giggle had erupted into something of a chuckle, vibrating through his voice box. At his boyfriend’s quirked eyebrow, the chuckle turned into something deeper, something a little more hearty.
“Just laughing, Dais.”
025 - An Eye for an Eye.
“You and Takeru…you’re always fighting.” Ken asks, one cool day in late July.
Daisuke doesn’t really know what to say to that, so he opts instead to kick the soccer ball he’s holding high into the air.
“How can you call you’re relationship real if you fight so much?”
But that’s not what Ken means, Daisuke knows. How can you say you’re in love with Takeru if all you do is fight?
“We don’t really mean it though,” Dais says, “When we argue. It’s just our way of telling each other something.”
The taller boy doesn’t say a word, merely leans his back against the wire fence.
“It’s why you and I would never have worked out, Ken.” Daisuke doesn’t take his eyes off the soccer ball before him, yet his words don’t falter. “I need to bounce off someone, and so does he really. An eye for an eye and all that…but you and me, Ken, I take an eye, you go, you angst and live the rest of your life one-eye less.”
And really, what can he say to that?
026 - Grrr…
Sex is doubtlessly the most wonderful, passionate, pleasurable, heated and insanely emotional part of any relationship.
Of course, it also has the potential to be ridiculously humiliating. Unfortunately, Takeru learnt this the hard way.
They hadn’t been together very long really, when they found themselves tumbling into bed. Burning fingers clawing at heated flesh, clothes strewn on the floor. He was so intense and full and everything was so alive and…
“What was that?” Daisuke chuckled through invading tongue.
“What?”
The darker boy sat back on his heels, brown eyes lit with something akin to amusement. But Takeru, who was still half-blind with arousal, didn’t quite understand.
“You made a sound.” Daisuke said, poking the blond’s pale belly.
Takeru was immediately defensive, “So? You’ve made your fair share of noises and-“
“No,” Daisuke laughed, nuzzling Takeru’s neck, “You growled.”
027 - Sweetest Poison.
Takeru started smoking when he was 17.
Hikari wasn’t impressed. Everyday she’d stare at him, groan, sigh, mutter. “I don’t like it, Takeru. You’ll smoke yourself to an early grave.”
Honestly though, it wasn’t just her. No, Yamato would glare, Miyako would grimace, Ken would sigh, Iori would stare intently and Daisuke…Daisuke.
He didn’t say anything at first, after all, they’d only just gotten to the stage where they could refer to each other as more than eminent rivals. But years flickered by, and Daisuke became less and less reluctant to say something when the blond reached for his back pocket.
“It’ll kill you, y’know? They’ll call me to the hospital one day to identify the body, and all I’ll see are tar filled lungs or…I dunno, death.”
Takeru rolled his eyes, “What else would you see? But seriously, Dais, something’s gonna kill me.”
“Yea, but I’d rather it weren’t lung cancer.”
The blond shrugged, putting out the cigarette on the glass ashtray.
“It’s a poison, Takeru.”
“Isn’t everything nowdays?”
028 - Touch Me!
The first time they got drunk together, they’d fought and argued and really, nothing had been that different. Taichi had later commented that it had almost been amusing how much they loathed each other, he’d half expected one of them to be dead by the end of the night.
It started a trend, whenever they drank together, they’d argue as if nothing had changed, or, in this case, been consumed.
Only one night, everything did change. They were 16, and had gone to Mimi’s hotel room to say hi, since she was vacationing in Japan. Understandably, alcohol had been involved.
By three, everyone had been passed out, sprawled on the floor. Well, everyone except Takeru and Daisuke, the latter of which was currently dancing on the table to the Rocky Horror soundtrack. Surprisingly, Daisuke’s voice wasn’t that bad, only it was kinda weird to hear him singing “Touch me” at the top of his lungs.
“D-Daisss.”
“I wanna feel dir-yah?”
“Why have we never made out?”
Daisuke gave him a weird look, staggering off the bed and collapsing on top of Takeru. “Dunno…m-maybe we should hic give it a go.”
They woke up exhausted, with pounding heads and swollen lips and no real recollection of how they got there.
029 - Nasty girl
Hikari didn’t like to cast labels or judgements on people without getting to know them first. She was a firm believer in the age-old philosophy of not judging a book by its cover, or in this case, a girl by her hitched up skirt, obvious g-string and protruding breasts. However, Takeru was sitting next to her with those big watery eyes of his, and was quite honestly, looking downright miserable.
“She’s a total skank, Takeru. Daisuke will see straight through it.”
They were on a ‘break’. Dais and Takeru that is. There’d been some sort of argument, bigger than the usual ones, and they had both left their apartment in a flurry of angry words and clenched fists.
In an attempt to cheer her blond friend up, she’d taken him to one of the open parties, only a few blocks from her house. After much encouragement, she’d dragged him off only to be met with the sight of this skanky girl giving a sloshed Daisuke a lap dance.
“Maybe I should go, Kari.”
“No, don’t. Look, he’s just upset.”
Takeru shrugged, “Maybe, but I don’t particularly want to see this.”
And it was true, because really, she didn’t want to see this much either.
030 - Luv Ya!
It stared back at him, a tiny yellow post-it note. We’re running out of toothpaste.
Fair enough, Takeru thought, shrugging his pale shoulders as he reached for the crumpled tube of Colgate.
Daisuke’s handwriting was less of the artistic print of typical Japanese calligraphy, and more an uneven scrawl of smudged ink. The blond sighed, it had taken him years to figure out how to interpret it. Too bad the boy himself wasn’t currently here, in fact, he’d been gone when Takeru had woken up.
Daisuke had been selected to go play soccer in Tokyo for the week and Takeru had claimed that he’d head down for the game on Saturday, and he would, provided he could remember how to get there.
Shutting the mirror-cabinet in their tiny bathroom, the blond pulled on a crinkled shirt, and headed into the kitchen.
Don’t eat the rice!! I think there’s a fungus growing on it.
Takeru sighed, opening the fragile plastic and giving the old rice a sniff. It was binned in a matter of seconds. He wandered past the lounge, cereal bowl in hand.
Another square of yellow paper had made itself at home on their second-hand television. Tape Powerpuff Girls?
Huffing in resignation, the blond continued his stroll to the computer. Don’t stay on too long, you’ll get square eyes one day!
The day continued in a similar fashion, Takeru noted in ample amusement. Post-it notes covered in Daisuke’s familiar scrawl had themselves stuck on every item of furniture, on every nook and cranny.
It wasn’t until late that night, when Takeru tumbled to bed did he find the final note. I love you. See you in 6 days.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
021 - OMG!
They’re curled up on the sofa, fingers interlaced when Takeru tentatively opens his swollen lips.
“We need to tell them.”
Rolling over onto his back, Daisuke’s liquid chocolate eyes squint, desperate for some excuse, any excuse to avoid stating what should’ve been obvious by now.
“It’s been three months, Dai.” Takeru states, a little more resolutely this time.
And it’s true. They’ve been going out for a long three months now, and their friends, their family are none the wiser. Still pretty damn sure that the pair hate each other’s guts.
Daisuke thinks that’s sorta funny, because sure, they’ve been acting the part, but he personally thinks they’ve been laying it on a little thick.
Takeru climbs onto Daisuke’s chest, pouts and brings out the puppy dog eyes that have never let him down. At Daisuke’s resigned sigh, Takeru knows he’s won.
*
The following day Daisuke finds himself standing under a gigantic weeping willow at the Odaiba Park, Takeru at his side. They’re both very calm about it really, if you ignore the tapping foot, the grinding teeth, and Takeru’s nervous twitch.
“Relax.” The blond states, watching Dais ring his hands.
“Take your own advice.” The latter scoffs back, and to shut him up, Takeru rolls his eyes and pecks him soundly on the lips.
Unfortunately, tensions are high, so a harmless peck quickly gets a little deeper, a little more heated and before they know it they’re making out like Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.
A piercing wail drowns whatever hint of arousal there had been.
They leap off each other and Miyako’s standing over them, red-faced and hands in the air. “OH MY GOD!” She screams, and Takeru’s kinda grateful it was Miyako who found them, at least now they don’t have to worry about telling anyone.
022 - Do you believe this?
Needless to say, Miyako was all kinds of shocked. After she’d finished yelping and fretting and well, freaking out, she’d sprinted in the opposite direction, wondering if gaydom was contagious.
Naturally, she’d collided with a lean form rather quickly.
“Guh.”
“Miyako?”
Ken stood in front of her, concern marring his perfect features.
“Don’t tell me, you’re gay too and having a lurid love affair with Iori.”
He quirked a defined eyebrow, scratching a hand behind his head, “Ah…no.”
“Tai, Yamato?”
“Sorry, no. My interest is solely in women.”
Miyako sighed, running a hand back through her lilac locks. “Did I come off sounding like a retard?”
“Only a little.”
She groaned, “Sorry…it’s just Takeru and Daisuke are, well, screwing apparently, and I didn’t even pick up on it! And they didn’t tell us, I mean, do you believe this?!”
But Ken was only half listening, his eyes off into the distance. Miyako allowed her orbs to follow the path his were setting, straight to the two boys in question, holding hands and whispering frantically.
“Yea…I think I do.” He said, hesitating, before taking her hand in his.
023 - Stupid Thing.
Tai laughs when Daisuke tells him of his worries.
“What are you worrying about something stupid like that for, Dais?”
A part of the younger boy agrees. Another part of him concludes that this is why Sora chose Yamato.
Takeru and him, they’re both boys. That’s the thing really. They go on weird, half-dates followed up by passionate make-out sessions in toilet stalls and storage closets, and as of tomorrow, they’ve been doing that for six months. So what? No fuss, no hassle, that’s what they both agreed on when they started dating in the first place.
Besides, anniversaries? Sounds like an episode of Clueless or Sweet Valley High. Hello, they’re guys. Guys don’t care about that sort of stuff…do they?
For some reason the above statements do nothing to quell him of his worries.
“Daisuke!”
Hikari stumbles into the room, brown hair pulled off her pretty face with the spotty headband Takeru had bought for her three years ago. Tai pulls a face at her, and gets up to grab another drink from the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?”
Daisuke stares at her for a minute, debating whether to just tell her the truth. Realistically speaking, she is a girl, so she probably wouldn’t get the boy-relationship-thing, on the other hand, she’s known Takeru a lot longer than him.
“It’s our six month anniversary tomorrow…Takeru and me.”
Her eyes glisten suspiciously, and suddenly a warning bell goes off in his head. What was he thinking? This was a girl! This is the sort of thing they live for.
“And you were going to Tai? Really Dais…” She states, before clapping her hands together deviously, “So, what do you have planned?”
At his blank look, she sighs in delight. “Well, looks like we’ve got a lot of work to do, huh?”
024 - Just Laughing.
It was just a giggle at first, bubbling at the bottom of his throat. His normally pale face flushed brightly, trying in vain to swallow this simmering emotion.
Daisuke’s face was comical. The red of his hair seemed to leak through his flesh, trailing to the base of his neck as he twittered violently about. “What are you doing?!”
The blond didn’t say a word, the giggle had erupted into something of a chuckle, vibrating through his voice box. At his boyfriend’s quirked eyebrow, the chuckle turned into something deeper, something a little more hearty.
“Just laughing, Dais.”
025 - An Eye for an Eye.
“You and Takeru…you’re always fighting.” Ken asks, one cool day in late July.
Daisuke doesn’t really know what to say to that, so he opts instead to kick the soccer ball he’s holding high into the air.
“How can you call you’re relationship real if you fight so much?”
But that’s not what Ken means, Daisuke knows. How can you say you’re in love with Takeru if all you do is fight?
“We don’t really mean it though,” Dais says, “When we argue. It’s just our way of telling each other something.”
The taller boy doesn’t say a word, merely leans his back against the wire fence.
“It’s why you and I would never have worked out, Ken.” Daisuke doesn’t take his eyes off the soccer ball before him, yet his words don’t falter. “I need to bounce off someone, and so does he really. An eye for an eye and all that…but you and me, Ken, I take an eye, you go, you angst and live the rest of your life one-eye less.”
And really, what can he say to that?
026 - Grrr…
Sex is doubtlessly the most wonderful, passionate, pleasurable, heated and insanely emotional part of any relationship.
Of course, it also has the potential to be ridiculously humiliating. Unfortunately, Takeru learnt this the hard way.
They hadn’t been together very long really, when they found themselves tumbling into bed. Burning fingers clawing at heated flesh, clothes strewn on the floor. He was so intense and full and everything was so alive and…
“What was that?” Daisuke chuckled through invading tongue.
“What?”
The darker boy sat back on his heels, brown eyes lit with something akin to amusement. But Takeru, who was still half-blind with arousal, didn’t quite understand.
“You made a sound.” Daisuke said, poking the blond’s pale belly.
Takeru was immediately defensive, “So? You’ve made your fair share of noises and-“
“No,” Daisuke laughed, nuzzling Takeru’s neck, “You growled.”
027 - Sweetest Poison.
Takeru started smoking when he was 17.
Hikari wasn’t impressed. Everyday she’d stare at him, groan, sigh, mutter. “I don’t like it, Takeru. You’ll smoke yourself to an early grave.”
Honestly though, it wasn’t just her. No, Yamato would glare, Miyako would grimace, Ken would sigh, Iori would stare intently and Daisuke…Daisuke.
He didn’t say anything at first, after all, they’d only just gotten to the stage where they could refer to each other as more than eminent rivals. But years flickered by, and Daisuke became less and less reluctant to say something when the blond reached for his back pocket.
“It’ll kill you, y’know? They’ll call me to the hospital one day to identify the body, and all I’ll see are tar filled lungs or…I dunno, death.”
Takeru rolled his eyes, “What else would you see? But seriously, Dais, something’s gonna kill me.”
“Yea, but I’d rather it weren’t lung cancer.”
The blond shrugged, putting out the cigarette on the glass ashtray.
“It’s a poison, Takeru.”
“Isn’t everything nowdays?”
028 - Touch Me!
The first time they got drunk together, they’d fought and argued and really, nothing had been that different. Taichi had later commented that it had almost been amusing how much they loathed each other, he’d half expected one of them to be dead by the end of the night.
It started a trend, whenever they drank together, they’d argue as if nothing had changed, or, in this case, been consumed.
Only one night, everything did change. They were 16, and had gone to Mimi’s hotel room to say hi, since she was vacationing in Japan. Understandably, alcohol had been involved.
By three, everyone had been passed out, sprawled on the floor. Well, everyone except Takeru and Daisuke, the latter of which was currently dancing on the table to the Rocky Horror soundtrack. Surprisingly, Daisuke’s voice wasn’t that bad, only it was kinda weird to hear him singing “Touch me” at the top of his lungs.
“D-Daisss.”
“I wanna feel dir-yah?”
“Why have we never made out?”
Daisuke gave him a weird look, staggering off the bed and collapsing on top of Takeru. “Dunno…m-maybe we should hic give it a go.”
They woke up exhausted, with pounding heads and swollen lips and no real recollection of how they got there.
029 - Nasty girl
Hikari didn’t like to cast labels or judgements on people without getting to know them first. She was a firm believer in the age-old philosophy of not judging a book by its cover, or in this case, a girl by her hitched up skirt, obvious g-string and protruding breasts. However, Takeru was sitting next to her with those big watery eyes of his, and was quite honestly, looking downright miserable.
“She’s a total skank, Takeru. Daisuke will see straight through it.”
They were on a ‘break’. Dais and Takeru that is. There’d been some sort of argument, bigger than the usual ones, and they had both left their apartment in a flurry of angry words and clenched fists.
In an attempt to cheer her blond friend up, she’d taken him to one of the open parties, only a few blocks from her house. After much encouragement, she’d dragged him off only to be met with the sight of this skanky girl giving a sloshed Daisuke a lap dance.
“Maybe I should go, Kari.”
“No, don’t. Look, he’s just upset.”
Takeru shrugged, “Maybe, but I don’t particularly want to see this.”
And it was true, because really, she didn’t want to see this much either.
030 - Luv Ya!
It stared back at him, a tiny yellow post-it note. We’re running out of toothpaste.
Fair enough, Takeru thought, shrugging his pale shoulders as he reached for the crumpled tube of Colgate.
Daisuke’s handwriting was less of the artistic print of typical Japanese calligraphy, and more an uneven scrawl of smudged ink. The blond sighed, it had taken him years to figure out how to interpret it. Too bad the boy himself wasn’t currently here, in fact, he’d been gone when Takeru had woken up.
Daisuke had been selected to go play soccer in Tokyo for the week and Takeru had claimed that he’d head down for the game on Saturday, and he would, provided he could remember how to get there.
Shutting the mirror-cabinet in their tiny bathroom, the blond pulled on a crinkled shirt, and headed into the kitchen.
Don’t eat the rice!! I think there’s a fungus growing on it.
Takeru sighed, opening the fragile plastic and giving the old rice a sniff. It was binned in a matter of seconds. He wandered past the lounge, cereal bowl in hand.
Another square of yellow paper had made itself at home on their second-hand television. Tape Powerpuff Girls?
Huffing in resignation, the blond continued his stroll to the computer. Don’t stay on too long, you’ll get square eyes one day!
The day continued in a similar fashion, Takeru noted in ample amusement. Post-it notes covered in Daisuke’s familiar scrawl had themselves stuck on every item of furniture, on every nook and cranny.
It wasn’t until late that night, when Takeru tumbled to bed did he find the final note. I love you. See you in 6 days.