Legal Disclaimer: I stake claim on neither Digimon nor its characters.
Warnings: Possible Out of Character-ness and changes to original plot line.
Excuse: I have not watched Digimon in some odd two years and most everything is based off a poor memory.
Note(s): I found this Japanese lullaby at this little nifty site: www(dot)geocities(dot)com/kblincoln/miabb/jpllmori(dot)html
Thanks to those that take the time to read this story, I hope it provides at least some meager entertainment. Though if you think that dialogue between Digidestined and Digimon is boring, then this chapter will prove to be utterly meaningless to your enjoyment... And you'll probably give up reading this fic xD;
I heart Chibimon.
Date: 5.24.06
Violation II – Set the Stage
"Mori no fukuro ga iimashita…"
The forest owl said…
"Watashi wa mori no mihari yaku.."
I am the guardian of the forest…
"Kowai okami, kitsune nado…"
Fearsome wolves and foxes and the like…
"Kosasenai kara ne ne shina…"
Won't be allowed to come near, so sleep, sleep…
"Damn. I must be desperate if I'm singing lullabies to myself."
Eyes of red cinnamon remained fixated on the plain ceiling of Daisuke's bedroom, as they had been for the past hour or so. The soccer player sighed gently; irritated that sleep would not overcome his drained body. Encased by the obscuring security of night's darkness, Daisuke laid on his bed, his blankets tossed about him and his wiry arms behind his head of wild burgundy tresses. Chibimon slept beside him, finally satiated after five peanut butter sandwiches and a bowl of ice cream.
For a moment, Daisuke took the time to envy the sleeping digimon.
Sighing in a resigned manner, the teen closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep.
No such luck for the little soccer player.
"Davish? Are you sleeping?"
Huh. Apparently, Chibimon was not asleep after all.
Groaning, the Holder of Courage rolled over on his side with his back to the digimon before answering nonchalantly, "Yes… or at least I'm trying anyway."
"Davish." In a single, albeit sluggish leap, the digital monster was on his feet and towering near Daisuke's head. "Davish! Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"Because you're talking to me?"
Daisuke could feel Chibimon blinking. "Really?"
Smiling, the soccer player rolled over to face his digital partner, shaking his head in accompaniment of his vocal answer. "No. I just… can't sleep is all."
"Is it because of earlier?"
Daisuke's lips twitched as the dim glow of his smile faded into the darkness, "… Yeah. I guess, I just have a lot of things on my mind."
"You must not normally have lots of things in your mind Davish. 'Cause mostly you can fall asleep all the time!"
"Hey…" His mock warning tone came off as flat, weariness dousing any flames for fun.
Falling back to sit down with a soft "Oomph," the little dragon stared at his human partner with confused despair. He was not sure what was forcing Daisuke into this poignant state, but all the little one knew was that it was making him distressed as well.
"I mean… it's just that… You know, Tai gave me these goggles and it kind of made me the leader of the Digidestined right?" Chibimon's eyes rose to the teen's tanned features as he spoke, noticing the dreamy state of Daisuke's gaze. "And well, I can't help but wonder sometimes if he should've given them to TE or something like that. The others like him more anyway."
"Davish…" Uncertainty hesitated Chibimon voice. Human affairs, the digimon had discovered, were not to be trifled with.
"Well anyway, enough about that." Combing a hand through burgundy tresses, the teen's expression became more curious. "What do you think is up with Ken nowadays? It's as if he's going on a homicidal streak or something."
This earned Daisuke a look.
"Well, more than usual anyway."
The amendment gained an agreeing nod of the blue and white head.
"He even went as far as to blow up one of his own bases. And all the Digimon he… killed…" Tanned fingers balled up so his hands could form a tight fist; anger beginning to course through his lithe frame. "He just seems so… impatient and angry. Doesn't he Chibimon?"
High-pitched giggles pierced the darkness, the source of them none other than the dragon type digimon. Confusion displayed itself clearly in cinnamon eyes and an arched brow, "Hey what're you laughing at?"
"It's just funny… to hear you calling someone else impatient Davish."
Resisting the urge to thwack his partner with a pillow, Daisuke merely laughed as well. "Yeah well… S'not like you're much better than I am." As the laughter died, an idea surfaced to the soccer player's mind. Sitting up in bed, the male answered Chibimon's curious stare by stating simply, "Hey Chibimon? What's say you and I go to the Digital World?"
- - - - -
"Are you sure we should be out this late Davis?"
"Don't worry about it Veemon. It's Saturday tomorrow, so it's not like I have school." Lugging a thick, black book and a pencil in one yellow-gloved hand, the Holder of Courage allowed his eyes to wander about the regal appearance of the Digital World, moonlight enhancing its beauty by ten fold. "Man, I'm glad Mom finally let me have a computer in my own room. It makes sneaking off to the Digital World easier."
"Yup."
Orange and white boots trekked softly through the forest grounds, walking purposely towards a designated location. Tonight was not the first night that Daisuke had tried to find refuge within the world of digimon.
"Well, here we are Veemon."
"Here" was a secluded part of one of the Digital World's many forests, a hidden place unlikely to be found unless intently searching for it. It was a small clearing towards the edge of the woods where trees met steep and rocky mountains. In the middle of the clearing was a pond of sorts; its life stream was embedding within the beginnings of a mountain; the crystalline fluid trickled down, as water sprites would dance. From the other side of the no longer than ten-meter pond ran a stream that undoubtedly led to the ocean. However, even by merely following the stream one could not find this haven, for as if guarding this place of refuge, trees and all manner of botany obscured the path and made it a difficult one to trek.
This was Daisuke's haven, one the he and Veemon had stumbled upon by the greatest stroke of luck in all Daisuke's fifteen years.
Situating himself on a flat surfaced rock, the soccer player crossed his legs beneath him and flipped through the book he'd brought along. He passed by sketches and drawings of all sorts and was appeased only when he found a blank page. Yes, this was Daisuke's sketchbook. The boy could draw.
Who would have thought?
"All right Veemon, mind standing over to the right a bit? Great. Now turn your head a bit to the left… and down and… perfect! All right, try not to move too much…"
- - - - -
How aggravating…"Argh! This is so frustrating!"
"Master Ken, please…"
"Do not even attempt to console me Wormmon! Nothing that comes out of your worthless mouth is going to help."
Expelling a feral growl, the Digimon Emperor roughly threw himself into his computer chair. An upset King claiming his throne. The illuminating glow of Ichijouji Ken's master computer provided poor lighting to the otherwise dark room, though the male seemed to care little for the welfare of his eyesight.
"Master Ken I think-"
"Did I not just tell you to keep your mouth shut? If you insist upon being useless you can at least follow orders!" Arm propped up by his seat's armrest, the male cradled his head in one hand; eyes shut as he attempted to control his breathing.
So impatient…"I don't know if I can take this any longer!"
Remaining loyally by his master's side, Wormmon could only cower and force himself not to ask what exactly the human could not stand. What could be making his master so stressed and frazzled these days?
Truth be told, not even the teenager in question could answer Wormmon's question. Even with his genius mind, Ken could not locate a source to his sudden impetuosity, antagonism, and constant desire to annihilate anything in sight. He tried to blame the Chosen Children for destroying his control spires; but he merely resurrected them. Culpability was placed then on the insubordination of his slaves; but with the newly invented dark spirals, they were obedient robots at his command.
So what was it?
I need… I need…"I need to expand my influence northward." With a flick of his black-gloved hands, a keyboard appeared before the Kaiser. As quickly as his slender digits moved, various sectors of the Digital World came into view on his computer screen along with word documents with details on some of his latest projects. "I'll just have to take some Kuwagamon hunting with me tomorrow and… Oh? What do we have here?"
Hands flying upon the keyboard, Ken exited from most all of his previous screens and enlarged a particular window, one featuring none other than a be-goggled Digidestined.
"Well, well, well…" Settling back into his seat, the Digimon Emperor folded his arms as a malicious smirk appeared on his pale features. "What's this? A child staying up past his bedtime? I suppose his mother never told him about the monsters that come out after dark…"
He could be the one… Yes, this Chosen Child…"And he's all alone as well. I'm surprised he would come here without his entire posse to follow him around."
Go to him… Leave now…Standing from his seat, Ken's eyes did not leave the form of Daisuke on his computer screen. "Wormmon, get my Devidramon ready for flight, I think I'll be paying this lone Digidestined a visit."
"You're not planning on fighting are you Ken? Why can't you just play like normal boys your age?"
The insect digimon felt his body slam against the cold metal wall before registering that the Kaiser had kicked him. Groaning in the pain that now enveloped his body, Wormmon cowered as the human boy reprimanded him without remorse. "Don't call me that you pathetic insect! I am your master, not your friend, so address me as such!"
Walking towards the door that led to the labyrinth of hallways within his base, the Kaiser continued in a low tone. "And I am not normal. I am the Digimon Emperor, destined to rule this miserable ball of dirt. So don't you dare compare me to anything normal."
Head bent in dejection, the rookie level digimon listened to the Kaiser's fading footsteps. Though hisbody was shattered from constant physicalabuse, the little digimon thought of his master kindly,as his whispered words implied. "You'll always… be the kind boy and friend you once were to me Ken. Always…"
Forcing his body into motion, the green insect made his way to do as his master commanded, his silent tears never shed.
End Violation II
.:Darkness lives on:.
