Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Romanced ❯ Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: All of you know that I don't own Digimon, Digimon is Akiyoshi Hongo's creation and I don't know who else. This is yaoi (boyxboy), Taito, Kensuke (sort of), Yamaken and Taisuke.

I don't own the musicle Notre Dame de Paris, Tu vas me détruitre (You Will Destroy Me) is sung by Frolo (the name of the singer escaped my line of studies ^^). The excerp is my translation, and no, I couldn't take anything else 'cause I've been studying it for… long time…

Romanced by Wormmonsoul

part 1 Coming of Christmas
chapter 2

Yes, Christmas approached inevitably like Apocalymon.
Yamato, having run out of wits from constant thoughts about presents, decided to execute a spy operation at Ken's house. The best he could come up with was a book but Ken had tons of books he'd heard. Clutching a note from Daisuke with Ken's address written on it, he now stood in front of the door to Ichijouji's apartment.
The door was answered by a pleasant looking woman, Ken's mother.
"I'm Ishida Yamato, a friend of Ken from Odaiba," he declared and was heartily admitted into Ken's room. It was a cozy little room, with a balcony, a desk with a computer, really many books and a bunk bed over the balcony door.
"Hello, Yamato!" Ken rose surprised from his desk.
"Good to see you, Ken."
The boys glared at each other in embarrassment - no one knew what to start with. Ken's stomach curled when he noticed the present he had bought for Yamato freely placed on his bed. It was meant to be a surprise and Ken intended to meticulously keep it at that.
"It's strange that you called on me." Ken said uncomfortably. He moved in the opposite direction of the bed.
"I was just walking by," Yamato lied explicitly.
"OK, I'll bring on tea, if you'd like."
"OK!" the older boy agreed eagerly.
"Let's go to the kitchen?" Ken smiled with relief.
"Uhm..." the blonde scratched the back of his head in confusion. "Wouldn't it be wrong to disturb your mother?"
Ken clenched his fist. "Fine, let's have tea here... Would you wash your hands?"
Clever. Yamato grudgingly exited the room without even checking on the bookstalls.
Ken climbed on his bed and hid the present under the blanket. He doubted Yamato would request lying down and having a nap. The boy's hand lingered on the soft fabric of his pillow and a dreamy look came into his eyes..
Yamato... on his bed... Anyone on his bed would suffice.
Ken had a lot of problems. Overcoming his hyper puberty thing was one of them especially if it didn't make much difference to his willful body whether his eyes strayed to a well-shaped girl's figure of well-shaped boy's figure.
*I'm not gay!* Ken stubbornly repeated to himself.
Yamato peeked in the room and Ken quickly jumped down on the floor.
"I'll go get tea.. Make yourself at home.." he gestured to the carpet. Yamato nodded reassuringly. The moment Ken closed the door behind himself, Yamato rushed to his table.
"Books, books," he muttered, opening drawers. "Hell, a lot of books. Not good. What else? CDs, computer magazines, this guy knows what being an expert is about, 'Playboy'.... Erm, 'PLAYBOY'?!!! Gee.... Hmmm... Interesting...."
"What if our Ken-sama is interested in girls?" Yamato thought aloud. "He's hit the age after all.. Can I turn the knowledge to my profit?..."
Yamato retreated to the wall and thoroughly checked the room. His hand accidentally ran on the footsteps leading to the upper bunk.. Yamato climbed two steps high and found himself in an ideal spot for surveying the whole room.
"There is something missing here..." he reflected.
*Maybe, he needs toys? Girls adore toys.. That's why Takeru wants one, I bet. So that he can invite the girls from his class over and have them drool over his teddy bear...*
He imagined Ken cuddling a teddy bear and cooing - How am I to name you, sweetie? Tommy?
Urgh. Not to mention how much of embarrassment Ken would experience if Yamato did give a genius kid with IQ three times his own a teddy bear... Miyako would die laughing.
Although those thoughts made him chuckle, Yamato continued the observation. He took a liking to this room. Intimate with its dim light... and just maybe Ken with his teddy bear would fit perfectly. Cute. Cooing. Big amethyst eyes that concealed licks of fire under the cold surface...
Yamato inwardly groaned. He couldn't be thinking about guys in that way again... He believed it was over with after the first trip to the Digiworld... with Taichi, who DID seem a tad too sexy for his liking... No more naughty Taichi references, Yamato ordered himself sternly.
Back to Ken.
He certainly won't be cooing. Ken's neither Daisuke nor Taichi's kind. Several traits made him like Jyou but they weren't many... actually, Ken reminded him more of Sora in her best moments..
At that instant Ken entered into the room, carrying a tea tray, and nearly toppled over noticing Yamato carelessly draped over the footsteps of his bed. Yamato snapped out of his reveries.
Ken put the tray down trying to breathe as innocently as possible, but risking a few glances to check on Yamato. He wondered if Yamato HAD climbed into his bed during his absence.
*He's not a pervert, he's not you!* his inner voice kicked in.
The boys sipped on the tea silently. They didn't have a wide range of topics to dwell on. Yamato could ramble about music but Ken had no idea of music, and Ken could vividly describe an encyclopedia but Yamato hardly knew this word existed.
"I think it was a good time we had in Mexico," Yamato said after a long spell of silence.
"Yes, I like traveling. We hadn't seen much of each other since though."
"Uhu, how's your Spanish?" Yamato decided to bring up a question session now. If he gathered enough intelligence, he'd calculate on the present.
"Good. I took up French."
"French? That's very nice. My grandparents live in France somewhere... Say something in French..."
Ken took a deep breath.

"Cet océan de passion
Qui déferle dans mes veines
Qui cause ma déraison
Ma déroute, ma déveine.
Doucement j'y plongerai
Sans qu'une main me retienne
Lentement je m'y noierai
Sans qu'un remords ne me vienne..."

Ken declared dreamily. Yamato gaped at him. "Can you translate?"
Ken studied his hands breathlessly and blurted away,

"This ocean of passion
That rages in my veins
And causes my madness
My confusion, my bad luck
I sweetly plunge in there
And no one holds me back
Slowly darkness takes me
But I have no regrets..."

*This guy is wronged big time,* Yamato noted. "So, do you still play soccer?"
"A bit. Daisuke's better than me at it."
"Yeah," Yamato said. "It's a nice room you have, balcony and all."
"I think it lacks something," Ken looked around.
"A Pet? Toys? Books? Girls' photos?" demanded Yamato. Ken gaped at him and promptly shut his mouth.
"Maybe," Ken shrugged. "I'm not too comfortable around girls. I'm too involved in studying."
"Yeah, you should go out more often," agreed Yamato thinking, *I am as well not very comfortable around girls, I have a band and Sora. And Taichi.. Who am I to advise him anyway?*
"I think, Miyako likes you a lot," Yamato said. Ken blushed.
*He's cute.* *Hey, that's been second time!* *Ah well, just a random thought.* Yamato tried to convince himself, at the same time willing his arguing inner voice to shut up.
"It's not true," Ken protested weakly.
"Sora told me."
"She did?"
"Yeah, she also told me Daisuke likes you a lot... As a friend," Yamato added hurriedly. Ken studied him from under the slant line of dark hair over his face. Yamato felt blood rush to his face. He didn't mean it like that.
"I'd better move on," he stood up and put the cup on the tray. "Thanks for the tea. See ya."
"By the way," Yamato turned from the door in the last attempt to break the uncomfortable pause. "What are you planning for Christmas? I mean..err.. are you New Chosen going somewhere?"
*That's a perfectly idiotic thing to ask - wouldn't Takeru tell you anyway?!* *.. Oh, shut up.*
Ken stopped at the door, "Not really."
It was an awkwardly drawn conversation. Ken felt obliged to say something longer than two words. He didn't expect his mouth open and blurt out, "My parents are going to spend Christmas Eve out, so I'm alone in the apartment and open to propositions."
Ken blushed all over. How could he let it slip in that suggestive way!!!
"Give my regards to Takeru," he said hastily and closed the door after the older boy. No, he didn't mean it to sound like that! Especially to Ishida Yamato!... Ken leant his back on the door and heaved a sigh.
Back then, a month ago Daisuke being in a particular stupid and horny mood said, Taichi and Yamato were so close they must have really hit it, wasn't that obvious? and Miyako punched him and called him a pervert. Ken had suspicions on the subject. Everybody did. Half of the Teenage Wolves fans believed in the fact and rejoiced that Yamato was gay.
And what was wrong with Yamato today? Calling on him out of the blue? Fishy comments? What, did Yamato made passes on him? Ken shook his head slowly. Idiot. Moron. Imbecile. Why did he tell Yamato about his parents? He didn't cherish the dream of opening the door to the cool blonde singer on Christmas Eve and roll in the bed later...Or he did. A little. Hell, he could write books on his plans to seduce Daisuke.
What happened after the first DNA evolution... Whatever. Daisuke may say anything his heart wishes, but Ken would never forget the look in Daisuke's dark confused eyes. It was a relief that the others managed to DNA evolve their digimon... But what if it wasn't his sick fantasies and there was something of gay in it?
Back to Taichi and Yamato - did they have a relationship in earnest?

tsuzuku...