Title: Bad Food
Characters: Ken, Daisuke||Romance: Ken x Daisuke
Chapter Word Count: 1,017||Story Word Count: 1,017||Chapter Count: 1/9
Genre: Romance||Rated: G
Challenge: Diversity Writing, I11, 9-13 chapters; One Ship Boot Camp, #20, dizzy; Chapter Set Boot Camp, #7, 9 chapters; Advent 2016-2017, day #2, write about a character who is sick; DaiKen Week 2017
Notes: I suppose I could've done this without it being set in Kaiser-era...but when I sat down to write about it, that's what came to my mind and my fingers. Don't worry, there isn't any violence here. Just ... well, read it and find out?
Summary: The Digital World doesn't always react the way it should with humans. Or perhaps humans don't react the way they should to it. Either way, DAisuke ate something he shouldn't have and it's the Kaiser who will be taking care of him. Whether he wants to be taken care of or not.

Daisuke hunched up the best that he could in the vague hopes this would ease off the ache in his stomach. It did work, at least for a little while, and he thought maybe he could work his way to his feet and find the gate back home. Then he would take a very long nap and feel a lot better when he woke up.

And he wasn't ever going to eat anything in the Digital World that he couldn't personally identify, or have picked out by someone that he trusted, ever, ever again.

His plan on getting up and leaving didn't last all that long, only as long as it took for him to uncurl and try to get up. He wrapped himself around his knees again, shuddering, and bit his lip as a spray of sweat sprang across his forehead.

This is really not good. He needed to get up. Kaiser would be around sooner or later, or at least some of his slaves, which would probably be worse. He could at least talk to the Kaiser and get him to understand that it wouldn't be any fun at all to mess with him like he was and he, the Kaiser, should just take him to the nearest exit. The Digimon slaves wouldn't listen to anyone who wasn't the Kaiser and would either trample him underfoot or carry him off to the Kaiser.

It said something about how much his gut rejected that bit of food when he thought that would probably be the favorable outcome. He didn't want to be captured. He wanted to go home and wait for this stuff to work its way out of his system. But if he had to pick between being trampled and being captured, well… the Kaiser would at least want him to be healthy so he could do whatever it was he would do, right?

"Well, what's this?"

I didn't mean it. Really.

Daisuke hunched a bit more, hissing under his breath. "Get lost." For all that he would prefer being captured to being trampled, he would prefer not being captured to either one, and just seeing Kaiser there made his stomach hurt worse than before, mostly because he hated the sight of those eyes staring at him, especially with all of that smugness there.

"You should answer when someone talks to you," Kaiser said, reaching out to lift up Daisuke's head. He didn't often come this near to Daisuke without some kind of violence being involved, and if Daisuke had felt up to it, he would've jerked away at the very least.

Of course, if he'd felt up to it, he wouldn't have been here in the first place.

As soon as Kaiser could see his face, though, he frowned. "What's wrong with you?" He glanced down for a moment and spied the half-eaten fruit that looked like an apple, smelled like an orange, and tasted like a cross between the both of them, at least until it got into Daisuke's stomach and began to commit acts of evil.

Wormmon wriggled his way closer and sniffed at the fruit. Then he looked up at Kaiser. "This is good for Digimon, but not for humans, I think." He peeked around at Daisuke. "Didn't your partner say something to you about it?"

"He did." Daisuke groaned, grinding his teeth. "I didn't believe him." He would learn better next time. He also wasn't going to mention that V-mon was off getting the others. If Kaiser thought his partner would come barreling up at any moment, ready to fight, all the better.

Kaiser stared down at him for a moment or two before a sudden smirk lit his face. "If I just leave you here, that would be wrong."

"It wouldn't be the first wrong thing you've ever done," Daisuke grumbled. Today couldn't have been less of his day if someone had put effort into crafting it so. He wanted to see V-mon coming up, with the others with him. That would've turned it all around.

What he got was the Kaiser snapping his fingers and ordering the Digimon who responded to go find the Chosen and make certain they didn't get anywhere over here until he'd left.

"Look, just laugh at me and leave me here," Daisuke insisted as the enslaved Digimon marched off to make sure his rescue didn't come. He hated having to be rescued at all, but deep down he could sort of think about admitting that it was his own fault for grabbing for that fruit instead of listening to V-mon. But he'd been hungry and he hadn't wanted to wait until he could get back to everyone else.

"Oh, I would never do that!" Kaiser declared, bending down to scoop Daisuke into his arms. Daisuke knew his enemy was fast but he'd never understood how strong he was either.

Oddly enough he also thought that right now, Kaiser spoke the absolute truth. He wouldn't have left Daisuke here. Which wasn't what he wanted at all.

An AirDramon waited not that far away and Kaiser headed right there, Daisuke clinging to him. He would've struggled to get away. He wanted to struggle and get away. But he didn't think he could've done any of it without throwing up or even being able to stand on his own two feet, which would just make everything that much worse. He didn't even know if just waiting it out would work or if he'd need something else to fix himself.

He didn't think Kaiser would know either. Right now, his choices were limited, and as soon as he had one that would end up better than this, he'd take it.

Kaiser jumped up onto AirDramon's back, and Daisuke groaned at the movement, jamming his eyes together and his grip tightening.

"If you throw up on me, I'm going to make sure you stay long enough to do my laundry," Kaiser warned. Daisuke kept his eyes closed and ignored him, fighting just to keep his stomach under control. This was just not going to be fun for anyone.

To Be Continued

Notes: Daisuke. Kaiser. Bad times. A little fluff.