Inner Demons
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Crow – *Drool* Evil Dai...*gives Elora a high-five* You go girl! XD
Elora – Oh yeah! Thank you to our cool reviewer, Natsumi, who suggested another torture idea. This is definitely the best writing I've ever done.
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Wh...what is this? What is this feeling? Why am I feeling this emotion? Could emotion…Could this particular emotion be my weakness?
NO! I have no weakness!
But…this, this feeling that I'm experiencing…What is it?…I want more of it…
I stared off into the huge, dark blue sky, from my post atop of a tree branch. I was thinking deep thoughts, about my previous actions this night. I had no problem with what I had done to Miyako, Iori, Takeru, and Hikari—Those were practically works of art to me. But Ken—What had I done? I had –kissed– Ken, and I…Well, I don't know what I did. When I kissed him, I don't know what happened. When he tried to deepen it, I let go; but after I had left, I suddenly felt the urge to be back with Ken. Kissing him, hugging him, I don't know –what–. Well, I probably could've made do with someone other than Ken, but…I just don't know. I don't know what that emotion, feeling, is– (or is it was?) –But I want it. I want more of that feeling. I don't recall ever feeling it before, except for maybe when Archnemon first held me…when she convinced me into darkness…
I want to see Ken. I want to…kiss…again…
No! Not kiss, I'll take care of Ken by kissing him and then destroying him! Yes, that's it.
…Sweet dreams, Ken *dear*…
That's what I'd do. I'd send Ken a simple nightmare—Oh, maybe a death; yes, that would work well—And when he wakes up, I'd send him a telepathy message. I'd bring him to Odaiba Bridge, where I'd torture him more, then kiss him to weaken him, and while he was off guard, I'd attack him. If I needed to, I'd—I'd—kill…him. Kill him.---------
Ken Ichijouji had finally fallen asleep after a long day, and the encounter with Daisuke. Of course his parents asked questions about the bruises he had when he had returned to them, but had easily convinced them that it was nothing and he has just tripped. He had called the other Digidestined's as soon as he had got home, but nobody had answered any of the phones. It was then that he had lied down, his brain whirling a mile a minute. It had been early in the morning before he had finally fallen asleep, only for more nightmares to find him.
"Daisuke? Daisuke, where are you?" I called. Everything around me was dark. I could start to hear sirens…The images around me started to clear up, from a hazy smoke gray, to normal…The sirens blared, with blue, red, and white lights flashing brilliantly in my eyes.
"He's hit! It's a hit-and-run!" A voice yelled.
"Huh? Who? What?" I stared further, and I could see…him…laying there…And his body was coated in blood, his blood…
"Daisuke?!" I ran forward. "DAISUKE!" He didn't respond, he didn't move. I put my hands on his shoulders, and held him up. His crimson-colored blood soaked onto my hands and stained my shirt. "Please, wake up! Answer me!" The sirens grew even louder, and older people crowded around us. They took him from me, loaded him onto their ambulance with the "utmost" care.
"Who did this?!" They shouted in my face.
"I don't know! Daisuke was here!" I sobbed. Salty tears mixed into Daisuke's blood, and I could hear his voice chanting in my head.
"You never cared about me, you hurt me, you killed me. Just like you killed Osamu. You were the one. You! YOU!"
---------Ken woke up with a start, his heart hammering in his chest.
"A digidestined will die, Ken. If you don't come to the Bridge, the blood of another will be on your hands, just like you have seen." My voice rung throughout Ken's head.
"No, please, leave me alone! Don't hurt me!" Ken thought frantically. There was no answer for a while.
"…You really want to kill another?"
"No! I'll come! Just please, don't hurt them!"
You assume that I'm going to cause "them" pain? I am hurt.
Ken rushed to get a few astrewn clothes and throw them quickly onto his body. It was rather entertaining, having that horrified look on his face and running around half-dressed.
Oh, Ken, this is why I love you so. I love yooou, la la laaaa…Okay, so maybe I don't love you. But you sure are an entertaining little puppet.
"Daisuke, please don't take them, I beg you," Ken pleaded with himself, trying to ignore what Daisuke was saying. Right now he had to worry about his friends. "Take me instead, Daisuke, I deserve it most, please…Just…""Oh, hurry up, I'm growing very tired of your complaining. I'm so bored I may have to kill the one before you get here…" Ken's head snapped up, and he rushed out of the apartment, running as fast as he could.
"Daisuke!" He yelled, not loud enough to wake the city, but loud enough so that late-night bystanders could hear him. He rushed past them all, getting closer and closer to his destination, but his stamina was getting lower, seeing that he had already run a quarter of a mile like a jackrabbit. "Daisuke, Daisuke…" He panted. It was in his vision now…He was almost there, and he could make out the painfully familiar, dark shape…
But He was alone. He had not brought another. He was still, technically, a DigiDestined…and when he said that a DigiDestined would die, he meant…
"Daisuke!" He shouted once more. "Don't! Don't do it! Stop, wait!" He finally set foot on the small Bridge that crossed over the loud river. And, sure enough, there was Daisuke—Standing on the bridge's top ledge, arms outstretched.
"It's good that you've arrived now, Ken. I was so bored I almost killed myself already. Of course, then, I remembered, why shouldn't I wait until you got here, so I could make you pay for what you've done to me?" I smiled maniacally. This was so entertaining, it almost wasn't even funny. Almost.
"Daisuke, don't! I will never forgive myself if you do!" He cried, stepping forward. With his step, I slid one foot forward on the railing. He gasped in shock, and stopped dead. I glared at him, my dark eyes brimming with hatred and anger. It was the only real emotion that I remembered how to display in these eyes. My eyes.
"Tell me why. Tell me why I should live," I started. "No one loves me, no one cares for me. It would be no loss for anyone. In fact, it would remove the threat to the Digital World, relieve my parents of their least-favorite child, and none of the other digidestined would have to worry about a loser like myself."
"That's not true and you know it!" He ran towards me and grasped onto one of my hands. In one hard pull, I found myself falling back over the railing and into Ken's arms…
…but I hated that feeling, the feeling of being held; at least, for the most part. I suppose I wouldn't have minded it before, when I was weak, but I certainly didn't want it now.
Seizing Ken by the shoulders, I turned him around, so I was in control, and slammed him onto the railing of the opposite side of the bridge. His head snapped backwards, and his eyes opened slightly, afraid.
"Kiss me," I shouted to him, and I crushed my mouth against his, driven mad by his presence. My tongue darted into his mouth, and rolled into his throat, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Mmmmmph," he mumbled. I could feel myself losing my precious sanity, wanting to delve more and more into Ken, into his body. I kept the kiss, madly crushing my mouth against his, until, finally, I wasn't satisfied by just this kiss. I pulled him off of the railing, and onto the ground. I continued to kiss him, crushing against his body, and I reached for the top button on his shirt, I pulled it open, and then went on to the second.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand, and pulled it away from his shirt, and put it on his shoulder. Doing his best to sit up, he gently cradled me the best as he could (while still remaining the recessive of the two of us), and put his other hand in my hair, caressing it softly. There was something about this motion that made me soften up, so much that it was unlike my personality completely. I withdrew my tongue from his throat, and steadily sweetened the kiss.
This is the emotion. This is the emotion that I crave.
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"Hikari, have I told you lately how much you mean to me?" Takeru said to Hikari. They were out on a late-night walk, enjoying the tranquility of the area around them. He had finally gotten a hold of her later and had found her shivering uncontrolably hidden in a bush. It was then that he had to talk her into confiding in him, telling him what happened to her. They had taken a walk, and he had managed to calm her down.
"Takeru, let's go on the Bridge. This night is perfect, and we need the perfect ending to it." She smiled, and Takeru smiled back. Slowly, they walked towards the Bridge, enjoying each other's company.
"Hmm? Hikari, what's that?" Takeru pointed to the large black-and-gray mass that was lying—no, writhing—Around on the floor of the bridge.
"It's—It's Daisuke!" Hikari choked, recognized his cloaked shape. "And that's Ken under him!"
"Oh my gosh, he's going to kill Ken!" Takeru cried. "I'll stop him!"
"Be careful!"
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He ran forward onto the bridge, unnoticed by the two of us.
"Let go of him, Daisuke!" Takeru said, ramming his heavy foot into my shape. I had been so absorbed into Ken that I had not noticed his presence. I hit the sidewalk, and rolled over once onto my elbows. For a minute, there was a look of shock, horror on my face, but it disappeared and was replaced with complete and utter anger.
He betrayed me. Once more, Ken betrayed me. His friends were here to back him up. That liar...
"You betrayed me," I spat, glaring at Ken. "You betrayed me! You set this up!" I cried, forcing myself to my knees, and then to my feet. "You called them because you were afraid!"
"What?! I didn't know they would be here!" He cried back.
"Don't you lie to me, EVER!" I screamed. "I will kill you! I do not tolerate traitors!"
"You leave him alone!" Takeru yelled at me, glaring back. But his normally warm-hearted eyes could never, ever match the anger in mine. "What were you doing to him, you evil bastard?!"
"Oh, Ken, are you alright?" Hikari held Ken's trembling body, trying to comfort him.
"I was simply giving him what he desired most in this despicable world," I said, amazingly calmly. "You see, Takeru," I held out one hand, palm facing to the ground. "Every person in this world has a weakness," I stated, in a melodically sing-song-y voice. With every word, a finger lit up with a bright ball of energy. "Yours is evil, Hikari's is her true self, and Ken's is…myself." I smiled maliciously.
"What?! You liar! You were going to kill him! You were abusing him! What were you doing to him to bend over for you, you sick, evil bastard?! Biting him?!"
"Takeru, your small mind will simply never understand human logic," I sighed. "If a person has a weakness, and every person does, you should use it against them to get what you want. I want all of you dead, but I like the slow way, so I will show you your weaknesses and use them against you to obtain what I wish. Does your simple mind grasp that little bit, Takeru? Maybe I should force it down your throat some..." The entire scenery around them turned black, and I approached Takeru slowly.
"I will show you what true pain is. You will now know the pain, the hurt, inside of my heart."
And I showed them.
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I let Ken manipulate me. I let that…emotion manipulate me.
I was wrong…And I let it control me!
But, no more. I will never let that happen again. I will kill them when I see them again.
No. That is not enough. I still care for people, for beings.
V-mon…He is what is restraining me from being the ultimate evil power.
Archnemon and her silly crush over me is also restraining me.
I will terminate their importance to my existence, and then I will be able to become the being that I am meant to be.
I will kill Ken, for he is the one who is supplying that…emotion that I crave. If I terminate the only source of it, surely I will not crave it anymore.
I need no one. No one but myself. They are only drawbacks, and they do not care for me.