Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Ch. 1 Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ayas_Shadow 
Ken finds support and a relationship were he never thought he would, with Yamato Ishida. Will Yama's support be enough?
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.13.2003 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 522 | Status: Work In Progress
Ken finds support and a relationship were he never thought he would, with Yamato Ishida. Will Yama's support be enough?
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.13.2003 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 522 | Status: Work In Progress
Lost
By: Aya's Shadow
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, though I wish I did. The band in
these fics, however, is MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! Sorry,
but they are. I do not own "Last Kiss" by "old fifties one hit
wonder" and remade by "Pearl Jam". I am referring to the "Pearl Jam"
version, I like it better.
I would like to inform you all that though this will eventually have
a steady Ken + someone coupling, I do not yet know who that someone
will be. It IS starting out YamaKen. This takes place six years after
season two. I thank whoever it is that made up the birthdays for the
digidestined that I'm using. Did you know that they don't official
birthdays? Ken has lost his mother in a car accident and wishes he
had died too. His father is never really home and ignores Ken. This
will take place over about one year's time. It starts on October 3rd.
I'm not sure yet as to weather or not there will be any scenes in
chapter one. So it's NC-17 just in case. After all, I do NOT want to
have to come back up here and fix my notes! I'm LAZY, Dammit! Well,
read and enjoy! If you don't like gay couples, then stop here!
Chapter one: Wandered Away From The Path
Ken sat on the edge of the bridge alone, looking out over the river.
The patterns on the surface of the rushing water were continually
changing with falling drops of rain. Changing patterns on the water's
surface, like the changing patterns of life. Those patterns had taken
his brother from him, made him a monster. Brought him back. Given him
friends. Stolen his mother.
Tears began to well up in his eyes. They started to trickle slowly
down his cheeks, mixing with the rain. His mother. He had only just
gotten her back, only just started to love her again. Then they had
gone out on a night like this. She hadn't come back. Rain had been
pouring heavily then, like it was now. She had decided to drive
rather than walk when she had needed to run to the store for the
finishing touches for dinner. He had gone with her.
They had been talking about school and his new friends. She had
looked at him to smile, turned back just in time to see the dog that
had run out in front of them. She had swerved to miss it. On the wet
roads she had lost control of her car. They had crashed. He had
blacked out.
He had woken up in the hospital. His face and right arm hurt, badly.
His father had been there, and the digidestined. All of them had been
waiting for him to wake up. All of them had been worried. And his
mother had died.
He shook his head, wanting to shake away the memories. The tears fell
faster, splashing on his hand with the rain. The warmth of the living
water mixing with the cold of the dead. He was chilled already, but
he didn't want to go back home. There wouldn't be anyone there to
great him. Not now. Not with his mother dead and his father always
away on business. His arm began to ache.
He looked down at the cast. The stupid cast, covered in plastic so
the rain wouldn't ruin it. The digidestined had signed it. All of
them.
"I should be getting in out of the rain. But…were could I go?" he
muttered to himself as a gust of wind nearly tore the plastic away
from his arm. He wasn't anywhere near home, he was in Odaiba. He had
come here hoping to meet up with some of the others when it had
started to rain, reminding him of that day nearly three moths ago. A
small sob escaped his lips. He had only had about six years with his
parents after being the Keizer. Not even that. It took him two years
to really care about them again. Four years just wasn't long enough.
Now she was gone.
"I should have died with her. The car was so mangled that it was a
miracle that I have as few injuries as I do. I should have died with
her! I shouldn't be here! I deserved to die with her!" he screamed
into the wind filled night and smashed his good fist into the
railing. Tears continued to pour down his face. He looked longingly
at the water. "I could just jump in, not try to save myself. I would
drown, or freeze. No one would care, not really. The others are still
not comfortable with me, not like they are with each other. They
never will be, after what I did to them. Dad really wouldn't care. He
doesn't even notice me any more." He spoke out loud again. It was a
habit that he had picked up after his mother died, to drown out the
looming silence of the apartment when there alone.
"Ken? Ken? That you?" the voice came out of the darkness around him,
questioning. Ken turned to see who it was. It sounded like Yamato. He
saw a tall form running towards him, trying to keep its hood up to
keep the rain out.
"Yes. It's me." he said as the person, he was right, it was Yamato,
came close enough to talk to.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home? I thought that
you weren't supposed to be out in weather like this."
"I'm not. It wasn't raining when I left though. That started as I
reached the bridge. So I stopped to watch the river."
"You look like you've been crying. What's wrong Ken?"
"No one has told you why I'm not allowed out in weather like this,
have they?"
Yamato shook his head.
"It's because I sometimes re-live that day, you know, the crash. I
just sort of stop, freeze up, and think back on it. So far I've
almost been hit by a car, stopped mid-step on a flight of wet stairs,
and almost been blown into the river by strong winds. I can't help
it, I just start to think about how it was raining like this that
night and I get sucked into the memories."
Matt nodded again.
"That still doesn't explain why you look like hell."
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die." Ken said in a far away voice,
more to himself than to Yamato. Yamato stepped up to Ken and wrapped
his arms around him.
"Oh Ken! Don't talk like that. All of the digidestined want you here.
All of us are happy that you didn't die. We would have missed you if
you'd died. We've all forgiven you for what you did as the Keizer.
Come on, you can come with me to my band's rehearsal. We're at my
apartment, but I was a little later than I meant to be with Takeru
just now. Mom took a little longer than she was supposed to getting
home." Yamato hugged him close then carefully guided him in the
direction of his apartment.
"Why would you have to stay with Takeru?" Ken asked, worried.
"He's got a nasty cold, that's all. Mom doesn't want him left on his
own because of it."
"Oh." After that they walked the rest of the way to Yamato's
apartment in silence. Yamato pulled out his keys as they mounted the
stairs in the building to get to the third floor.
"We're here. I'll get you some dry clothes to put on, they'll be a
little too long, but I don't want you to catch a cold." Yamato said
as he opened the door. The lights were already on, the band already
there.
"Oooohhh! Look! Yama's brought home a new toy for us to try!" Ame
called as they entered the main living area.
"Shut up, Ame! You all know Ken. He got caught in the storm so I
brought him home. Be nice!" he snapped, good naturedly "I never
should have given you all copies of the key! Come on Ken, let's get
you into some dry clothes." He took Ken's hand and led him into the
bedroom.
"Can you take off the sling long enough to change?"
"Yah. I only need it when I'm going somewhere, or I'm sleeping." Ken
said as he fumbled with the wet plastic then the wet clasp. Yamato
gently helped undo the clasp and remove the sling.
"Do you need any help getting your shirt un-buttoned?"
Ken shook his head and struggled with the buttons. Yamato sighed and
helped Ken strip out of his soaked clothes.
"I'll take you home after practice, if it stops raining. You are NOT
going to leave here in the rain without a coat." Yamato said, his
voice telling Ken that he would accept no argument.
"Okay. Not like dad's home to worry anyway." He said bitterly.
"Is he away on business again?" Yamato asked, helping Ken into a set
of his sweats. Ken nodded. "Would you like to come in and watch us
practice, or do you want to stay back here?" Yamato asked, changing
subjects as he saw tears forming in Ken's eyes.
"I'll watch you practice, if you don't mind." Ken said and followed
Yamato into the main room again. Yamato smiled back at him.
"Not at all. Just ignore the stupidity of the band, if you can.
They're likely to flirt and make outrageous comments."
"We are NOT! He's yours! Don't want your cast-offs!" Ame shouted. Ken
flinched. That was all he'd ever be, a cast-off. A cast-off of life.
Tears welled up again. His eyes began to glitter with the un-shed
tears.
"Ame! Shut up! He's not used to humor like that and he's been very
depressed besides!" Yamato said as he punched him in the face.
"OW! YAMA-TO! That hurt!" Ame called from the floor.
"Well, then, SHUT UP! Let's practice. And, don't forget, LEAVE KEN
ALONE!" Yamato stormed as he walked over to where Ken was slumped on
the floor. He put an arm around him and hugged him. "It's alright,
Ken, they don't mean it, I promise. They just don't know how to be
nice, that's all. Ignore them, alright?" Yamato's voice was low and
soothing. Ken nodded, brushing the un-shed tears away. He got up and
sat on the couch.
Yamato walked back over to the band, who were now behaving. "Let's
get started. We've only got two hours before all the neighbors get
home from work and we have to quiet down." No one argued with him.
They were still deciding weather or not they wanted to risk having
the same fate as Ame.
Practice went well. By the time the band had finished Ken was sound
asleep on the couch.
"Hey, Yama, apologize to the kid for me, will ya? I didn't mean to
upset him. I really didn't. I was only teasing. Really." Ame said as
he stood with his hand on the doorknob. The other's had already left.
"Sure. Just, leave him alone, alright. He's still dealing with his
mother's death." Yamato said quietly walking up to him so he could
lock the door once Ame had gone.
"He…he lost his mom?" Ame asked, eyes wide.
"Yes. Three months ago. The two of them were in an accident. Ken got
out alright, just a gash in his face, the little scar next to his
mouth, and a broken arm. She didn't live long enough to make it to
the hospital. It hit him hard."
"He's Ken Ichijiyouji, right? The kid that ran away?"
Yamato nodded.
"It took him two years to fix things with his parents. He managed to
fix things completely only about four years ago. He doesn't think
that it was long enough. He also doesn't think that it's fair that he
lived and she died. I'm going to keep him here tonight, and tomorrow
if I can, you know, while his dad's out of town. Oh, well. I'd better
move him to my bed, he'll be more comfortable there. See you
tomorrow, Ame." Ame nodded and left the apartment.
Yamato shut the door and locked it. He then carefully picked up Ken
and carried him into the bedroom. He tucked Ken in carefully. He
kissed the younger boy on the forehead unconsciously, and went in to
make himself a bed on the couch.
He lay awake for a few hours, thinking. Thinking about what Ken had
said to him.
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
`Oh, Ken. How could none of us have noticed that you felt that way
after she died? I thought that it was you I saw, slowly leaning
further and further over the railing of the bridge. I don't know why,
but I just knew that that person was you. You looked like you were
thinking about tumbling in. Maybe you were. Oh, Ken! I'll have to
talk to the others about this.'
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
Yamato fell asleep with Ken's words swirling around in his head.
******
Ken woke with a start. He could swear that he heard that song! The
one that had been playing on the radio when they had crashed. He
hated that song.
The squealing' tire, the bustin' glass. Those are the sounds that I
heard last.
`No! Go away! Get out!
Where oh where can my baby be? The lord took her away from me.
He didn't want to hear that song. They had been listening to a song
about a person dying in a car crash, then they had crashed and she
had died. Tears began to stream down his face again.
"Dad?" he called, then he looked around. He knew he wasn't home, this
place didn't feel like his room. Then he remembered the afternoon
before. He was at Yamato's. But he wasn't on the couch. He was in a
bed. Yamato must have put him in his bed.
Ken slowly climbed out of the bed. His feet hit the cold wood of the
floor. He yelped at the cold. He slowly walked through the room. He
saw Yamato, asleep on the couch. He looked uncomfortable, cold. Ken
realized that he was shaking. It was cold out here. He couldn't let
Yamato freeze for him. He carefully sat on the edge of the couch. A
gentle shake didn't succeed in waking the other. Ken looked at the
width of the couch. It looked wide enough for two, if he was careful.
He slid in beside Yamato and curled into him. Yamato stopped
shivering and reached out to wrap his arms round Ken. Ken sighed and
fell asleep again.
His dreams were not haunted this time. Instead, they were pleasant.
In them he had friends, people who loved him very much.
******
Yamato smiled as he woke slowly. He knew it was morning, although he
could still hear rain pattering against the window. That was odd, his
room didn't have any windows. Oh well. It didn't matter. He had a
very soft, warm body next to his, curled into him, head on his
shoulder, sound asleep. He didn't remember taking anyone to bed, but
that didn't matter either. He obviously had. Maybe he had been drunk.
He tried to think of the young man's name. He should at least
remember that much!
Try though he might, he just couldn't remember a possible name for
the person he was in bed with. The only name that came to mind was
that of Ken Ichijiyouji. And that couldn't be right. Ken wasn't gay,
not that anyone knew, anyway. He stirred enough to sit up a bit and
SEE who was in bed with him. Sure enough, the young man lying so
contentedly in his arms was Ken. Then the night before came back to
him in a rush as came fully awake.
`How the HELL did Ken end up on the couch with me?!' he thought
frantically to himself. He jumped off the couch so fast that Ken fell
to the floor with him. His arm slammed into the couch.
"AHH!" Ken yelled as the pain shooting up his arm jolted him awake.
He slowly sat up and cradled his right arm with his left, looking
confused. "Where…?" he started, then realization dawned on him as he
came fully awake and the pain settled to a dull ache.
"I…I'm sorry, Yama! I woke from a nightmare and wanted a glass of
water. I saw you lying on the couch out here, looking so cold, so I
got in with you, to keep you warm! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend
you!" he rushed to say, tears trickling down his cheeks. Yamato's
eyes went wide as he realized what Ken was thinking.
"No! Ken! You didn't offend me! I swear! It just startled me to find
you there! That's all! Really! How…how's your arm? I made you hit it
pretty hard, didn't I?" He rushed, gathering Ken into his arms again.
"It..It hurts a little." Ken sniffed.
"I'm sorry, Ken. Do you have your pain pills with you?"
Ken shook his head.
"Would you like some aspirin then?"
Ken nodded. Yamato left for the bathroom. Ken struggled out of the
blankets and onto the couch. He was sitting there when Yamato came
back in, holding two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the
other.
"Here." He said, handing the pills to Ken. Once he swallowed the
pills, Yamato handed him the water.
"Would you like to stay here today? I haven't got any plans, and you
are off today." Yamato asked cautiously.
"Yes. Please?" Ken responded, a pleading note in his voice.
"Of course. We can go visit the others together, if you want. Or we
can just hang here. I just thought that you may be getting a bit sick
of being alone all the time." Yamato said and hugged him again. This
time Ken hugged him back. Yamato let go of Ken and went to make them
something to eat. Ken sat on the couch and just let his mind go
blank, listening to Yamato sing in the other room.
"Ken? How many eggs do you want?" Yamato shouted form the kitchen.
Ken smiled. He did have a friend, someone that cared.
"Um…One will be fine!" He shouted back. Yamato started to sing again.
Ken smiled and listened. Yamato was singing a song he had written
ages ago, though he wouldn't say who for. It was called Butterfly.
Ken relaxed, let his head fall back to be supported by the back of
the couch. Within moments he had dozed off.
******
Yamato practically danced around the kitchen, making french-toast and
eggs for both of them. He liked good, heavy, American breakfasts.
They stayed with you longer. That way, if he ended up busy, he didn't
have to worry about lunch.
Once the food was finished and served, he carefully carried both
plates around the corner and into the living room. Ken was asleep
again. Yamato smiled to himself, that was a good sign. It was
probably the most he had slept since his mother had died. He
carefully set the plates on the floor.
"Ken? Ken? Come on, wake up." He said, gently shaking Ken's shoulder.
Ken woke slowly, delicate lashes fluttering up.
"Hi, Yama." He said around a yawn and smiled. Yamato smiled back.
"Food's done. Here." He handed Ken his plate. The two of them ate in
silence. Once Ken had finished he set his plate down on the floor.
"Yama?" he asked, his voice very quiet.
"Yes?" Yamato responded around a mouthful of egg, the last bit of
food he had.
"Did it bother you so much? Waking up to find me in bed with you, I
mean?" he asked, eyes glued to his lap.
"Ken…I…no. It just startled me, that's all. I'm used to waking up to
find guys in bed with me, actually. Just not ones that I know well,
outside of the band." Yamato answered, his eyes glued to the
floor. "I was just startled to find you there. You're so young, so
damned innocent. I don't like finding guys your age in my bed. You're
only seventeen! I'm nineteen, I'll be twenty this year." Ken looked
up at Yamato, his eyes a little wide.
`Yamato is gay. I did not know that. I wish that I had. I still would
have gotten into bed with him, but I don't think that I would have
stayed as long as I did. Not that I minded staying. He IS cute. It's
just…I don't think that I'm ready for people to find out that I am,
too. I don't want to lose all of my friends so shortly after losing
mother.'
"Ken?" Yamato's voice broke into his thoughts. "What are you
thinking? You don't…you don't hate me now, do you?" his voice was
quiet.
Ken looked up, startled.
"No! I don't hate you! How could I? You're one of the few friends
that I have! Besides, you're funny, and sweet, and cute, and you have
a wonderful voice! You're perfect, Yama!" he rushed to reassure his
friend. He only realized what he'd said when Yamato looked up at him,
slight wonder and dawning in his eyes. Ken blushed a lovely shade of
scarlet and looked at the ground again.
"You're gay, too? I didn't know. Does anyone know?" Yamato asked. Ken
shook his head and Yamato could see tears in his eyes. "Ken, what's
wrong?"
"N…n…nothing." He stammered.
"Liar. You're crying again. What's the matter?"
"I don't want anyone to know! Please, don't tell anyone! Please,
Yama!" he sobbed. "I didn't even mean to tell you! I don't want to
lose my friends over it!"
Yamato pulled Ken into his arms again.
"I won't tell anyone. I don't want you to tell anyone either. You'd
think that after the digiworld all of us would know everything there
was to know about each other. I guess we all have our secrets though,
don't we?" Yamato said, holding Ken close. Ken nodded. "Look at me,
Ken." Yamato whispered and placed a finger beneath Ken's chin. Ken
willingly tilted his face up to Yamato's. Yama leaned down and kissed
him. It was gentle and sweet.
Ken leaned further into Yamato, pressing his body to Yama's. Yamato
deepened the kiss. Ken moaned very quietly into Yamato's mouth. Yama
pulled him even closed, crushing them together. Ken yelped. Yamato
drew away quickly.
"I'm sorry, Ken! I forgot about your arm!" he rushed, leaning down to
see the arm and cast better.
"It's alright, I forgot about it, too." Ken muttered.
"Did…did you like that, Ken?" Yamato asked. His eyes were bright and
slightly glazed.
"Yes." Ken whispered. He had, very much. Hell! He went hard because
of that kiss! His first kiss. He looked at Yamato. He was hard, too.
Yamato saw where Ken was looking and blushed. Ken leaned forward,
careful of his arm, and kissed Yamato again. A light kiss, barely
brushing his lips. Yamato moaned quietly. He reached for Ken. Ken let
himself be pulled down. Yamato kissed a trail of fire along Ken's
face, down his neck. He carefully pushed up the sweatshirt and kissed
Ken's chest. He kissed a slow trail down his chest and over his
stomach. He pulled down the sweat pants and kissed Ken's thighs. Ken
moaned. Yamato looked up at him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No! Please Yama! Don't stop!" Ken begged, arching his back. Yamato
nodded and lowered his head again.
He made his way slowly over Ken's hips and thighs, always getting a
little closer to his erection. Ken moaned again. Yamato took his
erection into his mouth and began to suck on it, very lightly. Ken
nearly screamed. Yamato sucked a little harder, then let his tongue
flick along the underside. Ken was writhing now. Yamato sucked harder
and teased him until he came with a scream and a shudder into
Yamato's mouth. Yamato swallowed.
He rose up and looked down into Ken's eyes.
"Did you like that?" he asked. Ken nodded.
"What about you? You're still hard." Ken asked, his voice soft and a
bit husky.
"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to." He told Ken,
kissing him.
"I want to. I want to do for you what you did for me." Ken told him.
Yamato nodded. Ken fixed the sweats and gently pushed Yama down to
lay on the couch. He kissed Yama passionately then worked a trail of
fire to the other's collar. He slowly unbuttoned Yamato's shirt. He
kissed the flesh that he exposed and worked his way down Yamato's
body. Yamato moaned, quiet loudly. Ken slowly undid Yamato's jeans
and slid them down, kissing the exposed flesh of hips and thighs.
Yamato moaned again and bucked his hips slightly. Ken smiled and took
Yamato's erection into his mouth. He sucked hard. Yamato moaned again
and bucked his hips again. Ken withdrew and smiled.
"Please! Ken! Don't stop!" Yamato yelled.
Ken leaned back down and took Yamato into his mouth again. He sucked
hard and fast. It took a little time for Yamato to come. But when he
did, it was with a very loud scream and a violent shudder.
Apparently they had been a little too loud, because one of the
neighbors was pounding on the door.
Yamato did up his pants, but didn't bother with his shirt. "Go into
the bedroom or kitchen, if you don't want to be seen." He said and
went to answer the door.
"We know that you are a very promiscuous boy, but will you please
keep it down!" a sweet looking old lady yelled.
"Yes, Mrs. P." Yamato said and smiled at her. "It's just that I'm
with this new guy, and he's better than I thought he'd be." She
smiled.
"Well, I hope he's nice. And if he is, I hope you keep him. You need
a steady boy, not a lot of lovers, Matt." She replied. Ken decided
that he didn't want to hide from such a nice sounding lady. He
stepped out form behind the door.
"I'm sorry, madam. We really didn't mean to be so loud." He said.
Yamato blushed.
"Mrs. P, this is Ken Ichijiyouji." He said.
"I know the boy. He's the genius, the one whose mother recently died.
I'm sorry for your loss, son. Be good to him Matt, or you'll sorely
need a spanking." She smiled at both of them and left.
"Why'd you come out? I thought that you didn't want anyone to know."
Yamato asked Ken, confusion in his voice.
"Well, she knows about you, and besides, she should meet the person
that is being so loud that it disrupted whatever she was doing." Ken
responded, reaching around to close the door. As he turned to go back
into the living room Yamato grabbed him round the waist. He kissed
Ken's neck and let him go again.
"Just what, exactly, does our little…display, mean?" he asked Ken.
Ken turned to face him.
"I don't know. It could have been a one time thing, or we could start
seeing each other. I guess that it doesn't really matter. I mean,
I've never really thought about getting into a relationship before.
Is that what you want this to be?" Ken asked. Yamato didn't respond
right away. He thought about it first.
"Well…I would say, yes. We are in a relationship. But if that's the
case, I'll have to let the band know, after all, it would mean no
more one nighters with them. That wouldn't bother you, would it?"
"No. As long as the other digidestined didn't find out it wouldn't
bother me." Ken replied after a moment of thought. "A relationship
might be nice. Having some one to love might be nice." Yamato nodded
and hugged Ken.
"A relationship it is, then." Yamato whispered in his ear as the two
of them lay down on the couch together.
******
End Chapter One Part One.
Well? What do you think? Ken and Yama are only going to be together
for a few chapters, then they are going to break off so Ken can go
with someone else, though I haven't decided who. What do you people
think? I am going to try him with members of the band, eventually.
Who do you people think he should go with next? Did you like Chapter
One Part One or what? Review me! Please remember, I'm new to this, so
I'm not the best writer in the world. Review review review. If you
want info on the band, E-mail me and I'll send it to you. I'll have
pictures for the fic soon, too. Well, it is time for me to stop
writing and get into bed! I have work in the morning! Thanks for
reading! Next Part of Chapter One will be up within three weeks.
Arigatou. Next part will be up sooner here, I just left it in it's
original state. Please, let me know what you think. If you want to
flame and feal you must, E-mail me with it. Let me know who You want
Ken to be with next, that sort of thing, at Ayas_shaodw@y... if
you don't want to post it here.
Thanks. Arigato gozaimasu.
~*Aya*~^..^~meow
By: Aya's Shadow
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, though I wish I did. The band in
these fics, however, is MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! Sorry,
but they are. I do not own "Last Kiss" by "old fifties one hit
wonder" and remade by "Pearl Jam". I am referring to the "Pearl Jam"
version, I like it better.
I would like to inform you all that though this will eventually have
a steady Ken + someone coupling, I do not yet know who that someone
will be. It IS starting out YamaKen. This takes place six years after
season two. I thank whoever it is that made up the birthdays for the
digidestined that I'm using. Did you know that they don't official
birthdays? Ken has lost his mother in a car accident and wishes he
had died too. His father is never really home and ignores Ken. This
will take place over about one year's time. It starts on October 3rd.
I'm not sure yet as to weather or not there will be any scenes in
chapter one. So it's NC-17 just in case. After all, I do NOT want to
have to come back up here and fix my notes! I'm LAZY, Dammit! Well,
read and enjoy! If you don't like gay couples, then stop here!
Chapter one: Wandered Away From The Path
Ken sat on the edge of the bridge alone, looking out over the river.
The patterns on the surface of the rushing water were continually
changing with falling drops of rain. Changing patterns on the water's
surface, like the changing patterns of life. Those patterns had taken
his brother from him, made him a monster. Brought him back. Given him
friends. Stolen his mother.
Tears began to well up in his eyes. They started to trickle slowly
down his cheeks, mixing with the rain. His mother. He had only just
gotten her back, only just started to love her again. Then they had
gone out on a night like this. She hadn't come back. Rain had been
pouring heavily then, like it was now. She had decided to drive
rather than walk when she had needed to run to the store for the
finishing touches for dinner. He had gone with her.
They had been talking about school and his new friends. She had
looked at him to smile, turned back just in time to see the dog that
had run out in front of them. She had swerved to miss it. On the wet
roads she had lost control of her car. They had crashed. He had
blacked out.
He had woken up in the hospital. His face and right arm hurt, badly.
His father had been there, and the digidestined. All of them had been
waiting for him to wake up. All of them had been worried. And his
mother had died.
He shook his head, wanting to shake away the memories. The tears fell
faster, splashing on his hand with the rain. The warmth of the living
water mixing with the cold of the dead. He was chilled already, but
he didn't want to go back home. There wouldn't be anyone there to
great him. Not now. Not with his mother dead and his father always
away on business. His arm began to ache.
He looked down at the cast. The stupid cast, covered in plastic so
the rain wouldn't ruin it. The digidestined had signed it. All of
them.
"I should be getting in out of the rain. But…were could I go?" he
muttered to himself as a gust of wind nearly tore the plastic away
from his arm. He wasn't anywhere near home, he was in Odaiba. He had
come here hoping to meet up with some of the others when it had
started to rain, reminding him of that day nearly three moths ago. A
small sob escaped his lips. He had only had about six years with his
parents after being the Keizer. Not even that. It took him two years
to really care about them again. Four years just wasn't long enough.
Now she was gone.
"I should have died with her. The car was so mangled that it was a
miracle that I have as few injuries as I do. I should have died with
her! I shouldn't be here! I deserved to die with her!" he screamed
into the wind filled night and smashed his good fist into the
railing. Tears continued to pour down his face. He looked longingly
at the water. "I could just jump in, not try to save myself. I would
drown, or freeze. No one would care, not really. The others are still
not comfortable with me, not like they are with each other. They
never will be, after what I did to them. Dad really wouldn't care. He
doesn't even notice me any more." He spoke out loud again. It was a
habit that he had picked up after his mother died, to drown out the
looming silence of the apartment when there alone.
"Ken? Ken? That you?" the voice came out of the darkness around him,
questioning. Ken turned to see who it was. It sounded like Yamato. He
saw a tall form running towards him, trying to keep its hood up to
keep the rain out.
"Yes. It's me." he said as the person, he was right, it was Yamato,
came close enough to talk to.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home? I thought that
you weren't supposed to be out in weather like this."
"I'm not. It wasn't raining when I left though. That started as I
reached the bridge. So I stopped to watch the river."
"You look like you've been crying. What's wrong Ken?"
"No one has told you why I'm not allowed out in weather like this,
have they?"
Yamato shook his head.
"It's because I sometimes re-live that day, you know, the crash. I
just sort of stop, freeze up, and think back on it. So far I've
almost been hit by a car, stopped mid-step on a flight of wet stairs,
and almost been blown into the river by strong winds. I can't help
it, I just start to think about how it was raining like this that
night and I get sucked into the memories."
Matt nodded again.
"That still doesn't explain why you look like hell."
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die." Ken said in a far away voice,
more to himself than to Yamato. Yamato stepped up to Ken and wrapped
his arms around him.
"Oh Ken! Don't talk like that. All of the digidestined want you here.
All of us are happy that you didn't die. We would have missed you if
you'd died. We've all forgiven you for what you did as the Keizer.
Come on, you can come with me to my band's rehearsal. We're at my
apartment, but I was a little later than I meant to be with Takeru
just now. Mom took a little longer than she was supposed to getting
home." Yamato hugged him close then carefully guided him in the
direction of his apartment.
"Why would you have to stay with Takeru?" Ken asked, worried.
"He's got a nasty cold, that's all. Mom doesn't want him left on his
own because of it."
"Oh." After that they walked the rest of the way to Yamato's
apartment in silence. Yamato pulled out his keys as they mounted the
stairs in the building to get to the third floor.
"We're here. I'll get you some dry clothes to put on, they'll be a
little too long, but I don't want you to catch a cold." Yamato said
as he opened the door. The lights were already on, the band already
there.
"Oooohhh! Look! Yama's brought home a new toy for us to try!" Ame
called as they entered the main living area.
"Shut up, Ame! You all know Ken. He got caught in the storm so I
brought him home. Be nice!" he snapped, good naturedly "I never
should have given you all copies of the key! Come on Ken, let's get
you into some dry clothes." He took Ken's hand and led him into the
bedroom.
"Can you take off the sling long enough to change?"
"Yah. I only need it when I'm going somewhere, or I'm sleeping." Ken
said as he fumbled with the wet plastic then the wet clasp. Yamato
gently helped undo the clasp and remove the sling.
"Do you need any help getting your shirt un-buttoned?"
Ken shook his head and struggled with the buttons. Yamato sighed and
helped Ken strip out of his soaked clothes.
"I'll take you home after practice, if it stops raining. You are NOT
going to leave here in the rain without a coat." Yamato said, his
voice telling Ken that he would accept no argument.
"Okay. Not like dad's home to worry anyway." He said bitterly.
"Is he away on business again?" Yamato asked, helping Ken into a set
of his sweats. Ken nodded. "Would you like to come in and watch us
practice, or do you want to stay back here?" Yamato asked, changing
subjects as he saw tears forming in Ken's eyes.
"I'll watch you practice, if you don't mind." Ken said and followed
Yamato into the main room again. Yamato smiled back at him.
"Not at all. Just ignore the stupidity of the band, if you can.
They're likely to flirt and make outrageous comments."
"We are NOT! He's yours! Don't want your cast-offs!" Ame shouted. Ken
flinched. That was all he'd ever be, a cast-off. A cast-off of life.
Tears welled up again. His eyes began to glitter with the un-shed
tears.
"Ame! Shut up! He's not used to humor like that and he's been very
depressed besides!" Yamato said as he punched him in the face.
"OW! YAMA-TO! That hurt!" Ame called from the floor.
"Well, then, SHUT UP! Let's practice. And, don't forget, LEAVE KEN
ALONE!" Yamato stormed as he walked over to where Ken was slumped on
the floor. He put an arm around him and hugged him. "It's alright,
Ken, they don't mean it, I promise. They just don't know how to be
nice, that's all. Ignore them, alright?" Yamato's voice was low and
soothing. Ken nodded, brushing the un-shed tears away. He got up and
sat on the couch.
Yamato walked back over to the band, who were now behaving. "Let's
get started. We've only got two hours before all the neighbors get
home from work and we have to quiet down." No one argued with him.
They were still deciding weather or not they wanted to risk having
the same fate as Ame.
Practice went well. By the time the band had finished Ken was sound
asleep on the couch.
"Hey, Yama, apologize to the kid for me, will ya? I didn't mean to
upset him. I really didn't. I was only teasing. Really." Ame said as
he stood with his hand on the doorknob. The other's had already left.
"Sure. Just, leave him alone, alright. He's still dealing with his
mother's death." Yamato said quietly walking up to him so he could
lock the door once Ame had gone.
"He…he lost his mom?" Ame asked, eyes wide.
"Yes. Three months ago. The two of them were in an accident. Ken got
out alright, just a gash in his face, the little scar next to his
mouth, and a broken arm. She didn't live long enough to make it to
the hospital. It hit him hard."
"He's Ken Ichijiyouji, right? The kid that ran away?"
Yamato nodded.
"It took him two years to fix things with his parents. He managed to
fix things completely only about four years ago. He doesn't think
that it was long enough. He also doesn't think that it's fair that he
lived and she died. I'm going to keep him here tonight, and tomorrow
if I can, you know, while his dad's out of town. Oh, well. I'd better
move him to my bed, he'll be more comfortable there. See you
tomorrow, Ame." Ame nodded and left the apartment.
Yamato shut the door and locked it. He then carefully picked up Ken
and carried him into the bedroom. He tucked Ken in carefully. He
kissed the younger boy on the forehead unconsciously, and went in to
make himself a bed on the couch.
He lay awake for a few hours, thinking. Thinking about what Ken had
said to him.
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
`Oh, Ken. How could none of us have noticed that you felt that way
after she died? I thought that it was you I saw, slowly leaning
further and further over the railing of the bridge. I don't know why,
but I just knew that that person was you. You looked like you were
thinking about tumbling in. Maybe you were. Oh, Ken! I'll have to
talk to the others about this.'
"I started to think about mother. How she died and I didn't. That
lead to how awful I was as the Digimon Keizer. I've been awful. I
should have died, deserved to die."
Yamato fell asleep with Ken's words swirling around in his head.
******
Ken woke with a start. He could swear that he heard that song! The
one that had been playing on the radio when they had crashed. He
hated that song.
The squealing' tire, the bustin' glass. Those are the sounds that I
heard last.
`No! Go away! Get out!
Where oh where can my baby be? The lord took her away from me.
He didn't want to hear that song. They had been listening to a song
about a person dying in a car crash, then they had crashed and she
had died. Tears began to stream down his face again.
"Dad?" he called, then he looked around. He knew he wasn't home, this
place didn't feel like his room. Then he remembered the afternoon
before. He was at Yamato's. But he wasn't on the couch. He was in a
bed. Yamato must have put him in his bed.
Ken slowly climbed out of the bed. His feet hit the cold wood of the
floor. He yelped at the cold. He slowly walked through the room. He
saw Yamato, asleep on the couch. He looked uncomfortable, cold. Ken
realized that he was shaking. It was cold out here. He couldn't let
Yamato freeze for him. He carefully sat on the edge of the couch. A
gentle shake didn't succeed in waking the other. Ken looked at the
width of the couch. It looked wide enough for two, if he was careful.
He slid in beside Yamato and curled into him. Yamato stopped
shivering and reached out to wrap his arms round Ken. Ken sighed and
fell asleep again.
His dreams were not haunted this time. Instead, they were pleasant.
In them he had friends, people who loved him very much.
******
Yamato smiled as he woke slowly. He knew it was morning, although he
could still hear rain pattering against the window. That was odd, his
room didn't have any windows. Oh well. It didn't matter. He had a
very soft, warm body next to his, curled into him, head on his
shoulder, sound asleep. He didn't remember taking anyone to bed, but
that didn't matter either. He obviously had. Maybe he had been drunk.
He tried to think of the young man's name. He should at least
remember that much!
Try though he might, he just couldn't remember a possible name for
the person he was in bed with. The only name that came to mind was
that of Ken Ichijiyouji. And that couldn't be right. Ken wasn't gay,
not that anyone knew, anyway. He stirred enough to sit up a bit and
SEE who was in bed with him. Sure enough, the young man lying so
contentedly in his arms was Ken. Then the night before came back to
him in a rush as came fully awake.
`How the HELL did Ken end up on the couch with me?!' he thought
frantically to himself. He jumped off the couch so fast that Ken fell
to the floor with him. His arm slammed into the couch.
"AHH!" Ken yelled as the pain shooting up his arm jolted him awake.
He slowly sat up and cradled his right arm with his left, looking
confused. "Where…?" he started, then realization dawned on him as he
came fully awake and the pain settled to a dull ache.
"I…I'm sorry, Yama! I woke from a nightmare and wanted a glass of
water. I saw you lying on the couch out here, looking so cold, so I
got in with you, to keep you warm! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend
you!" he rushed to say, tears trickling down his cheeks. Yamato's
eyes went wide as he realized what Ken was thinking.
"No! Ken! You didn't offend me! I swear! It just startled me to find
you there! That's all! Really! How…how's your arm? I made you hit it
pretty hard, didn't I?" He rushed, gathering Ken into his arms again.
"It..It hurts a little." Ken sniffed.
"I'm sorry, Ken. Do you have your pain pills with you?"
Ken shook his head.
"Would you like some aspirin then?"
Ken nodded. Yamato left for the bathroom. Ken struggled out of the
blankets and onto the couch. He was sitting there when Yamato came
back in, holding two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the
other.
"Here." He said, handing the pills to Ken. Once he swallowed the
pills, Yamato handed him the water.
"Would you like to stay here today? I haven't got any plans, and you
are off today." Yamato asked cautiously.
"Yes. Please?" Ken responded, a pleading note in his voice.
"Of course. We can go visit the others together, if you want. Or we
can just hang here. I just thought that you may be getting a bit sick
of being alone all the time." Yamato said and hugged him again. This
time Ken hugged him back. Yamato let go of Ken and went to make them
something to eat. Ken sat on the couch and just let his mind go
blank, listening to Yamato sing in the other room.
"Ken? How many eggs do you want?" Yamato shouted form the kitchen.
Ken smiled. He did have a friend, someone that cared.
"Um…One will be fine!" He shouted back. Yamato started to sing again.
Ken smiled and listened. Yamato was singing a song he had written
ages ago, though he wouldn't say who for. It was called Butterfly.
Ken relaxed, let his head fall back to be supported by the back of
the couch. Within moments he had dozed off.
******
Yamato practically danced around the kitchen, making french-toast and
eggs for both of them. He liked good, heavy, American breakfasts.
They stayed with you longer. That way, if he ended up busy, he didn't
have to worry about lunch.
Once the food was finished and served, he carefully carried both
plates around the corner and into the living room. Ken was asleep
again. Yamato smiled to himself, that was a good sign. It was
probably the most he had slept since his mother had died. He
carefully set the plates on the floor.
"Ken? Ken? Come on, wake up." He said, gently shaking Ken's shoulder.
Ken woke slowly, delicate lashes fluttering up.
"Hi, Yama." He said around a yawn and smiled. Yamato smiled back.
"Food's done. Here." He handed Ken his plate. The two of them ate in
silence. Once Ken had finished he set his plate down on the floor.
"Yama?" he asked, his voice very quiet.
"Yes?" Yamato responded around a mouthful of egg, the last bit of
food he had.
"Did it bother you so much? Waking up to find me in bed with you, I
mean?" he asked, eyes glued to his lap.
"Ken…I…no. It just startled me, that's all. I'm used to waking up to
find guys in bed with me, actually. Just not ones that I know well,
outside of the band." Yamato answered, his eyes glued to the
floor. "I was just startled to find you there. You're so young, so
damned innocent. I don't like finding guys your age in my bed. You're
only seventeen! I'm nineteen, I'll be twenty this year." Ken looked
up at Yamato, his eyes a little wide.
`Yamato is gay. I did not know that. I wish that I had. I still would
have gotten into bed with him, but I don't think that I would have
stayed as long as I did. Not that I minded staying. He IS cute. It's
just…I don't think that I'm ready for people to find out that I am,
too. I don't want to lose all of my friends so shortly after losing
mother.'
"Ken?" Yamato's voice broke into his thoughts. "What are you
thinking? You don't…you don't hate me now, do you?" his voice was
quiet.
Ken looked up, startled.
"No! I don't hate you! How could I? You're one of the few friends
that I have! Besides, you're funny, and sweet, and cute, and you have
a wonderful voice! You're perfect, Yama!" he rushed to reassure his
friend. He only realized what he'd said when Yamato looked up at him,
slight wonder and dawning in his eyes. Ken blushed a lovely shade of
scarlet and looked at the ground again.
"You're gay, too? I didn't know. Does anyone know?" Yamato asked. Ken
shook his head and Yamato could see tears in his eyes. "Ken, what's
wrong?"
"N…n…nothing." He stammered.
"Liar. You're crying again. What's the matter?"
"I don't want anyone to know! Please, don't tell anyone! Please,
Yama!" he sobbed. "I didn't even mean to tell you! I don't want to
lose my friends over it!"
Yamato pulled Ken into his arms again.
"I won't tell anyone. I don't want you to tell anyone either. You'd
think that after the digiworld all of us would know everything there
was to know about each other. I guess we all have our secrets though,
don't we?" Yamato said, holding Ken close. Ken nodded. "Look at me,
Ken." Yamato whispered and placed a finger beneath Ken's chin. Ken
willingly tilted his face up to Yamato's. Yama leaned down and kissed
him. It was gentle and sweet.
Ken leaned further into Yamato, pressing his body to Yama's. Yamato
deepened the kiss. Ken moaned very quietly into Yamato's mouth. Yama
pulled him even closed, crushing them together. Ken yelped. Yamato
drew away quickly.
"I'm sorry, Ken! I forgot about your arm!" he rushed, leaning down to
see the arm and cast better.
"It's alright, I forgot about it, too." Ken muttered.
"Did…did you like that, Ken?" Yamato asked. His eyes were bright and
slightly glazed.
"Yes." Ken whispered. He had, very much. Hell! He went hard because
of that kiss! His first kiss. He looked at Yamato. He was hard, too.
Yamato saw where Ken was looking and blushed. Ken leaned forward,
careful of his arm, and kissed Yamato again. A light kiss, barely
brushing his lips. Yamato moaned quietly. He reached for Ken. Ken let
himself be pulled down. Yamato kissed a trail of fire along Ken's
face, down his neck. He carefully pushed up the sweatshirt and kissed
Ken's chest. He kissed a slow trail down his chest and over his
stomach. He pulled down the sweat pants and kissed Ken's thighs. Ken
moaned. Yamato looked up at him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No! Please Yama! Don't stop!" Ken begged, arching his back. Yamato
nodded and lowered his head again.
He made his way slowly over Ken's hips and thighs, always getting a
little closer to his erection. Ken moaned again. Yamato took his
erection into his mouth and began to suck on it, very lightly. Ken
nearly screamed. Yamato sucked a little harder, then let his tongue
flick along the underside. Ken was writhing now. Yamato sucked harder
and teased him until he came with a scream and a shudder into
Yamato's mouth. Yamato swallowed.
He rose up and looked down into Ken's eyes.
"Did you like that?" he asked. Ken nodded.
"What about you? You're still hard." Ken asked, his voice soft and a
bit husky.
"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to." He told Ken,
kissing him.
"I want to. I want to do for you what you did for me." Ken told him.
Yamato nodded. Ken fixed the sweats and gently pushed Yama down to
lay on the couch. He kissed Yama passionately then worked a trail of
fire to the other's collar. He slowly unbuttoned Yamato's shirt. He
kissed the flesh that he exposed and worked his way down Yamato's
body. Yamato moaned, quiet loudly. Ken slowly undid Yamato's jeans
and slid them down, kissing the exposed flesh of hips and thighs.
Yamato moaned again and bucked his hips slightly. Ken smiled and took
Yamato's erection into his mouth. He sucked hard. Yamato moaned again
and bucked his hips again. Ken withdrew and smiled.
"Please! Ken! Don't stop!" Yamato yelled.
Ken leaned back down and took Yamato into his mouth again. He sucked
hard and fast. It took a little time for Yamato to come. But when he
did, it was with a very loud scream and a violent shudder.
Apparently they had been a little too loud, because one of the
neighbors was pounding on the door.
Yamato did up his pants, but didn't bother with his shirt. "Go into
the bedroom or kitchen, if you don't want to be seen." He said and
went to answer the door.
"We know that you are a very promiscuous boy, but will you please
keep it down!" a sweet looking old lady yelled.
"Yes, Mrs. P." Yamato said and smiled at her. "It's just that I'm
with this new guy, and he's better than I thought he'd be." She
smiled.
"Well, I hope he's nice. And if he is, I hope you keep him. You need
a steady boy, not a lot of lovers, Matt." She replied. Ken decided
that he didn't want to hide from such a nice sounding lady. He
stepped out form behind the door.
"I'm sorry, madam. We really didn't mean to be so loud." He said.
Yamato blushed.
"Mrs. P, this is Ken Ichijiyouji." He said.
"I know the boy. He's the genius, the one whose mother recently died.
I'm sorry for your loss, son. Be good to him Matt, or you'll sorely
need a spanking." She smiled at both of them and left.
"Why'd you come out? I thought that you didn't want anyone to know."
Yamato asked Ken, confusion in his voice.
"Well, she knows about you, and besides, she should meet the person
that is being so loud that it disrupted whatever she was doing." Ken
responded, reaching around to close the door. As he turned to go back
into the living room Yamato grabbed him round the waist. He kissed
Ken's neck and let him go again.
"Just what, exactly, does our little…display, mean?" he asked Ken.
Ken turned to face him.
"I don't know. It could have been a one time thing, or we could start
seeing each other. I guess that it doesn't really matter. I mean,
I've never really thought about getting into a relationship before.
Is that what you want this to be?" Ken asked. Yamato didn't respond
right away. He thought about it first.
"Well…I would say, yes. We are in a relationship. But if that's the
case, I'll have to let the band know, after all, it would mean no
more one nighters with them. That wouldn't bother you, would it?"
"No. As long as the other digidestined didn't find out it wouldn't
bother me." Ken replied after a moment of thought. "A relationship
might be nice. Having some one to love might be nice." Yamato nodded
and hugged Ken.
"A relationship it is, then." Yamato whispered in his ear as the two
of them lay down on the couch together.
******
End Chapter One Part One.
Well? What do you think? Ken and Yama are only going to be together
for a few chapters, then they are going to break off so Ken can go
with someone else, though I haven't decided who. What do you people
think? I am going to try him with members of the band, eventually.
Who do you people think he should go with next? Did you like Chapter
One Part One or what? Review me! Please remember, I'm new to this, so
I'm not the best writer in the world. Review review review. If you
want info on the band, E-mail me and I'll send it to you. I'll have
pictures for the fic soon, too. Well, it is time for me to stop
writing and get into bed! I have work in the morning! Thanks for
reading! Next Part of Chapter One will be up within three weeks.
Arigatou. Next part will be up sooner here, I just left it in it's
original state. Please, let me know what you think. If you want to
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Ken to be with next, that sort of thing, at Ayas_shaodw@y... if
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Thanks. Arigato gozaimasu.
~*Aya*~^..^~meow