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Title: Les Nuits
Series: Adventure 02
Pairing: Daiken
Rating: G
Word count: 295
Note: Dedicated to the the fact that I've gone to bed at four for the past week and a half...
There were two kinds of bad nights: the ones with the nightmares, the ones when Ken woke up in a cold sweat and hot hidden tears, and the ones when he just couldn’t sleep at all.
Daisuke tried to be there for both sorts of nights. Mrs. Ichijouji was always happy to have her son’s best friend over to the apartment on weekends, sometimes even on school nights, and if Daisuke’s parents said anything about how often he was gone he chose not to listen.
On the first sort of night they would eat or play video games until it got late enough that they were too tired to stay awake. Daisuke always took the top bunk and slept lightly: the knew the noises he should listen for. The small murmurs, the almost imperceptible crackle of clenched knuckles against the sheets.
He would climb down, after Ken woke up, and hold him for a long, long time, and neither would say a word.
The other nights, the entirely sleepless ones, were when they talked. Or rather, Daisuke talked and Ken mostly listened, shadowed eyes drooping every once and a while but never closing. Daisuke fed him stories of soccer practice and practical jokes and the condensed plot of the latest action manga he’d read in a valiant attempt at distraction.
Eventually Daisuke would fall asleep and Ken would lie against him, staring at the light painting the sky through the blinds.
So Daisuke had practice with the post-sundown Ichijouji.
When they move in together, years later, after a long day of unpacking boxes, Ken falls into a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep for the first time in what feels like eons, in the bed that now belongs to two.
Daisuke tucks the blankets around his shoulders and watches him till morning.
Series: Adventure 02
Pairing: Daiken
Rating: G
Word count: 295
Note: Dedicated to the the fact that I've gone to bed at four for the past week and a half...
There were two kinds of bad nights: the ones with the nightmares, the ones when Ken woke up in a cold sweat and hot hidden tears, and the ones when he just couldn’t sleep at all.
Daisuke tried to be there for both sorts of nights. Mrs. Ichijouji was always happy to have her son’s best friend over to the apartment on weekends, sometimes even on school nights, and if Daisuke’s parents said anything about how often he was gone he chose not to listen.
On the first sort of night they would eat or play video games until it got late enough that they were too tired to stay awake. Daisuke always took the top bunk and slept lightly: the knew the noises he should listen for. The small murmurs, the almost imperceptible crackle of clenched knuckles against the sheets.
He would climb down, after Ken woke up, and hold him for a long, long time, and neither would say a word.
The other nights, the entirely sleepless ones, were when they talked. Or rather, Daisuke talked and Ken mostly listened, shadowed eyes drooping every once and a while but never closing. Daisuke fed him stories of soccer practice and practical jokes and the condensed plot of the latest action manga he’d read in a valiant attempt at distraction.
Eventually Daisuke would fall asleep and Ken would lie against him, staring at the light painting the sky through the blinds.
So Daisuke had practice with the post-sundown Ichijouji.
When they move in together, years later, after a long day of unpacking boxes, Ken falls into a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep for the first time in what feels like eons, in the bed that now belongs to two.
Daisuke tucks the blankets around his shoulders and watches him till morning.