He remembered it, sometimes. The strange world of digimon.
He thought it to be his playground, his personal dominion.
In hindsight, he shouldn't have read horror from such a young age. Reading about serial killers before he was eleven affected him, clearly.
Not that he will regret it-it was all he had remaining of the father he barely remembered.
only years later, did he realize that he was reenacting the stories read, when he was the Digimon Kaiser, with the digidestined as the investigators that search for the mad, brilliant killer hiding among them. Killer...he never really realized what it meant, until it was too late.
and when they came and saved him. Saved him from himself, how did he repay? with lies and half-truths... With a false name and fake lifestory, a tale about a brother he never had.
he was still hiding, still playing a role.
not even Daisuke knew just how good of an actor he was, could be...
and wormmon... he once missed his friend after the later disappeared, but the Digidestined were chosen CHILDREN, and he grew up... became adult.
Probably for the better. Wormmon looked so similar the Centipedes...a meeting would have ended badly now.
He wondered what dear, saintly Hikari would have thought about him now... about what he became... would Daisuke still be annoyingly friendly? Would he have stuck to him? Would he have died? He wondered if Miyako would have still wanted to marry him, if she saw the monster he was now.
he didn't remember any of the other kids showing anything strange with the way they ate, but such things could be faked. He wandered if Gennai ever had a Chosen Child with what he suffered from now-chronic case of inhumanity.
part of him was glad-that they would never find him, never see the adult he became. The world of Digimon was light and laughter more often than not, despite all the pains the suffered through their adventures. a world fitting for children.
He no longer belonged there. He did well, disappearing as the group started turning 17.
The world of ghouls was darkness and violence, hiding, pretending and afraid every day to be discovered, as the hunger for the flesh of other people gnaw at the mind.
Ken shuddered, and closed his eyes, not turning back as he took the train out of Tokyo. This place did not need neither Ichijouji nor Kaneki.
A small snip that was inspired by having two Japanese dark haired anti-heroes named Ken.