Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Do I really need to say more?
The Digimon Kaizer let out a cackle, whip snapping as he strolled towards his destination. He knew he looked good, the blue trousers were tight around his soccer-toned legs, his shirt was practically sprayed onto his body and the cape billowed menacingly behind him. A pair of dark glasses hid his eyes, dark gloves covered his hands, and spiky hair completed the look.
The Kaizer heard a gasp as he continued on his journey, but saw nothing. He smirked. "You should be scared," he threatened, not looking back to see what had made the noise.
His digimon partner walked a few steps behind him, looking at his partner with a mix of admiration, love and fright. He had never seen his human-partner act this way before.
The Kaizer rounded the corner, he was not far from his final destination. "Hurry up!" He commanded, as the scared digimon rushed to catch up. He walked towards a building, pushing the button for the elevator, ushering his digimon into the small space. He waited (rather impatiently) for the elevator doors to open, before walking the final stretch, raising his arm, and knocking on the door.
"Takaishi residence!" A tall boy, with dark hair and a painted face opened the door, freezing once he saw who it was. "Dai-Daisuke?"
The Kaizer grinned. "Ken! Told you I would have a good costume!"
Steph-Hime: So I haven't wrote Digimon Fiction in the longest time. I have other works in progress, maybe I'll upload them once complete.
