Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Day With the Guys ❯ Ice Cream Confessions ( Chapter 2 )

Ice Cream Confessions

"Davish, can we have the ice cream now?" A small voice asked.

"Demiveemon, I told you, we have to wait until we get to the soccer field. Besides, you can't really eat it from inside of my backpack can you?"

"Well," Demiveeon hesitated, "You never know until you try." He replied enthusiastically.

Davis sweatdropped. "Ken, how far is the soccer field?"

Davis and Ken had just finished buying ice cream from a vender close to Ken's apartment and had been heading to the soccer field at his school to eat it and practice. The ordeal had taken longer than usual, due to Davis and Demiveemon's indecisions on their ice cream.

"It's not far. Of course we would have been there sooner if you hadn't taken so long choosing what flavor of ice cream you wanted." Ken replied.

Davis shrugged, or at least tried to. "There were just so many great choices. Anyway," he said teasingly, " We can't all be like the dull Ken Ichijouji, with his boring vanilla."

Minomon looked up from the crook of Ken's arm. "Ken isn't dull! And I don't think vanilla is boring. I think it's good." He said defending Ken.

Ken looked down at his partner. "Relax Minomon Davis was only joking. And if he continues to eat enough "Double Decker Chocolate Syrup Sprinkled Cones," he won't have to worry about beating me at soccer; he'll have more than enough trouble trying to stand up."

"Hey!" Davis said sounding slightly offended.

They continued walking until the large figure of Tamachi Elementary School came into view. The school was large and it seemed even larger to Ken without the masses of students. For a moment both boys stared at it. Davis in interest and Ken with annoyance.

This building had been the sight of several of his academic achievements and awards. Now it just seemed like any old building. The students there had always been beneath him, but now many of them were dwarfing him entirely. The whole situation seemed so ironic.

"Ken?" Davis was speaking to him.

"The soccer field is behind the school. Follow me." He replied abruptly and began walking.

Davis stared at him for a moment and wondered if coming here had been such a good idea. Then he began to follow him. "Hey Ken, wait up!"

The former genius stopped. "What's wrong? If you're uncomfortable here, we can go somewhere else…"

Ken sighed. "I'm fine." Off the look Davis gave him he added, "Really. It's just that every day I come here I'm reminded of just how much I've changed. Academically I used to be the best."

He clenched the fist that was holding their ice cream in a bag. "And now I'm reduced to nothing more than average. Maybe If I had spent most of my life being that way, it wouldn't seem so disappointing, but after being so used to perfection, it seems like a figurative slap in the face."

Minomon looked up at his partner with concern. "Ken…" he said questioningly.

"Whoa." Davis couldn't help feeling bad for him. Although he couldn't really relate, he wasn't the smartest of people, usually receiving average to below average marks, he could still understand how it felt comparing yourself to someone who seemed better than you.

Although in Davis' case his comparisons had been to T.K., who seemed better than him in so many ways, he had also learned that everyone had their own strengths and weaknesses, and that comparing himself to other people never accomplished anything, and it always ended up making him feel bad.

Davis walked closer to Ken and put a hand on his shoulder. Ken turned to look at him. "Hey, you shouldn't think like that. I mean, so what if you're not a genius? When you were you weren't exactly the nicest person. You can't keep comparing yourself to who you used to be, you've become a better person now. Yeah you have to work a lot harder, but isn't that what being smart is about? My coach always tells my team that, "You have to work harder to get better."

Ken couldn't help being surprised. Just when it seemed like he had Davis figured out, he had surprised him. His frustration left him slowly. "I suppose you're right." He said at last. Then he began to feel guilty. "You came all this way to make me feel better, and here I am dropping all my frustrations on to you. I'm sorry."

Davis shook his head. "You don't have to be sorry. What are friends for if you can't talk to them about serious stuff one in a while."

Ken nodded. "We better sit down or by the time we actually have our ice cream, it will be end up being a soupy mess." He said changing the subject.

The word "Finally!" came from Davis' book bag.

Ken and Davis made their way to the stands overlooking the field, remnants of their conversation still in their minds. Ken sat Minomon down on the stand, while Davis proceeded to extract Demiveemon from his backpack. Ken opened the paper bag and removed two small cups of ice cream, a larger one, and a wrapped ice cream cone.

They wasted no time, especially the digimon, in eating their ice cream. While Demiveemon and Minomon make loud eating noises, Davis munched on the bottom of his cone distractedly. "Hey Ken?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"If you were given a choice to become a genius again or staying the way that you are now, what would you do?"

Ken stopped eating his ice cream. He had to think for a moment. "It's simple. Despite my frustration, I would stay as I am. I would much rather think of others as friends rather than insects or beneath me. The main problem with being a genius was being lonely. Although the fact that I was an "evil genius" and tried to take over the Digital World may not reflect that." He replied. For a moment Ken felt nervous. He considered Davis his best friend, but here he was telling him things that he had only spoken about to Minomon. He couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Davis?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"If MaloMyotismon's illusions had affected you, what would you have changed about yourself?

Now it was Davis' turn to stop eating. He glanced at Demiveemon, who had also ceased eating and was watching him.

"Well, I guess I would have made myself a bit smarter…" He concentrated. "And not so impulsive. And I probably would have made myself think before I did something." He trailed off.

"You don't need to be smarter Davish!" Demiveemon reassured him. "You're great the way you are."

Davis smiled. "Thanks pal."

"What about your relationship with Kari?" Ken asked.

It was funny. Had Ken asked that question a few months ago, Davis would have been blushing.

"We would be friends but I don't think we'd be anything more." He sighed. "You've seen how she acts around me and T.K. I don't think she thinks of me as anything more than a friend. And I'd rather have her as my friend than anything else right now. I mean what if we broke up? It would make things really weird between us, and I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship over that." Suddenly he grinned. "And speaking of relationships, what about you and Yolie?"

Ken felt his face grow warm, but remained in control. "I'm not sure what you mean by Yolie and I." He replied.

"She nearly hit the roof when she realized she couldn't see you today Ken. And when we first saw you she was practically drooling. Come on you used to be a genius, what do you think that means?"

This conversation was really beginning to make Ken uncomfortable. He hadn't known Yolie that long, and like the rest of Digidestined, didn't see her that often. But he had to admit that he enjoyed the rare occasions he did get to.

Demiveemon looked at Ken's face. "Daivsh, I think you're embarrassing him."

Davis laughed, "Then there must be something to embarrass him about. Come on Ken," He put on a face a small child would have envied. "I won't tell anyone."

But before Ken could open his mouth to respond, he heard two familiar voices.

Chapter III: The final chapter reveals our two mystery people, (you've probably figured out who already) has soccer action and fun.