Hi people! Okay, so I finally have something posted. It's my first one up here, so please be nice to me. Actually, forget that. Just be honest. I can handle it. …I hope. Either way, thanks for reading this. Here it is. Me and my crap!

You never were good enough to be one of them.

"Shut up."

You know it's true. You're not like them. They're pure. You're tainted. They could never accept you.

Ken shook his head angrily. "Shut up!"

I can't, the voice replied. I can't shut up. I've been quiet for so long. Do you know how much of a relief it is to have a voice again? I really missed it. Not being able to talk with you…

"To lie to me, you mean."

Not true. You're the only one who lies to you. You and that Child of Courage and Friendship. You both believe you're something better than you really are.

"Davis thinks I'm something better than what I am," Ken argued. "I just know what I'm not. I've done horrible things, but I'm not as bad as you want me to believe."

But you are. You're even worse than what I'm telling you. Before Ken could say anything, the voice continued, How would you know otherwise? How much do you actually remember? You don't even know all of what you did, so don't try to argue with me over whether or not you're an abhorrent monster.

"You're right, I don't remember everything I've done. But that doesn't matter. What I did in the past doesn't change the fact that I'm not that person anymore."

On the inside you are. Just admit it. In your heart, you still haven't stopped being the Digimon Emperor. You even dream about it.

Ken winced at the accusation. He did still see himself as the Emperor, but only in his nightmares.

How do you know they're nightmares? Just like everything else, you can't even remember those. For all you know, the only reason you wake up in fear is because you were defeated. Again.

"That is possibly one of the most absurd things I have ever heard," Ken muttered, glancing back over the area around him. He was alone on the beach, with only the voice in his head for company. He wasn't sure if he would have preferred being completely alone. The voice was nowhere near good company, but the being alone again in this particular place would surely drive him mad.

Regardless, the voice announced suddenly, returning to the initial conversation, you're still not good enough. You never were, and you never will be. You're tainted, they're pure, and you'd destroy their group. End of story. With that, the voice was gone.

Ken sighed and turned his eyes to the black waters of the ocean. The waves gently lapped at the sand, slowly pulling away the beach. A little more with each passing wave. The wind had died down again, but the waves were still coming, still working their careful destruction. Given enough time, the waters would eventually wear away the entire shoreline. They'd move on to the rocks jutting out of the sand, ultimately eating away the entire island.

Ken stepped closer to the ocean, stopping just out of the water's reach, and watched as tiny grains of sand were carried away.

He was completely alone in the world. The voice had finally left him. He hadn't doubted that it would, it always did, eventually. It would come when he was alone and bombard him with accusations of everything he had ever done wrong. Then, after it had covered the multitude of his sins, it would vanish, leaving him to his thoughts.

You can't say he's entirely wrong, the boy mused. I know I'm not the Digimon Emperor, and I never want to become that person again. But the voice had been right about him being tainted. None of the other digidestined had ever done anything that could even come close to measuring up to what he had done. None of them had ever been as cruel, or caused as much pain as he had. None of them had killed just for the sake of killing. None of them had given in to the darkness inside of them. It was quite likely that none of them even had any darkness inside themselves.

The wind was back, and it had blown the waves into a furry. A storm was coming, but Ken didn't move to escape it. There was no point. He had no where to go, not on this island. Instead, he simply watched the waves come up and grab at his ankles, trying to pull him into the ocean. The wind tried to help, blowing at him from all sides, trying to force him into the dark waters, and he offered little resistance. Within seconds, the boy was knee deep in the beckoning black, and moving forward.

Well, how was it? You like? You hate? Should I just give up now? Read & Review. I finally get to say that!

Oh yeah. One more thing. HI!!!! THANKS FOR READING!!! (I feel so corny.)