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DigiMemorial August day 17 - Prompt: Love

Summary: Takuya thinks Kouji needs better taste in music

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♫ What’s love got to do, got to do with it? What’s love but a second-hand emotion? ♫

”Didn’t know you were a fan of a-pop”, Takuya said.

Entered Kouji’s room and closed the door. Kouji looked up from the book he was reading.

”Huh?”

”Whatcha listening to anyway?”

Kouji shrugged.

”One of mom’s cds. Some kind of mix-tape.”

Takuya found the CD-cover on Kouji’s desk, looked at it. Skimmed through the titles and whistled.

”Everything okay between the two of them?” he asked.

”Mom and dad? Yeah. Why?”

”These are all just heartache and teenage girl-shit.”

Takuya put the cover down, threw himself down on Kouji’s bed. Kouji kicked him to make sure he didn’t take all the space.

”It’s from before they met. Izumi listens to this stuff?”

”Nah, it’s all i-pop with her.”

”You are just making words up now.”

Takuya grinned.

”Of course I am, that’s how all words were invented!”

He sat up, leaned against the wall. Kouji continued reading the book.

”So what kind of music do you listen to?”

Kouji stopped reading the book, looked at Takuya.

”Why are you here?”

”Your dad let me in!”

”No, I mean, why are you here bothering me instead of at the park playing football or something?”

”Can’t a guy just visit his pal for no reason?”

Kouji shook his head, then went back to the book. Takuya looked at the cover. Animals of North America. Well, that explained the a-pop.

”You studying?”

”Not really.”

Kouji closed the book and put it under the pillow. Leaned against the wall next to Takuya.

”Linkin Park”, he said. ”It’s what everyone uses for their Dragonball AMVs.”

”Pfff, nerd.”

”A nerd who can beat you up.”

”I still win at football tho!”

Kouji laughed and Takuya grinned.

”Don’t need to ask what you listen to”, Kouji said. ”Answer is obvious since you knew all the songs on mom’s cd.”

Takuya blushed, turned away.

”I do not listen to teenage girl-crap. I’m cool, I listen to cool-people stuff.”

”Uhu.”

”I’ll show you.”

”Sure”, Kouji laughed again. ”Wanna play Mario Kart, since you’re here anyway?”

Takuya stood up before Kouji even finished the question.

”This time I’m not letting you win!”

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It was two days later. Kouji sat on his bed reading a book when the door opened and Takuya’s face showed up.

”Whatcha reading?”

”Do you ever say ’hi’ to people?”

Kouji closed the book, put it under his pillow. Sat crosslegged on the bed and watched Takuya as he entered the room.

”Nope!” He threw himself on the bed and then held a thin, square package to Kouji. ”For you!”

”Didn’t know it was my birthday.”

Kouji grabbed the present, unwrapped it. Takuya sat up and leaned against the wall.

”Happy birthday!” he said with a laugh. ”It’s a mix tape.”

”A mix-tape?”

”Yeah!”

Takuya grabbed it, stood up and put it in the CD-player. Threw the cover back to Kouji.

”You need some good music to listen to, not just girl-stuff.”

”Thank you?”

The music started playing and Kouji looked at the list Takuya had written to see what songs was on it. Takuya took a step backwards.

”Anyway, I gotta go. Football practice. See you at school tomorrow!”

Kouji frowned.

”Wait, Takuya, these are all…”

The door slammed shut as Takuya escaped through it.

”...love-songs. Okay. That was normal.”

He grabbed the book, leaned against the wall. The door opened again and Satomi peeked inside.

”Takua left in a hurry", she said. "Did you two fight?”

Kouji shook his head.

”He just gave me a cd full of love-song and then left. I think he’s an idiot.”

Satomi smiled.

”Or maybe he’s trying to tell you something.”

Kouji rolled his eyes, opened the book.

”And what would that be?”

”I think you can figure that out yourself”, she answered. ”Unless you’re an idiot too.”

She winked at him, then started leaving again.

”Dinner is in half an hour, good luck figuring it out.”

[Egobworder - @knight-of-winds ] Sunlight danced off the edge of a sharpened blade, the corpses of training dummies littering the floor as Follower breathed hard, deep pushes of his lungs kicking the air out of his throat. He’s been training for hours by now. Slash after slash another dummy would fall, a lifeless corpse that never even had life to begin with! The angel was pushing himself much harder than he usually would despite all of the teachings from his father. Lessons of patience, of pacing oneself and never straining one’s body. Although all of his father’s teachings were being thrown out the window in Follower’s mind, the world around him was nothing but a blur as he raised his blade up high, preparing to strike until… A dull thump could be heard. And the cause of said thump happened to be Follower himself! The angel was lying on his side, breathing hard and digging his nails into the freshly polished floor. Everything hurt. He knew how much he was straining himself, he knew that this would hurt the moment his body gave out. Although he hadn’t cared until now. Gods above, why did he let this happen? He closed his eyes, wings folding in on themselves. He could just lay here and rest, couldn’t he? Let the minutes pass away until he would eventually fall asleep from exhaustion. His eyelids felt heavy, his breathing slowly evening out as he tried to relax himself. His ears tried to hone in on anything around him. The gentle breeze, the birds chirping and… Footsteps approaching? His feathers fluffed up only briefly before a familiar voice rang out. “Follower! Are you around here somewhere?” Ego? What was he doing here? Gods above, he couldn’t let his boyfriend see him like this! Follower let out a small chirp as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position. But he couldn’t, his arms felt like jelly, and he flopped back down to the floor and let out a pained chirp. And said chirp alerted the same demon he was so desperately trying NOT to look weak in front of! Ego came running over, his smile dropping instantly the moment he noticed the weak and tired Follower on the floor. The canine knight hurried over and dropped down to his knees, hooking an arm under Follower to start lifting him up. “Follower?! What happened? Are you alright? By the name of Windforce, I will-” “Egobworder. Please.” Ego shut up instantly, tail pushing between his legs as he quietly continued to help Follower, getting the angel into a sitting position before sitting himself down beside his boyfriend, holding one of the angel’s hands in worry. The silence fell over the two, only being broken by the faint chirping of birds and Follower’s breathing slowly evening out. Silence, comfortable but uneasy. Ego gently squeezed Follower’s hand, interlocking his fingers with the angel’s talons before he finally decided to speak up. “Are you alright, dear?” Follower was quiet, his head tilting back slightly. He didn't really know what to say. Sure, he wasn’t okay! He really wasn’t! He’s been feeling stressed and uneasy recently but… He didn’t know why. He tried talking to his father about it, telling the deity he was feeling stressed and upset, but not even the comforting words of Illumina could help. Hell! Even the deity himself was struggling to figure out what was wrong with his own son, which saddened both of them honestly.

Today was a rough day for the feline phighter as he pulled out the keys to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend. He felt annoyed and drained, irritation scratching at the back of his head. He was trying not to let it show. Emphasis on TRYING, but it was really hard for someone like Sling who couldn’t hide his emotions to save his own life. He sighed, swallowing his irritation and walking into the apartment, using his tail to close the door behind him. Boombox was situated on the couch, hunched over slightly while working on his next big music project, fluffy racoon tail perking up at the sound of the door opening and closing. Sling was back! Yay! He smiled, about to call out and greet his boyfriend until he saw the demon himself come into the living room and walk past him. Boom frowned, taking instant notice of the sad aura wrapped around his boyfriend’s form. He took a moment to think before calling out. “Somethin’ happen, Sling? You alright?” It took a moment for Sling to register what the other demon said as he stopped in place, glancing over at Boom and sighing softly. “Bad day. Stressed.” Was all he said before continuing his trek to their shared bedroom, leaving Boom to sit there in worry. Boom wanted to do something to cheer his boyfriend up, the eyes of his visor being replaced with question marks as he considered several options. He could just follow his boyfriend and see if he wanted to cuddle or something, but that seemed like the easy and quick solution, so he scrapped that idea. He could make Sling a comfort playlist! He knows the type of music his boyfriend likes and it’s something he would whip up quickly! But what if music didn’t work? What if the songs didn’t kick up his mood? He frowned more, leaning back into the couch before an idea popped in his head and causing him to move his stuff off his lap and pop up off the couch, hurrying off into the kitchen to start his masterplan. Boom has… Never baked before. Hell! He only knows the basics of cooking since he’s never really had a reason to learn anything beyond that. He’s always been happy with quick and easy meals to make at home and would usually go out somewhere if he wanted to eat something different and fancier. Now he wouldn’t consider making cookies as something that should be TOO difficult, but then he remembers he’s never once made cookies before! He’s only watched Sling make them. He pulls out his phone and rests it atop the kitchen counter, scrolling through various little cookie recipes. He wanted to make something nice, something fancy and tasty, but he also didn’t want to royally fuck it up and make something that tasted like total trash! So he settled for a simple chocolate chip cookie recipe and got to work collecting the ingredients, getting all of the bits and bobs he needed. Measuring cups and spoons, mixing bowls and all that. He set everything out and smiled to himself. It was time to get bakin’!

Star was seated on the rim of the fountain within the palace's garden, the gently splashing of the water flowing into the base combined with the intergalactic winds was soothing to the prince, some of unintentional lullaby the prince would listen to. The palace's garden was massive, bordered by milky white walls and golden-colored gates, cobblestone pathing running through its lengths and stopping at each entry point. Towering trees, vibrant flowers and fluffy bushes covered every visible inch. Leaves, flower petals and blades of grass swaying alongside the winds. The prince sat there, eyes closed and drinking in the sounds around him, taking in the sensations that washed over him. That was until his tail perked up, catching the sound of faint little clicks against the cobblestone path. Familiar clicks at that. Star's eyes opened, head turning and a smile decorating his face once he saw who was there. Follower, his beloved. The knight stood there, stoic-faced and hand resting on the handle of his sword. Star waved a little, earning a small coo from the knight who moved forward, standing beside the fountain where the prince sat, head tilting to lock eyes with him. Star got up and took ahold of Follower's free hand, interlocking fingers with his fiancé. The pair stood there, a comfortable silence washing over them before an idea popped into Star's head. He hummed, which caught the angel's attention, making him tilt his head in slight confusion. Star being silent wasn't a bad thing or anything if you asked Follower, but he was curious to know what was going on in that head of his. "Follower?" Star began, a smile decorating his face once more. "Have you ever danced before, angel?" Follower paused at that, looking away and taking a moment to think before looking back down at the other with a shake of his head. Star's eyes, despite being covered by his signature mask, lit up with excitement.

TW: Gore [technically], descriptions of wounds/bodily injury Nausea and delirium were two things Buster never wanted to experience at the same time. On and off throwing up, having to have his boyfriend, now fiancé, do little tasks for him here and there and being subjected to several hours worth of bedrest was painful. Not in a completely physical way, more so in a mental way. The rocketeer didn't like being huddled up in bed, forced to lie there and stare at the same old same old. Their closet, the various items strewn about and the occasional time Sci would poke his head in to check up on him. Sci was out today, Buster knew this, but that didn't stop the rocketeer from hearing footsteps slowly moving about the apartment. He was laying on his back, eyes focused on the ceiling as he heard someone shuffling about. Only himself and Sci lived in this apartment, the only person with a key was Gold, who would always call or text before showing up. He strained his ears, mind racing with thoughts as the foots grew closer and closer, his heart rate picking up as the thumping in his ears got louder and louder. Buster's rarely felt panic, he's rarely felt such an intense amount of fear. But he felt so fucking vulnerable right, he felt like he couldn't protect himself. He felt tired and weak and out of it. If there was an actual demon in his apartment, he was so fucked right now. He turned his head slowly towards the door, eyes widening as he saw a figure standing there. The faint light from the hallway didn't help. The figure was shadowed, partly lit up by the faint hallway light. No amount of sickness could stop him from realizing who he was seeing. It was his father. It was Zuka. The same fucking man he had gotten killed so many months ago.