Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Your Eyes Open ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

Nonsensual Dialogue (Has no part or significance to the story. If you want to, by all means go on to the next chapter! I can't help myself, I just like to work the audience! Tommy: *pops his head in* You mean you just like to talk.)

 

Me: I finally gave in and bought the Kyo kara Maoh! dvd, and…I LOVE IT!!! Yuri is so cute, and speaking of cute, no one who read the August 2004 issue of Newtype, or the May and April 2005 issues, for that matter, could possibly miss Wolfram's gloriously cute little face in the features!

Tommy: *Rolls eyes*

Me: The premise of their engagement is so hilarious, and of course, the promise of future love, or hell, I'd settle for simple impending friendship, is cause for me (and all yaoi fans worldwide) to shout HOORAY! And maybe cross our fingers for a little action! *Grin and Wink*

Tommy: *Stares open-mouthed at Herme's boldness*

Me: Personally, I would like a love-love-love ending, and am thinking to create my own one-shot short, just in case it doesn't come to pass in the whole 9-volume series. I'm also thinking to write a Fullmetal Alchemist short about the Elric Brothers, seeing as I'm dying to read One Good Short. I've read a few, but none that //really// encompassed what I was looking for. Well, it's looks like it's up to me to do the job.

Tommy: …

Me: …

Tommy: //Jesus Christ, Herme!//

Me: *Grips Head* Oh my god! How imperious of me! To think that only //I// can do it! Damn, but doesn't that sound awful? I mean, who do I think I am?

Tommy: Why, you are Herme, writer of both children's stories and adult erotica based on children's cartoons.

Me: *Sweatdrop* Well, when you put it that way… *Voice laced with sarcasm*

Tommy: Sorry, I would'a stopped you, but I was enjoying your little rant. It really turned me on.

Me: *Withering Glare* Sadist, just say your lines already.

Tommy: She doesn't own neither the original show nor the characters of Digimon, the honor belongs to someone else. Herme…she's just a phucking phreak.

Me: //Don't rip off other people's coined phrases!//

Tommy: *Grins evilly*

 

5. June. 2005

 

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One more thing…in this story, I make references to a trip to `Frisco, please just roll with it, as this story used to conjoin with another, but you didn't have to read the other to get the feel of this one. If anyone's read “Bedshaped,” then know that that story took place while they were in `Frisco on that exchange, and this takes place a few years after. Thank you. Herme 12. October. 2005

 

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Your Eyes Open

Part I

 

“mira como ando mi amor

por tu querer”

--Quintanilla III

 

The sunlight, fading as its creator passed beyond the edges of a vast stretch of ocean, struggled to illuminate the small kitchen where a lone person was sitting.

 

The young man, however, didn't notice as he continued to type, the soft clack-clack-clacking of the keys the only sound in the kitchen. Occasionally, it was pierced by the sudden abrupt laughter of the boy sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop open and a word document blazing across its screen.

 

He couldn't help it. Sometimes, he really did write funny things.

 

Then suddenly, another sound joined the typing keys: the abrupt sounds of someone putting a key to the lock in the front door and pushing it open.

 

“Kouichi?”

 

Kouji paused in the doorway to flip the light switch. Bright, false light flooded the kitchen and the young man inside it. Kouichi paused in his typing to blink against the light. Now that he had stopped, he proceeded to sit back in his chair and take a break. Stretching, he turned to see his hotter better half, not to mention younger twin brother, setting his backpack and a grocery bag onto the table.

 

“Have you been typing all day again?” Kouji asked, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.

 

Kouichi smiled up at him. “I'm a novelist. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?”

 

Kouji just gave him a look. “You're gonna get fat and lazy sitting around all day.”

 

“Hmmm, maybe.”

 

Kouji raised an eyebrow. “Have you eaten today?”

 

Kouichi shrugged. “I ate some rice earlier.”

 

“You mean then `this morning'-earlier. Why don't you eat lunch? Or have some snacks ready, if you can't bear to leave your beloved laptop?”

 

Kouichi looked sheepishly at him, and Kouji sighed. “Are you almost finished?”

 

“I was just finishing a scene.”

 

Kouji crossed over to stand behind his older brother and check out what he'd been writing. After a few moments of reading, he shook his head and tried to hide his grin. “You're having *way* too much fun with that Taichi kid.”

 

Kouichi laughed. “Not as much as I'll have with Ken Ichijouji, when I get around to penning his next part. And not as much fun as I had with Yamato, or Takeru. Or Takato-mon.“ Kouichi paused to look at his brother. “Or you.”

 

Kouji grinned outright. “Now that's what I'm talking about.” He leaned down and swiftly kissed Kouichi's pretty lips. “I gonna take a shower. Oh, I brought the stuff you wanted for dinner tonight. Are you *sure* you know how to make that old bondage soup?”

 

Kouichi laughed while trying to look offended. “I can cook anything! Even 'old bondage' soup! Now, hurry up and take a shower, or you'll miss dinner altogether.”

 

Kouji gave him a smirk. “I'm just worried about missing desert.”

 

Kouichi flushed a soft pink and watched as Kouji went laughing down the hallway. *Such nerve!* Kouichi thought fondly as he saved and closed his document, and then began preparing their dinner.

 

The young twins, now at twenty-three, were living a comfortable and happy lifestyle in San Francisco, the city of their dreams. The Twins, Takuya, Izumi, Junpei and Tomoki had all joined in a special transfer student contest, and to their delightful surprise, all six of them had won. They spent one awesome semester in San Francisco, but afterwards, the Digi-destined had had to return to Tokyo where they finished their high school education and graduated.

 

During their stay in the bay city, Kouji and Kouichi decided to move in together after high school, and not only move together, but move to San Francisco, clear across the world it felt.

 

Kouichi wouldn't pretend. It wasn't easy moving out on their own. First of all, his mother had been upset about his decision to move so far away from her, but she was comforted when she realized that at least he'd be with his brother. Unfortunately, or perhaps it was very fortunate indeed, it was often only Kouji that he had in the entire world when money became tight and they had nearly nothing to eat after paying off the bills that accompanied Kouji's education.

 

Kouji had decided to attend college in San Francisco to study engineering and technology. To help with his share of the rent and everything else, he got a part-time job at the local grocery store. Kouichi, too, got a job there, but his was a full-time job as he had decided not to continue school. Instead, he worked all day, cooked for Kouji at night, and did their laundry on weekends. Kouji didn't like that the chores seemed one-sided, but Kouichi didn't mind. It was the least he could do. It was his brother, after all, that provided him with real freedom.

 

Freedom to do what he wanted and be who he was.

 

He was Kouichi Kimura, and he was in love with his twin brother, who loved him in return. Not too long after they moved to `Frisco, there had been a rash break-out of same-sex marriages, and many people made mad dashes from all over to their city to take the vows. Kouichi had been feeling slightly depressed because he and Kouji couldn't do the same, but he was surprised to come home one night to find the living room decked out with candles, dozens of flowers, and Kouji waiting for him with a silver ring. He and Kouji were “married” that very night in their own living room.

 

Kouichi tucked the beautiful silver ring in his pocket as he prepared to wash and chop the vegetables. A soft beep to his right told him that his laptop had gone on Stand-By. Kouichi smiled to himself.

 

The laptop had been another gift from Kouji.

 

After high school, Kouichi decided that he didn't want to go to school anymore. He could do alright, and get good grades when he tried, but truth was he just wasn't as naturally apt at it as Kouji was. He didn't enjoy mastering difficult equations or creating new theories on prose. He couldn't stand analyzing every little thing, and especially not literature.

 

Kouichi had always been a fan of reading, and when he was younger he had tried his hand at a few short stories. While Kouji had been tirelessly filling out applications for colleges and financial aid, Kouichi took up his own pen and began penning (literally until Kouji gave him the laptop he had constructed himself the following year) the first of many best-selling books.

 

His first set of books, a trilogy, he called The Digimon Frontier. The world thought he was brilliant, creating such odd and wonderful creatures, but he and the other Digi-Destined merely laughed. Takuya told him that he'd better write him as a handsome, talented, and brave leader, upon which Kouji immediately shot him down with a sarcastic remark.

 

Luckily, Tommy was there to pick him back up.

 

[We interrupt this story for an AN!!: Tommy (not to be confused with Tomoki) is also Bennington-San from “Bedshaped” and another reference to that other story. For a clue, he's an OC (my conscience, since someone requested a M/M story between my conscience and someone else) and Takuya's other half (the guy chosen to go with Tommy). …Now back to the text…]

 

Upon the success of his first attempt, Kouichi stretched over his imagination and created similar stories taking place in alternate universes. Digimon Tamers, a multi-volume series, soon hit the shelves and children who were fans of the first series swamped the stores to read all about Takato-mon and Guilmon's adventures.

 

His next project he called Digimon 01. “01” for no good reason besides that it was January, the first month of the year in the United States, when he first got the idea. Soon, the adventures of Taichi, his little sister, Hikari; Yamato and his little bother Takeru; Sora, Jyou, Mimi and Koushiro was flying from his mind almost faster than he could type.

 

The following year, this time in February (Get it, 02?), Kouichi decided to continue with the group, making them a few years older and inviting new members to play. Daisuke was a trip, older Takeru seemed divine, and his current favorite, Ken Ichijouji, was currently undergoing some rough times.

 

Kouichi shook his head. Sometimes, he felt he was even more sadistic than his younger brother.

 

Kouichi smiled and wiped his hands on his aprons. Now that the meatballs for the soup were done, he placed them in the pot with the other vegetables and set them to simmer. He watched the pot for a moment as he replaced his ring, pleased at his cooking skills.

 

Living alone with only his mother and grandmother, Kouichi wasn't exactly taken out to play baseball and whatever else it was that boys usually did with their fathers. Instead, Kouichi learned softer arts, such as cutting hair, sewing and, most importantly, how to cook. It was his grandmother who taught him all these things, as she was his babysitter during the days and always cooked the dinner at night. His mother had had to work two jobs and would often come home very late. His grandmother had always told him that it was important for everyone to have some knowledge of how to cook, and now in his current living situation, Kouichi was never more thankful.

 

Even before the two twins had moved out together, Kouichi was well acquainted with the charcoal dishes his `Touto was able to make. Thus, he absolutely *insisted* on preparing most of their meals. Oh, Kouji helped out every once in a while, cereal preparation was no stranger to him, but Kouichi took delight in his culinary skills, perfecting them to newer and higher levels, even going so far as to learn how to prepare multi-cultural meals.

 

Tonight's dinner was one such meal. A new friend of his, a Mexican-American lady named Katheryn, or Kat, had written out for him the recipe of “albondigas” soup, a delicious meatball, rice and vegetable brew.

 

Suddenly, he felt two arms encircling him from behind. The scent of their shampoo came across to him and he leaned back into Kouji's chest.

 

Kouji pulled Kouichi into a tight hug and breathed in the naturally sweet scent of Kouichi. He let out a contented sigh.

 

“It does smell delicious, doesn't it?” Kouichi said pleasantly.

 

Kouji smirked. “Actually, I was smelling you, but yes, I guess you could say that.” To emphasize his point, Kouji began to nibble on his older brother's nape. Kouichi gave a shudder and fairly danced out of Kouji's embrace.

 

“Cut that out,” Kouichi warned, “I don't want dinner to burn!”

 

Kouji continued to smile at his brother. “So, we'll do something about that,” he said, walked forward and reaching around his brother to switch off the stove.

 

“Don't turn that off!” Kouichi said, concerned. “If you stop it now, I'll never learn how to prepare it properly and tonight's dinner will be spoiled! Don't you want to eat?”

 

“Yes, I'm starving.”

 

“Well, then--hey, wait--Kouji!”

 

Kouichi didn't have much of a chance to say anything more before his brother reached out quickly and lifted him up. “I thought you said you were starving?”

 

Kouji laughed. “I am, and I think I'm going to have to take an appetizer before I eat the main course.”

 

Kouichi smiled knowingly at him. “So I suppose we'll being eating in our bedroom tonight?”

 

“Hell no.”

 

Kouichi's eyes widened. “Huh?”

 

Kouji leaned forward and set his older brother down onto the table, pushing aside the napkin and coaster holder in the center to make room. “Like I said, I'm starving, and I'll take my meal right here.”

 

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Author's Note: Okay, I've heard tell of a rumor that TK, in the final episode of Digimon 02, is the one who became an author. Well, I made Kouichi an author who wrote their Digimon adventures into books. What TK wrote, if he did indeed become an author, I don't know. Why? Tell `em, Tommy.

Tommy: `Cause her mean little sister forgot to record the show for her when she was at work that Sunday, and then same said little sister //conveniently// forgot what happened in the show!!

Me: *Sob* And then of course, they stop showing that season! I'll never forgive her for it! *Pulls self back together* Oh, by the way, if any Latin person is offended by my terrible attempt to portray Kouichi making albondigas (And, geez, did I even spell it right?)…I'm sorry, okay!?!?!? Kouichi may kick ass at that sort of thing but my culinary skills are more at Kouji's level. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I apologize to the world for this girl's terrible, nonexistent cooking skills.

Tommy: I'm sorry, too.

Me: Why are you sorry?

Tommy: Am I not supposed to be? I'm sorry.

Me: Don't be sorry, be quiet!

Tommy: I'M SORRY!

Me: *Turns aside to the audience* Gods, don't you just LOVE Mel Brooks? His poor wife passed away recently.

Tommy: *Moment of Silence*

 

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