Observing the Enigma: Extracting your Information
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- I was going to post this yesterday, but I couldn't sign on to my email to get it. *mumble* I kind of like this chapter..though I've been feeling rather blocked these past days. I want my computer at home..*cry* Oh well, can't have everything you want. Although I'm not that quite sure about Ken…Well, I'm done blabbering. On to the story!
Daisuke looked at the floor in shock. He didn't quite know what he had done, and why he had done it, but he knew that somehow it had pleased the one standing above him. And somehow…it pleased him, himself as well. And at the same time it sickened him beyond belief.
"Are you going to..to hurt me after that…?", he asked rather dumbly. He really couldn't think right now, and anything that was going on in his mind was immediately spoken to his dismay.
Ken gave him a thoughtful look, his face unchanging and simply asked, "Your life isn't in my hands. And even if it was, why would I hurt or dispose of such an…interesting specimen such as you?"
"Why are you asking me this…after what just happened? Doesn't it mean anything to you?", Daisuke was holding his head now. He just couldn't comprehend what was going on…it was like trying to solve an impossible problem. Why was he here? Why did Ken kiss him? Just…why?
"Yes, it means something to me. But that is beside the point. I don't let my mind wander from the mission set. I shouldn't be answering questions. You should…that's why you're here. Because I want to know about you..", Daisuke couldn't believe what he was hearing. He answered rather coldly,
"I'm not your guinea pig, Ken.", Ken's eyes widened at the tone of his specimen's voice.
"I didn't say you were. I just thirst for knowledge about you, my Daisuke. As I said to myself, you are an enigma."
"Enigma?", Daisuke managed to say. He wasn't quite sure what the word meant, but at this point he didn't care.
"Explain to me..", Ken's lips quirked a bit. Second part of the experiment, the pursuing of the answer. "Why you act like you do in front of the others like that? Why do you act like it doesn't hurt but know in reality that it does. It burns. It tears you to tears. Explain to me why you returned my kiss to you. Explain to me that."
Daisuke gave a look of confusion, shock and resentment to Ken. Oh how he wanted to scream out it was all because of him, but he couldn't. It wasn't really a matter of pride really, it wasn't fear of rejection either. No…it was just pure fear. He wasn't really sure why he was afraid…was it really rejection? No…not after what had just happened. Was it because he was afraid to enjoy the touch of the blood stained angel standing in front of he, his waiting arms open?
Daisuke didn't want the blood of others on him.
He didn't want to have another thing to brood about when he sat alone in his room…another thing to lie about when Chibimon would ask.
And most of all, he didn't want to admit that to himself and anyone else.
"I don't know what you're talking about.", he said, a lie that he intended to keep.
Ken traced a finger along his cheek. "You know, I do have ways of finding out…but it just would be so much easier if you would just let go and tell me why you hurt."
At that, Daisuke snapped at him, eyes flashing with fury, "You think I know?! All I know in my mind is that I've been hurting since the day I was born. And I've just dealt with it, okay?! I don't see why you need to know this so much! Hell, I don't even know why..", he faltered, staring at the ground, "Why I'm even here in the first place. Fight you. Protecting them. Or trying to..at least.."
Ken gave a calculating look to Daisuke. He realized that Daisuke was lost in his own maze, wandering aimlessly in search for a reason.
This had just taken an interesting turn…
"You haven't dealt with it, Daisuke. You've just ignored it. There's a difference.", he gave a grin, "But you have answered my question quite well. Here's another question for you, holder of courage."
"What now?", Daisuke sighed. He really hated this. There was something inside of him tugging him to scream out and grasp on Ken like life itself.
Grasp on to those blood stained wings. What was holding him back? Was it really the others…
"Daisuke, you are like a bird in a cage. But I have the key, Daisuke, I have the key. This is a simple question…why don't you join me?"
Time seemed to freeze just then. Such a simple thing to say, but so complex to answer it made one's head hurt. The boundaries would be demolished if Daisuke joined Ken. Could that happen? Was it too much of a taboo to even consider? Daisuke shook his head.
"I…can't answer that question for you. I'd have to consider it…alone.", Alone because he would not want anyone to tip his scale of thought, to turn him biased. He looked up as Ken nodded.
"Then consider. But think this, Motomiya Daisuke…where does the hurt seem less?", Before he could answer, Daisuke found himself in the same spot he was before he talked with Ken. Before he kissed the indigo haired child.
"Daisuke! Where are you, we've got to go!", the voice of the child of light pierced the air around him. He picked up his mask and put it on yet again, following where the voice of his pseudo love was.
Only this time, he had a feeling the mask was just about to fall off permanently.
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Ken smiled to himself as he let his specimen off for a bit. Second Part of the observation, completed.
The third part was just beginning. And he had his ways to bend Daisuke's consideration to his will.
And to Daisuke's will as well.