Prologue
He remembered the first time they had approached him.
It was during one of those ridiculous parties some of the higher class students at Tamachi threw at the end of the semester. Usually it was held in some big mansion at the edge of the city and half of the people who said they were going to turn up almost always got lost and if your parents didn't have enough digits in their income you didn't even merit an invitation. So Ken was surprised to find the fancy invite card in his locker. His parents insisted that he went, but it was obvious that he didn't want to go. He'd much rather spend his evening eating pizza and playing video games with Daisuke, but his parents acted as if he was going to a college seminar instead of a party filled with idiotic rich kids. Vain, conceited, nasty, and smug rich kids. He ended up going anyway. He figured he would hide out in a bathroom somewhere and leave after an hour. Anything was better than being surrounded in a room with people that only wanted to speak to him because he was the infamous Ken 'The Rocket' Ichijouji.
The party was being hosted by Gureru Supiāzu. Ken never spoke to him, but he was like a celebrity. His father was a CEO of some corporation that made cell phones, but it was no secret that Gureru, or Red, as some people referred to him, had no intention of following in his footsteps. Ken imagined he wanted to have a career making clothes or something equally ludicrous, considering how flamboyant Gureru was.
When Ken made his way to the party, he was surprised to be greeted by the cheerful red head, considering he never exchanged two words with him ever, and all thoughts about hiding in the bathroom were literally thrown out the window, because Gureru's entourage had no intention of leaving him alone. Ken's hand constantly had a cup in it because they kept forcing drinks into his hand, they bombarded him with small talk and other trivial things. Ken had never felt more harassed in his life, not even when he was out in public, because even then they left him alone after he smiled for them in front of a camera.
So, he really had no idea how he ended up here, sitting on a couch between an incredibly pretty girl with long brown hair and some cute faced blonde boy that looked about ready to bite his face off. The girl smiled sweetly at him and flirted shamelessly, and Ken couldn't figure out a way to fend himself from her advances. Miyako was one thing. This girl was something else. She was long eyelashes and black lipstick, she smelt like flowers and her hair looked soft, incredibly soft, and Ken didn't know what to do with himself. The only reason she was flirting was because he was famous, but if he wasn't the Child Prodigy everyone thought he was she wouldn't be looking twice.
The boy was cuter than he had any right to be. He had big hazel eyes and porcelain skin, but he was young. Too young. He couldn't be attending Tamachi at any rate. He looked about eight. We wore a frown on his face and studied Ken with scrutiny. Ken learned that his name was Aroisu Fausuto, and the girl was Hana Diadouji. He remembered them then. Aroisu's mother was a model and his father was currently in prison, Hana's mother was a famous actress. They were soon joined by Gureru, who seemed to be Hana's best friend, and Gureru's body guard, Arekkusu, who looked like he could be in their grade. Ken learned that he was. And finally some shy boy with freckles named Dekusutā joined them and Ken found he was moved away from the party into a private room upstairs and that's when things got ugly.
+X+
"We were debating drugging you, but we didn't want you to be too fucked up out of your mind to cooperate. Alcohol is a nasty bitch by itself, don't you think?" Hana smiled sweetly standing over Ken while he tried to free himself from his restraints.
"What do you want?" Ken demanded, wondering to himself just how he got into this mess.
"Nothing that's probably running through your pretty little head let me assure you," Hana smirked, "This is more like an introductory than anything else. We want to make sure you take us seriously, now don't we?"
"Don't play with your food Diadouji," Aroisu called from a chair, picking at his fingernails as if the whole conversation was boring him, "Just get on with it so we can all get the fuck home."
"Blow your mother," Hana barked before turning her eyes on her prey, "Oh, don't look at me like your world just turned into a broken biscuit. We're not going to hurt you. We're just going to get our message across and send you on your merry way."
"What is it then?" Ken growled, "Why do you want me to take you seriously?"
"Well, not you, per se," Hana rolled her eyes, "Your little friends are more of a trying matter, you're too important to mess with."
"What do you want with them!" Ken was furiously trying to get out of his bounds, "I swear if you try to hurt them I'll-"
"You'll what?" Aroisu growled and Gureru started laughing, "What a brave little prince! Rushing to the rescue! Ooh! I can just die of laughter!"
Hana caught Ken's chin with her hand and forced him to meet her eyes.
"I'm only saying this once Ichijouji, so you better listen up," She remained smiling, "Tell your pathetic friends that when we see them, there will be no mercy, and if they so much as slip up and we catch them, we'll take the chance to blow them away. So they better take us seriously, because we don't play nice."
She let go of him then, and had the shy boy release his bonds, "Oh, and this one is just from me," She began when she forced him to the door back outside to the party, "The offer is open if you want to consider joining us. I can see that you're still in there, Digimon Emperor."
And the door was slammed shut into his face, and Ken wondered what sort of mess they were all in now.
