Chapter Word Count: 1,528||Story Word Count: 17,209||Chapter Count: 11/12
If it hadn't been beneath his dignity, Jikomon would've exploded into gales of triumphant laughter once he swooped out of range of the Kaiser's fortress. Getting in there without being detected had been difficult enough in the first place, though not impossible.
Very little was impossible for him when he put his mind to it. This wasn't any exception.
Akigaramon hung in his arms, still dazed and unaware, and Jikomon intended to keep him like that. Conversation wasn't one of the purposes that he had in mind for his new toy.
He is beautiful, though. I wonder how much more so he'll be when he evolves.
Jikomon looked forward to finding a way to spark that evolution. Doing so would be risky: sometimes evolving meant he had to work on the hold he had over someone else's mind all over again. He'd been able to do so for Akigaramon because the other had already been distracted and confused by the Kaiser's machinations. Starting from fresh could be more difficult than he wanted to try, given the chances of a different evolution.
His lip curled for a moment at the passing thought of the Kaiser. He did the beginning work, at least. But did he really think that he deserved such a prize?
The Kaiser might well be Piemon's spawn but in Jikomon's mind, that gave him no rights at all to owning Akigaramon. Only Jikomon could do that, and only due to certain reasons.
Without warning, the voice pressed into his mind.
Take care of him. Use him as you will but harm him not.
Jikomon shuddered at the words, more from how they echoed in the depths of his mind than anything else. He swallowed, steadying himself, and kept on going, not wanting to lose his grip on Akigaramon.
"I understand, my lord," he replied, keeping his voice low so it wouldn't wake up his precious passenger.
He'd never been so grateful not to get a reply back as he was this time. He'd never seen the owner of the heart-shaking voice, but he'd heard stories, and he didn't want to see him.
How someone like that could create beauty such as Akigaramon's baffled Jikomon. Beauty should come from beauty, not from hideousness. There shouldn't be a shred of ugliness in all the world.
But he could deal with that another day. What he wanted right now was to get home and install Akigaramon in his new quarters and begin to teach him his new lessons. Whatever Kaiser taught him needed to be wiped away.
In Jikomon's mind, beauty started with one and only one place: obedience to him.
Kaiser watched the security recording, lips pressed together, eyes flashing in ways that would've made almost anyone else seeing him look for the nearest exit.
His fingers brushed against a few keys and an analyzer screen came into existence.
"Jikomon," he murmured, reading it over. "A Perfect-level Digimon whose attacks are Hypnotic Wing and Wing Daggers. One of the few Digimon never born at the Village of Beginnings and also one of the few to have known kindred: one sister and one nephew."
Once again his fingers flew across the keyboard, and another face showed up. Kaiser read the information, then turned to the two Digimon who watched him in terrified silence.
"V-mon," he snapped. "You're going to the Chosen. You'll tell them nothing of what's happened until I give you the command."
"But Daisuke..." V-mon tried to protest and the Kaiser cut him off at once.
"You can listen to me because this will bring Daisuke back, or you can ignore me, and I'll put a Ring on you and you'll do what I want anyway. The choice is yours."
He looked to Wormmon. "I expect you to actually be useful in this." He cast a quick glance back to the analyzer and the image there, then to Wormmon once more. "Do you understand me?"
Wormmon scuffled a bit. "Yes." He didn't look any happier about it than V-mon did.
"Good. Now escort V-mon out of here. I expect this won't take long."
He didn't want it to. The longer that Daisuke was out of his control, the more chances that either Jikomon would find a way to assume mastery of him, or even worse, Daisuke would star to think for himself, and that definitely wasn't what the Kaiser wanted.
Why didn't he listen to me the first time? That would've kept him right where he was, completely safe. If Jikomon dared to approach Kaiser himself, Kaiser wouldn't have let him leave with his wings or his life intact. But something had gone wrong, and Kaiser had no idea of what.
He would find out, he would correct it, and Daisuke would be his once more. Daisuke needed a master, needed someone who could control and tame him, and Kaiser knew there wasn't anyone better suited to the task than he was.
Not to mention he thoroughly enjoyed the process of taming Daisuke, of feeling his warmth against his body, knowing that Daisuke thoroughly enjoyed his time in Kaiser's bed, even if he hadn't properly admitted it yet. He couldn't read Daisuke's mind, but he could read his body very well indeed.
A soft smile touched on his lips for a few heartbeats as a thought occurred to him.
This may be what needs to happen for Daisuke to understand his proper place. Jikomon won't treat him as well as I will. Daisuke will come running to me when he sees me again, no matter what Jikomon does to him.
He did want to find them before Jikomon did anything to him. He wanted to be the only person that knew what Daisuke looked like in the throes of orgasm. He couldn't guarantee that, though. No one knew where Jikomon lived, which meant they could get there far too quickly for Kaiser's own taste. And he knew if it were him, then the moment he had Daisuke hidden away from all others, he would embark on seducing him quite thoroughly.
After all, that was what he'd been doing here all along, and doing quite successfully. It would've taken only another few days, at most, because Daisuke would've craved him so much that he would beg to enter Kaiser's bed, for far more intense sex than they'd had until now.
I was looking forward to that.
And now because of Jikomon, it would be put off. Not for long; Kaiser would find Jikomon and either send him straight to the Village of Beginnings as an egg, or find out if his Spirals could work on him.
His gaze moved back to the scene on one of his screens, where the Chosen, today including Ishida Yamato and Izumi Koushirou – both of whom he'd marked for future trials with advanced Spirals – searched both for his Towers and for Daisuke.
They hadn't found a trace of him in the handful of days that Kaiser had him, but Kaiser made certain they wouldn't. Keeping the base moving helped with that. He'd long since intended they would see neither hide nor hair of Daisuke until he'd finished his training, accepting his place in Kaiser's arms and bed.
Then he would take the rest of them and this foolish war would be over with.
He hadn't changed his mind a great deal on that score. There would just need to be a little revising of his personal timeline before it all came out the way that he wanted.
A single flick of his fingers brought the image of Daisuke in Jikomon's arms back up. Kaiser growled just at the thought of it, but refused to look away. Daisuke belonged to him. Daisuke would be back where he belonged soon enough. And once he had the entire Digital World crushed beneath his feet, no one would ever dare to take what was his away from him again.
Daisuke groaned, his head spinning, trying to figure out what had happened. Vague memories flickered, but nothing very solid, just images of flying… had Kaiser taken him somewhere?
No…no, it hadn't been Kaiser. He did remember hearing Kaiser's voice, telling him to stay where he was, and for once, it hadn't affected him. He'd been able to run. So he had run. He didn't understand that, especially not when the next set of orders struck hard into him.
A gentle hand pressed against the side of his face and he blinked. Someone who wasn't Kaiser touching him? He moved away without thinking, and the hand turned not so gentle, gripping onto him.
"Don't do that," a far too pleasant voice spoke. Hearing it brought back other memories and he tried to open his eyes.
What – who – he saw in front of him was an angelic face of beauty, with a cascade of reddish-blond hair, eyes as startling green as fresh leaves, and a body that would've made most models weep in envy. Shimmering wings rose up behind, drawing Daisuke's attention at once, before the stranger touched him again.
"I'm so glad to see you awake, Akigaramon. I've been looking forward to this for a very, very long time."
To Be Continued
Notes: Next week, the last chapter of this story!
