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Fandoms: Digimon Adventure
Title: Out of Line
Characters: Daisuke, Piemon, LadyDevimon
Word Count: chapter 1: 1,089||story: 12,423
Genre: Adventure, Friendship||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, section I19, a multichapter with chapters between 1000-2000 words; Written for the One Character Boot Camp, prompt #30, seize
Notes: This takes place in my breeds-verse and will lead to an 02-based sequel that will involve Ken x Daisuke. I also removed Vamdemon from the character note up there because he won't really be as involved as I thought he would be. After all, it's probably barely been half an hour, if that, since he sent Daisuke through to the Digital World. I seem to recall one minute on Earth being one day in the Digital World. So how long will Daisuke be in the Digital World before the Chosen come back? We'll just have to see, won't we? Summary: During Vamdemon's invasion of Odaiba, he finds something strange about one of the children suspected of being the Eighth Child. While Daisuke isn't the Chosen that he's looking for, he is something special indeed, and finding out what it is could tip the balance in the war.

Daisuke hadn't been able to see the blows coming. He'd barely realized there was someone else there. He'd already been worn out from how long he'd been training in the first place – Piemon didn't give him that much time to rest. If Daisuke even asked for more, he was told sternly that in a battle, he wouldn't get to take a nap.

Daisuke was quickly becoming of the mind that if that were the case, then he wanted to end battles as fast as he could, so he could go take a nap.

Unfortunately, that did mean more training, so he'd get strong enough to end fights fast. He didn't like it. He didn't like anything about this new life of his, which had scarcely gone on for a week. But what other choice did he have?

Now he looked down at himself, then looked over to where the other Digimon stood. Digimon, he reminded himself, not monsters. Even if Piemon was one.

"What?" He could see the way that they stared back at him, as if he'd done something unusual. The hits had been hard, yes, but they hadn't really hurt him, just knocked him flat for a minute or two.

Piemon stood next to him a heartbeat later, and Daisuke froze at once. He knew the look on Piemon's face: he was not to move or speak until and unless given permission. Piemon punished hard and fast and without mercy.

The taller Digimon looked him over, making a few passes that Daisuke had come to understand meant he was working magic. Then he looked back to LadyDevimon.

"Just a few bruises and those should fade before morning." Piemon frowned back at Daisuke, then gestured abruptly. "Go to your room. Don't leave until morning. Dinner will be delivered."

Daisuke held back a sigh. At least he got to rest. He didn't want to protest; Piemon might decide that he shouldn't get it after all. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been told to rest, argued about it, and not gotten it after all.

So he nodded his head quickly to both Piemon and LadyDevimon and hurried along the route he knew so well after days of it, going from the training room to his tiny little room.

At least it was kind of better than a dungeon, but it wasn't like his room at home. Daisuke didn't want to think of this place as home, no matter how long he stayed here. And he didn't want to stay more than he had to. He missed his real room. He missed his parents, his sister, his classmates…

He hoped they were all right. That vampire monster better not have done anything to them. Vamdemon; he knew the creature's name was now. He'd heard Piemon and LadyDevimon talking about him. He'd guessed already that they knew each other. It didn't make this place any better.

I wish they'd tell me things. Like why I can do those things I can do. He didn't entirely want to believe that he was a Digimon too, no matter how much he could sling power around. It didn't make sense. He didn't understand it.

He settled himself in his room, the door locking behind him without him having to do a thing to it. That happened every time he came in here. He figured it was more of Piemon's magic. He had no idea of everything the clown could do, but it was enough to keep him in here when Piemon wanted him in here.

Daisuke sat down on his bed, stretched out, stared up at the ceiling, and sighed.

Well, this is kind of better than school, at least? I miss soccer, though. He would've given almost anything to have a soccer ball and someone to kick it around with. That puppet guy looked kind of fun and maybe if he had someone to play with, he wouldn't start hitting people.

Daisuke knew his mom would've grounded him if he'd gone around hitting people for no reason at all. Or even if he'd had a reason. Hitting people was not a good idea, she'd said over and over. He wasn't always sure if he agreed with her, because he would have dearly loved to plant one in the vampire monster's eye, or in Piemon's.

He kind of thought that she'd make an exception for them. She just wouldn't want him to be the one who did it.

What does he want from all of this? From me? All he'd managed to learn so far was that Piemon had enemies and he wanted Daisuke trained well enough to fight those enemies for him. Just who those enemies were and why Piemon didn't want to fight them himself, Daisuke didn't have the foggiest idea.

Gennai looked over the results from his latest scans of the Digital World. He knew that he'd have to go into hiding sooner or later, to keep himself from being caught by Piemon and his Dark Masters. But the time wasn't yet. Nearing, but not yet.

At least I can still keep in touch with Koushirou and his friends. They would still need his help. It was difficult to reach to the human world and find out what was going on there, with the time difference stretching matters as it did, but so far as he could tell, they were still fighting Vamdemon. They would need the prophecy soon.

He'd already begun a search for new Chosen Children. He liked having a nice pool of them ready to choose from, in case of any new threats rising. It didn't matter to him that the current one hadn't been disposed of yet. He had faith in the ones working now. They'd manage things.

A small beep caught his attention. It was not a happy beep, but a warning that one of his long ago sensors had been tripped.

Checking it out didn't make matters better. How did they find him? He'd gone to so much trouble to make certain that this, of all people, did not return to the Digital World before it was time. And it was before time, by years.

He would've much preferred it if he hadn't returned to the Digital World until he was fully grown, and capable of understanding what he was and mastering his powers without the risks that doing so presented.

And worst of all, the sensor told Gennai just where this most dangerous of children was.

Right in the heart of Piemon's castle.

To Be Continued

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