Inner Demons

Inner Demons

Chapter Six 
By Crow Skywalker and Elora
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Disclaimer – We don't own digimon. Don't hurt us, we are only fans that write for fun.

Author's Notes

Crow – Wah! Blame the lateness on me...and my net problem x_x

Elora – I had a ton of trouble with this chapter, mainly because…Well…I don't know. I wasn't sure what to do. This chapter really stinks; feel free to hurt me if you need to. : / This chapter is mainly in Ken's POV, but if it does switch, it will be marked off.

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You were the one that hurt me the most, Ken.

The same words whirled around in my head, ricocheting themselves around my mind. Did I really hurt Daisuke the most? I cared for Daisuke too much to do so! How could I have hurt him the most?! What did I do?! I sat quietly while the others regained their strength and checked on their partners. The Digimon had had a rough fight and had been beaten pretty badly, even if it was only V-mon who they had fought.

"Iori, I feel like I was hit by a hurricane…" Upamon struggled with his words as Iori picked him up.

"Hurricane V-mon." Salamon added, shaking slighty as she tried to balance herself as she stood.

"V-mon did this to you?" Hikari asked, looking down sadly at her Digimon.

"Yes. I didn't know that kind of power was even possible…Normally, we should've been able to stop V-mon easily, but he had this kind of dark power that he used to stop us, I think it might've been some kind of telepathy."

"No way…V-mon's power is only a fraction of Daisuke's, on top of that…" Everyone sat there, in huge shock. V-mon was only a rookie...how could he have such powers? He had taken out all of their Digimon single handedly.

I tried my best to be your friend, too.

It was incredibly hard to keep the tears from falling down my face. Hikari was in deep shock from what Daisuke had told her—I would've been, too. They all were shocked about how Daisuke picked out their fears, their darkest secrets…as if he knew everything about them, saw clear through them.

"We should leave," Takeru said quickly, his arms around Hikari, holding her to comfort her. No one objected. He picked her up, ever so gently. I had a very hard time not breaking down.

Lies, that's all you've ever told me! All of you!

I didn't argue with Takeru's decision. It was too dangerous to try to go after Daisuke, not even by myself. Hurriedly, we went to the nearest Digiport. Everyone else went through, I was the last to go. I looked back, one last time, before following through.

"Daisuke…I promise I'll come back and save you." I knew he was watching me, I could feel his hateful eyes boring a hole through me. I went through the gate, and that was the end of our first encounter. I knew that it wouldn't be the last.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror angrily. Fortunately, my mother was out of the house for a bit, and my father was working late tonight. I gripped a razor in my hand angrily. Dozens of emotions were flowing through me, including guilt, hate, denial...everything that could ever hurt me on the inside.

"This is all your fault!" I cried at my reflection. I took the blade and scraped against the side of my wrist. A red cut formed at where the blade had touched. I squeezed my muscles together so the blood would come out faster.

"You are the one that hurt Daisuke!" The scarlet colored blood trickled down my wrist and landed in the snow-white sink with a plip. Another drop of blood formed, and then landed.

"You hurt him the most!" I choked, glaring at myself in the mirror. Who was this person on the other side? It didn't seem to be me.

How did I do it? I thought that I had tried my best to be his friend…

It was those others that did it!

But…No, this is the truth…As much as it hurts, it's the truth…and the truth hurts, especially now.

"Daisuke, I'm sorry, forgive me…I didn't mean to hurt you so…" I said, my voice full of despair. "I don't deserve to lead. Not after what I did. But Takeru doesn't deserve it either…Not after appearing so perfect and then being an epitome of lies."

Where are his goggles?

I quickly wiped the few drops of blood off of my wrist, and out of the sink. I couldn't act like this, I couldn't feel sorry for myself, not when that…woman, that THING, was hurting Daisuke. She was certainly getting her way with him, turning him against his friends like that.

My mother opened the front door and called out my name.

"Ken, dear! I'm home! Your father is on his way, also!"

"Okay, mama." I returned. I quickly covered up the cut with my shirt, and exited the bathroom. I wasn't about to let her see what I had done to myself, she already had enough problems of her own, mostly because of me.

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I feel hurt all over…isn't there anyone that I can talk to?

Looking across from where I sat, I watched my mother flick through the television channels using the remote, and an idea came to mind.

"Mama, can I talk to you about something? It's really bothering me…" I whispered quietly. Mama and was watching television in the living room. Mama turned it off, and turned to me.

"Sure, Ken dear! You can talk to us about anything." She motioned me onto the couch, next to her.

"Mama…"

How do I say this? How do I explain…this pain…

Daisuke…

"Well, you see, I have this friend…And I really care about him. He was—I mean, he is my best friend. But his whole life, he's always given 100% and was really kind, but no one ever returned his kindness. But now—" I drew in a deep breath. "He's gotten…with the wrong crowd. Yeah, the wrong crowd! They're making him this really terrible person by telling him the truths that people never told him, and they're making him really violent, and—" I drew in a deep breath. "He told me that I hurt him most. I want to tell him sorry, but he—He won't listen, he's too angry." Mama looked at me with looks of sympathy.

"Ken, dear…The only thing you can do is to try to coax him back. Tell him that you really care about him, and that you never meant to hurt him."

"But, Mama, I tried that…He's so angry at me and those other kids that I hang around…He doesn't want to forgive us. He wants to make us feel the same pain that we made him feel."

"Just do your best, Ken. Being gentle will help you very much. Just keep being gentle and kind to him, try to tell him that you're sorry. All you can do is try to ease his pain. Who is this boy?"

"…Daisuke. Motomiya Daisuke."

"Oh, my…That poor boy. He's such a nice kid."

I sobbed as she said that. Yes, Daisuke had been a nice kid..but what was to become of him now?

Daisuke…I love you! I'm sorry, Daisuke, I'm sorry!

I couldn't stand it anymore, and I let the tears flow freely.

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Daisuke and V-mon practically destroyed us today. When he interrogated Ken, I was afraid of what he could've done to him. He had called me a slut, and I knew that Ken had done more things than I had done…I can't believe what Daisuke did! That can't be him! That's not the real Daisuke!

…But, it is. It's what we made him. Maybe that is the real Daisuke…and we haven't admitted that to ourselves yet.

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Daisuke had the ability to read our greatest fears and to make an illusional world out of them. How did this happen? How could Archnemon and Mummymon give him such power? I know that we hurt him, but…I don't know how it could've hurt him this much. I don't know…I'm afraid. I'm never afraid of anything, but now…How are we going to defeat him? How can we attack and defeat our own comrade?

..He's not what he used to be. He's not Daisuke. He's evil...and all evil must pay.

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Who'd ever think that my big mouth would come back to haunt me? Maybe trying to be popular and liked isn't what its cut out to be. You hurt people in the process...just like Daisuke showed me. Its hard to believe, but there's some truth in all he said. Even though it hurt to be told it, it was all true...

So very true.

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I always thought that quietness was the best way to go. Even when Miyako and I became friends, I was still the quiet boy I used to be. Being quiet meant you couldn't hurt anybody, and you couldn't be blamed for things you said. Even so, I had been blamed for something I did do. I helped. I helped in the making of the evil creature, which I can't even bring myself to call Daisuke. My grandfather told me to never lie...and I couldn't lie to myself.

Daisuke was gone...

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Gennai sat in his old cushioned chair, staring deep into the fire. He had watched what had happened, and still knew of the dangers and pain that was yet to come.

Its started...he's getting more powerful by the day...and they can't stop him

Sighing, he looked up at the stars shineing in through a nearby window.

I only hope that he can find his heart....before its too late...

Leave it to you to find out who's thinking what in the last bit, but its pretty easy if you ask me. Anyway, sorry it took so long to write ^^; R/R always helps :P