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Fandom: Digimon Frontier
Title: Dark Whispers
Characters: Kouichi, Duskmon
Word Count: 500||Status: One-shot
Genre: Angst||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Digimon Flash Bingo; prompt #198, spirit of darkness
Summary: [one-shot, Digimon Flash Bingo, #198, spirit of darkness, Kouichi] Kouichi wants something. Duskmon is the one to offer it to him.
Kouichi. Kouichi. Kouichi.
Was that him? He couldn't remember. He floated in the shadows, eyes closed. Even if he'd opened them, he knew he would've seen only darkness, wrapped close and tight around him, keeping him safe.
Darkness would always keep him safe. Darkness understood him and he understood it.
Kouichi.
Images flickered through his mind. Was that him? It looked like him. But different. The hair was longer, the eyes more remote.
No, this wasn't him. This was…this was…
Light enfolded itself around the other, and he knew who this was: the Warrior of Light. His enemy. His opposite. The other, the one that had everything that he had, who ignored him and those he loved, who reveled in all of the luxuries that he had.
A fine home, when he and his mother lived in an apartment scarcely large enough for one, let alone two or three.
A father, when he couldn't even remember ever having seen the man's face.
A new mother, a mother who didn't have to work herself to death every day.
So many things that the other had, and even now he had something else that the dark-shrouded boy wanted: friends. The other Warriors, Fire and Wind and Thunder and Ice and he wanted that too.
He twitched. He wanted. He ached. He needed.
You can have it all. You just have to take it from him.
He didn't know this voice. He didn't care. He wanted to hear more of what it had to say.
"What do you mean?" His fingers twitched. What could it mean? What would he have to do to have what he wanted?
As I said. Take it from him. Make it your own. He is light. You are darkness. You know this.
He hadn't, until the words were spoken, but it was true. He could feel it in every part of himself. Days when the shadows whispered to him, telling him who he could trust and who he couldn't –he could trust no one, only this voice that called to him, told him what he needed to know –, guided him through areas where others would've been in danger, where he walked in safety, for the darkness would let no harm come to their chosen one.
He takes what he has for granted. Take it from him. Make him regret it. Make him suffer.
A warrior of dark armor stood before him, staring at him with more eyes than any being should ever have. One hand reached for him.
I am Duskmon, Spirit of Darkness.
Kouichi reached out. He wanted this power, wanted it as he did air and food. He wanted to find the Warrior of Light, the one who had it all and who had ignored him, who he'd been so close to touching and the other ignored him, turned away from him, didn't even look at him.
He would have his revenge. Even if it cost a life.
Even if it cost his brother's life.
The End
