Legal Disclaimer: I do not stake claim on neither Digimon nor its characters.
Warnings: Possible Out of Character-ness and changes to original plot line.
Excuse: I have not watched Digimon in some odd two years and (most) everything is based off a poor memory.

Note(s): I'm not sure of the validity of an eleven year old's love, thus the ages have been bumped up by four years. Meaning Daisuke/Ken would be the age of fifteen and Taichi would be eighteen. If that is an issue for anyone, then I apologize. Also, I've always had a thing for kids younger than I am saving the world >P
Thank you for taking the time to read this story; it is truly appreciated beyond words.
Date: 5.17.06

Touched by Darkness

Prologue

"V-Head Butt!"

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

"Gold Rush!"

None of this was supposed to happen.

"Tempest Wing!"

Nothing, absolutely nothing, had gone according to plan.

"Rosetta Stone!"

Everything had just gone horribly wrong.

"Star Shower!"

And now, it seemed as if there was no way to fix this.

"Pepper Breath!"

Yagami Taichi's muddy eyes glanced for merely a second to see his loyal digimon passionately participating in their losing battle. His gaze strayed to see the digimon counterparts of the newest Digidestined swatted at like flies. Though, he was hardly torn between supporting the Digidestined warriors and staying exactly where he was.

"Davis… Come on Davis…" Strained with uncertain yet retained emotions, the brunette stared down at the prone body that lay before him. "Snap out of it." He was kneeling to the ground, the Digital World and all its majesty surrounding him. Its beauty however, went unappreciated, for Taichi would have none of it. Not now. Not when there were many more important matters at hand.

Hesitant fingers tenderly caressed the younger boy's face, caked lightly with dirt. "Come on Davis… We need you."

And yet the boy with cinnamon eyes and burgundy tresses remained as he was, unmoving and cold to the touch. Oblivious was he to those soft words and gentle touches, even more so to the battle currently being fought by the Digidestined. His friends.

Motomiya Daisuke was stripped of the vibrant life he was known for; so easily had the fire in molten orbs fled, replaced by dull, dirty glass. His breaths were shallow and his mind numb. Shadows played mockingly across his apathetic features, as if attempting to mimic life. His consciousness had faded and relinquished their hold on the boy, leaving the soccer player to wander in the darkness of his memories.

"Davis I…"

With his senses blanketed by the overwhelming and heated embrace of darkness, Daisuke had little choice but to allow himself to fall further into the deepest recesses of his mind. All else and all other options had become lost to him; he could not even hear the pained cries of his teammates, much less move to assist them.

With but one simple mistake this had all unraveled. The single most idiotic mistake of Motomiya Daisuke's life had instigated the mayhem and destruction now gracing the Digital World, as well as threatening the human realm. Though what simple mistake could have held the consequence to unleash such horrors?

"I need you…"

Motomiya Daisuke had sealed this promise of devastation with smiling lips, kind words, and his hand outstretched in naïve innocence.

Motomiya Daisuke mistake was simple; he had made friends with the enemy. The Kaiser, Ichijouji Ken.


End Prologue

.:Darkness lives on:.