Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sent ❯ Family Picnic ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don’t own digimon and I’m not making any money off of this. I’m just having fun.
I woke up to the scent of eggs and bacon being cooked the next morning. I hadn’t slept very well due to worrying about the older chosen and Dai. Just because he didn’t seem hurt didn’t mean he wasn’t. He was so caught up in playing badass sometimes that he forgot that he needed to take it easy on his body.
The aforementioned soccer player was still passed out with his mouth hanging open, snoring. How I’d managed to sleep at all with the racket he made was nothing short of a miracle. I sat up and looked to see if Iori and Armadillomon were still around, but it looked like they had already cleaned up and left the room. I followed my nose and found them sitting at the bar, a cup of coffee in Iori’s hand. Behind them was Gennai cooking us breakfast.
I walked in to the kitchen and found a cup and the coffee pot. I poured me some and drank deeply. It was hot, but it was just what I needed after a night like the one before. I refilled the cu, then sat down next to Iori. “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking coffee?”
He looked up at me and glared. “With the way Dai snores no one is too young for coffee.”
I nodded. He definitely had a point there. With that Daisuke walked out of our room, Hawkmon and Vmon right behind him. “I do not snore!”
Iori and I both snorted. “Like a train, Daisuke. You snore like a train. I swear to god I’m going to sleep out here tonight. I was the first one up anyways.”
Gennai looked at Iori. “It’s not any better out here, I can hear him all the way in my room. It’s not pleasant.”
We all fell silent for a minutes as Daisuke poured himself a cup of coffee and Gennai dished out breakfast.
“I feel like I’m hungover,” Iori said with a groan. The six of us in the room stopped and stared at him. What the hell did an eleven-year-old know about having a hangover?
“Um… what?” Armadillomon asked, just as surprised as the rest of us.
“Well, this is what I imagine a hangover would feel like,” he said as he picked up his plate and coffee. I’m going to go eat in the room, then hopefully get some sleep.”
He disappeared into the room and Dai and I looked at each other. The kid was lying and we both knew it. How he had managed to get drunk was a good question, as was why he felt the need to, but it was none of our business and with how Iori was acting, he would tell us as much.
We ate our breakfast in silence, not sure what to say. Dai finished first, but sat there and sipped on his coffee. As everyone else finished they slowly left the room, the digimon to catch some more shut eye and Gennai to go work on something in his office. As soon as he was sure they were all gone an evil grin came across Dai’s face.
“Let’s get dressed, I have an idea.” I gave him a questioning look, but he had already taken off towards the bedroom. I downed the rest of my coffee and trudged in after him. He was just yanking his shirt over his head when I walked in. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but he ran out the door before I got the chance, backpack in hand. Wondering what the hell was going on I hurriedly got dressed, careful no to wake any of the others, who were still sleeping.
I found Daisuke standing by the front door, looking like he was ready to bolt out of it.
“Where are we going?” I asked, surprised to see him so eager to leave, and without our digimon, yet again.
“You’ll find out.” Daisuke opened the door and tore out of the building like Vermilimon was chasing him again. I rolled my eyes and took off after him, struggling to catch up. The boy still didn’t stop running, even after he was in the clear of the lake. He didn’t quit moving until he hit the rock that we were at yesterday. I ran to meet him, completely out of breath.
“God Dai, what’s the rush? We have all day with nothing to do.” I said as I panted. He gave me a big goofy grin.
“I wanted to make sure we weren’t caught. The faster we get up here the less likely it is that someone’s going to see us.” I nodded. He had a point, but it would have been nice to know what he was thinking before he took off like that.
“So why are we here?” I asked, hoping to actually get an answer this time.
“I wanted to have a picnic,” he said simply, “That and the way that Iori’s been acting the past few weeks has been weird. Hangover? He doesn’t need to be drinking, he’s only eleven, and barely so. You should be at least twelve, probably even older, and from the sound of things he’s been hungover more than once. I’m not sure how we missed it or where he thought it would be a good idea.”
“He probably picked it up hanging out with us. I know he’s never been with us when we’ve gone out drinking, but we’ve slipped up and mentioned it, I’m sure. We need to be careful what we’re saying and doing around him or next thing we know he’ll be going out and having sex.” As soon as I said it I blushed. There were only a few of us having sex and it wasn’t any of the older chosen, it was Takeru and Hikari and Ken and I. Unless we slipped up like I just did there wouldn’t be a problem.
“I don’t see that as being a huge problem,” Daisuke said, obviously trying hard not to let his thoughts wander to who was having sex in our group.
“Yeah, but you never know. The older kids could start hooking up any minute now and we don’t need an eleven year old father running around. Just because they’re old enough to be responsible for a kid doesn’t mean Iori and any of those little eleven-year-olds are.”
“Yeah, I know. He’s wise beyond his years, but that doesn’t mean that he’s actually that age. He’s going to hurt himself eventually.”
“Yeah, but what are we going to tell him, ‘You shouldn’t drink, yeah, I know we do it all the time and it’s super but you shouldn’t.’ We’d be such hypocrites if we tried that crap because the only one of us old enough to actually drink is Jyou.”
“I know, and I’m sure as hell not giving up my occasional weekend drink to set a good example when I don’t think he’s going to follow it anyways.”
“I guess there’s nothing we can really do until the others get back anyways.” I nodded. The two of us didn’t really have that kind of authority.
“So, what are we going to do until we work up an appetite?” I asked. Having just eaten breakfast I wasn’t hungry, although Dai might be. That boy ate almost as much as Taichi.
“Um, I don’t know. I have a soccer ball, but I doubt you want to play…”
He was right, I didn’t want to play, but I had another idea. “Lets look at the clouds. I haven’t done that in so long.”
Dai got another one of his trademark goofy grins. “Jun and I used to do it all the time, but ever since she became such a brat, we haven’t. Sounds like a great idea to me.”
The two of us lay down next to each other and stared at the sky. The puffy white clouds danced around in the sky and we slowly started to pick out shapes.
“That one looks like a donkey.”
“I see a cow.”
“A star.”
“A horseshoe.” After a minute of finding all of the cloud shapes we could find we started making things up so that we wouldn’t have to quit staring at the sky.
“I see a seahorse.”
“That one’s bunny.”
“I’ve got a fan.”
“How about a diamond ring?”
“I see a dragon.” I stopped and looked at him. A dragon was taking it a little far. A dragon has a lot of sharp angles.
“A dragon?” I asked.
“Yes, a dragon,” he replied.
I turned my head to look at him. “Ok, so maybe there is no dragon, but everything else is true!”
I rolled my eyes. Typical Dai.
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We stared at the clouds for another few hours, hoping to catch something amazing, such as a dragon. We didn’t have any luck, but after so long we were finally hungry. Dai unpacked the food, some cans of soda, a bag of chips, a thing of cookies, and a few rice balls. I was surprised. I didn’t think that he really had much of anything. Maybe a few power bars or something, but not any actual food.
“Where did you get this from? I wasn’t actually expecting you to have any food.”
“While you guys were all passed the hell out this morning. I got up and nicked this from the kitchen,” he replied, then picked up a rice ball and shoved it in his mouth. I picked up one of the soda’s and cracked it open.
“You know, you were right about most of the things you said yesterday, but you got one thing wrong, I am incredibly pissed about not being able to fight. It’s cool just hanging out here and everything, but I’d rather be out there with the others,” I said, hoping to give us something to talk about.
“I know you are. I’m not stupid. I’d rather be out there fighting than sitting here too. That’s what we live for. That’s what we’re chosen for, but for now its their turn to fight. This is how I’m sure they all felt when we went out and fought all of those times. I guess this is just kind of like a cycle and we have to go back and forth with who can fight. Right now its their turn.” I stared at him again. It really was surprising how grown up Motomiya Daisuke had become. I was also wondering how I had missed it, but when I thought about it I realized how long it had actually been since I had sat down and tried to have a conversation with him. It had probably been since Takeru and Hikari got together.
“I guess I kind of see your point. It was probably difficult for them to sit back and have us save them, especially with the fact that we’re younger than them. I’m not sure what I’d do if it were a whole bunch of Iori’s saving us while we have to sit here and stare at clouds.”
Dai laughed. “I know what you mean, especially if they act like Iori has been. That would be the worst. We weren’t like that when we were that age, were we?”
“I don’t know about you, but, with the exception of a few sips of wine on New Years or at a wedding, I didn’t even drink until I was thirteen, and I never had enough to get drunk until my birthday this year when my sister’s gave me alcohol as a special surprise.”
“I was thirteen the first time I got trashed, but it only because Tai and I were doing shots on my birthday, trying to drink each other under the table. He won and I woke up with a killer hangover.” I laughed at that. There was no way a thirteen-year-old Dai could have beat Taichi, seeing as Tai had gotten himself drunk enough to get a tattoo and allowed his little sister to do the same without passing out first. I was surprised that he even went along with the plan to let her drink with how protect he was of her.
“I’m thinking that Kari shouldn’t be one of the one’s to talk to him about drinking, seeing as how she got plastered enough to get a tattoo at twelve. That’s definitely not going to go over well with him.”
“Wasn’t she actually eleven? I thought her birthday was in June and Tai’s was in April.”
I thought about it for a minute, then agreed. “You know, maybe this is just what happens when you end up in the Digital World when you’re only eight, you think you can get drunk when you’re just a kid.”
“Maybe it is. Speaking of Kari and Tai, have you heard from any of them?” Dai asked. He must not have gotten any news.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t checked my D-terminal yet today.” I grabbed the device out of my pocket and looked at it. Four messages and not a one of them from Ken. I quickly scanned them and got the information I needed, then looked up at Daisuke, “Looks like they had to fight a MarineDevimon in the middle of the night last night that had some sort of new version of the black gear stuck in him, kind of like that Vermilimon we fought yesterday. I guess Stingmon digivolved to Dinobeemon during the battle. They’re on their way to the lake now.”
“There was a gear in the Vermilimon?”
“Yeah, as soon as we knocked it out of him he took off. We thought it was weird, but there was no reason for us to be too interested in it.” As I told him this I tried to keep the sadness about not hearing from Ken out of my voice, but Daisuke still caught on pretty fast.
“That sounds like they’re doing pretty well and they‘re learning a lot about what‘s going on, but you don’t seem to be very happy about it. What’s wrong?”
“I got a message from Sora, Mimi, Kari and even Takeru, but I didn’t get one from my own boyfriend.” My eyes were tearing up and I had a feeling that I was going to start crying whether I liked it or not. “His digimon got to the ultimate level and he didn’t say anything to me about it. If Hawkmon upped a level that would be one of the first things I did after the battle if he wasn’t there.” The tears finally spilled over and Daisuke wrapped me up in his arms yet again.
“Shhh… it’s ok. He was probably just tired. You said this happened in the middle of the night, right? He’s not used to the midnight battles. That was always something that the original chosen did, not us. Kari, Sora, Mimi and Takeru are still used to waking up whenever there’s a threat and not even being a little worse for the wear because of it, but Ken probably feels like Iori felt this morning and he just forgot. Its not right, but I’m sure that’s what happened.”
I molded myself against Daisuke’s chest. Ken had never acted like Dai was towards me. It wasn’t that he didn’t love me, but he just didn’t know what to say or do with me when I was emotional. It was one of the most common reasons we fought.
“How is it that you know what to say?” I asked between sobs, “How is it that you know what to do when you’re supposed to be a video game loving jock and he’s supposed to be a genius?” Dai looked hurt by my jock comment, but quickly hid it.
“Because he’s only a genius when it comes to matters of the brain, not of the heart. I may not be the smartest guy out there, but I watch people and from doing that I learned that what to do, that way I‘ll never lose the girl I love again.” I looked at him. In all of my life I had never seen a guy that looked quite so beautiful as Daisuke did right at that minute. I leaned up and I kissed him.
A/N: Bwahahahaha… Yes, I know, I already did this in chapter four, but in order to get the story moving I needed to do this here. I hope to get a new chapter up quickly. This is going to have 50 chapters by the time I’m done with it and I’ve got it planned out, as well as ideas for two sequels. Now that my computer is back I should be updating more often, but I am in college now, so it may not be as often as I’d like. Hopefully once a week, on Sunday.
Now, go ahead and hit that review button! Tell me if you like where I’m going with it or hate it. Flame if you must, but I won’t answer them. (That is my next step btw) Hope you enjoyed, Dephs