Drabbles: Love
Title: Love. Drabbles #11-20
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
011 - Lonely
Before Takeru came along, Daisuke was lonely.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have friends, because he did. Granted, not very good ones, but they were fun and reckless and outgoing.
But a part of him just didn’t fit. He’d go from his loud mouth friends at school who, in reality, wouldn’t listen or cheer him up even if they knew he was miserable. To home, where his parents ignored him and his sister tried her best, but she was older and she was a girl and really she just had so much else to do.
When he became a digidestined, not much changed, only an infatuation with a girl he was sure could help him fit in with this clique.
But that didn’t work either, because he didn’t belong in her picture-perfect world, even if he wanted too.
He didn’t like Takeru really, so it kinda makes an overdone cliché that they’d be on the same screwed up page. Because Takeru was lonely too, and even if it took a while, the black hole in Daisuke’s heart began to mend when they were together and suddenly…suddenly he wasn’t so lonely.
012 - Sad.
It happens so abruptly, that Takeru isn’t really sure what to think. Because he isn’t in his apartment anymore, huddled to his lover’s warm frame, no, this is the place of some distant, covered memory.
Dreadful sobs shatter Daisuke’s shallow breaths and anguished yells beat away the sounds of nighttime traffic.
His grown-up hands suddenly aren’t so grown up, and his boxers resemble more of a youthful jumpsuit.
The red-hair beside him isn’t red anymore, now it’s a blond - matching his own.
He hears his mother cry, sees the liquid heartache running races down her cheeks. Daddy’s yelling again, so angry and tragic - he doesn’t want to be here, but Takeru wants him to stay.
His family’s shattering into a million pieces, but he’s still clinging blindly at the fragments because he’s so small and he can’t imagine life without them. Fear is clutching at his chest, suffocating the bird bones of his ribs, and his brother’s clutching his hand, only it’s not his brother, it’s Daisuke and…he’s back.
Back.
Sweat is rolling down his forehead, and tears stain his porcelain cheeks. It’s over now, the nightmares gone and Daisuke’s here, his families broken, but the pieces aren’t as tiny and difficult to find as he’d imagined at that age.
And it’s ok, Daisuke’s muttering, it’s fine now. But it’s really not, nothing can substitute loosing that. Nothing can quell that sadness.
013 - Crazy
Daisuke still remembers the way Saki stood up, big, bold and beautiful, independent and proud. She didn’t sweat, didn’t stutter, didn’t sob or weep, she knew what she had to say, and knew exactly how she was going to say it.
“I’m gay.” Saki said, a challenge dead-set in her big green eyes.
The rowdy chatter stopped abruptly, and in Daisuke’s mind the silence was deafening. It took a slow ten minutes for tentative talk to start up again, but no one paid heed to Saki’s statement. She took it in her stride, sighed, as if she’d expected no less.
Daisuke’s only 10 and he doesn’t understand much, he never saw the problem when Saki babysat him, or when the beautiful, doe-eyed blonde girl came to pick her up.
Nonetheless, when Daisuke’s cousin is 17, she’s ostracized from the family.
Now whenever she’s referred to it’s always ‘the black sheep’, ‘the dyke’, ‘that crazy cousin’.
Daisuke doesn’t like to think what’s going to happen when they find out about Takeru.
014 - Fearless
When they find him, his teeth are bared. Bold and white and Daisuke thinks they resemble that of Count Dracula - turns out it really is a blood-sucking little thing.
Takeru’s compassionate nature shines through at the sight of it though, and all Daisuke can do is sigh, pick it up and carry the ungrateful wretch home.
As it sits in the cardboard box lined with strips from the local paper, he stares back at Daisuke. Challenge set in his big, brown eyes as Takeru fusses and preens the pathetic thing, and it takes a while before Daisuke actually manages to drag Takeru to bed.
By morning it’s gone, and the blonde worries so much that Daisuke really has to go look for it, even if Takeru said maybe they shouldn’t (after all, they’d only had him a night).
In the dark, dead-end of some dead-beat alley, he finds him. The scraggly thing is taking on something much bigger, three-times-its-size-bigger. So Daisuke battles his way through, throwing rocks and the like, rescues the scraggly thing, and heads back to their apartment.
When they get back, Takeru kisses his new fixation, and dubs it ‘Fearless’. Daisuke doesn’t get it.
Three days later, they get a knock on the door.
A magenta-haired child stumbles in, crying and moaning all over the place. What could only be her brother struts in after her.
Their puppy is lost.
Five days.
Oh.
Takeru nods gently, finds the thing, and brings it back. Only Daisuke sees his hazy eyes, filled with the promise of tears.
Squealing, the little girl grabs it - chokes it - “Snuffles!” And she’s back to a weeping mess.
Her brother thanks them, then leaves.
Waving a hand, Takeru goes to bed. He’ll be fine tomorrow. But Daisuke can’t help but feel a slight lament for ‘Snuffles’.
Shaking his head, he puts his hands on his hips.
‘Snuffles the Fearless’.
Huh.
015 - Happy
Takeru really can’t help it. So when Daisuke turns away, pouts and folds his arms over his chest, he sneaks up behind him, and - somehow - manages to snake his pale arms around his lover’s waist.
Daisuke tries to fight the grin, like he always does, but it doesn’t really work.
“You always do that.”
“What?” Takeru asks, the picture of innocence.
“You always counter me being all pissed off by being cute and shit.”
Mock-frowning, Takeru bites the red-heads shoulder, “I’m always cute, yet I don’t recall ever being ‘and shit’.”
“You wouldn’t.”
But Daisuke smiles, there’s no hard feelings.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“Pft. We both knew it wouldn’t last.”
016 - Dreamy
At 14, Takeru had found himself at that very awkward in-between phase where his voice was cracking all over the place, the growth spurt was really starting to kick in, and a day that he didn’t stumble over his own feet was scarce.
Oh…
And there was that.
He’d taken up the habit of washing his own sheets, because he really didn’t want to face his Mum when she saw that particular stain. Nup, that was a scenario that he’d rather avoid.
Despite that, the stains weren’t really the worst of it; because every boy he knew that had been through this had dreamt of girls.
Not gorgeous, bronze-skinned, red-headed boys.
Hot-headed and compassionate, with a heart that he wore on his sleeve.
Writhing - squirming - on the bed beneath-
Right.
017 - Angry
It wasn’t that Hikari was mad or even upset, it’s just she wasn’t…happy about it.
She completes highschool with two wonderful, kind, brave best friends. Two wonderful, kind, brave, male best friends. So naturally, she’d expected that one of them would be interested in her, want to settle down with her, marry her even. Isn’t that the basic premise for most chick flicks?
The three of them are 18 now, and she’s sitting opposite them as they hold hands tightly under the table. Both smiling, nothing forced, and so much love in their eyes. They’re a good couple, opposites attract and all that jazz.
And she’s happy for them…really. How could she be resentful of the gaze, the kisses, the affection. The thought that it should’ve been hers bubbles every so often, but she beats it back down.
Because she’s not an attention whore, and she’s not that self-absorbed and she’s not angry…really.
018 - Afraid
“Truth or Dare?” Taichi asked, directly opposite Takeru’s scrawny frame.
The five had been bored that Friday night, and the extremity of the situation had led Hikari to suggest the clichéd option. So now Yamato, Taichi, Hikari, Takeru and Daisuke sat huddled around a bottle on the living room floor.
“Uh…truth I guess.”
Taichi looked downtrodden, but only for a second. “Ok, well let’s talk fear. Deepest, darkest. Dish.”
The blond looked thoughtful, rocking back slightly on his heels.
“Fears?” Daisuke scoffed, they’d just hit 15 and, like old scars, the meaningless rivalry was yet to fade. “So T.S, what’s the child-saint afraid of?”
“The dark.” He stated, unabashed. “Whose turn now?”
019 - Embarrassed
“Iloveyou.”
He blurts the words out so quickly that they flow into an unintelligible phrase.
Takeru looks up from where he sits, sprawled on the bed. “What?”
Daisuke’s face flushes, palms sweaty, an awkward, tight heat swelling at his chest. “Uh, well…y’see.” He’s stuttering now, and he wishes desperately that the blond had heard him the first time.
Of course, Takeru’s always had incredibly sharp hearing, and he grins despite himself as Daisuke hesitates. The crimson face is incredibly cute after all.
It takes another couple of minutes for Daisuke to groan, head in hands and state remorsefully that he hadn’t actually said anything of importance.
Slightly put off, Takeru leans forward, presses Daisuke’s hands to his lips and gently, bravely whispers, “I love you too.”
020 - Fallen in Love
When Daisuke is 11, he runs home from school.
This may not seem to be such a big deal, but Jun knows better. Daisuke never runs home if he can help it, he’ll dawdle, strut, wander, jog…but never run. So when he rushes through the door, Jun leaps to her feet screaming “Hurricane Ototou” and throws herself over the back of the sofa.
Daisuke gives her a look, huffing, and flicking his red fringe off his face.
He’s in love apparently. A girl in his class, Hikari something-or-other.
This time, Jun gives him a look, huffs and flicks brown hair off her shoulders. She gets over it quickly though, and gives her brother moony eyes and recites some forgotten ballad about first loves, marriage and growing old, gray and wrinkly together.
He rolls his eyes and leaves, still too high, his head in the clouds.
Jun knows it won’t last though, first crushes never do.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Digimon (Daikeru)
011 - Lonely
Before Takeru came along, Daisuke was lonely.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have friends, because he did. Granted, not very good ones, but they were fun and reckless and outgoing.
But a part of him just didn’t fit. He’d go from his loud mouth friends at school who, in reality, wouldn’t listen or cheer him up even if they knew he was miserable. To home, where his parents ignored him and his sister tried her best, but she was older and she was a girl and really she just had so much else to do.
When he became a digidestined, not much changed, only an infatuation with a girl he was sure could help him fit in with this clique.
But that didn’t work either, because he didn’t belong in her picture-perfect world, even if he wanted too.
He didn’t like Takeru really, so it kinda makes an overdone cliché that they’d be on the same screwed up page. Because Takeru was lonely too, and even if it took a while, the black hole in Daisuke’s heart began to mend when they were together and suddenly…suddenly he wasn’t so lonely.
012 - Sad.
It happens so abruptly, that Takeru isn’t really sure what to think. Because he isn’t in his apartment anymore, huddled to his lover’s warm frame, no, this is the place of some distant, covered memory.
Dreadful sobs shatter Daisuke’s shallow breaths and anguished yells beat away the sounds of nighttime traffic.
His grown-up hands suddenly aren’t so grown up, and his boxers resemble more of a youthful jumpsuit.
The red-hair beside him isn’t red anymore, now it’s a blond - matching his own.
He hears his mother cry, sees the liquid heartache running races down her cheeks. Daddy’s yelling again, so angry and tragic - he doesn’t want to be here, but Takeru wants him to stay.
His family’s shattering into a million pieces, but he’s still clinging blindly at the fragments because he’s so small and he can’t imagine life without them. Fear is clutching at his chest, suffocating the bird bones of his ribs, and his brother’s clutching his hand, only it’s not his brother, it’s Daisuke and…he’s back.
Back.
Sweat is rolling down his forehead, and tears stain his porcelain cheeks. It’s over now, the nightmares gone and Daisuke’s here, his families broken, but the pieces aren’t as tiny and difficult to find as he’d imagined at that age.
And it’s ok, Daisuke’s muttering, it’s fine now. But it’s really not, nothing can substitute loosing that. Nothing can quell that sadness.
013 - Crazy
Daisuke still remembers the way Saki stood up, big, bold and beautiful, independent and proud. She didn’t sweat, didn’t stutter, didn’t sob or weep, she knew what she had to say, and knew exactly how she was going to say it.
“I’m gay.” Saki said, a challenge dead-set in her big green eyes.
The rowdy chatter stopped abruptly, and in Daisuke’s mind the silence was deafening. It took a slow ten minutes for tentative talk to start up again, but no one paid heed to Saki’s statement. She took it in her stride, sighed, as if she’d expected no less.
Daisuke’s only 10 and he doesn’t understand much, he never saw the problem when Saki babysat him, or when the beautiful, doe-eyed blonde girl came to pick her up.
Nonetheless, when Daisuke’s cousin is 17, she’s ostracized from the family.
Now whenever she’s referred to it’s always ‘the black sheep’, ‘the dyke’, ‘that crazy cousin’.
Daisuke doesn’t like to think what’s going to happen when they find out about Takeru.
014 - Fearless
When they find him, his teeth are bared. Bold and white and Daisuke thinks they resemble that of Count Dracula - turns out it really is a blood-sucking little thing.
Takeru’s compassionate nature shines through at the sight of it though, and all Daisuke can do is sigh, pick it up and carry the ungrateful wretch home.
As it sits in the cardboard box lined with strips from the local paper, he stares back at Daisuke. Challenge set in his big, brown eyes as Takeru fusses and preens the pathetic thing, and it takes a while before Daisuke actually manages to drag Takeru to bed.
By morning it’s gone, and the blonde worries so much that Daisuke really has to go look for it, even if Takeru said maybe they shouldn’t (after all, they’d only had him a night).
In the dark, dead-end of some dead-beat alley, he finds him. The scraggly thing is taking on something much bigger, three-times-its-size-bigger. So Daisuke battles his way through, throwing rocks and the like, rescues the scraggly thing, and heads back to their apartment.
When they get back, Takeru kisses his new fixation, and dubs it ‘Fearless’. Daisuke doesn’t get it.
Three days later, they get a knock on the door.
A magenta-haired child stumbles in, crying and moaning all over the place. What could only be her brother struts in after her.
Their puppy is lost.
Five days.
Oh.
Takeru nods gently, finds the thing, and brings it back. Only Daisuke sees his hazy eyes, filled with the promise of tears.
Squealing, the little girl grabs it - chokes it - “Snuffles!” And she’s back to a weeping mess.
Her brother thanks them, then leaves.
Waving a hand, Takeru goes to bed. He’ll be fine tomorrow. But Daisuke can’t help but feel a slight lament for ‘Snuffles’.
Shaking his head, he puts his hands on his hips.
‘Snuffles the Fearless’.
Huh.
015 - Happy
Takeru really can’t help it. So when Daisuke turns away, pouts and folds his arms over his chest, he sneaks up behind him, and - somehow - manages to snake his pale arms around his lover’s waist.
Daisuke tries to fight the grin, like he always does, but it doesn’t really work.
“You always do that.”
“What?” Takeru asks, the picture of innocence.
“You always counter me being all pissed off by being cute and shit.”
Mock-frowning, Takeru bites the red-heads shoulder, “I’m always cute, yet I don’t recall ever being ‘and shit’.”
“You wouldn’t.”
But Daisuke smiles, there’s no hard feelings.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“Pft. We both knew it wouldn’t last.”
016 - Dreamy
At 14, Takeru had found himself at that very awkward in-between phase where his voice was cracking all over the place, the growth spurt was really starting to kick in, and a day that he didn’t stumble over his own feet was scarce.
Oh…
And there was that.
He’d taken up the habit of washing his own sheets, because he really didn’t want to face his Mum when she saw that particular stain. Nup, that was a scenario that he’d rather avoid.
Despite that, the stains weren’t really the worst of it; because every boy he knew that had been through this had dreamt of girls.
Not gorgeous, bronze-skinned, red-headed boys.
Hot-headed and compassionate, with a heart that he wore on his sleeve.
Writhing - squirming - on the bed beneath-
Right.
017 - Angry
It wasn’t that Hikari was mad or even upset, it’s just she wasn’t…happy about it.
She completes highschool with two wonderful, kind, brave best friends. Two wonderful, kind, brave, male best friends. So naturally, she’d expected that one of them would be interested in her, want to settle down with her, marry her even. Isn’t that the basic premise for most chick flicks?
The three of them are 18 now, and she’s sitting opposite them as they hold hands tightly under the table. Both smiling, nothing forced, and so much love in their eyes. They’re a good couple, opposites attract and all that jazz.
And she’s happy for them…really. How could she be resentful of the gaze, the kisses, the affection. The thought that it should’ve been hers bubbles every so often, but she beats it back down.
Because she’s not an attention whore, and she’s not that self-absorbed and she’s not angry…really.
018 - Afraid
“Truth or Dare?” Taichi asked, directly opposite Takeru’s scrawny frame.
The five had been bored that Friday night, and the extremity of the situation had led Hikari to suggest the clichéd option. So now Yamato, Taichi, Hikari, Takeru and Daisuke sat huddled around a bottle on the living room floor.
“Uh…truth I guess.”
Taichi looked downtrodden, but only for a second. “Ok, well let’s talk fear. Deepest, darkest. Dish.”
The blond looked thoughtful, rocking back slightly on his heels.
“Fears?” Daisuke scoffed, they’d just hit 15 and, like old scars, the meaningless rivalry was yet to fade. “So T.S, what’s the child-saint afraid of?”
“The dark.” He stated, unabashed. “Whose turn now?”
019 - Embarrassed
“Iloveyou.”
He blurts the words out so quickly that they flow into an unintelligible phrase.
Takeru looks up from where he sits, sprawled on the bed. “What?”
Daisuke’s face flushes, palms sweaty, an awkward, tight heat swelling at his chest. “Uh, well…y’see.” He’s stuttering now, and he wishes desperately that the blond had heard him the first time.
Of course, Takeru’s always had incredibly sharp hearing, and he grins despite himself as Daisuke hesitates. The crimson face is incredibly cute after all.
It takes another couple of minutes for Daisuke to groan, head in hands and state remorsefully that he hadn’t actually said anything of importance.
Slightly put off, Takeru leans forward, presses Daisuke’s hands to his lips and gently, bravely whispers, “I love you too.”
020 - Fallen in Love
When Daisuke is 11, he runs home from school.
This may not seem to be such a big deal, but Jun knows better. Daisuke never runs home if he can help it, he’ll dawdle, strut, wander, jog…but never run. So when he rushes through the door, Jun leaps to her feet screaming “Hurricane Ototou” and throws herself over the back of the sofa.
Daisuke gives her a look, huffing, and flicking his red fringe off his face.
He’s in love apparently. A girl in his class, Hikari something-or-other.
This time, Jun gives him a look, huffs and flicks brown hair off her shoulders. She gets over it quickly though, and gives her brother moony eyes and recites some forgotten ballad about first loves, marriage and growing old, gray and wrinkly together.
He rolls his eyes and leaves, still too high, his head in the clouds.
Jun knows it won’t last though, first crushes never do.