the bathroom window

Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Motomiya Daisuke/Ichijouji Ken
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG13 for suggestiveness, but there's nothing explicit
Author's Notes: Mild Digimon spoils. Sorry this took so damn long! First I forgot that I claimed this couple, and then once I stopped being a slacker, life whacked me off the side of the head with a big ol' bag of responsibilities. But I'm finally done! Rejoice!

#01 - Motion
They call him The Rocket and the title is the goddamn truth; Daisuke watches from the bleachers and practically salivates as Ichijouji Ken flashes by.

( Seeing you squirm is so delicious! )

#35 - Sudden
Blood is rushing so quickly through his races that it practically

#36 - Stop
Footsteps on the gravel, heaving breaths pounding a rhythm through the air, cries from the gawkers below, then absolute silence as Motomiya flies through the air and wraps his arms around the Kaiser's waist.

#37 - Time
The sphinx guarding the entrance, Ken stands at his door to hear Daisuke's list, spilt frantically between gasping breaths: he game went into overtime and he couldn't miss the final goal, the bus was delayed and the he got on the wrong one, the newest issue of Action and Sports Manga with the latest episode of Super Prince Baseball Star came out, and so its totally not his fault that he's late and he's super sorry and is there any way he can make up for it?

#38 - Wash
His mother hovered at the bathroom door, but the Kaiser would not be disturbed; he scrubbed at the blood on his pants for hours, until his hands were raw and the water turned icy - out, out damn spot!

One-liners, a la buttonsandblows.

Digimon
Willis comes from America, all smiles and awful New York accent, and embraces Ken like a brother or friendly dog; Ken pulls away, half amused and half annoyed, but not before Willis can breath in his ear, "Menàge ou folie à trois?"

There's a slyness in Willis' insouciance that only Ken seems to notice; it's a passing, flickering thing, but irksome enough that Ken excuses himself early and refuses to be coaxed back to the party.

Title: Lunch
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Lunch
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG
Summary: Eating out with Mimi
Author's Notes: Just a little drabble. I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.

( Lunch )

Title: Innumerable Defects
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Not Enough
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG
Summary: Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
Author's Notes: I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! This story, as well as the others for the fanfic100 challenge, will assume that the second half of the season did not occur. Instead, Ken *chose* to be the Kaiser and then *chose* to be redeemed. And only the Chosen Children have digimon, not the entire world. I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.

He accepted me with such ease, Daisuke did. A bit of a fuss in the beginning, but two days later he wept in front of me, crying for the pain that he imagined he'd be putting me through. I was a stupid kid, all bravado and no balls, and I brushed off his devotion with a smart-alect remark.

But now, sitting at a Chinese restaurant near Lincoln Center, watching the couples and the groups and the families parade past the big glass windows, I remember that adventure and the friendship that he offered me.

I should have convinced my mother to let me study in Japan. Or I should have made more money when I had apply time to do so. Or I should have run away, before responsibilities and duties bound me to Manhattan. I should have been born in Tokyo instead of South Dakota.

I sighed and slurped at my noodles. Maybe I could have been the one who'd pair up with Daisuke, instead of the psychopath Ken. Our souls would have melded, or done whatever the hell his and Ken's had done. I could have been the final member of the Chosen Children, instead of an oddity across the ocean.

The Willis identity came with few benefits.

Title: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Big Apple
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 348
Rating: PG
Summary: The curse of being seventeen is that you're old enough to know what you want, but not old enough to get it.
Author's Notes: I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! This story, as well as the others for the fanfic100 challenge, will assume that the second half of the season did not occur. Instead, Ken *chose* to be the Kaiser and then *chose* to be redeemed. And only the Chosen Children have digimon, not the entire world. I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.


( How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Big Apple )

Walking with Daisuke was something like taking a poorly trained dog out for some exercise. He did not stay on the left side of the sidewalk, he often bumped into unforgiving people, he yelled loud and generally unfunny things at inopportune times, and he walked through every puddle he could find, splashing grime and mud on unfortunate bystanders.

Takeru considered himself to be a very nice young man, and had he ever made a list of his qualities, "kind" would have been number one. After that would probably be "understanding," then perhaps "easy-going," or maybe "good listener." Thus, Daisuke's obnoxious whoops were not annoying to him at all. Daisuke's constant tugs and yanks on Takeru's backpack were endeering, not a worthy cause of murder. And he definately thought that Daisuke's nonstop inane chattering was an adorable idiosyncrasy.

The Kaiser was a serpent, all silk and fangs.

Willis wondered at first if the kid was just insane, suffering from intense delusions of grandeur and megalomania, or maybe some strange form of manic depression, but it didn't take long for his smirking curiousity to change to wonder. He was as smart as he boasted. His plan was infallible. Maybe crazy, but a crazy genius.

Willis shifted in his seat and flexed his cramping arms. The handcuffs at his wrists were heavy and cold and inescapable - the Kaiser had taken no chances. Willis sighed and sighed again and stretched his legs. "Bored," he announced at last, satisfied when the Kaiser turned towards him, "And thirsty. And I need to piss. That's somewhat odd, wouldn't you say? You'd think that, like, they'd nullify each other or something."

The Kaiser grinned (cat-like) and wagged a be-gloved finger. "Are all Americans this crass? Come now, my dear Willis, certainly you're smarter than that."

"Say what?" Willis looked down at his feet to hide the blush of shame that rushed to his cheeks. "Damn Japs, didn't you learn anything in World War Two? Or do we need to bomb the shit out of you again?"

"Willis, you are acting decidedly out of character." The Kaiser reclined in his chair and lazily watched his prisoner. "I've investigated you thoroughly and I know that you're merely acting like this to get a rise our of me. A simple ruse, occasionally effective with lesser minds, and thus useless on me." His long fingers tapped on the keyboard of the Kaiser's massive computer and a file opened: Willis Puller. "You have a laudable IQ, Willis, and your education is most impressive. To your friends and family you're polite, well-spoken, and a fascinating orator. The only complaint anyone can make is that you're often too quiet and thoughtful - you can be somewhat aloof."

"Yeah, well, maybe if you uncuff me I'll be more pleasant."

"Pleasantry has nothing to do with it." The Kaiser leaned forward, his dark eyes intense. "The Willis I have currently bound and chained is practically the very opposite of the boy I have profiled." With a snarl of disgust he jumped to his feet and paced around his throne, his footsteps loud and violent. "You, the only Chosen who could make a suitable opponent for me, are acting like an idiotic-"

A long, painful pause.

The Kaiser began to chuckle. "You got me!" He gasped. "I fell blindly into that trap!" The giggles grew louder until the Kaiser screamed with laughter.

No question now: the Kasier was mad.

It hadn't been completely Miyako's idea, but Daisuke had to concede that without her help, his plan wouldn't have gotten off the ground. It was with her long, talented fingers and her devious and quick wit that he was able to make the change from regular old Daisuke to Daisuke! superboy of wonder and awesome.

Last year Ken had made the first move and had pressed a bouquet of pink roses with a gift card to Daisuke's favorite music store nestled deep inside the flowers. Of course Daisuke had been thankful, but still he cursed Ken for stealing Valentine's Day. He had to wait for White Day to return the favor and Daisuke had always hated waiting. This year, however, Daisuke was determined to give Ken his present before Ken beat him to it.

It couldn't be any stupid gift, though. It had to be something so incredible that Ken would swoon and maybe, if Daisuke was lucky, admit defeat to Daisuke's superior intellect. Naturally the latter victory was much less important than making Ken happy, but Daisuke couldn't deny that he enjoyed competing with the gorgeous Ichijoiji. Besides, sometime's his boyfriend needed to be stirred up a little, for his own good.

So on February 14th, he invited Ken over for dinner (at least, that's what the invitation said). He put the finishing touches on the present, thanked Miyako (who was miles away on a date with Hikari, but hey, it's the thought that counts), and waited patiently for Ken to arrive.

Ken, punctual as always, knocked on the door precisely at the allotted time. He had indulged Daisuke's strange request; it was simply to hard to deny Daisuke anything. With his brown eyes big and his lower lip stuck out in a pout, Daisuke could charm the moon from the sky. Thus when Daisuke had presented him with a prim envelope, Ken had obliged him and followed the directions. To Ken: Come to my place at 6pm. Come alone. And don't bring any Valentine's Day presents or else. Love, Your Secret Admirer. Ken had been confused with the signature, but sometimes it was easier to simply accept Daisuke's idiosyncrasies than to question them.

After a handful of seconds passed, Ken knocked again. From inside he could hear the heavy sound of someone running. He grinned and shook his head. Trust Daisuke to be late to his own party. "Daisuke?" He called as he rapped a third time upon the door, "Open up. It's five past six already."

Ken heard more thumping footsteps and finally a click as the lock was unbolted. The door flung open and Ken stared with mouth agape at what welcomed him.

Daisuke's hair had been dyed a bright pink. More surprisingly, however, he was naked with the exception of what looked to be paper which was wrapped around him from the knees to the waist. The ensemble was tied with a red ribbon bow.

Ken gaped. And then boggled. Then he gawked, ogled, and leered.

Daisuke grinned, immensely pleased with himself. Coyly he wiggled his hips, a movement which brought a delightfully attractive flush to Ken's cheeks. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ken!" He exclaimed before leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend. "Like it?"

"Dai-" Ken swallowed hard and tore his eyes away from the very inappropiate place at which they had previously been fixed. "Dai-"

"Get it? I'm like the roses you gave me last year! See? I dyed my hair." He laughed suddenly and pulled Ken inside the apartment. "I dyed all my hair," he confided with a wink, "And just like you put a second gift for me in the roses, there's something for you nestled inside the pink-"

Ken slammed the door behind them.

Yagami Taichi had always been somewhat strange. He was loud, talented, flirty, athletic, stubborn, caring, outragious, and was the owner of the biggest head of hair in school. He was liked well enough by his fellow student; girls used him as an example when they tested their friends - "Who'd you rather date? Nakatomi Hiroshi or Yagami Taichi?" and boys invited him to sleepovers ("Do you think Sae would rather date Taichi or Hiroshi?"). Teachers knew that he could be trouble, especially when there were debates in class, but he did his homework on time and was the star of the soccer team so he was easily forgiven for any missteps. He was worshipped by Motomiya Daisuke, an adorable monster who was a few years his junior, and admired by students of the male and female persuasion alike.

He had brown eyes and brown hair and a brown complexion - often called golden and sun-kissed by those admirers with less-than-pure intentions. After school he'd run amuck on the soccer field and then go home to relax in a pair of boxer-shorts and no shirt until his sister returned and hollered at him.

All in all, he had a good life. A damn good life, indeed.

He didn't know why he chose to mess it up so utterly and completely, that brisk October day. It probably had something to do the way the sun was shining, or maybe the way that the leaves rustled in the trees. Or maybe, and this realization, this nirvana, came in mid kiss, maybe it was because the one thing he was missing in his life was a sexy blond with blue eyes. And a sexy blond with blue eyes is always worth the pain.