Author's Note: Wow, it has been forever since I've written something this long. It is rather amazing. Anyway, I've recently been re-watching the Digimon Adventure series and it has refueled the love that I have always held for it, as well as the love I've had for certain pairings. The relationship between Daisuke and Takeru is a major one. So, here I am.
I promise that this story will eventually consist of Takeru/Daisuke, but you know the old saying: "good things come to those who wait", and I feel as though I need a good build-up until they really begin to hit it off. I hope others can appreciate this. That's all I really ask for.
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"Well, here we are!"
The door swung open, hitting against the wall and causing a rather large, obnoxious 'thud'. From outside, the sun poured its light into the pitch-black apartment room, revealing its empty status. Daisuke marched inside proudly, grinning from ear to ear and dragging along what appeared to be a stuffed garbage bag—full of his clothes and supplies—before turning around to face his roommate, his smirk widening. "This is where we will be living for the next four years. Not bad, huh?"
Ken was nowhere near as energetic as the other boy, instead walking inside at his own pace, scanning over the area carefully, and offering a small nod as he placed a couple boxes into the nearest corner. "For you, perhaps; I'm starting my second year at the university, remember? That makes it only three years for me, Daisuke."
Daisuke dropped his bag onto the floor suddenly, mouth agape. "You plan on leaving me?"
"I never said that," Ken replied, amused at the expected reaction. "I was just correcting. After all, it was you who decided to attend college a year after everyone else."
The brunette clicked his tongue, giving Ken a slight look. "Not everyone jumps back into the books right after high school, y'know. Besides, you would have never passed your first year if I hadn't been there to help you with your homework."
"Whatever you say," said Ken, smiling at what they both knew was a lie.
While it was true that Daisuke was, in essence, 'a year behind' nearly everyone else his age, it wasn't something that necessarily bothered him. After graduating from high school, he'd spent most of his summer break by relaxing and goofing off. Then, rather than entering one of the local universities during that fall, he instead chose to spend the time settling into a steady job. It was far more practical, he'd say.
Ken was the only person he really kept in touch for the duration of that time, hanging out whenever the acclaimed prodigy was free from one of his many classes at some high-class academy that Daisuke could never remember the name of. It was Ken that eventually convinced him to apply for college, telling him that, if anything else, his résumé would benefit from it. So when he had finally been accepted into of the local campuses near Odaiba the following year, he was more than ready to jump into the situation, determined to move into an apartment of his own and start anew—only, he wasn't too keen on the idea of doing so by himself. Ken agreed to move out with him after days of endless begging, or 'whining' as he chose to call it, but only on the terms that they find a decent apartment complex halfway between both of their colleges. With that in mind, it came as a surprise to both of them when they found a place after only a week of searching, and at a reasonable price to boot. It must have been luck!
"Make sure the water works, like the landlord said it would," Ken joked, still somewhat wary of the too-good-to-be-true deal.
Daisuke rolled his eyes with a chuckle. Worrying over such trivial materials seemed like such a waste of time to him. "Don't worry; I'll take whichever room has the leftover dead bodies or whatever. Ease your worried heart."
"I'm being serious," said Ken.
Daisuke couldn't resist the urge to scoff again, putting on the most innocent face he could muster. "So am I."
A small sigh passed Ken's lips. "I'm starting to regret my decision."
"Oh, alright," said Daisuke, moving to the kitchen faucet and turning it on. "Look, fresh water. No, wait," a faux-gasp. "Ken, hurry, a Digimon is coming out of here!"
Ken couldn't take anymore of Daisuke's games. He decided to drop the conversation there and head back into the hallway, focusing his energy on something far more important. "Just come and help me carry in some more boxes, would you?"
"I was just playin'," said Daisuke as he trotted after his friend, suppressing a snigger as he picked up a decently sized box. "Besides, this is going to be great. We can stay up all night, play video games, and—"
"That sounds like a lot of fun," Ken cut him off suddenly, carrying a large box labeled 'silverware' back into the room. "But I still intend to keep my grades high. I can't slack off too much."
"Please," Daisuke slumped, "you'd ace all of your classes even if you were sleep deprived and blindfolded. As for me, well—it will be a miracle if I make it through the first couple of days."
When Ken returned to the hallway, it was clear that his expression had softened. "Don't say that. You are a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, Daisuke. Trust me."
Daisuke looked up, unsure of how he should reply to such a flattering remark. In the end, he decided to keep it simple. "Thanks."
"Now be careful with that," said Ken, motioning to the box Daisuke was holding. "I put a couple of glasses in there because I ran out of room in the other box."
He straightened his posture to that, making sure to be extra careful as he followed Ken's lead back into the apartment room. "Hey, Ken," Daisuke chirped, "I just thought of something awesome. How about you help me with my homework? We'll blow my teacher's minds. Their heads might explode!"
As the two young men talked amongst themselves in the hallway, an individual, unbeknownst to them, had taken notice of their presence. This person watched them with an odd curiosity, as though they were staring at some kind of puzzle. Is that, the individual thought, it couldn't be. There was only one way to find out for sure, and just as Daisuke was about to walk through the doorway, the person took the chance and called out. "Daisuke?"
Taken aback, Daisuke turned and looked in the direction from where the voice had came. His eyes immediately widened and, without realizing it, the box he had been holding dropped to the floor with a crash. "T-Taichi-senpai!"
Ken heard everything from inside. He rushed to the doorway, ignoring the box on the floor for now, and looked out to see if what Daisuke had said was true.
It really was Taichi. He had not changed much over the years. His hair remained in the same form it was known for, except now it was slightly shorter. He didn't look much taller, though he had shot up in his late teens. There was a heavier air of maturity about him now, more so than Daisuke remembered. He had always been the strong and bold one, a great leader, but now he carried those traits like the man he had become.
The older boy beamed when Daisuke responded, confirming his assumption. "I thought that was you," he said, making his way over and wrapping an arm over Daisuke's shoulders. "I could never forget that face!"
"I don't really know what to say," Daisuke said as he tried to wrap his head around the situation, settling under the weight of Taichi's arm.
"A 'hello' would suffice," remarked Taichi, releasing Daisuke and putting a hand to his chin. "When was the last time we saw each other? Almost two years ago, right?"
Daisuke nodded softly. "My high school graduation. We had a huge party afterwards and all the Chosen Children were there."
"I remember that," Ken reminisced fondly. "We haven't really seen any of the others since that night, though."
At that moment, something in Taichi's eyes lit up. "Well, if today isn't your lucky day. I was just stopping by to see my little sister."
If Daisuke's lower jaw had not been attached to the rest of his body, it would have fallen onto the floor. "Hikari-chan lives here!?"
Taichi couldn't help but laugh. "You didn't know?"
"We just arrived," Ken explained, allowing Daisuke enough time to compose himself. "Motomiya and I are going to be roommates here while we attend school."
"That's good," the senior Chosen Child replied, knowing very well that Ken would keep Daisuke in check. He then offered another bright smile, lightly patting Daisuke on the back. "Well, I better go and see Hikari. She said something on the phone about wanting to go and eat lunch with me, so I'd better head over there before it becomes too late."
Ken offered a nod before making a small motion to the remaining boxes in the hallway. "We'd come and visit too, but we have to finish moving in first. I hope you understand."
Taichi waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. I'll let Hikari know that you guys are here and you just make sure to go and see her later, okay?"
"I will," Daisuke replied, not a single trace of uncertainty in his tone. He waved as Taichi walked to the end of the hallway and up a flight stairs, until he was out of sight. "Can you believe that, Ken? I got to see Taichi-san again – and Hikari-chan lives here too. It really is a small world."
Ken blinked a few times before bringing something vital to the other boy's attention. "How will you visit her? You didn't even ask for her room number."
Daisuke fought the urge to smack himself on the forehead. Instead he targeted all of his pent-up energy on the left over boxes, picking two, then three up and carrying them inside with a dash. "Let's hurry up and get this over with! Come on, Ken!"
Ken shook his head, all too familiar with Daisuke's procedures, and picked up the box the boy had dropped when Taichi had unexpectedly shown up. He gave it a small shake, frowning when he heard what sounded like broken glass, and headed inside. "Daisuke, I told you to be careful with this."
With a new resolution set in his mind, Daisuke was quick to bring in and unpack whatever boxes he and Ken had left. The sooner he got done, the sooner he got to see Hikari, after all. It had been quite awhile since the last time he had seen or spoken to her, and as he considered her to be one of his dearest friends, the prospect of living in the same building was more than enough to send thrills throughout his entire body. He'd be able to catch up with her, and possibly hang out more than they ever had before. While he no longer held feelings for Hikari, something he had mistook for a grade school crush many years ago, he still loved her with all his heart, much in the same way Taichi loved her; and he found that feelings of those kind tend to be much more everlasting. Now all he had to do was go and see her.
When he finished setting up the last bit of his bedroom, it was nearing 5 pm. He made his way into the main room of the apartment, where he found Ken still at work, trying to make things look halfway presentable. Daisuke walked to the doorway and slid on his shoes, looking up at Ken before he reached for the door. "I'm going to go see Hikari-chan. You comin'?"
Ken was far too concentrated on setting things up to even look over. "Not today, I think. After I get done with things here, I have some things for a class that I'd like work on. Tell Hikari-san that I apologize and I'll definitely visit her when I can."
"Class?" Daisuke drawled out with a frown. "The semester hasn't even started yet, Ken. How do you already have homework?"
This time, Ken looked to Daisuke. "This is a continuation of one of my previous classes. The professor didn't want us to forget any of our material over break so he gave us a few assignments to keep us focused."
"If you don't want to be seen with me in public, you could just say so." Daisuke jeered.
Ken ignored Daisuke's comment, an ability he had grown to become rather skilled at. "Say hello to Hikari-san for me."
"Yeah, yeah," Daisuke replied as he walked out and shut the door behind him. The only lead he had as to where Hikari lived was that Taichi went up the stairs, so he knew that her room was somewhere on the upper floor. That saved him from knocking on every door on his floor, anyway. Now all that was left for him to do was knock on every door of that level until Hikari answered.
Of course, that didn't turn out to be his greatest idea. A lot of the doors opened to reveal irritated residents, people who were confused by his method and unruliness, though that wasn't the case for every door. Some people were, for the lack of a better word, more than happy talk. "Well, what do we have here?" A woman asked when she opened her door, dressed only in a slim nightgown.
"Uh," was about all Daisuke could manage out, his eyes taking over his brain as they looked the woman up and down.
The woman smirked, flipping her dark hair. "Are you looking for someone or something?"
It was as if she had read his mind. Daisuke grinned. "Yeah. Hikari-chan!"
She raised a brow. "Hikari-san? She lives a couple rooms down, in 215. You were almost there, chief."
"Ah, sorry," Daisuke apologized, offering a small bow and taking off in the direction of the correct room before his hormones got the better of him.
"Don't mention it," the beauty called out, smiling at his back. "Hope you aren't looking for a date, though."
Daisuke looked over his shoulder to raise a brow at the girl, not quite sure on how to take the comment. Was she coming onto him? Not that he'd blame her, of course, but they didn't even know each other name's! Becoming increasingly more flustered, he turned his face to room 215's door and began knocking.
He heard a few muffled noises from inside, though he couldn't quite make out what they were—a voice, perhaps? The distinct sound of footsteps nearing closer followed, a sound that made him realize just how close he was to seeing Hikari again, and he began to smile unconsciously, his nerves rising. He didn't even know what to say when he saw her, now that he thought about it. He didn't want to be too formal or informal, but still wanted to let her know how happy he was to see her.
Before he could think any further, the knob turned and the door swung open. Daisuke did the first thing he could think of and threw up a hand and closed his eyes, shooting a bright smile and enunciating out his greeting in what he thought was the cutest way possible. "Hikari-chan!"
"Daisuke-kun?" That was not Hikari's voice. Matter of fact, it wasn't a voice belonging to a girl at all, yet it was one he vaguely knew from somewhere. Daisuke's eyes snapped open, and where had expected to find an amber gaze, was the lightest of blue. What he saw was not a brunette, but a blonde. Standing there before him was not Yagami Hikari. It was Takaishi Takeru. And for a moment, time stood still.
"Takeru?" Daisuke gawked, almost shouting the name. "Don't tell me you live here too!"
Takeru gave a tilt of his head. "I'm sorry if that upsets you."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Daisuke replied with a snort, folding his arms across his chest and casting a sarcastic glance. "Okay, so which rooms do Miyako and Iori live in?"
Takeru blinked inquisitively. "You didn't see them? They live across the hall." Daisuke looked almost as if he were about to pass out until the other boy laughed quietly. "I'm just kidding, Daisuke-kun. They don't live here."
Daisuke flared up, stomping a foot while an immense heat shoot up to his head. "Why you—!" he snarled, the sight of Takeru chuckling at the reaction only furthering his agitation. Despite the fact that Daisuke no longer harbored any rivalry towards the taller male, a trait that left alongside his crush for Hikari, Takeru continued to find ways to push his buttons, intentionally or otherwise.
"You're still as temperamental as always," commented Takeru, resting an arm on the doorframe as he stared the other boy, clearly amused.
From somewhere inside the apartment room, came a voice that, Daisuke knew, could only belong to Hikari. "Is that Daisuke-kun?"
"Mm," Takeru nodded. Another pair of footsteps was heard from inside, and within mere seconds, Hikari could be seen walking out from one of the rooms inside, and heading in the direction of the entranceway, behind Takeru. Upon seeing her old friend, her features began to glow and lips curved to form a fond and ever sweet smile.
Daisuke vaguely remembered all the days he would have killed for her to smile at him like that, even just once. Now, for the first time, he had gotten it. It was ironic, in a way, now that he was no longer fighting for it. Strange how things like that work, he thought. Still, he was so happy to her again. He just wanted to push Takeru out of the way and wrap his arms around her in a hug, but stayed on his best behavior, sending her a smile in return. "Hikari-chan!"
She was nowhere as concerned as he was apparently, because she walked right past Takeru and threw her arms around Daisuke, enveloping him in an embrace. "My brother said that you moved in today. I'm so glad to see you!"
Daisuke could have cried at that moment, returning the hug. "I'm happy to see you too, Hikari-chan! This is the best apartment building ever!"
"Do you want to come inside?" Takeru asked, pushing himself away from the doorway.
Hikari nodded enthusiastically, moving so she could look at Daisuke properly. "Yeah, come inside. We should catch up."
It would have been crazy for Daisuke to refuse such an offer from her. He followed Takeru and Hikari inside, down the small hallway and into the main room, where they all took a seat on the couch.
"So you two are still dating?" Daisuke asked, leaning back in his spot. It was during their last year of high school graduation when Takeru and Hikari officially became a couple, though if you had asked anyone else, they would have told you that they had been going steady a long time before that. Either way, it seemed like just about everyone had seen it coming. It was to be expected; it seemed natural.
"For two years now," said Hikari, casting a small but tender glance at Takeru.
Daisuke emphasized his amazement with a whistle. "That's a long time to be with someone. I don't know if a guy like me could do that."
"It's not so difficult," said Takeru. "We always got along anyway, so living together hasn't been that much of trial."
Daisuke shifted in surprise, afraid he would have choked on his own saliva if he'd remained in his reclined position. "W-What? Another one of your jokes, Takeru?"
The blonde gave Daisuke a slight look. "Why would I joke about something like that?"
"It's true," Hikari confirmed, trying her best not to giggle. "After graduating from high school, Takeru and I considered attending the same college."
Takeru finished up on her explanation. "And seeing as it's much more convenient to split the cost of living, we moved in together."
There was a lull of a silence. "It's like you're married," Daisuke finally said.
"Don't say that," said Takeru, face contorting in what looked like embarrassment. Hikari only laughed.
Daisuke leaned forward, hands on his lap. "It's true! It wouldn't surprise me at this point, anyway."
Hikari, albeit still chuckling, raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
"Well," said Daisuke, "I always kinda' figured you two would end up together, even if I didn't want to admit it. Besides, the more I think about it, the more I realize how wrong I would have been for Hikari-chan. You make a good couple, though. I think that's what I'm tryin' to say."
Hikari appreciated the compliment Daisuke had given them, to the point where her cheeks flushed slightly. Takeru sat in silence, not reacting much at all to what the other boy had said, though Daisuke assumed he approved of it as well.
"How is Ichijouji-kun doing?" Takeru asked, changing the subject. "Taichi-san said he moved in with you."
"Yeah," replied Daisuke, relaxing again. "He couldn't make it tonight. He is busy with cleaning the apartment up."
Takeru couldn't resist pointing out the irony. "It's like you're married."
"Hah hah," Daisuke snorted.
Hikari rolled her eyes at the banter, something she was familiar with from her brother. "Daisuke-kun," she redirected his attention, "what are your plans for school? I heard from my brother that the reason for you moving here is to be closer to campus."
"Don't know," he replied honestly, though his tone fell flat. "Figured I'd just take some classes, whatever."
Even though it wasn't what Hikari wanted to hear, she still supported his decision. "Well, at least you are taking a step in the right direction."
Having the focus on what were, essentially, his inadequacies, Daisuke began to feel uncomfortable. Shifting in his seat, he tried his best to move the spotlight. "What about you, Hikari-chan?"
"I'm trying to become a teacher," she replied enthusiastically, "I'm not sure which grade I'd like to become one for, but I'm leaning towards younger children, I think."
"You'd be great for that," replied Daisuke, easily picturing her instructing children with the kindest words and methods. It suited her, he thought. "And Takeru?"
"Studying literature," was Takeru's reply. "I'm thinking that I'd like to become a writer."
Hearing their future goals, Daisuke couldn't help but feel a little behind. "Man, I haven't even thought about this stuff."
"You will," said Hikari, hoping to encourage him.
Just as Daisuke was about to speak, the sound of his cell phone buzzing interrupted him. "Sorry," he apologized, reaching in his pocket and opening the phone up to see he'd received a text from Ken.
"I ordered take-out." The mail read, "It should be here in 20 min. or less, so you should come back now before you forget. I know how you can be sometimes." Ken had included a small smiley face at the end of the message, as if that made his comment less insulting and more charming.
Daisuke snorted. "That guy," he grunted and closed the phone, turning his gaze back to the couple. "Sorry, but it looks like my 'wife' wants me back for dinner," he said, referencing the jab Takeru made earlier.
"How sweet," the blonde played along with a smirk.
Hikari stood up, more than happy to walk with Daisuke to the door if he so wished. "We understand."
"Hey," Daisuke looked up, an idea in his mind. "Why don't you two come over, too? We can all eat together, and you guys can see Ken at the same time."
Hikari frowned. "Sorry, but we already have plans for dinner." After refusing, she tried her best to make up for it. "But we'd love to do that some other day."
Daisuke released an almost inaudible sigh, knowing that the situation couldn't be helped, and pushed himself off the couch, standing alongside Hikari. "It's cool," he said, "how about we just hang out tomorrow? If that's okay, I mean."
"That sounds great," she replied, happy knowing that he wasn't upset at them for declining his invitation. "Anytime tomorrow should be fine."
Daisuke pumped a fist in the air. "Okay then! Be ready for me tomorrow—and maybe the day after that! Now that I know where you live, you may never get rid of me, Hikari-chan!"
Hikari couldn't help but laugh at his childlike energy. It was a trait of his that she had always found endearing. "It's really good to see you again after so long," she said fondly, leading him back to the door.
Daisuke followed after her, waving a quick goodbye to Takeru as he exited the room. The other boy returned the notion promptly, keeping his eyes on Daisuke until he was completely out of sight.
"I'm still in shock that we all live in the same building," said Daisuke as he moved to the door, turning to face Hikari directly. "Who would have thought? I've got a good feeling about it."
"Me too," she replied, "I don't know why, but something tells me that this is the beginning of something great. All of us living here, that is."
She really had a way with making Daisuke's heart flutter, even after all these years. He smiled a tender smile, resting his hand atop her shoulder. "I'll see you later, 'kay?"
"Of course," she said with a nod, giving him one last hug before he left the room, shutting the door behind him and walking briskly down the hallway.
"'The beginning of something great', huh?" Daisuke repeated those words to himself, reflecting on them. Yes, he felt it too, somewhere deep inside. Was their living in the same building a coincidence? Maybe, maybe not; but whatever it was, he too acknowledged the foreboding sensation. That something, he didn't know what, was sure to come from all of this. He smiled to himself, returning to his room, with those thoughts on his mind for the rest of the night.