Forbidden Thoughts, Feelings, and Goodness
Konnichi wa minna-san! I *am* alive, believe it or not. I'm sorry about my fics lateness. How long has it been? Months?...N E ways, I thank you for your support. I am too lazy for my own good to change the summary in this fic, but the next one will be more up to date...
This is my first ever Kensuke! Which means this is my first Shounen-ai(boy/boy relationship) story in the Digimon category. *smiles* This idea just popped up into my head and it just had to be written down. After reading as much as Kensuke as my computer was able to find, I made sure this didn't infringe on anyone's else's fics. If it in anyway did, gomen nasai, I did not mean it. I certainly wouldn't like anyone taking ideas from my stories, so any similarities is purely coincidental.
RYO: Another story? And when exactly are you going to finish the others?
SEIJI: That's right. And you're getting ready to write another one.
RYO: What's with that?
ANGEL *sweatdrops nervously* : Of course I'm gonna finish all of my stories!
RYO: Yeah, right.
ANGEL: Anou...what are you doing here you two? This is a DIGIMON story.
SEIJI: We'll always be around no matter what fic you decide to write.
RYO *nods in agreement* : You're stuck with us.
ANGEL *sarcastically* : Terrific.
SEIJI: Of course we are. *both get comfortable*
ANGEL: Anyway, Daisuke, Ken, please do the honors.
DAISUKE: Okay, Angel does not own any digimon characters.
KEN: That is so very true; and if you think she does...
RYO and SEIJI: You're mental health is in a questionable state!
ALL: On with the fic!
ANGEL: Oi, I kinda like that....
DAISUKE: ........you would........
ANGEL: *sticks out tongue*
Daisuke wished he could return to the wonderful world of normalcy. You know, that lovely place where the fate of the human race didn't rest on his shoulders, where all he had to worry about was his soccer performance, school(but not that much), and just doing things a kid these days can do. Normal, uneventful, refreshingly dull. But sadly, that world was gone, most likely forever, torn cruelly from his grip. He supposed it was because his life was like that. What else was he supposed to think? After all, nothing seemed to want to go his way, it was as if this omnipotent being up there hated his very guts and went out of its all-powerful ways to make his life hell. But, being destined to fight with a digital monster wasn't too bad. After all, you get to see whole new planets and creatures, most of which are really friendly and fun, on top of that list of course was his own digital monster, Chibimon.
But still.....it wouldn't hurt to dream that he was normal again. The good side of this situation was, he made friends, he actually made friends. He never really *had* friends before, the concept was a little new for him. So new that he even didn't know if his so called friends were the real thing. What if they really hated him, he wouldn't be surprised. He knew what others thought of him. Daisuke sighed and stood, trying, almost futilely, to navigate his way to the door of his extremely messy room. Chibimon was still sleeping and Daisuke didn't want to disturb him. The little guy deserved to rest, after the last battle....No, he refused to think of that. He had to look ahead, towards the future, that was important. Hai, the only important thing, the future.
'Keep telling yourself this and you may actually start believing it.' A cruel, sadistic little voice chirped in the back of his mind.
~ Shut up! Go away! You're nothing but a voice, my own imagination ~
'Sure, whatever you say.' But it had the mercy to stop. Daisuke sighed again as he ambled downstairs. This was just great, not only was he depressed, he was going crazy with little mean voices bouncing around his head. Should he actually take Takeru's advice and go to a psychiatrist? He may do just that because he was freaking himself out. Daisuke wasn't overly surprised when he encountered no one. The apartment was quiet; again. But he was used to that. He was used to loneliness, he could handle it just fine. Right?
Daisuke went immediately for the refrigerator, wondering if his lovely family even thought about leaving a morsel of food for the other person that lived in this place who happened to be a direct relative. Nothing, of course. The least they could have done was *acknowledge* he existed. Iie, they didn't even do that. He sat down at the table and placed his elbows on the table, propping up his head. What to do, what to do. Chibimon would want food the second he got up, but there wasn't any for even Daisuke himself. Deciding quickly, he got up to put on some decent clothes. He would go out and buy groceries, why not, he's done it before when his family last tried to starve him to death. Like he said, a hateful omnipotent being.
Daisuke stuffed his feet into his sneakers and considered writing Chibimon a note....only to remember the digimon couldn't read.
"Oh well," he muttered to himself, "I won't be long." He raced out.
Ichijouji Ken(did I spell this guy's name right?) glared at the monitors that were suspended around him. He was working hard to review every battle between him and the Digidestined, trying to figure out what possibly could have gone wrong. He growled in frustration and pounded on his armrest with a fist, venting his anger and frustration.
"I just don't understand this! How could my perfect plans have been foiled?! It makes no sense!" He rewound a particular tape, where victory had been so close. But although he failed, he still felt satisfied when he saw it. It was the terrific episode when Motomiya Daisuke, the stubborn, loud, and very annoying leader of the digidestined....bowed to him. He didn't know why, but the sight of Daisuke kneeling before him sent this odd feeling cursing through his body. Couldn't for the life of him explain it, yet to be truthful, for once, he was actually at a loss. He felt so....odd when he saw the unconquerable leader on his knees in front him, looking so deliciously vulnerable.....
He rapidly shook his head, immediately rewinding the tape for another viewing. Victory, this was his key to victory. All he had to do was find the right lock. Wormmon watched as his master extensively studied the other boy, again, and again, again, again; it was becoming a very disturbing cycle. Wormmon cleared his throat and attempted to speak.
"E...excuse me mast..."
"Wormmon! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your worthless mouth shut!"
"Gomen Ken..."
"And how many times have I told you not to call me that! Get out of my sight you worthless piece of trash!" Wormmon winced and scuttled backwards.
"B..."
"I commanded you to get out of my sight!" The Digimon Kaiser didn't even bother to tear his gaze away from the screens, which were displaying a kneeling Daisuke from all angles.
"Master, why does that human interest you so much?" Wormmon worked up the courage to ignore his master's wishes. Ken smirked.
"This will be our ticket to my victory."
"Whatever you do is best master."
"Of course; some people are just gifted."
The obvious choice for him to go was to Miyako's Okaasan's grocery store. After all, it was not very far away, it was cheaper than other stores in the city, and he could get discounts for being one of Miyako's many friends.....at least, he thought so. Grocery shopping went surprisingly quickly, as he was only paying for himself and Chibimon, but it didn't help the fact that he was desperately late for the meeting. He sighed as he glanced at his watch. Kuso, he was so late; like always. Maybe, if he hurried back home, grabbed Chibimon, and ran out again towards the computer room, he would be early enough to make a plausible excuse for his lateness. Did that just make sense? He shrugged as he jogged down the street, praying that they would let him off easily. He made it to the apartment in record time, practically threw the food in the refrigerator and sprinted upstairs, yanked Chibimon out of his bed, ran downstairs again, stuffed his feet back into his shoes, and ran out of the door with a still groggy In-training digimon; all in half a minute. Oh yeah, he was *good* . Daisuke flew down the street, glad that playing soccer for these many years enabled him to run long distances pretty quickly and without slowing down. He reached the Odaiba Elementary School and burst threw the gates. He ran into the empty building and sprinted down the hallways running up flights of stairs, until he finally made it to the computer room. Daisuke inhaled two ragged breaths before fixing his shirt. Chibimon, now fully awake, glanced at him ruefully.
"You're late again, aren't you?" Daisuke sweatdropped.
"Iie! Iie, now what gave you that idea?" He adjusted his goggles nervously. If Chibimon could raise an eyebrow, he would have right then.
"No reason, Daisuke."
"Oh, well I'm here now. Let's get inside." He reached out a hand and was about to turn the door knob, when he voice wafted through.
"I can't believe he is late again!" Daisuke froze and pressed his ear against the door. He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he had every right. This was about him.
"Believe it. Set a time and you'll have to give him an half hour lee way." Daisuke scowled. TM, he could recognize the voice easily. He was about to go inside and give him a piece of his mind when TJ finished his sentence:
"Either his watch is running late, or he can't tell time." Daisuke jerked back, hurt.
'Ouch.' To his dismay, he heard giggling accompanying the smart remark. 'Nani.....why are they......?'
"We shouldn't laugh, it isn't right." Daisuke smirked. Iori, he knew Iori wouldn't laugh. "But...." Uh-oh. That didn't sound good. "He doesn't rate very high in the brains department." Daisuke could feel tears form in his eyes, but blinked them away. Crying was for weaklings, didn't he learn that a long time ago? He took a small step backwards, suddenly afraid of the very thought of going through that door. Chibimon, whom Daisuke forgot was there, looked up at him, worriedly.
"Shouldn't we go in and make them stop?" He asked. Daisuke slowly shook his head, seeing nothing. Yet everything was so crystal clear now. He wouldn't go in, but he wouldn't walk away either, not until he found out the whole truth.
"But you have to give him some credit," Daisuke perked up slightly, Hikari, she would never speak ill of him, "he's loyal, courageous, he doesn't give up no matter what..." Daisuke couldn't help but swell slightly in pride at those words. Ha, beat that Pakeru! But, unfortunately, Pakeru found a way.
"Self-centered, egotistical. And very persistent, right Hikari?" The last part could have been innocent, if Takeru's voice didn't have that scathing tone mixed with it. That did it, it was like a punch in the gut; but much more painful. He began to walk backwards, away from the people he once thought were his friends. He could have sworn he heard their cruel laughter, and it tore him apart. Iie, it couldn't be true....the only friends he had. Wrong, they were never his friends in the first place.
'That's right.' That little voice was back again, but Daisuke didn't try to chase it away this time. He shook his head, ignoring Chibimon's questions of concern. Kuso, if they felt that way, then he would return their sentiments. They'll be sorry they made fun of him, he'll prove his worth....somehow....
'Face it, you're a loser. Real friends wouldn't laugh behind your back.' What was with that voice?!?! But still....Daisuke rapidly shook his head. What was with him? He was the one creating that voice, he had to get out of there. Turning on his heels, he ran, out of the school building, out of the yard, he didn't stop until he was safely in the park, away from prying eyes. He found a secluded spot hidden away by bushes and trees and fell on his knees. Chibimon was now really worried. He had never seen Daisuke act like this before. Daisuke's eyes never looked so lost, not since he saw Takeru and Hikari holding hands in the park.
"Daisuke, don't listen to them. You're not stupid, or self-centered..." Daisuke chuckled, his tone bitter, and laid down on the ground.
"Hai, I am."
"Iie! You're not, not at all!"
"Prove it. They're right. And you know what else?"
"What else?"
"I'm also an idiot, I honestly thought I had friends. Ha, I was wrong, again."
"Daisuke..."
"If they hate me, then I hate them. It's simple, you see?"
"Iie, it's not. You can't ruin your friendship with the others just because of this."
"Hai, I can. I now know what they truly think of me. I can't go with them to the Digiworld today. It'll be too awkward. Besides, I don't want to interfere with TR's 'relationship' with Hikari." his voice was sarcastic now.
"Daisuke, you don't know what you're saying. Let's go home, get some rest, calm down. It'll make you feel better. You can eat too. Food always made me feel better." Daisuke sighed and stood.
"Fine, let's go."
Ken shut down his computer and looked around the darkness in his room. He cursed as he went to the window. His plans, foiled, again. It made no sense! Those stupid kids! Bakas!! But wait, one stupid kid was missing....Daisuke! Hai, where was that burgundy-haired baka anyway? Ken was positive he would have been at that battle, he never failed to show his face. A face that was very nice looking....stop. Wait a second....did he just think that? Iie, it was an error, he didn't, iie, would never think like that, about an enemy no less. But, Ken couldn't deny that Daisuke looked slightly nice-looking....okay, very....iie, more than that....beautiful? Hai, that was the word.....there he went again. But Ken got a good look at Daisuke's features after staring at them for a couple of hours. The boy's face was stuck in his mind, and it refused to disappear. Ken frowned. This was unacceptable, period. Iie, they weren't unacceptable, they were forbidden. Forbidden thoughts. Ken felt something tug at the back of his mind, trying to force its way to the front part of his brain. Hmmm? Ken relaxed and allowed it to come forward a little, but something savagely pushed it back. Nani? What happened? But he shrugged, it wasn't anything to worry about. Nothing at all. Anyway, he had to think of something else to rule the Digital World.
But first, he had to think of a way to make Daisuke kneel before him again. It was an obsession, although he certainly did not want to admit it. The desire to make Daisuke acknowledge who was master was extremely strong. It wasn't a want anymore, it was a need....Ken stopped himself. What was so special about the boy anyway? There had to be something, because Ken would never usually think about someone this much for too long. But what...that was a good question. Iie, Daisuke was a challenge. And Ken loved challenges. He smiled in the darkness, not knowing the darkness was a part of him, corrupting his heart. And that darkness had now focused itself Daisuke, and it would make sure it got him.
"Daisuke....you're mine...."
Daisuke wasn't exactly thrilled that today was a school day, even less so when he was forced to see at least one of the other Digidestined. Hikari and TD were in all of his classes, he would have to see them...and he had no clue how he was going to react. During the weekend, his anger had dissolved into depression, and it didn't help his already unstable mind when Jun teased him and his Okaasan said he was useless. Chibimon tried his best to break Daisuke out of his depression, but it didn't work, but Daisuke made Chibimon think that it did; and felt really guilty about it. Nor did it help his now dangerously unstable mind that his heart had another target, one that would kill Daisuke. Ichijouji Ken. Daisuke had no clue how it happened, when it happened, but it did. At least he wasn't pining for Hikari anymore...which cheered him slightly, but ultimately brought him down again. Ken, of all people. Daisuke sighed as he walked down the street to the Elementary School. Why? Not only was he useless, he was a fag. If his friends found out...they'd hate him more than they did already. Ken, why him? Why did he always fall for people that would ultimately hurt him? Because, he answered, he was stupid like that. Kuso, he was a baka.
The Elementary School loomed up in the distance, and Daisuke became more afraid. Should he skip? Iie, where would he go? He might as well go in. He walked slowly through the gate, face adverted to the ground, so he wouldn't have to see anybody. He walked over to the tree and sat, in his own world of darkness and misery when everybody else romped gleefully in the Land of Happiness. Damn them, they had no idea, they didn't care. Daisuke didn't expect anybody to come over and say hi, so he was shocked out of his skin when a voice spoke.
"Konnichi wa." Daisuke quickly looked upwards and saw a girl, about a couple of years younger than him, about 2nd grade.
"Anou....ohayo...." Daisuke muttered.
"What's wrong mister, you look so sad."
"Nothing....what's your name?"
"Michiko." Michiko, beautiful one.
"My name's Daisuke. Why did you come over?" Michiko shrugged.
"You looked so sad. I don't like it when people are sad." Really Michiko, then you would just hate me, Daisuke thought. The bell rang and students started to go inside. Daisuke stood and brushed himself off.
"Sayonara Michiko," Daisuke began to walk away, "Michiko?"
"Hai?"
"Stay that way, for your sake."
Daisuke sat in the back of the classroom, in a corner, and watched the other kids walk in. He spotted Hikari and TN laughing together, talking.
"Probably about me." Daisuke muttered bitterly. He imagined the others were still laughing at him, and a dull pain entered his chest, making it hard to breath and his eyes burn with moisture. Daisuke didn't pay any attention to anything during the whole class period. He sat there after the bell rang, and was the last one to leave. It was time for lunch, yay. Usually, the Digidestined would sit together, but Daisuke wouldn't be able to stand the sight of them, much less be near them. Them, and their hateful laughter. Daisuke threw his stuff in his locker and walked out of the school and to the deserted soccer field. He found a ball that was in pretty good shape and began to play, by himself. His thoughts wandered as he dribbled the ball around the field. Thoughts of a blue haired genius. His depression deepened at these thoughts until he stopped completely, soccer having lost its cheerful edge. Why did he do this to himself? Ken hates him, why bother? Why not just end it all? There's a thought he liked. Why not end it all? Why not throw himself off a cliff or something like that? Yeah, that was good, he won't suffer anymore pain. It'll be like having a nice long rest.
"Daisuke?" a soft voice asked from behind. He turned around and saw...
"Hikari?" Daisuke's chest burned and his throat tightened. Her, why her? The one who led him by his emotions like a leash on a dog. And she knew it, and laughed behind his back. He forced himself to smile.
"Konnichi wa Hikari." Daisuke had found that all of this time he was wearing a mask, though he just didn't know it. He just now noticed it when the mask suffered deep and many cracks. It was all he could do to keep the pieces together.
"Daisuke, is there something wrong? We didn't see you on Saturday and you didn't answer our calls or e-mails." No, nothing's wrong Hikari, except for the fact that you laughed at me behind my back and deceived me...
"Iie, everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Go away Hikari.
"You've been acting funny. You didn't talk to me today." Oh, so when Daisuke doesn't make himself look like a fool for you like some dog jumping through hoops, then you become worried. Why Hikari, you care so much.
"Really, I'm fine." Leave me alone.
"Okay, but if you need anything..."
"I need nothing." Especially from you. Hikari looked at him before turning and walking away. When she was gone, Daisuke was surprised at the venom and bitterness of his thoughts. He never slammed anybody like that before, even if it was just in his head.
'But then you never laughed behind somebody's back before.' The voice said. 'Be happy.' Iie, he was depressed. And he had no desire to live.
School went by agonizingly slow, and when he left, Daisuke had more emotional scars to add to his large supply. He heard what other kids said. Onore, bastard, freak. Hai, he was a jerk, yes, he was an illegitimate child(he looked up the word bastard in the dictionary, after all, might as well know what you're being called), and he was definitely a freak. When he reached his home he slipped out of his sneakers and trudged up to his room, physically and mentally exhausted. He threw his bookbag somewhere, not bothering to do his homework. Why, there was no point, he was never going to school tomorrow. Or ever again. He allowed himself to succumb to the forbidden feelings he had held back for so long.
"I'm really worried about Daisuke guys." Hikari said. All the Digidestined, old and new, except for Daisuke, were in the Yagami apartment.
"Why, what did he do this time?" Miyako asked. Hikari shook her head.
"Nothing, it's just that, he's been acting weird lately. He wouldn't talk to me when I asked."
"Oh, there is something wrong." TK said. Yamato frowned at his brother before turning to Hikari.
"Hikari, maybe there's nothing wrong with him, maybe he just needs some time alone."
"Maybe..." But she didn't sound convinced. Taichi smiled and sat down beside Yamato.
"I'm sure it's nothing Hikari, you know Daisuke, he'll be back to his loud, bull-headed self in no time." Yamato smirked suddenly.
"You mean, he'll be just like you." Taichi flushed a deep red.
"I am not like that!"
"Wanna bet?"
"At least I'm not a selfish, self-absorbed brat." Yamato's eyes flashed dangerously.
"You take that back!"
"Make me!" Sora sighed. This was going to be a while. But what Hikari said worried her. She hoped Daisuke was okay.
Daisuke gave up on trying to keep up his facade, it wasn't worth the effort and time anymore. He will just have to concentrate on other things. His time was coming closer, and it made him nervous. He shook his head, he couldn't back out of this now. He will just have to concentrate on other things, like soccer, Ken perhaps, but most importantly: suicide. Hai, suicide. If you actually knew him, you wouldn't believe it. After all, he was Daisuke, the fiery one, the strong willed one, certainly not the kind who slit wrists and will jump off a bridge if he had half a chance. Yeah right, he thought, bakas. Of course he was suicidal, he had absolutely nothing to live for. As mentioned before, Daisuke had learned many years ago that there was an omnipotent being....and it hated him. It had to, it obviously didn't bother to make him correctly. Daisuke figured that many years ago, as he was being born, the being said, "Ya know, why don't I make this one's life a living hell? It will be fun to see how long he lasts." If everything goes well, 11 years, 11months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours, 2 minutes, and 49 seconds....pathetic, he was pathetic. Sighing mournfully, Daisuke flopped onto his bed. He had a sudden wish that Ken was with him. But he wasn't. And most likely never would be. That was his life: unfair and cruel. He glanced at his alarm clock, counting away the minutes to his salvation. Only half an hour left.
Ken rolled his pencil across his desk, bored out of his skull. He already knew this crap, why the hell was he in here? Being a genius had its ups and downs, this was in the "down" category....God, he was bored! Ken sighed as he leaned back in his chair. This was no fun. If Daisuke-kun were here....Ken shook his head, as if to bury that little thought. What was he thinking?!?! This was becoming a nasty little habit of his. Daisuke was, iie, *is* the enemy, the one who keeps foiling his genius plans and keeps him from ruling the Digiworld. It was his fault that he wasn't an emperor by now. All his damn fault. So, therefore, Ken should hate him....Then why couldn't he stop thinking about him all the time?!?! It made no sense at all. And Ken did not like things he didn't understand. He growled and stood. To hell with this!!! Ken marched out of the classroom, not caring that he was skipping. He needed to think.
Daisuke sat up and grabbed his jacket, trying not to wake up Chibimon. He tip-toed from his room and across the apartment. He thought about leaving a note, but decided against it. Nobody would care that he was gone....he slipped into his sneakers and stepped outside into the chilly October air. Daisuke walked down the dark street, his way occasionally lighted by a street lamp. He let his mind wander as he walked. Ken would be having his night classes by now....he tried in vain to ignore the pain that threatened to swallow him.
"Oi Daisuke!" A voice called from behind. Daisuke pretended not to hear the voice and began to walk faster. He couldn't face anyone right now. He felt somebody grab his shoulder and turn him around.
"Daisuke, why did you run from me? Are you okay?" Daisuke took a deep breath and forced himself to look at the person before him. He tried to smile, but failed. It was Ken, of all people, who had stopped him. And Daisuke was very confused at why he did.
"Oh, Ken. I didn't know it was you. Gomen." Was Ken being nice because they were in the real world?
"It's okay. Where were you off to?" Ken noticed that Daisuke was uncomfortable. Something was wrong, Ken could see that.
"What are you doing out this late? Dai..."
"It's nothing," Daisuke said quietly, "nothing at all. I have to go Ken. Ja." Daisuke squirmed out of Ken's grasp and ran. Ken stared after him.
"Daisuke..." Ken decided to follow him; not because he was worried mind you, just curious. He made sure that Daisuke didn't see him. Daisuke reached the park and walked down the path, his mind set on one thing: the bridge. There were no cliffs nearby for him to jump off of, but the bridge will do nicely. It was high enough that if he leapt off he would surely....and it would look like an accident. He reached the bridge and climbed up on its ledge. He looked down at the pavement below. It was time.
30 seconds....
Ken spotted Daisuke and gasped. He couldn't be....iie. IIE!....
20 seconds....
Ken broke out into a sprint towards the younger boy. Damn you Daisuke. Don't do this to me! He didn't stop to think about why he was doing this. Why was he so afraid?
10....
Daisuke took a deep breath and shuffled closer to the edge. So close, soon he will be free.....
1....
"Daisuke!" Daisuke whipped his head around.
"Ken..." He felt himself fall as he lost his balance.
"Daisuke!!!" Ken dove forward, trying to grab him. Ken felt his hand graze Daisuke's; but it was too late. He watched as Daisuke plummeted to the concrete, screaming. Ken looked away as Daisuke connected with the ground. Ken couldn't hold back a scream.
"Daisuke!!!!!!!!!!" In a moment of hysteria, Ken nearly jumped off the bridge himself, anything to reach the boy, but managed to gain control of himself at the last minute. He turned and ran. He found a path leading right under the bridge and sprinted down it. His breathing was ragged and his chest hurt, but not just from running.
"Please be alive....please." Ken reached the bridge and saw the body lying motionless on the ground. Ken reached Daisuke and fell on his knees. There was so much blood....Daisuke was lying in a pool of his own blood and looked so pale. He looked dead. What if he was? Ken gently cupped Daisuke's face and used his other hand to feel for a pulse. Ken usually didn't believe in miracles, but now he prayed that one would occur. He didn't feel a pulse, so he bent down and listened for the smallest of breaths. Iie, iie, iie.....Dead......Oh, Daisuke.....A small sob left Ken's throat and warm tears made his eyes sting and flow down his cheeks. Daisuke, who was the Forbidden Good that Ken had longed to have...... Daisuke was dead, and he could have saved him.....
October winds blew, freezing an already cold heart.........
~ Owari ~
Wow, I can't believe I actually wrote a sad ending....should I write another part? Only your reviews will tell. I'll write one if anybody wants me too.
DAISUKE: I can't believe you killed me.
ANGEL: Gomen, I didn't want to...it just....happened. But don't worry, it may not stay that way for long.
DAISUKE: Really?
ANGEL: Only the reviews will tell.
KEN: Please review so Daisuke-kun might come back to life. Because if you don't, who will I use my whip on?
DAISUKE: !!!!!!!
RYO: Don't you think you're a tad bit young?
KEN: Iie, in Japan, Digimon was actually a teen and adult anime. Little kids just watch it.
SEIJI: Oh. Well in any case. Review, or the authoress will take out her anger on us.....
RYO: That would be very bad.
DAISUKE: Whip...........
KEN: Please be nice and review.
RYO: All flames will go to me, I could use the heat.
ANGEL: Ja, for now. *cackles*
Konnichi wa minna-san! I *am* alive, believe it or not. I'm sorry about my fics lateness. How long has it been? Months?...N E ways, I thank you for your support. I am too lazy for my own good to change the summary in this fic, but the next one will be more up to date...
This is my first ever Kensuke! Which means this is my first Shounen-ai(boy/boy relationship) story in the Digimon category. *smiles* This idea just popped up into my head and it just had to be written down. After reading as much as Kensuke as my computer was able to find, I made sure this didn't infringe on anyone's else's fics. If it in anyway did, gomen nasai, I did not mean it. I certainly wouldn't like anyone taking ideas from my stories, so any similarities is purely coincidental.
RYO: Another story? And when exactly are you going to finish the others?
SEIJI: That's right. And you're getting ready to write another one.
RYO: What's with that?
ANGEL *sweatdrops nervously* : Of course I'm gonna finish all of my stories!
RYO: Yeah, right.
ANGEL: Anou...what are you doing here you two? This is a DIGIMON story.
SEIJI: We'll always be around no matter what fic you decide to write.
RYO *nods in agreement* : You're stuck with us.
ANGEL *sarcastically* : Terrific.
SEIJI: Of course we are. *both get comfortable*
ANGEL: Anyway, Daisuke, Ken, please do the honors.
DAISUKE: Okay, Angel does not own any digimon characters.
KEN: That is so very true; and if you think she does...
RYO and SEIJI: You're mental health is in a questionable state!
ALL: On with the fic!
ANGEL: Oi, I kinda like that....
DAISUKE: ........you would........
ANGEL: *sticks out tongue*
Daisuke wished he could return to the wonderful world of normalcy. You know, that lovely place where the fate of the human race didn't rest on his shoulders, where all he had to worry about was his soccer performance, school(but not that much), and just doing things a kid these days can do. Normal, uneventful, refreshingly dull. But sadly, that world was gone, most likely forever, torn cruelly from his grip. He supposed it was because his life was like that. What else was he supposed to think? After all, nothing seemed to want to go his way, it was as if this omnipotent being up there hated his very guts and went out of its all-powerful ways to make his life hell. But, being destined to fight with a digital monster wasn't too bad. After all, you get to see whole new planets and creatures, most of which are really friendly and fun, on top of that list of course was his own digital monster, Chibimon.
But still.....it wouldn't hurt to dream that he was normal again. The good side of this situation was, he made friends, he actually made friends. He never really *had* friends before, the concept was a little new for him. So new that he even didn't know if his so called friends were the real thing. What if they really hated him, he wouldn't be surprised. He knew what others thought of him. Daisuke sighed and stood, trying, almost futilely, to navigate his way to the door of his extremely messy room. Chibimon was still sleeping and Daisuke didn't want to disturb him. The little guy deserved to rest, after the last battle....No, he refused to think of that. He had to look ahead, towards the future, that was important. Hai, the only important thing, the future.
'Keep telling yourself this and you may actually start believing it.' A cruel, sadistic little voice chirped in the back of his mind.
~ Shut up! Go away! You're nothing but a voice, my own imagination ~
'Sure, whatever you say.' But it had the mercy to stop. Daisuke sighed again as he ambled downstairs. This was just great, not only was he depressed, he was going crazy with little mean voices bouncing around his head. Should he actually take Takeru's advice and go to a psychiatrist? He may do just that because he was freaking himself out. Daisuke wasn't overly surprised when he encountered no one. The apartment was quiet; again. But he was used to that. He was used to loneliness, he could handle it just fine. Right?
Daisuke went immediately for the refrigerator, wondering if his lovely family even thought about leaving a morsel of food for the other person that lived in this place who happened to be a direct relative. Nothing, of course. The least they could have done was *acknowledge* he existed. Iie, they didn't even do that. He sat down at the table and placed his elbows on the table, propping up his head. What to do, what to do. Chibimon would want food the second he got up, but there wasn't any for even Daisuke himself. Deciding quickly, he got up to put on some decent clothes. He would go out and buy groceries, why not, he's done it before when his family last tried to starve him to death. Like he said, a hateful omnipotent being.
Daisuke stuffed his feet into his sneakers and considered writing Chibimon a note....only to remember the digimon couldn't read.
"Oh well," he muttered to himself, "I won't be long." He raced out.
Ichijouji Ken(did I spell this guy's name right?) glared at the monitors that were suspended around him. He was working hard to review every battle between him and the Digidestined, trying to figure out what possibly could have gone wrong. He growled in frustration and pounded on his armrest with a fist, venting his anger and frustration.
"I just don't understand this! How could my perfect plans have been foiled?! It makes no sense!" He rewound a particular tape, where victory had been so close. But although he failed, he still felt satisfied when he saw it. It was the terrific episode when Motomiya Daisuke, the stubborn, loud, and very annoying leader of the digidestined....bowed to him. He didn't know why, but the sight of Daisuke kneeling before him sent this odd feeling cursing through his body. Couldn't for the life of him explain it, yet to be truthful, for once, he was actually at a loss. He felt so....odd when he saw the unconquerable leader on his knees in front him, looking so deliciously vulnerable.....
He rapidly shook his head, immediately rewinding the tape for another viewing. Victory, this was his key to victory. All he had to do was find the right lock. Wormmon watched as his master extensively studied the other boy, again, and again, again, again; it was becoming a very disturbing cycle. Wormmon cleared his throat and attempted to speak.
"E...excuse me mast..."
"Wormmon! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your worthless mouth shut!"
"Gomen Ken..."
"And how many times have I told you not to call me that! Get out of my sight you worthless piece of trash!" Wormmon winced and scuttled backwards.
"B..."
"I commanded you to get out of my sight!" The Digimon Kaiser didn't even bother to tear his gaze away from the screens, which were displaying a kneeling Daisuke from all angles.
"Master, why does that human interest you so much?" Wormmon worked up the courage to ignore his master's wishes. Ken smirked.
"This will be our ticket to my victory."
"Whatever you do is best master."
"Of course; some people are just gifted."
The obvious choice for him to go was to Miyako's Okaasan's grocery store. After all, it was not very far away, it was cheaper than other stores in the city, and he could get discounts for being one of Miyako's many friends.....at least, he thought so. Grocery shopping went surprisingly quickly, as he was only paying for himself and Chibimon, but it didn't help the fact that he was desperately late for the meeting. He sighed as he glanced at his watch. Kuso, he was so late; like always. Maybe, if he hurried back home, grabbed Chibimon, and ran out again towards the computer room, he would be early enough to make a plausible excuse for his lateness. Did that just make sense? He shrugged as he jogged down the street, praying that they would let him off easily. He made it to the apartment in record time, practically threw the food in the refrigerator and sprinted upstairs, yanked Chibimon out of his bed, ran downstairs again, stuffed his feet back into his shoes, and ran out of the door with a still groggy In-training digimon; all in half a minute. Oh yeah, he was *good* . Daisuke flew down the street, glad that playing soccer for these many years enabled him to run long distances pretty quickly and without slowing down. He reached the Odaiba Elementary School and burst threw the gates. He ran into the empty building and sprinted down the hallways running up flights of stairs, until he finally made it to the computer room. Daisuke inhaled two ragged breaths before fixing his shirt. Chibimon, now fully awake, glanced at him ruefully.
"You're late again, aren't you?" Daisuke sweatdropped.
"Iie! Iie, now what gave you that idea?" He adjusted his goggles nervously. If Chibimon could raise an eyebrow, he would have right then.
"No reason, Daisuke."
"Oh, well I'm here now. Let's get inside." He reached out a hand and was about to turn the door knob, when he voice wafted through.
"I can't believe he is late again!" Daisuke froze and pressed his ear against the door. He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he had every right. This was about him.
"Believe it. Set a time and you'll have to give him an half hour lee way." Daisuke scowled. TM, he could recognize the voice easily. He was about to go inside and give him a piece of his mind when TJ finished his sentence:
"Either his watch is running late, or he can't tell time." Daisuke jerked back, hurt.
'Ouch.' To his dismay, he heard giggling accompanying the smart remark. 'Nani.....why are they......?'
"We shouldn't laugh, it isn't right." Daisuke smirked. Iori, he knew Iori wouldn't laugh. "But...." Uh-oh. That didn't sound good. "He doesn't rate very high in the brains department." Daisuke could feel tears form in his eyes, but blinked them away. Crying was for weaklings, didn't he learn that a long time ago? He took a small step backwards, suddenly afraid of the very thought of going through that door. Chibimon, whom Daisuke forgot was there, looked up at him, worriedly.
"Shouldn't we go in and make them stop?" He asked. Daisuke slowly shook his head, seeing nothing. Yet everything was so crystal clear now. He wouldn't go in, but he wouldn't walk away either, not until he found out the whole truth.
"But you have to give him some credit," Daisuke perked up slightly, Hikari, she would never speak ill of him, "he's loyal, courageous, he doesn't give up no matter what..." Daisuke couldn't help but swell slightly in pride at those words. Ha, beat that Pakeru! But, unfortunately, Pakeru found a way.
"Self-centered, egotistical. And very persistent, right Hikari?" The last part could have been innocent, if Takeru's voice didn't have that scathing tone mixed with it. That did it, it was like a punch in the gut; but much more painful. He began to walk backwards, away from the people he once thought were his friends. He could have sworn he heard their cruel laughter, and it tore him apart. Iie, it couldn't be true....the only friends he had. Wrong, they were never his friends in the first place.
'That's right.' That little voice was back again, but Daisuke didn't try to chase it away this time. He shook his head, ignoring Chibimon's questions of concern. Kuso, if they felt that way, then he would return their sentiments. They'll be sorry they made fun of him, he'll prove his worth....somehow....
'Face it, you're a loser. Real friends wouldn't laugh behind your back.' What was with that voice?!?! But still....Daisuke rapidly shook his head. What was with him? He was the one creating that voice, he had to get out of there. Turning on his heels, he ran, out of the school building, out of the yard, he didn't stop until he was safely in the park, away from prying eyes. He found a secluded spot hidden away by bushes and trees and fell on his knees. Chibimon was now really worried. He had never seen Daisuke act like this before. Daisuke's eyes never looked so lost, not since he saw Takeru and Hikari holding hands in the park.
"Daisuke, don't listen to them. You're not stupid, or self-centered..." Daisuke chuckled, his tone bitter, and laid down on the ground.
"Hai, I am."
"Iie! You're not, not at all!"
"Prove it. They're right. And you know what else?"
"What else?"
"I'm also an idiot, I honestly thought I had friends. Ha, I was wrong, again."
"Daisuke..."
"If they hate me, then I hate them. It's simple, you see?"
"Iie, it's not. You can't ruin your friendship with the others just because of this."
"Hai, I can. I now know what they truly think of me. I can't go with them to the Digiworld today. It'll be too awkward. Besides, I don't want to interfere with TR's 'relationship' with Hikari." his voice was sarcastic now.
"Daisuke, you don't know what you're saying. Let's go home, get some rest, calm down. It'll make you feel better. You can eat too. Food always made me feel better." Daisuke sighed and stood.
"Fine, let's go."
Ken shut down his computer and looked around the darkness in his room. He cursed as he went to the window. His plans, foiled, again. It made no sense! Those stupid kids! Bakas!! But wait, one stupid kid was missing....Daisuke! Hai, where was that burgundy-haired baka anyway? Ken was positive he would have been at that battle, he never failed to show his face. A face that was very nice looking....stop. Wait a second....did he just think that? Iie, it was an error, he didn't, iie, would never think like that, about an enemy no less. But, Ken couldn't deny that Daisuke looked slightly nice-looking....okay, very....iie, more than that....beautiful? Hai, that was the word.....there he went again. But Ken got a good look at Daisuke's features after staring at them for a couple of hours. The boy's face was stuck in his mind, and it refused to disappear. Ken frowned. This was unacceptable, period. Iie, they weren't unacceptable, they were forbidden. Forbidden thoughts. Ken felt something tug at the back of his mind, trying to force its way to the front part of his brain. Hmmm? Ken relaxed and allowed it to come forward a little, but something savagely pushed it back. Nani? What happened? But he shrugged, it wasn't anything to worry about. Nothing at all. Anyway, he had to think of something else to rule the Digital World.
But first, he had to think of a way to make Daisuke kneel before him again. It was an obsession, although he certainly did not want to admit it. The desire to make Daisuke acknowledge who was master was extremely strong. It wasn't a want anymore, it was a need....Ken stopped himself. What was so special about the boy anyway? There had to be something, because Ken would never usually think about someone this much for too long. But what...that was a good question. Iie, Daisuke was a challenge. And Ken loved challenges. He smiled in the darkness, not knowing the darkness was a part of him, corrupting his heart. And that darkness had now focused itself Daisuke, and it would make sure it got him.
"Daisuke....you're mine...."
Daisuke wasn't exactly thrilled that today was a school day, even less so when he was forced to see at least one of the other Digidestined. Hikari and TD were in all of his classes, he would have to see them...and he had no clue how he was going to react. During the weekend, his anger had dissolved into depression, and it didn't help his already unstable mind when Jun teased him and his Okaasan said he was useless. Chibimon tried his best to break Daisuke out of his depression, but it didn't work, but Daisuke made Chibimon think that it did; and felt really guilty about it. Nor did it help his now dangerously unstable mind that his heart had another target, one that would kill Daisuke. Ichijouji Ken. Daisuke had no clue how it happened, when it happened, but it did. At least he wasn't pining for Hikari anymore...which cheered him slightly, but ultimately brought him down again. Ken, of all people. Daisuke sighed as he walked down the street to the Elementary School. Why? Not only was he useless, he was a fag. If his friends found out...they'd hate him more than they did already. Ken, why him? Why did he always fall for people that would ultimately hurt him? Because, he answered, he was stupid like that. Kuso, he was a baka.
The Elementary School loomed up in the distance, and Daisuke became more afraid. Should he skip? Iie, where would he go? He might as well go in. He walked slowly through the gate, face adverted to the ground, so he wouldn't have to see anybody. He walked over to the tree and sat, in his own world of darkness and misery when everybody else romped gleefully in the Land of Happiness. Damn them, they had no idea, they didn't care. Daisuke didn't expect anybody to come over and say hi, so he was shocked out of his skin when a voice spoke.
"Konnichi wa." Daisuke quickly looked upwards and saw a girl, about a couple of years younger than him, about 2nd grade.
"Anou....ohayo...." Daisuke muttered.
"What's wrong mister, you look so sad."
"Nothing....what's your name?"
"Michiko." Michiko, beautiful one.
"My name's Daisuke. Why did you come over?" Michiko shrugged.
"You looked so sad. I don't like it when people are sad." Really Michiko, then you would just hate me, Daisuke thought. The bell rang and students started to go inside. Daisuke stood and brushed himself off.
"Sayonara Michiko," Daisuke began to walk away, "Michiko?"
"Hai?"
"Stay that way, for your sake."
Daisuke sat in the back of the classroom, in a corner, and watched the other kids walk in. He spotted Hikari and TN laughing together, talking.
"Probably about me." Daisuke muttered bitterly. He imagined the others were still laughing at him, and a dull pain entered his chest, making it hard to breath and his eyes burn with moisture. Daisuke didn't pay any attention to anything during the whole class period. He sat there after the bell rang, and was the last one to leave. It was time for lunch, yay. Usually, the Digidestined would sit together, but Daisuke wouldn't be able to stand the sight of them, much less be near them. Them, and their hateful laughter. Daisuke threw his stuff in his locker and walked out of the school and to the deserted soccer field. He found a ball that was in pretty good shape and began to play, by himself. His thoughts wandered as he dribbled the ball around the field. Thoughts of a blue haired genius. His depression deepened at these thoughts until he stopped completely, soccer having lost its cheerful edge. Why did he do this to himself? Ken hates him, why bother? Why not just end it all? There's a thought he liked. Why not end it all? Why not throw himself off a cliff or something like that? Yeah, that was good, he won't suffer anymore pain. It'll be like having a nice long rest.
"Daisuke?" a soft voice asked from behind. He turned around and saw...
"Hikari?" Daisuke's chest burned and his throat tightened. Her, why her? The one who led him by his emotions like a leash on a dog. And she knew it, and laughed behind his back. He forced himself to smile.
"Konnichi wa Hikari." Daisuke had found that all of this time he was wearing a mask, though he just didn't know it. He just now noticed it when the mask suffered deep and many cracks. It was all he could do to keep the pieces together.
"Daisuke, is there something wrong? We didn't see you on Saturday and you didn't answer our calls or e-mails." No, nothing's wrong Hikari, except for the fact that you laughed at me behind my back and deceived me...
"Iie, everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Go away Hikari.
"You've been acting funny. You didn't talk to me today." Oh, so when Daisuke doesn't make himself look like a fool for you like some dog jumping through hoops, then you become worried. Why Hikari, you care so much.
"Really, I'm fine." Leave me alone.
"Okay, but if you need anything..."
"I need nothing." Especially from you. Hikari looked at him before turning and walking away. When she was gone, Daisuke was surprised at the venom and bitterness of his thoughts. He never slammed anybody like that before, even if it was just in his head.
'But then you never laughed behind somebody's back before.' The voice said. 'Be happy.' Iie, he was depressed. And he had no desire to live.
School went by agonizingly slow, and when he left, Daisuke had more emotional scars to add to his large supply. He heard what other kids said. Onore, bastard, freak. Hai, he was a jerk, yes, he was an illegitimate child(he looked up the word bastard in the dictionary, after all, might as well know what you're being called), and he was definitely a freak. When he reached his home he slipped out of his sneakers and trudged up to his room, physically and mentally exhausted. He threw his bookbag somewhere, not bothering to do his homework. Why, there was no point, he was never going to school tomorrow. Or ever again. He allowed himself to succumb to the forbidden feelings he had held back for so long.
"I'm really worried about Daisuke guys." Hikari said. All the Digidestined, old and new, except for Daisuke, were in the Yagami apartment.
"Why, what did he do this time?" Miyako asked. Hikari shook her head.
"Nothing, it's just that, he's been acting weird lately. He wouldn't talk to me when I asked."
"Oh, there is something wrong." TK said. Yamato frowned at his brother before turning to Hikari.
"Hikari, maybe there's nothing wrong with him, maybe he just needs some time alone."
"Maybe..." But she didn't sound convinced. Taichi smiled and sat down beside Yamato.
"I'm sure it's nothing Hikari, you know Daisuke, he'll be back to his loud, bull-headed self in no time." Yamato smirked suddenly.
"You mean, he'll be just like you." Taichi flushed a deep red.
"I am not like that!"
"Wanna bet?"
"At least I'm not a selfish, self-absorbed brat." Yamato's eyes flashed dangerously.
"You take that back!"
"Make me!" Sora sighed. This was going to be a while. But what Hikari said worried her. She hoped Daisuke was okay.
Daisuke gave up on trying to keep up his facade, it wasn't worth the effort and time anymore. He will just have to concentrate on other things. His time was coming closer, and it made him nervous. He shook his head, he couldn't back out of this now. He will just have to concentrate on other things, like soccer, Ken perhaps, but most importantly: suicide. Hai, suicide. If you actually knew him, you wouldn't believe it. After all, he was Daisuke, the fiery one, the strong willed one, certainly not the kind who slit wrists and will jump off a bridge if he had half a chance. Yeah right, he thought, bakas. Of course he was suicidal, he had absolutely nothing to live for. As mentioned before, Daisuke had learned many years ago that there was an omnipotent being....and it hated him. It had to, it obviously didn't bother to make him correctly. Daisuke figured that many years ago, as he was being born, the being said, "Ya know, why don't I make this one's life a living hell? It will be fun to see how long he lasts." If everything goes well, 11 years, 11months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours, 2 minutes, and 49 seconds....pathetic, he was pathetic. Sighing mournfully, Daisuke flopped onto his bed. He had a sudden wish that Ken was with him. But he wasn't. And most likely never would be. That was his life: unfair and cruel. He glanced at his alarm clock, counting away the minutes to his salvation. Only half an hour left.
Ken rolled his pencil across his desk, bored out of his skull. He already knew this crap, why the hell was he in here? Being a genius had its ups and downs, this was in the "down" category....God, he was bored! Ken sighed as he leaned back in his chair. This was no fun. If Daisuke-kun were here....Ken shook his head, as if to bury that little thought. What was he thinking?!?! This was becoming a nasty little habit of his. Daisuke was, iie, *is* the enemy, the one who keeps foiling his genius plans and keeps him from ruling the Digiworld. It was his fault that he wasn't an emperor by now. All his damn fault. So, therefore, Ken should hate him....Then why couldn't he stop thinking about him all the time?!?! It made no sense at all. And Ken did not like things he didn't understand. He growled and stood. To hell with this!!! Ken marched out of the classroom, not caring that he was skipping. He needed to think.
Daisuke sat up and grabbed his jacket, trying not to wake up Chibimon. He tip-toed from his room and across the apartment. He thought about leaving a note, but decided against it. Nobody would care that he was gone....he slipped into his sneakers and stepped outside into the chilly October air. Daisuke walked down the dark street, his way occasionally lighted by a street lamp. He let his mind wander as he walked. Ken would be having his night classes by now....he tried in vain to ignore the pain that threatened to swallow him.
"Oi Daisuke!" A voice called from behind. Daisuke pretended not to hear the voice and began to walk faster. He couldn't face anyone right now. He felt somebody grab his shoulder and turn him around.
"Daisuke, why did you run from me? Are you okay?" Daisuke took a deep breath and forced himself to look at the person before him. He tried to smile, but failed. It was Ken, of all people, who had stopped him. And Daisuke was very confused at why he did.
"Oh, Ken. I didn't know it was you. Gomen." Was Ken being nice because they were in the real world?
"It's okay. Where were you off to?" Ken noticed that Daisuke was uncomfortable. Something was wrong, Ken could see that.
"What are you doing out this late? Dai..."
"It's nothing," Daisuke said quietly, "nothing at all. I have to go Ken. Ja." Daisuke squirmed out of Ken's grasp and ran. Ken stared after him.
"Daisuke..." Ken decided to follow him; not because he was worried mind you, just curious. He made sure that Daisuke didn't see him. Daisuke reached the park and walked down the path, his mind set on one thing: the bridge. There were no cliffs nearby for him to jump off of, but the bridge will do nicely. It was high enough that if he leapt off he would surely....and it would look like an accident. He reached the bridge and climbed up on its ledge. He looked down at the pavement below. It was time.
30 seconds....
Ken spotted Daisuke and gasped. He couldn't be....iie. IIE!....
20 seconds....
Ken broke out into a sprint towards the younger boy. Damn you Daisuke. Don't do this to me! He didn't stop to think about why he was doing this. Why was he so afraid?
10....
Daisuke took a deep breath and shuffled closer to the edge. So close, soon he will be free.....
1....
"Daisuke!" Daisuke whipped his head around.
"Ken..." He felt himself fall as he lost his balance.
"Daisuke!!!" Ken dove forward, trying to grab him. Ken felt his hand graze Daisuke's; but it was too late. He watched as Daisuke plummeted to the concrete, screaming. Ken looked away as Daisuke connected with the ground. Ken couldn't hold back a scream.
"Daisuke!!!!!!!!!!" In a moment of hysteria, Ken nearly jumped off the bridge himself, anything to reach the boy, but managed to gain control of himself at the last minute. He turned and ran. He found a path leading right under the bridge and sprinted down it. His breathing was ragged and his chest hurt, but not just from running.
"Please be alive....please." Ken reached the bridge and saw the body lying motionless on the ground. Ken reached Daisuke and fell on his knees. There was so much blood....Daisuke was lying in a pool of his own blood and looked so pale. He looked dead. What if he was? Ken gently cupped Daisuke's face and used his other hand to feel for a pulse. Ken usually didn't believe in miracles, but now he prayed that one would occur. He didn't feel a pulse, so he bent down and listened for the smallest of breaths. Iie, iie, iie.....Dead......Oh, Daisuke.....A small sob left Ken's throat and warm tears made his eyes sting and flow down his cheeks. Daisuke, who was the Forbidden Good that Ken had longed to have...... Daisuke was dead, and he could have saved him.....
October winds blew, freezing an already cold heart.........
~ Owari ~
Wow, I can't believe I actually wrote a sad ending....should I write another part? Only your reviews will tell. I'll write one if anybody wants me too.
DAISUKE: I can't believe you killed me.
ANGEL: Gomen, I didn't want to...it just....happened. But don't worry, it may not stay that way for long.
DAISUKE: Really?
ANGEL: Only the reviews will tell.
KEN: Please review so Daisuke-kun might come back to life. Because if you don't, who will I use my whip on?
DAISUKE: !!!!!!!
RYO: Don't you think you're a tad bit young?
KEN: Iie, in Japan, Digimon was actually a teen and adult anime. Little kids just watch it.
SEIJI: Oh. Well in any case. Review, or the authoress will take out her anger on us.....
RYO: That would be very bad.
DAISUKE: Whip...........
KEN: Please be nice and review.
RYO: All flames will go to me, I could use the heat.
ANGEL: Ja, for now. *cackles*