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Series: In The Cycle||Story: Making A Move
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 1,055
Ship: Ken x Daisuke
Genre: Romance||Rated: G
Notes: Sometime after the previous fic. Couple of months, since they’re starting their summer break.
Summary: The Chosen are going to the beach. There are going to be fireworks, food, and fun – and someone might finally make a move.
The Chosen didn’t often have the opportunity to get together. Try as they might, the perils of growing up meant not always having time for certain things. But there were times when they put in the effort, and said times weren’t always ones where the fate of two worlds were at stake.
Daisuke tucked the last of the food into the picnic basket and did a quick double check to be sure that he’d not missed anything. Ken glanced over his shoulder.
“Are those your mother’s cakes?” There was a definite hint of greediness in his tone at the sight of them, and Daisuke lightly tapped Ken’s hand to keep him away from them.
“You can have some later, after the fireworks,” Daisuke promised. His mom had made certain there were enough of them for everyone, but if someone didn’t keep an eye on Ken, Daisuke wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d all vanished.
Ken pulled his hand back, a brief smile flashing across his lips. “Are we ready?”
“I think so.” Daisuke ran over everything in his head. Everyone was bringing their own basket – more or less. Taichi and Yamato were going to share one, as were Koushiro and Miyako. Hikari and Sora had also made sharing plans. Daisuke wasn’t sure what the others’ plans were, but he figured he’d see once they were all on the beach together.
He checked one more time for the extra food, then shot a quick look to where V-mon sat not that far away, eyes round with hunger and greed, far more so than Ken.
“You’ll get your share later.” Daisuke waved a finger at him and V-mon grumbled. “You’re going to get sick if you keep stuffing yourself.”
“I would not!” V-mon declared, mildly offended at the very suggestion. Daisuke just looked at him. They’d found out the hard way that V-mon’s stomach didn’t always react well with some of the food he loved the most.
Ken chuckled a little. Daisuke shot him a mildly annoyed look, but one that softened within seconds. He was so used to seeing Ken in his school uniform that seeing him dressed now in shorts and a regular shirt and sandals still took him by surprise. Sometimes he thought he caught Ken staring at him too.
It made him wonder sometimes if he should – no, if he said anything, it wasn’t the right time. So many times he’d felt the words tingling on his lips and yet held them back. He trusted Ken would always be his friend, and the chance of adding a fresh new dimension to that teased so hard at him.
And he refused every time, holding himself back. He would always be Ken’s friend. He wasn’t going to do anything to lose that, ever. But he knew he’d have to make a choice, and that choice could be closer than he thought.
With everything packed up, they headed out for their destination – one of the secluded beaches. As time passed, Digimon were more and more accepted and more and more people gained partners of their own. So their own partners stayed with them more, and were included on this trip.
Mimi was the first one there, it seemed, and had already spread out what she’d brought with her and Palmon. She greeted them with a cheerful wave and Daisuke returned it, taking the chance to practice a little of his English.
Soon everyone else showed up, carrying their baskets, their partners with them, chatting among themselves. Takeru had the fireworks, but no one wanted them to be set off until after the sun went down.
Daisuke stretched out next to Ken, his head tilted back, staring up at the gleaming stars that glittered overhead. V-mon and Wormmon were curled around each other, V-mon’s stomach rounded with everything he’d stuffed into himself. Daisuke shook his head a bit.
“He’s out like a light,” he reported, and Ken chuckled. Wormmon also didn’t move, deeply sleeping. Ken ran his hand gently over his partner’s head.
Daisuke tilted his head a little and could see the others. Taichi and Agumon were in a deep conversation, though they were a little too far away for him to hear what they were talking about. Yamato sat with his back to one of the cliffs, Gabumon by his side, fingering his guitar in a melody that meshed with the sound of the surf and the wind.
Koushiro and Miyako were talking about something that probably involved computers, since they were staring at a laptop. At least that was what Daisuke guessed they were talking about. Jou and Iori were also talking, but the sound of waves covered it up neatly. They were all more or less in their own little worlds, and Daisuke kind of liked it that way.
Since he was in his own little world with Ken.
He tracked the stars across the sky, not really thinking about anything, but enjoying being here. Ken was so close to him. Daisuke could feel the warmth of his presence.
“Ken…” Daisuke murmured, feeling that maybe now might be the time. He wasn’t sure of how to shape the words, but he’d always been rather fond of just charging ahead regardless. If Ken didn’t feel the same, then that would be all right.
“All right, everyone!” Takeru waved one hand from where he’d been busy setting up the fireworks. “Time to get these going!”
Daisuke groaned, slamming his head against the sand for a few seconds. Ken blinked at him, clearly confused.
“Daisuke? Are you all right?”
As much as he wanted otherwise, Daisuke wasn’t sure if he could say what he wanted to say.
Who cares. Might as well take a chance. Won’t be the worst one I’ve ever done.
Daisuke didn’t answer. At least not with words. He reached over, rested his hands on Ken’s shoulders, and just as the first fireworks took off, exploding into the night sky, kissed Ken full on the lips.
It was everything he’d ever hoped it would be. And what made it better was when Ken started to kiss back. He tasted of the cakes they’d shared and his hands slipped around Daisuke’s back, their breath sliding together until Daisuke wasn’t sure if he could breathe without him.
He also wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
The End
Notes: I’m tempted to write something that focuses more on those cakes. But not now.