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Fandom: Digimon Adventure 02
Title: Confessions: Chapter 1: Internal
Pair: Ken x Daisuke/Daisuke x Ken
Word Count: chapter: 750||story: 750
Genre: Romance||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Written for Diversity Writing, section C, #005, two-shot with both chapter being 750 words; Written for the One Ship Boot Camp, prompt #15, blush
Notes: This takes place after the defeat of BelialVamdemon but ignores the episode 50 epilogue
Summary: Ken and Daisuke have a strange, not entirely lovers but other than friends relationship with one another. Now it's the night before Daisuke's ramen business officially opens and that means a lot of things. Among them, that Daisuke might've had a little too much to drink and might say something to Ken that Ken isn't certain he wants to hear.

He's blushing again. Ken peeked at Daisuke, trying not to make it very obvious he was doing so. Daisuke did seem more interested in flailing about furiously as more and more people complimented his cooking than noticing his best friend watching him. Ken liked moments like that. It gave him a chance to truly admire Daisuke for everything that he was.

Ken suspected his own face needed a little cooling and considered moving out onto the balcony to take care of that. He didn't think Daisuke would notice. He was too busy having too much fun at the 'I've just opened my first noodle stand so we're going to have a party and I'm providing the noodles' party.

Ken thought that he still needed to work on those names. Not that Ken would tell him that. Daisuke looked far too happy at having finally managed to put everything together enough to open the stand in the first place.

The official opening wasn't until the next day, so the visitors couldn't stay very late. That suited Ken just fine; he had classes himself and the sooner he got some sleep, the better. Besides, he really did want some quiet time just to be with Daisuke. They weren't dating, but that didn't mean a few things weren't different since they'd become roommates.

A few things such as holding one another close on the couch, the occasional soft touch, and seldom did a week go by when they didn't exchange at least one or two kisses.

They weren't the standard roommates by any means, but Ken had long since decided he'd never been ordinary in his life and he saw no reason to start now. So long as the non-standard choices he made were made because he wanted to make them and not because someone else deceived him into it, he remained satisfied.

As much as he could be when he and Daisuke hovered in this strange area between dating and not-dating, when he could be certain of Daisuke's arms around him and head leaning against his back or his chest, but also hear Daisuke mention he'd been asked out on a date by one of his classmates, he tried so very hard not to pretend a knife didn't slowly twist in his heart at the sound of those words.

He wanted to believe Daisuke was happy like this, that all those little gestures of affection were nothing more than Daisuke being Daisuke. Even if he never gave them to anyone else and never seemed really happy when he returned from the rare dates he accepted.

If Daisuke wasn't happy like this and Daisuke did mean more than a slightly more than casual friendship, if he wanted more than that…

As much as Ken wanted it himself, he just didn't know.

Being in love with Daisuke was quite nearly as frustrating as fighting him had been, and these days Ken couldn't do anything at all about it. He didn't want to blow off steam the way he had when he was the Kaiser, but he needed something to do in order to relax his stress, and he had no idea of what it might be.

In due course, the apartment held just the two of them again, and Daisuke locked the door with a long sigh.

"Man, I am worn out," he said, shaking his head and sliding down onto the couch, eyes closed and head tilted up to the ceiling. Ken cast a quick glance, enough to see that Daisuke's cheeks still held a tinge of red. Not even Daisuke blushed that long.

Carefully he moved over toward his best friend, not-entirely-lover, and roommate. "Daisuke? Are you drunk?"

The other let out a laugh, not looking at him. "I think I might be. Some of that stuff was good. Do you know where it all came from? Sure I didn't buy most of it."

Ken tensed, knowing what alcohol could do to a person's inhibitions, and how few of those Daisuke actually had. "You should probably clean up and get some sleep. You're going to start early tomorrow, aren't you?"

Daisuke made a noncommital noise, rolling his head over and opening his eyes to look at Ken, a sloppy smile on his lips. "Yup. But you know what?"

Oh, dear. Ken wanted to move but as fast as the former 'Rocket' was, Daisuke turned out to be faster, moving over to him.

"I think there's something that I want to do first."

To Be Continued

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