Lord and Lady bless, am I going to get flamed for this one.
I don't want to spoil the surprise, but let's just say it's dark. Very dark. So dark it makes Moth and Flame look like a happy fluff piece in comparison. Okay? So lets get this moving.
*********
They all have me wrong.
People and Digimon would see me as a completely evil being, the head and perfection of all darkness. Unfeeling, heartless, more a force of nature than a human being.
That's wrong.
I am, perhaps, more perfect than most. I have more power. I am smarter. But I am no force of nature. I feel. I hurt.
I love.
I wish I didn't, but I do. I love my enemy, Daisuke Motomiya.
And he knows it. And he returns those feelings.
We've been meeting in secret for a while now. This charade drains us both, hurts us both.
And since I love him, and I want to spare him pain, the charade will end soon.
Tonight.
It will end tonight.
*****
He waits for me in our designated meeting place. It is a strand of trees, just out of sight of my fortress. As I walk throught the concealing curtain of pine, I see him seated on a rock near the center. He is beautiful, an angel. In his hand he holds a bunch of wildflowers. Something common, but pretty. I am touched by the guesture.
He looks up to see me and his face is transformed. You could light half the world with the glow.
"Ken." He half-whispers. "I've been waiting for you." He smiles and blushes. He has quite a pretty blush. "Here," he says, offering the flowers. "These are for you."
I take them. "They are beautiful, my Daisuke." I lift them to my face and sniff. Then I take a seat on the rock. He sits next to me and I wrap my arms around him.
This feels good.
"I forgot how much I missed you, my Daisuke." I whisper.
He half-turns and looks up at me. "I'm sorry we can't see each other as much as we'd like." I say. He reaches a hand and traces my cheekbones, then removes my glasses.
He loves to look at my eyes.
I give him a small smile and pull him in for a deep kiss. I love him, more than life itself.
And we shouldn't have to play this game.
He is so distracted by the kiss that he doesn't notice my hand move to my belt. One hand stays nestled between his shoulderblades, holding the flowers. The other grabs what I have hidden.
He breaks off for a second and looks in my eyes. "Ken." He says. "What's wrong."
"I love you, my Daisuke."
He smiles. "Me too." Then he stops for a second. "I mean, I love you Ken."
I pull him in again and he closes his eyes as our lips meet.
And he doesn't notice as I pull the knife out of my belt and hold it to his back. And it takes all my will to push it home.
He gasps and tenses in my arms. "Ken..." He whispers. "Why?"
"I love you, my Daisuke. That's why." His life flows over my hands, warm and red.
I wished to spare him pain, to keep him safe.
It was mercy.
I reach out a hand stained with the life's blood of my love and close his eyes. I compose his body.
He is beautiful, even in death.
With a last motion, I take the flowers he brought me. They are stained with his blood.
I did what I had to do.
I walk back to my fortress as they are washed by my tears.
I don't want to spoil the surprise, but let's just say it's dark. Very dark. So dark it makes Moth and Flame look like a happy fluff piece in comparison. Okay? So lets get this moving.
*********
They all have me wrong.
People and Digimon would see me as a completely evil being, the head and perfection of all darkness. Unfeeling, heartless, more a force of nature than a human being.
That's wrong.
I am, perhaps, more perfect than most. I have more power. I am smarter. But I am no force of nature. I feel. I hurt.
I love.
I wish I didn't, but I do. I love my enemy, Daisuke Motomiya.
And he knows it. And he returns those feelings.
We've been meeting in secret for a while now. This charade drains us both, hurts us both.
And since I love him, and I want to spare him pain, the charade will end soon.
Tonight.
It will end tonight.
*****
He waits for me in our designated meeting place. It is a strand of trees, just out of sight of my fortress. As I walk throught the concealing curtain of pine, I see him seated on a rock near the center. He is beautiful, an angel. In his hand he holds a bunch of wildflowers. Something common, but pretty. I am touched by the guesture.
He looks up to see me and his face is transformed. You could light half the world with the glow.
"Ken." He half-whispers. "I've been waiting for you." He smiles and blushes. He has quite a pretty blush. "Here," he says, offering the flowers. "These are for you."
I take them. "They are beautiful, my Daisuke." I lift them to my face and sniff. Then I take a seat on the rock. He sits next to me and I wrap my arms around him.
This feels good.
"I forgot how much I missed you, my Daisuke." I whisper.
He half-turns and looks up at me. "I'm sorry we can't see each other as much as we'd like." I say. He reaches a hand and traces my cheekbones, then removes my glasses.
He loves to look at my eyes.
I give him a small smile and pull him in for a deep kiss. I love him, more than life itself.
And we shouldn't have to play this game.
He is so distracted by the kiss that he doesn't notice my hand move to my belt. One hand stays nestled between his shoulderblades, holding the flowers. The other grabs what I have hidden.
He breaks off for a second and looks in my eyes. "Ken." He says. "What's wrong."
"I love you, my Daisuke."
He smiles. "Me too." Then he stops for a second. "I mean, I love you Ken."
I pull him in again and he closes his eyes as our lips meet.
And he doesn't notice as I pull the knife out of my belt and hold it to his back. And it takes all my will to push it home.
He gasps and tenses in my arms. "Ken..." He whispers. "Why?"
"I love you, my Daisuke. That's why." His life flows over my hands, warm and red.
I wished to spare him pain, to keep him safe.
It was mercy.
I reach out a hand stained with the life's blood of my love and close his eyes. I compose his body.
He is beautiful, even in death.
With a last motion, I take the flowers he brought me. They are stained with his blood.
I did what I had to do.
I walk back to my fortress as they are washed by my tears.