Well this took a while to do….. I'm going to try and up date once a week.
The continuing of this is due to the reviewers. Mainly Chrono contract I was impressed by the amount of updates it must have taken you awhile to type.
Ken
Violet eyes blinked open, surroundings swimming unfocused smearing.
Before a pale hand rubbed clarity back into the painfully tired eyes, and winced as his mind focused on something sticky smeared on his hand after feeling the dew damp grass beneath his other, realisation suddenly dawned.
Ken Ichijouji shot up panting eyes wide with horror, as his mind took in the blood smeared over his left hand, he immediately bit his bottom lip and gnawed on it fitfully he staggered to his feet one leg slightly numb causing him to stumble.
Not far from him the was a small boy, his eyes rolled to the top of his head his face tinted grey his shirt in tatters stained crimson mud smeared over scraped knees.
Ken's hand flew to his mouth as he stumbled backward and ran from the nightmare he had woken into, the yellow street lights shone heavily down giving everything a golden washed out look.
Not even aware of his own sobbing the boy ran through the streets, not even enough continuous thought to process the soft ring, and light coming from his mobile in his pocket.
Had the boy not been so distressed, it may have occurred to him to put his hood up or maybe not to run through the well lit streets.
I've done it again...was the only thing going through my head as my trainers thudded on cold concrete
Not again... as always paying attention to my surroundings were not on my top list of priority's, but considering that I'm a prodigy you'd of thought they were.
so I shouldn't of been surprised when my head collided with something firm but soft, and was sent reeling backwards on my rear, scraping my palms and causing my spine to suffer a slight bolt of pain.
"Ken Chan!!" suddenly I felt my chest being crushed painfully tight darting my narrowed eyes upwards they softened immediately.
"Moma..."
"Oh Ken... I thought I wasn't going to find you this time..."
I sank into her embrace, deciding to ignore her tears as she began to steer me to what I presume to be a near by bench, she gently sat me down her hand glided gently into my pocket.
"Its still charged ken why didn't you answer?" her sad yet hopeful eyes gazed into mine.
I casted mine down to the grey and black Nokia, almost in accusation as if all this disappointment and sadness came from it not me...
"Well I..." I didn't know what to say, lying is so much harder when not even yourself knows what you have done but I can say I have more than an inkling...
An exhausted sad smile came to my ivory face, my inky blue hair hiding my eyes.
"I got lost... I panicked I hoped if I kept going in the same direction I'd stumble on something familiar... I was too... out of it to notice my mobile..." I clutched it hard in my hand causing a dull ache in my icy hand.
"I'm sorry Moma..."
A relieved smile came over the older woman's features, the street light giving her face a strange glow.
"It's ok dear as long as you're safe..."
She took my cold hands in hers and pulled me to my feet, before a frown twisted her expression.
"Ken Chan?... "
My eyes flew to my hand that still had blood on, obviously no longer fresh but still... there…
"Your hand... Remind me to bandage it when we get home sweetie..." she gave the back of my hand a reassuring rub, and walked toward the curb trying to hail a Taxi.
A long sigh of relief escaped my lips she though it was from when we collided...
After 15 minutes of what seemed like an eternity, we managed to get a Taxi home Moma looked out of the window for the most part but would often squeeze my hand to remind me she was still there, despite the stinging it was pleasant...
Pleasant hanging on to the vain hope of her hand anchoring me to sanity, reality whatever that was I don't think any philosopher will ever figure that ever changing puzzle out...
"We're home Ken honey..."
The driver gave me an odd look, maybe it was my lack of embarrassment at her affection.
In current society you're supposed to be embarrassed of others affection or expressed love until you're older, even if every knows your rejection is fake.
but I a child prodigy has no time to waste on such meaningless sentiments and childish behaviour, but on further analysis I think it would have killed my mother all of my... Problems and constant rejection.
maybe she would have given me to them I shuddered and tried to distract myself of thoughts of Wormmon as I made my way through the dark corridors of our apartment, until we reached our door.
After the loud clinking of keys had finished, I made my way almost on auto pilot through the door.
"Ken I'll make you some hot chocolate go wash your hands ok?"
"Ok..."
I trudged into the darker corners of our apartment, flicking on the switches as I went.
Eventually I made it to the bath room, and scrubbed my hands watching with a detached sense of fascination at the vastly accumulating lather covering my blood and mud stained hands.
After 5 minutes of intense scrubbing, my hands were clean again though they probably wouldn't stay that way for long...
"Ken!! It's getting cold!!"
"Coming mama!!" I called back, quickly drying my hands in the already damp hand towel, and out of the bathroom trying to feign normalness by following the set routine.
"Where's Papa?"
She looked sad for a moment, but quickly smiled.
"He's having dinner with his boss today…."
"Oh……"
So……….
Instead of looking for his lost and ill son he decides to go skip off somewhere and ass lick does he?...
I could feel my lip curling in rage as it dawned on me that he made my mother stay to look for me, I could feel cold rage twisting darkly in my stomach……
"Ken honey?"
I stood up sharply making my chair let out a sharp screech.
"I going to my room to lie down I'll be fine by morning"
"But-"
I had already shut the door at that point, and locked the door to my small room. As flimsy as it was it did provide me with a small amount of privacy….
"Ken!!"
I flinched as Wormmon jumped from the top bunk and latched to my shirt, and brushed him off.
"Don't throw yourself at people like that Wormmon…" I growled, making the bugs antennae droop.
"Where have you been Ken?" Wormmon asked more warily, seeing that his master was in one of those moods which he let over take him at times.
"Been? I suppose I've ………"
A young child's face flashed before his eyes, and there after a mangled corpse.
I rubbed my temples tiredly.
"Falling back into old habits I suppose….."
Wormmon looked worried and seemed to be thinking hard about his next question, it seems the bug is learning things from me….
"Mas- Ken you haven't…. not like the last time… did you?" Wormmon winced as he almost fell back into our old ways of master and servant from my harshness, but by now I know better than to lie to him. Because if I did he'll go behind my back and seek 'Help' for melike last time, and that's something I can not afford this time around.
My mouth twitched slightly in amusement, but being my only confidant Wormmon has let his own dark side show, he feels so important that he is the only one I talk to he couldn't bear to let anyone replace him. I suppose even Digimon have they're own hidden agenda's.
"I cannot say for sure… but I am fairly certain that it is possible…"
Wormmon looked more sad than horrified, but then since the Kaizer fiasco nothing I do seems to horrify him anymore. If only those chosen children saw EVERYTHING I had done as the Kaizer, maybe then they would truly realise that I am beyond any kind of redemption.
"Was it young?..." the insect Digimon whispered.
Crossing my legs and turning my computer chair around, I answered him vaguely.
"Not particularly I presume…" I watched in fascination as the insectoid seemed to be deducing the information in its digital head, and had now apparently made its conclusion followed by a sigh of relief.
"They won't really look into it then" The Digimon then smiled, well I guess it smiled because with Wormmon mouth you can never be too sure, he slowly crawled over to me and nuzzled my leg.
"Don't worry Ken I'll protect you" Wormmon to a certain degree has always surprised me, despite all I have done it had remained steadfastly loyal and went along with whatever I wished no matter how despicable…. sometimes I'm thankful I got a virus Digimon, I thought as I petted his head affectionately.
After awhile of lying contentedly in his master's arms, the little virus's eyes snapped open and started to wriggle against the firm but gentle embrace.
"Hmmm?"
"Ken I forgot Daisuke contacted your D-terminal about the meeting place" cerulean eyes casted shamefully downwards.
"I'm sorry I forgot…. I was just-"
I simply raised my hand silencing him. "Don't worry Wormmon I understand and it's not that it is going to jeopardise anything" I glanced over at the round clock on the wall, whose ticking often drives me mad.
"Its only 4 plenty of time" I stood up and placed Wormmon on the side of the bunk, and let himself crawl up as I changed into some grey pyjamas. Which to me reflected my self flawlessly neutral no more no less.
I heaved my self up on the bunk, Wormmon scurried aside to make room for me as I adjusted myself. Squirmed under the quilts and pulled them close Wormmon snuggling next to me.
"We have along day tomorrow Wormmon… they're going to be watching us closely we only have one chance at this and I don't-"
"Don't worry Ken Chan I won't let you mess up I swear…"
A gentle smile curved my fatigued features.
"Thank you friend" Wormmon buried its head under my arm and sighed deeply, with I can only assume is contentment, but it is vital everything goes well tomorrow for my new start to work I can't allow myself to keep slipping up.
NEXT DAY 11.30AM
"Where is he!!" Miyako howled and stamped her foot hard on the tiled floor, making the sound echo in the mainly deserted computer room.
"I'm sure he'll be here soon" Soothed Hikari, though slight irritation creased her brow at her friends childish antics.
"Hi everybody!!" Daisuke shot through the door, Chibimon sticking out of his backpack his trainers squeaking on the tiles making Takeru wince.
"Yeah that's great Daisuke but when is Ken getting here!!" growled Miyako.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Everyone turned to the youngest chosen expectantly.
"He's not coming…"
"I'm sure the root of all evil was just humouring us, or after his mighty fall from Kaizer is now too much of a coward to come and face what he's destroyed…."
Daisuke eyes saddened, but still held his stubborn hope of thinking the best of people.
"I'm sure he's just-"
"I'm sorry I'm late…" I tried to keep my breathing steady, and tried to appear unruffled though I could feel beads of sweating prickling all over my body under my thin grey shirt.
Gently placing my black string bag on the table and loosen the cords so the small Digimon could squirm out.
"You took your time!!" scoffed Miyako Hikari frowned at her but said nothing to contradict
the statement, I tried to keep my face impassive but below the surface I was boiling.
'How dare she speak to me like that!!'
'She doesn't have to you know….."
I sighed feeling yet another migraine coming on. Sometimes I think I really should pay attention to my darker principles and just do away with the lot of them….. If only it was that simple…..
"Lets hurry we're already late!!" snarled Iori who thought they had already wasted enough time waiting for the psychotic genius.
I picked up Wormmon and walked up to the monitor, fumbling in my grey trouser pocket for my D3 before holding it ready to open the gate.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiisch!!"
"Gatomon!!" Hikari quickly snatched the feline Digimon up in her arms, and gently soothed her and looked at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry Ken she's just-"
I quickly raised my hand causing her Digimon to tense. "No need to explain I understand"
Hikari gave him a strained smile and walked over to Takeru, who seemed to have rekindled a new interest in the floor.
"Ready to go team?!" hollered Daisuke with his normal over enthusiastic enthusiasm, receiving the usual grunts of recognition before the group assembled themselves before the Digi-port.
This disorganized, un eager, unaware rabble defeated me?!
I shook my head in dismay, I suppose even brilliance can only understand so much…. But still rather a large blow to my fragile ego….
There was a time when nothing about me was fragile….
Is that really true?
Flash Back
"Ken!!"
Small legs stumbled and tripped as they scurried into a shared room in which the curtains were always closed, but everything in its place and in pristine condition.
"Yes Osamu?" wheezed a little boy as he tried to regain his breath after scrambling, and hastily bolting down the narrow corridor that led to their shared room.
I gulped nervously as Osamu stared down at me. My inky blue messy hair almost falling into my eyes making me blink rapidly at the stray hairs.
I didn't like the look in Osamu's eyes at least what I could see them, his eyes had that darkness about them the dusty violet colour seemed only to repel light so shadows seemed to lurk there.
Ken forced up a childish smile hoping all his naïve observations was all wrong and as always Osamu would remain his object of perfection.
Crack!!
Throbbing exploded down my jaw, sadly for me my observation wasn't wrong….. Sometimes first impressions are correct.
I raised my hand and gently, kneading the slowly swelling reddening flesh hoping my eyes conveyed what I was feeling right now….
"Don't look at me like that Ken!!" snarled Osamu, in his usual domineering way of his.
I continued to glare at him despite of the obvious consequences.
"I saw what you did to that cat!!" He hissed ironically enough….
My eyes widened in unconcealed horror. He knows... He knows!!.
My mind was positively screaming, my hands almost instantly began to feel clammy as tried to think of away to worm out of this one.
Clenching and unclenching my cold sweaty hands, almost psychotically by my sides I began to stutter.
"W-w-well O-Osamu its like t-this… I-"
"You liked hurting that cat didn't you Kenny?" his malicious intent was obvious, as he grabbed me by this wrist and dragged me across the room. My wrist gave a soft pop noise, but he paid it no heed as he shoved me on his computer chair and strode across the room to get his desk chair for himself.
"Why did you do it Ken chan?" His voice was almost mocking but still deceivingly sweet…
"Ken….."His voice grew more stern his eyes becoming no more than dark slits
Why had I done that? To show I could be ruthless too?
"I don't know" I whispered hoping that would satisfy.
"Really now??" laughed Osamu as he dragged his chair forward and closer to mine.
"I think you wanted some power didn't you Ken?"
"I- I…-"
"But sadly as always you don't understand the concept…"
"Then teach me!!" I blurted out wanting nothing more than to be on the same level on everything like my perfect brother.
Osamu smiled gently and ruffled my hair.
"Sure Ken but you have to do exactly like I say"
My face almost split from the huge smile I was beaming at my big brother as I nodded enthusiastically.
"Then Kenny boy you have a lot to learn!!"
Osamu grabbed my wrist and twisted it in one hard fluid motion and yanked I swore I heard something snap, something that for once wasn't me………..
Well this is starting to turn out differently than I had thought especially Ken's relationship with Osamu…. Oh well I did my best I think I may have to up the rating after this chapter im still vague how the rating system works and what qualifies as what but to be on the safe side I'll put it up hope you've enjoyed this chapter and please
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