Falling Inside the Black
Summary: Yamato, Hikari, and Ken find themselves being drawn back to the world of Darkness. There, they must traverse the Digital World's Hell to take down the Demon Lords and Dagomon while overcoming their personal dilemmas.
Warnings: Heavy violence, mentions of abuse, incest, and rape.
Pairings: Taishirou, ex-Sorato/ex-Jyoumato, hinted Takari, hinted Kenyako. Also DaemonxLilithmon.
A/N: This is part of the headcanon, but can be read as a stand-alone. The Chosen's Digimon will likely not make an appearance (the Digital World was cut off in 2004).
A/N: This is a super Yamato-centric chapter (and I promise, how he turns out in this is temporary!). If you've read my work, you know what to expect.
7 – Crest of Lust
"That girl knows she's useless," Rosemon chuckled. She darted around the room, even landing a few blows to the Kaizer. Only a few more and she would undoubtedly have him- he would never fully accept the darkness with the way his guilt was controlling him. Humans and their foolish emotions.
"Don't talk about Hikari that way!"
"...and the other boy- he's just a puppet."
"Say that to him!" Ken retorted, before being knocked into one of the pillars of the stairwell. He had cracked the column, but his body was only bruised. His power... was amplified in this place.
"What will you do if you defeat me? Do you have any idea what's really going on?" she taunted.
"I'll find a way," Ken breathed, raising his arms. The whip made contact and he cried out and sunk to his knees. In seconds, Rosemon was holding him up by his neck, his feet dangling from the air.
"You intend to reason with the gods of the Dark Area?" Rosemon wondered. "Just how to you expect to pass through the Seal of Gehenna, when even Daemon's powers can barely peirce the ancient gate?"
"I don't know... what you're talking about!" Ken barked, throwing his whip at the Digi-Mistress' legs, wrapping her ankles. She fell back, hitting the ground hard.
Ken loomed over her as she laughed at him: "You'll never be able to harnass the Crests of Sin. See if you ever get through that door, when you can't even bring yourself to kill me."
"Watch me," Ken found himself saying. He placed his foot against her breast, pinning her down, then removed his whip. He extended it to a straight point, not unlike a sword.
"You couldn't kill real Digimon then. You can't do it now."
"Shut up!" Ken barked. "I'll do anything to save everyone who has given me this chance!" He pressed the tip against her heart, so close blood began to pool at the tiny pinprick. He hesitated, but he couldn't for long. She would rise up again, just like Daemon. He had to kill her. He thrusted the sharp whip through with a crunching sound and after a choked cry, she fell limp.
He was stunned, surely. He didn't even notice when her body disappated and his foot fell through to the floor. He dropped on his knees to where her information once lay and cried.
Lilithmon pulled away, "I don't understand. You humans have such confusing relations."
Yamato coughed, reaching out for anything. She had selfishly dredged up everything he had drowned in alcohol, sex, and loathing. She had no right! He clasped one of the four-posts, still gasping. Warm tears stained his cheeks. Even the Digimon's breathing made him jump and he sank to the floor, still trembling.
"On the other hand, you've done things only I can imagine and dreamt things that even tempt my heart. How beautifully tortured you are."
"Shut up."
"This is how I will break you," she announced, lifting his body from the floor. He thrashed once again in her arms. She used her Nazar Nail to break his left arm when he continued to resist, even after she hugged him so dearly. A small price to pay for her ticket to freedom.
Yamato's scream turned into a seething growl as he clutched his broken forearm. Then she was on top of him. Her purple lips reminded him of a corpse and her lusting eyes reminded him of his mother. He raised his right arm to slap her away.
She laughed at him. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that. See, I am Lilithmon. I was put on this earth for man, but you know I couldn't accept that. In fact, you understand quite well, don't you? That's why it's killing you to submit to a woman."
Yamato tried to mumble, You have no idea what you're talking about, but it came out as a series of muffled words and crying. His arm was killing him and he couldn't shake the images she had dredged up.
She kissed him. Her tongue was probably a snake in all aspects, right down to the scales, but he couldn't think about it. She forced her hips on his and held down both his arms, making him scream again.
In that desperate moment and like any other waking moment, Yamato wished for anyone to hear him, but he couldn't speak. Her tongue was wrapped in his and her fangs were nipping his lips. Giving up would be so much easier. He had given up in every other aspect. His band was decimated. Sora hated him. Takeru wouldn't awknowledge him. Taichi didn't even remember him. He whimpered as heat unwillingly built lower.
How accustomed he had grown to being near anyone that would give him a second look. Just so he didn't feel alone.
When she ripped the baby blue pants from his waist, he managed to even fling his limp arm at her since she had freed it, but the act only caused him more physical pain. His mental pain was intensifying and he only realized now how routine and numb he had become. He was pressing into her thighs and she purred in his ear.
"So lovely... so worthy... I'll enjoy this body so much, but never more than I'm enjoying it right now," she whispered, tracing her nails across his chest, running over the pink nubs peeking through his white dress shirt. She caught on his loose, black tie and tossed it away.
Mom... Mom... stop... why can't you just see me for what I am? I'm ugly and damaged and I'm not worthy of anyone, even myself...! I hate you and yet all I've ever wanted is to love you. I want to be close to you. I want to know I'm loved. This isn't, this isn't-!
She grinded against him. Yamato could feel her slick skin as it took hold of him. His pleasure centers were haywire- something he had attempted for himself many times, just to feel alive. Now, he just wanted to die. He stopped resisting altogether as her voice, so human, filled the room and his mind. He couldn't distinguish it from his mother's, the numerous lovers, his own, or even Takeru's, now. The feeling was too much; her insides tugging him and her hands on his waist and ribs.
Giving up was just so much easier.
He filled her, and like everything else, it left him empty.
"Yes," she breathed. "You'll definetly do." She pulled something from a black, beaded chain around her neck.
Yamato's vision was blurry and his mind was completely blank. He wondered with what strength he had left- had she taken his soul, physically? What was that glow? A green light was hanging from the chain. He couldn't make out the symbol beneath until he felt the pain against his chest. He scrambled to tear out the buttons of his shirt. Where the scar of his crest had burned into his skin burned another. Invisible. Hidden underneath what he was supposed to be. Five points. Four at the top, the other lines running down to meet the final point on the lower right corner like the inner workings of a motherboard.
Then, he blacked out.
Hikari tried to remain positive as she wandered through a library, endless rooms, and long stretches of hallway. She imagined herself inside a puzzle game, trying to find the correct path out, just like on the back of her cereal boxes.
Yamato would be the prize at the bottom of the box.
She had to avoid her share of Bakemon, but if there was one thing she learned how to do during this adventure, it was that she could use her brains when she didn't have the brawn. She tucked herself behind a glorified statue of Lilithmon- seriously, even Angewomon didn't have tits that big –and listened in.
"At least when working for Vamdemon, I balanced the books. Since when does accounting make me a gopher?"
The other Bakemon was chilling against a wall- something difficult to do for a ghost, but managable. He had his eyes closed, heavy as the rest of his sagging sheet. "You should slack off while she has that plaything Rosemon brought her. You know how blind she is when she has a bedmate."
Hikari didn't want to comprehend what that implied. Yamato had been anything less than promiscious and to believe such a thing was of his will was almost as insane as realizing it probably wasn't.
The first Bakemon began to wander off and when he disappeared into one of the rooms, Hikari tossed her voice, deeply, "Remind me again where she is? You know, so I can avoid it."
"The chamber in the West, where else? You need to rest more than I thought, Bob."
Hikari grinned to herself and rushed back into the main hallway. She found the west wing and hurried over. The area was as expansive as the other side of the castle, but she would have to try. She looked for the most elaborate door- Lilithmon was as vain as they come. She tugged on the slender, silver knob.
"Damn it," she hissed. "There has to be some way in."
"Allow me?"
"Ken!" Hikari cried. "You scared me!"
Ken snickered, "I didn't mean to. Looks like you could use a hand."
"...are you okay?" she wondered, observing the many tears and burns in his Kaizer cloak. He passed her and raised a hand to the knob, blasting it off with pure, evil energy. She stepped back and looked at him. Were his eyes somehow growing duller?
"Fine. Let's get Yamato and take down Lilithmon while we're at it."
"Can we...?" she wondered. "Why would we?"
"Rosemon mentioned some kind of door that GranDracmon lies behind. She said we needed Crests to open it. Crests of Sin."
"...Sin?" Hikari coughed up the word. She had purposely avoided it since Takeru made it loose all meaning.
"I imagine Lilithmon would have a good idea where to find them, don't you?"
Hikari could only nod in silence as they slowly opened the large, purple door. Inside was the huge room with purple and black tile. No one was sitting at the throne.
The Kaizer raised his shades to get a better look. "There. At the end. A door is open."
Hikari's dress shoes clacked and echoed as she dashed across the room. Ken followed, still holding the whip in his grasp. He was alert as if having downed caffiene pills. Hikari found herself tearing up as she neared the door.
"Oh, Ken, it's Yamato-" she started, disappearing into the bedroom. Ken waited near the door, never taking his eyes from anything around him.
Hikari leaned over. Yamato appeared alright. All of his clothes were intact, although wrinkled. She felt his forehead. Cold and clammy. "Yamato?" She shook him. "Ken, he's not waking up."
The Kaizer strolled in. The place was reminiscent of his own base and he felt uncomfortably at home. He walked over to the sleeping blonde. He was so lovely. "Try again, Hikari."
She shook him and this time, Yamato stirred. When his glossy eyes cleared he kicked and scrambled backwards, finding the pillows and covering himself. He took one and tossed it at Hikari. She caught it and looked over the crimson frill. "Yamato?"
"He's terrified," Ken breathed. "I've seen enough terrified Digimon to know."
Hikari ignored the comment and reached out her hand. "But... but he looks fine, otherwise. And where is Lilithmon?"
"Not sure," Ken stated.
Yamato kicked the girl's hand with a whimper and continued to scramble back, falling from the bed. Ken rounded the end just in time to see the blonde's shoes disappear underneath the grand, wooden frame. "I don't believe this."
"What?" Hikari wondered.
"He's hiding under the bed! Stupid-" Ken started and stifled himself. He ran his hand along the whip and curled it about, then tucked it into the holster. "Yamato, come out."
Only a whimper replied.
Hikari squatted and lifted the ruffle to find two glimmering blue eyes. "Lilithmon is gone, Yamato." He shook his head. Hikari looked back up, meeting Ken's stare. "Ken, I've never even heard of him acting like this. And my brother has a big mouth."
"Come on! We don't have time for this!" Ken barked, untangling the whip. "I'm going to drag him out!" But before Ken could, Yamato was clutching his ankles. Tears began to soak the purple leggings. Hikari hurried to join them, but this only made the blonde cling to Ken so harshly, he would have drawn blood if there wasn't a few centimeters of cloth between them. "Hikari... back away."
Hikari did so, staring at her feet as if she had done something horrible.
"Yamato, can you stand?" Ken questioned.
The blonde reached for the Kaizer's glasses, but missed.
"Er... you want these?" Ken wondered, removing them.
"He's like a frightened child," Hikari commented.
Yamato flinched at the sound of her voice, but took the shades anyway. He put them on his face and continued to hug Ken's boots.
Ken felt a bit of his humanity seeping through for a change and extended one of his gloved hands to Yamato. Slowly the blonde rose. He even managed to look straight at Hikari. He didn't make a sound.
"What now, Ken?" Hikari whispered. "We should never have forced him... this is horrible."
"He is a bit of an encumberance," Ken snorted. "That doesn't change the fact that we have to find Lilithmon."
"She's not in her castle, though..."
Ken massaged his temples and then his eyes caught sight of something in the reflection of the obsidian balcony doors. He turned. Behind him was a large map. "What is this...?"
"It's the Dark Area," Hikari started. She took a step forward and Yamato jerked back a step. He put Ken between himself and Hikari. She repeated in her mind how awful it was to see someone she once admired for his strength, reduced to so little.
"Look at this. We're on the second level. Maybe if we keep venturing deeper, we can find Lilithmon and these... Crests."
"But Yamato..."
"He's not comatose."
"In what world?" Hikari snapped. "He hasn't said a word."
"Like you said, Hikari. He's just a scared child. We can't leave him here, much less alone. Look, there's some kinda passage behind the castle. Let's go."
Ken started off, Yamato clinging to the Kaizer's cape. Hikari kept some distance, but brought up the rear as they headed for the third level of Hell.