AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Attack of the metaphors!!!
Basically, Takeru tells a story about this mouse. And it has something to do with Emperor and Davis's situation. . .
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"A little mouse used to live in my dresser."
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The Digimon Kaiser stared at the screens in his control room. Hikari and Miyako were separated from the group, and Daisuke had run away from Takeru and Iori for no good reason. Every Digidestined was knocking down control spires, but Daisuke and Flamedramon at the fastest rate.
"Now we can't have that, can we?" The Emperor said, a smirk coming across his face. "Wormmon, get over here." He ordered, the smile growing. "I have a plan."
"It wouldn't be an -eeevvvviiillllll- plan, would it?"
He looked down at Wormmon. "Thank you, Wormmon, for completely ruining the mood."
"Um, you're welcome?"
The Kaiser punted Wormmon across the room. "Pathetic. I need a slave more worthy."
The Kaiser looked back to the monitors. "He will do nicely. Prepare the Airdramon. This will not go unpunished."
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"Every time I opened a drawer, I was greeted by a friendly squeak."
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The Kaiser jumped up to his Airdramon and was whisked off to where Daisuke and Flamedramon were last spotted. He pulled out his Digivice, and there was Daisuke, indicated by a beeping dot. "We are getting closer, Airdramon, slow down."
The Airdramon slowed noticeably. Then it started to descend. It had found Daisuke's signal.
"Ah! We are here. Down, Airdramon."
And the Airdramon obeyed. The Emperor jumped down off of his slave and followed the signal. He wasn't finding anything. Then he reached the exact point where Daisuke was supposed to be.
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"One day, I opened the drawer and there was no squeak. I saw the mouse. He was ragged and didn't look like he had enough food or a bath in a long time."
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Daisuke was on the ground, bleeding a bit and obviously in pain.
"What happened here, my slaves get the best of you?"
"Funny, Ken, I didn't know your slaves were supposed to hurt humans."
"I give them vague instructions. They can interpret them any way they want." Ken offered a gloved hand to the fallen boy. "Can you get up?" He asked, with honest concern.
"No, I don't think I can, Ken."
"Very well." Ken lifted up one of Daisuke's arms and threw him over his shoulder. After placing Daisuke on the Airdramon, he jumped up and flew the Digimon back to the fortress, Daisuke complaining all the way.
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"I pulled the mouse out of its drawer and decided to help it."
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Daisuke lay in the fortress's medical room. Ken was behind him, pouring some sort of liquid onto a piece of gauze.
"This might hurt." Ken said, as he placed the gauze on Daisuke's open stomach wound.
"OOOWWWWW!!!!"
"Didn't I tell you this would hurt?" He pulled the gauze off. "That sure does look nasty."
"You would know. You have to look at something similar everyday in the mirror."
Ken replaced the fluid on the gauze and pressed it down again. This time hard.
"OOOOOWWW!! Dude, I was kidding. Can't you evil genius's take a joke?"
"Not very well." We pulled the gauze away to examine the injury. "You don't look so good, Dai."
"I think I knew that." Daisuke said, rolling his eyes.
"I can fix it. Just relax." Ken placed a medical mask //AN: I don't know what it is called! Someone tell me! You know, the thing that they put the sleeping gas on you with?// to Daisuke's nose and throat.
"Are you kidding?" He pushed the mask away, which was quite a bit of effort because he couldn't move his arms without aggravating his stomach. "You think I am going to trust -you-?"
"You have to. Unless you want to go through the Digiport to my house and then to a hospital. I wonder how my parents would react to me pulling an injured person I'm not friends from mid air, mind you, through the hallway. Real good plan."
"I see your point. But do you have to gas me?"
"If you don't want me to, fine." Ken pulled out a scalpel for dramatic effect. "I hope this doesn't hurt to much."
Daisuke saw the lights reflecting off the blade. "Um, you know, that gas, thing, good idea."
"I knew you would think of it my way." He put Daisuke to sleep and started to stitch up the wound.
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"I fixed him up and he seemed fine. But he didn't want to stay in the house I built for him."
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Daisuke woke up, and Ken was gone. He looked at his side. It was mostly healed. It would leave a scar, but a minute one. Daisuke was at least grateful for small favors. Then he remembered where he was. "No way." He looked around the medical room, and decided to bolt.
He ran, right past the Veggiemon guards. But klutz that he was, he managed to drop his goggles.
After getting lost in at least 5 hallways, he found Veemon in one of the dungeons.
"Veemon!!"
"Dai! Here catch!" Veemon threw Daisuke his D3 and Daisuke pulled out his D-Terminal, surprisingly still in tact.
"Veemon! Digi-Armor Energize!"
"Right! Veemon, armor digivolve to. . . Raidramon! The storm of friendship!"
"How about we get out of here?"
"Good idea."
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"So he ran away. Back to the dresser."
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Raidramon and Daisuke ran out of Ken's base. Ken sat in his control room, watching the scene from one of the hundred monitors up on the wall.
"Master?" Whimpered Wormmon.
"What is it, insect?"
"He got away."
"I know." Ken's voice softened and he lowered his head. "I know."
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It's supposed to be a one-shot, but if 'yall like it, I'll write some sort of sequel. :)
Basically, Takeru tells a story about this mouse. And it has something to do with Emperor and Davis's situation. . .
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"A little mouse used to live in my dresser."
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The Digimon Kaiser stared at the screens in his control room. Hikari and Miyako were separated from the group, and Daisuke had run away from Takeru and Iori for no good reason. Every Digidestined was knocking down control spires, but Daisuke and Flamedramon at the fastest rate.
"Now we can't have that, can we?" The Emperor said, a smirk coming across his face. "Wormmon, get over here." He ordered, the smile growing. "I have a plan."
"It wouldn't be an -eeevvvviiillllll- plan, would it?"
He looked down at Wormmon. "Thank you, Wormmon, for completely ruining the mood."
"Um, you're welcome?"
The Kaiser punted Wormmon across the room. "Pathetic. I need a slave more worthy."
The Kaiser looked back to the monitors. "He will do nicely. Prepare the Airdramon. This will not go unpunished."
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"Every time I opened a drawer, I was greeted by a friendly squeak."
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The Kaiser jumped up to his Airdramon and was whisked off to where Daisuke and Flamedramon were last spotted. He pulled out his Digivice, and there was Daisuke, indicated by a beeping dot. "We are getting closer, Airdramon, slow down."
The Airdramon slowed noticeably. Then it started to descend. It had found Daisuke's signal.
"Ah! We are here. Down, Airdramon."
And the Airdramon obeyed. The Emperor jumped down off of his slave and followed the signal. He wasn't finding anything. Then he reached the exact point where Daisuke was supposed to be.
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"One day, I opened the drawer and there was no squeak. I saw the mouse. He was ragged and didn't look like he had enough food or a bath in a long time."
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Daisuke was on the ground, bleeding a bit and obviously in pain.
"What happened here, my slaves get the best of you?"
"Funny, Ken, I didn't know your slaves were supposed to hurt humans."
"I give them vague instructions. They can interpret them any way they want." Ken offered a gloved hand to the fallen boy. "Can you get up?" He asked, with honest concern.
"No, I don't think I can, Ken."
"Very well." Ken lifted up one of Daisuke's arms and threw him over his shoulder. After placing Daisuke on the Airdramon, he jumped up and flew the Digimon back to the fortress, Daisuke complaining all the way.
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"I pulled the mouse out of its drawer and decided to help it."
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Daisuke lay in the fortress's medical room. Ken was behind him, pouring some sort of liquid onto a piece of gauze.
"This might hurt." Ken said, as he placed the gauze on Daisuke's open stomach wound.
"OOOWWWWW!!!!"
"Didn't I tell you this would hurt?" He pulled the gauze off. "That sure does look nasty."
"You would know. You have to look at something similar everyday in the mirror."
Ken replaced the fluid on the gauze and pressed it down again. This time hard.
"OOOOOWWW!! Dude, I was kidding. Can't you evil genius's take a joke?"
"Not very well." We pulled the gauze away to examine the injury. "You don't look so good, Dai."
"I think I knew that." Daisuke said, rolling his eyes.
"I can fix it. Just relax." Ken placed a medical mask //AN: I don't know what it is called! Someone tell me! You know, the thing that they put the sleeping gas on you with?// to Daisuke's nose and throat.
"Are you kidding?" He pushed the mask away, which was quite a bit of effort because he couldn't move his arms without aggravating his stomach. "You think I am going to trust -you-?"
"You have to. Unless you want to go through the Digiport to my house and then to a hospital. I wonder how my parents would react to me pulling an injured person I'm not friends from mid air, mind you, through the hallway. Real good plan."
"I see your point. But do you have to gas me?"
"If you don't want me to, fine." Ken pulled out a scalpel for dramatic effect. "I hope this doesn't hurt to much."
Daisuke saw the lights reflecting off the blade. "Um, you know, that gas, thing, good idea."
"I knew you would think of it my way." He put Daisuke to sleep and started to stitch up the wound.
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"I fixed him up and he seemed fine. But he didn't want to stay in the house I built for him."
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Daisuke woke up, and Ken was gone. He looked at his side. It was mostly healed. It would leave a scar, but a minute one. Daisuke was at least grateful for small favors. Then he remembered where he was. "No way." He looked around the medical room, and decided to bolt.
He ran, right past the Veggiemon guards. But klutz that he was, he managed to drop his goggles.
After getting lost in at least 5 hallways, he found Veemon in one of the dungeons.
"Veemon!!"
"Dai! Here catch!" Veemon threw Daisuke his D3 and Daisuke pulled out his D-Terminal, surprisingly still in tact.
"Veemon! Digi-Armor Energize!"
"Right! Veemon, armor digivolve to. . . Raidramon! The storm of friendship!"
"How about we get out of here?"
"Good idea."
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"So he ran away. Back to the dresser."
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Raidramon and Daisuke ran out of Ken's base. Ken sat in his control room, watching the scene from one of the hundred monitors up on the wall.
"Master?" Whimpered Wormmon.
"What is it, insect?"
"He got away."
"I know." Ken's voice softened and he lowered his head. "I know."
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It's supposed to be a one-shot, but if 'yall like it, I'll write some sort of sequel. :)