Silver Savior
Author: Xia Feng
Part 1
Author's Notes:
Since I didn't like the last episode of 02, I've changed it so only the
digidestined have digimon. Not everyone.
Warnings: Uh...
themes that I wouldn't suggest anyone under 13 reading unless they are mature
enough to know the difference between reality and fantasy. ^_^ PG 13 for
language too. Not much, but hey. Tis better to be safe than sorry. Not
Daiken/Kensuke yet, but there will be later on!
Disclaimers: I
don't own the characters. I'm just borrowing them for a while. ^_^
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"Hey Ken! Over here!"
The raven-haired boy looked around
the crowded McDonalds, searching for the goggle-headed boy and company that he
was supposed to meet. Spotting them, he headed over and took a seat.
"Hi Ken," Miyako greeted.
Ken smiled and replied, "Hello."
"Aren't you dying in
that?" Takeru asked, indicating the boy's loose sweatshirt and jeans.
Everyone else had on t-shirts and shorts.
"Oh, this? No," Ken
answered.
"It's like, 90 degreesh out!
Isn't that right Daishuke?" the little blue digimon asked his partner.
"Yeah Chibimon," Daisuke
said between bites, while glaring at his brown-haired crush flirting with his
all time rival. Trying to ignore them he asked, "Aren't cha hungry
Ken?"
"No," Ken said as he stood.
"I'll be right back."
Once the raven-haired boy reached
the bathrooms, he checked the stalls, making sure no one was there before
locking the door. He went over to the sink and pulled out a silver object that
he kept in his pocket. He flipped out the blade, forming a knife. His eyes
glittered as his finger ran over the smooth surface, and ended up knicking his
finger.
Ken pulled up his sleeve, revealing
many scars from his continual cutting. He knew that it was a very bad habit,
but he needed to do it; needed the pain. The raven-haired boy discovered a
while ago that this new... hobby... was a sort of pain relief. 'How ironic,' he
thought to himself. The physical pain relieved the emotional pain that plagued
him constantly.
The raven-haired boy brought the
shining blade down to his pale wrist, wincing as he slowly dragged it accross,
not quite cutting the vein. He intently watched the crimson blood flowing
elegantly down his arm and dripping into the sink.
The reason he was in here suddenly
floated back into his mind. 'Damn bitch. Can't she see that she's hurting
Daisuke? Damn BITCH!' Ken savagely sliced his arm, going a little deeper than
he intended and he barely contained a cry of pain.
The former Kaiser jumped slightly
when he heard some knocking on the door. "Ken! Are you in there? Are you
ok?"
'Shit,' Ken thought as he grabbed a
few paper towels and pressed down on his self-induced cuts. The blood-flow
slowed to a minium, so he quickly rinsed his blood covered arm off, and dryed
it off.
Ken unlocked the door and came
face-to-face with a worried looking Daisuke. He stepped out, closing the door
behind him and smiled. "I'm fine Daisuke! Don't worry!"
Not quite believing him, Daisuke put
on his cheery face as they reached the table, "We were thinking about
heading to the park! You in?
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Author's Notes:
Ok, so on a scale of 1 to 10, what do you think of it? Bad, bad Ken. Bad, bad,
BAD Hikari. R/R! Please?
