Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Only For You ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimers: I. Don.t Own. It.



Only For You

[shounen ai] [twt] [angst] [PoV]


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"Kai, we can't go to the digital world," I say sternly. "We've got company over."

"Can I help you find a shirt, Kai?" Yolei asks nicely and walks up to me, brushing her shoulder against mine.

Kai takes his hand away from his face and looks directly at our still touching shoulders. Something, which I know I've mistaken as jealousy, flares through his dark eyes and then he looks up at Yolei like a hungry, or even starved, wolf.

Before he has the chance to say anything nasty though, I decide to step in. "Kai," I say hoarsly, strickness running through me. He turns away and hunches his back, showing me that he wants to be left alone.

And this is what I've been talking about. This is one of the rare times when something gets out of hand and Kai can't understand his emotions. All I want now is for Yolei to disappear so I can hug him.

I want desperately to hug him, make his pain go away.

"Kids, get in here!" we hear papa shout, "supper's ready!"

Yolei glances one final time at Kai, then disappears out the door.

"Kai..." I whisper in a more gentle and regretful voice and reach out to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Go, Ken," he growls and I retract my arm in an instant.



I left quietly, wishing Kai could've been to dinner to save me from all the boring drivel. But instead, I had to sit for an hour with three grownups and a stranger - only able to sit back and watch as Yolei came on to me and mama encouraged it.



After that snooze fest, I open my bedroom door quietly, with a plate of food in my hand. Kai is half asleep on his bed and leafmon bounces on his back.

"KEN!" Leafmon cheers happily. "Oooooh, you brought *food*. Bring it here!"

Kai's eyes slowly drift open and I smile at him as I go to sit by him on the bed, and set the plate of food on my lap. He looks like he's out of his bad mood now, I can never be certain.

"Food! Food! Fooooooood!" Leafmon wails and bounces higher on Kai's back. "I want some!"

"Only if Kai wants to share," I chuckle and look back down at him. Of course, he can't see me that well on his stomach so he rolls over on his back and looks up at me sadly.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and lifts his hand up to brush the hair from my eyes.

I smile and place a hand over his, which had begun caressing my cheek. Thinking back on the day's events I note that this was probably one of the most interesting and surprising days of my life. I hope I never forget it.

Leafmon bounces over excitedly and snuggles in between us. "Weehee, this is fun," it laughs.

Both of us laugh a little too and separate our hands. Then I get up, realizing I'm tired, and put my pjs on - Kai watching me the whole time.

Then mama pokes her head through the door. "Lights out," she says and waits for me to go up into my bed before turning off the light. "Good night," she adds, and closes the door.

"'Night, Kai," I say crawling under my sheets and bury my head in the soft pillow.

"'Night," he mumbles.



After school the next day, I go over to Daisuke's house to play video games. On the way over he tells me Taichi had suggested he spend the day entirely with me - seeing as how he'd been spending all his time with him the past wek.

"Is your arm feeling okay now?" Daisuke asks from the kitchen. On the way over my arm, and occasionally my ribs, had started hurting for no good reason. This confused both of us.

I nod, even though the pain hasn't stopped and go back to playing some game on his Play Station - I don't want to ruin our day together. Its only a tingle really, but it hurts enough to bother me. Infact, by now I'm annoyed by it. It feels like one of those hand cramps people complain about when they have been writing with a pencil for too long, or when I do too much homework and my wrist kills.

"That's good." He smiles and walks back into the living room with a drink and sandwhich for himself. He collapses onto the floor beside me, spilling his drink a bit and almost dropping his food, and watches me play some racing game. I'm not very familiar with video games; I don't think I even knew these things exsisted until I met Daisuke.

My driving and steering is a bit off and sloppy because of my arm, which I think he takes note of and frowns.

"Ken, maybe you should go home and get your mom to check out your arm," he suggests, sounding deeply concerned and it's written all over his face. "Or better yet, call Jyou." And then he laughs.

"Ok," I say and smile at him. I am truely grateful for his kindness and concern. Daisuke is a wonderful friend.

As I head towards the door he turns off the tv and follows me. "I'm sorry I've been so busy all week, Ken," Daisuke says scratching the back of his neck and leans against the door frame.

"That's ok. Sorry you had to spend the day with me instead of Taichi."

He laughs loudly, "No, Ken - I don't mind, honestly. Anyways, Tai said he's call me later so we could talk dirty."

I laugh too as I leave and wave to him as he closes the door.



As I walk down the hall to our apartment, I notice the door is wide open and race towards it without a second thought. Inside it looks as though no one is home, and thankfully it does not appear to have been robbed so I relax for the moment. But where is Kai? "Kai?" I yell out and start towards my bedroom to look for him there.

No sign of him.

"Kai?" I call out for him again and go back out to the hall. That's when I notice the bathroom door open and its light on.

I walk over to it slowly, dreading what I might find. Inside, and on the floor, sits Kai - shirtless again. Only this time he has bruises all over his chest. He's holding his right arm close to himself - the same arm that had been bothering me - and there's blood on the left side of his face, running from somewhere under his bangs to his cheek.

He looks up at me slowly and then back down to the floor and closes his eyes.

"Kai, what happened!?" I yelp and fall to the floor beside him, trying to find every place he is hurt. My arm throbs with pain now - more so than before -, but I ignore it.

"Nothing," he mumbles lazily and trys to turn away from me. A white towel lays on the floor by his legs, but it is stained with blood. He must've been trying to clean himself up.

I get up, taking the cloth with me, and rinse it under the sink. Then I ring it out and return to the floor. Kai winces as I clean the blood from his face slowly. He has a small cut above his eyebrow.

All the while he sits quietly as I tend to his wounds, making sure his arm isn't broken, and help him put his shirt back on. Then I lead him down the hall to my room, leaving the lights off as Kai likes it best that way, and escourt him to his bed.

"No," he whispers, barely audiable, "I want to lay in your bed."

"Okay," I say softly and get out of the way so he can climb that small ladder up to the top bunk. He goes up slowly and then lays down as I come up after him. I lay down beside him and stare up at the ceiling waiting until he wants to talk. Kai slowly snuggles closer to me, until his head is on my chest and an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. So I wrap my arms around him as best I can in the postition we're in and continue to wait in silence.

After ten minutes he finally decides to speak. "Some guys beat me up after school today," he says slowly and quietly.

"Why didn't you call me?" I ask and stroke his back with one of my hands. "Are you going to be ok?" There are more questions I have, like who did this? Or why? but somehow that one makes its way out first.

He sits up slightly and looks down at me. "Yeah," and he puts on a brave smile only for me. "Thank you." Then he leans down and kisses me, pressing our lips together lightly, unsure. I put a hand tentatively behind his head, pressing him closer and open my mouth for him. His tongue slids into my mouth slowly - still unsure and probably nervous, since I know he's never kissed anyone before and neither have I.

As we part, our faces mere inches away from eachother, he smiles beautifully at me and I do the same, brushing back his spikey black and blue hair. I am lost in his eyes and I never want this moment to end.

Then he frowns suddenly and lays back down, his head resting heavily on my chest just below my chin. "My ribs hurt," he complains meakly.

"Ok," I say softly and stroke the back of his hair, running my fingers through the interestingly spikey strands, which causes them to straighten out and soften under my touch. After a while I notice he has much longer hair than I, and it looks wonderful when its not so sharp and mean looking. If he only wore his hair like this more often people wouldn't think of him as a no good punk.

He moans out of pure happiness under my touch and begins kissing my skin, anywhere he can reach without getting up too much and hurting his ribs. His hand moves lightly under my shirt, tracing patterns with his fingertips all over my chest, then he rests his head back down, sleep finally consuming him.

And me aswell. I sigh in content and close my eyes, never letting go of Kai for a second. This is how it should be. Both of us completely happy and undisturbed.


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Louise: *huffs* I thought this was gonna be a lemon. You could of at *least* made it a lime.

Hyb: Too bad, I've got better plans in the future ^___^

Louise: Better be lemony -__-