Author: munky
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daiken (Daisuke+Ken)
Genre: Digimon shonen-ai, silliness, sap, WAFF, cross-dressing, and slightly strong language
Archive: MCY; all others, please ask
Disclaimer: ::sings:: Not mine. Don�t sue. If you do? Well, f*** you too!
Author notes: Damn tokomon have been in my underwear drawer again�Oh, hi! Uhm, this is an experiment in alternating POVs that I wrote just cause I was bored. This was inspired by Prego Pasta Bakes and an old comic strip called �Calvin and Hobbes�. So blame them for this Daiken induced fluffy insanity.. Oops, look at the time! Gotta go! ^_^;;

ON WIT DA FIC!!

Let me start off by saying that what happened was entirely not my fault. Daisuke caused the whole incident and Jun acerbated the situation. I got dragged into the situation by my generous and kind nature.

It began, simply enough, with a phone call.

The phone began ringing as I passed by the kitchen. I heard Mom answer the phone in her sweet, gentle voice. �Mosh moshi, Ichijoji residence! Oh, you want to talk to Ken? Just a minute, please.�

�Ken, phone for you!� She called me over as she held the phone to her shoulder. As I entered the kitchen and came up to her, she passed the receiver over and told me not to talk too long because Dad would be home soon. I nodded and put the phone to my ear.

�Jun! Would ya please stop yellin� at me?! I�m on the phone!� was the first thing I heard. Then someone in the background stormed away, stomping. �Sorry bout that, Ken. My sister�s being a turd again. I called cause I need help with something important.�

�What is it, Daisuke? Did you forget to do your homework and now you want me to help you get out of detention?� I asked flippantly, knowing that his request was probably very close that.

�No~o!� Then a slight pause as I heard him sigh. His voice dropped down to a secretive whisper. �I need to learn how to cook Italian food. Masahara-san gave us all a country to research and I got stuck with Italy. The thing is, he�s making us bring in a native dish from our country and it�s a HUGE part of our grade.�

�Daisuke, can�t you do it yourself? Italian food isn�t hard to make at all,� I asked him calmly, trying not to get involved in the mayhem that would surely ensue.

��� All I could hear was him mumbling.

�Daisuke, what did you say? I can�t understand a word.�

�JEEZ! I can�t COOK! Happy now?� His voice came out as a growl. That was a shock to me, because I hadn�t set out to make him angry. I just didn�t hear what he said in the first place.

�Okay, okay. Calm down, I heard you. I�ll come over to help you after dinner, alright? Can you wait until then?� I said, trying to soothe over his sore feelings.

�When do you have dinner?� he asked me in a much calmer tone of voice.

I looked over at the clock. Mentally, I calculated the time between now and dinner before I answered Daisuke.

�In an hour about.�

�An hour?!� he whined. �That�s not enough time! My Mom�s cooking supper right now! By the time you get to my house, it�ll be my bed time!�

I couldn�t help but snicker. �You go to bed at 8:30 every night?� I asked him, incredulously. My bed time was at least an hour later even though we were both the same age, thirteen.

�Yeah, so~o? Got a problem with that, Ken? It takes me awhile to get to sleep!�

Oops, I got him upset again. For a supposed genius, I can really make an ass of myself on occasion. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to think of a way to calm him.

�Never mind, why don�t you ask your Mom if I could come over for dinner? That way I can teach you how to cook after dinner�s over at your house.�

Another pause and then I heard Daisuke shouting something to his mother. Obviously, she had agreed to my coming for dinner because when Daisuke came back on the phone, he told me in no uncertain terms that I was free to do so.

�Alright, just let me tell my mother that I�m coming over and I�ll see you in half an hour,� I told him as I stood there, looking around as I tried to pinpoint Mom�s location in the apartment. Vaguely I heard him agree and tell me goodbye. Distracted, I told him the same as I hung up the phone.

�Mom?� I called out as I walked out from the kitchen. I looked for her in the living room briefly before she responded, her voice coming from the laundry room. I walked into the little alcove that housed our washer and dryer, seeing her there as she patiently folded clothes.

�Yes, Ken?� She looked at me, questioning, as she folded one of Dad�s dress shirts.

�Can I go to a friend�s house for dinner? Daisuke Motimiya invited me over and I was wondering if I could go.�

She looked at me thoughtfully as she folded a pair of my underwear. I blushed and went to take them from her, but she quickly placed them in a pile with the rest of my clean clothes. Finally, she spoke.

�You aren�t walking there, are you? It�s late. I�d feel safer if you took the subway to the Motimiyas' home.�

�No Mom, I�m not planning on walking. But could I have a little money for the subway, please? I won�t have any allowance until the end of the week.� I reminded her gently as I stood there, patient as she finished folding the clothes from the dryer.

She beamed at me and picked the clothes up into her arms to put them away. �There�s some yen bills in the petty change cup that you can use. Now be careful, Ken. You�re such a good boy.�

I blushed again at her words of praise as I thanked her and picked up my pile of clothes to go put them away. Quickly, I made my way into my room and put everything away. Everything in its place, I reminded myself as I hung the clothes in the closet. As I turned to leave, I glanced over at my immaculately kept room and smiled. I like order and cleanliness even more than ever, but now it�s not because I want to emulate Sam, my older brother who died. No, it�s because it gives me a sense of purpose.

�Hey Ken, where are ya goin�?�

Leafmon, the in-training form of my Digimon, Wormmon, looked at me from his vantage point high up on my bed. He sounded sad even though I never neglected him and was only planning to be gone for a few hours or so. I smiled up at him. 'Why not let him come with me? People will think he�s a stuffed animal or something. He likes Chibimon so much, so getting along shouldn't be a problem,' I thought to myself, thrilled to have a potential traveling companion.

�I�m going over to Daisuke�s house. Do you want to come with me?� I asked him, knowing very well that Leafmon wouldn�t refuse.

�Sure!� Leafmon replied, bouncing up and down on the bed in his enthusiasm. I laughed softly, watching his almost childlike antics. Leafmon and his other forms could always cheer me up or make me think about things more clearly.

�You�ll have to behave better than that, Leafmon, if you really want to go,� I told him, admonishing lightly so he would realize that he had to be on his best behavior on the way to Daisuke�s home.

�Okay!� He bounced off my bed and landed into my outstretched arms right after he agreed to behave. Silly Leafmon. �Let�s go, Ken!�

I held him close and he snuggled into my chest as we left my room. I went to the petty cash cup in the living room first and took only enough money to cover the subway ride. I didn�t need anymore than that. Then, I grabbed my coat from the closet and set Leafmon down just long enough to get it on along with my shoes. He bounced on the couch impatiently as I did so, ready to get going.

I just laughed at how eager he was and scooped him back up into my arms. �Bye, Mom! I�ll be back as soon as I can!�

I heard her call back, �Don�t be too late, Ken! And remember to call first so we know when to expect you!�

�Yes ma�am,� I replied as Leafmon and I walked out the door. Mom has always been very protective of me, ever since Sam�Sam left us. But she�s been even more so since I disappeared into the Digital World as the Ka-ka-kaiser and came back not knowing who I was. Fortunately, I�ve become stronger and I know I will never be that way again. Digimon are real beings with real hearts.

Anyway, the subway trip was uneventful, so I�ll skip over that little detail. The real �meat and potatoes� of the story as Americans call it, started when I arrived at the Motimoya�s door. I was startled because at the same moment I was about to knock, Jun, Daisuke�s older sister, swung the door open roughly and stormed right past me. I stood there in the hallway, dumbfounded as I watched her disappear. I still doubt that she even saw Leafmon and me there in the first place.

As I stood there, wide-eyed in surprise, an arm threaded into my own and dragged me inside the apartment. By the time I got my bearings back, Leafmon and Chibimon were bouncing on the couch, playing some sort of intricate game and Daisuke was still holding my arm, grinning a smug little smile.

�Hey, glad you made it, Ken! The kitchen�s this way!� he said cordially as he yanked me out of the living room. As I looked around his kitchen for the proper utensils I would need, it seemed to me that a hurricane had passed through the room.

�Uhm�Daisuke, did you do something to the room? It looks a bit�� I trailed off, trying to be tactful about how the disaster struck room looked.

�Oh, that? Yeah, well, I tried making something earlier with Jun�s help, but she�s so dumb, we ended up making a huge mess. She stomped out the door before I could get her to help clean up.� Daisuke sure sounded nonchalant about what had happened. I would have been at least a little annoyed if I had someone do that to me.

�I thought you said your Mom was making dinner when we talked on the phone, Daisuke. Where is she?�
Something wasn�t right. What was he up to? I thought, watching him warily.

"She changed her mind and went out for burgers. Let's get to work, Ken!" Daisuke rubbed his hands together and gave me a wicked grin. When I saw that, I knew it was going to be a long night.

I stood there, trying to give a grin, but failing miserably because of the fact that Dai's grin quickly changed to a sheepish smile. He turned away to dig in a pile of pots and pans, finally coming up with a battered and aged looking cookbook.

"This is what we tried to use before. I think Jun read the stupid thing wrong."

"Well, maybe we should start out a little easier and cook something from the box, okay? Do you guys buy Prego Pasta Bakes�?"

He looked at me with a blank stare, then those adorable brown eyes of his lit up in understanding. Yes, I have a crush on my best friend. Nevermind the fact that we're both boys. I think he's cute, especially the way his attention span is only about three seconds at the most.

Anyway, he showed me where the box of Pasta Bakes was and our culinary adventure began. Teaching Daisuke Motimiya to cook was like pulling teeth from a man who was all gums; totally impossible. He couldn't pay attention long enough to read the box! Instead he poured the sauce first, noodles last, and then he forgot to put water in the pan!

I didn't realize all the mistakes he'd made until the stove started pouring out thick clouds of toxic smoke. Daisuke just looked at me blankly and inanely asked if he'd forgotten anything. Okay, I'll admit, that purely amazed me. Sometimes Daisuke can be so thick. That day was one of those kind of days. But then I remembered that he had called me to help him. I couldn't just give up on the poor guy�no matter what, Daisuke Motimiya is my friend.

I managed to hold back a sigh as I put on oven mitts and pulled out our first failed attempt at Italian food. It was totally unsalvageable, so I ended up scraping off what I could into the garbage and bringing the pan to the sink.

"Let me get that for you, Ken. It's the least I can do after messing up," Daisuke said, bumping me away from the sink with his hip as he slid in front.

That response was unusual, even for Daisuke. Something fishy was going on, and I wanted to find out what it was. I started by looking around the kitchen for any clues to this mystery. Ignoring the sounds of pots and pans clanging together and the occasional dish breaking, I sighed and continued into the living room.

"Hi Ken!" Chibimon cheerfully greeted me as he and Leafmon came out from behind the couch. For some reason, the little blue digimon had a devious smirk on his face and Leafmon was giggling uncontrollably.

"Why are you guys laughing? Is there something funny going on?" I was confused. Those two were acting like they had some sort of secret they were hiding.

"Oh no, there's nothing going on�why?" Leafmon giggled out, as Chibimon poked him in the side, frowning. "Uhm�we've got to go now! Bye Ken!"

I scratched my head, more confused than before. Those two were hiding something and they wouldn't tell me what!

"KUSO!!" A loud, pain filled yelp came from the kitchen, followed by a huge crash. I rushed back towards the kitchen to see what was wrong with Daisuke. My heart thudded in my chest as I thought of him hurt.

"Stay here," Chibimon reappeared and ordered, cutting me off and scampering away on all fours to the kitchen.

Bewildered, I asked Leafmon what was going on. The little plant popped out of his hiding place and just giggled, telling me that it was a surprise. As pleasant as some surprises are, I didn't think that what was going on was one of them. In slight frustration, I sighed and shook my head, moving away towards the kitchen.

"Chibimon said to stay here, Ken!" Leafmon told me sternly, laughter changing to seriousness.

"Shh, Leafmon�I hear something�" I stood outside the kitchen, back pressed against the wall as I�well, to be honest, eavesdropped.

"Aw man, Chibimon. This isn't going out like I planned at all. Ken probably thinks I'm a idiot cause I can't cook." Daisuke sounded on the verge of tears and I felt guilty. I'd been picking on him before and all he wanted to do was impress me.

"It's okay Daisuke�Ken doesn't think that way. In fact, Leafmon was right, he likes you a lot!"

I was caught. Now he was going to be disgusted that I liked him like that. My mind was going 'oh no!' while my ears were telling me to keep listening. Ears won out over head and I continued to listen as I hid. I felt Leafmon urgently pulling on my pant leg as Daisuke answered.

"You mean, he knows how I feel about him? And he still likes me?" Daisuke sounded interested and amazed all at the same time.

//Dai, I more than like you�I think I could possibly�love you. I wish you knew.//

"Ken!" Leafmon hissed at me as I moved forward unconsciously. I walked right up to Daisuke and looked down at him, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I watched the surprise grow on his face.

"Ken? Did you�I mean what's, Ken?" Daisuke was tripping over his words, but I knew what I wanted.

"You did this all to impress me?" I asked as I watched him, waiting for the right moment.

He looked away and blushed before staring back up at me, defiant. "Yeah, so?"

Before I could really think about what I was doing, I found myself kissing Daisuke. It wasn't just a kiss, I mean, well�basically his tongue was�.down my throat and I really liked it. Really, really liked it. I was so busy trying to keep my knees from turning into Jell-O, I didn't notice that Jun was back until Dai broke the kiss.

I heard a snarl and a crash before I opened my eyes to the sight of Jun Motimiya smiling victoriously as she waved a picture of us kissing over her head. Daisuke was sprawled on the floor, rubbing his head as he glared up at her.

As much as my parents had raised me to be a good child, I couldn't help the first thought that went through my head.

//Oh shit.//

"Jun, could I have that picture, please?" I was as polite as I could be, under the circumstances.

She just looked me in the eye and laughed. "No way, Ken Ichijoji! This is the perfect blackmail material on Daisuke and it's gonna cost you if you want it back!"

I've always been loathe to hit anyone of the fairer sex, but at that moment, nothing would have pleased me more than hitting Jun on the side of her head, grabbing the picture and Daisuke, and making a run for it. Thankfully, I was able to stop myself from committing such stupidity and negotiate a deal with Jun instead.

I'm now regretting our little deal�I didn't realize she'd be so�demanding.

"Hey, Ken! Are you just going to sit there or are you going to do what I asked?" Jun's voice rang out, harsh, and grating to the ear. Daisuke winced as he looked at Ken sympathetically.

Ken looked up and sighed, straightening out his uniform as he sat on Daisuke's bed, hours later. "I can't believe she made me do this, Daisuke. You do realize that you owe me for this�"

Daisuke's reaction was to give Ken a devious grin. "Never bargain with the devil, Ken. You'll always get burned. If I was in your shoes, I would have grabbed the picture and ran for it instead."

A digusted scowl distorted Ken's usually soft face. "You still owe me," he pointed out sourly.

Daisuke frowned in thought, before answering. "C'mon, it's not that bad�" He grasped a hold of the skirt Ken was forced to wear as part of the agreement with Jun and ran a finger across a frilled ridge. "Never thought Jun would have such good taste."

"Or that she would be such a hentai," Ken countered back, slightly miffed at Daisuke's apparent carelessness towards his plight.

"It's not as if she's leading you around on a leash, of all things. There's plenty of time for me to do that, however�" and Daisuke's face lit up in undisguised lust. He slid his fingers into Ken's dark hair, and cupping the back of the blue-eyed boy's head softly, kissed him.

Ken moaned and the world narrowed down to the wet pressure of Daisuke's tongue in his mouth again, arms pressing him into Daisuke's soccer lean frame. His eyes narrowed to mere slits of brilliant blue until the feeling of Daisuke's warm breath made him surrender fully.

Daisuke shifted Ken in his arms so one arm had been freed, noticing they had an audience. While Jun watched from the hallway, a slightly bemused smile on her face, as her baby brother kissed another boy, he winked and gave her a thumbs up.

Everything had gone according to plan, even down to the sight of Ken in a maid's dress. The only setback was that Ken now thought he was a lousy cook. Too bad Ken would never know the truth�

Author Notes: Yare, yare�I know, the plot sucks and all�::sighs:: It's my first Daiken, for crying out loud! Besides, Jun isn't all that bad�just a tad Yama-obsessed. She's not as thick as other obsessive types�*coughrelenacough* Comments and helpful criticism can be sent my way while flames are fed to the evilness of my black kitty. One last thing�never write sap while you listen to the cast recording of 'Phantom of the Opera at eleven thirty at night. This is what results ::grins sheepishly:: *Yawn* I'm tired, so I'll end the notes here for now.

Oyasumi,
munky