Title: Sporalysis

Disclaimer: I don't own anything... There I said it.

Note: I realize that it's bad. I don't exactly know where I'm going with it, and from the looks of it, I don't really like where it's going either. It's bad, but maybe I just need to get on with the other chapters. I know Davis getting a girlfriend is so... ... Lame... And I might change it in the future... Yeah... Maybe... *rolls eyes and shoves a knife in her forehead*

Oh yeah, I don't use their Japanese names (and puhlease save me those comments, I know what they are) and I don't want to use them. Kay? Have fun reading this pile of crap, will ya?

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Ken stared at his watch with violet eyes half lidded. The second hand passed the minute hand, as it had done fifteen times before. Every soft tick brought the sun creeping down the horizon, its shape being deformed by the tall buildings that lay off in the distance.

Every moment reminded the adolescent boy that things had been distorted. That his stomach would be left empty, as it had been for the past three days, and that his hair would remain uncombed, as it had for the past two. He noticed, sadly, that his trips to see the other Digidestined would not be as frequent as before, and that, perhaps, he had been forgotten once again.

It had been four long years since Ken and his friends had saved both the digital world and the real world from chaos. He was happy for the first time in so long. Davis and himself had hung out for much of the four years; however, high school did split their levels rather harshly.

The hour hand glided to the big black seven, and Ken released a heavy sigh. Another day was about the pass, and yet another would take its place, a Monday nonetheless. Ken hated them just as much as anybody else. It meant passed in homework from the weekend, and chattering people discussing of their affairs over the two rejoiced days. It was nothing he ever enjoyed.

Honors classes couldn't even hold up Ken's level of intelligence anymore. He was respectively placed in a small classroom all day, with a few others, and was taught college classes, even though he was nothing but a sophomore in high school. It had surprised everybody that for several years he had slipped in his education, but all of a sudden was able to concentrate so viciously on his studies once again.

The boy rolled onto back and traced a pale, shaking hand across the white ceiling. His bunk was high enough to do so, and it made him feel rather secluded from everything. The darkening light from outside barely touched the floor of his room, as he had realized the second hand passing the minute hand again on his small dark watch. He had lost count, but he guessed he had been lying there for over three hours.

A knock filled Ken's room without warning; his nerves were rather shaken at the sudden sound, but were soon cooled. He moved his head to the side, and watched as the door was opened slightly, the light from the hallway filling the monotone room. His mother, brown hair curled and a worried smile on her face, came peering in. "Ken, honey, it's time for dinner."

Ken rolled his head back to stare aimlessly at the ceiling. The very thought of food made him nauseous, and everything seemed to shoot back to what he was thinking before hand. "No… Mom… I'm not hungry." He muttered with thin words.

"But Ken…" The mother pleaded softly. She knew, however, that the boy would not move an inch even if she tried to persuade him more, so she just closed the door and left him to be.

The dark haired boy shut his eyes tight, as if it would erase everything he was thinking, but it didn't. Those amethyst orbs began to open again as he realized that nothing was going to change. He didn't have the power to do anything about it, let alone the power to do much of anything at that moment.

Ken figured he had been replaying the whole conversation within his head for the past three weeks. Every time his mind recalled the words, he felt thrown deeper into the pit of darkness he had started to create for himself. Every time he felt himself drift farther from his friends. Every time he felt himself grow more intimidated by everything that even stirred around him.

"We need to hang out sometime, Ken. It's been awhile," Davis's voice called from miles away. Ken never liked the phone, but hearing his best friend's voice changed his dislike for the piece of technology. "I've just been busy with soccer and school and all that. High school sure is hard!" A small chuckle had transferred through the phone after the soft words. "Oh… OH! Guess what!"

Ken could remember twirling his finger around the phone cord and mindlessly asking, "What?" He was amused, and a giant grin had hostage of his lips. The boy had barely spoken a word, but he never really had a problem with that. He figured he would have bored Davis to death with how his life was going.

"There's this really nice girl at school, and I think she likes me!" The goggle boy must have almost dropped the phone with excitement, because there was a shuffle on the other end before he continued. "TK said I should just ask her out. Do you think I should? I mean, TK is just probably saying it because he wants me to get rejected or something. He's such an ass sometimes."

The silent boy had traveled half way across his living room before he could find the words to reply with. The swear kind of had him off guard. Davis was starting to change, and Ken couldn't keep an eye on him like he used to. "Well, yeah… I guess. If you think she likes you…" He let his voice drop off as he rubbed an eye nervously. He began to wish more and more that they went to the same school together.

Davis had let out a satisfied chuckle, "You always talk sense, Ken." There was a small disturbance in the background. Ken figured he had sat down on something, "Let's hang out on Friday. I'll take the bus to your house, 'kay? We should take a visit to see Veemon and them."

Of course now Ken regretted even agreeing with the boy. "Okay, I'll make sure to be home." As if he had anything important to do. He didn't have soccer after school, and he didn't need to be tutored. His schedule was always free.

Davis probably knew this too, but let out a happy chuckle anyways. "Alright then. I'll see ya on Friday!"

"Right," Ken muttered, that same smile upon his face.

"Don't let the homework eat ya! Bye!" With that, the other end was cut off with that disappointing click.

"Bye…" the boy that lay in the dark spoke out loud. His own voice frightened him, and he had to grasp to his own clothing to keep himself calm.

Davis never did show up that day. Ken had figured that maybe he had more important things to do, which he would have understood. The boy wasn't a very important aspect of anybodies life, but it had been three weeks since the conversation, and he hadn't even received a reason for why Davis never attended.

That familiar but distance sound hummed into Ken's ear like an annoying buzzer. He rolled onto his and stared blankly at the dark shadows upon his wall. There was no color when he turned his back, and not even the soft purples from the evening sky could creep up to his body now.

A different sound came to his ears, and it seemed to gain volume after every jumping second. Ken kept a cautious eye on his watch, even though the numbers and hands were barely visible in the dark cavern. It had been 8:40 and 40 seconds when the door creaked open, his mother standing at it's opening with the small cordless in her hand. "Ken?"

The boy didn't respond. He never liked the phone, as stated earlier, and he had been finding that the reporters were slowly starting to take back interest into him. If it wasn't a reporter, it was colleges, asking for him to take their scholarships and give them a good name. Well, minus the last part, but Ken knew that there was an intention for such a thing.

"… Oh, I'm sorry Davis, dear. I think he's sleeping," the mother replied into the phone. She began to pull the door shut when she finally purged a whimper from Ken.

There was a surge of self-loathing when Ken had moaned the words, "No mom, I'm awake. Give me the phone…" He felt so annoyingly reliant on the boy that obviously had more of a life than himself. His mother walked over and placed the phone into Ken's awaiting hand and quickly left the room. "Hello." Ken noticed that his voice was rather annoyed, but it was probably because of his own problems.

"Heyo Ken!" Davis cried happily. It dared to bring a smile to Ken's lips.

"Hi," the dark-haired boy greeted again.

"Ugh, dude, I'm soooo sorry that I didn't make it last week… Or was it the week before? Oh, whatever. It's just that I've been REALLLYYYY busy! I mean it! I wouldn't leave you hanging for no reason, buddy!" The goggle boy sounded just as ignorant as ever.

Ken had let out a sigh before he said anything, "It's okay, Davis."

A strange sound came from the other line before the good old Davis returned. "Gimme a break, man. I went to the Digital World a few days ago with the others…"

Ken felt his grip on the phone tighten as he let a single word hiss through his teeth, "Really?"

"Er, yeah," Davis muttered, obviously not catching his own mistake. "Wormmon said that you hadn't been to visit since the last time all of us went. That was like, six months ago! He's worried about you. You don't need to wait for us you know."

Those violet eyes seemed to dampen in the dark cove of his bunk. Davis had exaggerated with the time, but it still had been a long time. He always used to go to the Digital world by himself, but now he just didn't feel like going alone. It made him feel small that none of them even bothered to contact him. "I know… Maybe I'll go tomorrow."

"Hah, good. I'd go with you but I'm busy for the next couple of days. I have a soccer game tomorrow, and then I have plans with Aya…" A girl's voice trailed through the phone line, but it was rather loud and snobby to be the lady Davis had just mentioned. "OKAY JUNE. Ugh, I gotta go Ken. I mean, she's old enough to have her own phone… AND OWN APARTMENT!" Davis shouted as the sound of glass shattering cried out in the background. "I'll call ya sometime soon. Make sure you say hi to Veemon for me!"

Click…

The boy let the phone drop from his hand and roll down onto the soft comfort of the bed. He didn't feel like sleeping, nor did he feel like thinking. Who was Aya? Was she the girl Davis had been talking about before? Why…

"Why didn't anybody…" Ken brought himself to sit up, his head just grazing the ceiling of his small room. He hopped off the bunk and walked wearily to the computer that sat on a quaint wooden desk. Peering at his watch he saw that it was only 8:45 and 40 seconds. Ken frowned as he picked up his digivice and shook his computer awake. With a flash of light, the boy was gone from his room and was jolted into a whole new reality.

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Ken sat in the world, his head hung in the pouring rain, as he slowly noticed that his clothing was becoming increasingly wet. The Digital World never really feels real at first. It is an odd sensation. His body was nothing but living data in this world, a world that can just reconfigure itself to keep itself constant. That very fact always hits a Digidestined when they arrive to the Digital World… And even running a curious hand through blades of grass seems a little more meaningful than before.

The lonely boy raised his head against the downfall. It would have figured that it would rain when he came. The darkness mirrored the real world, and Ken had to squint just to see the dark numbers on his watch. He didn't know why he was looking at it so often this day. Maybe it was a way for him to calculate how long he had felt alone. That with every passing minute, nothing seemed to get better.

As thick drops of water covered the glass surface of the chronicle device, the boy noticed that there was something not quite right. The hands seemed to have stopped, or maybe they were reversing, or slowing, or…

Ken was too frustrated to care. He unlatched the small device from his left wrist and threw it yards away. He was tired of feeling that he had some kind of control over the day. It was just a bunch of senseless dreams that he was too anxious about to actually voice out.

For instance, maybe, one day at six o' clock all of Ken's friends would come to his house for dinner. Or that at twelve o' clock on a weekend Davis and him would kick a soccer ball around. Even a seven thirty rise to school, smile plastered on his face all day long, was far too much into the dream world that was always in the back of his head.

The wandering rain clouds drifted over the digital moon, its clean surface being covered by the menacing fluffs of precipitation. It was hard to believe that the rain started to fall harder. Like little knives, puncturing every inch of Ken's shaking form in a feverish dance of proclaimed sorrow. A stinging sensation came to his eyes as things began to come into a sharper light, but bit his lip to cool down his oncoming emotions.

Ken muttered soft words to himself; nothing of kindness, like his symbol suggested, however. He had been sitting there for over a half hour, and it amazed even him that time dared to fly past him so quickly. Wormmon hadn't showed up yet, and he hadn't the strength to let himself rise onto the withering sticks he called his legs.

"They're… They're all busy, you stupid boy…" Ken's violet eyes closed against both his voice and the harsh wind that had started up. The forest's leaves that lay to his side rustled in the wind, like a depressing flute played by a dying man. "They'd rather… Live without you. They had you around for long enough… Long… Enough…" He wrapped one arm around his legs and let the other play lazily in the grassy mud next to him.

The dark-haired boy sat in waiting for what seemed like hours in the constant rain. It was like he had his own little rain cloud of his shoulder. He shivered silently, and tried with all his might to stay grounded to his spot.

Wormmon wouldn't have forgotten about him too, would he? His best friend. His partner. "Wormmon…" Ken stuttered through chattering teeth. His long legs pushed from under him, and before he knew it he was onto his feet. He looked around aimlessly, the rain had created little puddles about his body, and already the depressed area of where he sat was being flooded.

There was something strange, however. Ken leaned in over the crater, and saw something of particular interest. A word, or sound one would say, was written in the soft mud of the ground.

"Heh."

Ken looked at his hands, his right index finger having been covered nearly an inch up with soil. It had gotten under his fingernail, and he couldn't help but be a little concerned. He didn't remember writing anything in the ground.

The boy walked backwards, but found himself stumbling over his own feet. He regained balance and treaded off to nearest TV. The rain still hovered about him, and the darkness made it nearly impossible to see the small glowing screen of the digital contraption.

He decided he wasn't coming back to the Digital World for a while…

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Wormmon and his friend Veemon traveled down the rain flooded road, their voices silent, and their ears listening to the soft music the digital nature provided them. Wormmon spoke in a low voice, as if he spoke any louder, the whole dark scene would be disrupted, "I'm sure Ken was this way. I felt him. I feel bad that it's taking us…"

Veemon stopped the green digimon in his tracks and sniffed the air nervously, "It's not our fault we had to crawl over mud piles to find 'im. I'm sure he's still here. I can smell 'im now."

The smaller and slower monster groaned softly. "Yeah… Thanks for coming with me," the worm muttered, rather regretfully. "I've just been so worried."

"Ahhh, don't worry. If Davis didn't come to visit me almost every week, I'd be worried too!" Veemon explained, trying to sympathize with his smaller friend. Both the monsters began to walk again, if not a little faster than they had been before. The blue-bodied creature tried to keep at a comfortable pace for Wormmon, for the insect like monster could only go so fast.

"Why didn't Ken come with the others?" the worm breathed, trying to keep up with his two-legged friend.

"I don't know. Davis said that he didn't want to come… Or something along those lines. I don't see why he wouldn't want to come though," Veemon explained.

Wormmon had stopped nearly ten feet away before Veemon finally took notice. He stopped short in the mud, and slid around to try to see what his friend was doing. The worm hopped over and handed the blue monster a small device. It was Ken's watch. "He was here… He was waiting… Something's not right Veemon. I want to see him!"

"I'll talk to Davis about it," Veemon said, patting the digimon on the shoulder and looking off into dark forest that lay next to them both.

Davis wasn't telling the truth, was he?