Ok this chapter is, to the say the least, pretty messed up. You're probably going to wonder what the hell I was thinking, but hear me out. I have a plan. Hopefully by the end of the story you'll understand. Basically all I'm saying is don't let the contents of this chapter no matter how gruesome they maybe, keep you from continuing to read. Also just because I forgot to mention it in my earlier chapters, I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story. Ok, so now I'm done. . . Well, off you go. Read it and let me know what you think.
The Evil Request
The sun had just peaked over the horizon when Ken opened the door to his empty apartment. Shuffling out of his shoes he ignored the soft dry slippers that awaited him and walked despairingly to the stairs. Before setting his foot up to commence climbing, he noticed a photo sitting on the coffee table. "How long has that been there?" Ken wondered aloud. Going over, he flopped down onto the couch and sighed as his head laid against the back cushion. The all nighters he was pulling where really starting to put a strain on him. When I make detective things will be better. . .I hope. It took all his willpower not to fall asleep on the couch and even more to pull his head up to exam the mysterious photograph. The moment Ken picked it up he was wide awake and flooded with old memories. The photo was worn and had a tiny rip in the upper right hand corner. In the picture he saw himself and all his digidestained friends. The picture had been taken after they had defeated Malomyotismon for the finally time and the digimon world had been saved. Smiling he examined each of the faces that grinned at him. When his eyes passed over Miyako's image, his smile faded. Her gaze was fixed on him and Ken could see her girlish grin and a light blush on her cheeks. His imaged had its left arm trapped over her shoulder and the other one holding wormon. Daisuke stood to Ken's right with a very perky looking veemon lying goofily on Daisuke's head.
The photo had to be at least ten years old, but Ken remember every detail of that day. It had been the beginning of some of the most happiest moments of his life. Sighing he pulled himself back to the present and looked around his living room. He suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spin. It was that old feeling he would get when was the digimon emperor. He use to feel it whenever he enslaved a digimon. It was the feeling of wanting, it was almost intoxicating. He felt it even stronger when he thought about Miyako. The desire to have her back swelled through him. Yet he also thought of Daisuke. He knew he couldn't have them both, but he desired them both. Ken suppressed the urge to scream as shot up and flung the photo to the floor. Going back to the stairs he bolted up them quickly and slammed his bedroom door open. Without thinking he started throwing whatever came with in inches of him. After a few minutes his bookshelf lay in a shattered mess on the floor, and all the contents that had been on it had either been broken beyond recognition, or ripped so much you would have thought Ken had been trying to make confetti. Ken walked slowly to his computer, and restrained himself from grabbing the monitor and adding to the pile. Sitting down he opened a drawer on desk and pulled out his digivice. Checking it he became even more upset. It was still not working properly. About three months ago the digital world had been closed of. A very severe virus had spread through it and to keep it from spreading to this world Kourshiro and a few others had cut off any links between to two worlds until the virus could be contained. Joe had elected to stay behind to aid in the recovery, and also reestablish communication. Carefully he placed the device back in to the drawer and went to his bed. As he looked at the mess he had made Ken felt a tremendous amount of embarrassment rush through him. With in a few minutes it was forgotten as sleep finally put its grip on him.
"Koushiro hurry up, we're going to be late." Miyako shouted from the front door. Examining her watch she saw that it was fifteen till eight. They where going to a banquet honoring Koushiro for developing a new computer program that was to aid researchers. The type of aid it was given was top secret, but apparently those who knew all about where so impressed they felt Koushiro deserved a shindig. Miyako was all for secrets, provided they bribe her with free cocktails.
"Ok, let's go." Koushiro said emerging from his room. He was wearing a black, pinstriped suit, and white button-up dress shirt. Miyako thought he looked perfect. All except for the tie. It was bright yellow and had numbers printed all over it. When Miyako examined it closer she noticed that it was the formula for Pi.
"Dear God your nerd is showing!" Miyako exclaimed as she pointed at his tie.
"Hey, doesn't everybody love Pi?" Koushiro said with phony sorrow.
"Well, yeah, but I prefer mine with cherry not. . . 3.141592653589793238462643383 blah, blah, blah." , Miyako said as she read off Koushiro's tie. Koushiro chuckled softly then asked,
"So, should I change it?" Miyako consider his question, then shook her head.
"Nah, considering what we're going to there wouldn't be any reason to hide it."
"Hide what?", Koushiro asked.
"That you're quite possible the biggest geek in Japan." Miyako laughed. Koushiro rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. Without another word the pair stepped out of the apartment and made their way to elevator.
Ken awoke to find Daisuke screaming at him.
"Ken, what the hell happened? Are you ok?" Ken looked down at the floor and the memories of the earlier events flooded through his mind.
"I'll clean it up, don't worry." Ken said stiffly. For no reason a sudden rage had passed over him, and was he having a very difficult time restraining himself from attacking Daisuke. What the hell is the matter with me?" Ken thought. Kill him. Called out a voice.
"WHAT?!" Ken shouted as he jerked his head around. It was strange, but Ken thought the voice had come from behind him. He's the son of bitch that caused all this.
Again Ken jolted around trying to catch the source of the voice.
"Ken, what's wrong?", Daisuke asked as he sat next to Ken on the bed. Daisue placed both his hands on Ken shoulders and forced him to turn and meet his gaze.
"Tell me what's wrong?", Daisuke repeated slowly. Grab his scrawny neck and squeeze. Suddenly it was as if Ken had lost control of himself. His hands moved up against his will to Daisuke's throat and begin squeezing. Daisuke fought and tried to scratch at Ken's face, but Ken only stood up then pressed Daisuke into the mattress adding his weight into the pressure on Daisuke's constricted throat. Within a few seconds Daisuke stopped moving and jaw lay slack. Ken stood over the body panting loudly, then a rush of panic spilled over him. What did I do? What you where told. Who the fuck are you? Why is this happening? Just a little experiment, and payback.
"Payback? What does that mean?" never mind that Ken, you've caught bigger problems to worry about, like trying to explain why your dead boyfriend is lying on your bed with strangle marks on his throat. Ken tried to recognize the voice, but couldn't place it. It almost seemed is if it was being disguised, but why would a voice that was clearly his imagination trying to hide it's identity. Well, Ken, I guess I'll leave you to sort out this mess. Don't worry you'll figure something out. Now I better get going, but I'll be back later. Don't worry. The voice laughed wickedly then suddenly all the anger and aggression Ken had felt moments ago had vanished. Shock ran cold through his veins as he looked at the face of his friend and lover. Kneeling down on the bed Ken checked Daisuke for a pulse, but found nothing. Unable to stop himself Ken fell onto Daisuke's lifeless body and began to cry bitterly. After a few moments he regained his composure somewhat and left the room. Going down to the kitchen Ken searched through the cabinets Until he found what he was looking for. Giant black trash bags. They where to aid in the clean up and become a makeshift coffin.