Lux Aeterna Luceat Eis
by Ajora Fravashi
*Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon. Toei does.
*Conclusion of Lux Ab Tenebris, angst and romantic sap ahead. It's so thick with WAFFy goodness you can cut it with a knife. Don't whine and say you weren't warned. There's small bit of lime (implied sex) and violence too. Pairing is, of course, Kenkeru/Taken. There are also scenes sprinkled heavily with Hiyako and slight Taito.
Hikari sighed as she flipped through her photo album, her gaze
lingering on the few photos she had of Takeru and Ken. It had hurt
when she learned about them, it continued to hurt for many weeks
afterwards, and it wasn't until the past couple of years that she
felt she had gotten over it. With everything Ken had been through,
and certainly more than he would ever admit to anyone, he very much
needed someone as patient and understanding as Takeru. At least they
were happy together, and she had Miyako around to cheer her up.
The tiniest of smiles crossed her face. So many people expected her
and Takeru to hook up eventually that in time she honestly believed
in it. Which was quite silly, come to think of it, and it wasn't
until Hikari actually talked to Miyako about it that the other girl
pointed out how ridiculous it was to follow other people's
expectations and make none of your own. Alright, technically Miyako
had to corner her and pry out the reason for her depression, but then
Miyako was rather good at that and bluntness was always the
purple-haired girl's forte.
As nice as Takeru was, and as much as she admired his optimism and
occasional chivalrous streak, eventually it became Miyako who was
more apt to bring a smile to her face than anyone else. The mutual
understanding they had come to that had in turn triggered their
digimons' first Jogress evolution brought them close enough to become
friends. And in time they drew closer.
Gods forbid they ever tell anyone about their relationship, however.
She had only ever told Takeru, and in turn Ken if only to prove to
the raven-haired boy that she was not a threat to his relationship.
Miyako proved to be a lot more trustworthy than she initially
thought, and had told no one at all.
So many people with so many secrets that would prove quite
troublesome if brought out to the open... it was rather daunting at
With a final sigh she closed the photo album and returned it to its
hiding place underneath her mattress. In a few minutes she would have
to meet Miyako and Sora at a restaurant close by before heading to
school, and it just wouldn't do if she was late, now would it?
When the Child of Light rushed out of the apartment, she failed to
hear as her mother called out for Taichi to gather up the bed sheets
Five years ago he wouldn't even have considered taking up the piano
as a hobby. Or any musical instrument for that matter, as Yamato was
the real musician in the family. His brother's talent laid in writing
music and singing in that voice that made his fans melt, and Takeru's
only real musical talent was in bringing to life someone else's
composition. It wasn't even all that good of a talent considering
masters such as Emanuel Ax and Alicia de Larrocha.
But there was something to be said about losing oneself in the music,
about the purity of emotions evoked when one played a particularly
fitting piece of music. When he played it felt like he didn't need to
be so happy and optimistic for other people's sake... he could be the
Takeru he hid from everyone else save the two most important beings
in his life. Neither of which were in the school's empty orchestra
room, so he was very much alone with the instrument his fingers
The piece he played now was one of Mozart's piano concerti. Romanze
from Concerto No. 20 in D minor wasn't it? It would be nice if he had
the other people in his chamber group to play along, even nicer if he
could bring Ken alone in here some day and play for him. After all,
it was Ken who had introduced him to music other than what he was
used to. And he rather liked the idea of playing the type of music
his angel liked to listen to so often.
Ken. It was always the raven-haired boy that occupied his mind to the
point of obsession. Supposedly that wasn't healthy, but those
thoughts always brought him the kind of peace he didn't think was
possible. Being loved by someone who needed him, and loving that
person in return... it was very gratifying. It made him genuinely
happy, which was rather different from the shallow kind of happy mood
he had to be in for other people.
A slight smile surfaced on his face as he played out the last
measures of the music and rose from the piano bench. Who knew he'd
turn out to be such a damn romantic?
The sudden cacophonic noise of clapping intruded upon his thoughts,
and he turned to meet the approving gaze of the school's orchestra
teacher. With a grin plastered on his face he bowed to the old man
that had taught him what he knew.
"Takaishi," the teacher began, nodding in acknowledgment to the
formal gesture. "I would be very honored if you would be willing to
play in a city-wide competition with a trio I will be hand-picking
for this purpose."
Takeru stared, his mouth going dry at the thought of competing
against anyone in something that was really just a hobby. "But... but
Mr. Suzuki, I'm not really all that talented."
"Nonsense. Talent is nice and dandy on its own, but you have passion
going for you too. A musician is nothing if he can't pour his heart
into the music. We have high hopes for you, Takaishi."
Sighing, Takeru relented. Everyone always had expectations of him
that he was sure he didn't really want to meet, and yet he tried to
meet them anyway with as cheery a demeanor as he could manage. It was
quite stressful. Well, maybe he could get something out of this...
"Mr. Suzuki, may I request something if I agree to this?"
"Of course, if it is within my power to grant this request. What is
The teenaged boy took a deep breath before presenting his request.
"Instead of practicing during lunch break I would like to come in and
practice after school hours, and have a friend with me. He's kinda
from another school though, but-"
"He will be most welcome," the teacher cut in, smiling. "I shall make
arrangements with the janitor. Just be sure you behave yourselves."
"Certainly, sir!" Takeru spared a quick glance at the room's clock
and blanched. "If you'll excuse me, I have a class to go to."
With a quick farewell he ran off, darting through the hallways and
finally collapsing in his chair before the teacher for computer
science showed up. Grinning nervously in response to Hikari's
quizzical glance, he gathered himself and turned on the computer to
check his e-mail on a telnet client before the teacher would come in
and actually begin the class. And the nice thing about Hikari being
the only one sitting next to him was that she knew better than to try
to look over and read his personal stuff. She did have a habit of
asking questions about them later, however.
There was something from Ken, which from the timestamp looked to have
been sent several minutes ago. The genius was obviously very bored in
the advanced programming class he was attending and took to ranting
for a paragraph or so about how the teacher was only focusing on the
slower members of the class and therefore left him with nothing
challenging to do. So he had decided to pester Takeru in e-mail and
promised to help if his pestering ended up distracting his beloved
paladin from anything important the teacher might say. Also, where
his mind was right now was far more entertaining... though he hoped
he wouldn't be called upon any time soon.
Snickering softly at that final line, the blond waited until the
teacher passed out assignments before responding to the mail. He
wrote out his concerns about the competition, about how he really
didn't want to compete against anyone for a silly trophy and a title,
about how he would rather just like to be able to play without that
kind of pressure. Oh, and would Ken like to come over to the school
after hours and listen to him practice?
Takeru waited in boredom for a response, half-listening to the
teacher lecture about something or another that Ken was probably far
better at explaining. Ken was far better than a lot of people at
explaining things, even though he would never think of going into
teaching as a profession. His thoughts drifted briefly to a rather
recent image of his fallen angel, amethyst eyes closed in sleep and
long, silken dark hair spilled out upon the pillow. Ken rarely had
nightmares nowadays, thankfully, and the peaceful beauty his face
held in slumber was something Takeru treasured.
It was something he very much wanted to see again.
After roughly ten minutes had passed, a response finally came. Ken
was more than willing to drop by and finally have the opportunity to
listen to his boyfriend play. And since it was a Friday, perhaps they
could get a hotel room for the night? School had taken up so much of
their time lately that they were rarely able to visit each other.
A tender smile flitted across the blond's face at the text. As rare
as this was, it was really quite nice when Ken actually felt
romantically inclined... or at least admitted to feeling something.
He sent off his agreement at the idea, and not long afterwards he was
sent a response which included a suggestion to get a room at the
Hotel Nikko Tokyo in Odaiba that offered a nice view of the bay.
Fighting down a blush at the image of what that would lead to, Takeru
scribbled out a note explaining that he wouldn't be available after
school and handed it to Hikari. His best friend cocked an eyebrow at
him knowingly and scribbled out a reply on it. Apparently she had a
few activities to take care of as well.
He sighed as he watched the clock's hands slowly tick by, wishing
school would be over with already so he'd have his angel gathered up
in his arms and bestow kisses upon his beloved's exquisite face. And
neck. And certain other places that he really shouldn't be thinking
about in a classroom.
This was going to be an excruciatingly long day.
Ken stepped from the Odaiba-Kaihinkoen Station with his laptop carry
satchel under one arm. He always dragged it everywhere he went in
recent years, and was never really sure why. Probably for something
to do, anyway. Life could be so boring and uninteresting when he
didn't have Takeru around.
He paused on the way to Odaiba's high school, finally remembering
that he really should have called Daisuke earlier and told the other
boy that he would have to call off the study session. Well, more like
'watch Daisuke try to act silly and avoid doing homework' session, at
any rate. Sometimes he wondered why he ever bothered helping Daisuke
with his homework since it was so obvious that the cinnamon-haired
boy was only really interested in avoiding his assignments.
Ah, right... he did so because Daisuke needed a friend that wasn't
half a world away and Ken was the only one who was willing to be that
friend. Well, it was nice that Daisuke was actually developing
feelings for that blond kid over in the United States... Wallace,
wasn't it? Hopefully it would work out, if Daisuke would ever
actually get over his initial nervousness and the fear that maybe
Wallace would reject him.
With the mental note made to call Daisuke later, he strode into the
somewhat empty school building and asked for directions to the music
room. Once he had those he trotted down several hallways until he
found it. The idea of Takeru playing just for him was quite touching,
actually. His paladin was really far too good for him.
The raven-haired boy cocked his head at the empty music room, briefly
wondering where Takeru was hiding. Then he heard them: delicate notes
that wafted through the air like cherry-blossom petals dancing on the
wind, and they drifted from what looked to be a chamber practice
room. As an almost impish grin painted itself across Ken's face, he
strode with quiet steps up to the one soundproof practice room that
had its door ajar and watched as his lover's fingers pranced upon
Keeping as quiet as possible, Ken regarded his golden-haired paladin
serenely. Mine, he thought to himself as he listened to the music and
gazed adoringly upon Takeru's face. No one, nothing will ever take
him from me...
Takeru stopped before the song was supposed to end and opened his
eyes to glance at the person who had intruded upon his private little
sanctuary. Just the very person he had wanted to see for the past few
"Missed you," he whispered, moving to rise from the piano bench
before his angel motioned him to stay put and took a seat besides him
on the bench instead. Refusing to waste another second, Takeru traced
a line from Ken's earlobe to just under the chin, and leaned in to
plant a hungry kiss upon his angel's lips.
Smirking at this, Ken allowed himself the pleasure of responding in
kind for a few minutes before pulling away. He pressed a single
finger lightly upon his lover's lips. "Now now, we don't want to be
caught, do we? And I could have sworn you said you were going to
perform something for me."
An embarrassed chuckle escaped the blond as his imagination provided
a much different kind of performance he would like to give his angel.
He was very much in need of that little outing Ken would be taking
him on later that evening. "Ah... hey, that's right. Um, I'm gonna
have to apologize in advance, though... the song I'll be playing
isn't really classical, and it normally has a violin and vocal
accompaniment. So I've had to embellish the piano part a bit. Hope
you don't mind."
Ken merely made a silent indication of approval and closed his eyes
to concentrate upon the music. It started off muted and mournful at
first, then rose in a crescendo with innocent hope. The volume then
settled at pianissimo before rising again to a forte and then
settling once again to a mezzoforte, intricate notes weaving all the
while within the varying emotions the music conveyed. It was really
quite lovely, especially once the emotions clarified into a single,
simple little melody and finally faded off.
It was some time before either could bring themselves to talk. Ken
sighed pleasantly as he laid his head upon his lover's shoulder and
wrapped his arm around the other boy's waist. "That was beautiful,
Takeru... thank you," he whispered as he hugged his paladin tenderly.
Takeru's heart took wing and soared at Ken's response to the piece.
He worked so long on his variation of the original composition that
he feared that his beloved angel wouldn't like it. But this was nicer
than he'd thought it would be, and he was quite content just to sit
with Ken in his embrace.
Love is painful when the one you love doesn't love you back, it eats
at your insides and occupies your mind until you find yourself pining
for the person you have been cursed to love. And yet when you
discover that this person develops the same love for you too and
admits to it, then it becomes the most intimate and delicate emotion
in the world. Few people are ever lucky enough for this to happen,
however, and Takeru knew this enough to be endlessly thankful that
his angel returned his feelings, and continued to do so for the past
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against his angel's, lacing
his fingers between Ken's and reveled in the intimacy of the moment.
We will be together forever, we have to be, Takeru thought to
himself. I won't let anyone or anything draw us apart.
To say that Yagami Taichi could be impulsive at times was a vast
understatement. Admittedly, he had gotten better about that over the
years, but he was still capable of acting before thinking. So, when
he found his sister's photo album, the idea that he was intruding
upon her personal things did not cross his mind.
He had meant to look at it earlier when he found it while gathering
up the bed sheets for his mother's laundry chores, but he had class
to attend to soon afterwards, and already had enough tardies racked
up against him. Now, with Hikari over at some study session with
Miyako and while waiting for Yamato to come over, he took the time to
flip through the white and pink book.
Hikari was really quite good with her camera, and the stunning
scenery photographs made his heart swell with pride. This was his
sister's work, after all. Then came the more personal shots. In the
first one Tailmon, Hawkmon, and Miyako were curled together under a
cherry tree and practically beaming at the camera. The second was
rather blurry and probably taken by a much less expert hand, and
offered the image of Miyako making her trademark 'Bingo!' sign with
one hand while the other arm was draped over Hikari's shoulder. And
the one afterwards...
Was that Miyako kissing a slightly-blushing Hikari?
Taichi's mouth went dry at the evidence before him. His little sister
was with someone who was not part of what Yamato liked to so lovingly
call 'The Family'? But... but what about Takeru? Oh gods, after all
the times Takeru would hedge when Taichi would ask why the boy and
Hikari weren't going out... he really should have figured it out.
Rather numb now with shock, Taichi pressed onwards, through photos of
Miyako, Miyako and Hikari, one or two of himself and Yamato, one of
Jyou and Koushiro studying together, several of Daisuke strutting
around or acting silly while some blond kid with a Terriermon that
Taichi didn't really recognize watched on in amusement...
And, near the back, were photos of Takeru. Stand-alone photographs at
first, with a few stand-alone pictures taken of Ichijouji which the
former Kaiser had probably been unaware of. None of the pictures on
those two pages hinted at what was on the last, however.
The first of the photos on the final page offered the image of Takeru
trapped between Ichijouji and a concrete pillar, the raven-haired boy
pressing Yamato's little brother against himself and practically
ravishing the blond's mouth. The second portrayed the former Kaiser
with his arm draped over Takeru's shoulders and glaring possessively
at the camera.
Ill at the implications of those images, Taichi slammed the photo
album shut and stared blankly at the white and pink cover with a
single red heart in the middle. It looked so innocent, and yet turned
out to be such a... what was the term? Pandora's Box?
Alright, Hikari was with Miyako, he could deal with that. Miyako
could come on like a sledgehammer most of the time, but she had her
moments and was rather nice and gentle once one really got to know
her. But Yamato's sweet, innocent little brother? With Ichijouji of
Oh gods, he couldn't get that image of Agumon wearing a dark ring out
of his head. His Agumon, turned evil by that terrible conqueror. He
could still hear the reports from frightened digimon of the Kaiser's
abusive ways, he could still remember the wounds so many of them
carried. The newer kids went on and on about how Ichijouji was good
now, and Taichi had been stupid enough to believe them. From what he
could see, however, they had misjudged the megalomanic boy.
Shaking his head in a resolve to rescue his boyfriend's innocent
brother from the Kaiser's grasp, he opened the album again to dig out
the first photograph that provided the evidence he needed to show
Yamato. He'd have to save Takeru, preferably with Yamato's help.
Why did things have to go so wrong? Takeru and Hikari were supposed
to be together, so Taichi and Yamato could be together too and their
families wouldn't complain because Takeru and Hikari would carry on
the family legacy and everything would be okay. Right?
Taichi rose from his seat on the bottom bunk at the sound of the
doorbell ringing. That had to be Yamato. He rushed to the door and
opened it, gazing upon the rather delicious visage of his boyfriend
of the last few years. Unfortunately, what he would really like to do
would have to wait until later.
Grabbing the sleeve of Yamato's leather jacket, Taichi dragged the
shorter youth off to his room and closed the door behind him. Once he
knew they were alone he pointed to the bottom bunk. "Yama, before I
say anything it would probably be a good idea if you sat down first."
Yamato cocked his head, blinking mock-innocently at the brown-haired
leaderboy as he settled upon the bed. "Now Taichi, I thought we swore
that anything really kinky would have to be done in my van."
A flush painted itself across the taller youth's face as that comment
brought forth a memory of a rather recent event concerning the back
of Yamato's van, ice, and hot wax. Shaking his head to dispel that
particular image, he dug the photograph from his pocket and pressed
it into the musician's hands.
The color in Yamato's face drained at the sight, his fingers clasping
the heavy paper with such force that it crinkled under pressure.
"How- Taichi, Ichijouji looked so normal when I was with him in
Mexico. Spoke Spanish more fluently than the actual natives did and
was rather nice about it, but I never thought... Never thought he
would take Takeru like that..."
"We have to find them and see just how long this has been going on
and why Hikari hasn't said anything to me about it."
"Hikari took this picture?" The musician's hands went slack, leaving
the photograph to drift to the floor. He stared blankly at the fallen
image. His precious, innocent little brother, prey to the Kaiser. Oh
gods, why didn't he notice anything happening before now?
"Yeah," Taichi muttered as he looked away, feeling rather betrayed
that Hikari never told him anything about her personal life. "She's
also been rather heavily involved with Inoue if those other photos
are anything to go by."
"Well, so much for The Family, eh," Yamato snorted, leaning down to
pick up the picture and stuff it into a pocket before rising from his
seat on the bed. "All our expectations, our dreams, shattered. And we
didn't even notice until now. Any idea where Takeru and Hikari are?"
"Hikari should be at the Inoue residence, and I have no idea where on
earth your brother is. It really wouldn't surprise me if Hikari knew,
Yamato sighed, rubbing his temples in an almost calming gesture. It
just wouldn't do for him to get angry, not right now. Just wait until
he got his hands on Ichijouji. "Do you have Inoue's phone number
With a nod, the former leader of the Destined Children left the room,
only to return soon afterwards with a piece of paper and the family's
cordless phone. A few punched numbers later and after the necessary
pleasantries were exchanged with one of Miyako's siblings, he had his
sister on the phone.
It took a lot more willpower than he thought he had, but he avoided
asking just how long his sister had been involved with the youngest
of the Inoue siblings. "Say Squirt, do you know where Takeru is? It's
really important that Yamato and I have a long talk with him."
The pause at the other end of the line was far longer than he liked.
Impatiently Taichi tapped his foot against the floor. "Yagami
Hikari," he ground out in his most commanding voice, hoping it would
get her to tell him just where he could find Takeru and Ken, and
throttle the smirking little raven-haired brat. "We believe he may be
in danger, especially if he's with Ichijouji."
Hikari practically hissed into the mouthpiece. "Taichi! How dare you
dig through my personal album!"
"Listen, I don't really have the patience to deal with this argument
right now. Just tell me where Takeru is hiding so I don't have to
drag the Tokyo Police in on this too."
"Fine, they're at one of the hotels near the bay in Odaiba, I don't
know which one except it supposedly overlooks Rainbow Bridge. Nor
would I tell you. I'll just leave you with this warning: it's not at
all wise to come between a paladin and his angel." With that the
phone was slammed down upon its cradle and the connection killed.
A sigh escaped Taichi as he lowered the phone and glanced at Yamato.
"Well, they're at one of the two hotels along the beach that
overlooks Rainbow Bridge, so it won't be that much of a search."
"Yeah, now we just need to figure out which one it is and what alias
Ichijouji might use. Hand me that phone and find me a phonebook, will
ya," the musician asked, running his fingers through his precious
hair now in anxiety.
The first one they called, Le Meridien Grand Pacific Tokyo, which was
probably less expensive than it sounded, had no one going by either
Ichijouji or Takaishi staying that night. Making a note to check by
later if the other option did not provide the answer they wanted,
Yamato moved onwards. There was, however, a Takaji Masaru staying at
the Hotel Nikko Tokyo and more specifically in one of the single
rooms that had a harbor view. After thanking the reservationist
profusedly, Yamato hung up and pointedly dragged his wild-haired
boyfriend out of the apartment.
The drive wasn't all that long, and within eight minutes the teenaged
youths found themselves at the single classiest hotel in all of
Odaiba. They had a very hard time trying to refrain from openly
gaping at the splendor of the place. In trying to find the hotel
room, they got lost and had to retrace several times for roughly an
hour before finally stumbling upon the right wing and room. When they
knocked upon the door, however-
Ichijouji Ken stood against the doorjam, pointedly preventing them
from trying to get a glimpse inside, wearing nothing but a pair of
hastily thrown on blue-green slacks, a silver dove pendant, and an
extremely sated smile which soon turned into an annoyed grimace as he
recognized the two intruders. But it was the hair spiked by a rough
drying attempt with the towel he held in one hand that caused the
older boys to stare.
It looked all too familiar, and all the scene was missing now were
the shades and the Kaiser's cape and jumpsuit. Cocking an eyebrow in
curiosity at the unexpected visit, the raven-haired boy then smirked
and purred his query. "Unless you two have decided upon jobs as hotel
staff, you're here for something. What is it?"
"My brother," Yamato growled, his fists beginning to clench and
unclench in suppressed anger. "Where did you hide him?"
Internally Ken swore to himself even as he outwardly retained his
calm mask of a public face. How did they know? "I don't know what
you're talking about, and would appreciate it if you would stop
making such wild accusations."
He then stiffened as he felt his paladin's hands caress slowly up his
sides and across his chest, then Takeru pressing bodily behind him.
"Ken, hurry up and come back to be-" Takeru froze as he looked up
from the neck he was intent on nibbling upon and recognized his
brother and Taichi, both going pale. "Eh... ah... hey big brother,
Taichi." In an almost instinctive reflex born of the presence of a
potential threat, the blond hugged his angel close.
"Oh shit... Takeru, tell me you aren't actually willing to be this...
this jerk's little sex toy," Yamato started, feeling increasingly ill
as he watched his innocent, trusting little brother begin to glare at
him with defiance and that rare protectiveness he had seen so few
times in the past.
"I must say that would be somewhat hard to believe since Takeru's the
one initiating most of the events which lead to sex," Ken offered
dryly even as his paladin's decidedly protective gesture warmed him.
It felt so nice knowing that Takeru was as possessive of him as he
was of his lover.
This elicited a brief chuckle and a quick squeeze from the other boy,
who then returned his attention to his brother. "Please don't call my
beloved a jerk, big brother. I don't say anything about your choice
"Dammit, Takeru, don't you remember what he did as the Kaiser,"
Taichi spat out vehemently in hopes of appealing to something...
anything in Takeru that would bring the younger boy back to his
senses. "He enslav-"
"Enough! I know what I did in the past, and it was the gravest error
I ever made. I regret it every day of my life," the raven-haired boy
growled at first, before his voice faltered. He glanced at the paint
on the door, anything to avoid looking at the righteous ones. "If
you'll excuse me..."
Takeru sighed as he allowed his lover to escape into the sheltering
darkness of the hotel room. Dammit, he definitely didn't need this
right now. Neither of them did. He closed his eyes as he stepped from
the doorway, trying to suppress the rise of anger at what Taichi had
done. His angel was hurt, and it took years to heal Ken... And now
those wounds were ripped open by someone he considered a friend.
He swore to himself that he would protect Ken from anything that
would hurt the other boy, that he would heal his wounded angel in any
way possible. A knight does not deserve to call himself a paladin if
his word cannot be trusted. Closing the door behind him, he opened
his eyes to glare at the intruders. Ken did not need to see this.
The anger intensified and Takeru lashed out, planting a solid fist in
Taichi's gut that sent the older boy falling backwards. He withdrew
the fist only to glare at the other intruder. "I protect that which
is mine," the paladin snarled as his fists tightened to the point
where the knuckles were white with strain. "Ken is mine, I am his.
Don't you dare come between us!"
Yamato and Taichi stared in utter shock at the boy who was currently
seething before them. Neither had expected that, and at this point
neither was sure exactly what to do. It was just so rare when Takeru
lost his temper that it took some time before the other boys could
gather their wits and respond.
The older of the brothers watched the younger uneasily, his mind
searching wildly for anything he could use against Ichijouji before
finally recalling the image revealed by that photograph. He dug into
the pocket of his black leather jacket and drew out the picture that
brought them so much trouble.
"Care to explain th-" Before Yamato could continue, the photograph
was snatched from his fingers.
"I would like to know where the hell you got this," the younger boy
snapped as he recognized the image and stuffed it into a pocket in
the grey jeans he had haphazardly thrown on when he realized that it
was not the room service at the door. Nevermind the fact that those
jeans weren't his.
"Found it while helping Mom with chores," was the wheezing response
from Yagami, who was in the process of picking himself off the floor.
"Found out about Inoue too."
"Then you deserve everything Hikari throws at you when she finds out
about this." Takeru sighed and folded his arms across his chest in a
defensive gesture. It was turning out to be such a nice night too
until now. "That picture was from the day of our fourth anniversary.
We went up to Shinjuku Imperial Garden to celebrate and have a little
quiet time together."
"Anniversary," Yamato practically choked on the word as his thoughts
reeled. Oh gods, had it really been that deep a relationship? All
this time and he didn't even realize what had been going on?
"Ken and I have been together for five years, Yamato. He has never
intentionally hurt me, he's never forced me to do anything against my
will. I love him, and I'm trying to heal the wounds life has
inflicted upon him. It's taken me years to bring him to the point
where he's getting over his depression, and thanks to you two he's
relapsing. Is there anything else?"
The older boys glanced at each other, both vaguely wondering if
Takeru was being earnest or if he had been told to say such things.
Yet the burning embers of righteousness in Takeru's eyes that
practically screamed his unwavering faith in his love for Ichijouji
indicated the former. Were they wrong for interfering?
Before they could say anything, however, Takeru sighed and began with
something that obviously pained him a great deal. "Neither of you
could possibly imagine what I have to go through when he gets like
this. Do you know how much it hurts knowing the person you love
teeters on the brink of suicide and you can't do anything about it
except just to be there for them and offer what support you can? He's
suffered enough for what he's done. Please, just leave him be."
With that, he turned to open the door and retreat into the darkness.
However, once he felt his brother's hand on his arm, he glance
angrily back at the older boy. "Listen, I have to undo the damage you
two have done. Don't-"
"Takeru," Yamato began, somewhat red in embarrassment at the whole
ordeal. "Well, you know our parents are okay with my orientation and
already know about Taichi... So, erm... when do you think you'll tell
"When I feel like it," Takeru muttered as he opened the door behind
him, entered the room, and shut himself and his angel into their
The paladin sighed as he watched the shadows under the door move
away, then turned his attention to the interior of the room. Well,
Ken apparently wasn't on the bed, or in the bathroom. Had to be out
on the balcony then.
"...libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna..." whispered the voice of
his beloved in song as he drew closer to the figure that stood
looking across the bay. Hoping that Ken wouldn't mind the intrusion,
he stood besides his lover and joined the other boy's gaze into the
"I don't recognize that, what's it from?"
"Libera Me, from a Requiem Mass," the raven-haired boy answered, eyes
never leaving the horizon. Takeru glanced over at his angel's face,
mentally swearing at himself for being unable to prevent what
happened, and Yamato and Taichi for interfering. The listlessness in
Ken's face was very much not what he wanted to see right now.
He placed a hand on his angel's shoulder, rather surprised at how
cold Ken was to the touch. That definitely wasn't good, and the
windchill was worse. "I think you should come back in, it's freezing
Ken relented as he was dragged back into the room and the glass door
to the balcony shut behind him. It was so dark in the room, so very
dark... Almost comforting, really, in a rather ironic way. Darkness
enveloping darkness. How fitting.
In exhaustion the fallen angel laid back upon the bed, not the least
bit surprised when he felt his paladin crawl in besides him. He
wondered briefly what Takeru had to do to get rid of the older boys,
but given what he knew about his lover, he had a reasonably good idea
just what happened.
"You don't have to defend me," Ken began, feeling somewhat guilty
that Takeru felt the need to protect him from close friends. And he
did deserve what Taichi had thrown into his face.
"I'd hate myself if I didn't," was Takeru's reply as he gathered up
his beloved into his arms. His angel offered no resistance as he did
so, and settled willingly into the embrace. A slight smile crossed
the paladin's face as he inhaled the scent of rainy days and juniper
that hung within Ken's silken hair. He had no regrets about how he
handled Taichi and Yamato, oddly enough. Anything for his angel.
Sighing as he laid his head upon his paladin's shoulder, Ken draped
his arm across the other's chest and closed his eyes. What Takeru had
done for him... everything the paladin had done for him... that was
priceless. And his paladin was so warm that it was hard for him to
even consider leaving the comfort of the blond's embrace.
It was so comfortable holding Ken like this, even if the dark-haired
one was still colder than Takeru liked. He'd have to get his angel
warmer, especially since Ken's hair was still damp and he could catch
something from being outside like that.
He reached over to turn the bedside lamp on to a soft golden glow
before drawing himself from his angel to rise from the bed. Ken
looked incredibly appealing right now. There was only one thing wrong
with the view, however.
"Say, can I have my pants back?"
The raven-haired boy blinked innocently before smirking at that
question. "But I like being in your pants."
A chuckle escaped Takeru as he leaned down to lightly kiss his
lover's forehead. "I like being in yours too, but I think we can do
without them right now. It'd be easier to warm you once I have you
naked and under the covers, now wouldn't it?"
Before Ken could reply his lips were taken up in a kiss, and far be
it for him to spurn the obvious advances. His lips parted, allowing
his paladin to plunge within and their tongues to meet. Part of him
was vying for control, but he relinquished it. After Takeru's rather
impressive show of chivalry, he was more than willing to allow his
paladin whatever the golden-haired youth wished.
Time passed, eventually finding them curled together under the
blankets and recovering from their exertions. Takeru purred dreamily
into his angel's hair, extremely sated and very happy with what they
had done. And it was really quite satisfying watching the pleasure
flit across his lover's face in response to his ministrations. He was
certain Ken was sleeping at the moment, until-
"Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis. Cum
sanctis tuis in aeternum: quia pius es," the fallen angel murmured in
the most peaceful voice Takeru had ever heard from his lover. The
blond hugged his angel close, faintly wondering just what Ken
"You know I don't know Spanish," he muttered into his angel's hair,
eliciting a chuckle from the other boy.
"It's Latin. 'Eternal rest grant them, O Lord; and let perpetual
light shine upon them. With your saints forever, for Thou art
merciful.' Usually sung at a funeral or Requiem Mass, except..." Ken
paused, suddenly at a loss for words. Only after reeling wildly about
his own mind was he able to find them. "Except that I feel very much
alive, and at peace with myself and who I am. Thank you for that, my
A giddily happy grin spread across Takeru's face as he hugged his
angel close. "You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear."
Silence descended between them, and neither felt the need to move
from the comfort and warmth of each other's arms. Secure in their
love and dedication to one another, they soon drifted off into
Takaishi Natsuko paced nervously on the ground floor of the enormous
monster of a building that was the Tokyo Telecom Center as she
awaited the arrival of a relatively non-crowded elevator. The chamber
trio from Odaiba High School would be competing against other schools
in the finals, which would be held in the Center's twentieth floor.
And her younger son was among the three students from Odaiba.
While she was proud of him for going so far already, she couldn't
help but wonder exactly why he decided to compete at all. Takeru just
wasn't the competitive type, so he must have had a good reason. And
the prize money and trophy just weren't things she'd think he'd be
all that interested in.
Not that he would tell her if she asked him, and it was her own fault
for being too busy in recent years to be as involved in his life as
she'd like to be. He never told her exactly who had given him the
gold dove pendant he never took off since he got it two years ago,
just like he never really told her where he spent the weekends
sometimes. Her presence here was an attempt to be something of a
mother, at any rate.
There was so much she wanted to know, and simply didn't feel like she
had the right to ask. Rather depressing, really.
An elevator finally came, and the students within that carried
instruments soon disembarked. It wouldn't be long before Odaiba was
scheduled to play before a panel of judges, and she hoped she could
find her son in time to wish him luck.
After the relative peacefulness of the elevator ride, the bustle on
the twentieth floor was rather jarring, and it took a few moments for
her to straighten out her bearings. A quick glance around offered the
image of her son talking to someone draped in dark greys and blues
that contrasted sharply against ivory skin. One of Takeru's friends
among the Destined Children, wasn't it?
Mildly curious, she strode to the table and glimpsed at the piano
score they were looking over. "Looks complicated."
The two youths looked up at her in surprise, and she cocked her head
thoughtfully as she noted the silver dove pendant around the
raven-haired boy's throat. It was exactly the same shape and size as
the one Takeru kept hidden under his clothes, the one he said someone
special gave to him. And she wondered vaguely if that someone
"Hey Mom, what are you doing all the way out here," Takeru asked for
want of anything better to say. Not that he minded his mother being
present, but Ken was here, and if Yamato said anything...
"Can't a mother wish her son good luck in such a competition,"
Natsuko asked innocently as her mind finally provided her with the
identity of the other boy. Yes, it was one of the other Destined
Children. Ken, the one Takeru would talk about every now and then
with a distant look in his face. Things were starting to make sense
Takeru smiled up at her, partially in relief. Good, if she knew about
Ken, then she wasn't pestering him about it like his brother did.
"Thanks," he responded, then looked up at the clock. Four more
minutes before the Odaiba trio would be called into the judging room.
"Listen, I'd hate to go, but they're going to call us soon and I have
to talk with Hitoshi about keeping on tempo."
A smirk painted itself across Ken's face as he regarded Takeru. "But
it's the pianist that's supposed to set the tempo, not the violinist
or the cellist."
"You aren't helping one bit, Ken," the blond retorted as he rose from
the table. "See you two after the competition."
Once Takeru had disappeared amidst the crowds of anxious musicians,
Natsuko settled on the chair her son abandoned and gazed at Ken. Very
pretty young man, certainly, and quite the genius according to the
rumors she heard about him. If her son was involved with the youth as
she figured he was, then she could be proud of the fact that at least
this one had far better tastes in men than his brother.
Learning about Yamato's orientation had provided a shock at first,
but then once she thought about it, that development really wasn't
all that surprising. However, she did secretly wish that Yamato would
find someone that didn't look like a walking porcupine to be involved
But so long as both her sons were happy, she honestly didn't care who
they loved so long as the objects of their affections treated them
well. Hoping to confirm her theory and maybe get to know a little
more about Ken, she began striking conversation.
"So, do you know what they're playing?"
"Chopin's Trio for Violin, Cello, and Piano in G Minor. Complex
piece, but I'm certain Takeru can pull off his share if he can just
keep up with the tempo variations," Ken replied, wondering vaguely
why his boyfriend's mother was asking him such a thing. Ms. Takaishi
never showed interest in talking to him before...
Unless she was told by Yamato about his relationship with her son and
was trying to assess the situation. He just hoped she wouldn't be
stupid enough to try the same thing Yamato did, as he really didn't
feel like making an enemy out of his boyfriend's mother too.
Natsuko smiled to herself. Well, Ken obviously had confidence in her
son's skills, that was good, and she noticed the spark of pride in
the youth's eyes when he replied. Very good. Now, about those
matching pendants... "That's a lovely pendant, where did you get it?"
Rather surprised at the nature of the question, Ken absently touched
the little dove that dangled from a thin silver chain around his
neck. Few people ever commented on it. "Ah, I got this in a bazaar at
Mérida in Mexico a couple of years back. Why do you ask?"
"My son has one just like it. Were you the one who gave it to him?"
Ken sighed and looked away, not liking where this was going to lead
to in the least. He would like it if Takeru's family would accept
him, but after Yamato's little display he doubted he would ever gain
that acceptance. "Yes. Then you know about us, don't you?"
"I've only just figured it out today," the woman admitted, frowning
slightly at the rejected look on Ken's face. Did he expect her to
disapprove? When he failed to respond, Natsuko reached across the
table and placed a reassuring hand on the youth's shoulder. "Takeru
seems to be happy with you."
Glancing at the hand on his shoulder before returning his gaze to his
boyfriend's mother, Ken was briefly surprised at the gentle smile she
gave him and was at a complete loss for words. That was not what he
expected at all.
Once Natsuko had Ken's attention, she continued. "You look like a
nice enough boy. I'm rather glad Takeru's chosen someone who cares
about him." All the phone calls, Takeru's occasional disappearances,
the gifts that her son would buy for someone he refused to tell her
about, the way he would daydream when he should have been doing his
homework... It all made perfect sense now.
"Then... you're not upset," Ken asked, somewhat bewildered. Takeru's
mother was neither angry or shocked at this discovery? But that went
against everything he anticipated, surely there was something wrong
that would pop up soon enough.
The woman shook her head, rather bemused at the continued surprise on
the boy's face. "Not at all. Welcome to the family, Ken."
He stared, completely stunned. Takeru's mother accepting him without
question... that was... that was... "I... I... Thank you, Ms.
That was more than he thought he would ever deserve.
Takeru sighed as he stepped out of the judging room. Goshuu the
cellist had narrowly missed trashing the whole performance when his
endpin almost slipped out and ended up having to hold the cello up by
his knees for the rest of the piece, and Hitoshi the violinist was
attacking his strings too hard. His own fingers slipped up once and
he was sure that even though he moved to cover the error, the judges
might have caught it. It looked more and more like they weren't going
to win. Not that he minded, really, but he had plans for his share of
the money. He did want to treat Ken to a nice dinner afterwards. It
was the least he could do after all his angel would spend on him.
It wouldn't be until an hour later that the results would be posted,
and behind him the other members of the trio were making noises about
going down to one of the restaurants on the lower floors to get a
quick bite to eat. Waving them off with a smile when they asked if he
wanted to join them, Takeru trotted back to where he left his mother
And he paused in surprise as they came in to view. They were actually
talking to each other? And Ken seemed strangely relaxed in his
mother's presence. That was rare, Ken usually tensed when it came to
talking to anyone he didn't really know.
Speculating at this oddity, Takeru stepped closer to the two in hopes
of catching bits of the conversation before they noticed his
proximity. His eyes widened as he caught the tail-end of his mother
telling Ken about some of his more... unpleasant childhood habits.
"Mom," the blond whimpered as he took an empty seat next to Ken,
blushing profusedly as his mind ran circles around what his mother
just revealed. "Please don't tell my friends things like that."
Natsuko smirked at her son. "No, I don't tell your friends about
that. Just your significant other. You really should have told me
earlier, you know."
Takeru whimpered even more as he hid his face in his hands in a
feeble attempt to hide from the embarrassment and to try and reduce
the amount of blood that was currently racing to his head and turning
him an interesting shade of red. Damn, now he felt like he was going
to faint too.
A hand reached out and gently stroked Takeru's back. He glanced out
of the corner of his eyes and between fingers at his angel, who was
smiling kindly at him.
"We all do things in our childhoods that we're not proud of.
Besides," at this Ken grinned and leaned in to whisper into his
paladin's ear. "... Now I know why you enjoy giving blowjobs."
Groaning at this, the blond felt his last threads of consciousness
give way before he fainted.
Shifting her gaze from Ken to Takeru and back again, Natsuko made a
sound of disapproval. "Now now, what did you say to him?"
"Nothing I thought would get that kind of reaction," Ken muttered,
all of his attention on his paladin. He really didn't expect Takeru
to pass out like that.
Eventually Takeru woke up, his head pillowed on something soft and
warm that smelled of rainy days and juniper. Ken's sweater. With eyes
still closed he listened in on his mother and his angel talking. That
Mom would accept Ken so easily, and seemed to have no problem with
their relationship, it was something he really didn't expect to
happen. But it was nice. Very, very nice.
His mother seemed to like Ken, and Ken seemed to like her. There was
no need to hide anything from her anymore. Maybe she would even let
him invite Ken to sleep over every now and then? But he could always
ask later. There was always later. Right now he really didn't want to
For some reason or another the room soon resumed its crowded state,
causing the blond to grumble under his breath as he pulled himself
from the makeshift pillow and surveyed the masses of anxious
musicians. He really didn't care about the results, but...
Somewhere from the crowds a couple of boys pushed their way through
and approached the table. Oh, right, Goshuu and Hitoshi anticipated
the results more than he did and were coming to let him know how they
did. Plastering probably the fakest smile he ever had on his face,
Takeru waved at them.
"Wemadesecondplace," the violinist exhaled excitedly, practically
hopping from the energy triggered by anxiety. Goshuu wasn't doing
"Didn't think we were gonna make it, y'know? After my instrument gave
out like that..."
"Hey, second place is something, anyway," Takeru remarked, absently
wishing they would go away so he could enjoy his family's company.
"Sure, we don't get a trophy and the cash prize isn't as big, but
it's the attempt that counts isn't it?"
Goshuu nodded vigorously at this. "Yeah, better than I thought. Say,
you wanna go celebrate with me and Hitoshi later?"
"We're thinking of going out to Tokyo Joypolis and maybe pizza
afterwards," Hitoshi added, still hopping energetically.
Takeru shook his head. He really had other plans that included Ken
and a candlelit dinner, and excluded everything else. "Nah, I have
other things to do. Have fun, guys."
"Alright, see ya later then," Hitoshi bubbled, completely oblivious
to the 'go away' look Takeru was shooting at him. "You'll wanna talk
to Mr. Suzuki to get your share of the prize. Bye!"
Sighing as the two ran off to celebrate, Takeru returned his
attention to his mother and Ken. He had hoped to get first place, but
second was just as good.
"Chopin's Trio in G Minor is a difficult piece," Ken stated, reaching
over to squeeze Takeru's hand. "Congratulations for doing so well on
Natsuko smiled to herself as her son mouthed a 'thank you' to his
boyfriend, absently pondering the idea of driving them both to
wherever Takeru wanted to celebrate and invite Ken to stay overnight
afterwards. Yes, she could see what was there between them, she knew
it as well as any mother would. Takeru and Ken, one was a child of
her body, the other she would welcome as a child adopted into her
It would be interesting to see what develops in the next few years,
now wouldn't it?
Somewhere a Maiden of Light observed a paladin withdraw from a cave
of darkness, supporting a limping angel that was so dirtied and torn
that she had taken it briefly for a demon. But as she watched she
noted the looks that passed between them, and prayed that holy light
would shine upon them and wash the darkness away.
Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine
cum sanctis tuis in aeternum:
quia pius es.
Author's note: For those wondering how Yamato figured out Ken's
little alias, Takaji consists of the first kanji of Takeru's surname
and the last kanji of Ken's, and Masaru is another reading for the
kanji for Ken's given name.
Note 2: a plotbunny came to me recently and handed me a fic egg. Expect another fic from this storyline within the next month ^_^.