Drabbles: Love pt. 4
Title: Love. Drabbles #31-40
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
031 - Heart and Soul
“When you fall in love…” She began, tapping a gnawed nail to her delicate chin, “It really has nothing to do with your heart.”
Daisuke just nodded thoughtfully in response. In all honesty, he had no idea how he’d ended up here, sitting on the clean wooden floorboards of Sora’s new apartment. He’d always been rather fond of Sora, she loved soccer, and was kind and fun and she’d never really treated him like an idiot in the way Miyako and Yamato had. It helped that she was kinda nice to look at too.
Sora had just hit 21, and was striking it out on her own in this dingy little apartment on the outskirts of Odaiba. It was hardly a stylish thing, but it was the best she could afford on her minimum wage salary. He’d been surprised when she’d invited him over, because they’d never really been the best of friends, but he’d agreed and couldn’t say that he wasn’t enjoying her pleasant company.
Somehow they’d gotten talking about crests, about friendship and courage and love.
“Feelings are processed and brought about in your brain…people only say heart because it seems more romantic.” She shrugged, sipping at her tea. “I dunno, hard to talk about something you’ve never really felt.”
“Whadd’ya mean?” Daisuke asked, furrowing his brow. “You know love…Your mum and biyomon and what about Yamato?”
“What about Yamato?” She said, laughing slightly, “I love him, but I don’t think I’ll ever be in love with him. He’s…not my type.”
Dais shrugged, he’d always thought that too, but maybe that was because he’d always been better friends with Taichi.
“Well, your mum and stuff…”
“That’s totally different, Dais. It’s…platonic.”
“What about Taichi?”
Sora flushed slightly, curling her hands around the warmth of the tea cup. “I dunno…what about Takeru?”
“Huh?”
“Can you pin what you feel when your’re with Takeru down to emotions generated in your head.”
Daisuke leaned back into the second-hand sofa, scratching lightly at his sideburns. He could say yes, but really, it didn’t sound right to say that their relationship was based on a series of things felt solely in his head.
“Yeah, I guess, but I don’t think it’s just my head. I mean, I feel when I’m with him. I feel with my heart and my blood and my lungs and my soul and just…everything. I guess that’s what love is…”
“Knowing no bounds.” Sora replied, and he liked the way she didn’t quirk a brow at his speech, that she wasn’t surprised at what he’d said. He liked that she didn’t underestimate people, or put them down. “You want ramen for lunch?”
“Sure.”
032 - What a feeling.
Their first date was exceptionally awkward, as first dates tend to be. It was shy and tense and maybe it was sorta repressed, but the whole night Daisuke fidgeted uncomfortably, and Takeru was flushed and embarrassed and the attempts at conversation were flimsy and pathetic on both counts.
Takeru had kinda asked Daisuke out, only not in that many words. It was all blushes and shaking fingers, and Daisuke’s throat had constricted so hard that he’d hardly been able to respond. So they’d gone out the night after, to some D-grade film festival in a shoddy picture-theatre in the heart of Odaiba.
Neither of them had enjoyed it, although Daisuke still thinks that the film with the man-eating platypus was downright hilarious.
Takeru doesn’t really remember the films, or the food poisoning that followed a plastic bag of questionably coloured popcorn. He remembers how he felt though…how despite the awkwardness and the fidgeting and the not being able to meet each others eyes…he still remembers how right it had felt, and how maybe he wouldn’t mind doing this again.
When they go on dates now, some thirteen years later, they’re few and far between, and neither of them are tense or flushed, rather they spend the first half of their date arguing over where to go, and the second half making out in the back seat of their car.
033 - Bitch!
It wasn’t long after Takeru and Daisuke had first gotten together, that speculation arose throughout the corridors of the school. The answer as to why people had taken note, was varied between who you asked.
“What makes you think that they had a fight?”
“Well…y’know, it was always gonna happen. One of them must’ve snapped and they got into like, a wrestling match or something. Must have respect for each other now, or something…”
“I dunno, maybe. It’s strange though, huh? I mean, they’d always bitch about each other…there was so much animosity!”
(Nods and various murmurs of agreement are heard.) “I know! It’s so bizarre.”
“Hey, maybe they hooked up!”
“What?”
“No way!”
“You’re out of your mind, Tanaka!”
“C’mon, it’s not that far fetched!”
(Eye-rolls) “You gotta be kidding. This ain’t a soap opera, people don’t just do that.”
(Frantic gesturing and a stifled gasp) “Oh. My. God.”
“What’s wrong, Saki?”
“Is that them?”
“Who?”
“Takeru and Daisuke!”
“I dunno.”
“From here it kind of looks like they’re holding hands!”
“You think?”
“Oh my God, I think they are.”
(Murmured words, before numerous cell phones are pulled out of numerous handbags.)
“Sakura, you will never guess what we just saw!”
034 - Show me your Secret
She’d been particularly quiet over dinner that night, only ever speaking so as to request that he pass her the soy sauce.
Natsuko Takaishi had never particularly been a loud woman, something that Takeru had inherited; however she had never been this stoically quiet either. The silence had long since crossed the border of awkwardness, and was now starting to leak into a blatantly and unnecessarily tense atmosphere.
“Mum…”
Her bright blue eyes faced him curiously, fingers clutching tighter at the tiny teacup in her hands.
“…you okay?” Takeru asked, casting her a worrisome glance.
Natsuko sighed, placing her cup back on the table, and leaning back in her small wooden chair. “I’m fine.”
He nodded, not convinced, but continued fiddling with his chopsticks over the bowl of steamed rice.
The tense atmosphere hadn’t taken the hint, rather it kept growing at an uneasy pace, before Natsuko sighed again, loud, clear and frustrated.
“Takeru, I…I thought you’d have told me by now.”
He looked up from his chopsticks, startled. “Told you what?”
She sighed again, fiddling with the collar of her shirt, “I wasn’t intending to say anything, I wasn’t planning too, but I thought you’d have told me by now. I am getting tired, Takeru, of having to play ignorance.”
Takeru gave her a peculiar stare, waiting for her to continue.
The woman groaned, “Daisuke is a nice boy, Takeru.”
His jaw dropped, and he stumbled over words and phrases that maybe would sound better to her than they did to him. “N-no, it’s not - of course not, and - but, it’s -“
“Daisuke is a nice boy, Takeru.” She repeated, a small grin playing at her lips.
And he resigned himself to his fate, nodding awkwardly, “Yea, he is.”
035 - Your Lips…
The first time they kissed, Daisuke’s lips were chapped.
Cracked from the wind, Takeru had noted, tender flesh split into open, little wounds.
Daisuke was sweaty, brown hair drooping and sticking unpleasantly to his forehead. His hands were sweaty too, Takeru thought, as he felt clammy fingers grasping at the exposed flesh between his jeans and his shirt.
It wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined his first kiss, no fireworks, no sparkles, no twittering birds or singing frogs.
Instead, it was rather awkward…cracked and sweaty. Three words that summed up Daisuke quite nicely.
036 - Sexual Healing
Neither of them had been virgins when they’d started dating.
Daisuke had had sex numerous times, mostly with people whose names he’d never remember. One night stands in unfamiliar joints, sleazy hotel suites, broom closets. It was all the same. Just sex.
He’d only ever meant it with two people, and one of those had been Takeru…the other a boy named Ran, and maybe he hadn’t meant it per se, it was more the fact he’d actually gotten his name.
Takeru had ‘done it’ twice before Daisuke and quite frankly, neither had been that mind blowing…or any kinda blowing for that matter.
He’d never told Daisuke that his first had been Hikari, for some odd reason or another that was still a sore spot between them. Sex with Hikari had been surprisingly awkward, and instead of dramatic flares of passion, it was more self-conscious flushes, and murmured, “Does this-“ “Yea” “Ah…” It was hardly an experience Takeru looked back on with fondness.
His second time had been with a boy that Takeru never actually got the name of, and took place in the dark storeroom of an abandoned outlet store, but really, that’s another story all together.
So when they’d first had sex together, it had been strange and peculiar, but so bizarrely passionate in a way that neither of them had really felt before. It was sex with attachment, with affection, with lust, and now, after but a few months, neither could imagine it any other way.
037 - Home Sweet Home
“Well, here we are.” Daisuke stated, forcing the lonely little key into the lock. Takeru nodded in anticipation, allowing his partner to fling open the door to the tiny, little flat.
So here they were, 22 years old, young, in love and having just bought their first apartment together. It had taken much persuasion, many preparations and for Takeru, many puppy-dog pouts to get them here, but it was gonna be worth it…Takeru hoped.
The flat was cheap and small and not incredibly clean. It was bare, no furniture in sight, not even their boxes of belongings would get here till the following morning.
Daisuke wandered in, cartons of Chinese food in either hand. “Well…it’s a roof.” He said, flashing a quick grin at Takeru. And it was true, it had a roof and walls, floor and a few sinks.
Takeru meandered in, sat heavily onto the wooden floors of what would be the living room. “It’s not home yet.”
The darker boy smiled again, white teeth sparkling, “It will be.”
038 - Sick and Tired
Living on one’s own, Daisuke contemplated, wasn’t half as much fun as he’d first imagined.
Sure, parts were still good…like being able to screw around with Takeru without the constant threat of intruding family members was quite nice…the lack of bitchy sisters had it’s upside too.
It’s just, well, Daisuke found that there was so much work nvolved. Between balancing two jobs (he worked at a ramen place, and a CD store) and only arriving home in time to kiss Takeru on the cheek as he headed out the door to his own job or college or whatever, it all sorta sucked.
The money didn’t go far either, it hadn’t taken long for daydreams of luxury vacations and penthouse apartments to fly out the window. There was rent and bills and fees and things that just seemed so pointless and when it came right down to it, Dais really had no idea.
He was doing so many more chores as well, he had to cook and clean (badly, but he tried), he had to tidy and pay bills and everything was just such a drag.
He could go on about it all day too, he’d tried a few times, but everyone on the other end of the conversation had either left or found some way to shut him up. Miyako had talked about it with him one day, started babbling about a root problem and all this psycho-bullshit.
They found it though, the root problem and all, because Miyako had pushed and bitched and nagged and really, he hardly saw Takeru anymore, and maybe he was worried, and -
- It just wasn’t what he’d expected…that’s all.
039 - See me
Daisuke’s first infatuation was hardly a secret. Hikari had catwalked her way into his life, pure and beautiful and simply angelic. She was light, before Daisuke even learned of the digital world.
He wasn’t the only person who thought this, at 11 years of age, most guys (and a few girls) saw Hikari as the epitome of, well, everything. Of wholesomeness, of innocence, of femininity.
Maybe that’s why, despite all the unabashed affections, his untameable jealousy, she never batted a lash at him.
Not once did she so much as glance those big red ruby eyes his way.
And despite their adventures, their escapades, despite him saving the virtue of two worlds…despite it all, she never saw him as anything more than the token fool.
040 - I’m so small…
The worst part of adolescence, Hikari is sure, is that the male side of it differs very greatly from the female side of it. More specifically, the growth rates are different. Whilst boys are emotionally slower, physically, they shoot right up. This probably doesn’t concern most people, but it definitely impacts her, seeing as most of the important people in her life are male.
She hasn’t told anyone her thoughts on the matter, people will think she’s being petty, but it really isn’t as silly as people think. You see, it just happened so quickly. She just came to school after the holidays, and unexpectedly, Takeru and Daisuke towered over her, huge and tall and proud.
Suddenly she had to look up at them, well, not that she’d ever really looked down on them, it was just…different.
They got along better too, Takeru and Daisuke that is, swapped fleeting smiles over her head, gentle looks, cherry-red flushes. She was smaller, out of the line of fire. The boys, her boys, were so friendly, too friendly…they didn’t need her anymore.
By the time they were 17, Hikari’s shoulder was level with Takeru’s lean chest, a number of inches below Daisuke’s strong shoulders.
She was so small now, and they were just so big. They towered over her, a million miles ahead, with their private jokes, their private looks…all that stuff restricted to couples, to duos, to pairs, and suddenly, she felt so left behind.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
031 - Heart and Soul
“When you fall in love…” She began, tapping a gnawed nail to her delicate chin, “It really has nothing to do with your heart.”
Daisuke just nodded thoughtfully in response. In all honesty, he had no idea how he’d ended up here, sitting on the clean wooden floorboards of Sora’s new apartment. He’d always been rather fond of Sora, she loved soccer, and was kind and fun and she’d never really treated him like an idiot in the way Miyako and Yamato had. It helped that she was kinda nice to look at too.
Sora had just hit 21, and was striking it out on her own in this dingy little apartment on the outskirts of Odaiba. It was hardly a stylish thing, but it was the best she could afford on her minimum wage salary. He’d been surprised when she’d invited him over, because they’d never really been the best of friends, but he’d agreed and couldn’t say that he wasn’t enjoying her pleasant company.
Somehow they’d gotten talking about crests, about friendship and courage and love.
“Feelings are processed and brought about in your brain…people only say heart because it seems more romantic.” She shrugged, sipping at her tea. “I dunno, hard to talk about something you’ve never really felt.”
“Whadd’ya mean?” Daisuke asked, furrowing his brow. “You know love…Your mum and biyomon and what about Yamato?”
“What about Yamato?” She said, laughing slightly, “I love him, but I don’t think I’ll ever be in love with him. He’s…not my type.”
Dais shrugged, he’d always thought that too, but maybe that was because he’d always been better friends with Taichi.
“Well, your mum and stuff…”
“That’s totally different, Dais. It’s…platonic.”
“What about Taichi?”
Sora flushed slightly, curling her hands around the warmth of the tea cup. “I dunno…what about Takeru?”
“Huh?”
“Can you pin what you feel when your’re with Takeru down to emotions generated in your head.”
Daisuke leaned back into the second-hand sofa, scratching lightly at his sideburns. He could say yes, but really, it didn’t sound right to say that their relationship was based on a series of things felt solely in his head.
“Yeah, I guess, but I don’t think it’s just my head. I mean, I feel when I’m with him. I feel with my heart and my blood and my lungs and my soul and just…everything. I guess that’s what love is…”
“Knowing no bounds.” Sora replied, and he liked the way she didn’t quirk a brow at his speech, that she wasn’t surprised at what he’d said. He liked that she didn’t underestimate people, or put them down. “You want ramen for lunch?”
“Sure.”
032 - What a feeling.
Their first date was exceptionally awkward, as first dates tend to be. It was shy and tense and maybe it was sorta repressed, but the whole night Daisuke fidgeted uncomfortably, and Takeru was flushed and embarrassed and the attempts at conversation were flimsy and pathetic on both counts.
Takeru had kinda asked Daisuke out, only not in that many words. It was all blushes and shaking fingers, and Daisuke’s throat had constricted so hard that he’d hardly been able to respond. So they’d gone out the night after, to some D-grade film festival in a shoddy picture-theatre in the heart of Odaiba.
Neither of them had enjoyed it, although Daisuke still thinks that the film with the man-eating platypus was downright hilarious.
Takeru doesn’t really remember the films, or the food poisoning that followed a plastic bag of questionably coloured popcorn. He remembers how he felt though…how despite the awkwardness and the fidgeting and the not being able to meet each others eyes…he still remembers how right it had felt, and how maybe he wouldn’t mind doing this again.
When they go on dates now, some thirteen years later, they’re few and far between, and neither of them are tense or flushed, rather they spend the first half of their date arguing over where to go, and the second half making out in the back seat of their car.
033 - Bitch!
It wasn’t long after Takeru and Daisuke had first gotten together, that speculation arose throughout the corridors of the school. The answer as to why people had taken note, was varied between who you asked.
“What makes you think that they had a fight?”
“Well…y’know, it was always gonna happen. One of them must’ve snapped and they got into like, a wrestling match or something. Must have respect for each other now, or something…”
“I dunno, maybe. It’s strange though, huh? I mean, they’d always bitch about each other…there was so much animosity!”
(Nods and various murmurs of agreement are heard.) “I know! It’s so bizarre.”
“Hey, maybe they hooked up!”
“What?”
“No way!”
“You’re out of your mind, Tanaka!”
“C’mon, it’s not that far fetched!”
(Eye-rolls) “You gotta be kidding. This ain’t a soap opera, people don’t just do that.”
(Frantic gesturing and a stifled gasp) “Oh. My. God.”
“What’s wrong, Saki?”
“Is that them?”
“Who?”
“Takeru and Daisuke!”
“I dunno.”
“From here it kind of looks like they’re holding hands!”
“You think?”
“Oh my God, I think they are.”
(Murmured words, before numerous cell phones are pulled out of numerous handbags.)
“Sakura, you will never guess what we just saw!”
034 - Show me your Secret
She’d been particularly quiet over dinner that night, only ever speaking so as to request that he pass her the soy sauce.
Natsuko Takaishi had never particularly been a loud woman, something that Takeru had inherited; however she had never been this stoically quiet either. The silence had long since crossed the border of awkwardness, and was now starting to leak into a blatantly and unnecessarily tense atmosphere.
“Mum…”
Her bright blue eyes faced him curiously, fingers clutching tighter at the tiny teacup in her hands.
“…you okay?” Takeru asked, casting her a worrisome glance.
Natsuko sighed, placing her cup back on the table, and leaning back in her small wooden chair. “I’m fine.”
He nodded, not convinced, but continued fiddling with his chopsticks over the bowl of steamed rice.
The tense atmosphere hadn’t taken the hint, rather it kept growing at an uneasy pace, before Natsuko sighed again, loud, clear and frustrated.
“Takeru, I…I thought you’d have told me by now.”
He looked up from his chopsticks, startled. “Told you what?”
She sighed again, fiddling with the collar of her shirt, “I wasn’t intending to say anything, I wasn’t planning too, but I thought you’d have told me by now. I am getting tired, Takeru, of having to play ignorance.”
Takeru gave her a peculiar stare, waiting for her to continue.
The woman groaned, “Daisuke is a nice boy, Takeru.”
His jaw dropped, and he stumbled over words and phrases that maybe would sound better to her than they did to him. “N-no, it’s not - of course not, and - but, it’s -“
“Daisuke is a nice boy, Takeru.” She repeated, a small grin playing at her lips.
And he resigned himself to his fate, nodding awkwardly, “Yea, he is.”
035 - Your Lips…
The first time they kissed, Daisuke’s lips were chapped.
Cracked from the wind, Takeru had noted, tender flesh split into open, little wounds.
Daisuke was sweaty, brown hair drooping and sticking unpleasantly to his forehead. His hands were sweaty too, Takeru thought, as he felt clammy fingers grasping at the exposed flesh between his jeans and his shirt.
It wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined his first kiss, no fireworks, no sparkles, no twittering birds or singing frogs.
Instead, it was rather awkward…cracked and sweaty. Three words that summed up Daisuke quite nicely.
036 - Sexual Healing
Neither of them had been virgins when they’d started dating.
Daisuke had had sex numerous times, mostly with people whose names he’d never remember. One night stands in unfamiliar joints, sleazy hotel suites, broom closets. It was all the same. Just sex.
He’d only ever meant it with two people, and one of those had been Takeru…the other a boy named Ran, and maybe he hadn’t meant it per se, it was more the fact he’d actually gotten his name.
Takeru had ‘done it’ twice before Daisuke and quite frankly, neither had been that mind blowing…or any kinda blowing for that matter.
He’d never told Daisuke that his first had been Hikari, for some odd reason or another that was still a sore spot between them. Sex with Hikari had been surprisingly awkward, and instead of dramatic flares of passion, it was more self-conscious flushes, and murmured, “Does this-“ “Yea” “Ah…” It was hardly an experience Takeru looked back on with fondness.
His second time had been with a boy that Takeru never actually got the name of, and took place in the dark storeroom of an abandoned outlet store, but really, that’s another story all together.
So when they’d first had sex together, it had been strange and peculiar, but so bizarrely passionate in a way that neither of them had really felt before. It was sex with attachment, with affection, with lust, and now, after but a few months, neither could imagine it any other way.
037 - Home Sweet Home
“Well, here we are.” Daisuke stated, forcing the lonely little key into the lock. Takeru nodded in anticipation, allowing his partner to fling open the door to the tiny, little flat.
So here they were, 22 years old, young, in love and having just bought their first apartment together. It had taken much persuasion, many preparations and for Takeru, many puppy-dog pouts to get them here, but it was gonna be worth it…Takeru hoped.
The flat was cheap and small and not incredibly clean. It was bare, no furniture in sight, not even their boxes of belongings would get here till the following morning.
Daisuke wandered in, cartons of Chinese food in either hand. “Well…it’s a roof.” He said, flashing a quick grin at Takeru. And it was true, it had a roof and walls, floor and a few sinks.
Takeru meandered in, sat heavily onto the wooden floors of what would be the living room. “It’s not home yet.”
The darker boy smiled again, white teeth sparkling, “It will be.”
038 - Sick and Tired
Living on one’s own, Daisuke contemplated, wasn’t half as much fun as he’d first imagined.
Sure, parts were still good…like being able to screw around with Takeru without the constant threat of intruding family members was quite nice…the lack of bitchy sisters had it’s upside too.
It’s just, well, Daisuke found that there was so much work nvolved. Between balancing two jobs (he worked at a ramen place, and a CD store) and only arriving home in time to kiss Takeru on the cheek as he headed out the door to his own job or college or whatever, it all sorta sucked.
The money didn’t go far either, it hadn’t taken long for daydreams of luxury vacations and penthouse apartments to fly out the window. There was rent and bills and fees and things that just seemed so pointless and when it came right down to it, Dais really had no idea.
He was doing so many more chores as well, he had to cook and clean (badly, but he tried), he had to tidy and pay bills and everything was just such a drag.
He could go on about it all day too, he’d tried a few times, but everyone on the other end of the conversation had either left or found some way to shut him up. Miyako had talked about it with him one day, started babbling about a root problem and all this psycho-bullshit.
They found it though, the root problem and all, because Miyako had pushed and bitched and nagged and really, he hardly saw Takeru anymore, and maybe he was worried, and -
- It just wasn’t what he’d expected…that’s all.
039 - See me
Daisuke’s first infatuation was hardly a secret. Hikari had catwalked her way into his life, pure and beautiful and simply angelic. She was light, before Daisuke even learned of the digital world.
He wasn’t the only person who thought this, at 11 years of age, most guys (and a few girls) saw Hikari as the epitome of, well, everything. Of wholesomeness, of innocence, of femininity.
Maybe that’s why, despite all the unabashed affections, his untameable jealousy, she never batted a lash at him.
Not once did she so much as glance those big red ruby eyes his way.
And despite their adventures, their escapades, despite him saving the virtue of two worlds…despite it all, she never saw him as anything more than the token fool.
040 - I’m so small…
The worst part of adolescence, Hikari is sure, is that the male side of it differs very greatly from the female side of it. More specifically, the growth rates are different. Whilst boys are emotionally slower, physically, they shoot right up. This probably doesn’t concern most people, but it definitely impacts her, seeing as most of the important people in her life are male.
She hasn’t told anyone her thoughts on the matter, people will think she’s being petty, but it really isn’t as silly as people think. You see, it just happened so quickly. She just came to school after the holidays, and unexpectedly, Takeru and Daisuke towered over her, huge and tall and proud.
Suddenly she had to look up at them, well, not that she’d ever really looked down on them, it was just…different.
They got along better too, Takeru and Daisuke that is, swapped fleeting smiles over her head, gentle looks, cherry-red flushes. She was smaller, out of the line of fire. The boys, her boys, were so friendly, too friendly…they didn’t need her anymore.
By the time they were 17, Hikari’s shoulder was level with Takeru’s lean chest, a number of inches below Daisuke’s strong shoulders.
She was so small now, and they were just so big. They towered over her, a million miles ahead, with their private jokes, their private looks…all that stuff restricted to couples, to duos, to pairs, and suddenly, she felt so left behind.