A/N: Wrote this on a scrap of paper a while ago and accidentally sent it off to be typed up with the red notebook, so it's an Honorary Red Notebook Daiken! Yay! . . . you know, it's really quite odd writing stream-of-consciousness using someone else's brain.

Daisuke's POV. Vague shounen ai.

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"Things Not Seen"

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Okay, so we're supposed to write what's in our heads. Did Takemura-sensi mean EVERYthing in our heads, or just most of it? 'Cause I'm always thinking about a lot of things at once. This would be a lot easier if I was like Ken- he focuses on something and- whoosh! That's all she wrote. But I don't really work like that: random stuff always seems to pop in and mess me up.

Shit, I forgot to feed Chibimon this morning. He's gonna empty the fridge.

Anyway, back to Ken. Oh, wait, I wasn't talking about him, I was talking about this stream-of-consciousness . . . thing, paper, whatever. Reeeeally should've fed Chibimon. By the time I get back from soccer, he'll probably be on to the pantry, and there's no stopping him then.

I wonder if Ken has practice today too. I could go meet him afterwards if he does, and maybe he'd help me get groceries. Mom's rule: if Chibimon eats it, I restock it. I bet Ken doesn't have this problem with Wormmon, dammit. I don't have much money on me today . . . well, not enough to buy groceries, at least- but I think that I can probably afford enough for dinner. I think. Possibly?

Maybe Ken will float me a loan. No, wait: I still owe him form last week, when . . . when this exact same thing happened. Crap.

I've already used Ken's name at least five times. Six now. Chibimon's three, and Takemura and Wormmon's once.

Can you tell I'm bored? Bored, bored, BORED . . . when does this class end? I wanna go see Ken! Maybe I'll skip practice, just for today. I could go watch Ken's instead.

I miss him. I haven't seen him since Saturday. We're best friends; it should be, like, illegal or something for us to be stuck in different schools. I wish I could see him more often. I know we're not a lot alike, but he seems to understand me better than anyone else I know.

Don't get me wrong- it's not that I like the others any less, it's just . . . Ken's KEN. He and I just . . . click. I can tell him stuff that I could never tell the others, ever.

I guess that's weird. He and I- after all, we were rivals- enemies even- for a really long time. I don't know quite how we got to this point.

I'm really glad we did, though. I never really had a friend like him before. Chibimon, kinda, but he can't understand everything I tell him. Ken can give me advice in any situation.

I wanna see him. Stupid class; why won't it end?! I want to watch Ken practice. Or meet him, if he doesn't have it, and then we can just practice by ourselves.

I miss him, I miss him, I miss him! Why won't this class end?!

Maybe I could invite him to come over this weekend and spend the night. We haven't really hung out lately, except for the occasional grocery run.

. . . when did this become an essay on Ken? Oh, screw it; I don't care.

I just wanna see him again.

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. : write it from your heart . . . : .