Hi everyone! This is my first time doing a Digimon fan fic so take it easy on me. As I stated before this story will have BoyxBoy but I will post a warning with each chapter. Hope you all enjoy this story and future chapters to come. Warning: Story includes boyxboy, swearing, bloody violence (in later chapters) mentions of past abuse and ratings may be turned up at a later time. Hope you all have a great day wherever you are =)

Adults always tell their children that their are no such thing as monsters: There's no such thing as the darkness that is under the bed, there's none of the shadows that lurk in the corners of rooms or that pass by your window.

Parents are such good liers. They lie so well that eventually even they come to believe their own truths.

It is quite powerful how self belief can fuel someone. Belief that they are not in a world where they are the most powerful. A world where they are ants beneath people's feet. Humans... they are the smallest of creations. The think that they are supreme? Well there's just one problem with that.

There are creatures. Creatures that walk the surface of this world and another. Belonging not to the light as humans do, but to the darkness. These people are often made into legends or myths. As humans moved on with modernising civilisation they forgot the old ways.

They forgot why they crawled into shelter from the darkness.

This is a story of someone who managed to walk and survive in both worlds.

He learnt that not all monsters are necessarily evil... but there are quite a few who would still just as wreak havoc onto the world.

It all starts one morning in June.

So... Diary... I guess I'm supposed to write in you or something. Mom tells me that I have to. It was the choice of write in you or have to go and spend a summer with my siblings back in the forests village. That would mean having to explain to them what has been going on... I'd rather have to go through all that pain all over again than ever. I better start from the beginning. Hi I'm Kenny Jones. Not Ken doll. Not Ken. Kenny and no not like the south park character! I'm sixteen which means I've finally come of age. How would I describe myself?

Kenny slowly set down his pen from scribbling into the ancient pages of the leather bound book. It's brown leather was engraved with ancient symbols which had been placed there by his mother. He slowly turned his head to gaze out the window as the light caught on his bronze face. He placed his head into his hand as he stared at his entrancing reflection in the window. His multicoloured eyes were almost impossible to describe, though they seemed to settle on a faint sea blue every now and then. That was always the preference that they took: ocean blue or emerald. Not that he minded, those had always been his favourite colours. He wished the rest of him was that interesting. His lightly tanned body was lean and smooth to the touch. A pair of skinny leather jeans clamped tightly around his legs while he wore a dark green polo shirt. A studded black belt hung loosely through the holder of the jeans. His ruffled blond hair stuck up in defiant spikes. Yes he was a natural blond... his mother wouldn't let him dye his hair.

Now a lot of people would think: What sixteen year old cares what their mother tells them that they can't dye their hair. Well it mattered to him so that was all that was to it. His room wasn't much. A single bed which had a soft silk quilt which Kenny could just sink into when he was tired. The walls of his room were painted crimson with black scripted writing which moved in delicate patterns. Two large glass door wardrobes stood either side of a small desk with a mirror. A silver crop pattern moved around it while a cold white chair with soft cushions was placed in front of it.

His whole room was based around elegance and beauty. Though the thing that stood out most in the room was the expanding length of books shelves and plant pots. "Honey? Are your bags packed?" A soft voice called up to him from downstairs.
"Yes Mom. Don't worry." Kenny called back reassuringly but then sighed before turning back to look at his diary. How best to describe myself? The black sheep. That's how. You see most families go to ordinary schools. They don't get shipped off for the year to a school which most people never even knew about. My mother works as a fashion designer here in London by day... I always try to take an interest in her work but I prefer acting and drawing...But I guess the sketching is similar in some ways. That is probably the closest thing I have in common with my mom... well that and the fact I love guys instead of girls.

He paused for a moment as he stared at the page of the book. It was nice to be able to express it without the fear of having some sneer or glare at him. He had to leave his last school because of how bad the bullying had gotten. He had been beaten everyday and attacked. Threatening notes had been left onto his school locker and eventually the head master had decided that it would be safer for him if he found another school instead. "Would have been safer if I had snapped that boy's neck." He growled quietly before shaking his head.

He stared absently at the page before putting the pen back to paper. And now my mother is sending me off to a private school where she thinks I will succeed. I guess-

"Kenny come on! You're going to be late!"
"Don't worry mom." Kenny shouldered his bag which was filled with spare clothes which he could carry with him. The rest of his stuff had already been taken down stairs and outside to the waiting coach which was loading them.

Kenny crouched on his desk darting a look around at his room to take in the sight one more time. "I'm a big enough failure... When I come back. I'm going to make something of myself. I will be better than my parents." He whispered before launching himself out the window.

Everything seemed to slow down for him as he began to launch from the second story window. The fresh cut law beneath him which was surrounded by beds of roses and fresh lilies which his mother had planted for him with his help. The ground was approaching as a snails pace. He loved his reflexes.

After his father had left when he was young, Kenny had been free to explain other paths. Gymnastics had been his first choice along with his immediate joining of the drama society at his old school. Between the dance classes and gymnastics, his reflexes became quickly above average as did his flexibility.

As he hit the ground he landed in an elegant crouch and felt his caught breath slowly escape. In front of him sat the long stretched black limo with a chauffeur eyeing him as though he was a speck of dust on his sleeve. "To the airport sir?"
"You can stuff yourself." Kenny said bluntly and watched anger burst through the man's face. His cold eyes flared as his lips were drawn into a tight pressing line.
"Finally someone else said it!" A feminine voice laughed and Kenny turned to see one of his mother's maids walking out. She grinned as she saw him and held out her fist to bump it.
"You cannot speak to me that way!" The chauffeur protested as he turned his nose up.
"Oh really."

Kenny turned with vicious eyes as he walked over to the man. Sure the guy was taller than him but he still radiated a stronger and colder aura than the man ever could. "I'm going to speak. And you're going to thank for me for everything I say."
"I will not listen to a little fag-"
"YOU WILL STAND THERE AND THANK ME FOR EVERYTHING I SAY!" Kenny barked and watched as the man backed up slightly.

A dark battle of wills seemed to pass between them as Kenny stood tall and the man bowed his head as he paled. "Y-Yes sir...Thank you."
"You're a pathetic waste of life."
"T-Thank you sir."
"You're going without pay for two weeks."
"Yes sir... Thank you sir."
"You will tell my mother you dared to talk to me the way you did. You will explain what you called me. But first. Lower. Your. Face."

The man paused and watched Kenny's cold gaze burning through him.

The moment he lent forward he was smashed back onto the limo and slid to the ground after Kenny's fist had collided with his face. "Don' .Call me that word you scum." He growled.

The maid watched with an sad gaze. Kenny's anger had always seemed to unbound when someone used that word. But that man had it coming.

After the young master had caught his breath she pushed for a smile. "I'm sorry but your parents did insist that you took the car to school" she said as though reading his thoughts, "So I took the liberty of cleaning the motorbike sir." She lead the way around to the back of the house to the Garage where a line of motorbikes were sleeked in perfect line, the green Yamaha gleamed and stood out as the main choice, fast, sleek and great for getting to airport in style. His mother would protest at the idea of me taking the 'death machine' as she had described it.
"You haven't got to worry...I'll be back in a couple of weeks."
"Sir..." He looked over as the maid sighed. "Maybe...give this new place a chance."
"Why?" He snapped and watched as the maid looked down at the ground with a sigh. "Everything else seems to be disappointing with my life." He growled and pulled on his strange helmet. It was shaped like a fox head as was his motorbike which was sharp at the back as though like a tail. The front was sculpted into the head of a strong animal head while still painted sleek emerald. "Sir...please just try."
"What ever Harley." He shook his head.

He revved the engine then pulled back hard on the accelerator as he shot out the garage with the wind blasting into him at high speed.

This is great! He thought. He loved feeling the cool rush of air as his bike ran down the streets like a hungry animal running after prey. I was going that fast I could not make out any features of the buildings around me, he relied only on his reflexes of going around corners and on my instinct for where he was going. Being blind to a world as it seemed to just course around him made him feel as though for just one minute... nothing else mattered.

That's how he liked it.

-Break-

Kenny shouldered his bag as he stepped into the airport. He was just walking through the security gate when he heard the shout. "WAIT! AW COME ON!"

He went crashing to the floor as something hard collided with him. "Son of a-" He pushed out his hand quickly and twisted his weight as he span on his finger tips. He felt confident in his movements as his body twisted through the air and flipped back so he would land on his feet. It seemed that all that time practising had now become instinct. For a moment he found a smug knowing roared through his body as his feet landed perfectly.

But as soon as his right foot touched the ground, his eyes widened angrily as pain shot through his leg. "Damn it!" He snarled as his leg gave out and he went crashing forward onto the ground.
"Hey I got you!" The boy caught him and wrapped his arms around his waist making sure that Kenny didn't hit the solid ground head first. "Hey are you okay?"
"GET OFF ME!" Kenny's face burned bright red as he ripped the arms from around his waist. People were looking over and staring at him and the boy on the floor.
"Hey, what's wrong!"
"What's wrong...what's wrong? YOU JUST RAN and knocked me straight on my arse!" Kenny barked viciously and paused.
"Listen I'm sorry, I'm just having a really bad day. I'm late for my flight and-"
"Announcement. Flight 845 for Greece has just departed."
"Correction...I just missed my flight." The boy sighed and took a long breath. "I'm sorry... here."

Kenny felt his cheeks heat up slightly as the boy uncurled from him and stood, holding a elegant, peachy colour hand out to him. "You're brave for the weather aren't you?" Kenny looked the boy over and made his face an impassive mask. The boy wore long black socks and strange sea green boots which matched his pattern golden and green jacket which covered over his pearly white shirt. His grey shorts seemed to frame him quite well and Kenny turned his face upwards to look at a sight which made him blush slightly more.

The boy had a handsome sculpted face which wore a soft pearly smile on it. His eyes were that deep of a blue that they seemed to be amethyst purple. His hair was that dark of a gold that it almost could have been just a very pale mousy brown. Unlike Kenny's spikes, this boy's hair was completely flat on his brow and sat under a white hat. "Well, I was planning for sun and Greece weather." The boy shrugged.
"You and me both." Kenny murmured as he held out his hand and got pulled to his feet. "Now... See you later." Kenny tested putting weight on his foot and frowned as pain burst through it again.
"Hey I'm sorry okay!" The boy followed him as Kenny limped away.
"Will you at least let me buy you a drink... as a peace offering?"
"How are you going to do that when I'm going into the first class lounge?" Kenny said flatly and watched the boy pale slightly.
"Look...I'm sorry." The boy shrugged. "I can't say it many more times... good luck on the flight."

Kenny paused as he watched the boy head back to the desk. For a moment he paused as he saw the boy was wearing a emerald back pack which seemed to shift slightly. Uh...what the? He shook his head and took a seat by the window to catch his breath. From the feel of pain in his foot, it wasn't much to worry about, just a sprain... but that didn't mean it could hurt.

He glanced towards where that boy had walked to. He was at the desk pleading with a snobby cow who just kept her nose turned up at him. "I'm sorry sir but I can't allow you to board the flight. You will just have to buy another set of tickets."
"But I have to leave today! It can't wait."
"Well why don't you go and ask your Mommy for some help?" The woman smiled patronisingly at him.

Kenny glared at the floor. All I have to do... is walk away. He's not my problem. Kenny shuffled his feet as he watched the boy's face just drop as his fist curled. "Please!" People were turning around and snickering at him now. Turning their faces to watch him as though he was some public drama show for their amusement to stare at.
"No I can't-"
FOR GODS SAKE! Kenny snarled as he couldn't take it any more. No he couldn't allow this boy to be put through this embarrassment!

Slowly he pulled himself to his feet and hobbled over. His fist was curled that tight his knuckles were showing as white against his bronze skin. "Sir I have told you. Now please just turn around and f- Oh Mr Richards!"
"Is there a problem here?" Kenny kept his voice a quiet growl. This woman had just been everything he hated... so he was being a bit cold to her.

It was only fair.

The woman paled slightly as she tried to put on her best fake smile. "Mr Richards I was just telling this young man-"
"Well I'm telling you that we're going into the first class lounge. Preferably without our mothers." Kenny stated and watched the woman's eyes flare angrily. Don't play with fire because you will get burnt. Kenny grinned smugly.
Oh really? She grinned and Kenny froze.
Don' .Dare.
"Is this your boyfriend master Richards?"
"Yes it is." The boy smiled and wrapped an arm around Kenny's waist.

Kenny kept his face cool though behind the mask he was thinking: WHAT THE FUCK?! "Your plane is waiting on the runway. It should be brought around quite soon." She smiled. "I'm sorry but I cannot allow him through unless-"
"Unless what?" Kenny grinned as he lent forward onto the desk and grinned. "Unless he has a ticket? I own the plane. In fact, last time I checked, my Mother owns this place...so by definition, she used to own you."
"Used-"
"CLAIRE! GET HERE NOW!" A voice roared and Kenny smiled as she hissed under her breath at him.

It wasn't until the woman had completely left that he turned on the boy and pushed him back. "You're gay?" He asked.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Kenny snapped.
"I was just going a long with the act!"
"Pretty damn well if you ask me!"
"Yeah what ever... thank for the help." The boy began to turn and walk away.
"Hey."

He turned back slowly.

"You think I went through all that trouble just for you not to get a flight?"
"What are you-"
"You're going to the school in Athens... correct?" Kenny held back a blush as he couldn't get the feeling of that arm around his waist out of his head.
"Yeah-"
"Come on." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the boy's hand as he pulled the other sixteen year old through into the first class lounge.
"Can I ask what your name is?" The boy chuckled.
"Kenny Richards... and you?"
"Takeru... but you can call me T.K." He smiled.