By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all it's characters are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing, kiddies.
Author's Notes- Okay, so I continued it. So sue me. I had some great ideas of a psycho story...ah..I won't say much more because I might give the story all away! Not like anything much happens in this yet, but still. Yes, the rose/flower metaphors will be throughout the whole story. That's the big thing that links everything together..I guess. ;) More will be explained about this later, so if you're confused don't worry. Aw, I'll shut up so you can read. Please read and review as always!
Daisuke stumbled as he walked back home from the digital world...stumbling out of pure shame. Shame for doing...that..with the enemy. Shame for wanting more when he should have been vomiting in disgust. Shame for not receiving more...dammit. He didn't know what to think anymore.
He was supposed to hate this guy! Hate him with every fiber of his body.
And in a way he did...for this flower had been poisoned in it's feeding. Poisoned into a deep addition of it's spiked water.
He wouldn't last much longer if he didn't go back...he knew it. And it disgusted him, yet at the same time lured him to that...that..demon who had taken his soul as a toy. A toy...and he was starting to fear that he was enjoying being played with by...him.
"I hate him..I hate him...he's done something to me..that fucking asshole..", Daisuke breathed out, in frustration, sickened by his own thoughts. He was engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice his knees give out to the grassy ground below him, and someone run up to him calling his name.
"Daisuke! Are you okay? Daisuke!", it was a familiar voice, a girl. Daisuke pried his eyes from the ground to look at her. Yagami Hikari. She was over him, worry clouding her deep brown eyes. Daisuke had been missing during practice, and she was looking around the field area to see if he was there. She had found him...only to see the boy topple over. She shook him,
"Daisuke...", This finally got his attention, as he looked up at Hikari and murmured, suddenly exhausted,
"Hi Hikari-chan...tell the others I'm sorry..for missing practice..."
"Daisuke! Where were you? What happened...?", Hikari asked, still worried. Something didn't seem right. But before he could reply, she quickly said,
"Never mind, you're going home Daisuke..you look sick and I don't think you can play today. They'll understand, don't worry."
"But-"
"No buts, I'll take you home!", she helped him up, and began leading him away from the field. Normally, Daisuke would be gushing with happiness that Hikari was even paying attention to him...but now, he was just silent. Silent with his thoughts parading his mind.
Thoughts that made him want to fall down again, out of anguish. It just wasn't right..it wasn't. But a part of him was telling his soul that it was. And it was scaring him.
"Okay Daisuke...tell me what happened.", Hikari said, as they got farther from the field, walking at a slow pace. Daisuke thought of what to tell her, and much to his dismay and disgust, he couldn't think of anything appropriate.
"I don't know..I-", he began, tears welling up in his chocolate eyes, " I just don't know! I don't understand myself now, Hikari..I'm so fucked up now...", he sobbed out, feeling himself collapsing on to the ground again. Seeing this, Hikari quickly caught him before he hit the ground.
"Daisuke...", she said, looking at his sobbing form. She had never seen the fiery keeper of courage and friendship so distraught and lost. Something was definitely wrong. Very wrong. She prodded him, "...come on, we're nearly to your house, you can lie down and gather your thoughts..", Whatever had happened to the boy, it must have been bad. They would have to find out...but not when Daisuke was like this.
"Okay..", he choked out, still crying. Crying because he didn't know. Crying because he hated what had been done to him. And crying...because he wanted more.
The flower's petals were starting to wilt.
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"He's beautiful....a wonderful shade of rose that stands out from the others. He'll be a wonderful addition to my garden...", the boy murmured, tracing his hands over a picture of his rose, Daisuke.
You're falling prey to your own obsession, Ken...
"Hah! You don't know anything!", Ken shouted to the voice in his mind. The voice that had always disagreed with everything he had done. He could never escape that mocking voice...so he just replied, haughtily to it's words, "You think I don't know that? I revel in the fact that I'm obsessed with such a lovely specimen."
Oh really? And what are you going to do with this "specimen" as so you say?
"Simple. I'm going to make him mine, forever.", he stated, still tracing his hand over the picture in delirious pleasure. "I've already taken claim over his soul...he'll come back. He knows that if he doesn't, he'll be destroyed."
Destroyed? What do you mean by that?
"You really are an idiot. Need is like a chain...a chain pulling you towards the one you desire. Daisuke is too naive to conquer and manipulate it, like I am...so instead of taking the initiative, he will let it conquer him...it's starting it's effect as we speak right now. He'll be back."
This isn't normal. You can't just capture someone like that...it's immoral. Even if you get him, do you think it will be true love? Or just one of your sick games of capture-and-control , like you're doing to the digimon?
This infuriated Ken, as he slammed his hand down on the picture, glaring. "This IS no such thing as love, you fool!", Silence. His voice softened a bit, "Love is a fleeting thought of the mind...luring one into their own trap of illusions. I don't operate on account of love, it's my need...my want for my rose. And there's nothing you can say to block my having of him. He shall be mine."
It seems to me that you're trying to fool yourself in self-protection.
"Believe what you must..but love does not exist. The belief in it only brings pain to those who fall into it's box. The idea of it is crazy."
You should talk, you're the one hearing voices in your head.
He laughed at that, "Oh, but I relish my insanity.....and I plan on pulling Daisuke in it's grasp as well. He already is not too sane in the first place. We shall share this insanity together, don't you agree?"
After saying that, Ken got no reply. Just the blow of wind outside, scattering the dead leaves of autumn in the air. He cursed the voice again, in frustration. He hated those conversations that they had...he always became so unraveled in his anger. It always happened when he was alone...just to himself. As if the voice didn't want anyone to hear Ken's replies...even wormmon wasn't in the room.
And what Ken hated the most was that most of the time the voice was right. But he couldn't be right about love....it didn't exist. And if it ever did, it had never shined its rays on Ken's soul. What he felt was need, need for his reluctant rose...need for Daisuke's delectable petals, right? Ken shivered in pure fury at that small questioning of his thoughts. It was not love. It was need.
"Damn you Osamu....you will not be right again.", he hissed, staring ahead, waiting for his rose to come back to heal it's wilted petals.
Nothing would interrupt his true plans.
You're eyes are closed from the thought.
Of love which makes your soul distraught,
Refusing to believe it might be true,
That he is right, and wrong are you.