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Title: Love. Drabbles #41-50
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
041 - When the world ends…
Their adventures in the digital world ended almost as abruptly as they had begun. It was quite plain and simple, Koushirou had stated, the portal simply didn’t work anymore.
They couldn’t get through, no matter how hard they tampered and dwelled and begged. No matter how much they prayed and cried and hoped.
It was over. That whole adventure, that whole massive everything that had given their lives a purpose in the first place, was finished, gone, just like that.
Daisuke threw his bags on their little sofa, watching Takeru fiddle with his D3, with his laptop, with his hope.
“No luck?”
Takeru shook his head, tossing the device onto the desk before him. “Nothing.”
Daisuke sighed, unsurprising really. “Do you…do you think we’ll ever be able to, y’know, go back?”
The blond didn’t answer straight away, opting instead to stare at his long, pale fingers. “I dunno. Adults have never really been allowed to go, well, except Genai…we’re 22 now…”
“It’s the end of the world as we know it, eh?” Daisuke joked, that familiar twinge of sadness in his voice.
042 - Chicks.
There was just something about that effeminate curve, those delicate lashes, those fragile bones, the gradually swelling breasts…just something about it.
Rosy cheeks, voluptuous lips, highlighted eyelids, painted lashes, faces piled layer-upon-layer with powders and creams. Make-up so thick that he’d be damned if he could recognise them without it.
Short skirts, tank tops, g-strings, bras, boots, gloves, socks, kimonos.
Smooth flesh, subtle curves, blushes, giggles, battered eyelashes.
Just something about it…
Something about the whole goddamn pretty, curvy, painted, giggling package that did nothing for him.
043 - Step-by-Step
They’ve been dating for three months now, and Takeru’s sitting on the sofa in Daisuke’s house wondering when the hell it’s gonna be over.
“So,” the red head says, grin stretching from ear-to-ear, “We have, DOOM, Cowboy Bebop ooorrrr…” He reaches into the pile of DVD’s at his feet, “Ghost in the Shell.”
“Don’t mind either way.” Takeru says, brushing the golden fringe from his eyes.
Daisuke’s face drops, eyebrows fall to a world of discontent, “Well, we don’t have to watch a movie, we could go out…to the cinema or something.”
Takeru laughs aloud, casting his boyfriend (three months now), a peculiar look. “A movie either way…I don’t mind, Dais.”
So they head out, Daisuke tosses him his coat, pulls on a beanie and they’re out the door, and into the street. The cinema’s not far.
They’ve been dating for three months, and even here, on this kinda-date, Takeru’s wondering when this is going to end.
When it comes right down to it, they fight an awful lot; tossing nasty comments at each other…it’s a second nature. They make out, and they have sex and they grope and they have fist fights, but they never hold hands, they never caress, never hug or swap comforting words.
It’s all harsh and rigid and wrong.
Takeru wonders how much longer that they can put up with this.
They see some shitty American-film, dubbed badly over into Japanese. The special effects are terrible, and Takeru doesn’t really understand how people find Tom Cruise attractive.
They make-out during the climax, all the way through the credits.
The curtains pull in to a slow close, and the pair of them exit the cinema in an eerie synchronisation, and Takeru is still wondering how long this is gonna last.
Walking down the street, mere inches apart, but Takeru likens it more to miles…bombs could go off between them. Only, something happened, something broke this mutual understanding that Takeru had thought fairly obvious…
Daisuke had reached out, clasped his hand in his own, and they were…
They were holding hands. In the middle of Odaiba…in the middle of the street.
Maybe Takeru thought, maybe this wouldn’t be over as soon as he’d first thought.
044 - Rainy Day
Takeru wakes up one blissfully warm morning to the sound of heaven’s tears hitting sharply on glass windows.
Beside him, Daisuke stirs, moans, stretches. His tanned arms reach for the ceiling and he lets loose a broad grin.
“Raining?”
Takeru nods, the rain growing ever-heavier, more forceful, more urgent.
“You have work in an hour.” He says, watching in amusement as Daisuke performs an exaggerated flinch.
“Ugh.” The red-head pulls his fingers across his eyes, drags coarse fingertips down smooth skin. “Pull a sicky?”
Takeru sort of laughs, and maybe agrees (not that he’ll admit it), and resignedly accepts as Daisuke pulls him back down onto the feather mattress.
Alas for dreary, rainy days.
045 - Cloudy Days
If rainy days are Daisuke’s favourite…if sunny days make a close second, it seems only natural that cloudy days should be his least favourite.
He doesn’t like rolling clouds all that much, doesn’t like the colour grey.
He doesn’t like the way that each cloudy day can be associated with a bad memory. The day he started school, the day Hikari turned him down, the day the digi portal closed off, day he had his injury…
The day he and Takeru had that fight.
He doesn’t like cloudy days.
046 - Sun is Shining…
“Do you know what?” Daisuke asks, ice-cream cone clasped in his dark fingers.
It’s one of the few days that they both have off work, and neither had really been willing to waste it. Today was for them, Daisuke had decided, screw everyone else. Or not, he had added quite quickly, seeing Takeru’s quirked brow.
“What?” Takeru says, quite contently absorbing the sun into his pale flesh. He couldn’t get enough of days like these.
Daisuke casts him a blank look, taking another lick of his ice-cream. “I dunno…we were just…silence, y’know?”
He hated silence. Takeru loved it.
047 - Ouch!
Takeru raced up the stairs, heart pounding at such an agonising rate. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t…couldn’t do anything but throw himself up staircase after staircase and pray to whatever God was listening that everything would be fine.
He’d had a call at work, some calm, nameless voice, Daisuke was at the Odaiba hospital. Injured at soccer training.
Daisuke was in knee surgery, and Takeru thought maybe his heart was breaking.
Crack went Daisuke’s knee.
Crack went Takeru’s heart.
048 - Take This!
Their six-month anniversary wasn’t anything special, something that could be tied to the fact that they both completely forgot.
So, when they hit seven months, both agreed to make this one a night to remember, twice as…special (not romantic necessarily, because come on, their teenage boys and romance is so chick flick.)
Takeru rapped awkwardly against the large wooden door of the Motomiya apartment, taking a quick step back as it is flung open by Jun.
“He’s in his room.” She states with a huff, slightly put off that Yamato didn’t drop him off today.
Sidestepping his…friend’s? boyfriend’s? partner’s? sister, he automatically makes the short trip to Daisuke’s bedroom.
The door’s flung open again, this time to reveal a different red-faced Motomiya.
“Here.” Daisuke sort of yells, thrusting a poorly wrapped parcel into Takeru’s pale fingers.
Following the other boy’s lead, Takeru digs a hand into his messenger bag, pulling out a neat little box. “For you.” He states, maybe kinda flushing as he looks down at the gift in his own fingers. This is the first time they’ve done anything like this.
Needless to say, it’s a matter of minutes before both boys are pressed against various surfaces, a night of self-conscious passion before them. This wasn’t love, Takeru thought…
Not yet.
049 - Creamy
Daisuke takes his coffee white, seven sugars and a huge spoonful of cream in the middle.
Takeru is quite sure that he could make a hundred suggestive jokes out of this, some subtle, some…less subtle. But really, he’s sure, this would be heinously out of character.
The redhead has a cream moustache, cream cheeks, cream dribbling from his lips to his chin. Takeru holds his tongue though, and Daisuke wonders how long it’ll take him to crack.
050 - Sugar and Spice
Hikari’s all sweetness.
Pure and innocent, wide-eyed, pink and fluffy. Naïve.
She’s sugar, plain and simple.
Daisuke’s not all sweetness.
He’s bitter and jealous and arrogant and so hopelessly, hopelessly loyal.
He’s got attitude to spare.
Spice.
Takeru made his decision a long time ago.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
041 - When the world ends…
Their adventures in the digital world ended almost as abruptly as they had begun. It was quite plain and simple, Koushirou had stated, the portal simply didn’t work anymore.
They couldn’t get through, no matter how hard they tampered and dwelled and begged. No matter how much they prayed and cried and hoped.
It was over. That whole adventure, that whole massive everything that had given their lives a purpose in the first place, was finished, gone, just like that.
Daisuke threw his bags on their little sofa, watching Takeru fiddle with his D3, with his laptop, with his hope.
“No luck?”
Takeru shook his head, tossing the device onto the desk before him. “Nothing.”
Daisuke sighed, unsurprising really. “Do you…do you think we’ll ever be able to, y’know, go back?”
The blond didn’t answer straight away, opting instead to stare at his long, pale fingers. “I dunno. Adults have never really been allowed to go, well, except Genai…we’re 22 now…”
“It’s the end of the world as we know it, eh?” Daisuke joked, that familiar twinge of sadness in his voice.
042 - Chicks.
There was just something about that effeminate curve, those delicate lashes, those fragile bones, the gradually swelling breasts…just something about it.
Rosy cheeks, voluptuous lips, highlighted eyelids, painted lashes, faces piled layer-upon-layer with powders and creams. Make-up so thick that he’d be damned if he could recognise them without it.
Short skirts, tank tops, g-strings, bras, boots, gloves, socks, kimonos.
Smooth flesh, subtle curves, blushes, giggles, battered eyelashes.
Just something about it…
Something about the whole goddamn pretty, curvy, painted, giggling package that did nothing for him.
043 - Step-by-Step
They’ve been dating for three months now, and Takeru’s sitting on the sofa in Daisuke’s house wondering when the hell it’s gonna be over.
“So,” the red head says, grin stretching from ear-to-ear, “We have, DOOM, Cowboy Bebop ooorrrr…” He reaches into the pile of DVD’s at his feet, “Ghost in the Shell.”
“Don’t mind either way.” Takeru says, brushing the golden fringe from his eyes.
Daisuke’s face drops, eyebrows fall to a world of discontent, “Well, we don’t have to watch a movie, we could go out…to the cinema or something.”
Takeru laughs aloud, casting his boyfriend (three months now), a peculiar look. “A movie either way…I don’t mind, Dais.”
So they head out, Daisuke tosses him his coat, pulls on a beanie and they’re out the door, and into the street. The cinema’s not far.
They’ve been dating for three months, and even here, on this kinda-date, Takeru’s wondering when this is going to end.
When it comes right down to it, they fight an awful lot; tossing nasty comments at each other…it’s a second nature. They make out, and they have sex and they grope and they have fist fights, but they never hold hands, they never caress, never hug or swap comforting words.
It’s all harsh and rigid and wrong.
Takeru wonders how much longer that they can put up with this.
They see some shitty American-film, dubbed badly over into Japanese. The special effects are terrible, and Takeru doesn’t really understand how people find Tom Cruise attractive.
They make-out during the climax, all the way through the credits.
The curtains pull in to a slow close, and the pair of them exit the cinema in an eerie synchronisation, and Takeru is still wondering how long this is gonna last.
Walking down the street, mere inches apart, but Takeru likens it more to miles…bombs could go off between them. Only, something happened, something broke this mutual understanding that Takeru had thought fairly obvious…
Daisuke had reached out, clasped his hand in his own, and they were…
They were holding hands. In the middle of Odaiba…in the middle of the street.
Maybe Takeru thought, maybe this wouldn’t be over as soon as he’d first thought.
044 - Rainy Day
Takeru wakes up one blissfully warm morning to the sound of heaven’s tears hitting sharply on glass windows.
Beside him, Daisuke stirs, moans, stretches. His tanned arms reach for the ceiling and he lets loose a broad grin.
“Raining?”
Takeru nods, the rain growing ever-heavier, more forceful, more urgent.
“You have work in an hour.” He says, watching in amusement as Daisuke performs an exaggerated flinch.
“Ugh.” The red-head pulls his fingers across his eyes, drags coarse fingertips down smooth skin. “Pull a sicky?”
Takeru sort of laughs, and maybe agrees (not that he’ll admit it), and resignedly accepts as Daisuke pulls him back down onto the feather mattress.
Alas for dreary, rainy days.
045 - Cloudy Days
If rainy days are Daisuke’s favourite…if sunny days make a close second, it seems only natural that cloudy days should be his least favourite.
He doesn’t like rolling clouds all that much, doesn’t like the colour grey.
He doesn’t like the way that each cloudy day can be associated with a bad memory. The day he started school, the day Hikari turned him down, the day the digi portal closed off, day he had his injury…
The day he and Takeru had that fight.
He doesn’t like cloudy days.
046 - Sun is Shining…
“Do you know what?” Daisuke asks, ice-cream cone clasped in his dark fingers.
It’s one of the few days that they both have off work, and neither had really been willing to waste it. Today was for them, Daisuke had decided, screw everyone else. Or not, he had added quite quickly, seeing Takeru’s quirked brow.
“What?” Takeru says, quite contently absorbing the sun into his pale flesh. He couldn’t get enough of days like these.
Daisuke casts him a blank look, taking another lick of his ice-cream. “I dunno…we were just…silence, y’know?”
He hated silence. Takeru loved it.
047 - Ouch!
Takeru raced up the stairs, heart pounding at such an agonising rate. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t…couldn’t do anything but throw himself up staircase after staircase and pray to whatever God was listening that everything would be fine.
He’d had a call at work, some calm, nameless voice, Daisuke was at the Odaiba hospital. Injured at soccer training.
Daisuke was in knee surgery, and Takeru thought maybe his heart was breaking.
Crack went Daisuke’s knee.
Crack went Takeru’s heart.
048 - Take This!
Their six-month anniversary wasn’t anything special, something that could be tied to the fact that they both completely forgot.
So, when they hit seven months, both agreed to make this one a night to remember, twice as…special (not romantic necessarily, because come on, their teenage boys and romance is so chick flick.)
Takeru rapped awkwardly against the large wooden door of the Motomiya apartment, taking a quick step back as it is flung open by Jun.
“He’s in his room.” She states with a huff, slightly put off that Yamato didn’t drop him off today.
Sidestepping his…friend’s? boyfriend’s? partner’s? sister, he automatically makes the short trip to Daisuke’s bedroom.
The door’s flung open again, this time to reveal a different red-faced Motomiya.
“Here.” Daisuke sort of yells, thrusting a poorly wrapped parcel into Takeru’s pale fingers.
Following the other boy’s lead, Takeru digs a hand into his messenger bag, pulling out a neat little box. “For you.” He states, maybe kinda flushing as he looks down at the gift in his own fingers. This is the first time they’ve done anything like this.
Needless to say, it’s a matter of minutes before both boys are pressed against various surfaces, a night of self-conscious passion before them. This wasn’t love, Takeru thought…
Not yet.
049 - Creamy
Daisuke takes his coffee white, seven sugars and a huge spoonful of cream in the middle.
Takeru is quite sure that he could make a hundred suggestive jokes out of this, some subtle, some…less subtle. But really, he’s sure, this would be heinously out of character.
The redhead has a cream moustache, cream cheeks, cream dribbling from his lips to his chin. Takeru holds his tongue though, and Daisuke wonders how long it’ll take him to crack.
050 - Sugar and Spice
Hikari’s all sweetness.
Pure and innocent, wide-eyed, pink and fluffy. Naïve.
She’s sugar, plain and simple.
Daisuke’s not all sweetness.
He’s bitter and jealous and arrogant and so hopelessly, hopelessly loyal.
He’s got attitude to spare.
Spice.
Takeru made his decision a long time ago.