//...blah...// - thoughts




To anyone else, there would have seemed like the whole world hadn't shifted. To anyone else, life wouldn't seem like someone broke all the eggs. To anyone else, this would seem unusual to get upset about. Then again, anyone else wouldn't have this situation on their hands.

Daisuke pulled the note off the fridge. Some family. His "lovely" sister, Jun, treated him like he had the black plague and his parents always found some excuse to avoid him. He hadn't seen them in over two years now and he sometimes wondered who bought the food that was always in the kitchen. It couldn't have been Jun, she only went clothes shopping with her friends.

It also looked like he was about to get kicked out of his own home. How unfair can life get? Didn't his parents think about what would happen to him? Where would he go though? How could he survive on his own? After all, he was only a kid.

//I could rely on one of my "friends" but I wouldn't want to do *that*. Call it plan z or somthin' lower. I don't think they'd even help me unless I was in *real* trouble. Like some big Digimon was going to stomp me, they'd save me but only because of Veemon. They actually like Veemon, and they need him to win this battle we're in. Without me, he can't digivolve. Is that suppose to give me purpose or just put me down?

Maybe I should go live in the Digital world. There's cities there and the Digimon don't care how old you are. That'd be plan a if it wasn't for the Digimon Kaizer. Its my best option though, as sad as it seems. I don't wanna end up on the streets.//

He slapped the note down onto the counter and walked towards his room. He needed a nap, he needed time to mull over where to run.

Daisuke paddled onto the plush carpet of his room with soft socks and quiet movements towards his bed. Chibimon had dominated a whole pillow for himself and refused to let anyone, including Daisuke, take it from him. It had looked so funny the day he'd claimed it, it had looked almost like the blue Digimon was going to hump the soft, feather filled pillow. Laughter bubbled in his chest just by remembering the image.

He gentle laid out on his stomach beside his partner and closed his eyes. The pain he felt was like hell. Maybe his back would never stop hurting.

Oh, lady luck sure hated him.

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"There's no such things as heroes, right Motomiya? You knew that didn't you?" Ken sneered as he stared across at the other. Daisuke seemed to lower his head a bit, almost touching the surface of the table.

"Then there is no reason hoping, right? If there's no such thing as heroes, there's no sense in looking. Or trying to become one." Daisuke mumbled, briefly wondering how he got into this mess in the first place.

He had only went out for some food by himself--completely forgetting that Chibimon's presence might make him feel braver--and ran into the purple eyed Kaizer. Ken had seemed almost gleeful as he dragged the unwilling Daisuke into the restaurant with private sections and rooms. This is where they sat now, in a small darkened corner out of site from everyone else.

"Fast learner? I like that, its best to have slaves that can remember the tasks you give them." Ken grinned his odd version of a grin and reached out a hand to push Daisuke's face into the table surface. A small bit of pressure told the other not to try to get up.

"Itai....who ever said I was going to be your slave?" Daisuke grumbled, hands fisting on the soft material of the chair he sat on. The effort needed to keep down the urge to reach up and pry the hand from his spiky hair was monstrous.

"I did and that's all that matters."

"You sound like a spoiled brat." Daisuke mumbled, regretting saying anything at all as the hand in his hair tightened its grip and applied more pressure to press his face harder into the tables surface. //Itai, my nose......stupid impulsive reactions.//

"Why do you say such things when you know that *I'm* the one in control of the situation?" Ken regarded the other coldly, his hand testing--a painful experience for Daisuke--its grip on the mass of reddish hair. He listened to the small hiss emitted from Daisuke with satisfaction.

"I have a motor mouth that nobody can stop?"

Daisuke winced as the hand shifted, moving his head so one cheek pressed hard against the table. This gave him an unavoidable view of the Kaizer glaring down at him. //Well, if I ever give up sarcasm, there's the reason and its got really beautiful purple eyes.//

"Tell me the truth. I'm not like those other half-wits you call the Digidestined, I can see through your lies." Ken said coldly, watching the despair creep into Daisuke's eyes.

"What does it matter if I lie? Nobody cares as long as I'm the jerk they can blame everything on." Daisuke admitted. //*Now* I have to tell the truth. How much more shitty can life get?//

The hand in his hair released its grip and Ken leaned back in his chair. Daisuke released a breath and raised his head slightly, gazing uncertainly at the other boy.

"You'll never be a hero, you know that right? Have you ever tried to become one Daisuke? Have you ever tried to become that shallow?" Ken asked evenly, leaning forward onto the table with his elbows and giving him an indifferent look.

"Why try when you keep on landing back at square one every two steps? I like being the leader nobody listens to." Daisuke kept his head low as he watched the purple eyed boy warily.

//What is he up to with this? What is his point? Why is he targeting me? Its not that I don't like the attention, he seems like the only one interested in *me*. Maybe he's just interested in my Digimon and the "threat" I might cause. That doesn't sound probable, he seems to have figured out that he can get me under his thumb with a few carefully placed words. Life bites, why won't he give me answers?//

"That's why I like being the bad guy. No matter what you do, someone always listens to you. Its hard to ignored when your threatening two worlds safety." Ken grinned at Daisuke in a eerie way that almost made the other boys skin crawl.

Ken smoothly stood up, giving the other one last glance. "Same time tomorrow, I can assure you of that." And then he was gone, disappearing into the darkness that lead in the general direction of the door.

"And I'm still hungry." Daisuke mumbled unhappily. "I need to find the nearest drug store for some chips."

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//I have a soul.//

"Oi! Did ja see that? Did ja see that? He *looked* at me!" Miyako cried joyously, fake tears running from her eyes.

//Why do I suffer this?//

"Which one? The blonde?" Kari giggled, trying to take an interest in Miyako's boy craze.

//Why do I let them ignore me? To them, I'm not even here, not even *breathing*, unless I say something stupid. But that's not me.//

"Nooooo, the brunette over there! See him?" Miyako whined and pointed a finger at the victim in question.

//Maybe I've been on the wrong side from the start.//

"Him? Not bad, but are you sure he looked at you?" Kari raised an elegant eyebrow, grinning secretly.

//They don't even see me sitting across from them. I'm right beside T.K. too and they notice him.//

"Could you guys talk about something that is important to this meeting?" Iori sound annoyed, maybe the girl talk was getting to his young mind.

//If I got up not and left they'd never notice. They wouldn't notice unless I said something with a jerk-ish sting.//

"Well, geeezzz, I'm just trying to squeeze some excitement into this *boring* meeting!" Miyako growled out, eyes focused and tracking the boy target.

Daisuke slowly slid out of the booth and walked away, Chibimon curled up and watching him from his bag he carried. He moved as quickly as he could towards the exits, striding to reach the park where he could be away from this fakeness. //Why am I even one of them?//

Nobody noticed that their "leader" was gone.

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Ken sat clicking at his computer. Endless codes ran as programs flashed into life and death within seconds. A smile tugged at the side of his mouth. He was winning. He was going to be the winner in all this and the Digidestined could do nothing to stop him.

Daisuke would soon crumble under him and then part two of his plan would go through. Daisuke would be one of his and the world would be his play thing. It was all too simple.

Anyways, who would expect the everyday genius on Japan would be planning on taking over two worlds?

The plan was classic. It was already part way done.

He was going to rock them in their little shoes with this party he was holding.

~~~~owari for part two~~~~