Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Flash ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Notes: first off, let me apologize for crazy tense changes in the prologue- present to past and it got all confused. I had wanted to edit that before it got posted but then decided to say 'screw it all' and post the thing. Although I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, I hope you all enjoy reading it at the very least. This fic makes for some fantastic anger management.

Warnings: anger, grrrrrr, shounen ai/yaoi, Daisuke being a bitch, Ken being a Queen, & Miyako being a princess.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just like to mess with 'em.

Flash- 1

Ken Ichijouji, we meet again…

Part of me hates to admit it, but he looks fantastic. Amazing even. Son of a bitch this isn't fair! Why did he have to be so damn hot?! Taking a breath I step forward towards baggage claim. Have to get my one measly bag after all. The air in my lungs comes to a halt- I'm hoping he won't see me. Stepping up to the conveyor belt I grab my bag. Seems there are still gods somewhere that like me. My luck holds. He doesn't see me and I'm free to go.

Turning to head for the door I shift past him. Yeah, that's me- Motomiya Daisuke, master of stealth. Actually, with all the drug running I did get pretty good at it… But that's neither here nor there. Man it hurts so much seeing him. Time only makes him more beautiful, more refined. And yeah, now that I'm really thinking about it, I wish he would see me. Notice me, noticing him, just like it always used to be. The first flickerings of long buried desire and heartache start flaring in my chest. Nothing like the memory of pain to burn a nice ulcer into your stomach cavity. Dammit, why didn't he notice me? Thoughts churning in my brain cut off all sound from the outside world, but at the edge of my hearing I catch it. This soft whisper.

"Oh my god. I think I'm hallucinating! It can't be. It just can't!"

I guess he saw me after all. Shit. Cut and run time- after all, it's what I do best. Picking up pace I stalk to the doors and I'm almost clear of the building. Then I hear another voice.

"You probably are seeing things, Kenny, darling. It couldn't be him. One of the others told me he died about a year ago. Some drug overdose or some bullshit like that."

While his exclamation of shock registers with me, as does his subsequent outburst of anger with his wife, I can't help but feel bile rising in my throat. But I keep pushing through the doors. If I let it get to me then I'll turn around. If I turn around I'll go back inside. If I go back inside I'll probably kill her. No, wait… fuck probably, I know I'll kill her. That miserable bitch! How could she just lie to him like that? Still, an even better question: why in the fuck does he still put up with her?

Outside I spot my sister's car and throw open the passenger side door. After whipping my bag into the back seat and strapping in for some good, old fashioned Jun Motomiya homicidal driving I spear her with a look. "Did you know he was going to be there?"

Her large copper eyes blink, the picture of innocence. "Who?"

Automatically I feel an eyebrow go up. "The Dali Lama," I spit out. "KEN! Who the hell did you think I meant?" In an effort to get a grip I try pushing the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. Doesn't work, but I do start seeing some pretty groovy looking spots. "Seriously Jun, did you know he would be there?"

She shakes her head slowly. The once huge mop of hair is now tamed, pulled into a neat braid. "No," she replies quietly. "You know if I had known that I would've told you to wait another day or hauled your ass out of there a lot faster."

I consider her words for a minute. "You've got a point." And it's true. She would have.

After I left I finally had to admit that in spite of all my griping about her, Jun was really a very good sister to me. Of course, by the time I had this epiphany I was already working for the yakuza and I didn't really want to get her all tangled up in my mess. I called her and apologized for not realizing it sooner. True to her awesome nature she was very forgiving. In the following years I sent her money, some for her and some for accounts I still held. She's never asked where the money came from and I doubt I'll ever tell her. Jun really does rock though. All that time I thought she was talking shit about me just like everyone else. Really, she was defending me as best she could. Since she said things had gotten "difficult" with the other Chosen, I'm wondering how this little death rumor got started. Who would've started telling the others I was dead? Miyako- as big a bitch as she is- wouldn't have the balls. The maroon haired witch should know that if my sister ever found out about half the things she's said about me that she would suddenly find it extremely difficult to breathe, much less speak.

After mulling over this point for a few minutes I speak again. "So, who told the others I was dead?"

Copper eyes go saucer-wide. Oops… guess she didn't know either. "Who said what?" The normally golden voice turns icy, even dark. It's in the space of a few heartbeats that she calms herself enough to ask, "What happened in the airport, Dai?"

"Ken and family were there. I tried to avoid him but I think he saw me. Granted, part of me wanted to see him. But I was still hoping he wouldn't see me." Air is a much needed thing, so I pause and she cuts me off.

"That's a load of horse shit. You were so hoping he would see you. I still don't understand why you never told him. He never would have married Miyako if he had known." The words are quiet, filled with a shimmering tension.

There's this stinging sensation in my eyes that takes me a few seconds to identify. Once I figure it out I swipe it away but not before I realize I'm caught. "Had something in my eye," I mutter.

"Sure you did," the words are laden with sarcasm- enough to make me wince.

I scowl at her, but it recedes quickly enough. Oh those melancholy memories… Maybe I'm a masochist. I feel the need to relive every painful experience I've had relating to him…

Our Junior Prom. He went with her of course. I sat on the sidelines, my date all but forgotten about, and watched as they spun across the dancefloor. Every time they kissed I felt a stab of jealousy and wished I could have been the one in his arms. Funny thing though, I thought I was being pretty good about all of it, but my date noticed. When I dropped her off she looked at me with her large, sad eyes.

"If you care for her so much you should tell her," her voice was gentle and silky.

"Who?"

"Miyako," she replied with a twinge of pain. "I saw how you were watching her. I just wish you had told me. It doesn't matter much because I knew this wasn't a serious thing and all…" Her words faded away.

Watching her blink so quickly I felt like such a fool. Here was this girl who was so willing to befriend me, willing to even put up with me after all the stupid shit I had done. Putting a hand under her chin I tilted her face up and kissed her cheek so delicately. "Mimi, you've got to be one of the coolest, most awesome girls alive. And you have every right to hate me for this, but it wasn't Miyako I was watching."

Amber eyes flicked down and up again as she thought. Even though everyone else considered her to be a ditz I had always had a soft spot for the pink haired cutie. Mimi was so much fun and so full of energy. She was a lot of things, even insightful as hell, which could be scary sometimes. What she said next shocked the hell out of me though.

"You mean, it's not just me?"

Wait just a minute now… Was my date about to horn in on my territory? "You like Ken?"

I think the bewilderment was pretty clear in my voice because she laughed so hard she was practically in tears. "Oh honey-honey, I know you're smarter than that! While you were drooling over Ken I was watching Miyako! Damn, I thought I was the only one." She threw her arms around me in a too tight hug.

We spent the rest of the night gushing about our crushes and nearly crying over how lonely we were…

Beyond the Prom, on graduation day I watched as Miyako came flying into the assembly hall. There were tears on her cheeks and at first I thought my dreams had come true. Then I realized what she was doing. She was proudly displaying the ring Ken- MY Ken- had given her. They were engaged. They were going to get married. I thought I was going to die.

As I stood apart from the group I heard someone behind me clear their throat. Sighing in absolute defeat I turned to him. "Congratulations, Ken. You got what you always wanted. The perfect friends, the perfect girlfriend, perfect parents, and now you'll have a perfect future and a perfect marriage. I hope it makes you happy." And I walked away while he stood there, mouth hanging open in shock. Part of me was dying. Something I thought I had lost years before was slipping away, rotting from the inside out. The other half of my soul was lost forever to Miyako, and I was never going to get it back.

On my way out I literally ran into Mimi. She was so excited about seeing everyone graduate and was full of smiles and light. With the distance between the States and Japan and our busy schedules we hadn't had much time to talk, but I knew she was still desperately in love with Miyako. Still, even though I despised the thought of seeing someone so pure be put through so much pain I couldn't tell her. But I made up my mind right then. I gave her a hug and whispered a good-bye in her ear. And I walked away, trying not to care about how hurt she looked.

When I got home I tore off my graduation suit and threw on my regular gear. Grabbing some extra clothes I stuffed them into a gym bag trying so hard not to cry. Finally I had to stop and sit on the edge of my bed where I sobbed for a while. There were pictures of my adolescence all over the room. Framed moments of time where Ken and I were best friends and nothing could come between us. I even had a shot from a street fair where I shocked the hell out of him by kissing his cheek. Grabbing my bag and Chibimon, I looked at the picture one last time and threw it in the trash, frame and all. And I walked away…

I glance at Jun as she continues to speed across the city of Tokyo. Damn, I had almost forgotten some of that stuff too. As I try not to sniffle I explain myself to her, even though I'm perfectly aware that I don't have to. "He never would have truly loved me like I love him, Jun. Even if we had been together it would never have been the way I wanted. Maybe it wouldn't have been how he wanted it either, but I think his parents would have put a stop to anything between us pretty quick. His mom's always had this need to enforce her sense of reproduction on her remaining son ever since Osamu died. Ken always tried to do what made his parents happy."

That's when we hear a little voice pipe up from the back seat. "Well, that's stupid." Chibi pushes his way out of my bag, coughing a bit as he does so. "Why would Ken run away from it? He's supposed to be some sort of genius even without that spore thingy, right? So what's the deal?"

My sister squeals in delight and skids to an immediate halt. "Chibi!! I missed you almost more than Dai!" Squealing some more she grabs my Digimon and almost chokes the poor creature to death with a loving embrace. After a few moments of blind adoration she stops and looks at the little blue bundle. Innocent crimson eyes blink at her, wide, alert. "Christ, you never get any older do you? Must be nice. But, damn, if you aren't the most adorable, gorgeous little blue… just exactly what are you anyway?"

Chibi starts to respond but then she scratches under his chin and he stops. "He's a dragon," I offer. "That actually came in pretty handy a few times too." In a move spawned entirely from jealousy I snatch my 'mon out of her hands and stick out my tongue. "Mine," I state with finality. "Now and forever, he's the only thing that is," my voice echoes with the jaded energy it seems to have acquired while I've been away.

A gentle hand runs through my hair- still short and spiky. "That's not true, Daisuke. You know I'll always be your sister."

"That's because you don't have a choice," I reply. My mood is rapidly turning sour. Too many memories of almost having him, of almost telling him, of almost being able to love him completely are swarming my brain. "Can we get going again?"

Copper eyes blink, pushing back gathering liquid. "Yeah," she says. "Sure," she starts the car again.

"Aw, Daisuke you know you'll always have me and Jun! And it's not cause we're supposed to stay with you and support you either." Chibimon nuzzles into my chest a bit trying to comfort me the only way he knows how. "I mean, if I wanted to I could've left you a bunch of times back when we were living here or in Hong Kong or even in Boston. But I didn't, did I? No! Because you're mine. You're my person and I love you, Daisuke. You know I always will too. Who cares about stupid Ken and his stupid Wormmon anyway?" With an adorable scowl he tries to fold his little arms. It doesn't work, but he manages to be the cutest thing I've ever seen. When I smile at him he licks my nose like a cat. "So there, dammit." I think if he had room to he would have stomped one of his little feet for effect.

I laugh then, even though I know he's partially serious. "Love you too, Chibi," I chuckle and place a kiss on the crown of his head. "And yeah, who needs stupid Ken and stupid Wormmon? We've got each other!"

Jun, who has somehow managed to be quiet this whole time speaks up. "I take it something happened with your Jogress partners…?"

The sudden flash of memory makes me shake. Too upset to speak I merely nod and look down but without really seeing anything. Chibimon pats my cheek and cuddles into me again. When he speaks his voice is muffled from my shirt.

"Wormmon said he wanted to try Jogressing with Hawkmon instead of me. He said if Hawkmon was supposed to be his human's mate then he should learn to Digivolve accordingly." The little blue chin begins to quiver as tears start to spill from his crimson eyes.

It is only through sheer divine luck that the car doesn't crash. "What in the fuck are you talking about?! Is that little insect on crack or something? What the hell does Ken feed him? And that's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard! What the fuck is wrong with those two?!" Ranting and raving she swerves amidst traffic eventually landing in a parking garage. Even as all three of us exit the car she's still going. "That little motherfucker! I'll kill him!"

"Jun," I dare to interrupt. "Calm down. It was a while ago. And I agree with you that it's bullshit. Wormmon probably only said it because Ken told him to. It didn't even sound like something he would say otherwise." Reaching back into the car I retrieve my bag still holding Chibi who eventually scrambles up to perch on my shoulder. "Look, Ken is fucked up something severe, okay? It's not worth trying to figure it all out. I tried a long time ago and all I ever got as a result was a broken heart. Let it go."

Hands on her hips, Jun glares. Energy crackles from her eyes. She's fuming, and it's obvious. Ken is so lucky he isn't anywhere nearby. "Fine," she says shortly. "He's officially fucking retarded as of this moment though."

I look at her. "Jun," I say, "he was officially 'fucking retarded' a long time ago." Hauling my bag with me a wait for her to point out where we're going.

Turns out my sister has done pretty well for herself. She works for some public relations firm doing telecom stuff. It's crazy. However, she does live in a very nice apartment. It one of the most spacious places I've been in since my drug running days. Thankfully she got our mother's taste, even though I never stood a chance to inherit it being as I'm adopted and all. Shades of cream and gray are interspersed with touches of lilac and pale blue. Yeah, ooh… look at me, Motomiya Daisuke, interior design expert. One of the perks of liking guys, I guess.

Before we get too far into the apartment Jun pulls me aside. "Okay little brother," she says, "all jokes aside, we need to clean up our language. Remember how I said there were a couple new faces you need to meet and greet?"

I nod. "Um, yeah…"

She smiles brightly. "Congrats, little bro! You're an uncle!" She shoves me into her living room. "Meet you niece, Yume, and your nephew, Tenshi!"

It happens. I start cracking up because I just can't control myself. Only Jun… "Cloud and Angel? Nice, Jun. I'm sure mom and dad love that. What is this 1960's America?" She swats at me and lands a good punch on my upper arm. "Ow," I pout. "Is that any way to treat your brother after he's been gone for so many years?"

"It was your fault," Chibimon says brightly from his perch on my shoulder.

At the sound of foreign voices the children perk up. A new voice has entered their home and they seem eager to explore for the source. Running together they stop right in front of me and look up in awe. Sometimes I forget how much taller I've gotten since I was twelve. So, I squat down to their level. "Hello," I offer my hand. "I'm your Uncle Daisuke. Sorry I haven't been around before now."

The boy, who looks at me with large obsidian eyes, tilts his head quizzically. "Where have you been then Mister Daisuke?"

The picture of innocence. Man they're cute. "I travel a lot on business and stuff. If you like I can tell you about Hong Kong and the United States and even a few places in Europe!" Of course, I would never tell them about seventy-five percent of what I did while I was traveling. Jun would gut me if I did.

My niece tilts her head as well, cinnamon hair falls across her eyes obscuring them from my line of sight. "What do you do that you travel so much?"

"A lot of things," I reply with a shrug. "But that's mostly done with now. I think I'm going to be here for a while now." At this comment they both brighten instantly and quickly trap me in a rib cracking hug. But dammit they are so adorable! And I know I'm screwed now, because these kids are going to be so spoiled.

Their mother laughs and ushers them out of the living room. We're eating soon apparently. After she instructs them to wash up she turns to me with a wistful smile. "They've heard quite a bit about you."

My eyes roll. "I can only imagine some of the shit… er, stuff, you've told them." This not cursing thing is going to take some getting used to. "But they're both beautiful. How old?"

She beams at this. "Thank you. And they're twins. They'll be six in a few months."

As happy as I am for her and as proud as she is I can't help but feel that there's something off. Those angelic faces looked familiar in ways that stem beyond family genetics. Oh damn… "Jun," my voice is so low I can barely hear it, "who's their father?"

Now she can't meet my eyes. When I grab her shoulder she turns away visibly trying not to cry. Instead of reprimanding her for whatever it is she's upsetting herself with I pull her into a comforting hug. If she had gotten married I would have heard about it when it happened.

I'm reminded of another sad eyed young woman as I tip her face up to meet her gaze. "Who is their father, Jun?"

She has to say the name twice before I realize who she means. Oh Jun… No wonder she said things were so hard. "It's Koushiro," she whispers.

And I know there's more to it than that.

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oh yes, there will be more to this as well. I can't believe I got this part out in just another day. Hope you like the development. People are bitchy and Koushiro's the father of Jun's children- plot thickens! Feel free to review or criticize as necessary. ^_^