Series: Scars of Victory||Title: One Year
Characters: Kaiser, Daisuke||Ship: Kaiser x Daisuke
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 2,319
Genre: Angst||Rated: PG-13
Challenges: Diversity Writing: Ken x Daisuke: E27, T rated; One Ship Boot Camp, #49, unfeeling; Include The Word, Digimon, #12, quiet; DaiKen Week, day #1, past/future
Notes: This takes place in my series Scars of Victory, wherein Kaiser defeated the Chosen and took Daisuke as his trophy/slave/consort. So, now it's a year afterward and Ken has a few thoughts about the past and the future. Beware of brainwashing, references to death, non-consensual kissing and sharing of bed.
Summary: After a whole year of ruling the Digital World and enjoying Daisuke's submission, the Kaiser considers what was before, what he has, and what he can do next.
It had been an entire year. Kaiser almost couldn't believe it. Twelve months of being the unquestioned master of the Digital World - and the unquestioned Master of Motomiya Daisuke. That was almost a little sweeter. Though he really wasn't certain which he enjoyed more. The two things wove around one another so very tightly that he couldn't separate them, and he didn't especially want to.
Right now, Daisuke knelt submissively at his feet, clad in the Kaiser's own colors, neat and clean, his eyes cast down, and if Kaiser had seen them, they would have been full of adoration for him. That he approved of. Which was, of course, why he'd arranged for Daisuke to have that in the first place. The collar around Daisuke's neck made it impossible for him to think or remember or do or be anything that Kaiser didn't want him to be.
"Daisuke." Kaiser said at last, and his slave looked up at once, large brown eyes focusing on him as if Kaiser were the source of all life. Which, of course, he was as far as Daisuke was concerned. Kaiser reached out to caress the side of Daisuke's face. "Today is our anniversary. You've belonged to me for a whole year now." He nodded slightly to indicate that Daisuke could speak.
"It doesn't feel that long, master," Daisuke murmured, keeping his voice pitched properly low. "I think it only feels like a few days."
"I know. I feel the same way." Kaiser considered his options. He had already decided not to have a celebration. At least not one that multiple folk might be invited to - why would he even want that? Digimon were little more than vaguely sentient lumps of data. They meant nothing to him except as toys and tools. But to celebrate his taking and taming of Daisuke? That he would gladly do. "I've had a special meal arranged for us tonight. And I have a surprise for you as well."
Daisuke blinked a little. "A surprise, Master?" He worried at his lower lip. "But I don't have anything for you."
And how could he, when Kaiser had everything? But Kaiser only chuckled and patted Daisuke once again. "You have yourself. That's always what I want from you - just to be you for me. Can you do that for me forever?"
"I will, Master!" Daisuke declared, a few flickers of light burning in his eyes. Kaiser leaned forward to brush his lips against Daisuke's. Daisuke didn't hesitate for a second, but returned the kiss as much as he could. Kaiser waited until what he knew was the absolute right moment then whispered a soft command. Daisuke's ears might not hear it, but as close as he was, the collar would and that was what he wanted.
Daisuke stopped right away. He blinked slowly, then his eyes cleared and he stared at Kaiser, building rage and anger overflowing. For a moment he surged forward, but the collar hissed and sparked and he stopped where he was, shaking in unmeasured fury. Kaiser chuckled.
"You haven't changed a bit," he purred, quite pleased to see this other side of Daisuke - what some people might call the "real" Daisuke. Kaiser far preferred to think of him as the original Daisuke. He didn't like to see him turn up all that often, preferred the Daisuke that he'd created, but this would do for a little amusement.
"How could I when you won't even let me exist?" Daisuke snapped, his fingers tightening into fists. The first time that Kaiser had allowed this, Daisuke had hit the wall until his knuckles bled. Kaiser wasn't going to allow that. What was his only could hurt as he declared it, and he hadn't declared it.
He fit a hand on Daisuke's cheek and smiled at him. "That's not my problem. Do you really need to exist? You're my property now. I think we already went through this, though, didn't we?"
Daisuke trembled, clearly not liking how Kaiser touched him, and unable to do anything about it. While his mind was in its original configuration,, his body remained suborned to the Kaiser's will, which meant he wasn't going to move unless Kaiser let him. He probably wouldn't let him. It was too much fun to see his frustration and fury in moments like this.
Kaiser toyed with his pet's hair. "A whole year since I crushed those idiots and made you mine. Do you think anyone even remembers you back there? I doubt it. They probably have written everyone off." He suspected that wasn't entirely true. He'd sealed the gateways but there were always the occasional moments when he thought someone prodded at them. They couldn't get past his shielding. He thought it might well be the older Chosen. Perhaps. He would never know, because they weren't going to get in.
"I hate you. I hate you so much," Daisuke hissed. "You're a murderer. You're awful. You - you -" Words failed him and Kaiser only smiled.
"What I am, is the winner." Nothing else mattered t all. He'd won. Finding out what to do with his victory was the difficult part. He toyed now and then with removing the collar from Daisuke and breaking him the long, slow, hard way. That would certainly offer quite a few challenges, and give him something interesting to look forward to. Perhaps he'd let matters go on like this for a while, letting Daisuke remember that he existed now only as the Kaiser wanted him to, and only for as long as he wanted the other to.
It certainly sounded interesting, if only to him, and what else mattered? Nothing, that was it. Nothing at all.
"You didn't win anything." Daisuke spat the words out, edged in rage and fury that only mounted with each passing moment. "All you do is hurt people. Kill people."
"Now, now that's not quite true." He caught Daisuke's chin and turned it so he could stare into those deep brown eyes. He did think that he liked this look far more than the absolute submissiveness of his creation. It reminded him of the old days, when Daisuke fought against him, and it was somewhat of a challenge. "I can also do things to you."
"That comes under hurting people," Daisuke growled. "Let me go! Let me go home!"
"You are home. You are mine and you belong to me." Kaiser traced Daisuke's lips with one finger. "I might have to teach you that. In fact, I know just how to do it." After the last year, he knew Daisuke far better than the other could believe. He could pick all the information he wanted from Daisuke's brain and the other wouldn't even be aware of it if his Master didn't want him to be. Normally he didn't want him to be. Daisuke was far more tractable when he was little more than a lump of malleable flesh.
More tractable but not as interesting and truth to tell, Kaiser wanted something more interesting on some days. He'd captured almost all of the Digimon running free and once he did that, they were easy to fit with a Ring or a Spiral, and that left them as no challenge whatsoever. He'd heard rumors that there were a few survivors who called themselves a resistance, but he'd never found any real traces of them. He suspected that they weren't anything more than vague whispers on the wind, sent by those he hadn't caught yet to give one another hope.
But he did want to crush those little slivers of hope, because if they caught into the correct fertile ground, they could become real hope and he wanted none of that. Even those Digimon that he hadn't captured yet needed to know that they all belonged to him. His territory was wide and far-ranging and he discovered day by day that there was more that he hadn't been able to get to. Part of him liked that. Part of him didn't.
Being the unquestioned Kaiser wasn't without its issues. That was why he stayed here and didn't just give it all up as a bad job to go back to Earth. They would never appreciate him there regardless.
And while he refused to admit it, a part of him didn't want to go back, because he suspected if he did, there would be questions about what happened to the other Chosen. From the surviving older ones, if nothing else. He wasn't going to let that happen.
He toyed his fingers through Daisuke's hair. "Come along," he ordered, rising to his feet. He arranged for what he wanted in moments, then headed out to his personal favorite arena. Daisuke followed along, his movements a little slower and jerkier than Kaiser would have liked. Perhaps he'd have to give him more control more often. His servant - his consort - should be more graceful than that.
Kaiser might still be but twelve, but the longer he only had Daisuke around, the more thoughts of certain natures occurred to him. Not that they never had before, but he knew what would happen in due course. He wasn't ready for it to happen yet, but they slept in the same bed every night, and he favored Daisuke with kisses whenever the mood struck him. Perhaps in another year or two he would feel ready for more. The question would then become if he should consummate the relationship with Daisuke's mind in full awareness or with the submissive, obedient slave who would do anything to please his master. or both - both would be interesting. Not at the same time; not even he could accomplish that. But one night for one and one night for another? That he could easily manage.
He did look forward to that in the future. But all in good time. He wanted to ensure it was worth the anticipation.
Soon the two of them sat overseeing the arena. Or rather, he sat in his throne, and Daisuke knelt down at his feet, attention on the arena below. Kaiser gave an order, and two Digimon came out there - Agumon and Gabumon. They were the ones who had been partnered to Yagami and Ishida - technically they probably still were, but that meant nothing now. Both of them sported Evil Spirals - he would be able to evolve them if he so desired. But for now, he simply gave the order, and the two of them began to spar against one another.
At his order, Daisuke watched, unable to turn his head away, and Kaiser watched in pure enjoyment. He didn't know which he liked better, watching the combat itself, or watching Daisuke watch it, and clearly hating every second of it. He passed his own time by stroking the back of Daisuke's head. He'd learned months ago that Daisuke had a very sensitive scalp, and combining stroking there with the torment before him made for a very pleasant interaction in his opinion. Daisuke hated it when Kaiser made him feel good, so Kaiser went out of his way to ensure that he made Daisuke feel very good.
A thought occurred to him, and he ordered, "Stand up. Sit here." He indicated his lap. Daisuke's eyes widened, even as the collar forced him to obey. Kaiser enjoyed the weight of Daisuke there, even more so than he enjoyed seeing Daisuke humbled and tamed before him. He ran his fingers alongside Daisuke's skin and breathed in the scent of his rage. So pleasant. So enticing. This was the greatest reward of his conquest - a true trophy in every sense of the word. He would be thrilled to one day take it beyond. For now, he savored the feel of Daisuke's hate and pleasure all mixed into one heady cocktail.
The battle beneath kept on going, lightning and ice dancing around one another. He enjoyed the show there as well. If there was one thing that he liked, it was those who'd once fought against him now being his devoted slaves, doing whatever he ordered and pleasing him with it.
"I hate you," Daisuke whispered. "I'm always going to hate you. You've taken everything from me."
"And I give you even more. You're safe. You don't have to fight anymore. you don't have to go to school anymore, or have people around who mistreat you. You don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from or where you're going to sleep at night. You're absolutely safe." Kaiser circled his arms around Daisuke's waist and held him close. "Whatever could you want that I haven't given you?"
"My friends! My home! Not being tortured by you! My partner!" Daisuke snapped. Kaiser remembered why he didn't like to do this very often. Daisuke always ranted about what he'd lost instead of thinking about all that he'd gained. Perhaps it would be interesting to attempt that intensive training. The idea had merit.
"None of that meant anything. I am keeping you and we have had this discussion too many times. Now watch the show and if you can't say anything new, then be quiet," Kaiser ordered. He didn't expect to hear from Daisuke again unless he ordered it any time soon.
A tiny bit of something fell and Kaiser glanced up. It wasn't getting ready to rain, so what had that dampness been? He frowned - it was a tear. A tear coming from Daisuke. Really, what did the other think he had to cry about? Would he have to teach him what pain meant – again.
Perhaps he would. Daisuke only seemed to respond to pain these days. Well. He could do that. He was very, very good at hurting people. One must do what one was best at. And he would do that for a very long time.
The End
Notes: Okay, this week I'm going to catch up on some old series. Not every time, but for some of them. Let's go!
Those of you who have read Interruptions and Annoyances can probably guess that Ken did eventually take the time ot break Daisuke the long and slow way. Fun was not had by anyone – except Ken. And probably me.