Unmerited Torture
By
Demon Angel Fyre
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon (though I wish I did.) I'm not making any money off this; so do not even think of suing me.
Hello y'all! Welcome to my first fic. In some ways, it's an Alternate Universe. It's also Kenyako, which I totally support. As you can see, there will also be some Ken torture, so be prepared.
Lastly, thanks to my cousin Nicolia for the information and ideas. You're the best!!
*********
Yolei stood on the bridge connecting Odaiba to Tamachi, watching the setting sun on the water. She hadn't seen her hometown in the past ten years. The sense of peace she felt here was one she never had in the city.
She breathed deeply. Memories of her past assaulted her. The time she spent in the DigiWorld, going to the soccer games, fixing Cody's computer, even fighting with Davis.
Of all her recollections, one experience came to the forefront of her mind. This had been the most harrowing time of her fifteen years. It also changed her life forever.
Yolei sighed. Against her own accord, she traveled back to that period, and all its heartbreak.
Chapter 1
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The pain was too much, too intense for him. He felt as though someone was playing the 1812 overture, complete with cannons, inside his head. His breathing was slow and controlled. He focused straight ahead trying to take his mind off his agony. He put his hand to his head. He could feel the veins near his temple pulsing. If only it would stop...
"Ken?" Yolei asked, tapping his shoulder. Ken snapped out of his reverie and looked into the worried eyes of his girlfriend.
"Is something wrong? You look a little pale." She asked anxiously.
"It's nothing." He gave her a small reassuring smile. After all, it was nothing, just a very bad headache. "Come on, I'll walk you home." He got up and took her hand, pulling her up with him.
They had been on their way to the movies earlier that afternoon when Yolei had seen a soccer match for children. They had stopped to watch for a few minutes. Soon, they had forgotten about the movie and were in the stands cheering along with everyone. An hour later, everyone had left and they were still sitting together, talking. Actually, Yolei was doing most of the talking and Ken most of the listening.
They walked slowly, hand in hand. For a few minutes, a companionable silence reigned. They crossed the bridge and were a few metres from Yolei's building when it began to rain very heavily.
"Run for it!" Ken said. They both made a dash for the building. They ran inside, up the stairs and finally collapsed in front of Yolei's apartment; laughing.
"I'm drenched." Yolei said, taking off her cap and wringing it to express her point.
"And you're still as beautiful as ever," replied Ken, giving her a playful kiss. She smiled and blushed. He looked at his watch.
"It's getting late. I should be going." He kissed her softly and sweetly. He drew back and gazed into her eyes.
"See you tomorrow?" He asked her in a hushed tone.
"Yeah." She said with the same quietness in her voice. He turned and walked up the corridor. She stood watching him. She bit her lip.
"Mmm, he has one cute butt." She thought to herself as she opened her door and went inside.
*******
Ken opened the door to his apartment and went inside. On the way to his bedroom, he passed his mother in the kitchen.
"Hello Ken," she said smiling, "How was your evening with Yolei?"
"Hi Mom. It was great." He said. Anticipating her next question, he added, "I'm not hungry, so don't worry about me for dinner."
Ken left the kitchen and went to his room. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. His headache had returned full force; in fact, it was twice as bad. There was a constant pressure behind his eyes making him see red. A shooting pain was going from temple to temple which left him gasping for breath. He blinked a few times to clear his vision; then went back to the kitchen.
"Mom do you have any aspirin?" Ken asked Mrs. Ichijouji. She was instantly on the alert.
"Are you feeling alright, Ken?" she asked, panicked.
"I'm fi..." he started.
Maybe you're getting the flu... or worse, chicken pox! I should call a doctor. Oh, what if it's the plague?"
He took his mother firmly by the shoulders and shook her.
"Mom. I. Am. Fine. It's just a headache. Where's the aspirin?" he repeated. Dazed, Mrs. Ichijouji pointed a finger in the direction of the bathroom.
"Thank you." He said and went for the aspirin.
Back in his room, Ken sat at his desk waiting for the painkillers to take effect. His head was on the desk, his indigo blue locks falling into his face. If this is a headache, I never want a migraine, he thought to himself. Wormmon sidled up behind him and tapped his leg softly.
"Ken-chan, what's wrong?" he asked, apprehension clearly written on his face. Ken lifted his head, wincing at the pain the small movement caused. Somehow, he managed a smile for the small, green Digimon.
"It's just a headache Wormmon. Don't worry yourself. It will probably be gone by tomorrow." He said with more confidence than he felt.
After all, it can't get worse.
*****
Well? You like, you hate, don't quit the day job? Review everyone; I need to know what you think. You may be wondering what the terrible experience is, don't worry you'll know soon enough.
By the way, Nicolia, if you read this, his hair is not blue. Maybe it's not black, either. It's indigo. (Yes, there's a difference.)
By
Demon Angel Fyre
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon (though I wish I did.) I'm not making any money off this; so do not even think of suing me.
Hello y'all! Welcome to my first fic. In some ways, it's an Alternate Universe. It's also Kenyako, which I totally support. As you can see, there will also be some Ken torture, so be prepared.
Lastly, thanks to my cousin Nicolia for the information and ideas. You're the best!!
*********
Yolei stood on the bridge connecting Odaiba to Tamachi, watching the setting sun on the water. She hadn't seen her hometown in the past ten years. The sense of peace she felt here was one she never had in the city.
She breathed deeply. Memories of her past assaulted her. The time she spent in the DigiWorld, going to the soccer games, fixing Cody's computer, even fighting with Davis.
Of all her recollections, one experience came to the forefront of her mind. This had been the most harrowing time of her fifteen years. It also changed her life forever.
Yolei sighed. Against her own accord, she traveled back to that period, and all its heartbreak.
Chapter 1
********
The pain was too much, too intense for him. He felt as though someone was playing the 1812 overture, complete with cannons, inside his head. His breathing was slow and controlled. He focused straight ahead trying to take his mind off his agony. He put his hand to his head. He could feel the veins near his temple pulsing. If only it would stop...
"Ken?" Yolei asked, tapping his shoulder. Ken snapped out of his reverie and looked into the worried eyes of his girlfriend.
"Is something wrong? You look a little pale." She asked anxiously.
"It's nothing." He gave her a small reassuring smile. After all, it was nothing, just a very bad headache. "Come on, I'll walk you home." He got up and took her hand, pulling her up with him.
They had been on their way to the movies earlier that afternoon when Yolei had seen a soccer match for children. They had stopped to watch for a few minutes. Soon, they had forgotten about the movie and were in the stands cheering along with everyone. An hour later, everyone had left and they were still sitting together, talking. Actually, Yolei was doing most of the talking and Ken most of the listening.
They walked slowly, hand in hand. For a few minutes, a companionable silence reigned. They crossed the bridge and were a few metres from Yolei's building when it began to rain very heavily.
"Run for it!" Ken said. They both made a dash for the building. They ran inside, up the stairs and finally collapsed in front of Yolei's apartment; laughing.
"I'm drenched." Yolei said, taking off her cap and wringing it to express her point.
"And you're still as beautiful as ever," replied Ken, giving her a playful kiss. She smiled and blushed. He looked at his watch.
"It's getting late. I should be going." He kissed her softly and sweetly. He drew back and gazed into her eyes.
"See you tomorrow?" He asked her in a hushed tone.
"Yeah." She said with the same quietness in her voice. He turned and walked up the corridor. She stood watching him. She bit her lip.
"Mmm, he has one cute butt." She thought to herself as she opened her door and went inside.
*******
Ken opened the door to his apartment and went inside. On the way to his bedroom, he passed his mother in the kitchen.
"Hello Ken," she said smiling, "How was your evening with Yolei?"
"Hi Mom. It was great." He said. Anticipating her next question, he added, "I'm not hungry, so don't worry about me for dinner."
Ken left the kitchen and went to his room. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. His headache had returned full force; in fact, it was twice as bad. There was a constant pressure behind his eyes making him see red. A shooting pain was going from temple to temple which left him gasping for breath. He blinked a few times to clear his vision; then went back to the kitchen.
"Mom do you have any aspirin?" Ken asked Mrs. Ichijouji. She was instantly on the alert.
"Are you feeling alright, Ken?" she asked, panicked.
"I'm fi..." he started.
Maybe you're getting the flu... or worse, chicken pox! I should call a doctor. Oh, what if it's the plague?"
He took his mother firmly by the shoulders and shook her.
"Mom. I. Am. Fine. It's just a headache. Where's the aspirin?" he repeated. Dazed, Mrs. Ichijouji pointed a finger in the direction of the bathroom.
"Thank you." He said and went for the aspirin.
Back in his room, Ken sat at his desk waiting for the painkillers to take effect. His head was on the desk, his indigo blue locks falling into his face. If this is a headache, I never want a migraine, he thought to himself. Wormmon sidled up behind him and tapped his leg softly.
"Ken-chan, what's wrong?" he asked, apprehension clearly written on his face. Ken lifted his head, wincing at the pain the small movement caused. Somehow, he managed a smile for the small, green Digimon.
"It's just a headache Wormmon. Don't worry yourself. It will probably be gone by tomorrow." He said with more confidence than he felt.
After all, it can't get worse.
*****
Well? You like, you hate, don't quit the day job? Review everyone; I need to know what you think. You may be wondering what the terrible experience is, don't worry you'll know soon enough.
By the way, Nicolia, if you read this, his hair is not blue. Maybe it's not black, either. It's indigo. (Yes, there's a difference.)