Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Confession ( Chapter 4 )

Wings

No, I don't own Digimon. Yes, I own this story.

Chapter 4 - Confession

"`Ya-koooooo," Daisuke intoned, grabbing hold of his best friend.

"Daisuke?" Miyako turned around in his grasp, and looked at him questioningly. He sniffled, and let go, rubbing his eyes.

"`Yako, I wanna hug," Daisuke said. Miyako provided him with one unhesitantly. When she let go, she cocked her head and asked,

"Daisuke, how much of that wine did you drink?"

He blinked at her, sniffing,

"Not much. Two glasses. Maybe three glasses..." Miyako sighed at him, and he shrugged hopelessly.

"`Yako, I'm in love."

Miyako froze.

"Who with?" she asked.

"His name's Ken. You don't know him," Daisuke said, and hiccuped. Miyako hugged him again, suspecting he'd drunk a lot more than three glasses.

"Miyako, I have to go see him tonight. `ll you come with me?"

"Dai, it's ten o'clock."

Daisuke nodded at her, gravely.

"He's only human at night, so I have to do it now."

"What do you mean, only human at night, what're you talking about?"

"He's sometimes a swan," Daisuke said hesitantly, "He had a spell put on him. So he's only human at night, and," Daisuke thought a moment, "I think if he gets hurt. I shot him and he turned back human."

"You shot him?" Miyako asked. Daisuke nodded sadly,

"Was an accident. We were hunting. Takeru healed him. Anyway, I have to go now `Yako, or I won't see him until after the balls, and by then I'll have been married off. Daisuke's voice started to whine,

"So I have to go see him now and then I can tell him I love him and he'll be properly human again and then we can run away and live together forever and ever."

Daisuke looked at Miyako with puppy dog eyes.

"So will you come, Miya, pleeeease?"

Miyako sighed. If she didn't, he'd go looking alone, and really, he was in no state to go anywhere but bed. And he was determined, so...

"Course I'll come. Just lead the way."

"Daisuke, where exactly are we going?"

"To see Ken, `yako, I told you."

They were walking down along one of the forest paths (well, Miyako walked, Daisuke skipped), much to Miyako's despair. It was the middle of the night, for goodness sake, and it was cold.

"I asked where, Daisuke, not who."

"Oh," Daisuke stopped skipping, "the lake." He sounded uncertain. Ken would be at the lake, wouldn't he? He wouldn't have gone somewhere else? Maybe he had gone somewhere else because he knew Daisuke was coming. Maybe he didn't...

"Daisuke," Miyako asked, interrupting his horror-filled imaginings. He shook himself, but the feeling wouldn't go.

"Miya, what if he doesn't want to see me?"

The question was asked softly, and there was only one possible answer.

"Of course he will, Dai. Why wouldn't he?"

Daisuke's face broke into a smile.

"Yeah!" he said, and started running.

Miyako sighed, and hurried after him.

"Ken!" Daisuke shouted with glee. He pushed past Miyako, and ran over to where a very surprised Ken stood.

"Daisuke," he said, "What're you doing here?"

Daisuke smiled bouncily, and answered,

"I came to see you, silly!"

Then he looked around, at the figures that stood around a fire. He got the feeling they were all looking at him. He didn't mind.

"Hello," he said to them, "I'm Daisuke."

One of the figures laughed.

"Hello, Daisuke," it said, and took a step closer so Daisuke could see them clearer. The speaker was a young, brown-haired girl, smiling at him.

"I'm Noriko," she told him.

The rest of the group came up, and introduced themselves. They seemed less surprised at Daisuke's sudden appearance then Ken did.

Beside Daisuke, Miyako coughed.

"Oh," Daisuke said, "And this is my friend `yako."

"Miyako," she corrected, blushing slightly as she did so.

"So you're Ken?"

The blue-haired boy nodded dazedly. Miyako looked about to say something else, when Daisuke spoke.

"I've decided something Ken."

"Uh - what?"

"I love you."

Ken stared at Daisuke. Daisuke stared back, openly, as if he'd said nothing more than, `The weather's nice, isn't it?'

"But..."

"But what? I do. Really, I do, don't I `yako?"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on Miyako. She turned slightly red. She knew Daisuke. Even if he was drunk, he meant what he said. Miyako suddenly realised why he'd been acting so melancholy since he got back from hunting. She nodded.

"See? I do. Don't say we only just met, Ken, it doesn't matter. I know you, see? I dreamt about you. Ken, you, you do..." Daisuke's eyes filled with tears, and he looked at Ken mournfully. Everybody was staring at him, some of them were whispering, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was Ken.

"Daisuke," Ken said, weakly, "You're a prince. You're expected to get married."

"So. I can marry you."

"Daisuke, it's not that simple!"

"Why not! I know, they'll probably disown me or something, but I don't care."

"I'm not worth it Daisuke."
"Yes you are! What're you trying to say, you want my go back up to my stupid castle, and play happy couples with some girl? Pretend I'm not who I am and that I don't fell how I feel!"

"Daisuke..."

"I won't! I don't care what anyone else thinks, I don't care what they do, just don't you do this to me Ken, don't!"

Daisuke took a deep breath, and whimpered to himself. Ken, nervously, leant forward, and wiped away the tears that ran down Daisuke's face.

"Ken, I love you."

Ken started to reply, but stopped. Daisuke just looked so sad. He couldn't.

Ken took Daisuke into his arms, and held, and whilst they were surrounded by people who looked nervously at them, they were alone together.

"I love you too," Ken whispered.