Disclaimer- I own no digimon things

Disclaimer- I own no digimon things. Truly!

WARNINGS-Masochism, sadism, sex, death, angst, flufferrificness and heterosexually challenged characters (that means gay).

A/N- This is my first digimon piece, so if you have comments, questions, criticism, please leave it in your review or email me. If you leave an email addy, I'll respond to your review. Aside from that this contains-

YAOI AND YURI!!!!

So if you keep reading, now you know and can't flame me 'cause I gave you warning, actually you can anyways but let's hope you won't. I'm not the biggest digimon buff; almost all of my info comes from fics and Megchan's encyclopedia.

Prologue to Confusion

"Please Gennai, don't be like that-"

"Shut up damn you!" Gennai bellowed. His eyes flashed dangerously as he whirled around to point an accusatory finger and the cloaked woman. "I don't need this, this SHIT! The digital world is undergoing preparations for one of it's greatest battles, you CANNOT TAKE AWAY ITS ONLY HOPE FOR SURVIVAL!" He finished with a scream. The woman chuckled and un-hooded herself. Gennai faltered, she had never done that before. And he could see why.

Her beauty was incredible, her eyes were a simple mixed green but her face had an aristocratic form about it, perfect in its shape her skin was a light gold. Her ears perked a little more than normal human ones, giving her an otherworldly grace and beauty. But all of this was marred by the two brands on her cheeks, one on each. The scar tissue was built up but they still oozed puss, and looked inflamed as well as painful. She shook out her long white hair, with one black streak down the side. The black seemed to writhe and Gennai felt himself being drawn down and in-

"Gennai." The voice was imperious, the command so forceful he stumbled back. "I am sorry my fr- colleague" she continued smoothly" I know my appearance must give you many questions but we must attend to the matter at hand. My opponent has taken evil from another world and given it form within ours; it is from your world. The evil was great but trapped, by one of your champions." Gennai nodded, he knew whom she was talking about and sighed, it had only been a matter of time 'till he broke free…

"So I shall make you a deal, I shall take the evil from your world and bring it to mine along with the good, so shall your realm be safe. They will return in good time, and when they do you may be surprised." The woman frowned. "Their memories shall however be kept from them until the appropriate time, some of them are, distraught now." Gennai looked at her sullenly.

"Since you could do it anyways, and my permission means little, I grant your 'favor"' He imbued as much sarcasm into the word as possible. The woman smirked, showing more emotion then than she ever had.

"Funny Gennai, I trust you need to make arrangements. And don't worry, since I am keeping balance of forces by bringing them and keeping the balance in bringing them, I assure you, they shall have power enough to do as they please. But you must do one thing." Gennai looked at her with sullen anger, and some measure of curiosity.

"Give them the power of their crests back, in full!" And the words were with such force that Gennai did so unconsciously. He collapsed then, and the digital world wavered slightly as its guardian took power from it in a way he didn't know was possible. The woman raised a hand and a knife appeared in it. She then created a bowl in the other.

Very carefully, she took the knife and made an incision in her lip, and drop of blood went into the bowl. From both ears she did the same thing, from the tip of her nose and lastly from her eyelids. Then she sat on the ground, placed the bowl down, gently, and then slashed her palm. The blood flowed freely into the bowl until it was filled to the brim. Then the cut on her hand healed with a flash of light and power.

"Blood of mine, I abjure thee, bring me what I seek." She didn't bother with runes or magic words; she needed raw power now and had no time for finesse. And the dark liquid rose in a ball, contorted into strange shapes and vanished. The woman felt her power fall dangerously low, the spell was complete, for now they would remember nothing, except the guardian of course…now to wait. The woman restored her hood, and then seemed to fold in on herself, and after that she too vanished.

When Gennai awoke, many things ran through his head, but one that stuck out was that she said the digidestined were having, problems… He gathered the power of the digital world around him, something that she had inadvertently shown him when she commanded him to restore the crests. And he looked in and down and then out…

"Tai, I-"

"Shhh…" Tai put a single finger on Koushiro's lips. The young genius looked at Tai with fear and no small amount of love in his eyes. Sora had told Tai to take it slow, so he did. "Everything is fine Kou." Tai laid his hand on Koushiro's shoulder, and grew angry when Koushiro flinched.

I'll kill them all. Koushiro must have seen the rage in his eyes, and shrank down even further, abject terror in his eyes. And a terrible acceptance. Tai looked down at Koushiro, the rage vanished leaving only gentle compassion on his face. Koushiro's face was marred by a black eye and a cut along with a split lip. Desire blossomed in his chest quickly spreading to other places where the rush of blood would become all too obvious.

Koushiro suddenly buried his head in Tai's chest, and he just sobbed. Tai wrapped his arms around him. Koushiro wondered in the back of his head why he was breaking down so much, but it felt so very good to be in Tai's arms… He needed to invite Tai for over for study sessions more often…

Ken Ichijouji traced a gentle finger along his desk. There was dust on it. Rage boiled up in him until he realized that this wasn't the digital world, he had no servants here. He shoved that part of him down, making his demeanor emotionless. He'd gotten very good at that since Sam- he roughly shunted that thought away. Weakness was unacceptable, as much as losing to those fucking digidestined.

Daisuke… Then that thought too was destroyed. Ken was ruthless and cruel, but not unrealistic. If he took Daisuke it would be as a slave. And that would squash him so much that he wouldn't be Daisuke anymore, merely a mindless slave wearing that body. Ken was cruel but not a sadist; he just did what he felt necessary. A psychologist would see Ken simply trying to foist off the pain he felt inside onto others. But it was deeper than that, far deeper, and far more pain than that.

Hikari trembled, it hurt, but that was so very good… Hikari hated blood, it was so very messy. And a razor would be dangerous, she didn't want to die, just release the pain. It was the pain that kept her sane, kept her evil at bay. She inserted the next pin and hissed gently at the pain. She was very good by now; she knew where all the major nerves were and just how much she could tweak them before passing out.

Now for the next pin. The demon within her fed gladly on the pain. Perfection came at such a high price sometimes…

Mimi clutched a picture to her chest, her breathing shallow and quick. Life was so fucking hard! Her parents didn't know of course, nobody did. Mimi was above all a perfect actor, or rather actress. But that aside nobody knew her, not in that way. Jyou did on some level. But that was it and even he didn't know. Mimi kept her relationships shallow for a reason. If you don't love it can't hurt, simple right? Oh sure she loved her parents but that's different, that's obligation.

But did it have to so hard? Yes, but in the end it was worth it, oh she cared for the digidestined but truly they didn't know her the same way they did each other. They all cared for her but she maintained the position of airhead well enough that she knew they didn't think there was more to her. Except Sora… Like Ken, she quickly squashed the though of forbidden love, Sora obviously was torn between Yamato and Tai, it was so clichéd but so true. Mimi looked at the tearstained picture of her and Sora, their arms around each other and shopping bags surrounding them. She remembered the buzz and electricity she had felt at Sora's touch...

Daisuke gently nuzzled Takeru's hair. So very soft… The two gently held each other, content to just feel the warmth and caring that they shared. Tk turned up to face Daisuke and flashed him a brilliant smile. The two did love each other, they complimented each other greatly and they were both content. Daisuke gently traced one finger down Takeru's chest and then tweaked a nipple. Tk squeaked and then turned over to get Daisuke back. The two wrestled for a bit and then collapsed on one another, their breath mingling between their faces, only to be smashed out of the way as their faces collided, lips interlocking and passion moving back and forth with intense force.

After going back up for air Takeru dragged Daisuke up onto the couch and the two just lay there, content in their love. If Sora had been there, she would have wept. To see the bond of love between the two, to see it's strength and depth, to see that it could become so profound. To see the two other shimmering cords stretching out to two other people. To know that love was not destined to be.

Sometimes, fate is very cruel…

Miyako pouted, she was damn good at it. It just wasn't fair! The digimon emperor just had to be one of the most eligible bachelors in her age group didn't it? It just had to be Ken Ichijouji, damn him. Why couldn't he have a normal hobby like other boys, like… Oh she didn't know. Miyako waved her hands around and ignored the strange sense in her that said something was happening to Hikari. Oh she knew what it was now, that extra feeling she got whenever Hikari was in danger. She didn't know why, oh sure she cared about her but she wasn't a lesbian was she?

Nonsense, I like boys, I like Ken, well not really anymore but he is hot… She ignored the fact that while the Kaiser was indeed attractive he was also fairly feminine. The fact that she didn't ever pay that sort of attention to boys, she always thought in the long term, she would marry someday, would have kids and liked boys above all. She was sure of it…

Sora was sure she knew what was right. She knew that Mimi liked her; she knew that Takeru and Daisuke were in love, and she had in fact cried over the fate for the two of them. She knew about Tai and Koushiro, knew about Hikari and her demons, knew about her and Miyako. She knew about all of them, even who Ken really was, on the inside. She knew all of their secrets, when you understood how a person loved and whom they loved and what, you understood all you really needed to. Love was passion, and to turn love on its back created hate. Sora could just as well have the crest of understanding.

But that didn't change her doubt, even after all this time she had doubt, what if she was wrong? She didn't have the crest of courage, she was love, love was fragile and quick to break, and it needed time to become the strongest it could be. She decided then and there, enough of the endless waiting. She raised the phone and dialed a lengthy number long since memorized. It rang once before Mimi picked it up.

Alternatively, fate can be very kind indeed.

Jyou gently drew another meaningless shape on his notes as he considered the problem at hand. Studying anatomy as a hobby kept him busy, and it would definitely come in handy when he went to medical school. He had accepted his destiny, and although he would probably never be comfortable around blood, he could learn to cope. Contentment would be worth it though.

Jyou looked at idly at the picture of Yamato on his desk. It was black and white but seemed to frame something so much deeper than a color photo could. It helped elevate the level of art that Jyou saw in Yamato's face, his eyes… They were beautiful eyes at that. Such a brilliant blue… Jyou smiled, that was something that could pass the time. He drew out a piece of paper and a pencil. He sat, staring at the picture for a few minutes and then put pencil to paper. He happily sketched for a time; the only sound in his room the measured breathing and the scratching of a pencil.

A common sound in the Ishida household was the scratching of a pencil and the measured beats of a foot thumping the floor. To accompany this was a soothing flow of humming melody. Yamato took song writing seriously, and actually found it very relaxing. He had songs for everything, songs he wrote when he was angry, happy, sad, horny… Those were pretty embarrassing and graphic. He knew for a fact Sora had read a couple, but she never mentioned them, she just gave him those knowing looks…

But then again, Sora would love to have everyone think she knew everything. Of course she probably did at this point… If it weren't for Sora Yamato didn't think he would believe in Woman's Intuition, but Sora had the craziest instincts… She'd caught Koushiro before he tried to suicide, got Tai to go for Kou. She helped Yamato find himself, who knew what other schemes she had her hands in. The thing wrong was her absolutely abysmal self-confidence; she needed some serious self-help seminar or something.

Yamato thought for while about nothing in particular. He was listening to some American music right now; English was such a kind language, fun to sing too.

"Oppression, you prey on us when we sleep-"

"Iori please stop playing that American hippy music, you know it makes me nervous." Iori sighed, there was nothing wrong with the music, but his mom had unpleasant memories of her trip to America in the 60's…

Iori flopped around on his bed, he was restless. Lately everyone had been acting so weird. Must be puberty or something. Iori shook his head, if that was growing up maybe he should just stay a kid, Iori wasn't good at mood swings. He turned over and stared at the ceiling. Life was good; he had friends his age and other older friends. He had his digimon and his D3. He was fine and life was good, right?

And lastly, sometimes fate throws very weird curve balls.

All of the 12 digidestined, including the Kaiser, with all their troubles and problems, soon fell prey to a deep slumber. In the digital world, two ultimate digimon, who had been hiding up until now, slept as well. A vengeful spirit, trapped within a man was given form, and it too slept. Lastly, but certainly not the least, a girl with immense potential fell to slumber as well.

And then they moved.

Gennai sighed, now he would have to meet with all their parents, and explain what had happened. One year, a year to solve whatever problems were in that world. He cursed and a tear of frustration slowly wove a trail down his cheek. He straightened up and pulled on his robes. He looked presentable now, except for the utter exhaustion on his face.

Damn you Sael, now I have to go talk to those parents of theirs…

"Well I guess we have our job, who do we attend to first?"

"Yeah right, I hate this."

"We can do it, we just have to gather the others, what do you think?"

"Right now Iori needs us the most, the whole sacrifice thing is going to get him killed obviously, and then we can have him meet Tai and Koushiro."

"Excellent, that's what we'll do then."

"Well well, let the games begin." Piedmon leaned back on his throne; this new, human, body was intriguing, as was this new world. "Once upon a time there were 8 digidestined, and they imprisoned the greatest of the Dark Masters in a fantastic battle. Then the last Dark Master was freed, and killed them all, the end."

A/N Confuse-erated (yes, that's my own word! I'm so dumb…)? I hope so, but if you think about it, some things are pretty obvious. The other chapters will be longer.