Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Crack in the Mirror ❯ A Midswing Day's Dream ( Chapter 3 )

The Crack in the Mirror

By Chyna Rose

Chapter Three: A Midswing Day's Dream

Daisuke

I hate the flu. I can never keep anything down when I catch it. But at least if I'm sick, I can draw. That is, if I'm not too busy leaning over a bucket, or the toilet, or the sink… Damn.

I haven't seen Ken since Jon's party two days ago. But he's usually busy with school, and stuff. I think Taichi and Sakura also got the flu. (Couldn't happen to a nicer girl. I'm surprised Yamato hasn't skewered her with his Light Swords yet.)

Chibimon was asleep in the nest of blankets he made. I was working on a Neon Genesis Evangelion doujinshi. I had the story line done, along with most of the panels. It was a fun way to pass the time.

"Hey brat! I got the doujinshi you wanted. I hope you enjoy them. I got chewed out by this woman with a bunch of gardening magazines. I can't believe you actually like that sort of thing. I mean, Trowa and Duo? Hello! They're both guys Daisuke."

"I know that Jun."

Jun really doesn't hate gays. She just hasn't gotten over the fact that Yamato and Taichi are involved (Yamato's just seeing Sora because he's not ready to come out to his fans. Both Taichi and Mimi understand) and she's still confused about how she feels about Midori. I've seen the way they look at each other. It's the same way the rest of us look at the person we love. They just need time to realize it.

And it's not like she doesn't have her own stash of shounen-ai Visions of Escaflowne doujinshi hidden under her bed. (Including one I drew a few months ago and sold under my pen name) My sister's a big hypocrite, but I still love her. She's the only sister I've known.

Jun dropped the doujinshi at the foot of my bed and left. I put down my art supplies and leafed through the stack; six Gundum Wing, four Utena, a Cowboy Beebop, and a Greenwood. Aside from the fact that I just plain like reading them, I like to keep an eye on the competition. Hey, it's how I make most of my pocket money.

Halfway through an Utena title, the Jeramon that had been following me, popped out of my laundry pile. He had a pair of my boxers perched on his head.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"You did, but I couldn't stay away from you."

"Why do you keep following me?"

"I have my reasons."

"And I'm questioning what they are. Now tell me before I lose my temper and Light Wave you into next Tuesday."

"You wouldn't do that."

"What makes you so sure that I won't?"

"Because you'd also take out the wall behind me. And how would you explain that? Not to mention the fact that you may hurt your innocent sister in the process, and we can't do that, now can we."

"You monster!"

"Why thank you."

"What do you want?"

"Why you of course, my dear Daimon. With you by my side, we could rule both worlds. Not even your illustrious father or that upstart prince managed even half as much."

"Leave Ken out of this!"

"So Daimon cares for you Kensumon. How nauseatingly sweet."

"Of course I care for him. I love him!"

"Love who?"

Jun poked her head into my room as Jeramon dove back into my dirty laundry. Chibimon froze trying to untangle himself from the blankets he used as a sleeping area (he likes to burrow) and a storage space (as soon as I'm well I'm gonna have to check his cashes under the guise of cleaning my room) as soon as he heard her voice.

"What do you want?"

"You have a visitor."

Ami peeked out from behind Jun. I didn't really know her well, but since she was one of Ken's genius friends, I figured she was okay. Ami came in and sat on the edge of my bed while Jun returned to her room. Ami picked up one of my new doujinshi and raised an eyebrow. I blushed at having one of my guilty pleasures exposed to someone I had just met. (not that my friends knew about it anyway)

"Interesting reading. If you like these, I have some Pokémon ones you can borrow."

"What brings you here Ami?"

"I came on the behalf of Ken to talk to you."

"He's not mad that I told you about us, is he?"

"Why would he be?"

"Because he wanted to keep us a secret. He was scared others would hate him for being gay."

"Ken's not mad at you."

"He's not?"

"No. He isn't. Daisuke, he loves you. If he's mad at anyone over this, it's me for goading you into confessing."

"So then, why are you here?"

"I'm here on official Demon Wing business."

"Oh?"

"Demi Leadmon, I am here on behalf of Kind Cruelty. Phlying Phreak has informed Kind Cruelty about a trip she has been planning with the aid of Pink Butterfly and Cupid's Poppy. Phlying Phreak has been left in charge of the invites, and Kind Cruelty has reason to believe that she will fail to invite you. My mission is to ensure that you are kept apprised about the trip so that, if you wish to do so, you can go."

"Thanks Ami."

"No problem. But if Phlying Phreak asks,"

"You were never here."

Ami put the doujinshi she had been looking through when she told me about the trip. As she was getting up to leave, I had an idea. Despite what TK and Miyako will tell you, I do think, and I'm not stupid. I was designed by my father to be able to lead armies. You can't do that if you're an idiot. Not if you wanted to live long anyway.

"Ami, wait. Take this." I said, handing her the doujinshi I had been working on earlier. It was done, but not finished -if that made any sense. Ami took it and looked through the first couple of pages. "A few of my friends know I read this kind of thing. So far, only Ken knows I draw them as well. Since you're into writing this kind of fanfic, it would be easy for others to assume it's the only thing we talk about."

"Thanks. You know, there's probably an opening in Demon Wing if you're interested. We could use someone creative like you." Ami said as she left.

I sat and thought about what she had said. Chibimon emerged from his nest with an open box of Pocky and offered me some. I passed on it cause I knew it wouldn't stay down for long.

"Interesting friend. Can't say I understood most of what she said." Jeramon said from his laundry pile.

"Those are our screen names. I'm Demi Leadmon, Ken's Kind Cruelty, Miyako's Phlying Phreak, Mimi's Pink Butterfly, and Sora's Cupid's Poppy."

"Then why didn't she just say so?"

"Because it sounds more covert and she was being dramatic. From what Ken's told me, Ami does this kind of thing all the time -especially when it comes to Demon Wing stuff."

"Why?"

"Why not? Playing spy's fun, don't you think?"

"What makes you think that I'd find doing that fun?"

"You've been spying on my for a while."

"I don't spy on you because I want to, or because it's fun. I spy on you because I need to."

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"He's just using you, you know."

I tried to ignore Jeramon on my way to the park. I was going to meet Ken there for our date. It wasn't going to be anything special; although any time I spend with him is special cause I'm with him.

"You are just another tool he can use for power. Just like your father."

"Like you'd be any different." I muttered under my breath. Ever since I discovered him in my laundry basket, he's been more forward. At least I now know what he wanted with me. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Jeramon; my lovesick stalker who has my sister's Yamato obsession beat. Wonder if I was ever this bad with Hikari.

"Of course I'm different. I love you, Daimon. Kensumon doesn't care about you. He's a virus. Viruses can't feel love."

"I'm a full virus, and I sure as hell can feel love."

"He was your enemy, remember."

"That was the dark spore's doing."

"The dark spore still resides within him. And, need I remind you, his father was a very accomplished thespian. Just look at his brother Miymon."

"That doesn't change anything. So Ken and Yamato have a flare for the dramatic? So do a hundred other people I know; including Jun, Ami, and myself."

I came through the trees and saw Ken sitting where he said he would. Jeramon headed out of sight, and I filed what he said under M for More Weird Shit. It wasn't time to debate if what some stranger said was true or not. It was time to hang out with my guy; maybe get some heavy making out done.

"Hey Ken! Hope I'm not late."