Disclaimer- I own no digimon things. Truly!
WARNINGS-Masochism, sadism, sex, death, angst,
flufferrificness and heterosexually challenged characters (that means gay).
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.