Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Haikan ❯ Chapter 1

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Author's Notes: Mostly Daikeru in this chapter


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Author's Notes: Mostly Daikeru
in this chapter. Some Kouyako. Tads of Jyoumi, Mimato, and Daiken.

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Haikan (Depths of One's Heart)
Chapter 1 - Love & Confusion
Authors: Chibi Michi & Krys Yuy
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Mimi sighed as she hung up the phone after talking with Hikari. Her head was
in a whirl of confusion. Two boys were currently occupying every thought she
had. Who did she really want? Who was her heart's desire?

She couldn't choose. Not now.

'Why do you both do this to me?' she groaned in her mind. She flopped
back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

A teenager with blond hair and never ending blue eyes flashed through her
mind. His trademark smile made her want to melt. Then a slightly older teenager
with blue hair and deep onyx eyes replaced the former image. His smile was soft
and sweet as he blushed adorably.

'Kawaii...' she thought as both of their faces lingered in her
thoughts. She was then lost in her own fantasies, forgetting for the time being
the difficult decision that was to plague her.

* * * * *

Daisuke leaned over his bed, his head touching the floor. He had a lot of
things on his mind. He was worried about what the others would think once they
knew he and Takeru were dating. However, just thinking about the blonde
pre-teen made him smile and blush faintly. He didn't know how or why it
happened. It just did. In the beginning, he always thought he held feelings for
the bearer of Light. He found his heart had then yearned for another... the bearer
of Hope.

"Keru-chan..." he sighed as a glazed look covered his eyes.

* * * * *

"T.J., what happened to Kari-chan and the others?" Daisuke asked
as the blonde materialized out from the television. The leader of the second
generation of digidestined leaned against the trunk of a tree.

"They have some project to do together or something," Takeru
replied with a shrug. "Guess it's just the two of us."

"Great," muttered Daisuke, though he blushed lightly at the idea.

"T.K., what about us?" Patamon asked as he landed on his friend's
head.

"Well of course we will have our beloved digimon," Takeru laughed
as he patted his digimon, his eyes looking up.

"Hey Daisuke, why are you all red?" asked Veemon innocently,
looking at his partner in concern.

"Veemon!" Daisuke shouted, immediately embarrassed. "I am not
red!!"

"Yeah you are, Daisuke," Patamon commented, nodding his head.

Takeru studied him curiously. "Is something wrong?" he questioned,
tilting his head to the side.

"Iie! Nothing's wrong," he suddenly snapped.

Takeru drew back, hurt shining in his eyes. "Geez... sorry I asked,
Daisuke," he muttered, turning and walking toward the forest, not noticing
he dropped something.

"Well you better be!" Daisuke shouted as the blonde's form
disappeared.

"Daisuke, that was mean," Veemon commented from his side, tugging
on his shorts.

"Yeah, well," he fumbled for something to say. "T.A. deserved
it!"

"Why do you hate him so much?" his digimon asked, eyes wide.

"I..." Daisuke crumbled to the floor as his own eyes begin to
sparkle with tears. "I don't hate him..."

"Then why... Daisuke?" Veemon persisted, kneeling down with him.
"Why?"

"Because, Veemon..." Daisuke looked at him as a solitary tear
trailed down his cheek. "I... I lo-"

A scream pierced the air, cutting off Daisuke's words. He jumped to his
feet, his tears gone. "Takeru!!" he yelled. He ran toward the forest,
but before he entered it, he noticed something green and white on the floor. 'His
digivice,' he thought absently, scooping it up and continuing to run toward
the voice.

Veemon quickly followed his partner. "Wait for me, Daisuke!"

Daisuke paid his digimon no heed and ran as fast as he could. He broke into
a clearing and barely stopped in time to fall off a cliff. What met his eyes
made them fill with horror. Takeru was dangling in front of him with Patamon
trying to pull him up.

"T.K. I need to digivolve," the winged creature wheezed, breathing
heavily.

Takeru nodded and reached for his belt. Nothing was there. "I don't
have my digivice!" he gasped.

Daisuke snapped to attention and quickly went to the edge. "I got him
Patamon!" he said as he grabbed Takeru's hands.

Patamon moved out of the way as Veemon came out of the clearing as well, out
of breath.

"Don't worry, Takeru," Daisuke assured as sweat formed on his
brow. "I got you!" He tried to pull him up with all his strength.

"Daisuke," Takeru whimpered, tears in his eyes. "Don't let
go..."

Daisuke stared straight into his blue eyes. "I won't."

The statement was short, but filled with so much emotion rarely heard from
the keeper of courage and friendship, that it made Takeru falter and make a
sudden jerky movement. Their eyes locked before Daisuke lost his grip on
Takeru's hands. The keeper of hope's eyes became wide with fear as he began his
descent in the air toward the ravine.

Another scream echoed through the air. It took Daisuke a second before he
realized the source was him. "Iie!" he cried out. "Takeru!"
Without thinking, he jumped off the cliff head first, his arms wide to reach
out toward the bearer of Hope.

"Daisuke!" Veemon shouted as he scrambled toward the edge.

"Takeru!" Patamon exclaimed as he followed his fellow digimon's
example.

Daisuke reached his hand out to Takeru desperately, his jacket whipping in
the air. The blonde pre-teen mimicked his movement, his arm stretching out as
far as it would go. They were inches away from each other, but they couldn't
quite reach...

As if by some higher power, their hands touched and then gripped firmly onto
the other. The two sighed in relief and lingering fear. Daisuke pulled himself
towards Takeru, crushing their bodies together. They held each other in a death
hug. The incoming feeling of death was beginning to overcome their senses.

Then Takeru's and Davis's digivices beeped at the same time from their place
on Davis's belt. Blue and green light erupted from them, covering their bodies.

"Patamon digivolve to... Angemon!"

"Veemon digivolve to... X-Veemon!"

Both newly digivolved digimon swooped down from the top of the cliff,
knowing they had to fly fast or their partners would be lost to them forever.

"Takeru... I meant what I said," Daisuke whispered onto his neck.
"I won't let go."

Takeru's immediate response was to hug him closer, as if he would save him
from death. "I won't either, Daisuke. I promise." He closed his blue
eyes tight.

The next thing they knew, two pairs of arms were cradling them close before
they blacked out.

After what seemed like hours later, Daisuke groaned as he sat up on the
grass. "What a rush..." he murmured. He opened his eyes, only to lose
himself in blue eyes staring into his.

Takeru moistened his lips nervously as the brunette pre-teen continued to just
look at him. "Daisuke..."

The goggled boy snapped out of his trance, and blushed when he realized what
happened. "Gomen, T.A..." he mumbled, now avoiding his gaze.

The blonde ignored the fact that Daisuke had not said his name right.
Instead, he put his hands over his. "Why?" he asked simply.

Just the feel of his skin against his own made Daisuke want to shiver.
However, he contented himself with just snapping his head towards the blonde's.
"Why what?"

"Why did you jump off the cliff?" questioned Takeru as his face
was masked with something unreadable.

"It was nothing," Daisuke said lightly, brushing the comment off.

"No, Daisuke," Takeru stated firmly. "Something made you
jump. I want to know what it was." He squeezed his hand.

The brunette looked away from him again. "I can't help out a
friend?" he asked sarcastically. "Just forget it, okay?!"

Takeru's face was then filled with anger and frustration. "What the
hell is your problem, Daisuke!" he snapped. "All I ever get from you
is attitude! What did I do to make you hate me so much?!" He curled one of
his hands into a tight fist.

"I don't hate you..." he muttered, refusing to look at his face.

"You sure act like it!" Takeru glared.

Daisuke jumped to his feet faster than the blonde had ever seen him.
"You really want to know why?" he yelled. He was trembling and his
breathing was becoming labored.

Takeru almost decided to take back his accusations at the brunette's look,
but he stood firm. "Hai." He looked up at Daisuke from his position
on the floor.

The keeper of courage and friendship drew a deep breath, while his nerves
stood on end. "It was because of love, all right?!" he proclaimed.
Despite his mixed up emotions, he now began blushing furiously.

"Nani?" Takeru had now become slightly pale as his hands fell limp
at his sides.

"Love," repeated the brunette. "L. O. V. E. Love!" He
shut his eyes in fear and shame. "Are you happy now?! I told you the
secret I was going to take to my grave." He gulped as he buried his face
in his hands. "I love you..."

The blonde now stood up shakily. He reached his hand out to touch the
brunette on the shoulder. Daisuke drew back from him, as if burned by his hand.
He bit down the tears of hurt that wanted to escape. "Are you sure?"
he asked hesitantly.

Daisuke looked up at him, and Takeru flinched as he saw the tears trailing
down his cheeks. "I jumped off a cliff for you! What more do you
want?!" he screamed. He turned and began to stomp away in the other
direction.

Realization hit the keeper of hope like a ton of bricks. "Matte!"
he shouted as he ran after him.

Daisuke stopped and clenched both hands into fists, like Takeru had done
moments ago. "What. Do. You. Want." He stated it with no emotion as
his eyes became blank.

Takeru frowned and grabbed Daisuke's hand from behind. He forced the
brunette to look him in the eye. "This." He cupped his chin
and brought his lips down to his.

* * * * *

Daisuke sighed somewhat dreamily as his flashback ended. His heart now
belonged to the adorable blonde pre-teen. He would do anything for him.
Anything. He would die for him. He would go to the fiery pits of hell if that
meant eternal happiness for his beloved. He knew that he would always love
Takaishi Takeru.

At that moment, an image of a boy the same age as him drifted through his
mind. His blue eyes were deep and full of guilt. His midnight blue hair looked
inviting to touch. He had a small smile upon his face, which looked hesitant.
The brunette felt the urge to embrace and comfort him.

Daisuke groaned, realizing he had a problem on his hands. 'Shit,' he
cursed. 'I love Takeru. I love Takeru. I love Takeru.'

Then why couldn't he stop thinking about Ichijouji Ken?

* * * * *

Jyou rubbed his eyes from behind his glasses as he closed one of his
textbooks. His two hours of studying were over. Now he was free to do whatever
he wished. He leaned against the back of the chair, his thoughts drifting.

An image of a beautiful girl with pink hair entered his mind, and he smiled.
She looked perfect with either that color hair or her natural chestnut brown.
Her crimson eyes danced with purity and sincerity. Her smile could light up any
man's cold heart.

He felt a huge weight lift off his own heart when he saw her in the airport.
It was like she was coming back home. To him. He could've sworn he saw her
looking at him lovingly, but he figured it to be his imagination. He also
couldn't help but feel stabs of jealousy as he caught her glancing sideways at
Yamato. And he didn't appreciate the fact that he saw Yamato trying to look at
her without anyone noticing. At least Taichi and Koushiro had their own
girlfriends to worry about.

Jyou frowned as he realized he was going to have some competition for
Tachikawa Mimi's heart. His face hardened and became determined.

'Watch out Ishida,' he thought, a plan forming in his mind. 'I'm
not giving her up without a fight.'

* * * * *

Miyako brushed her long lavender hair. She looked at herself in the mirror
and put down the brush. She took her bandana and adjusted it on her head. She
smiled at her reflection as she put on her glasses. 'Mimi is finally here to
visit,' she thought happily. 'I can't wait until we can spend some time
together.'

"Hey imouto!" yelled her older sister from the hallway.

"What oneesan?!" she shouted back from inside her room.

Her older sister popped her head into the room. "Your boyfriend's
here," she giggled. Then she popped back out.

"Ahh! Kou-kun is here?!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. She scrambled
around the room before she ran out into the hall. She collided with a hard body
and fell backwards.

"Itai!" Miyako winced as she rubbed her bottom.

Immediately warm arms wrapped around her form, and pulled her up.
"Gomen nasai, Miyako-chan," a voice murmured in her ear, sending
shivers down her spine.

"Kou-kun!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She
brushed a hand through his short red hair.

"You want to go for a walk?" Koushiro asked, kissing her lightly.

Miyako smiled wistfully. "Whatever you say, itooshi," she replied,
winking.

Koushiro blushed as he took his girlfriend's hand. "Let's go." He
pulled her out the front of the apartment.

"Hey, Kou-kun... did you see something weird about Takeru and Daisuke
lately?" Miyako asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Not really, Miyako-chan," Koushiro shrugged as they got on the
elevator.

"They've... seemed... more friendly to each other lately," she
commented.

"You're right," he replied as he scrunched his eyebrows together.
"And they haven't been hanging around Hikari as much as they used
to."

"Do you think...?" Miyako let the question hang in the air as the
elevator stopped.

Koushiro shrugged as they got off the elevator. He squeezed her hand.
"I'm not sure... but if they are, I'll support them."

Miyako frowned slightly, glaring at him. "Why?" she demanded.
"That's... that would be so gross."

It was her boyfriend's turn to frown. "Miyako-chan... I thought you of
all people would understand... you can't choose who you love," Koushiro replied.
"It doesn't work that way." He stopped as they made their way onto
the sidewalk. He made her look straight into his eyes. "What if someone
told you it was wrong to love me?" he asked seriously.

Miyako forced herself to look away from his face. "I would be
devastated," she answered quietly.

Koushiro smiled and nodded. "See? Love does not mean you have to love
someone of the opposite sex, Miyako-chan," he stated. "I will support
them because they are our friends, itooshi. I will support them because they
love each other." He chuckled lowly. "That is... if they are."

Miyako thought about it, then smiled widely. "I'll support them too. I
guess it isn't as disgusting as it might seem to some people." Then she
giggled and hugged her boyfriend. "Man, they are so going to kill us if
we're wrong!"

Koushiro pondered about what Daisuke and Takeru would do if they were indeed
not involved together. "We'd probably have to move to the next
continent," he smiled.

"I'd go anywhere as long as I'm with you," Miyako commented
dreamily.

Koushiro blushed again as his girlfriend just laughed.

* * * * *

Takeru laid his head on the desk, sighing. "Dai-chan..." he
mumbled as his eyes drifted closed.

However, his dreams were not peaceful. A sense of foreboding surrounded his
body. He frowned unconsciously in his sleep. Something was threatening his
happiness...

Or maybe it was someone.