The Indigo Dragon
By Kleo Neko
Kleo: Hello people! I am Kleo! MYAH!! Taiki: Or maybe Kleo the duck? Impmon: No, Kleo the Neko! Kleo: No! Now I ish Yami Kleo!! ^-^;; Impmon: ~rolls eyes~ What's up with all your mood swings? Kleo: ~in a depressed fashion~ Don't know, don't care ~_~. Taiki: Mood swings. ~sighs~ Kleo: Enjoy the fic folks!! ^___^ Impmon/Taiki: @_@!
I was at the age of sixteen at the time, when it had all began. I kept it a secret from everyone, my mother, my father, and even my best friend and digimon partner, Wormmon.
My secret was my relationship with a fellow student whom I had met at my normal high school in Tamachi.
I had always been very shy and even a little afraid of other people. Well.except for back when I was the Digimon Kaiser. But I don't want to think about it, it's a tender subject in which will only return the pain and guilt I had always felt for my ridicules actions as the evil Kaiser. Ah, I'm straying away from the subject, so sorry for my rambling.
So anyway, it was the first day of the brand new school year in Tamachi High School. I was dressed in my newly washed black plaid school uniform and my new and stiff, black shoes.
My mother had told me to try and look my best while she gently pulled a brush threw my long, indigo hair. After she had finished the task she backed away a few steps to get a good look at me in my uniform with my finely brushed hair.
"You look so handsome," She said in a tender motherly tone. "Have a good first day of school," she said while handing me my school suitcase. I nodded to her and smiled reassuringly. She smiled back and waved me out the door. I waved good bye to her. The wind pushed against me as I walked down hill to the newly built high school. My hair blew in my face, some catching in my mouth.
I spat out my hair and pushed it back behind my ear so it wouldn't cause me anymore problems on my way.
Over all my looks hadn't really changed from when I was a younger boy, except that my dark, indigo hair was a little longer than it had been back then. And granted, I am a bit taller. Otherwise, nothing had really changed during the years. And somehow, I'm happy about that.
I continued walking until I reached the pale blue painted front of the two storied school. I stared at it for several minutes. I was nervous and scared to go inside. What happened years ago when I was younger still played itself over and over inside my mind.
~*~Flash Back~*~
I was failing almost miserably in my school. The principal had called my parents earlier that morning and said he would like to have a meeting with them.and to bring me as well.
When we had arrived the principal led us into his office. My mother was crying softly into my father's strong shoulder. My father put a reassuring arm around her. And yet a serious frown was still placed on his sturdy face.
There were four chairs set up inside his rounded office room. Each chair was made up of gray and black fabric, nothing special. Awards hung around the gray room. One for a 'Best Teaching School' award. Another for 'Best Soccer Team in the District'. I frowned as I took notice to when it was awarded; it was awarded when I was the Kaiser.
The principal gestured my parents and I to sit in the chairs that stood in front of his desk. They did so as my mother pulled a white tissue from a nearby tissue box and hid her tear stained face in it, she was still quietly sobbing.
It hurt me so much to see her like that.
I took a seat in a chair, another away from the others. My head bowed down and my long hair covered my ever-paling face.
The principal, Mr. Gentaru, addressed my parents politely.
It made me sick to see the way he was handling this. We all knew what was to come. Why is he doing this to me?
I get it; he wants me to hurt. Yes, he wants me to feel pain and suffer. Make fun of the once most intelligent child, me, Ken Ichijouji.
"Well, Ichijouji-san," his stone gray eyes met my fathers. "I know this is an overwhelming experience, your son had been missing for such a long time and everything."
"Thanks for reminding me." I told no one but myself angrily.
"But the school board has decided it was in yours and your son's best interest to move to a different school, a well.more normal one. We feel he would do much better on tests and home work in a different one."
"My interest?!" My blood boiled and my face turned red in anger. Right then I would have kicked him, punched him, anything. Anything.
My mother's sobs grew louder with every word.
My father's hand gently patted and stroked her trembling back. His gaze soon rose back Mr. Gentaru's.
"Alright," he said emotionlessly.
I could have cried. And I did. My sturdy wall of pride had fallen. Suddenly, I just didn't seem so special anymore. My wall had crumbled and scattered itself in my tears.
*
I refused to talk to the un-welcoming crowed of news reporters whom tried to yell over one and other their stupid irritating questions. They swarmed around me like bees pointing their microphones and cameras to my face. I glared in hope they'd get the message and leave.
"Ichijouji-san, is it true your not a genius anymore?!" Asked one brown- haired man with a gruff voice.
"Ichijouji-san, are you just pretending to be stupid for less attention?!" Asked another, a blonde woman whom I recognized from some previous interviews.
"Ichijouji-kun.Wait!"
Tears formed in my eyes. Without a look back, I ran away from them, tears falling from my flushed cheeks as I did.
"Ichijouji-kun!!"
I went faster; the fastest my legs could carry me.
It was going to be my first day of normal school.
*
Some were amazed I was there and said nothing. Other's wondered why I was among them and questioned me, but all I returned was a threatening glare shoot in their direction. And the worst, were those who thought I'd suddenly become 'too stupid' for the more advanced private school I had been in before.
It was awful; they pointed and laughed wildly at me in the halls while I tried hiding my face behind my school supplies as I walked pass. They taunted out loud for everyone to hear. They touched me, poking my shoulder; a slight kick in the leg...One boy, older than I, whose face was marred with makeup, had even threatened me. As in beating me and then killing me. I was afraid to tell anyone then; now I know better.
I spent the rest of the day and school year doing my best to avoid contact with others except my thrust worthy friends.
Because now they knew of my vulnerability.
~*~End Flash Back~*~ But I did have friends. I still kept in contact with everyone, Daisuke, Hikari, Takeru, Miyako, Iori, .everyone. We'd all grown closer though, a bigger and more excepting friendship like none other. I would have never guessed I would be so lucky as to finally have real friends. Good friends.
*
So, there I was, it was time for lunch. I sat down at an old, rickety, red painted bench in the lunchroom. I wished once again that my friends could live around me. I hated having to be alone. It made me more vulnerable to other people, and of course, evil.
I shuddered at the horrible thought.
Then he walked by with his gang of troublemakers; the popular guy named Gomakashi Koroshimonku.
He had a big, bright tattoo with his gang symbol proudly labeled upon the side of his thick neck. It was in the shape of an evil looking black and red dragon with knives in the background. The knives in the back were labeled with what I guessed were group symbols of some sort; an alphabet that only they would know.
I had noticed he (Gomakashi) particularly liked to show that off to other people, perhaps maybe people will think he's a 'big brave' rebellious teenager? I know I wouldn't. I don't know why he does it.
He brushed his long, light, golden brown bangs from his face (and away from the area under his left ear as well). He smirked at me from over the other members.
I quickly looked down and focused all of my attention to my small, black lunch box in which my mother had graciously packed for me that morning. I also tried to hide my face behind it and keep my eyes focused down cased.
I heard a wild laugh, the kind only a teenage boy could make. Suddenly a large hand patted the top of my head roughly. It was very uncomfortable. I quickly glared at the perpetrator.
Gomakashi.
"What's up dog?" He asked and laughed, as did his gang members. I sank even further into the bench. Any further and I would have been on the yellow tiled floor.
"Was he calling me a. bitch?" I faintly wondered.
"Hey, you're that child genius guy, Ken Ichijouji, aren't you?" Asked a dark green, messy haired male.
I nodded, hoping they would finally go away and leave me in peace.
My hopes gave up as I felt a strong arm wrapping like a snake around my shoulders; I began to get very uncomfortable at the physical contact.
"Well, well, heard you moved down to one of our schools. What's wrong? Not as smart as everyone thought? Becomin' one of us?" A redheaded female asked while they all threw their heads back in laughter.
I honestly didn't know what she had meant by 'becoming one of us', but I certainly understood the rest.
"No. I just decided to try and spend more time with friends then with my studying."
"Friends?" questioned Gomakashi pulling his arm off my shoulder and squatting on the floor right next to me. My hair then covered even more of my face as I felt his hard gaze on me and hot breath at my neck. "Where are these friends you speak of?" His smile widened.
"They. they don't live around here." From the corner of my eye, I could see him turning his head to say something to the rest of his gang. I couldn't hear what he was saying though. He was so quiet.
When he turned back to me there was a "whooshing" sound. I picked my head up a bit and turned to look at him. His brown eyes tore again at me as I did so. He opened his mouth to speak. "We'll be your friends here then." He turned his head and nodded. The rest of the gang nodded at me as well. I didn't know what to do.
"Welcome to the Sinister Dragon Gang," the green haired girl from before said and clamped her arm around my shoulder and pat my back.
That was when all the trouble started.
By Kleo Neko
Kleo: Hello people! I am Kleo! MYAH!! Taiki: Or maybe Kleo the duck? Impmon: No, Kleo the Neko! Kleo: No! Now I ish Yami Kleo!! ^-^;; Impmon: ~rolls eyes~ What's up with all your mood swings? Kleo: ~in a depressed fashion~ Don't know, don't care ~_~. Taiki: Mood swings. ~sighs~ Kleo: Enjoy the fic folks!! ^___^ Impmon/Taiki: @_@!
I was at the age of sixteen at the time, when it had all began. I kept it a secret from everyone, my mother, my father, and even my best friend and digimon partner, Wormmon.
My secret was my relationship with a fellow student whom I had met at my normal high school in Tamachi.
I had always been very shy and even a little afraid of other people. Well.except for back when I was the Digimon Kaiser. But I don't want to think about it, it's a tender subject in which will only return the pain and guilt I had always felt for my ridicules actions as the evil Kaiser. Ah, I'm straying away from the subject, so sorry for my rambling.
So anyway, it was the first day of the brand new school year in Tamachi High School. I was dressed in my newly washed black plaid school uniform and my new and stiff, black shoes.
My mother had told me to try and look my best while she gently pulled a brush threw my long, indigo hair. After she had finished the task she backed away a few steps to get a good look at me in my uniform with my finely brushed hair.
"You look so handsome," She said in a tender motherly tone. "Have a good first day of school," she said while handing me my school suitcase. I nodded to her and smiled reassuringly. She smiled back and waved me out the door. I waved good bye to her. The wind pushed against me as I walked down hill to the newly built high school. My hair blew in my face, some catching in my mouth.
I spat out my hair and pushed it back behind my ear so it wouldn't cause me anymore problems on my way.
Over all my looks hadn't really changed from when I was a younger boy, except that my dark, indigo hair was a little longer than it had been back then. And granted, I am a bit taller. Otherwise, nothing had really changed during the years. And somehow, I'm happy about that.
I continued walking until I reached the pale blue painted front of the two storied school. I stared at it for several minutes. I was nervous and scared to go inside. What happened years ago when I was younger still played itself over and over inside my mind.
~*~Flash Back~*~
I was failing almost miserably in my school. The principal had called my parents earlier that morning and said he would like to have a meeting with them.and to bring me as well.
When we had arrived the principal led us into his office. My mother was crying softly into my father's strong shoulder. My father put a reassuring arm around her. And yet a serious frown was still placed on his sturdy face.
There were four chairs set up inside his rounded office room. Each chair was made up of gray and black fabric, nothing special. Awards hung around the gray room. One for a 'Best Teaching School' award. Another for 'Best Soccer Team in the District'. I frowned as I took notice to when it was awarded; it was awarded when I was the Kaiser.
The principal gestured my parents and I to sit in the chairs that stood in front of his desk. They did so as my mother pulled a white tissue from a nearby tissue box and hid her tear stained face in it, she was still quietly sobbing.
It hurt me so much to see her like that.
I took a seat in a chair, another away from the others. My head bowed down and my long hair covered my ever-paling face.
The principal, Mr. Gentaru, addressed my parents politely.
It made me sick to see the way he was handling this. We all knew what was to come. Why is he doing this to me?
I get it; he wants me to hurt. Yes, he wants me to feel pain and suffer. Make fun of the once most intelligent child, me, Ken Ichijouji.
"Well, Ichijouji-san," his stone gray eyes met my fathers. "I know this is an overwhelming experience, your son had been missing for such a long time and everything."
"Thanks for reminding me." I told no one but myself angrily.
"But the school board has decided it was in yours and your son's best interest to move to a different school, a well.more normal one. We feel he would do much better on tests and home work in a different one."
"My interest?!" My blood boiled and my face turned red in anger. Right then I would have kicked him, punched him, anything. Anything.
My mother's sobs grew louder with every word.
My father's hand gently patted and stroked her trembling back. His gaze soon rose back Mr. Gentaru's.
"Alright," he said emotionlessly.
I could have cried. And I did. My sturdy wall of pride had fallen. Suddenly, I just didn't seem so special anymore. My wall had crumbled and scattered itself in my tears.
*
I refused to talk to the un-welcoming crowed of news reporters whom tried to yell over one and other their stupid irritating questions. They swarmed around me like bees pointing their microphones and cameras to my face. I glared in hope they'd get the message and leave.
"Ichijouji-san, is it true your not a genius anymore?!" Asked one brown- haired man with a gruff voice.
"Ichijouji-san, are you just pretending to be stupid for less attention?!" Asked another, a blonde woman whom I recognized from some previous interviews.
"Ichijouji-kun.Wait!"
Tears formed in my eyes. Without a look back, I ran away from them, tears falling from my flushed cheeks as I did.
"Ichijouji-kun!!"
I went faster; the fastest my legs could carry me.
It was going to be my first day of normal school.
*
Some were amazed I was there and said nothing. Other's wondered why I was among them and questioned me, but all I returned was a threatening glare shoot in their direction. And the worst, were those who thought I'd suddenly become 'too stupid' for the more advanced private school I had been in before.
It was awful; they pointed and laughed wildly at me in the halls while I tried hiding my face behind my school supplies as I walked pass. They taunted out loud for everyone to hear. They touched me, poking my shoulder; a slight kick in the leg...One boy, older than I, whose face was marred with makeup, had even threatened me. As in beating me and then killing me. I was afraid to tell anyone then; now I know better.
I spent the rest of the day and school year doing my best to avoid contact with others except my thrust worthy friends.
Because now they knew of my vulnerability.
~*~End Flash Back~*~ But I did have friends. I still kept in contact with everyone, Daisuke, Hikari, Takeru, Miyako, Iori, .everyone. We'd all grown closer though, a bigger and more excepting friendship like none other. I would have never guessed I would be so lucky as to finally have real friends. Good friends.
*
So, there I was, it was time for lunch. I sat down at an old, rickety, red painted bench in the lunchroom. I wished once again that my friends could live around me. I hated having to be alone. It made me more vulnerable to other people, and of course, evil.
I shuddered at the horrible thought.
Then he walked by with his gang of troublemakers; the popular guy named Gomakashi Koroshimonku.
He had a big, bright tattoo with his gang symbol proudly labeled upon the side of his thick neck. It was in the shape of an evil looking black and red dragon with knives in the background. The knives in the back were labeled with what I guessed were group symbols of some sort; an alphabet that only they would know.
I had noticed he (Gomakashi) particularly liked to show that off to other people, perhaps maybe people will think he's a 'big brave' rebellious teenager? I know I wouldn't. I don't know why he does it.
He brushed his long, light, golden brown bangs from his face (and away from the area under his left ear as well). He smirked at me from over the other members.
I quickly looked down and focused all of my attention to my small, black lunch box in which my mother had graciously packed for me that morning. I also tried to hide my face behind it and keep my eyes focused down cased.
I heard a wild laugh, the kind only a teenage boy could make. Suddenly a large hand patted the top of my head roughly. It was very uncomfortable. I quickly glared at the perpetrator.
Gomakashi.
"What's up dog?" He asked and laughed, as did his gang members. I sank even further into the bench. Any further and I would have been on the yellow tiled floor.
"Was he calling me a. bitch?" I faintly wondered.
"Hey, you're that child genius guy, Ken Ichijouji, aren't you?" Asked a dark green, messy haired male.
I nodded, hoping they would finally go away and leave me in peace.
My hopes gave up as I felt a strong arm wrapping like a snake around my shoulders; I began to get very uncomfortable at the physical contact.
"Well, well, heard you moved down to one of our schools. What's wrong? Not as smart as everyone thought? Becomin' one of us?" A redheaded female asked while they all threw their heads back in laughter.
I honestly didn't know what she had meant by 'becoming one of us', but I certainly understood the rest.
"No. I just decided to try and spend more time with friends then with my studying."
"Friends?" questioned Gomakashi pulling his arm off my shoulder and squatting on the floor right next to me. My hair then covered even more of my face as I felt his hard gaze on me and hot breath at my neck. "Where are these friends you speak of?" His smile widened.
"They. they don't live around here." From the corner of my eye, I could see him turning his head to say something to the rest of his gang. I couldn't hear what he was saying though. He was so quiet.
When he turned back to me there was a "whooshing" sound. I picked my head up a bit and turned to look at him. His brown eyes tore again at me as I did so. He opened his mouth to speak. "We'll be your friends here then." He turned his head and nodded. The rest of the gang nodded at me as well. I didn't know what to do.
"Welcome to the Sinister Dragon Gang," the green haired girl from before said and clamped her arm around my shoulder and pat my back.
That was when all the trouble started.