Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Long Walk There ❯ 1/1 ( One-Shot )

[ D i s c l a i m e r ] I don't own Digimon.

[ A u t h o r 's N o t e ] Welcome. When I wrote this piece I meant to continue it but I'm just going to post it anyway and call it a one-shot. Maybe continued if I get enough positive feedback.

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Davis sat idly on a bench, yawning. He squinted as he slowly opened his eyes, displeased at the strong morning sun. He stretched and slid his hand over his face, splicing the irritating light into rays, diverting the sun from his tired eyes. Releasing all the breath from his body he slouched down into the hard wooden bench side and tilted his head to rest on his shoulder, letting his eyes slide shut from the accursed light. Every day for the last two years he got himself up a couple minutes earlier so he could walk to school with Kari. She hated walking to school by herself, which she had confided in him so he promised her that as long as she needed him too, he would walk with her. Over time, it became less of a chore for him and more of an enjoyment. She was nothing less than great company and he loved making her laugh. He was so exhausted, and without her usual pep to keep him on his toes he found himself drifting off to sleep. He was slightly aware of the tap-tapping of shoes skimming down the pavement. It was getting closer and louder somewhere in the back of his mind but he was too tired to pay it any attention.

Kari bounded down the steps; fighting to keep everything she was holding together. Pushing in a book here and barely catching a pencil there, she managed to push a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, mentally preparing an apology for Davis. As she neared the bottom of the stairwell, she knew Davis would be waiting there for her, "Davis, I'm so sorry," she started not bothering to look up, "It's just that-," she stopped in her tracks when she reached the bottom of the steps; somehow beyond the laws of physics managing to keep everything she was holding. The sight before her was too cute to disturb. Davis was curled up on a bench sleeping soundly, his mouth partly opened and his head rested against the back of the bench. His hair stuck out in all directions as usual and his belongings were strewn about on the ground at his feet.

He looked so peaceful asleep, and if you didn't know him you could hardly guess the pandemonium he was capable of at times. It was times like this that cemented the fact that no matter how insane Davis acted at times, she would always love the person he was. She became aware of the fact that she was staring and, although there was no one to see her doing so, a slight blush still spread over her cheeks. As she started over to him, she found that there were dark circles under his eyes. An evil smile crossed her face as she took a seat next to his sleeping figure on the bench. She knew she had to wake him, so why not have fun in the process? She drew back a second, bracing herself and then jumped on top of him, tickling and poking him "C'mon Davis it's time to wake UP!" His eyelids parted and she could see the soft brown of eyes as he distinctively held out his arms to stop her. That gesture alone was practically enough to free himself of her petite frame. They fought like this often and when he was awake enough to tell what was happening, he easily found her ticklish spot and subdued her without difficultly. By that time, they were both gasping and laughing, taunting the other to continue. The second he loosened his grip on her a bit, he felt her finger jab into his side. He grabbed her arms and held them down, pulling her back against his chest and leaning into her so she couldn't move.

"Davis!" she whined, knowing that until he decided to let her go, she would never move from that spot, "Come on, let me go!"

His hold on her was gentle and she could tell that it didn't take much effort from him to hold her securely in that position. She struggled against him but it was useless. He didn't move a bit despite all of her efforts. She knew he wouldn't, his hands were strong against her arms.

"Pleeeeeeeeease . . .?" she begged, knowing it would make no difference.

"No - you know why? Because as soon as I even attempt to slightly let you go, you're gonna turn and poke me and tickle me, so, no," he leaned his cheek against her head as he finished.

She pouted and straightened her back against his chest, "Now why would you think that . . .?"

He smiled against her hair, "Becaaaaaaause you always do."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she remarked, smiling at how he knew her so well.

"You wouldn't," he shot back playfully, poking her in the side for effect.

At his poke she inhaled sharply and arched her back completely, "Fine," she started, "We'll just have to sit here like this allllllll day."

"I guess so," he conceded.

She sighed and leaned back against him again, giving up, "Fine, you win, no one beats Davis."

He breathed deeply and tucked his head into her shoulder, "As right as you are shnookems, I fell for that one last time," he said softly against her neck.

"Damn," she replied simply, forming an idea, "Davis, we're a half hour late for school!" she said, feigning a gasp, even though it was very true.

Flustered, he released her quickly and tried unsuccessfully to grab all of his things at one time. While he was doing this, she quickly regained herself, collecting her stuff, and jabbed him hard right in the side. Hearing his threats of death following her actions, she started to laugh uncontrollably and ran ahead of him as far as she could. She heard his footsteps skimming the pavement as he caught up with her easily, she tried to sidestep his attack but he still managed to grab her from behind and tickle her mercilessly before she slipped away from him and poked him in the sides as many times as she could.

They continued in this fashion, back and forth, hardly noticing when they reached school. Laughing, they separated themselves as they entered the building. After signing in at the front desk, they somehow managed to start again, taking turns poking each other as they made their way to second period. They giggled and chased each other down the hallway, Kari running ahead of Davis, laughing obliviously. She skidded to a stop in front of their classroom, unsuccessfully stifling laughter and quite short of breath. The whole class turned to stare at the scene taking place. A second later, Davis half ran into her, putting a hand on her upper arm to steady himself. Kari blushed and lowered her head and Davis straightened himself and gave her a nudge through the doorway, handing the teacher both his and Kari's late passes.

"Thank you for joining us," the teacher droned in a nasal voice as Davis and Kari pushed their way through the classroom, trying to reach their seats. Kari took her usual seat next to TK as Davis plopped down in his place a few seats in front of her.

"Now that Miss Kamiya and Mr. Motomiya have decided to grace us with their presence, let's get back to geometry, shall we?" the teacher turned back to the blackboard and Kari pulled out her notebook and a pencil from her bag, giving, or trying to give her full attention to the lesson.

She was actually doing quite well with that until she felt TK nudge his shoulder slightly into hers. Her head shot up from her notebook where she was rapidly taking notes, trying to keep up with the pace, to a curious/worried looking Takeru.

"So, what was all that about?" he whispered. She turned forward to see if the teacher had heard, knowing that he hadn't. Mr. Hagayama was known to be a little hard of hearing, and they were sitting in the back of the room.

"What was what all about?" she asked, sort of knowing what he was referring too, but hoping she was mistaken.

"You know," he started, continuing when she didn't respond, "That whole thing with Davis - Kari, you were an hour late."

"So," she retorted half seriously, "I'm late sometimes."

"Even if you were late sometimes, never an hour! And with Davis, running down the hallways?" he looked at her through his messy bangs, pretending to scrawl something on his paper when the teacher looked over his way.

When Mr. Hagayama returned to the board she turned back to him, "So what?" she said, "We got a little lost," she added, a small smile forming on her face.

"On the way to the same school that you've walked to everyday for the past two years?" he asked back, wanting to know just what she was hiding.

"All right, so we took a little detour . . ." she trailed off, a little more dreamily than she had intended.

"An hour long detour?" he shot back.

"A very pleasant and much needed detour," she quipped, getting a little tired of his questions that were starting to feel a little more like accusations.

He could see she was getting a little upset and now that he thought about it, he didn't really blame her, "I'm sorry Kari - I was just so worried this morning when you didn't show up, as cheesy as this sounds, you're one of my best friends and I would never want anything to happen to you."

She smiled and took his hand, "I guess I should be thanking you instead of being mad. I can hardly think of another person who is as worried about me all the time," she replied, rolling her eyes jokingly at the last part but meaning what she said.

He smiled and squeezed her hand before letting it go, "Please Kari, promise me you won't let yourself get carried away like that again when you're with Davis," he looked really sincere and she knew that he just didn't want her to get hurt, this meant a lot to him.

"I promise."

TK smiled again and looked back to the lesson. A fraction of a second after he did a little folded piece of paper landed in front of her on the desk. She bit her lip as she looked at it, knowing who it was from, but opened it anyway.

Kari-

Since we had so much fun this morning . . . whadda ya say I walk you home today?

-Davis

She looked over at TK who was still paying attention to the blackboard and then up to where Davis was leaned back in his chair, shooting spitballs at the kid next to him. Looking back at TK once more, an evil grin crossed her face as she scrawled down a quick yes before crumpling up the paper and throwing it back in Davis's direction.

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