Finally got this plot bunny down, yay! Anyway, written for the Novel with Prompts challenge on the DFC, so this may not go exactly as planned.
There were many reasons for his failure. Actually, a lot more excuses than actual reasons. And they all had to do with those kids that he always ran into.
Avoiding them really isn't a possibility; everywhere he caused trouble, they ran there. Trying to be heroes in a world designed for him.
But it really made everything a bit more interesting. The plans he had to make up, the Digimon he had to pick – it was far more entertaining than those extremely long math problems everyone thought he loved.
Though, he really didn't have a plan for this attack. Following a simple formula really wouldn't help, they'll just figure it out quicker. They seem to do that a lot now, even with his more elaborate plans.
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Kouichi couldn't really tell what he was doing at the moment, but he was pretty sure that he wasn't sleeping.
The area was this rouge red color with occasional grey mist clouds. It kind of reminded him of that final battle with Lucemon.
He shuddered at this. Why remember that now? That was the little demon that swallowed him up, the one who forced him to do bad…
But there wasn't anything else to think of. He didn't know the group well enough to think of good times with them. Sure, they were funny, but it seemed like they only talked to him because of his relationship to Kouji. And even his brother didn't hang out with him much.
Which kind of explained why he was so vulnerable in the first place. He wasn't much more than an afterthought, remembered only when he did something good. After all, people leave when it's dark, but stay when it's light.
There really wasn't any reason he wouldn't be chosen. Darkness is normally associated with evil and other things of that notion. Of course people would freak out when they see him.
Oh great, I'm thinking about it again. But there wasn't any way to stop his mind from thinking about how useless he is. Even happy thoughts lead to the whole mind control thing.
Really, Kouichi was useless. He couldn't even help the group! Sacrificing barely helped, and what did he do for half of their adventure? Make their lives harder, that's what. Duskmon was a creature they feared, a creature they resented. It was a miracle that they accepted him into the group.
But still, they could be liars. He doesn't know for sure, but he actually doesn't know anyone well enough. He doesn't know what ticks them off or what makes them happy. All that he knows is that they're a group of kids that were once his enemy and now accepted him into their group. No strings attached, it seems. But there should be a reason.
They were probably glad when I was gone… It was then it hit him. This was Hell, and he's making up for all his sins.
That explains the coloration and why his guilt was amplified. It explained pretty much everything except for this: why hasn't any type of demon appeared?
Maybe his suspicions were wrong and he is wandering through his conscious at the moment. Another cause for amplified guilt.
Wasn't he knocked out when he fell? That could explain the reason why he was even in here, or why he has so much time to think.
Though it didn't explain the sudden darkness that came upon him. Yes, greyish mist clouds came and went, but not complete darkness.
Maybe he casted this on himself. Kouichi was unsure if there were any side-effects that came with his spirit. Plus, there should be a reason for the Spirit of Darkness to sync up with him. Maybe this is why.
He was about to turn away when a hole opened up. He could barely make it out since it was black as well, but there it was. There was no mistaking that silver lining.
Kouichi reached out to touch it. More out of curiosity rather than fear. The area where his hand was became the silver color that made the hole known.
It was definitely a portal to some place, but he just couldn't figure out where it led to – puzzles were never a strong point for him.
But there wasn't any point in stopping now. Kouichi continued to press the circle, revealing more silver spots until he finally got rid of the black completely.
Wrong move. The light shone on him, blinding to the point where he couldn't even see his own hand, which he had placed in front of face. It was a natural instinct, but one that didn't do much help.
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There was grass.
It kind of surprised Kouichi that he'd land in grass. If this was the real world, then why would he be in grass? He was supposed to be at a train station…
He rolled over and brushed his blue hair out of his face. There wasn't anyone with him, so there was no way he could've ended up in the hospital – they'd have to watch him until he gets better.
But none of his theories explained why there was grass. Or why he was alone. Even if he was perfectly fine and was released from the hospital – which he has no idea if he even went there in the first place – he would have woken up in bed, not in grass. And someone would watch him, right?
Kouichi started to stand up. There wasn't any point in lying down anymore. But as he did, something caught his eye.
The animals looked like horses, but there were bits of shiny grey metal on them. And they didn't really look like the average horse with those purple spots.
The only name Kouichi could give them were Centarumon, since they did look so much like those creatures, but they were in the Digital World. And Kouichi wasn't sure if the Digital World was real or a myth.
But even if the Digital World was real, the one he saw was in shambles, so why this one was all lush and green?
It was definitely his imagination going wild. Nothing else could describe it.
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Ken smirked as he watched what was going on from afar. The plan was working perfectly – none of those 'heroes' stood in his way. No more failure, only the glory he thought was his.
Though, there was one thing that irked him. That blue blur that was in the midst of the Centarumon's rampage. The blur wasn't making any move to get rid of the dark rings on the horse-like Digimon, but it could still be a threat.
Unless… A plan started to form in Ken's mind. If the blur had zero idea that what was going on was bad, then there was a way that it could be of use to Ken.
He readied his whip and jumped down from the ledge, right in front of the herd. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but then again, they shouldn't run over him.
They did stop, making sure that there was at least six inches between them. Though, if it was done in fear of the whip, it wouldn't do much help.
Ken had to wait a bit for the pathetic partner to catch up with him. It was a waste to wait for him, but the silk thread he could spew would come in handy just in case the blur decided to resist.
As he made his way closer to the area with the blur, Ken realized that it was a person who was trying to avoid being hit, instead of a champion level Digimon like he had hoped.
"Who are you?" Ken asked rudely. The person – who turned out to be a boy – simply turned around to face the speaker.
Ken took a step back in shock. The boy looked a lot like his deceased brother. The only thing that prevented Ken to think that the boy was his brother was the fact that his clothes were different and he wasn't wearing glasses.
The boy shifted his gaze to Wormmon, looking a bit stressed out as he did so. "So I am in the Digital World…" he said.
He knows about the Digital World? But that's impossible! But even though the fact that the boy heard of the Digital World surprised Ken, he couldn't stop his mind from making a new a plan. A new plan that would surely help.
No more failure, no more excuses. Just him and world domination. And that alone was enough to please Ken.
"Come with me. You'll be of help."