Daisuke was awed. Not ain't-that-so-cool-looking awe. Not that's-just-so-perfect awe. He was past that. He was in oh-my-God-I've-never-seen-anything-like-this-before-could-you-please-pick-my-jaw-up-off-the-floor awe.

Ken smirked. He'd gone for shock value this whole time during the tour. The ballroom during its preparations was stunning enough with the beautiful looking Digimon in their extravagant costumes elegantly making the last arrangements for the party. The halls matched the theme started by them, making it almost impossible to believe that this was the palace of the villain.

The truly shocking, awe-managing, thing was the rooms the guests would never see. Still elegant, but extremely different. It broke the pattern and made it see cheap.

"I'm the Digimon Kaizer, I have to live up to the name. Anyways, who'd obey an emperor who sleeps on the same surface they do?" Ken's smirk widened, during his explanation he was giving Daisuke an even look.

"Amazing...." Daisuke breathed, leaning against the door frame and taking in the whole room one more time.

Chibimon's ears twitched. "This is your room right? Where's D'suke gonna stay?"

"This is my room. And for Daisuke? He stay here, right here, in this room." Ken answered, confidence and supremacy dripping from his words and his posture.

"Dude....." Daisuke murmured. "The same bed?" He asked, looking towards Ken with curious eyes.

"Of course. You're a special type of slave, you share my bed as much as you do my bidding." Ken moved smoothly through his words, never taking his eyes off Daisuke's face.

"Don't you think we're a bit young?"

"I'm taking over two worlds, how can I be called too young?!" Ken growled, giving Daisuke a mild glare.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Daisuke whimpered, glancing nervously between the whip on Ken's hip to Ken's face. He didn't want to get hurt right before Chibimon's eyes.

"Stay in the room until I get back. There's going to be a costume ball going on tonight and I want to see which dress you look best in." Ken gave Daisuke a push, which tumbled him into the room, before closing the door and stocking down the hall to find where the Digimon place his costumes.

Daisuke wondered over to the bed and flopped down. Chibimon bounced from the place in his arms to some of the pillows above Daisuke's head. Daisuke grinned on of his stupid looking grins up at the blue Digimon.

"He's gonna make you wear a dress for the ball." Chibimon said bluntly.

"S'its for the better so nobody notices me. Anyways, I'm not the one in control here, I can't complain unless I'm wishing for pain." Daisuke reasoned, closing his eyes and staring to relax.

Chibimon accepted his explanation and pawed his head. "Hope you get to be a princess!"

"Ha, ha. Very funny, you wise mon!" Daisuke mumbled dryly.

Chibimon laughed, rolling from one pillow to another. His little paws held onto his stomach as he curled up into a giggling ball of Digi-flesh.

Ken returned ten minutes after Chibimon's merriment had died off. A couple Digimon carried the dresses into the room, panting just from the simple weight of the fabric. They left the dresses beside Daisuke on the bed and exited the room as if they didn't want to be noticed.

Ken roughly pulled Daisuke up by his sleeve, the motion lifting the boy from the bed and making him stumble into Ken's body. Ken grinned at the surprised yelp this induced. Deciding to use Daisuke's surprise against him, Ken gripped the back of his skull and brought the others head closer, pressing their mouths together.

Ken released him a few minutes later, laughing as Daisuke stumbled backwards. "Put on the first dress, let me see you, then repeat for the second. I'll decide which one you will be wearing. Any questions or comments?"

"N-no, none at all." Daisuke mumbled, gathering up the first dress and moving towards the bathroom to change.

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Miyako stared forward at the dozens of costumed Digimon. The beauty of the ballroom took her breath away and she'd die to dance with some of the handsome waltzers. Kari, in all her painted glory, smiled and moved towards the crowd.

Don't you think this is a trap? The Digimon Kaizer could be waiting to trap us!" T.K., the voice of a new breed of caution, spoke up from behind the two females.

"No way! The invite said that this is equal ground! Even if Ken is here, he won't be allowed to attack us. And if he is, he's mine!" With her battle cry emitted, Miyako dived into the crowd and tried to hunt down her unfortunate prey.

Iori shrugged and followed the purple haired girl into the mass of Digimon. T.K. watched them disappear for a moment before looking to where Kari stood waiting for him at the base of the stairs. She grinned, motioning him to follow her to some corner.

How could he possibly pass such an offer up?

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Chibimon looked adorable as a bunny and Daisuke cuddled the blue Digimon as he stood next to Ken. Chibimon, not feeling as cute as he looked, glared up at his partner. Naturally, nobody can not laugh at a Digimon-bunny glaring at you from under the trade mark ears.

Ken's arm slide over his shoulder, keeping him close to the Kaizer while he chatted with some Digimon. Even though there were dark rings under the many layers of clothing, they made great conversationalists, as if they weren't being controlled at all. They laughed and joked and talked about the costumes mons were wearing and who they were going home with. Ken's lips only twitched at their jokes and he never laughed with them.

Daisuke watched their movements from under the black wig he wore and the eye holes of his mask. The Digimon were infinitely graceful in their words and movements.

Ken turned his head slightly towards Daisuke's. "Automatic." He whispered in the others ear before turning his eyes back on their entertainers.

Off to the side he could see the Digidestined, or just Miyako and Iori, moving through the crowd, chattering and laughing. Daisuke moved closer to Ken, wrapping one arm around the purple eyed boys waist while the other bunny-Chibimon against his chest. They wouldn't spot him as an angel, in a dress and a wig, wearing a mask. But they might be able to spot Ken as the devil.

And, with his luck, they would. Or Miyako would.

She did too. Eyes wide and grin spreading in all its stupidity. She moved quickly towards them, beaming. Once she reached them, the real stupidity began. "Ken! Is that you?"

Cold purple eyes glanced at her before focusing on Daisuke. "What a foolish girl, isn't she love?" An evil grin twitched on his lips as he pulled the cross-dressing boy closer to his body. Daisuke curled his head downward to rest on Ken's shoulder, holding bunny-Chibimon against his stomach.

"Hey! This is equal ground! You're not allowed to insult me! And who's this girl, where'd *she* come from?!" Miyako snapped angrily, showing the other half of her kind and loving attitude. She stomped a foot and glared at the other "girl." "She" didn't seem to see said glare as "she" clutched tighter onto Ken.

"Nobody that concerns you, Digidestined brat!" Ken spat, returning her glare.

Miyako stomped her foot again, making the fabric of her cheesy costume swirl around with the movement. She puffed out her cheeks in a manner that angry creatures do to make themselves look bigger and scarier then they really are. Her crush had a horrible way of crushing her under his thumb sometimes, but she was sure she'd get through to him. If only she could get use to the tramp attached to his arm. "You don't have to be so mean to me Ken...." She cooed, suddenly a calm and peaceful person.

Why'd Daisuke have the sudden urge to puke?

Ken rolled his eyes and looked at the Digimon his interrupted conversation had been with. "Please forgive this interruption, how utterly rude, ne? Please continue with your story, it was really interesting." His voice spilled over with a false sense of truth.

Daisuke almost laughed at how Miyako stormed away, probably planning on how she'd get her revenge.

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Kari was suffering, she knew that she just didn't deserve it either. Miyako had been bitching in her ear for longer then she cared to know. Poor T.K. stood twitching behind her. Poor guy, he shouldn't have to listen to all this guy ranting.

"And he's over there with that tramp! Don't you see them!? He kisses her every so often and says stuff in her ear! She's just a whore, right? He'll choose me sooner or later, I know it! Don't you think Kari? He'll be mine, right?" A desperate Miyako whined.

How could Kari tell her that the one Ken was kissing wasn't female? She could tell it was Daisuke, the costume threw her off at first. She'd almost seen this moment coming. They had abused the red head past his limits, making him more willing to join the enemy's side. "Don't keep your hopes up, they seem attached."

"Buts she's just a whore! Right?? Its just sex between them, right?! She means nothing to him, Ken's mine after all." Miyako cried out, almost crushing the glass she held. Kari took a discreet step back. Her back pressed more firmly into T.K., who seemed like he was ready to run for it at any moment.

"It looks serious." T.K. said bravely.

Miyako glared at him. "She's just a whore!" She yelled, not even making her voice loud enough to be heard through out the ballroom.

Neither Kari or T.K. were convinced as they watched the couple enjoy each other from across the room. Both thought they looked perfect, both knew who they were. Neither cared but worried what Miyako was planning.

"I'll get that bitch." She growled lowly, glaring at the angel Ken held.

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Ken pressed his face into Daisuke's shoulder, laughing in his own special manner as the other boy swayed with his movement. Bunny-Chibimon had waddled off, so he didn't have to worry about crashing something valuable to this new addition to his slave collation.

"My plan is about to start. What a beautiful night. I get to crush the Digidestined and have you all in one day." An evil villain grin pressed against the soft flesh of Daisuke's shoulder as the grip around his waist pulled him tighter against the Digimon Kaizer.

"Better do something soon, I think Miyako is planning my death." Daisuke said nervously, seeing another glare sent his way.

"The fool, doesn't she know? This isn't equal ground and she should be worrying about her own damn neck. I've been planning her demise for weeks now."

With a soul, there comes a price.

This price is the life once lead must die and be buried.

Daisuke knew that after this night, the Digidestined would never have the will to fight again, if they were still alive once the end had come.

Miyako seemed to have her death warrant already punched.

And Daisuke couldn't care less.

The amount of joy the "dark" side could get was simply beautiful.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~owari for part five~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~