AU Digimon, part 3b
Wednesday, December 17th, 2003 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsaikoHoly cow, this is getting written fast. I have the third part mostly done and then all I have to do is add the scene where Yolei beats the crap out of Davis to the first part. Then the third part will be done. And since I have a good chunk of the fourth and fifth part already hand written, I expect those to get polished rather quickly. Wow. I don't think I've ever churned out so much on one fanfic this quickly before. Usually it takes me months to years (and I'm not exaggerating there) to get this much written.
Here's hoping it continues.
And the vaguely steamy memories at the end of this scene are all Davis's fault. He wanted to wax poetic about Ken's answering machine message. I refused to let him. Hence, the memories. Little horn dog. And now, the fic.
"Hello, Ichijouji residence."
"Hi, can I speak to Ken?"
"I'm sorry, Ken doesn't live here any more. May I ask who's calling?" Davis nearly smacked his head against the wall of the phone booth. Of course Ken's not living at his parents. He's probably got an apartment somewhere by now. Idiot.
"Uh... Mrs. Ichijouji, this is..." Davis almost gave his real name, but caught himself just in time."... this is Cody." He winced. I hope Cody doesn't call Ken that often. "I am an old friend of Ken's. I was hoping to catch him there because I've lost the number to his new apartment."
Please let this work. Please. Please.
"Oh! I was afraid you were a reporter. We still get a few of them calling now and then," Ken's mom said. Her voice turned more personable, warm and almost welcoming, the second Davis had identified himself as an old friend of Ken's. "Hold on a second, let me get his number."
Silence followed. Davis used the time to frantically search for something to write on and something to write with. A quick scan of the floor of the booth produced a ballpoint pen sans cap. Some vigorous shaking produced ink all over his hands. Davis said a number of not nice words in three languages, all of which he had picked up on the docks of the island. He was about to look for paper when Mrs. Ichijouji came back on the line.
Oh well. The pen wrote well enough on his skin. Davis copied down Ken's phone number onto the back of his hand and dutifully repeated it back to Mrs. Ichijouji so she could make sure he had it right.
"Is that going to be all?"
"Um... I was wondering if I could get his address as well? I have Sunday free and was thinking of going to see him," Davis lied. It was nice to know he hadn't lost his touch.
"That would be wonderful. Ken doesn't get to see his friends very often. Let me find his address." Davis could hear what sounded like papers being moved. "Here it is." Davis wrote this information on the palm of his hand with a mental note not to wash his hands before he could copy it down on a piece of paper. Once again he repeated it back to make sure he had the address correct.
"Thanks Mrs. Ichijouji."
"Your welcome, Davis" There was a moment of tense silence where Davis hardly dared to breath. She knows! "I'm so sorry. I haven't done that in years. My apologies... was it Cody?"
"Y-yes. Cody. It's okay, Mrs. Ichijouji. Thank you for the information." Davis hung up the phone, not wanting to hear any more apologies.
The first thing Davis did was dial the number on the back of his hand. He used a prepaid calling card he'd stolen... borrowed from his sister. It had lots of pink and what looked like a small winged, stuffed animal on it. Way too girlie for his taste, but it still had some minutes on it and that's all he cared about.
An answering machine picked up. Ken's voice came on the line and Davis' breath caught in his throat. "You have reached the Ichijouji and Izumi residence. We can't come to the phone right now so if you will leave..." Davis hung up before the beep. What was he going to say? What message could he possibly leave?
Davis found he was shaking, strung tighter than the strings on the mandolin he'd left at the lighthouse. His earlier encounter with Yolei had shaken his confidence more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. How was he going to do this? Should he even do this? What was he going to say to Ken? He couldn't even get up the nerve to speak to Ken's answering machine. Would Ken even be happy to see him?
"Now is a great time to be thinking about this," Davis said to himself. "You can't really just leave a message for him telling his slightly insane friend is back and wants to meet up with him. You've got his address. Are you going to go?"
Davis looked down at the numbers and letters on his hand. He shut his eyes and took a shaky breath. He remembered the afternoon before Yolei came over, lying in bed with Ken, hesitantly touching his best friend. Being allowed to touch Ken like that, his hands shaking with how good it felt, how right. Scared that he was going to mess it up some how with his usual clumsiness. Davis remembered how Ken's breath had caught when his hands had touched bare skin. How he'd made a soft, needy sound when Davis's hands had drifted lower.
Was he really going to just turn around and give all that up because he was scared?
"I'm going."
WTF? I fixed this entry once. It showed up as fixed, and then reset itself back to unfixed. Sigh. It should be behind an LJ-cut tag now. Stupid LJ...
Here's hoping it continues.
And the vaguely steamy memories at the end of this scene are all Davis's fault. He wanted to wax poetic about Ken's answering machine message. I refused to let him. Hence, the memories. Little horn dog. And now, the fic.
"Hello, Ichijouji residence."
"Hi, can I speak to Ken?"
"I'm sorry, Ken doesn't live here any more. May I ask who's calling?" Davis nearly smacked his head against the wall of the phone booth. Of course Ken's not living at his parents. He's probably got an apartment somewhere by now. Idiot.
"Uh... Mrs. Ichijouji, this is..." Davis almost gave his real name, but caught himself just in time."... this is Cody." He winced. I hope Cody doesn't call Ken that often. "I am an old friend of Ken's. I was hoping to catch him there because I've lost the number to his new apartment."
Please let this work. Please. Please.
"Oh! I was afraid you were a reporter. We still get a few of them calling now and then," Ken's mom said. Her voice turned more personable, warm and almost welcoming, the second Davis had identified himself as an old friend of Ken's. "Hold on a second, let me get his number."
Silence followed. Davis used the time to frantically search for something to write on and something to write with. A quick scan of the floor of the booth produced a ballpoint pen sans cap. Some vigorous shaking produced ink all over his hands. Davis said a number of not nice words in three languages, all of which he had picked up on the docks of the island. He was about to look for paper when Mrs. Ichijouji came back on the line.
Oh well. The pen wrote well enough on his skin. Davis copied down Ken's phone number onto the back of his hand and dutifully repeated it back to Mrs. Ichijouji so she could make sure he had it right.
"Is that going to be all?"
"Um... I was wondering if I could get his address as well? I have Sunday free and was thinking of going to see him," Davis lied. It was nice to know he hadn't lost his touch.
"That would be wonderful. Ken doesn't get to see his friends very often. Let me find his address." Davis could hear what sounded like papers being moved. "Here it is." Davis wrote this information on the palm of his hand with a mental note not to wash his hands before he could copy it down on a piece of paper. Once again he repeated it back to make sure he had the address correct.
"Thanks Mrs. Ichijouji."
"Your welcome, Davis" There was a moment of tense silence where Davis hardly dared to breath. She knows! "I'm so sorry. I haven't done that in years. My apologies... was it Cody?"
"Y-yes. Cody. It's okay, Mrs. Ichijouji. Thank you for the information." Davis hung up the phone, not wanting to hear any more apologies.
The first thing Davis did was dial the number on the back of his hand. He used a prepaid calling card he'd stolen... borrowed from his sister. It had lots of pink and what looked like a small winged, stuffed animal on it. Way too girlie for his taste, but it still had some minutes on it and that's all he cared about.
An answering machine picked up. Ken's voice came on the line and Davis' breath caught in his throat. "You have reached the Ichijouji and Izumi residence. We can't come to the phone right now so if you will leave..." Davis hung up before the beep. What was he going to say? What message could he possibly leave?
Davis found he was shaking, strung tighter than the strings on the mandolin he'd left at the lighthouse. His earlier encounter with Yolei had shaken his confidence more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. How was he going to do this? Should he even do this? What was he going to say to Ken? He couldn't even get up the nerve to speak to Ken's answering machine. Would Ken even be happy to see him?
"Now is a great time to be thinking about this," Davis said to himself. "You can't really just leave a message for him telling his slightly insane friend is back and wants to meet up with him. You've got his address. Are you going to go?"
Davis looked down at the numbers and letters on his hand. He shut his eyes and took a shaky breath. He remembered the afternoon before Yolei came over, lying in bed with Ken, hesitantly touching his best friend. Being allowed to touch Ken like that, his hands shaking with how good it felt, how right. Scared that he was going to mess it up some how with his usual clumsiness. Davis remembered how Ken's breath had caught when his hands had touched bare skin. How he'd made a soft, needy sound when Davis's hands had drifted lower.
Was he really going to just turn around and give all that up because he was scared?
"I'm going."
WTF? I fixed this entry once. It showed up as fixed, and then reset itself back to unfixed. Sigh. It should be behind an LJ-cut tag now. Stupid LJ...
Note to self:
Date: 12/17/03 04:35 pm (UTC)This has been you're own personal reminder, Tsaiko. Add more sex too.
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Date: 12/17/03 05:15 pm (UTC)....
ew, daisuke, you lil pervert.
*grin* anyhooo--i liked the overall breathlessness dai has, especially since he *is* crazy and not quite that bad, ...and i wanna see Ken's reaction to Dai!
...and yes, more sex, please.
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Date: 12/17/03 05:25 pm (UTC)And the real question is, is Davis insane? REALLY?
And yes, Davis is a little pervert. There's this one shower scene that got added in to part five that had me going "This was not in the original idea... o_O"
I'm glad you like it!
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Date: 12/18/03 12:11 pm (UTC)I really would like to know how the encounter with Yolei went... The hints you gave suggest that it was not that pleasant. But I'm curious, actually. And the bits at the end - awww, poor Davis. I hope they can get together soon... *bites lip*
The only thing I didn't like was how short it was. ;) But I suppose that's all right, because there will be more eventually. Right?
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Date: 12/18/03 12:36 pm (UTC)I write in pieces like this. Annoying, but it works. ^_^
And of course there's more.