A/N: A Red Notebook Daiken. This is a monologue I wrote for a
chance to use some really strong imagery as opposed to relying
solely on dialogue, which is what I usually go in for when I
want something to make an impression. Think it worked rather
well, to be immodest.
Ken's POV. Boy's rabu rabu.
Warm cinnamon and half-melted chocolate, red-brown earth and
irrepressible flames, the dazzling light of the sun, and a
strange, almost childish glee found in the simple act of
existing- all the things that make my Daisuke who he is, with
the help of a thousand other smiles and tears and things that I
cannot even begin to explain.
Like some fabulous reincarnation of a hero long gone, he moves
on, always looking ahead to the next challenge, always ready to
fight for those he cares about, an utterly undefeatable icon of
courage and friendship set against the rising sun. And I . . .
I watched him from the shadows and circled him with cautious
steps, unable to run to him for fear I'd be rejected by the
light as unworthy, even though sometimes . . . sometimes, when
he thought I wouldn't notice, I caught him looking at me with
those impossibly-caring eyes, something unreadable in them. And
always, even when Hikari was there, he'd look to me first.
And right now, it's me he's kissing so hard that I can barely
breathe (not that I'm complaining), me he's holding in his arms
while the others' jaws hit the proverbial floor. Miyako's
sputtering, Iori's choking, Hikari's grinning, and poor Takeru
looks like he's about to faint. Our Digimon are reacting mostly
like their partners, and V-mon flashes me a victory sign while
Wormmon's eyes turn up in a smile. And while they do all look
amusing, I think I'd rather close my eyes and enjoy my very
Daisuke is incredible. He leads the Chosen Children, has the
most powerful Digimon of all our group's, has tamed the cruel
Kaiser, and his kisses . . . indescribable. It's times like
these I am certain- even when we finally run out of luck, even
when we finally discover an enemy we cannot escape and find
ourselves surrounded, with our backs to the wall and no last-
minute discoveries of a new level of digivolving, and it's all
over . . . even then, he'll find a way to win. Even then, my
Daisuke will always be invincible.
* ende *
. : review or . . . i dunno, i'll cry or something : .