Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ Chapter 2

Chapter 2

List of things need to be a normal kid:Like sports (play one) like video games (bloody ones) have or like a girl have a rival hate your sibling hate school

I don't think I could hate my Oneesama, she's too important to me. I like soccer, and video games. I don't really like a girl enough to chase her around like an idiot…Hikari!!! Hikari's nice and everyone likes her! Yes, I'll chase after her and since everyone likes her I'll have tons of rivals!

***

Daisuke was tired; very, very tired. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep. It had been a trying day for him. One that involved a couple of bullies and Jun. He sighed, he knew Jun meant well but she did really have to beat them up? They really weren't hurting him in any way. She had overreacted. But he knew that there was no way to stop her when she was worked up, so all he could do was stand there and watch.

Daisuke sighed once more and sat down on one of the park benches. He was so tired and he didn't want to walk anymore. He didn't even know where Jun was, all he knew was that the boys had run off and Jun, who had yet to feel avenge, ran after them.

"Get back here you ass lickers, and apologize to my brother!!" She had cried as she disappeared around the corner, leaving Daisuke to carry all of their stuff home.

"I know she means well but come on!" Daisuke groaned closing his eyes.

"Oi!!! Abunee!!" Daisuke looked up at the cry to look out and saw a round, black and white blur flying at top speed towards his face.

"Itai!" Daisuke cried out placing his hand over his nose. It wasn't bleeding but it still hurt like hell. His eyes were shut tightly and he wasn't paying attention to anything but the pain in his nose. So he wasn't aware of the things going on around him.

"Daijoubu desu ka?" Daisuke slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring into large, worried, amber ones.

She was very beautiful, with large amber eyes and light brown hair cut short with two ear tails hanging from the sides of her face. She was dressed in a yellow tank top and pink short and there was a whistle hanging form around her neck. Her face was around and her voice was soft.

"Is your nose broken?" She sound a little more worried then before. Daisuke then realized he was holding his nose and quickly released it. Then shook his head rather rapidly, she smiled in relief.

"I'm sorry about that. My brother kicked the ball to hard." Before he could reply, a much deeper and raspy voice spoke.

"Don't blame this on me 'Kari! You're the one that can't catch."

Coming towards them was a boy a few years older then them. He was darker then the girl but had the same round face and amber eyes. His hair was also a darker shade of brown and there were large, round, goggles perched on his head.

"Oi kimi, daijoubu?" The boy asked, not looking very worried but at least ashamed. Daisuke looked at the other boy and then at the girl.

"Yeah."

Daisuke bent down and picked up the soccer ball as the two kids fought with each other on whose fault it was that he was hit. He watched them as they fought, a little bit confused on why they would be fighting so much over something so trivial. He had said that he was all right so why didn't they just let it go?

"Ano…" Daisuke said in a tone so soft that it could have been missed, which it was. The two kids continued to argue as though he wasn't even there. He rolled his eyes.

"Daisuke, you must command respect!" He could hear his sister's voice in his head. How many times had she told him that? "Yell if you have to. Be obnoxious and overbearing, whatever it takes to make sure they notice you! If you got something to say they better be listening, ne?"

Daisuke was never one for yelling, mostly because he found that it never accomplished anything. So he stopped yelling many years ago. But then, what was happening now had nothing to do with screaming for help or for mercy. He knew he was being silly for even comparing those two things and thinking about the past never accomplished anything either, but could not help it.

He sighed and decided to put Jun's advice into action.

"Oi!!" He cried out. The two bickering children immediately stopped and looked at him. He grinned a little, happy that it had worked and they weren't fighting anymore.

"I said I was fine." He continued. "No biggy." He extended his hands, which were holding the soccer ball.

The girl was the first to recover, smiling brightly at him. Then the other who apologized and grinned a goofy grin before taking the ball from him.

"My name is Yagami Hikari." The girl said extending her hand towards him. "I think we're in the same class, three dash five?"

Daisuke looked at her for a long moment, a little surprised by her actions and also trying to place her face. He had yet to make any friends in his class, but that was mainly because he wasn't every social in class. He was still somewhat afraid of people's reactions towards him and he was pretty sure most people were too afraid of Jun to risk invoking her wrath by getting to close to him.

"Motomiya Daisuke." He said. It had taken quite sometime for him to get use to the new name. But he liked it, he felt like he had been reborn because of it.

She smiled at him. "This is my brother Yagami Taichi."

"Yo." He said and Daisuke nodded in his direction, grinning broadly.

"You play?" Taichi asked, indicating to the soccer ball in his hand. Daisuke nodded.

"A little." Taichi grinned.

"Great. Wanna play? Hikari can't play for shit and I need to practice." Hikari made a face at her brother right then.

Daisuke looked at them for a moment, trying to decide whether to except or decline. There was a part of him that told him not to, that was the part of him that was very suspicious and trusted no one. But there was a part of him that urged him to take the chance, to make friends. That was the part of him that was tried of being lonely.

***

"I can't believe that Hikari gave you this picture!" Daisuke exclaimed looking at the picture taken so many years ago.

Takeru had brought his picture album with him that night, after finding it under his bed. What it had been doing down there he had no idea but when he had found it and seen the picture he had to go over and see Daisuke. The other reason why he had gone out on such a dreadful night.

"I don't know, I think it's a rather flattering picture." Takeru said grinning evilly. Daisuke punched him playfully in the arm. "And Taichi makes a perfect double with you."

"No one sees this." Daisuke said in a low voice. Takeru just grinned at him. "Y'know during the next meeting, I could always bring up last Christmas at the Ishidas." He looked up at the ceiling. "Those were some interesting positions you and Yamato were in."

Takeru gasped. "We weren't doing anything!!"

"Sure didn't look that way when I came in. And what was with those guilty expressions?"

"What guilty expressions?"

"The ones that I'll tell everyone you guys had if that picture ever sees the light of day again."

Takeru gasped again. He then stood and jumped towards Daisuke who moved quickly out of the way. Daisuke laughed as Takeru chased him around the small loft.

Takeru grinned as he chased his friend. This was the way he always wanted to see Daisuke, smiling and laughing. He didn't want to see that tortured look in his eyes that he had seen so many years ago, when Ken stopped being the Digimon Kaiser.

***

"Daisuke, what's wrong?" Takeru sat down next to his friend who had not said a word to him all day. This usually didn't bother Takeru, Daisuke had always been strange and never really liked to talk when he didn't have anything to say, yet the boy hated silence, which always had messed him up. But Daisuke had always said hi to him in the morning and always sat next to him and Hikari during lunch, something he didn't do on that day.

Daisuke looked at him and Takeru winced at the visible pain in those chocolate, brown eyes. Daisuke said nothing, just looked at him as if he was trying to pierce into his soul and learn every one of his deepest, darkest secrets. This, of course, unnerved Takeru.

"Daisuke…" Takeru said, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. "What's up? Something happen at home? I thought you'd be more happy now that we defeated the Kaiser."

Daisuke sighed and smiled, looking at the school. He closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head on the tree's trunk.

"Daisuke?" Takeru asked now beginning to worry about his friend.

"I wonder how he's doing?"

"Who?"

"Ichijouji-san." Takeru shrugged and looked away. So that was what was bothering him. Takeru frowned a little, his mind wandering back to the day Ken stopped being the Digimon Kaiser. It had been a strange day, a day where Takeru's angered had soared. He had lost control and confronted the Kaiser.

Takeru was still angry with the Kaiser-Ken, now-he still could not forgive him for what he had done to all those Digimon and to the Chosen Children. But Daisuke had already forgiven him, much to Takeru's confusion and chagrin. How could he forgive him so quickly, Ken had tortured Daisuke more then any of them, Ken had betrayed his trust, Ken had done things that had almost brought him to tears. So how could he have forgiven him so quickly, what could he see that Takeru could not?

"Plotting his revenge against us?" Takeru shrugged.

"TK!" Takeru turned to find brown eyes glaring down at him. Though Takeru was already aware that Daisuke was angry with him. The red head him never called him 'TK" unless he was extremely angry with him or disappointed with him. "He's changed, TK."

"Daisuke, how can you tell?" Takeru asked. Daisuke had been trying to make friends with Ken since he stopped being the Kaiser. What could he see that no one else could?

"You saw him with Wormmon." Daisuke said, folding his arms across his chest. "He was hurt. He felt pain. He was being-" Daisuke stopped there as if something had been caught in his throat. He took a deep breath.

"He was being used…" he said softly.

"How can you tell? You know nothing about him to be making such an assumption."

Daisuke glared at him. "TK, I know when someone's being used. And he was being used!"

"Daisuke…"

A sigh. "Forget it, Takeru." He looked at Takeru, smiling. Takeru glared at him, he wasn't fooled by that smile. It wasn't the same as all the others. That smile didn't brightening Daisuke's face; it didn't reach his eyes. That wasn't the same smile that warmed Takeru's heart, it was a different one. One that was being strained, trying to hide the pain that was so visible in those large, chocolate eyes.

What is it that you see in Ken that I can't? Takeru thought, staring at his friend's profile.

***

Daisuke sat down next to his sister who was quietly reading a book. He looked at her and sighed, knowing what he wanted to say but not being able to say it. How long had it been? Daisuke didn't remember. He had been so young when the incident had happened. All he remembered was that his sister had hurt, that his sister had cried. Just like he knew that Ken must have hurt, must have cried.

That was why he was here at his sister's apartment on the day that he knew they would both be visiting his grave. Daisuke had never been to his grave, had never been invited and never found it his place to ask. So what had made him ask this time? He didn't know. Maybe curiosity. Curiosity to meet-in some way-the person that dictated so much of Ken's life and so much of Jun's.

Ichijouji Osamu.

That name-that person-had been the reason for so much pain, so much sorrow. Just the mere implication of that name could make Daisuke feel as helpless as a kitten. And he feared things that made him feel helpless.

"'Neechan…?" Daisuke began and Jun looked up at him.

"Yes, otouto-chan?" Jun asked though she already knew what the question was. Daisuke looked at her for a long moment as if trying to find a way to ask the question.

"Yes, I was in love with him." She answered the unspoken question tired of the silence. "And yes, I'm quite aware of what I'm saying and about how old I was when I was in love with him. But I was. He was-no, he is-my soul mate and I still love him. I'm as sure of that as I'm sure that I'll one day die."

Daisuke winced at her words. The death of his sister, even though it had not happened yet, never did sit well with him. He unconsciously moved closer to her and she smiled softly placing an arm around her younger brother's waist, rubbing his side in a comforting manner.

"You loved him that much, huh?" Daisuke said, not really understanding the weight of her words. Love had always been such a foreign thing to him. Something that was made so that little girls would have something to dream about in their sleep. Prince Charming, white gowns, and all those other things associated with the word always seemed so unattainable. At least for him. But he wasn't going to say anything to his sister, there was no point. He would just pretend to understand.

"Yes, I did." She replied a small wistful smile appearing on her face. "There was just something about him that attracted him to me."

"Which was?"

"His eyes. Yes, that was it." She was silent for a moment as if caught up in some old memory. "When I first met him, there was something about his eyes. He always acted indifferent and a little cruel but when you looked into his eyes you could see straight into his soul. So much depth, so much pain, I guess it attracted me. I don't know, I guess I just wanted to relive his pain."

"Like me?" He looked up at his sister with large eyes and Jun felt like she was speaking with her eight-year-old brother again.

"Yes, but there are differences." She laughed a little. Daisuke made a face making her laugh even more.

She stood, taking hold of her purse and walking towards the door followed by her younger brother. She walked towards the door opening it and feeling the heat of the sun on caress her face. She frowned, thinking of Osamu, thinking about how he couldn't feel this heat from where he was. This, bring a twisting pain to her chest.

"C'mon, 'neechan." Daisuke said, "We're going to be late."

"We're not exactly on a time schedule, y'know." Jun said, laughing a little once more. Leave it to Daisuke to make her feel better without even trying.

It was quiet, but it wasn't one of those uncomfortable, awkward silences. It was a respectable silence, the kind of silence that permeated any and all cemeteries. There was a cool wind blowing through the cemetery, ruffling the trees and grass, whispering the secrets of the dead to the living visitors.

It was made Daisuke uncomfortable. It was like the dead were some how watching him, like they knew all his deepest, darkest secrets. Secrets he rather not have out in the open.

Closing his eyes, he shook his head. He knew it was ridiculous, the dead, were dead and no matter what they knew, it could not hurt him in the least. But still he was paranoid. The dead always scared him, or more like someone who was now dead would always scare him.

I'm not making any sense. Daisuke thought rubbing his eyes.

Daisuke followed his sister's quietly, trying to push back other thoughts of long dead evils. His chocolate eyes focusing on the back of his sister cinnamon head. Her hair had been done up in elaborate braids and she was wearing a long, dark skirt that reached her knees. He smiled when he saw her shoes-no heals. That woman couldn't stand heals.

"They hurt my feet!" She wailed, "I don't know how people can put up with them. Give me sneakers any time!"

Daisuke smiled warmly at the old memory watching as his sister knelt before a head stone and lit some incense. She closed her eyes and put her hands together holding a necklace of brown beads as she muttered something. Daisuke said nothing, standing behind his sister and staring at the head stone in front of him.

Ichijouji Osamu…we finally meet. Daisuke thought. Funny how I don't feel anything right now. Nothing that I expected to feel when I met you. A soft sigh escaped his lips making Jun look at him. He smiled at her and she turned back to what she was doing.

Daisuke shook his head, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his black jeans. Daisuke didn't understand how he felt. A small smile appearing on his face as he realized that it was rare when he immediately understood his feelings. But it wasn't like Daisuke was going to spend hours analyzing them. Whenever he didn't understand something, he would ignore it until it went away, not the most intelligent solution but one he liked and wasn't going to stop. It was easier in the long run at least he thought so.

"Daisuke? Jun-san?" A soft tenor came interrupting the silence. The two Motomiyas turned to find Ichijouji Ken standing before them, holding a wooden bucket in his hand.

"He always acted indifferent and a little cruel but when you looked into his eyes you could see straight into his soul."

***

He stood before him, blue hair swaying with the wind, blue eyes narrowed with determination and a cruel smile curling his beautiful lips. Daisuke felt a shiver go down his spine as he stared at the other. He was so caught up in the other that he hadn't notice his opponent take the upper hand and run off with the ball until he heard his crowds disappointed and angry yells.

Daisuke swore and chased after the other boy, the wind whipping across his face. He had to catch up, he had to stop him, had to stop thinking about everything but the game.

Concentrate Motomiya! Concentrate! Daisuke growled as he watched Ken kick the ball into the goal, watching as it whizzed past the goalie. He listened to the crowd's cheers and swore again. This was not going the way it should be.

It was like a dance of power, one that Ken was very good at. The way his body moved, graceful and agile. He wielded command of the game, everyone falling to his every whim even when not wanting to. He was one with the ball; one with the game and Daisuke was in complete awe.

He's perfect…Daisuke thought, watching as Ken scored another goal. The boy moved with confidence, spoke with confidence. He was the embodiment of confidence. Yeah and arrogance. Daisuke snorted watching Ken, watching the way he acted, the way he spoke. But then again, if one is to be normal one most follow the crowd.

"Wow, Ken you're so cool!" Daisuke said grinning like an idiot.

"You should pay attention to the game then maybe you'd score a point." He replied. Daisuke rolled his eyes.

Epitome of arrogance. Daisuke thought chasing after Ken.

The crowd cheered, watching the two teams battle it out. Everyone knew Ken's team would win, it was inevitable, but they found the little red headed boy very admirable as he continued to try and upstage Ichijouji Ken. Some laughed at the thought, as if it were possible for some no named runt to ever be better then the young genius.

Hikari, Miyako, Takeru, Taichi and Iori watched in stunned silence as Daisuke chased Ken down and made him lose the ball. The game was over and Ken's team won but Daisuke had caused quite a bit of a stir. Ken was having a little trouble standing up, most likely the red head's cleats had injured him, but it didn't last long. The blue haired boy stood and walked towards his teammates. Daisuke was following him. The Chosen couldn't help but wonder what would happen then.

"Great game, na?" Daisuke said. It seemed like the normal thing to do after a game was to congratulate his opponent.

"Yes, I was surprised by that last move." Ken said.

"It was really great playing against you, Ichijouji-san." Daisuke replied, "You're a real great player."

Daisuke extended his hand, looking at the face of his opponent, when their eyes met. Everything seemed to stop. Everything was drowned out, the crowd's screams, Ken's confident speech…everything but those eyes. Those large blue eyes. The deeper he looked into those eyes the more he was lost in their depths, in their sorrow. Sorrow? He could see it so clearly, past the shields of arrogance and confidence, the pain the sorrow.

Why did he hurt? Daisuke wanted to know. Didn't he live a perfect life? A kid's dream, he was a genius, loved by all. He was perfect, with the perfect life, with the perfect family. He had everything Daisuke had ever wished for. But there was pain, deep-rooted pain and so much sorrow.

Daisuke wanted to understand, he couldn't understand why? Why did he care? Why did he have the need to take this boy in his arms and cure all his pain, save him from inner demons? Why did he care about the pains of such an arrogant prick?

***

But he wasn't an arrogant prick, he was a lost boy. A lost boy who needed to be found, held and shown towards the light. Show him who he really was, who he could be. He was the once lost child of Darkness. Now the child of Kindness, best friend to the child of Courage and Friendship.

Daisuke had known this. The minute he had looked into Ken's eyes and seen his soul. His scared, wounded soul. That was why he helped the other boy, because they were the same. Scared and wounded, two lost souls being used for evil deeds by the black hearted creatures of the night.

"Jun-san, I didn't know you knew my brother." Ken's surprised voice brought Daisuke out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised." Jun replied. "Osamu-kun, was always so secretive." Ken nodded, his eyes clouding over somewhat. Daisuke frowned and walked up to Ken, placing a friendly arm around his shoulder.

"How long you planning on talking to your brother?" Daisuke asked, looking over at the stone head of Ichijouji Osamu.

"I don't know. Why?" Ken asked. Daisuke noted Jun had walked back to the head stone and was promptly ignoring them. She never did like to be around Ken when he was upset, it reminded her too much of Osamu.

"'Cause how about I treat you to dinner?" Daisuke said, grinning a little. Ken looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he raised his head and looked at Daisuke.

"As a date?" Daisuke noted the hope in his voice.

"Do you want it to be a date?"

Danger! Danger, Motomiya Daisuke!! Daisuke could hear the voice in his head screaming sounding suspiciously like the robot from that stupid American show: Lost in Space. But he couldn't help but agree with the voice, to bad he couldn't tell his mouth what his mind already knew.

"Yes, actually I do." Ken said, smiling though his eyes betrayed his nervousness. But Daisuke never looked at Ken's eyes, he only saw the smile. That smile that made him smile.

"Then a date it is." Daisuke said, mentally smacking himself for agreeing to this. For not stopping this. He knew he shouldn't have stepped over that line, but he did it anyway. He was so caught up in trying to make Ken happy that he did something he knew he shouldn't. It was always the same, Daisuke would slit his own wrist without a second thought to see the other boy happy, his brain taking a back seat as his body did stupid things.

But he couldn't stop it now, couldn't hurt his friend's feelings. That would erase the smile that was on his face. And it was such a bright smile. It filled Daisuke's heart with so much uncontrollable joy.

So he went along with it, he already knew how it was going to turn out anyway. He just hoped it wouldn't hurt his relationship with Ken. He hoped that they would be able to stay friends after Ken got bored with him as a lover, like everyone else did.

Takeru's right. Daisuke thought with a sigh. It is my fault. But I'm not changing!

TBC