Chapter 1- Controlling Memories

[Meh, don't down all of the owned stuff.]

The darkness, the cold, the silence that covered the area was deafening. A boy nervously pushed some of his straight purple hair out of his face and looked around. He was standing in a pitch black room; no light anywhere except where he was standing.

How could you do this to me...

He turned his head quickly to one direction, then another. "Who's there?"

You left me alone...without anything...you left me to die..

"What are you talking about?" said the boy towards the shadows.

How could you, Ken...you picked the runt over me...if your brother didn't die then this wouldn't have happened...

"Who are you and what do you want?" yelled out Ken as he stepped back.

The solid ground that he was standing on suddenly disappeared and he slipped and started to fall. He grasped the edge of a platform and hung there by one arm.

The worlds are doomed...and it will be your entire fault...

Ken nervously reached up with his other hand but felt another hand grasp it. He slowly looked up and his eyes widened as he saw a figure, partly hidden by the shadows, wearing the same attire that he once wore as the Digimon Emperor. Yet the figure was different. The person didn't feel completely human as the pair of yellow eyes stared down at him coldly.

Your entire fault...

The figure let go of Ken's wrist and he lost his grip on the platform, then falling into the depths of pit. Ken tried not to panic as the air rushed past him as he free fell into the blackness, with a maniacal and mocking laugh echoing in the darkness.

Ken yelled and sat straight up in his bed, with cold sweat drenching his face and neck. He jumped as his small green companion crawled up to him.

"Ken? What's the matter?" asked the small creature as he blinked.

Ken slowed his breathing back to normal but could not slow his fast beating heart.

"Ken?" asked the creature again.

"What, oh. I'm fine, Wormmon..just had a nightmare of some sort." Said Ken as he wiped the cold sweat from his face.

"It must have been some nightmare. Your parents have came in here and told you to get up. But you wouldn't even flinch." Said Wormmon with concern in his voice.

Ken slid towards the edge of his bed and climbed down the ladder. He opened the door to the hallway, then yelled and covered his eyes as bright light burned into his room.

"Ken? Is that you dear?" called out a woman voice as his mother walked out from the kitchen doorway.

Ken rubbed his eyes to get the burning feeling out of them, and then slowly removed his hand from his face. He looked at his mom and puts his arms to his side.

"Are you okay, honey?" she asked worriedly as she brought her hand up to her cheek. "We tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't move. We thought that you went into a coma, almost like before."

Ken blinked. "What time is it?"

His mother sighed and looked at her watch. "It is about 1 in the afternoon and you have soccer practice in less than an hour. Honey, are you sure that you are alright?"

"Yea, just..." he paused. "I'm just tired, but I'll be okay." Said Ken quietly as he headed over to the kitchen.

He got his usual breakfast and sat down at the table. He looked at it then pushed it away, folding his arms on the table and resting his head on his arms.

'I don't even feel that hungry,' he thought to himself silently as he looked at the bowl of cereal.

The phone rang a couple times and his mother picked it up.

"Ken it's for you. It is Davis." Called out his mother from the hallway.

Ken reached for the phone across the table and pressed a button.

"I got it mom," he called back as he put the phone to his ear.

"Ken! It sounds like you just woke up," exclaimed Davis.

Ken sighed slowly then rubbed his face again. "Yes, I just got up right now."

"Hell, man. Maybe you are sick. Anyways, I just called to remind you that we are scrimmaging against the girl's team from the far side of town." Said Davis a bit loudly.

Ken groaned a bit and held the phone away from his ear.

"Just called to remind you and we are still meeting you outside of your place, right?"

"Yes, I'll be ready soon. See you then." Said Ken as he pressed another button and the phone switched off.

He sighed and walked out of the kitchen to get ready. After about fifteen minutes, Ken was now walking towards the front door when his mother stopped him.

"Ken, are you sure that you are up for practice? You seem a little pale." She said.

Ken sighed mentally then nodded his head.

"Yes, I'm fine mom. Don't worry." He lied slightly, not letting her know that he skipped breakfast.

"Alright, have a good day, dear." Said his mother as she watched him leave.

Ken walked into the elevator and pressed the button to the first floor. The elevator soon buzzed to life and started to lower the car down to the given level. There was a scuffle in Ken's soccer bag and Wormmon's head popped up.

"Ken, something is bothering you and I know it. You have to tell me." Pleaded Wormmon.

"It's nothing, okay? Don't worry about it," said Ken as the elevator doors opened.

Wormmon slid back into the bag and Ken walked out of the elevator, only to stop to see a shadow at the lobby doors. His eyes widened as he looked at the same figure that was in his nightmare. The cape of the outfit slowly slid across the floor as the figure slowly and ever so quietly walked towards him.

Ken stepped back, only to feel the closed elevator doors behind him. He gulped nervously as the shadow stopped at the edge of the doorway, not going any further where it was well lit.

"Hey Ken!" yelled Davis from outside. "You coming or what?"

Ken tensed as the shadow disappeared when Davis swung the door open.

"Earth to Ken, we're going to be late." Said Davis as he looked at him. "Whoa man. You don't look good at all. It looks like you've seen a ghost or something."

Ken shook his head then straightened his back. "I'm fine..let's go."

Davis shrugged his shoulders then walked back out of the building. Ken followed Davis, not being able to shake off the feeling that the nightmare seemed so real.

'Perhaps I have too much stress. After practice I'm going to take it easy,' he thought to himself silently.

After walking to the soccer field, Davis and Ken set their gear beside their bench.

"Hi Ken! Over here!" yelled Yolie as she waved at him from the bleachers, with the rest of their friends sitting around her.

Ken sweat dropped and slightly waved back at her. T.K, Kari, and Cody seemed annoyed from her loud voice as their partners covered their ears and hid in the bleachers. Ken moved his gaze around the neatly cut and painted soccer field when his eyes landed on a girl standing in front of the goal. She had purple hair that was just the length below her shoulders and she kicked a soccer ball with her knees, keeping it off of the ground.

"Alright boys, here's how it works." Said the coach to get their attention.

Ken turned around and faced the coach, more or less listening.

"This is just a scrimmage against the girl's team, but don't take this lightly. That girl by the goal is their top goalie and forward they got. Whatever happens, do not let her score if she is forward and try to catch her off guard when you go to score." Explained the coach as he tapped his pen on the clipboard. "Alright, you know who's on when. Now let's get going!"

Ken and some other boys walked over to their position and cracked their knuckles. Ken stepped up to center and he looked at the forward that he was facing.

A fluff of orange hair was tied in a ponytail and she grinned in an overconfident matter. Her freckled dotted her face, making it seem like you could connect the dots and get a pattern of any sort.

"Hey cutie," she said in a more or less scratchy voice, "don't go too hard on us because we wouldn't want that pretty face of yours all bashed in."

Ken sighed and shook his head slowly. "Let the best team win."

As soon as the ref blew the whistle, the game commenced with a roar. The girl's team had the ball and scored within the first 30 seconds. The boys groaned and some of them muttered as the game got worse. After half time and the last few minutes were left, the goalie kicked the ball out to Ken and he hesitated. The score was almost even, with the boys trailing by a few points.

He caught the ball under his foot then he kicked it to keep it rolling, as he ran towards the other goal. It seemed that the girls just hung out at center field and watched the perfect soccer player take his chance with their goalie. The girl did not even flinch as Ken got closer to the goal. Ken stopped running and glanced back at the other players. The girls seemed to be very confident as their smug grins were visible, while the boys yelled for him to shoot and teach them a lesson.

Ken looked back at the goalie and noticed that she was smirking slightly, watching his every movement. He tensed when he actually saw her yellow eyes.

Take your chance, Ken...one shot decides the fate of your team's game...

Ken's eyes widened a bit and he started to sweat. He shook his head and looked at the girl again, but this time she was tensed and ready for the shot. She held her hands out slightly in front of her, as if ready to catch something yet her eyes were blue instead of yellow.

"Are you going to kick the ball or what?" she yelled impatiently.

Ken breathed in slowly then kicked the ball for the goal. As if in slow motion, the ball went straight for the girl and she caught it at chest level. The whistles went off and all of the boys groaned in defeat. The girl walked up to him and raised an eyebrow.

"Just wasn't your day today?" she asked as she studied his pale face.

Ken nodded slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The girl smiled and shoved the ball hard into Ken's chest.

"Don't worry. You always have more chances" she said as she walked off.

Ken tried to get his breathing back to normal from getting winded. He then walked back to his team, who were sitting on the bench in defeat. Davis jumped up and jogged to Ken.

"It's okay, buddy. So we lost to some girls. It was just a bad day for you, that's all." Said Davis, trying to cheer people up. "Anyways, you are kind of sick so you tried your best. I bet when you get better, you'll school those girls!"

Ken smiled slightly. "Yea, I guess you are right."

After the game, the group retreated back to Ken's house for a snack, yet his mother did not seem to mind. She enjoyed that Ken was getting company to come over. They all gathered in his room and around the computer, to check how the original digidestined's friends were. Ken inhaled sharply as he saw the shadow again, on the screen and he pushed the chair right back from the computer desk, bumping into Yolie.

"Hey!" yelled Yolie. "Watch it! You almost crushed my toe!"

The mistakes that you've made have come back to haunt you...and your soul will be shattered...you'll know how we felt. All of us.