An Experiment
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters. Plot, words, and anything else are 100% mine.
**Daiken fic. This will be just a few chapters long.
Daisuke decides to perform a small experiment with Ken. Light, fluffy stuff at the end, but not right now. ***
Daisuke sat on the dark blue sofa, staring at the television. Not actually watching the program that was on, just staring at the television. He had absolutely nothing to do and was bored out of his mind. Earlier he had gone through a mental checklist of what was to do, and nothing sounded particularly of interest. Drawing? Drawing just was not cooperating with him today, no matter how good of an artist he was. Homework? Definitely no. That was procrastinated until Sunday night. Soccer? It was snowing outside. Skating? Too cold. Reading? Too boring. Finally, he had narrowed it all down to sitting trying to figure out what to do.
His mother was not helping. Whenever he asked her what to do she would go on and on how much laundry and how many dishes there were to wash and how much the carpet needed vacuuming. None of those sounded appealing to him.
He didn't dare ask Jun. None of his friends were home. He had tried calling everyone, but no one picked up. Then a thought came to him as he sat there, wasting time. He hadn't called exactly everyone. He hadn't called Ken yet. So, crossing his fingers with one hand and picking up the receiver with the other, Daisuke hoped against hope that Ken would be there. He dialed Ken's number and waited until the eighth ring before he slammed the phone down and went into a pout.
"Well this bites!" he exclaimed, sitting back down on the sofa. Sticking out his bottom lip, he returned to being extremely bored. Instead of looking at the television however, the white flakes outside caught his eye. Daisuke stood and went to the large window, sitting down on the couch. Sighing softly he cleared the fog off of the window with a sleeve and rested his head on his arms. The snow slowly piled up outside, leaving large drifts of white hills on the streets. It looked like they would be snowed in for a while.
He sat there quietly for some time, until his mind began to wander in his head. Closing his eyes, he pictured the time Ken and he played out in the snow a few weeks ago. He smiled as he recalled perfectly the dark violet eyes that held him in a trance for minutes at a time, those glossy eyes starting to see more clearly with every day. Daisuke never mentioned it, but he could see it in Ken's eyes. There were two layers. The one on the outside held reflections of the world around Ken and a pretense of happiness that he tried to keep constant. But the second layer, the one deeper, held a large mixture of doubt and worry and hope that only someone could see if they looked for a long time, searching for it, which he hardly ever let someone do. Daisuke had found that layer from a distance, gazing into Ken's eyes, but not directly, and not with him gazing in return. Usually when he was staring off somewhere was when the chance to observe his eyes happened. Daisuke was usually caught after a minute or so, but Ken would only turn a light pink color and look down at his hands.
Daisuke still had his eyes shut as he imaged more things, his mind straying a bit from Ken to other things of lesser importance. He sighed as he opened his eyes again. He was still bored.
*Ken's POV*
I sighed as I came to a halt in front of that little candy shop two blocks from my house. Inching closer to the window I peered into the shop and examined their display. Candy canes and chocolates were the main focus of their retail. It was, after all, nearing Christmas. Everyone seemed a bit more cheerful than usual. I wasn't. What did I have to be happy about?
Looking down, I saw the white fog on the window caused by the slight moisture from my breath. I stepped back and pulled my white coat tighter around me. It seemed colder than a few minutes ago, and the freezing cold wind found ways into my clothing. It must have been negative ten degrees. Fahrenheit, that is. I was bundled up pretty warm, especially after my mother had lined up a whole speech on frostbite and the long-term effects of slowed circulation.
After some debating I decided to step into the shop for a while and warm up. Who knows? Maybe buy some sugar-packed, teeth-rotting sweets for children.
I stepped into the store and started strolling along the counters, examining their selection of marshmallows, chocolate bars, gum, lollipops, candy canes, chocolates, nuts, and the many others things I probably had not eaten since I was a kid. Just something else I had missed out on. There were lots of names I didn't remember, but I knew one. Rolos. It was an American candy that my parents used to buy me from time to time. Little round pieces of chocolate filled with melted caramel.
I picked up a package and headed to the clerk. I paid for it and shoved the candy into my pocket. So I stepped out onto the icy street and into the benumbing wind.
Walking around for a bit I started to think about Daisuke. Just the thought of that boy brought a smile to my lips and warmth to my hands. About a year ago I had read something about that effect on people in a human behavior book. Now that it was happening to me, however, I started to have doubts about the facts behind the theory.
That thought quickly vanished as I wondered what Daisuke was doing today. I had not noticed that I had stopped walking, nor that I had stopped on a patch of ice. Before I knew what was happening, someone slid past me and bumped into me. I fell, almost sat down, backwards right onto my tailbone. I was dazed for a minute before I cleared my head and looked up. Three older boys were laughing just ahead of me. And not just laughing. Laughing at me.
"Nice fall?" one asked before they ran off to find another target. Grumbling about how rude some people could be, I tried to stand up. Tried, because I failed miserably and fell down again, probably furthering my injuries.
"Need a hand?" asked someone beside me. I looked up to see a hand held out to me, and then looking further I saw a head of red hair and a worried face.
"Oh, Izzy," I stated as I took his hand. He helped me up, asking if I was all right. "Yes, yes. I'm fine," I replied, dusting myself of snow. In truth I wasn't fine, but I wasn't bad either. My right elbow stung and my hip was aching, but my dignity was the worst damaged. But, not that I had much dignity left anyway.
We started walking down the sidewalk towards somewhere unplanned. I was more caution of ice than I had been earlier.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Izzy asked, noticing my pace of walking. I was almost hobbling from the pain in my hip.
"Uh, yeah. I'll be okay. I might not be able to sit down correctly for today, though."
Izzy grinned. "I guess." He quickly looked at his watch and frowned. "Uh, Ken. I have to go. Sorry, but I'm a bit late already for. um."
"A date?" I asked hesitantly.
Izzy nodded. "Yeah." He looked almost embarrassed, so I didn't ask who was his date. "Well, I'll see you later. Or help you up later if you don't watch for ice!" Izzy replied, dashing off.
I shook my head and laughed. I glanced back to that patch of ice and tried to remember what I was thinking of.
"Oh yes," I stated as I remembered. My lips curved upwards as I started to walk away, but then stopped.
Maybe I should go visit Daisuke for a while? It was better than walking around in the cold thinking about him, and I was close to his apartment anyway.
So here I was, standing at the doorstep to his apartment, with one hand in the air ready to knock. I paused a moment and lowered my hand as my hand came in contact with the Rolos in my pocket. Daisuke would like these, I thought to myself. Maybe we could share, if he was home, that is. So I clenched my hand again, raised it, and knocked.
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters. Plot, words, and anything else are 100% mine.
**Daiken fic. This will be just a few chapters long.
Daisuke decides to perform a small experiment with Ken. Light, fluffy stuff at the end, but not right now. ***
Daisuke sat on the dark blue sofa, staring at the television. Not actually watching the program that was on, just staring at the television. He had absolutely nothing to do and was bored out of his mind. Earlier he had gone through a mental checklist of what was to do, and nothing sounded particularly of interest. Drawing? Drawing just was not cooperating with him today, no matter how good of an artist he was. Homework? Definitely no. That was procrastinated until Sunday night. Soccer? It was snowing outside. Skating? Too cold. Reading? Too boring. Finally, he had narrowed it all down to sitting trying to figure out what to do.
His mother was not helping. Whenever he asked her what to do she would go on and on how much laundry and how many dishes there were to wash and how much the carpet needed vacuuming. None of those sounded appealing to him.
He didn't dare ask Jun. None of his friends were home. He had tried calling everyone, but no one picked up. Then a thought came to him as he sat there, wasting time. He hadn't called exactly everyone. He hadn't called Ken yet. So, crossing his fingers with one hand and picking up the receiver with the other, Daisuke hoped against hope that Ken would be there. He dialed Ken's number and waited until the eighth ring before he slammed the phone down and went into a pout.
"Well this bites!" he exclaimed, sitting back down on the sofa. Sticking out his bottom lip, he returned to being extremely bored. Instead of looking at the television however, the white flakes outside caught his eye. Daisuke stood and went to the large window, sitting down on the couch. Sighing softly he cleared the fog off of the window with a sleeve and rested his head on his arms. The snow slowly piled up outside, leaving large drifts of white hills on the streets. It looked like they would be snowed in for a while.
He sat there quietly for some time, until his mind began to wander in his head. Closing his eyes, he pictured the time Ken and he played out in the snow a few weeks ago. He smiled as he recalled perfectly the dark violet eyes that held him in a trance for minutes at a time, those glossy eyes starting to see more clearly with every day. Daisuke never mentioned it, but he could see it in Ken's eyes. There were two layers. The one on the outside held reflections of the world around Ken and a pretense of happiness that he tried to keep constant. But the second layer, the one deeper, held a large mixture of doubt and worry and hope that only someone could see if they looked for a long time, searching for it, which he hardly ever let someone do. Daisuke had found that layer from a distance, gazing into Ken's eyes, but not directly, and not with him gazing in return. Usually when he was staring off somewhere was when the chance to observe his eyes happened. Daisuke was usually caught after a minute or so, but Ken would only turn a light pink color and look down at his hands.
Daisuke still had his eyes shut as he imaged more things, his mind straying a bit from Ken to other things of lesser importance. He sighed as he opened his eyes again. He was still bored.
*Ken's POV*
I sighed as I came to a halt in front of that little candy shop two blocks from my house. Inching closer to the window I peered into the shop and examined their display. Candy canes and chocolates were the main focus of their retail. It was, after all, nearing Christmas. Everyone seemed a bit more cheerful than usual. I wasn't. What did I have to be happy about?
Looking down, I saw the white fog on the window caused by the slight moisture from my breath. I stepped back and pulled my white coat tighter around me. It seemed colder than a few minutes ago, and the freezing cold wind found ways into my clothing. It must have been negative ten degrees. Fahrenheit, that is. I was bundled up pretty warm, especially after my mother had lined up a whole speech on frostbite and the long-term effects of slowed circulation.
After some debating I decided to step into the shop for a while and warm up. Who knows? Maybe buy some sugar-packed, teeth-rotting sweets for children.
I stepped into the store and started strolling along the counters, examining their selection of marshmallows, chocolate bars, gum, lollipops, candy canes, chocolates, nuts, and the many others things I probably had not eaten since I was a kid. Just something else I had missed out on. There were lots of names I didn't remember, but I knew one. Rolos. It was an American candy that my parents used to buy me from time to time. Little round pieces of chocolate filled with melted caramel.
I picked up a package and headed to the clerk. I paid for it and shoved the candy into my pocket. So I stepped out onto the icy street and into the benumbing wind.
Walking around for a bit I started to think about Daisuke. Just the thought of that boy brought a smile to my lips and warmth to my hands. About a year ago I had read something about that effect on people in a human behavior book. Now that it was happening to me, however, I started to have doubts about the facts behind the theory.
That thought quickly vanished as I wondered what Daisuke was doing today. I had not noticed that I had stopped walking, nor that I had stopped on a patch of ice. Before I knew what was happening, someone slid past me and bumped into me. I fell, almost sat down, backwards right onto my tailbone. I was dazed for a minute before I cleared my head and looked up. Three older boys were laughing just ahead of me. And not just laughing. Laughing at me.
"Nice fall?" one asked before they ran off to find another target. Grumbling about how rude some people could be, I tried to stand up. Tried, because I failed miserably and fell down again, probably furthering my injuries.
"Need a hand?" asked someone beside me. I looked up to see a hand held out to me, and then looking further I saw a head of red hair and a worried face.
"Oh, Izzy," I stated as I took his hand. He helped me up, asking if I was all right. "Yes, yes. I'm fine," I replied, dusting myself of snow. In truth I wasn't fine, but I wasn't bad either. My right elbow stung and my hip was aching, but my dignity was the worst damaged. But, not that I had much dignity left anyway.
We started walking down the sidewalk towards somewhere unplanned. I was more caution of ice than I had been earlier.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Izzy asked, noticing my pace of walking. I was almost hobbling from the pain in my hip.
"Uh, yeah. I'll be okay. I might not be able to sit down correctly for today, though."
Izzy grinned. "I guess." He quickly looked at his watch and frowned. "Uh, Ken. I have to go. Sorry, but I'm a bit late already for. um."
"A date?" I asked hesitantly.
Izzy nodded. "Yeah." He looked almost embarrassed, so I didn't ask who was his date. "Well, I'll see you later. Or help you up later if you don't watch for ice!" Izzy replied, dashing off.
I shook my head and laughed. I glanced back to that patch of ice and tried to remember what I was thinking of.
"Oh yes," I stated as I remembered. My lips curved upwards as I started to walk away, but then stopped.
Maybe I should go visit Daisuke for a while? It was better than walking around in the cold thinking about him, and I was close to his apartment anyway.
So here I was, standing at the doorstep to his apartment, with one hand in the air ready to knock. I paused a moment and lowered my hand as my hand came in contact with the Rolos in my pocket. Daisuke would like these, I thought to myself. Maybe we could share, if he was home, that is. So I clenched my hand again, raised it, and knocked.