I don't own digimon.
Character: Ken
World: 02 'Epilogue'
Series: Unknown & A Very WTF Collection
Notes:
The start of something secret. Speculation welcome. Hint Hint...
Chapter 41
Succesor
It was wonderful day in the digital world.
The sun was shining, the biyomon were idly chatting in the trees and Ken Ichiouiji was standing in the middle of some barren plains looking like a drunk idiot..
"How dare you call me by that name!" he announced and pointed towards the sky. "You shall call me by my title, The Digimon Emperor!"
Ken's comment fell on deaf ears, having forgotten how these sort of things work to an extent. With that, a much urgent request could be made.
"Wormmon, cookies." Ken added and his partner cautiously slid over, pulling out one of those plastic tins of Oreos. "Thank you."
He grabbed a couple cookies out and chomped down, his partner scurrying back to his original spot. For now, the two would just have to wait. It had been too long since they had danced this dance of war. In many ways, it felt refreshing. While ruling uncontested was nice and all, it got boring quickly. Especially with your only enemies being a bunch of hungry mercenaries feared by the general population of the realm. A shame too, since it made things a whole lot more boring.
He squinted out into the distance, making out a young boy in the distance. He couldn't be no older than seven or eight at most and appeared dressed in a plain green t-shirt partially covered by a blue vest and a pair of brown shorts. A pair of tennis shoes covered his feet, making small imprints within the sand. The only interesting thing about him appeared to be his spiky bush of magenta hair and a pair of brownish orange eyes. Strangely, he seemed to be holding a circular object in his hands.
"There you are!" the child announced and flung something in his direction. The object flew through the air and landed right at his feet. "Crud."
Almost on instinct, Ken picked the rock back up and flung it back towards the thrower. Sadly, he had just as terrible range as the one who threw it.
"Sorry, Mr Ichijouji. I wasn't able to find one." the boy explained as he stared towards the emperor. "I even try convincing one of those crazed mercenaries to let me have an egg. But they told me to scram or they would eat me."
Ken cracked a smile and laughed. In many ways, the kid was just like his father. In a way, he could admire him for that. But at the same time, it still made things kind of bittersweet. Especially after what happened 'them'.
"Try harder then. There's bound to be at least one digimon that managed to slip through the cracks. Laws of averages after all, Haruka. I had thought you had figured that out after all our previous lessons."
Haruka stared off into space, not at. While it probably made absolutely no sense for your math teacher to be the ruler of an entire world, he could roll with it. Especially after spending an hour yesterday, trying to haggle with a slug for a soda. Mr Ichijouji had claimed it was all part of the tutoring agreement his parents had signed. Personally, Haruka suspected that his 'tutor' was just making this up as they went along.
"Fine. I'll go look some more." Haruka remarked and headed off, not at all noticing Ken's gaze continue to focus on him. "You better not be lying!"
"I promise you, I'm not." Ken whispered as he made a glance towards Wormmon. "He is just like his father, isn't he?"
"A little bit. Wait. Who was his father?"
Ken sighed and kneeled down, whispering something into Wormmon's 'ear'.
"Oh." the digimon answered and took a deep breath. "Maybe he'll succeed where you-know-who didn't?"
"Possibly." Ken whispered and gave the caterpillar a pat. "Especially for our sakes."