"Oooohh, holy boogers." A chorus of small orange colored Digimon said as they stared at the small figure before all of them. Black spikes rose from their backs as they rested on webbed feet and forehands. Gizamon against the Digimon Emperor's reign were gathered around Kiyoshi as he showed them how to mine for gold inside their own nose. Though they couldn't manage the action themselves, they still watched the small boy in front of them with wide-eyed amazement.
As Kiyoshi stood on a makeshift platform made from flat rocks being thrown together and placed on top of each other, he stood out against the crowd like the small human child he was. A small plump finger placed in his nose, he stood there and continued to dig for the green slime existing within the small-moistened tunnels. As the small rookie Digimon gathered around him watched, a Gazimon and a Rockmon flanked both his sides, standing close enough that their shoulders pressed softly against his. Looking like bodyguards, they stood beside Kiyoshi with their arms crossed and looking grave.
"Ourr lleeaadddeerr.." The huge group of Gizamon cried in unision, bending their elbows even more so than usual, attempting a deep bow towards their newly elected leader, seven year old Kiyoshi.
"HOLY NOSEPICKER WE SALUTE YOU!" A Gizamon from the crowd shouted.
"Oh please show us your chunks of snot!" Another random cry said.
The small child didn't even notice, not paying any attention towards the Digimon in front of him. A gentle push against his ribs forced him into awareness as he pulled the sticky tip of his finger free from the dark depths of his nose with a sickening pop, the small Digimon around him falling silent at the noise of their leader awakening.
"Ooh! Fwoggies go hop, hop!" Kiyoshi grinned, looking down from his high point towards the gathered orange and yellow Gizamon. His mouth full of perfect little teeth glittered in the light of the dancing fire before him, separating the group with a large gap of warmth.
Bending his head down and tilting it to the side, Kiyoshi stared wide-eyed with amazement into the circle of flames dancing with life along the burning pieces of wood, stockpiled in a large circle creating a huge fire almost grazing the tree tops high above them. Kiyoshi watched in awe as he became fixed on the fiery spectacle before him, lighting up the night of the Digital World.
Leaping down off the flat rock, Kiyoshi landed right before the fire. He felt the prickling heat against his tender unblemished skin and took a cautious step back. Slowly raising his arms, he stretches them out at his sides like a pair of wings opening up gradually. Wiggling the tips of his fingers he slowly grinned that little kid grin of his.
Turning around quickly, Kiyoshi stared at the many eyes of the Gizamon. Rotating his right hand towards them, he motioned for them to follow him as he turned around once more so he was parallel to the dancing fire now at his side. Standing there for a moment of silence, he kept his violet eyes staring straight ahead, casually casting glances towards the fire leaping out and attempting to bite his fingertips with its various flames.
Drawing in a breath, Kiyoshi let loose a screaming of excitement as the Gizamon lined up behind him, along with Gazimon and Rockmon as his bodyguards. "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Kiyoshi howled his little kid howl as he bent his knees and thrust himself into the air, jump- starting the long game of follow the leader. Running as fast as he could, his small sneakers thudded against the ground, several other pairs of feet slammed down into the ground behind him, creating a loud rhythm beneath their feet. Steering himself, Kiyoshi ran first around the fire before separating and weaving lines in between the already circling Digimon, playing leapfrog during the criss-crossing.
As the Gizamon trailed behind him, creating intricate designs with following the random lines of Kiyoshi as they danced about the fire, they whooped and shrieked around the small boy, some breaking off to dance randomly or play leapfrog right along with him.
"Twain! Twain! Toot toot!" Kiyoshi cried, jumping over a Gizamon by grabbing two of the pointed spikes along it's back and hauling himself over as he would a fence or a stool. All around him, the Digimon shrieked and laughed gleefully as if it was a huge party, which it was.
In the other world where Ken, Daisuke, and Kiyoshi originally came from, where Digimon was nothing but a simple T.V. show and actors played the different characters while computer animators and puppeteers worked on the Digimon, Ken and Davis of the authentic Digital World fought savagely in the dark, grappling wildly at each other they were a ball of hisses and punches, gaining new bruises, cuts, and scrapes throughout their battle of one on one. The thought of tiring never crossed their minds.
As evil Ken laid a hefty punch of Davis, the cinnamon pre-teen rolled against the sturdy legs of a nearby camera, knocking yet another piece of technical equipment over and creating enough racket to raise the dead. Even more glasses scattered around them, littering the floor like deadly knives, slashing at their bodies.
Broken glass and bent metal strewn loosely across the floor crunched and squealed as the bloody boys rolled painlessly across, their minds set on revenge and bloodthirsty punishment. As they squabbled and tore at each other, they both didn't realize that the studio lights switched on due to back-up power. Ralph and some of the cast and crew bolted towards the location of the snarls and screeches.
A pair of hands gripped the fighting adolescents and strongly pulled them apart. Two different crewmembers grasped each of their shoulders separately while the third stood between them to keep them apart. As the two struggled, their arms reached out and attempted to claw at each other as they swung blindly through the air, nearly cuffing the cameraman that stood between them.
"ENOUGH YOU TWO!" Ralph the director roared, his deep throaty growl of a voice echoed throughout the metal enclosed studio in an almost frightening rage. For effect, he threw up his hands and turned about in a slow observing circles, his aged face stricken with mixed emotions, disbelief and puzzlement showing up with his shock, standing in the center of the destruction of thousand dollar equipment.
"What the hell were you DOING?!" He squawked, regaining his voice after a moment of overwhelming silence. His stern grey eyes feast upon Ken and Davis whom hung limp with shock from the crewmembers hands. Even the Digimon Emperor looked startled at being screamed at, many decibels louder than he could ever manage. Nothing could block his easy irritance though, or his ignorance.
"Bald and fat fool!" He stormed, appalled, eyeing his superior up and down. "Never raise your voice at the Ruler of the Digital World!" He lifted his chin defiantly. "YOU...JAPANESE COW!"
Everyone gasps.
"He did not just call him that..." A homosexual sounding crewman whispered to another, who nodded slowly, still staring at the sight.
Mikashira gawked innocently at the odd spectacle of Ken speaking in such a manner to anyone, especially Ralph, his boss. She swallowed quietly, hoping her supervisor wouldn't be too rough on the boy. She cringed, waiting for him to explode.
"THAT'S IT!" Ralph thundered, practically shaking the entire warehouse, rigidly aiming a finger at Ken. "If I didn't NEED YOU, you would be FIRED! AND SO WOULD YOU!" He redirected his pointing to a nearby stage manager.
"What did I do?!" He piped, surprised.
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE..." Ralph glared, tightening his finger's accusing point.
Mikashira blinked in silence, remaining at Ralph's side like the loyal assistant she was. Turning her gaze down at the glass littered floor, she saw Ralph's beret hat lying upside down on the grey concrete. Carefully bending down, she picked it up and placed it back on Ralph's head as he passed by her while pacing the floor and muttering madly beneath his breath, the glass crunched and shrieked beneath his black leather loafers.
Pivoting, he glared at the two boys as hard as he could manage, almost burning the two with a simple stare of melting hot daggers.
"I don't want to see EITHER of you until the next filming, understand? AND YOUR REHEARSALS WITH MIKASHIRA HAD BETTER BE GOOD! Take them away!" He commanded the two crewmembers, which were holding them, waving his hand at the gathered group in a dismissive manner. Before turning towards Mikashira who stood behind him to schedule their rehearsal times, he gave Ken and Davis yet another death glare, daring them to try anything stupid such as they did again.
Walking them to the front of the studio, the nameless men surrounding them opened the door and shoved them outside into the warm white walled hallway. Slamming the singular door behind them, they left the pair to stand there, bleeding and wondering what the hell just happened, as they stared straight ahead at the wall.
Ken slowly turned his head to glare at Davis, curling his upper lip in a cruel sneer. Slowly moving his elbow up, he thrust it against Davis's side and smirked as the boy let out a grunt. "..Stupid kid. It's all your fault."
My fault?! Ichijouji, you wouldn't know if it was my fault or yours even if the answer slammed right into your face.. LIKE THIS!" Davis shouted, raising his clenched fist and pulling it back beside his jaw. Lowering his brows in a scowl, he swung his arm forward at Ken's pale face with all his might. Feeling his three main knuckles slam against the boy's jaw made him cringe as a dull pain crackled alongside his wrist and down to his elbow.
Ken grunted as his head flew to the side from the force of the impact, his well kept hair drifting over his face as he stumbled back and toppled over, tripping on his own set of feet. Dazed and landing on his side, his hand snaked towards the throbbing corner of his jaw as he quickly regained his sense and stood up. Becoming angered at Davis for managing to trick him into a sucker punch, he immediately spun around to face the child.
"Why you!" He spat between clenched teeth, feeling the rage bubble across his body and tense his arms and legs, ready to throw a few moves of his own at Davis. Taking a fast step ahead, he slid his right leg behind Davis's right, thrusting out his arm and shoving the kid down with his elbow. Watching Davis fall on the ground, he widened his eyes in fury and pounced, both of his hands heading for the annoyance's throat.
"Look, it's a flying girl." Davis snickered watching Ken as he came down on him, ready to choke the living daylights out of him. Reaching his own hands up, he grabbed Ken by the wrists and slammed his foot into the assaulter's stomach. Carrying Ken's momentum, Davis rolled back onto his shoulders and let go of Ken as he gave one last kick with his foot, sending Ken flying overhead.
"Wha!? ACK!" Ken huffed, looking down at the floor as he sailed, wondering what just happened. Being interrupted by his chin slamming into the ground and streaking across the smooth, shiny tiled floor, more stars managed to dance their way across his view as the world gave way to spinning. With a groan he fell limp and laid there, his arms and legs twisted and bent against the floor.
Rolling onto his side, Davis stood up and took a few steps towards Ken, suspiciously staring down at the limp boy until he heard a distracting noise behind him, the studio door opened and he could hear the director in the background, screaming for the crew to clean up the mess and keep fixing the set. He blinked and went stiff as he felt eyes on his back, staring down the plain white hallway.
"What the hell are you two doing out here? Are you like, not able to keep your hands off of each other or something?! Christ!" Miyako spat, her voice high pitched and annoying as usual, causing Davis to cringe and Ken to open eye with a sneer stretching his lips. If glass was near, it'd be shattered by now.
Ken slowly got up off the floor, his gray school suit having a light brown shoe print implanted in the middle of it, where his stomach was. Engraved into the dirt stain was a large Nike symbol, decorated by various other small shoe patterns. With a groan he placed a hand softly against his tender tummy and stiffened up once more, keeping his back to Davis and Miyako. Lowering his eyes in a snarl, he turned around and pushed past the two other occupants of the hallway, glaring straight into Miyako's pair of glittering eyes with his lifeless gaze of dulled violet.
As Miyako watched Ken walk past, his hair parted and combed in the way of his character, she raised an eyebrow as he glared at her. Stunned at the coldness of it, she shook her head and didn't bother to watch him walk down the hallway, simply listening to his departing footsteps. Looking at Davis, she trailed her eyes up and down his body, noticing the goggles, shorts, and top.
"Okay, why are you two in costume again?" Miyako asked, placing her hands on her hips. Keeping her eyebrow raised, she shook her head, long lavender locks swaying to the movement of her head. With a sigh, she turned around and walked a little ways down the hallway, waving a hand at Davis. "..Never mind. You two never make any sense. I guess gay guys never do."
"Gay..? Who?" Davis wondered, watching Miyako walk away. Looking both ways down the hallway, he shrugged and went the direction Miyako and Ken went, deciding to follow someone who seemed to know their way around this maze. He trotted up to catch Miyako before she walked around the corner out of site.
"What do you want, freak?" Miyako huffed, looking at Davis from the corner of her eye. She rolled those glossy auburn orbs in an annoying way, thrusting her nose into the air. Not watching where she was going, she walked straight into a vending machine and let out a squeak of surprise. A bag of M&Ms broke loose from the inside and collided down to the bottom, free for the taking.
Davis grinned and chuckled, watching Miyako walk straight into the vending machine. Clapping a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out with laughter, he watched as she took a step backwards and set all her weight down on the spiked heel that pinned her dress. A loud rip tore through the air as a gap spread it's way up the wavy black skirt, the tips of stained white underwear showed through the freshly opened seam.
"AHHH! ME BLOOMERS!" Miyako shrieked, feeling a slight draft between her legs. Opening her eyes wide, her hands flew to her butt and fingers clamped the fresh tear closed. Turning around, she looked at Davis, a bright red blush flowing swiftly onto her cheeks in embarrassment. Backing up, she shuffled her way around the vending machine then spun and ran down the hall, her dress fluttering behind her. Knocking Ken against the wall, she continued running until she came to the end and turned out of sight.
"..She always was strange.." Davis laughed to himself, starting to walk down the hall again, slipping his hand against the metal flap near the bottom of the vending machine, snatching the bag of M&Ms on his way. Twisting open the brown laminated bag, he tossed a few random pieces of shell candy into his mouth, also bouncing them off the back of Ken's head. Staring at Ken's back, he made a few faces at the sadistic beast of a boy, remnants of chewed candy grinds showing in his opened mouth. Not noticing how Ken stopped, he kept walking and making faces, too busy with thinking of how to contort his face in more original ways than just the tongue sticking out and scrunched up nose.
Ken stopped, looking down the four hallways circling him. He had a choice, to either choose one or to keep walking down the path that annoying little wretch of a girl went. Crinkling up his nose at that thought, he snorted and looked down the hall to his left with a bland expression. Turning his head and looking the other way, he simply blinked as he stood there, thinking of it as a problem he must solve, which would take a few seconds.
Davis bopped his nose against something warm and slightly smelly, he choked and sneezed into the back of Ken's plain gray uniform. Small wet dots spackled across Ken's shoulders, Davis watched as the longhaired jerk tensed and shook his shoulders with rage. Blinking innocently, Davis shook his head and sidestepped, wondering if this pattern of abuse would cease.