Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. This story was inspired by the song "Ghost," preformed by the Indigo Girls. The song was composed by Emily Saliers.
Ken began to go through his desk; he hadn't done that in ages. He pulled out a bunch of unsorted papers from a drawer and placed them on the desk. Ken began to sort through them and found a paper he had forgotten about. It held his surrender to the Chosen Children. Although it had been three years, he had never forgotten the Digital World or anything about that time. They had taken it away from him, but by then, he didn't want it anymore. He had changed, but none had believed him. Correction, one believed him; mainly because she caused the change. Although Ken never saw her, he would never forget her. He wasn't sure if he could, but he knew he didn't want to. It was winter, he always remembered her in winter, because that was when she first started changing him.
Miyako sighed as she saw Ken on the TV again. It's hard to get over a guy when you had to keep seeing him all the time. It would be three years since her capture next month. Did he keep that time treasured too? Did he recount that as some of the happiest time in his life? At first, she hated being in the dungeon with him visiting her every day to tell her how much better he was. But, day by day, she started to fall for him. She didn't even know how she forgot he was evil. By the end, she cried when they tried to save her, she didn't want to leave Ken.
Ken put up his collar as he walked out the door to hide his face from the world. He wanted to stop being famous, but he had given up. The public thought he was the poster boy for perfect, but he wasn't. He had done terrible things. Now, he had to live with that pain, alone. He had no contact with the Chosen Children and the only one who would keep him company they had taken away. They had taken away Wormmon. He missed the digimon more than he could say. He didn't know he would miss him so much. He also missed her. Miyako. He didn't deserve her; she was wonderful. Yet, she was the only one he wanted. Girls would throw themselves at Ken, but he always refused. He wondered if Miyako still remembered him, if she still loved him. Ken would have offered her his body and soul, if the others had let him. They didn't let Ken get close to her when they rescued her. He had let them. Ken couldn't look at her anymore. When he did, he wanted to bring her to his bedroom, and that thought made him shudder. He couldn't force her to do that. So, he let the others free her. He wished he had done something to compel her to stay, but he didn't want to force her. Ken wanted Miyako to stay with him of his own accord because he needed her. Whenever his conscious spoke to him, it was always through her voice. He still loved her.
Miyako had never told anyone the extent of her feelings for the Digimon Kaiser. They all thought it was a harmless crush, with no weight behind it. They wouldn't understand that she loved him and wanted to follow him anywhere. She often dreamt about him and the things he could do to her. She had seen his bedroom in the base only once. It was the day before her escape. He had led her there and kissed her. It was what she had wanted. His hands began move around her back. Miyako encouraged him, but Ken pulled away. He sent her back to her cell. In her dreams, he didn't stop. She enjoyed those dreams better then the ones of the day he beat her. Ken had only hit her once with his whip, but it hurt, along with his verbal assaults. Miyako didn't know how she fell in love with him.
She pulled out her D3 and Ken's. She wasn't supposed to have his. Koushirou was supposed to destroy it. She had convinced him that she needed it to get over Ken. In truth, she wanted something to remind her that her dreams and longing were based on a real event. Miyako knew she had manipulated Koushirou's feelings to get the D3 and she felt bad, but she couldn't stand for it to be destroyed. In her mind, Ken was a Chosen Child like the rest of them. She put the devices back in her purse (she never went far without them) as she approached the restaurant. Hikari had set up a blind date for her and she couldn't refuse it. Hikari wouldn't let her.
Ken thought he was going crazy. He thought he saw Miyako on the street, but when he went to take a better look she was gone. Every single day, part of his life left him, because he couldn't see her. Every night the pain dulled slightly, but was ripped open by morning. He spent his nights with her in his dreams. He imagined the perfect life for them. The ache in his head and chest would be gone. However, in the morning, his beautiful dream life was gone and the pain would be renewed. Ken knew he would slip into madness forever soon. It played at the edges of his vision. He didn't care. He wanted his fantasy life to take over.
Miyako looked through the window of the restaurant where she was supposed to meet this guy that Hikari promised she would like. She saw Hikari talking to a guy with red hair who looked familiar. No...couldn't be. Not Koushirou. He had a rose, just like Hikari said. Hikari had set Miyako up with Koushirou. This was worse than some stranger. With a stranger she could just say she wasn't interested and she would never see them again. With Koushirou...she didn't want to hurt him.
Miyako ran. Didn't they understand she loved Ken? That she could never love anyone besides him. Miyako ran away and into an alleyway to be alone. She didn't think that this was a bad idea. She just wanted to cry alone.
Ken was sure now that it was Miyako he saw. She was running away, upset by something. He wondered if she had seen him. He followed her. Ken hadn't seen her in three years. He couldn't let her go, now when she was crying. He wanted her back in his arms. He wanted to claim her as his love forever. She ran down a dark alley and he followed, worried. Dark allies were bad places for beautiful angels. She leaned against the wall, crying into her hands. Ken watched her, heart broken. She was too beautiful to cry, too wonderful. Just a chance to be close to her made him feel weak. Miyako was his soft spot; she had been for the last three years.
Miyako leaned against the wall. She felt terrible for standing up Koushirou, but she couldn't go through with it. She had never told the others how she could never get over Ken. It hurt that she couldn't tell them. Miyako was loud by nature, but they wouldn't understand. She had tried to tell Hikari once, but that had caused this blind date.
She wiped her eyes when she thought the tears were gone. She heard footsteps and her breath caught in her throat. Miyako looked up carefully, scared. She should have thought before she walked into a dark alley. She gasped when she recognized his blue hair from the television before. She opened her mouth to speak, but didn't say anything. Instead, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. She felt him stiffen, but only held him closer. She rested her head against his chest. It felt good to be close to him again. She felt safe.
Ken couldn't believe this. He hugged her back and ran his hands through her hair. Her shampoo smelled like flowers and calmed him. He prayed she wasn't a dream; that he was awake. Don't leave me, he thought to himself.