ANGEL: Okay peeps!! I would just like to say, Domo Arigato!!!!
DAISUKE: Mr. Roboto!!!
ANGEL ^^; : Uh.....yeah.....anyway.....I would just like to thank Cynthia, Piedmon's Lady, my good friend Super Squirrel, my good friend Midajah-hime, Taitofan, and everybody else for those positive feed-backs!! I live on your reviews!!!
RYO: Oi Daisuke, what was with that Mr. Roboto thing?
DAISUKE: Huh? Oh, it's a song. *sings* Domo arigato Mr. Roboto for helping me escape, just when I needed to!
KEN: Thank you!
ANGEL: Okay....can we stop now?
DAISUKE and KEN: Gomen.
ANGEL: 'S okay.
SEIJI: Fortunately, there were no flames...that we know about. So, arigato for that too.
ANGEL: Gomen for taking forever with this, those who wanted a sequel with a live Daisuke, but I've had major writers block. And my crappy computer decided to shut down on me, deleting my work, and basically ruining me....And as for the writer's block, maybe it was because I left off at an iffy spot...I dunno. Gomen nasai. But I decided to make this some sort of spin-offy thing. You can take it as a sequel, because you can't read this without Forbidden...or maybe you can...I dunno. But on a lighter note I just saw the Matrix and might I add that Keanu Reeves is *hot* .
RYO: Not as hot as me I hope.
ANGEL: Of course not Ryo-kun, you're the hottest guy I know.
RYO *blush* : Really?
ANGEL: Yep. So, those of you who haven't seen the Matrix, you are missing out on something.
SEIJI: They can't have missed more than you usually do of the obvious.
ANGEL: I will choose to ignore that for now. I would just like to warn you, there is Shounen-ai in this fanfiction. Kensuke to be precise, not a lot, but it *is* there. And maybe even a little Takesuke, but that's in your own opinion. There is also angst(I guess). But I would also like to say, I don't own Digimon, except for Daisuke...*cackles gleefully as she glomps Daisuke*
DAISUKE: ..........
ANGEL: Okay, I don't own Daisuke *sighs* but I want to warn you that this can be confusing if you do not pay attention...sorry about that...but I had so many ideas and I just had to mesh them together.
SEIJI: Shounen-ai haters make your leave now!
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The little boy pouted slightly as he examined his drawing. But the pout soon became a triumphant smile that filled the boy's slightly chubby face. He carefully laid down his crayons, making sure they were in order. He studied his picture again. It was perfect. Actually, you couldn't really tell *what* he drew, but in his child-like mind, it was comparable to de Vinci. It was perfect in every way. It was just the right shape, the right colors, and of course, it *was* his drawing. And because of this, it was the perfect present to his Okaasan for her birthday. He couldn't wait to see her face when he gives it to her. She would be so proud that he remembered...
"I remember that...she just cast that picture aside and praised Jun and Otousan for their gifts instead...I doubt she even looked at it..." Daisuke murmured. He didn't know where he was, but the ground was a greenish blue, and the sky was a light pink. They were smudged, as if it was done in cheap water color. There was a grayish lake in front of him, the water gently lapping at his bare toes. He couldn't see his reflection in the depths, matter of fact, when he looked down at himself, he saw...nothing. It was as if he was there, but not there. If he didn't know for a fact that he was dead, he would have taken this surrealistic scene as a sure sign of his insanity. It made him wonder. About everything.
Was this what death was like? He kinda expected there'd be some glorious flash of light, you know, like those people with the near-death experiences say there are. The light at the end of the tunnel...damned bunch of frauds. His trip to the after-life consisted merely of blacking out, then waking up here, in this water paint world, in front of a lake, nude. But wait, he didn't know he was nude, because he couldn't see himself! And then, he was forced to watch (because he knew that if not forced he wouldn't be able to sit here and just stare at water) the lake, as it played images of his miserable life. Daisuke also found that he couldn't remember the good times in his life, like they were being sucked down a vacuum. Then these were replaced by the bad ones. And he was forced to live through them again, and again. Torture. He half expected flames to shoot out at him because he was positive he was in hell. Didn't they say people who commit suicide went to hell? Or was it that their souls wondered the Earth, lost for eternity? Either way, it looked bad. He began to regret his decision. Why did he always have to screw things up?...He sighed. He was pathetic. His soul was aching and bleeding and he felt horribly restless. Daisuke tried to move but found that he couldn't move a couple of meters in any direction, like he was in some box. And his eyes never tore from that damn lake, making him relive the things that he tried desperately to run from.
Jun banged on the door. There was still no answer from her otooto and she was getting very worried. Although she didn't particularly show it, which was an understatement, she loved Daisuke more than anything. (I've decided that I like Jun now, after reading several Jun/Daisuke brother/sister bonding type thing fics. I find that they are the most realistic siblings in the show and it's very funny to watch them fight) She was worried, as she noticed although nobody else has not, that he was acting very odd lately. What if he was sick? But then again, she couldn't just barge in there. She *did* respect his privacy. But impatience and anxiousness took over and deciding that Daisuke's health was more important and that she should fling Daisuke's "personal space" out the window, she yanked open the door.
"Daisuke?" she hissed into the darkness. Nothing. Frowning, she cut on the light. It was empty. Jun surveyed the surroundings and couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. How could he live in this pig sty? Clothes and books littered the floor, hiding the carpet from view. His desk was cluttered with all kinds of junk; was that a moldy sandwich?... She began to close the door again when a soft wheezing gasp caused her to freeze. Jun stared. It sounded like it came from that stuffed animal. The possibility that the ratty thing could be alive scared her...yet it intrigued her all the more. She carefully navigated her way to the bed and lightly touched it. She jumped when it jerked under her fingers. Oh goodness...
"Hey uh..." What *does* one say to a stuffed animal that was now alive, Jun couldn't help but wonder. So she left it at that short, simple sentence. Large, red eyes looked up at her. Jun winced. They looked so sad...and hurt.
"Daisuke..." The thing mumbled. Jun bit her lip. This was beginning to look ridiculous, but she answered.
"What about Daisuke?"
"I...can't...feel him anymore..."
Jun frowned, "What do you mean? He's not here."
"Iie..." The little blue creature seemed to wilt. Jun's breath caught in her throat.
"Daijoubu ka? What do you..." she touched him again. The creature gave one last gasp before fading away. Jun cried out and jumped back, nearly tripping on a dirty shirt in the process. She watched as what looks to be bits of dust float up and out of the window. She gasped for breath and stumbled towards the door. She didn't see a thing, she didn't see a thing...
"Why can't they see me?..." Daisuke said, biting his lip. It wasn't too much to ask for...was it? Just see him, recognize him,...accept him. That was his goal in life. "Was" is the key word...seeing that he was dead and spending what looked like the rest of eternity in his own personal hell.
Admittedly he tried a bit too hard to draw attention to himself, but...Daisuke gave another sigh and gazed around the childish landscape, as best he could. So simplistic...Death was anything *but* simplistic. Everybody thought about death at one point in their life...some thought of it some ways, others thought it another way. Daisuke himself didn't see what the big deal was. You kick the bucket some day, it was just when and how it happens that made it so...interesting. There was so much controversy over the subject, seeing as you couldn't dig up a dead person and ask how death was like, what happened, what should they expect, etc, etc. Some believe in reincarnation, many believe in a heaven or hell as the final destination for souls, others just didn't care. Daisuke fit into the last category. But he was still curious about something. What about his case? He hadn't really committed suicide...he just fell...but then the intention of suicide had been there to begin with. Whether Ken showed up or not he still would have ended up here. This really...sucked.
"I hate my after-life..."
It's been one week. Exactly. And Daisuke seemed to have disappeared off the face of this Earth. He wasn't in school, nobody has seen him, he wasn't answering his e-mails...The only comfort they had was that there was no evidence he was dead. The Digidestined were beginning to get frantic. Without Daisuke, they were in serious trouble. Two crests with no bearer, and they were already vastly outnumbered by the Kaiser's dark ringed forces. Besides...it was just too quiet...
As much as they didn't want to admit it, they missed him.
It was surprisingly Takeru that missed him most of all. You would have thought that with Daisuke out of the way, he would be free to be with Hikari. Although it was easier without Daisuke's...jealousy...hanging over his head, he didn't want the other *gone* . So, he hatched a plan. But the plan required the cooperation of his older brother.
"Masaka! Takeru!"
"Yama-oniichan, please, you have to! We need to find Daisuke!"
"But..."
"Please 'niichan!" Takeru then resorted to his ultimate weapon. His eyes widened and watered up. Yamato groaned.
"Not the eyes.......Fine! But you *owe* me Takeru!" Takeru grinned.
"Domo arigato oniichan. So get to it."
Yamato sighed, "Damn you and those eyes...I can't believe I'm going to do this..."
Jun was pacing the living room, biting her nails. One week! Daisuke was nowhere to be found! What if her parents came home early from their business trip?...What if she never saw her otooto again? She thought about calling the police, but she was too...her mind was just too scrambled. She couldn't concentrate at all. It didn't help with the scene of a talking stuffed animal, although she has thoroughly convinced herself that it did not happen and it was just a dream, spinning around in her head. Her nerves were frazzled, she couldn't sleep, and very well near a panic attack...if she wasn't having one already. The sudden ringing of the phone caused Jun to jump and shriek. When she realized it was only the phone she felt really silly and raced to answer it. Maybe someone found Daisuke...
"Moshi moshi, Motomiya Residence." Please let them have found her otooto...
"Jun?" Jun instantly brightened at the voice.
"Yama-san!...Have you seen Daisuke?" She had noticed her brother hanging around with him a couple of times. Maybe he had.
"You mean you don't know where Daisuke is?...Nevermind then..."
"Oh! Yama-san, wait!"
An exasperated sigh. "Nani? Jun, I can't go on a d..."
"You have to help me find Daisuke!" There was a pause on the other end of the line. Apparently she had surprised him. Jun couldn't help but wonder why...
"Jun..."
"He's been gone for a week! You must help me! I'm going crazy! I could have sworn that Daisuke's stuffed animal, you know, the one he carries around a lot..."
"What about that...stuffed animal?" Jun frowned. The Yamato's voice sounded urgent. Wondering why he would care she continued.
"I mean, it was so...weird! I walked into Daisuke's room because I was looking for him. And I saw his stuffed animal. But it was gasping and sweating and...it looked very sick..."
"Nani?!" Mistaking this exclamation for one of disbelief, Jun continued.
"I know this sounds completely unbelievable, but I went up to it, and it was gasping for air. And *then* , it told me something about not being able to feel Daisuke anymore. So then I touched it, but it disappeared into like black dust or something!...Yamato?..." There was a soft click, then a dial tone. Jun's eyes widened.
"Yamato?!?...That was very rude you know!!!!" She slammed the phone on the table, not bothering cutting it off.
"Ne?" asked Takeru, hovering anxiously around his oniichan. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind but it worked...ne? Yamato, daijoubu ka?"
"This is bad Takeru." Yamato said simply.
"Nani? Does she know what where Daisuke is?"
"...Iie."
Takeru sighed, "Then we still don't know what happened..."
"We do now..."
"Huh? Then we have a chance of finding Daisuke?"
"Takeru, Chibimon was deleted. Jun found him, he said he couldn't feel Daisuke anymore."
"That means...oh no...we have to tell the others! Come on!"
Why wasn't this working?! Damn it! There had to be some way to do this! He could not fail! He needed this!
"You told me it would work." Came a soft hiss.
Annoyance
"I can't stand it anymore, hurry it up."
Silence
"Iie! This is taking too long. Now."
Reluctance
"Either get to work or you will be dismissed."
Reluctanceacceptance
"Good. Now get to work. I can't do anything unless you do your job properly." Ken, now Kaiser, smirked. He should have thought of this sooner. Of course, the sudden lack of life wouldn't have been put into the equation, but he should have thought of this much sooner. He ran a gloved hand through his hair and sighed. The transition from the park to the Digital World left him slightly tired. Daisuke really needed to go on a diet. He was definitely no light weight...
But enough of that. Everything was almost complete. All that was left was completing his move to the Digital World, and fixing up Daisuke...
The Kaiser never understood his actions. What had spurred him to save his annoying, albeit worthy, adversary? What could possibly have been the reason behind his actions? Ken knew. His presence at the back of his mind clamored for attention. Ken knew. And maybe the Kaiser did too...but he was not going to acknowledge it. The best thing he could come up with was Daisuke was going to help him conquer the Digital World. And soon after, the Human World. Hai, there was the reason. Daisuke would be a valuable ally. He always had so much potential...potential that, being a Digidestined, could never hope to be breached.
But the Kaiser was going to breach it. He will be successful where those pathetic...losers, seeing as there was lack of a better word at this particular moment, had failed. Daisuke will not only reach his full potential, he will be by his side. The prospect was so unbelievably tempting...But it will take time, time he was not ready to spend.
"Hurry up! It's been an hour!" He cried, glaring.
Patience
"Iie. Now."
Annoyanceangeracceptance
"Better. Call me when you are done. I have work to do." With that, the Kaiser marched off, his cloak making hasty twirls to follow his sudden movements. Wormmon watched him leave, then turned his large, watery eyes back to the room. He shuddered.
"Ken..." he whispered. He began to scurry off, his many feet clicking on the gray stone. His master was tampering with things he didn't understand. True Wormmon didn't understand either, but he knew this was bad. A feeling inside of him told him that. Why was Ken-chan doing this?...
Wormmon had never completely understood Ken. He was so...mysterious. Even in the beginning, when Wormmon had waited for him in the Digital World for years. And when he finally came...
Those were happy days. Ken was true to his crest then. He was so nice, caring, sweet...kind...but then he went away. Again Wormmon had been alone for many years on end, waiting for his partner and best friend to return. And in a way he did.
It was the Ken that Wormmon didn't know. Matter of fact, it wasn't Ken at all. The Ken he knew seemed to just...vanish; and the Digimon Kaiser took his place. But Wormmon knew his Ken was still alive, in there somewhere. And so he continued to wait. He could wait forever if need be. But he didn't plan on forever. That Digidestined...Daisuke? Wormmon was pretty sure that was his name. He could bring his Ken-chan back. Daisuke could turn Ken back into his kind self once more. Wormmon was sure of it. Because...because Ken would change whenever Daisuke was near. Wormmon couldn't comprehend *that* about his master either...it had to be some human thing.
Wormmon scurried into the kitchen. Knowing his master he would probably be wanting a nice cup of tea right about now. It had already been prepared so now it just needed to be warmed up. Sure enough, the Kaiser's voice echoed down the hall, sharp and crisp.
"Wormmon! Bring me some tea, NOW!"
"Right away master!" Ken-chan, Wormmon finished to himself as he heated up the tea and somehow placed it on a tray with his short legs. He then managed to complete the task of balancing the tray, although precariously, on his round head. He hurried down the long hallway, as fast as he could without spilling a drop of tea. When he finally reached the throne room, the Kaiser was slouched in his throne, impatiently tapping the heavily cushioned arm rest. He didn't even look up when Wormmon approached.
"What took you so long?!" He snatched up the mug and took a sip. He made a face. "It's not hot Wormmon. I always want my tea hot. Is that *too* complicated a job? But what can I expect from a lousy servant like you."
"Please...f...forgive me master..."
"You know Wormmon, a sloppy job like this should not go unpunished," Wormmon winced and began to cower away, "but since I am in a good, merciful mood, I think I will let you off." Wormmon couldn't help but stare. This was unusual...but why question it?
"Arigato master..."
"Just get out of my sight." Wormmon slowly backed away, as if expected a whip coming out of nowhere to strike him. "Sometime this century would be sufficient Wormmon." Came the Kaiser's irritated snap. Wormmon turned to leave, but he looked over what one could call a shoulder.
"Master?" he asked timidly.
"What is it?" Wormmon hesitated. "Speak up! I don't have all day!"
"I've...I've been wondering..."
"Now there's an accomplishment."
"Why were you so sad when that Digi-destined fell?" The Kaiser stiffened visibly and glared at the small Digimon.
"You saw that?" Realizing he couldn't back out now, Wormmon continued.
"On the monitors. Why were you so sad? I thought the Digi-destined were your enemies."
"They are."
"Then why are you trying to save him? Surely he would only cause trouble master." For the Kaiser but not for Ken, Wormmon thought to himself. "You looked like you were crying..."
Wrong thing to say. "I do *not* cry! As a matter of fact, I wasn't sad at all."
Wormmon looked unconvinced, "That's not what I saw..."
"It was just momentary weakness. Even *I* get that! Now leave before I change my mind and make you pay!" Wormmon bounded out. Now he *really* didn't understand Ken. But the sudden personality change was good. Ken was coming back. Slowly yes, but he was. And it was because of that Digidestined. As Wormmon passed the room that he was in previously, he couldn't help but take a look. Everything seemed to be going fine...even if he had no clue what was going on. Wormmon gave another shudder at the dark presence hovering in the room. He hoped Ken would be okay...
Daisuke gave a shuddering sigh. He shifted and tried to rid his "face" of the "tears" he shed as his soul was slowly being ripped apart by another horrible memory. But he couldn't feel his "hand" on his "face." Matter of fact, he wasn't too terribly sure he even *had* one.
Damn. This was horrible, terrible, um...horrible...he thought that already, ne? If he had, damn. He twitched in a sudden spasm...he half wondered if it could be called a spasm since he didn't seem to have a physical body.
Damn again. He'd been "feeling" those spasms for a while now. Each time they became more persistent. Stronger as well. It was strange. Was this supposed to happen? He wasn't too sure. He had never been in this situation before...
Like he *could* do anything about it if he had. So he would have to sit and endure it. Maybe this was another form of torture in the after-life. What could he have possibly done to deserve this?...Other than commit suicide but that wasn't *too* huge a crime was it? He didn't recall doing anything else. He had heard that killing warranted eternal damnation...because he was positive he was suffering now. There wasn't any hellish flames or brimstone but sitting in one place for the rest of eternity reliving his life had to be worse. But the only person he killed was himself...so it didn't count, right? Ugh. If he had a head, he was positive it would be hurting right now. This...sucked! If he used *that* before, then damn again! Damn, damn, damn, damn...ugh. He wanted it out of here, now! Another spasm came on and this one was particularly vicious, followed by several more that seemed to paralyze him. If Daisuke didn't know any better, he would say he could almost *feel* pain. But that was impossible, he had no physical body...but if he didn't have a body, then how the hell could he sigh? That didn't make sense! More confusion. This was just...another spasm. This time Daisuke knew he felt something. What was happening?
The next one even caused his little "paradise" to dim. Then soon after, black out for just a split second...then longer...then longer. Daisuke was terrified now. What was happening to him?
As Hikari listened to Takeru's story, she felt her body turn cold. She knew something had happened. She just knew it. Powers that were gifted to her by her crest had told her there was something wrong...but she dismissed it. Her powers were very new to her, she only started awakening to them. But now...
When she had spoken to Daisuke several days ago, he seemed so sad. And exhausted. And maybe even angry. But Hikari couldn't fathom why he would be upset. Was it because of her? It couldn't be, that was ridiculous. He could never be mad at *her* . She hadn't done anything. Daisuke wasn't upset at her...
"What am I doing here?" Daisuke whispered. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"I brought you here." The Kaiser answered, glancing at him.
"But...why?...Why did you bring me back?"
"I don't need to justify my reasons Daisuke."
"How?..."
"That you don't need to know."
"I feel that's it's pretty important." There was no answer. Daisuke continued to stare up at the onyx ceiling, noticing it was as smooth as glass. His body seemed to throb all over, even his *hair* seemed to hurt...but it felt good. Good to have a body again, to be out of that hellhole.
His sanity may yet be saved.
Only, the Kaiser surprised him. Nobody, in the entire history of man-kind, has had the power of bringing back the dead. Never. It was deemed an impossibility. Yet, a twelve-going-on-thirteen year old boy managed it. It boggled his mind. Kaiser hasn't even reached puberty yet and he already uncovered the secret that many men have researched their whole lives for and not come close to reaching their goal. So only one thing raced through Daisuke's mind:
How screwed up is that?
Daisuke was confused, although it wasn't an alien concept to him. Where could the Kaiser have gotten the power to do this? It made no sense. But...he recalled his earlier thoughts. Death wasn't simple, so maybe the Kaiser found some sort of loop-hole. To repeat himself, this made no sense.
The Kaiser stared at Daisuke, amused. He could practically hear the gears churning in Daisuke's head. Sometimes, Kaiser had to wonder what the other thought about. What goes through the mind of Motomiya Daisuke? His personality was so...intense, you had to wonder what his reasoning behind his actions were. But it was pretty obvious what he was thinking now. He was startled when Daisuke spoke again.
"You want something. Something in return."
The Kaiser smirked, "Yes...and no."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I do want something, but it will be your decision whether you deliver it or not." Daisuke turned his head to look at him.
"You mean I won't be your slave or something?"
"You are not a prisoner here. You don't have to be a slave if you don't want to...although the idea is rather tempting." Daisuke narrowed his eyes. He had to be planning something. Daisuke had learned that there was way more to the Kaiser than met the eye. But...the guy had saved his life. He *was* a little late but hey, better than nothing. And he was giving Daisuke the chance to leave...
Not to mention he was extremely hot but we need not go into *that* .
"I...I dunno."
"You don't? That's too bad, considering I need an answer now," the Kaiser gave a short sigh, "Daisuke, is there a reason why you want to go back to them?" Daisuke stayed silent. "Don't you want revenge?"
"Revenge?"
"Of course, I would certainly want to pay them back if they killed me."
Daisuke blinked in confusion, "Nani? They didn't kill me, I..."
"But who *put* you into that situation?" Daisuke fell silent again. The Kaiser sighed again and sauntered up to him. "Daisuke, poor naive Daisuke. Although your loyalty is admirable, I'm afraid it borders onto the point of stupidity."
Daisuke growled angrily, "Watch it..."
"I only speak the truth. Who were the ones to make you *want* to jump off that damn bridge? Who hurt you, scarred you so deeply to the point where death would seem to be a paradise? I may be your enemy, but I would never do *that* . You yourself thought they would be better off without you. And they certainly don't hesitate to tell you that." Daisuke closed his eyes. Those words...they spoke the truth. They didn't want him. He never thought to question *how* the hell the Kaiser knew all this. A little voice in the back of his mind was screaming differently, but it was quickly squashed.
"I, on the other hand, want you. It could be some sort of...compromise," A gloved hand lightly traced invisible patterns on Daisuke's, causing it to twitch slightly, "You get those annoying Digi-destined out of my way, and you get your revenge."
Daisuke looked alarmed, "I can't..." As if reading his mind, which unnerved Daisuke greatly, the Kaiser smirked.
"Who said anything about killing them? I just want them out of my way, at least until I secure my hold upon the Digital World. Their fate can rest with you. Kill them if you desire it." Daisuke bit his lip. This would be going against everything he stood for...but...
Lightly twining his slightly smaller hand around the Kaiser's, Daisuke stared up into his eyes. The goggles hid them from view, but Daisuke knew them to be an amazing shade of purple.
"It's a deal..."
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ANGEL: The end? I dunno, it may be, it may not be. Personally, I really didn't like the way that went, but I guess that's the best I can do...
DAISUKE: Yay, I'm back! *does an odd jig*
KEN: *smirk*
ANGEL: Again I apologize for this fics lateness...it's just...*sob* My computer!!!
RYO: What's wrong with it?
ANGEL: It's a piece of s*** Ryo-chan, that's what's wrong with it! *hops up with a baseball bat* You've led a good life computer, but I'm afraid it'll come to an end!
SEIJI: Wait, that's the only computer you have! You can't afford another one!!
ANGEL: Crap, you're right. *sits back in chair* *glares at computer* You've just earned yourself a couple more weeks.
COMPUTER: ............;;;;;
ANGEL: Anyway, R&R! Comments, ideas, and suggestions are more than welcome!
DAISUKE: Please review, it makes me happy.
RYO: All flames will go to me...
KEN: Finally, someone to use my whip on.
DAISUKE: ........
SEIJI: ....Review please.