A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo, #163 - digivice.
Little Trinket
It was just a little trinket locked in a drawer. Just a little trinket that had come out of the computer, that he didn't understand - but there were a lot of things in the world he didn't understand and that was fine. He didn't want to know it all, because what would he do after that?
And the inconsequential things were the easier things to ignore. A little trinket didn't spark his curiosity or, of late, that desperate tug of the rope that threaded his path. It mattered to no-one and that's why he could lock it in a drawer and take comfort in the fact that it was an unknown to him. Because no-one pressed him to know. No-one cared.
Except Ken. And that was just the dash of seasoning he needed to make it meaningful, to make it more than the dust he never saw, or the trash he tossed away and then forgot. Or so he thought. So he hoped.
Except it wasn't an insignificant little trinket to Ken, and the grounding lead wasn't a grounding lead anymore but a sparking live wire.
