Digimon AU, Part 2b
Tuesday, August 19th, 2003 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsaikoGood lord, I was not expecting to have the next scene done so quickly. Ken just decided to lay on the angst. Or something. I just wish my writing style hadn't decided to change on me between the two parts. I doubt many people would notice or care, but I can tell the difference. Not that I don't like the style this part is written in. It's just not my normal writing style. Oh well. This is what the story wanted. Far be in from me as the lowly writer to disagree when it's getting written.
Need to come up with a title at some point for this.Need to decide if it's going to wander into NC-17 land or stay just edge up into R. Need to figure out where this is going. Right now I'm just going along for the ride.
Warning: I am typing this in notepad since this computer has no MS Word or other word processor with a spellcheck/grammar check. It's also only had a rough proof done on it. I'm going to run LJ's spellchecker on it before I post.
Ken had had a good life.
That's what many people told him anyway. He was smart for one thing, having skipped a grade in High School and completed his degree in college in less than three years. This meant that he was already had a secure job before the economy had tanked leaving thousands of college graduates scrambling for work. That was some great planning on his part.
Pointing out to these people that his getting a job before the economy had gone downhill was a matter of luck, not planning, did not help. The nicer ones all smiled and told Ken that that meant he had good fortune as well as brains. The others simply winked and smiled at him, as if they were privy to some great big joke that only they and Ken got.
He understood what they were implying. That he had somehow gotten the job based on something other than merit. Ken wasn't sure how else they thought he'd gotten his job. Surely not through any kind of connections or favors. He didn't make friends easily. He made acquaintances because all you had to do was be nice and polite to make acquaintances.
As for favors... there had been one junior executive, only a little higher up, that had tried to get Ken to do a "favor" for her. There was a small hotel that rented rooms by the hour. If he wanted to succeeded it would only take an hour or two of his time after business hours. If she liked what she saw, he would become her secretary. Then he would be on the fast track up the corporate ladder.
A bruised wrist and a quiet talk in a dark hallway had convinced the junior executive that that was not how he played the game. It was also the last time he got anything above an average on his performance reviews. No matter how hard he worked, how many extra hours he stayed, no note was ever made in his reviews. There would be no promotions anywhere in the near future for him. He was on the fast track to no where.
But at least he had a job. Ken was often reminded about lucky he was that he had a job. With the money he made he could afford to move out of his parents' and into an apartment. For the most part he was financially independent. Not many of the people he knew could say the same.
With his apartment came responsibilities like bills and feeding himself and clothing and all the little mundane things that came with having a household. It if hadn't been for his roommate Izzy, Ken would probably have eaten nothing but take out and had crates for furniture the first year he was out on his own. Instead he'd had someone who had done it all before and could show him what to do when things didn't always go as expected.
People told Ken that he'd gotten lucky in that department as well by finding a good roommate helped him out and actually paid for his share of the utilities. When he'd first told his parents and friends that he was going to find a roommate and move out, they'd been less than supportive.
For weeks Ken heard nothing but horror stories from the people around him. This person's roommate had stolen their cell phone and made long distance phone calls leaving the person with a $500 phone bill. Another person's roommate had urinated all over the person's clothes. Yet another person had gotten kicked out of his apartment because his roommate threw loud parties while he was away.
Then Kari had mentioned that her brother's roommate, Izzy, was looking to move. It had come as something of a relief to actually meet Izzy. Ken had been thankful that he was nothing like Tai. They shared a love of learning, books, and computers. While they never became close friends, they could and did live amiably together.
Yet another thing Ken should be happy for.
There was only one big problem with Ken's life, or so people told him. It was that he got out so very little. He was always at work doing something, or sitting in his apartment working on his computer. Ken needed to get out more and do what people his age did like go to clubs, parties, or out with friends. How else was he going to meet some nice girl to settle down with?
This was always the breaking point for Ken. He was polite but firm about the fact that he was not looking for a girl. People took this different ways. They told him that it wasn't when you were looking that you always found them. Or they told him how responsible he was to want to have his life together before getting into a relationship. A few of the people who had known him for awhile even mentioned that Yolei had always been a nice girl. She wouldn't wait forever after all.
Ken had had a good life. Everyone told him so.
So he wondered why he felt like crying every time he looked at the finger-painting that hung in his room.
"I see that there are pictures up on the walls. Is one of them yours, Davis?"
"Yes! Come here, I did this one Ken. This one right... here. The one with the blue and the red."
"Like your favorite jacket. What is it a picture of?"
"I don't know. It's something I see in my dreams a lot."
"I wonder where you are Davis," Ken said as he sat on his bed, staring at the red winged creature the other boy had painted. "I wonder if you still dream of flying things. I wonder if you're all right. I hope you are. I hope where every you are your warm, full, and happy."
I need a Digimon icon. Maybe.
Need to come up with a title at some point for this.Need to decide if it's going to wander into NC-17 land or stay just edge up into R. Need to figure out where this is going. Right now I'm just going along for the ride.
Warning: I am typing this in notepad since this computer has no MS Word or other word processor with a spellcheck/grammar check. It's also only had a rough proof done on it. I'm going to run LJ's spellchecker on it before I post.
Ken had had a good life.
That's what many people told him anyway. He was smart for one thing, having skipped a grade in High School and completed his degree in college in less than three years. This meant that he was already had a secure job before the economy had tanked leaving thousands of college graduates scrambling for work. That was some great planning on his part.
Pointing out to these people that his getting a job before the economy had gone downhill was a matter of luck, not planning, did not help. The nicer ones all smiled and told Ken that that meant he had good fortune as well as brains. The others simply winked and smiled at him, as if they were privy to some great big joke that only they and Ken got.
He understood what they were implying. That he had somehow gotten the job based on something other than merit. Ken wasn't sure how else they thought he'd gotten his job. Surely not through any kind of connections or favors. He didn't make friends easily. He made acquaintances because all you had to do was be nice and polite to make acquaintances.
As for favors... there had been one junior executive, only a little higher up, that had tried to get Ken to do a "favor" for her. There was a small hotel that rented rooms by the hour. If he wanted to succeeded it would only take an hour or two of his time after business hours. If she liked what she saw, he would become her secretary. Then he would be on the fast track up the corporate ladder.
A bruised wrist and a quiet talk in a dark hallway had convinced the junior executive that that was not how he played the game. It was also the last time he got anything above an average on his performance reviews. No matter how hard he worked, how many extra hours he stayed, no note was ever made in his reviews. There would be no promotions anywhere in the near future for him. He was on the fast track to no where.
But at least he had a job. Ken was often reminded about lucky he was that he had a job. With the money he made he could afford to move out of his parents' and into an apartment. For the most part he was financially independent. Not many of the people he knew could say the same.
With his apartment came responsibilities like bills and feeding himself and clothing and all the little mundane things that came with having a household. It if hadn't been for his roommate Izzy, Ken would probably have eaten nothing but take out and had crates for furniture the first year he was out on his own. Instead he'd had someone who had done it all before and could show him what to do when things didn't always go as expected.
People told Ken that he'd gotten lucky in that department as well by finding a good roommate helped him out and actually paid for his share of the utilities. When he'd first told his parents and friends that he was going to find a roommate and move out, they'd been less than supportive.
For weeks Ken heard nothing but horror stories from the people around him. This person's roommate had stolen their cell phone and made long distance phone calls leaving the person with a $500 phone bill. Another person's roommate had urinated all over the person's clothes. Yet another person had gotten kicked out of his apartment because his roommate threw loud parties while he was away.
Then Kari had mentioned that her brother's roommate, Izzy, was looking to move. It had come as something of a relief to actually meet Izzy. Ken had been thankful that he was nothing like Tai. They shared a love of learning, books, and computers. While they never became close friends, they could and did live amiably together.
Yet another thing Ken should be happy for.
There was only one big problem with Ken's life, or so people told him. It was that he got out so very little. He was always at work doing something, or sitting in his apartment working on his computer. Ken needed to get out more and do what people his age did like go to clubs, parties, or out with friends. How else was he going to meet some nice girl to settle down with?
This was always the breaking point for Ken. He was polite but firm about the fact that he was not looking for a girl. People took this different ways. They told him that it wasn't when you were looking that you always found them. Or they told him how responsible he was to want to have his life together before getting into a relationship. A few of the people who had known him for awhile even mentioned that Yolei had always been a nice girl. She wouldn't wait forever after all.
Ken had had a good life. Everyone told him so.
So he wondered why he felt like crying every time he looked at the finger-painting that hung in his room.
"I see that there are pictures up on the walls. Is one of them yours, Davis?"
"Yes! Come here, I did this one Ken. This one right... here. The one with the blue and the red."
"Like your favorite jacket. What is it a picture of?"
"I don't know. It's something I see in my dreams a lot."
"I wonder where you are Davis," Ken said as he sat on his bed, staring at the red winged creature the other boy had painted. "I wonder if you still dream of flying things. I wonder if you're all right. I hope you are. I hope where every you are your warm, full, and happy."
I need a Digimon icon. Maybe.
whee...angst!
Date: 8/19/03 05:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8/25/03 11:01 pm (UTC)^_^ loving the next conversation Davis and Ken will have ^_^"Oh my god I've missed you so much, how have you been" "Finished school early, got a job and an appartment, and you?" "Oh, well, you know, went a little crazy got sucked into an alternate dimension, learned some magic. You know, the usual."
^_^ but seriously, you have to keep writing this.
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Date: 8/26/03 05:21 am (UTC)Oh lord, Davis wishes the conversation had gone that nicely. I'm still working on this (even though it's right through my classes now -_-;;). I hope to have another part up sometime this or next week. Here's hoping the weekend isn't too bad.