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Higuchimon ([personal profile] higuchimon) wrote2017-05-09 12:27 am

[fanfic] Digimon Adventure 02: Fireflies: Chapter 22

Story Title: Fireflies
Word Count: chapter: 3,094||story: 64,725




By the time Daisuke and I get back around to where Ken is, Mimi’s already standing outside the door waiting. She’s got the faintest little blush on her cheeks. I don’t know why, it’s a little surprising but there’s nothing wrong with her and Ken being together, is there? If they are. I mean, sure, she was looking at him like they were, but…well…I don’t know. I guess we’ll ask and find out.

“So, you and Ken, huh?” That’s Daisuke for you. Straight and to the point. “How do you pull that one off?”

Mimi glowers at him some, but not very hard. We’ve all gotten used to him over the last few years. “It takes a lot of effort and timing. But it’s worth it.”

“Very much so.” Ken says from the door, which he opened without either of us noticing. He motions us in, and Daisuke’s practically flying by him, bouncing on his heels. “So you did figure it out.”

“Wasn’t that hard, once I saw you together.” Daisuke waves a hand as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “So, you two are going out tomorrow night too?”

“Yes. It won’t be for very long, but it’s when we have some free time together.” Ken says quietly, settling back down into his chair. “Did you all enjoy the concert?”

“Best part was yours, really.” Daisuke replies, but he obviously isn’t there to talk about that. “How did you two get together?”

Ken and Mimi both look at him, more than a touch bothered, but Daisuke only looks back at them. “You know I’ll find out one way or the other. Might as well just tell me.”

“He’s right.” Ken sighs a little, but there’s also a hint of amusement in his eyes. You can’t know Daisuke without knowing how he is, and you can’t like him without putting up with some of his quirks. That’s just life with Daisuke.

It could be a lot of fun, even if it is a lot of aggravation at the same time.

“It’s not that much of a secret,” Mimi replies. “I was in the Digital World at the same time he was, and we happened across each other. We started to talk, and we enjoyed it so much that we set up a time and a place to meet again. Everything kind of happened after that.”

Daisuke makes a face for a moment. “Aw, that’s boring! Couldn’t you at least make up a story about how Ken got chased by a rabid Bearmon and you had to fight it off of him and that’s how you fell in love?”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people look quite that red before. It’s almost worth taking a picture of. But I don’t. Not in front of them. That would be rude.

“Why would they have to do that?” Wormmon peeks up as he starts to crawl up Ken’s leg a little. “Palmon and I could chase a rabid Bearmon off.”

“I’ll lend you some romance novels and you can find out for yourself.” Daisuke promises. Wormmon doesn’t blush, but he does look a little curious. I have to wonder what Digimon think about some of the things humans do. They all react differently most of the time to it. So maybe it depends on their data? Hard to say. I bet Koushirou or Miyako could figure it out.

“And I could chase one off myself if I had to,” Ken answers, looking more than a bit amused at Daisuke’s plea. “I have kept up with my judo, you know.”

“Details, details.” Daisuke just waves a hand carelessly yet again. He likes doing that, I’ve noticed. “So, glad to see you guys are happy. That was a really awesome concert, Ken.”

“Thank you.” The other murmurs a little. He looks cute when he smiles like that. I can see why Mimi would like him. It’s almost a challenge to make him smile like that. “How have you been feeling?”

“Been worse.” Daisuke shrugs like he didn’t get slammed into a wall less than a week earlier. “I’m making sure I take care of myself. I’m not going back into that hospital this soon! Saturday’s coming!”

There’s a warm feeling that goes all through me at the thought of our date. I wonder if Daisuke feels the same way. I don’t want to ask him. It would just be too embarrassing. I don’t suppose that it matters all that much. It probably just means I’m looking forward to it a lot.

“I hope you two have a good time.” Mimi tells us, and I know I’m blushing from that. It’s just a simple bit of well wishing, but I just can’t help myself. I wish that I could sometimes.

“We will!” Daisuke appears to be convinced of that, and some of his confidence slides over to me.

“Of course we will.” I look down at my watch, and realize, it’s not quite getting late, but it is getting to the time when we need to be going. “Daisuke…” I indicate the time, and for a moment all he does is stare before it clicks into his head.

Then he’s on his feet at once. “We gotta go! See you guys! Thanks for inviting us, Ken!”

“My pleasure,” is all Ken really has time to say before we’re going out the door. Daisuke can be like that. Thinking of something and doing it are almost the same thing to him. Sometimes I’m very sure that he does things long before he thinks about them: days or weeks before. Which has a certain charm to it.

My stomach starts to rumble fiercely before we get too far, and the Digimon look a little ready to chow down themselves. “Where do you want to eat?” Daisuke asks.

“Anywhere is good. I’m not picky.” As long as it’s not my mom’s food tonight. That would be a bit too much. I wish she would pay more attention to the recipe and not quite as much to what she thinks should go into something. That could help a lot. Especially when she decides to test out those culinary experiments of hers on us.

Daisuke points out a little sidewalk café that I’ve heard some of the others mention, and it caters to Digimon, too! That’s even better than what I’ve heard about the food. It doesn’t take all that long to get everyone something to eat and we find a little place to sit. It’s a pretty warm evening, and hanging out with my friends is one of the best ways I can think of to spend it.

The food is good too. I love eating from these little sidewalk places. You can find some of the best food there, and it’s usually not that expensive. It’s different from what we’ve got planned for the weekend somehow. I don’t really know how, since we’re eating and it’s just us, and our Digimon, but this doesn’t feel quite so date-like. It feels good, just not…date-ish.

Maybe I should talk to Miyako or Sora about it someday. There’s a lot I think I should talk to a lot of people about. None of it’s really all that important. Just little things I wonder about sometimes. Everyone wonders, as far as I know. That’s how we get bigger and better and brighter things.

“Is there anything else you’d like to do Saturday?” Daisuke asks, slurping down some of the ramen he bought. “We can always go see a movie or something after we eat. Or before. Whichever you want. Or you can take some more pictures if you want.”

Those do sound good, but I don’t know if that’s what I want to do then. I like having things a little planned, but with room for change if necessary. So I just don’t know what the answer should be. “I don’t know.” And since I don’t, that’s what I tell him. “Maybe we could make up our minds then?” There are some good movies that will be playing then. We won’t be out so late that we can’t go see one of them before we have to go home.

“Sounds like a good idea to me!” Daisuke enjoys the rest of his dinner, and I’m enjoying mine. Tailmon and V-mon are almost done as well. I have got to remember to come here more often. What’s the name of it? Oh, there it is. Train of Thought. Interesting name for one of these places. The guy running it is all cheerful and happy, and the girl with him has some of the prettiest blonde hair I’ve ever seen. Even Yamato’s doesn’t look that nice. I bet she spends a lot of time taking care of it. Miyako has to do that for her hair.

Once we’re all as full as we can be, so I don’t have to worry about a stray stomach rumble giving Mom any ideas, we’re back on the way towards home. I don’t know where Takeru and Miyako went after the concert. We didn’t see them at all. But they’re probably on the way home too, just going on a different train. I do worry some, so I get out my D-terminal and send them a quick message.

Did you guys enjoy the concert? Daisuke and I are almost home by now. See you tomorrow. I’m not trying to be too nosy. I just want to be sure that they’re all right.

“Who would’ve thought, Ken and Mimi, right?” Daisuke leans back in the seat and puts his hands behind his head. “I mean, it crossed my mind a little, but I didn’t really think they would be. Did you?”

“Not really. But if it works for them, that’s what matters, right?” I’ve seen some of my other friends at school who make it their life duty to arrange things so everyone dates who they think they ought to date. I suppose there are people who don’t want to deal with the pressure of it. That’s why there are still marriage brokers even now. But I don’t mind having that kind of choice in my hands, and my parents haven’t ever mentioned arranging anything for me or Taichi. Maybe saving the world has kind of proven to them that we can make that kind of decision for ourselves?

“Right.” Daisuke nods sharply, stretching some. He doesn’t make any of those silly moves that I’ve seen in some American movies that have been brought over here. He just stretches. Looks like he’s getting a little tired. I want to make sure he makes it home safely. I still worry about him after what happened.

“We should get to your place first,” I tell him, after a quick look at just which station this train is going to get to first. There’s one a bit farther down that’s kind of closer to my family’s apartment, but Tailmon and I can walk there without any problem at all. “We can stop there first.”

He looks almost like he wants to protest, but getting caught by a yawn sort of interrupts that, and he ducks his head a trifle shyly. “Yeah. That might be a good idea.” I really should take a picture of this: the day Daisuke listened to someone else’s advice without needing to be smacked over the head. It’s a day that should go down in history. Or at least in pictures. If the light wasn’t so weird in here, I’d do it.

Before all that long, we’re getting out and it’s just a short walk over to the Motomiya apartment. Daisuke yawns a bit here and there, but it’s nothing more serious than just having had a long day. Schools don’t always take this kind of thing into account, having to go visit friends in other districts. Though we do get to take make-up tests if we miss something because of a Digimon attack. Isn’t that nice of them? Koushirou and Miyako think so. So does Iori. Iori fights harder whenever someone attacks during school hours, because he hates to lose the time he could’ve been studying. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the time he thwacked a Brachimon over the head with his kendo staff just because it poked its head in during his algebra class.

His parents are still awake, of course, when he gets there. They would have been no matter what. They worry about him. There’s a lot of reasons why. Most of them can be summed up in one sentence: he’s Motomiya Daisuke. Things just happen to him. That’s what things are for half the time in our lives: to happen to one of us. And a quarter of those times, they are meant to happen to Daisuke or Taichi. It has something to do with the goggles. Or with being the Chosen of Courage. Or just with being them. Why be that picky about the reasons behind it?

“Did you two have a good time?” his mom asks once we’re inside. Daisuke nods some, but doesn’t yawn. I think he wants to, he looks like he’s just swallowing it so he won’t look that tired.

“Yeah. Found out Ken and Mimi are dating.” Daisuke shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up after we’ve changed into indoor slippers. I probably don’t need to, since I’m going back outside soon, but it won’t hurt to stay for a few minutes, and it’s only polite. “I’m glad you went with me, Hikari.” He smiles, and it’s all cute and cheerful and happy. A real Daisuke-smile. So very pretty.

Both of his parents look at each other, then back at us and they do look happy about something or other. “Did you get something to eat along the way?” His mom asks, and we both nod in unison. “Good. There’s some soda in the fridge if you want it.”

“Thank you, but I should really be going,” I tell them, bowing a little bit. A drink does sound good, but the sooner I can get home, the better. Mom is going to want to know what happened, after all. She likes the gossip almost as much as Miyako does. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Daisuke.”

He waves at me. “See you. Give me a call or something and let me know that you got there all right?” He can be so cute when he worries about me. We all try to check up on each other lately. His accident has something to do with that, I’m sure. It’s all for the good in the end, though. We Chosen Children are supposed to watch out for each other.

“Sure, no problem. Bye!” I wave to Daisuke and his parents, and Tailmon waves to V-mon, and we’re out of there. It’s not as lonely as I might’ve thought, going home with just my partner. She is my partner, after all. But just moments ago, we were four and now we’re two and the change just needs to be adjusted to.

There’s nothing that needs to be said as we walk home, at least nothing important. Just the usual quiet exchanges of two people who know each other well enough that they don’t need to talk unless they want to. It feels too quiet not to say something. I can still see the fireflies going here and there as we turn down the street that leads to the apartment building. I have to squint a bit to make them out against the streetlights, but there they are.

It’s so hard to believe that all of this got started because of them. It almost feels like it’s been years since that night when he called me and not a few days. But that’s all it’s been. Not even a full week has passed by, and yet so much has already happened.

Mom’s still up when we get to the apartment. And I am so glad that we already ate, because the first words out of her mouth are, “Are you sure that you don’t need something? There’s plenty left! It’s good!”

“No, thanks, mom,” I back off as quickly as I can. “We had plenty while we were out.” I hate to disappoint her, but I hate what this particular dish of hers does to my stomach even more.

“All right. If you’re sure. But don’t be afraid to sneak some in the middle of the night! I won’t be mad!” She wanders off into the kitchen, and I really hope Taichi’s got the sense to eat a full meal or two before he comes back as well. Poor guy. He’s gotten tricked into eating her food before. I wonder what his stomach looks like sometimes.

But I try not to. Thinking about the results of what she can do is almost as bad as eating it myself.

I close the door to my room and stretch out on the bed. Tailmon curls up next to me, and I pet her a little. It was a really good night. I probably ate a little too much, now that I think about it, but it wasn’t so bad. The food was good, and the company was just as good, if not a bit better.

I wonder if what we’re going to have Saturday night is that good. I really hope it will be. There’s so much I’m looking forward to for that night.

I should get ready for bed. I can hardly keep my eyes open. I can hardly imagine how tired Daisuke must have been. But I just can’t seem to move off of the bed right now. It would hardly take me five minutes to change, but that would mean getting up and going into the bathroom and all those other things I need to do. And I just don’t want to.

But I need to anyway. So I manage to drag myself off the bed and go off to do what’s necessary before I can actually sleep. I’ll be more comfortable like that anyway. Tailmon doesn’t even move. She’s already asleep, I think. She doesn’t have to do all the things a human does. It would be almost easier to be a Digimon some days.

Thinking about it, I don’t think a Digimon would be looking forward to Saturday as much as I am, though. I can’t wait for it to get here. That’s another reason to get some sleep: the weekend will get here so much faster.

To Be Continued


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