Disclaimer: I don't own digimon and I will never will.

Author's Notes: T.K. is a perfect kid in this story, okay?

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The Meaning of Life

T.K. Takaishi walked down the hallway, flashing smiles at the cheerleading team and getting high fives from the guys on the basketball team. Three of his friends on the team followed him to his locker.
You would think that T.K.'s locker would be average like any other boy of the age of seventeen, but it was not. His locker was fairly clean and tidy. The books stacked neatly, binders right beside them, and a hook to hang his jacket and backpack.
T.K., what do you think of Sherri today? his friend, Blake, asked.
Man Blake, you know that Kari is my one and only, T.K. replied. But Sherri does look good and word around school has it that she likes you.
You think so?
I know so, T.K. answered, gathering his books.
T.K. and his friends began to head for their first block, chemistry. He dreaded this block like everyone else on the basketball team, football team, and soccer team. Reason for that is if you don't get at least a B-grade on your report card in this class, you get kicked off the team.
They entered the classroom and T.K. took is usual seat next to Kari with his best friend, Blake on the other side of him, now trying to pick up Sherri.
I see that Blake knows that Sherri likes him, Kari commented.
Yeah I know. You want to hear who else is dating now? T.K. asked eagerly, with Kari responding the same way.
That was how it was like for T.K. and his popular group. He and about twenty other boys and girls hung around each other because they are either playing a sport or are on the cheerleading team. That was T.K.'s life: getting good grades in school, hanging out with his friends, and being the captain of the basketball team. T.K. didn't mind his life. He knew no other. He once did, back in the days of the Digital World.

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Later that day, when it was lunch time, their group sat down at their usual table in the center of the courtyard. They laughed, gossiped, and talked about Friday night's game against their rival school. It was only Friday today, the game in exactly a week, but for the past month, nothing else was talked about.
We are going to kick ass out there! T.K.'s other friend, Rob, exclaimed.
Oh yeah, we will win. Especially with T.K.'s three pointer shots, Blake said.
T.K. nodded and turned his attention back to Kari who was talking happily with her friends on the cheerleading squad. She turned back to T.K. and gave him a sweet smile that he returned. She turned her attention back to her friends.
Hey, did you hear about that freshman, Cody? Rob asked Blake.
Yeah I did. His grandfather died.
T.K. frowned. He hadn't talked or even heard Cody's name for at least a year. He never hung around with him, Yolei, Ken, or Davis. In fact, most of the Digidestined didn't hang around anymore. Matt was dating Sora, and he and Tai are still best friends, but the others like Mimi, Joe, and Izzy all went on with their lives. The only people who all kept in touch together were him, Kari, Tai, Matt, and Sora. Yolei still came to this school, but she hung out with her friends who were all part of the computer club. Izzy was also a member of the computer club, except that he already finished high school and went off to university in Tokyo. Cody was two years younger than T.K., a freshman in grade ten. He was known for being quiet, well actually, he wasn't even known for that because he didn't play any sports so hardly anybody knew him. Ken also left to go to university this year, except that he goes to the local one like Matt, Sora, and Tai. Joe also went to Tokyo to train to become a doctor. Mimi still lives in America, T.K. doesn't even know what happened to her.
Yeah, I guess they told him in class and he burst into tears, running out of the room, Blake explained as he and Rob began to laugh.
T.K. didn't say anything even though he knew he should tell them to stop. He didn't want to though because his reputation of being popular would be ruined. He likes this reputation even though it just happened to him, he didn't actually try for it. It just happened because he was dating Kari and was on the basketball team. T.K. was also the perfect student and always respected his elders. He did what he was told and what was expected of him, which only added to him being more popular. Again, he didn't mind this. He likes that image of him: perfect. It suited him, at least, that was always what most people said about him. Only a few never told him how perfect he was: Matt, Davis, and the other Digidestined besides Kari.
Whoa, hot chick at ten o'clock. Be back in a second, Rob said as he left the table.
T.K. turned his attention back to Kari, who also gave her attention to him.
So, what do we have planned for tomorrow night?
Anything you want, T.K. replies, leaning in for a kiss.
They kissed and when the table was cheering, which almost always happened, they smiled and broke apart. It was almost as regular of a thing to do as playing basketball. It was T.K.'s life.

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Later that evening, he headed over to his brother's house. He didn't always like being over there, but kept his mouth quiet and acted natural as usual. He never expressed his feelings. T.K. didn't like going over to his brother's house because Matt was different. His brother plainly was different. He didn't understand Matt either, and didn't want to. His brother now lived with Sora in an apartment. Matt invited T.K. over for a few hours to spend the evening with him because Sora was going out of town for the weekend to visit her father in Kyoto.
As T.K. approached Matt's apartment, he looked across the street at the field. He used to go there when he was younger to kick the ball with Davis or play twenty one on the basketball courts. Matt still lived in the same area, in fact, he just moved down the block because he and Sora wanted to live close to their parents. He noticed someone in the middle of the field, kicking a soccer ball around. He couldn't tell who that was, but didn't really care that much, or at least tried to tell himself that.
T.K. knocked on the door and waited a few minutes for his brother to answer. His brother was wearing a brown turtle neck and black pants. His hair still kept spiked was blonde, as is T.K.'s hair.
Hey T.K., come inside.
T.K. said.
T.K. felt like he entered a war zone. Papers littered the room, mostly by the desk.
I know, I know, it is a big mess, but I was working on a few songs and couldn't think of any good words, Matt explained, picking up a few of the papers.
T.K. nodded, as if he actually understood his brother, but he had no clue. He couldn't figure out Matt. He didn't understand why Matt writes music, why he used to fight Tai, or why he was dating Sora for that matter. He just didn't understand his older brother.
So, when did Sora leave? T.K. asked politely.
Last night, Matt replies.
Did you know that Cody's grandfather passed away? T.K. asked.
Yeah I did. Poor kid. You should try talking to him, Matt replies.
T.K. asked.
Matt frowned and answered, You guys used to be really close friends. Your digimon even DNA Digivolved together. You can't throw away that kind of friendship. Why do you think that Tai and I are such good friends?
T.K. shrugged and continued to ponder about his brother. He didn't entirely understand friendship. His brother did well, probably why he got the crest in the first place. Yet, T.K. didn't even understand his own crest. He used to, but not anymore. We have a big game next Friday against Heshoki School. We are going to beat them.
That's nice, Matt said simply as he threw the papers in the garbage.

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After two more hours of the awkward conversation with his brother, T.K. left. He was glad to, but didn't show it. He looked back at the field where he again noticed the same person kicking around the soccer ball. He couldn't help but wonder why this person was so intent on kicking the soccer ball for so long and at such a late time. He walked through the field, surprised to see who he saw.
Hey T.K. Long time no see.
Davis, I didn't know you still played soccer. Why aren't you on the soccer team at school? T.K. asked.

Davis looked at him curiously, frowning a little at T.K. He hadn't talked to T.K. for at least a year, if not more. He knew T.K. didn't care about him, but that didn't matter to him. He didn't care if anyone cared about him. He changed after the Digital World. He no longer went after Kari and let T.K. beat him to her. He no longer cared about what others thought of him, having his own self confidence, different from T.K.'s.
T.K. asked, in somewhat of an annoyed voice.
Davis grinned, a smile coming from the corner of his mouth. He replied, What does it matter to you?
T.K. looked confused and answered, Just curious. You are good at soccer and you could definitely make it onto the school team. Then you could hang around with us too.
Whoopee, I would get to hang around with the popular people, Davis said sarcastically. He kicked the ball far over a tree, letting it land. He left T.K. and retrieved the ball, coming back to where he was before.
Why do you kick that ball around? T.K. asked suddenly.
You're sure curious today. Maybe I do because it feels good. This ball represents so much, Davis said as he again kicked the ball, letting it flow over the tree and land where it was earlier. Like before, Davis again went to retrieve it.

T.K. stared confused at his old friend. He didn't understand the purpose of kicking the ball to nobody or why the ball represented so much. When Davis came back, he got the guts to ask, What does the ball represent?
Davis grinned which made T.K. a bit nervous. It represents the restriction people have. When I kick the ball, it goes free, but is still restricted because it can only go as far as I kick it. It has no control over itself, over anything else either. It just gets kicked around, sort of like you.

Yeah. You represent this soccer ball as well. You do what everyone tells you to, and you listen to what everyone says or says is proper. You are like this ball. It goes where I tell it to, just like you. Your mom says get good marks, you get good marks. You never do what you want to do. Everyone who understands, knows that.
What do you mean T.K. asked.
Your brother would know what I am talking about. He knows as well as I do that you are this soccer ball. No self feelings can be released, only when the ball is kicked, and even then, it is by different people. It can be different though. If this ball was blown by the wind, it would show freedom because nobody is pushing it around. If you let yourself go, than you would be being blown by the wind.
T.K. was confused. He didn't understand why Davis was comparing him to a soccer ball. He didn't like the way this conversation was going. Didn't like the fact that Davis was reading him like a book. He convinced himself that Davis didn't know what he was talking about. I've got to go.

Davis smiled as he watched T.K. walk away. He knew that talk affected him, knew that some people would like T.K. better after that talk, and others wouldn't.

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It was Saturday night, and Kari and T.K were on their date. They went out to a movie, but didn't watch the entire thing because half way through, they left to go to T.K.'s apartment where they knew T.K.'s mom wouldn't be.
T.K. pushed Kari on the bed and began to kiss her passionately. He slipped his hand up her shirt and then pulled it out. T.K. usually loved to feel this way, he and Kari went all the way twice, just beginning to take their relationship to the next level this previous month. Tonight though, he couldn't stop thinking about Davis. He was somewhat intrigued by the way Davis had him all figured out, and yet, T.K. wouldn't accept it. He wouldn't accept that Davis knew him. He just wouldn't. He convinced himself that Davis was trying to bug him and that he was jealous of his and Kari's relationship. Still, T.K. just couldn't stop thinking of Davis, thus, stopped kissing Kari.
What's wrong?
T.K. shook himself out of his daze and replied,
Oh, well then kiss me, Kari said happily, beginning to kiss T.K.'s lips.
T.K. sighed and began to kiss Kari again, but was thankful when the phone rang. He picked up the phone.
Hey T.K. This is Tai. Is my sister there?
Yeah, hold on, T.K said. he passed the phone to Kari and said, It's your brother.
Kari took the phone somewhat annoyed and asked, What do you want Tai? She blushed and said, No way! Her face then became serious and asked, You're kidding, right? She bit her lip and said, I'll be home in a bit.
T.K. took the phone from Kari and hung it up. He asked, What's happening?
It's my mom....... they think that she is pregnant, Kari replied.
T.K. began to laugh and said, That is funny. She can't be pregnant. Parents shouldn't still be doing that stuff. Gross, I think I just grossed myself out.
This is stupid. My mom can't be pregnant. I don't want some little kid trying to hang around me. Don't get me wrong, I love children, but I don't want another member of the family, especially since I'm almost an adult and Tai is already one.
Well, you better get home. I'll drive you, T.K offered.

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After T.K. drove Kari home to her chaotic home, he couldn't help but drive by the field, even though it was out of his way. He drove by and again found Davis kicking the soccer ball. He didn't understand why Davis was out there at midnight. So, he parked his car and went back into the field.
Fancy meeting you here again, Davis said, kicking the ball, but in a different direction tonight.
Yeah, I guess it is, T.K. said.
So, why have you come? Davis asked, but didn't let him answer because he went to fetch the ball.
T.K. waited until he came back to answer. Instead, he got too nervous to say anything.
Davis kicked the ball again and stared at it as it sailed through the air. It went farther than yesterday. T.K. stared at Davis, studying his looks. The color of his skin that is so very tan and his hair that is a mix between red and brown. His eyes that are deep brown, reflecting the soccer ball.
Why are you kicking it in this direction today? T.K. asked.
The ball wants to be let free. That is why it is here. It wants to soar with the wind to be free. I help it by kicking it in the direction that the wind flows, thus, the soccer ball is let free a bit, Davis replies. I'll ask again, why are you here?
T.K. shrugged and replied, Kari had a family crisis so I drove her home.
Davis smirked and said, You got Kari fair and square. I'm happy for you. I may have liked her before, but she wasn't my type. Not really yours either if you ask me.
T.K. was starting to get a bit angry. He questioned Davis' right to tell him that Kari and he shouldn't be together. After all, their crests are so similar, everyone wants them to be together, and everyone likes it this way. He and Kari were made for each other in the mind of T.K.
That explains your reason for being in this area, but why did you come in the field? Davis asked, but again, he didn't let T.K. reply yet and fetched his ball. He came back.
I don't know. You just seemed inviting to come out here. Don't ask the way my mind works.
I understand it, Davis said simply, setting down his ball.
Understand what?
Understand that you are this soccer ball. I have already told you that this ball is you. Look at it. Why do you think I am trying to help it? It is so pathetic. It just waits for someone to kick it around. So, that is why I kick it in a different direction, to give it a different view of things and to help it out of its misery. This ball is exactly like you.
T.K. was starting to catch onto what Davis was saying, but didn't quite understand it yet. He somewhat understood that Davis was trying to help him, show him another view of life. Trying to lead him in a different direction. T.K. didn't understand why.
It is strange, isn't it? You are this ball. It makes sense now, doesn't it?

Why what? Davis asked.
Why are you doing this? T.K. asked.
I'm glad you asked that T.K., but I can't tell you yet, Davis replied, giving T.K. a smirk.
Fine. I should get home or else my mom will begin to worry, T.K. said, walking away.

Davis again watched T.K. walk away from him. He smiled contently and went back to helping the soccer ball be free.

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On Monday, Kari went blabbing about how her mother's pregnancy was false and the morning sickness was actually from a recent recipe of health food that she was eating. T.K. wasn't paying attention to Kari at all. He was watching Davis who sat in the other side of the room. He was talking to a friend of his, both in hushed voices. Davis looked back at T.K. and winked, sending T.K. out of his daze. He quickly turned his attention back to Kari who was still talking.
It is such a funny thing. My mom was so certain that she was pregnant, but she wasn't. Isn't it funny T.K. how people can be so sure of themselves or actions and don't realize that they are wrong?
T.K. nodded and couldn't help but think of the words she was saying. To him, it was like everyone was trying to pass on a message. Except that Davis meant to, but Kari was just chatting.
So, only a few more days until the big game, Kari said. You must be getting excited.
T.K. smiled and said automatically, We are going to beat them!
That's the spirit, Kari said.
She would have said more, but then the teacher came into the room which was an automatic silencer.

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It was now Wednesday, and lunch time. After T.K. got his lunch tray, he spotted his friends, waving for him to come over. He bit his lip. T.K. didn't understand it, but he desperately wanted to go sit with Davis and his friends. He had been wanting to since Monday, but held himself back. When he couldn't see Davis, and only saw his friends, he decided to go sit at his normal spot. That is, until someone tapped him in the shoulder.
Want to come sit with us?
T.K. turned around and was lost for words when he saw Davis holding his lunch tray, grinning at him. T.K. nodded, still speechless as he followed Davis to his table. The entire cafeteria became quiet, acknowledging the fact that the most popular guy in school wasn't going to sit with his friends. Everyone continued to stare as T.K. and Davis made their way through the crowds. The only sound was their footsteps on the ground.
What's the big deal? So what if T.K. wants to sit with Davis? They used to be good friends.
All eyes went over to Yolei who blushed a bit, but stood her ground. The school decided to let it be, but everyone would take glances at T.K. who sat with Davis, especially his friends and the cheerleading squad.

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For the next two days, T.K. avoided his group and stuck to Davis like glue. Though he did this, he hadn't gone to the field once, too scared to go. It was finally Friday and the entire school was chatting away about the evening's game against Heshoki School. Unlike most people, T.K. and his new friends were not really caring for the game even though T.K. was in it.
By the end of the day, everyone was coming up to T.K. needless to say that he was with Davis. When he got home, all his mother could do was wish him luck more than ten times before she went to go to work. Later that afternoon, T.K. headed over to Kari's before the game started so that he could drive her there. When he got there, he was surprised that she had other plans of getting to the game.
Sorry T.K., but Denise and Richelle want to take me there. I guess they beat you to asking me. Plus, it would make more sense if I went with the cheerleading squad to the game than with you, Kari explained casually.
Oh, okay, T.K. said just as casually, trying not to let Kari know his disappointment.
I'll see you later, Kari said, showing T.K. to the door. Good luck!
T.K. said, giving Kari a kiss as he left.
T.K. sighed and headed back towards his car. He drove down the block until he came to a four way stop. If he went straight, he would end up back at home, if he turned right, it would take him to his school, and left would take him to the field. He hesitated on which way to go until a car honked behind him. Instinctively, he turned left, even T.K. was surprised at his actions. He didn't understand why, but he felt lured to the field.
When T.K. pulled up, he found Davis kicking his ball as usual, still helping' it by kicking it in the direction the wind was flowing. T.K. jogged happily over to Davis, but felt nervous inside. Again, he didn't know why he felt like it.
Hey, don't you have a game tonight?
How did you guess? T.K. asked sarcastically, looking at his outfit which consisted of the basketball uniforms.
Davis smiled and kicked the ball. It went sailing over T.K.'s head and further than both nights combined.
Wow, that was far, T.K. commented quietly, staring in awe at the ball.
That's what happens when it gets enough help before it goes sailing in the wind, Davis said as he ran towards the ball. He came back with it in his hands, grinning at T.K.
T.K. felt uncomfortable and said, Stop comparing me to that soccer ball.
Why? You know that I am right. You don't tell anyone your feelings, just like your brother. At least, that is what Tai told me. The difference between you and Matt is that he does show his feelings, but not in words. You on the other hand, pretend as if everything is okay. This ball has to do that too. It doesn't have a choice in the matter.
Well of course, it isn't real, T.K. said obnoxiously.
Whatever you say. It is real to me. We live in reality, Davis said. Davis turned around and grinned again. He said, I want you t do a favor for me.
What would that be? T.K. asked.
I want you to kick the soccer ball, Davis replied, setting the ball in front of T.K. Let out your feelings. Let it soar and be free. Let yourself be free.
T.K. did what Davis told him to do –– kick the soccer ball. He stared in awe as it went far, but not as far as Davis. He went and retrieved the ball, only to kick it again. T.K. loved doing this. All the energy he kept inside, actually meant for the game, went into kicking the soccer ball. His mind forgot about everything else, the only things were Davis and the ball.

Davis smiled at T.K. as he fetched the ball. It warmed his heart knowing that he was helping his former Digidestined friend get back on track, and not be some stereotype, perfect kid. As T.K returned, Davis watched his friend, looking so content and at peace, but still, Davis knew they had a long way to go.

Finally, T.K. got tired of running back and forth and sat on the grass. He waited for Davis to sit next to him, and Davis did.
That felt good, didn't it? Davis asked.
It did, T.K. admitted.
You helped the ball go free. You went free, T.K. Didn't you feel it? You were free.
Yeah free, T.K. said, frowning. Like that could ever happen.
Davis didn't say anything, he was hoping that T.K. would start this conversation.
Everyone expects so much and I just do everything, like it didn't matter. It didn't matter to me until this very moment. Until I kicked that soccer ball and let it rip through the sky. I understand what you meant by me being that soccer ball. You've been helping me all this time, and been comparing it to the soccer ball.
Davis smiled at his friend and stared at T.K. in his blue eyes. He watched as T.K. continued to talk.
I want myself to be free.
Than let yourself. T.K., do something that you have wanted to do more than anything else. Just say, do, or anything you want for that matter. Do that for yourself.
I don't know, T.K said, shrugging.
Want me to go first? Davis asked.

Only a few people know this, but I'm bisexual, Davis said casually.
You are? T.K. asked, When did you realize that?
Davis shrugged and turned away. He turned back after a minute and said, Go on, do whatever you want. Let yourself be free like the ball.
I can't. I can't do it in public, T.K. said, his cheeks turning crimson.
My apartment building is just across the street. If you want to do that privately, there is no one home right now. My parents are working late and my sister is probably stalking your brother.
T.K. said, rolling his eyes. He nodded.

As soon as Davis and T.K. got to his apartment, Davis was eager for T.K. to do what he wanted. He waited patiently though, not wanting T.K. to feel too awkward. He wondered why T.K. didn't say or do what he wanted in the field, but convinced himself that it was for the reason that it was about Kari or something. Finally, Davis' impatient side took over.
Are you going to do what you need to yet?
T.K. blushed and replied, It might be weird though.
I like weird, Davis said.
Again, T.K. blushed and said, I'm only doing this because you told me too and I won't feel so weird now that you told me.
Told you what? Davis asked.
Told me that you are bisexual.
What does that have to do with anything? Davis knew that was a stupid question. He knew where this was going. He just waited for T.K. to say that he hated him. He knew T.K. was uncomfortable with the fact that he was bisexual. Plus, it was a half an hour to his big game. Davis didn't want to remind him of that because he wanted T.K. to stay. He missed their friendship. Davis again became impatient and said, Just say something. Just say you hate me. I understand that you don't want to be friends with someone bisexual.
T.K. looked confused, but shrugged it off when he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against Davis'. At first, Davis was too shocked to kiss back, but did after a few minutes. T.K. was the first one to pull away and stand up, blushing.
Davis mumbled. He wasn't expecting that at all. He didn't think that T.K. wanted to hang around him anymore, let alone kiss him. He touched his own lips, feeling where T.K. had just put his.

T.K. sat back down and was trembling, but let his instincts take over again. He desperately wanted to let his feelings flow, for now, they were for Davis. Nothing else mattered to T.K. except to kiss him like never before. He began to kiss Davis again, but this time, slid his tongue into Davis' mouth. T.K. let his tongue explore Davis' mouth and let their tongue's play with each other. The next thing T.K. knew, he was taking off his jersey top. He helped take off Davis' shirt as well.

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Meanwhile, at the game, Tai and Matt were in the bleachers, waiting to watch T.K. play his game. When the game started, Matt wondered where his little brother was. He wasn't on the floor or the benches. He looked at Tai who shrugged.
Maybe he felt ill?
I don't think so. Last week when I saw him, he was in total determination to win this game. That was all he could think about, Matt said, shaking his head.
Well there's Kari and she doesn't look too happy, Tai said.

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It was well past midnight, and still, T.K. lay awake in Davis' arms. His head rested on his best friend's head, now lover, and he couldn't help thinking about everything that has been happening for the past week. He knew he missed the game, but it didn't matter to him anymore. Nothing mattered about school, basketball, or being part of the popular gang. All T.K. could think about was how nice Davis' naked body felt against his bare body. T.K. shifted a little to get more comfortable.
T.K., why are you still awake? Davis asked sleepily.
Well why are you? T.K. asked.
Davis moaned and buried his head in T.K.'s shoulder.
You never answered my question, T.K. stated.
I'm awake because you move–
No, not that question. The question I asked you in the field. Why were you so keen on helping me?
Because I missed our friendship. T.K., the reason why I ever realized that I am bisexual is because of you. I guess you could say I felt attracted to you, Davis replied.
Well..... thanks for everything. You showed me the meaning of life, T.K. said happily, kissing Davis on the cheek.
Your welcome. I guess that makes me God!

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