Hey, y'all! Okay, this is the last update until, like the 17th of June, 'cause I'm going to camp! So... enjoy! Review! Please! And flames will be used to roast marshmallows. ::grins:: Toodles!
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Turn Back Time
Chapter One
The ball flew swiftly through the air, its black and white checkers blurring into a mass of gray, and thudded soundly into the back of the net. The kicker smiled, a bit smugly, as he jogged to the back of the line, brushing his raven-coloured hair out of his clear blue eyes.
A hand clapped him soundly on the back, and he looked around to see the smiling face of his best friend, Akeno. "Hey, Ken, another score, eh?"
Ken Ichijouji, or 'The Rocket' as he was called on the soccer field, shrugged. "It's just warm up, 'Keno. The game hasn't even started yet."
"Yeah, but we're gonna kick some arse today!" Grinning jovially, Akeno jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "This team's supposed to be decent, but they don't have the Rocket!"
Ken blushed. "Oh, shut up. I'm not that great..."
Akeno widened his deep mahogany eyes in faked surprise. "Who said I was talking about you? Geez, what an ego!"
Ken laughed and pushed his friend. Across the field, although they didn't notice, a boy with spiked brown hair was watching them sullenly. More accurately, the boy was glaring at Ken, his brown eyes filled with rage.
Daisuke's POV
I watched him carefully... Look at him! Joking and playing around... It doesn't seem like he could be the Kaiser, but... that's what he said, right?
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I glared up at the blue-haired freak standing in front of me. Thoughts rushed through my mind as to how we could defeat him, but none seemed to be good enough, as all of our digimon were... um... occupied. Anger filled me, boiling my blood until I thought I would burst, but still, I had no rational solution. Stalling for time, I spoke out boldly.
"Kaiser... um, your shoelaces are untied!" Damn! Did I really just say that? I glanced over my shoulder, only to see Hikari and Takeru leaning against each other, laughing helplessly. I caught Hikari's notice, and she rolled her eyes at me. My princess... She plays with my heart, but I know how she really feels... My attention was diverted, though, by a loud, satanical laugh from the Kaiser.
"You expect me to fall for that, you little worm?" The Kaiser's voice was hard as steel. A shiver ran down my back as he gazed at me coolly through his purple visor.
"You called, Master?" a nasal voice inquired. A small, green, worm-like digimon poked its head around the Kaiser's leg.
"No!" he snapped, kicking his poor slave digimon ruthlessly, grinning coldly as the worm curled up in pain. "Get out of the way! I'm busy..." He turned back to us, eyes scanning the ground around me where our digimon lay, sapped of their strength. "Now, where was I?" He cracked his whip thoughtfully, tapping his chin with a gloved finger. Suddenly, his watch beeped, and he shoved up the royal-blue edge of his cloak to glance at it, and cursed. "Saved by the bell, I'd say, you imbeciles. I have a meeting to attend in the real world." He started to turn around, but I interrupted.
"Wait!"
Miyako, standing behind me, snorted and flipped her long, lavender hair. "Daisuke, you *are* an imbecile. Don't call him back to us!" she whispered harshly.
The Kaiser faced me again, raising an eyebrow impatiently. "What is it?" he snapped. "Would you like me to just destroy you now, and get it over with?" A smile curved on his lips, albeit a cold and cruel one. "That sounds like fun..." He raised his whip.
Frantically, I interceded again. "Um... not that, I *don't* have a death wish, thank you... I was just wondering... who are you?"
Miyako spoke again, scathingly. "What makes you think he'll tell us that?" She started moaning. "Ooh, he's gonna kill us, Dai, and it's all your fault!" Ugh. She can be so annoying.
"Yes, listen to the girl for once, you idiot." The Kaiser looked thoughtful for a second. "Although, I don't see what harm it can be to tell you... I can easily defeat you in *either* world." I widened my eyes in surprise, and immediately turned and stuck out my tongue at Miyako. She just glared at me.
"Does the name... Ichijouji mean anything to you?"
Oh. My. God. "Ken?" I whispered, shocked. Ken Ichijouji was, like, my idol! (other than Taichi, of course.) He was an incredible soccer player. A look of unsuppressed rage flitted across the Kaiser's face when I said his name.
"I don't believe it." Takeru spoke doubtfully, scrutinizing the Kaiser's face. "Ken always seemed so... gentle..."
"And smart," added Hikari. "But... there is some similarity. Same color hair..."
Cody simply stood there, staring hard at the Kaiser. He slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I think they may just be one and the same."
I think my jaw just about hit the ground then, but my musings were interrupted by a loud wail from Miyako. "Nooo! How can such a dreamy guy be so mean?"
The Kaiser snorted, a secret smile forming. "Think what you will. If you don't want anything else," he continued snidely, "I will be on my way." He turned and walked regally into the forest, his deep blue cape rustling around his tall, thin frame, as the small Wormmon struggled to keep up.
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Of course, I was almost overjoyed when I saw that my next soccer game would pit me head to head against the Kaiser himself. I grinned smugly, fixing my trademark goggles in their place on my head. I would show that evil creep! I glanced adoringly at Hikari, who was sitting in between Takeru and Taichi in the bleachers. An added bonus... I thrust out my chest heroically. Hikari would see me for the man I really am...
Ken's POV
Okay, that brown-haired kid on the other team is totally freaking me out. First, he's glaring at me like he hates my guts, although I've never seen him before in my life. Then he gazes adoringly at this girl up in the stands, and suddenly starts strutting around the soccer field like an overgrown rooster. That boy has problems...
Up in the stands, in the shadows, I can see my older brother, Osamu. I'm surprised he came. He's glaring harshly at me, now. I can never figure out why he hates me so much. He used to be my best friend, but he changed... drastically. It's not like he hits me... well, he does, but I guess that's just typical older brother bullying... but it's the way he talks. He screams at me sometimes, just for being good at soccer, and being smart. He says I'm taking the glory away from him, and that that mustn't happen. Don't ask me why, though... Like I said, I can't figure him out.
General POV
The referee whistle blew, interrupting the musings of both boys. They ran to their respective teams, joining in the brief pre-game pep talk, before stepping out onto the field. Daisuke grinned in anticipation when he saw that he and Ken were facing off directly against each other - Ken at right forward, and Daisuke at left.
When they lined up in their positions, Ken offered a cheery smile. "Good luck!" he said. Daisuke simply glared, and Ken shrugged his shoulders, a confused look in his innocent azure eyes.
A short blast on the whistle, and the game started. Ken gained immediate possession of the ball and whisked past Daisuke, who stood still in astonishment. Exhibiting incredible foot skills, Ken maneuvered around most of the defense and passed the ball swiftly to the center striker. The striker played around with it for a few seconds before passing it back to Ken, who slammed it into the goal. The keeper stared in astonishment at the ball, which had dropped harmlessly to the ground, as Ken jogged back to center field amid cheering team mates.
The rest of the game was frighteningly similar, and Daisuke couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Ken's skills. As the clock wore down in the second half, the very last seconds ticking away, Ken approached the goal yet again, the ball firmly in his control. Daisuke ran up, preparing for a slide tackle, as Ken kicked the ball. As the clock ran out, two things happened. One, the ball thudded into the back of the net for yet another goal, and two, Daisuke slid hard into Ken's feet, knocking him over.
Ken bit back a yelp of pain as his ankle twisted under him, and fell to the ground. A blonde boy ran up to them.
"What's your problem, man?" he asked, holding out a hand to Ken. Ken accepted the help and stood, reluctant to put weight on his injured ankle.
"Damn," he muttered.
Daisuke spat on the ground, gazing at the hurt boy scornfully. "You got what was rightfully yours, 'Kaiser.'" He ambled off the field, sulking at how easily they had lost.
Akeno watched the boy go, shaking his head. "That kid has serious problems." He looked over at his friend, who was unsteady on his feet, fighting back tears. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Ken nodded his head stubbornly, stepping lightly on his injured leg.
"Oh, *shit*!" he cursed loudly, and then looked around sheepishly. "Um, Akeno, think you could help me off the field?" His blonde friend nodded, and the two boys hobbled towards where the two teams were exchanging compliments. A/N ~ you know, that annoying 'good game, good game' thingummy at the end of every game?
Daisuke watched them go, a plan formulating in his mind. With the Kaiser injured, maybe they could ambush him... He grinned wickedly.
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Turn Back Time
Chapter One
The ball flew swiftly through the air, its black and white checkers blurring into a mass of gray, and thudded soundly into the back of the net. The kicker smiled, a bit smugly, as he jogged to the back of the line, brushing his raven-coloured hair out of his clear blue eyes.
A hand clapped him soundly on the back, and he looked around to see the smiling face of his best friend, Akeno. "Hey, Ken, another score, eh?"
Ken Ichijouji, or 'The Rocket' as he was called on the soccer field, shrugged. "It's just warm up, 'Keno. The game hasn't even started yet."
"Yeah, but we're gonna kick some arse today!" Grinning jovially, Akeno jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "This team's supposed to be decent, but they don't have the Rocket!"
Ken blushed. "Oh, shut up. I'm not that great..."
Akeno widened his deep mahogany eyes in faked surprise. "Who said I was talking about you? Geez, what an ego!"
Ken laughed and pushed his friend. Across the field, although they didn't notice, a boy with spiked brown hair was watching them sullenly. More accurately, the boy was glaring at Ken, his brown eyes filled with rage.
Daisuke's POV
I watched him carefully... Look at him! Joking and playing around... It doesn't seem like he could be the Kaiser, but... that's what he said, right?
~*~
I glared up at the blue-haired freak standing in front of me. Thoughts rushed through my mind as to how we could defeat him, but none seemed to be good enough, as all of our digimon were... um... occupied. Anger filled me, boiling my blood until I thought I would burst, but still, I had no rational solution. Stalling for time, I spoke out boldly.
"Kaiser... um, your shoelaces are untied!" Damn! Did I really just say that? I glanced over my shoulder, only to see Hikari and Takeru leaning against each other, laughing helplessly. I caught Hikari's notice, and she rolled her eyes at me. My princess... She plays with my heart, but I know how she really feels... My attention was diverted, though, by a loud, satanical laugh from the Kaiser.
"You expect me to fall for that, you little worm?" The Kaiser's voice was hard as steel. A shiver ran down my back as he gazed at me coolly through his purple visor.
"You called, Master?" a nasal voice inquired. A small, green, worm-like digimon poked its head around the Kaiser's leg.
"No!" he snapped, kicking his poor slave digimon ruthlessly, grinning coldly as the worm curled up in pain. "Get out of the way! I'm busy..." He turned back to us, eyes scanning the ground around me where our digimon lay, sapped of their strength. "Now, where was I?" He cracked his whip thoughtfully, tapping his chin with a gloved finger. Suddenly, his watch beeped, and he shoved up the royal-blue edge of his cloak to glance at it, and cursed. "Saved by the bell, I'd say, you imbeciles. I have a meeting to attend in the real world." He started to turn around, but I interrupted.
"Wait!"
Miyako, standing behind me, snorted and flipped her long, lavender hair. "Daisuke, you *are* an imbecile. Don't call him back to us!" she whispered harshly.
The Kaiser faced me again, raising an eyebrow impatiently. "What is it?" he snapped. "Would you like me to just destroy you now, and get it over with?" A smile curved on his lips, albeit a cold and cruel one. "That sounds like fun..." He raised his whip.
Frantically, I interceded again. "Um... not that, I *don't* have a death wish, thank you... I was just wondering... who are you?"
Miyako spoke again, scathingly. "What makes you think he'll tell us that?" She started moaning. "Ooh, he's gonna kill us, Dai, and it's all your fault!" Ugh. She can be so annoying.
"Yes, listen to the girl for once, you idiot." The Kaiser looked thoughtful for a second. "Although, I don't see what harm it can be to tell you... I can easily defeat you in *either* world." I widened my eyes in surprise, and immediately turned and stuck out my tongue at Miyako. She just glared at me.
"Does the name... Ichijouji mean anything to you?"
Oh. My. God. "Ken?" I whispered, shocked. Ken Ichijouji was, like, my idol! (other than Taichi, of course.) He was an incredible soccer player. A look of unsuppressed rage flitted across the Kaiser's face when I said his name.
"I don't believe it." Takeru spoke doubtfully, scrutinizing the Kaiser's face. "Ken always seemed so... gentle..."
"And smart," added Hikari. "But... there is some similarity. Same color hair..."
Cody simply stood there, staring hard at the Kaiser. He slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I think they may just be one and the same."
I think my jaw just about hit the ground then, but my musings were interrupted by a loud wail from Miyako. "Nooo! How can such a dreamy guy be so mean?"
The Kaiser snorted, a secret smile forming. "Think what you will. If you don't want anything else," he continued snidely, "I will be on my way." He turned and walked regally into the forest, his deep blue cape rustling around his tall, thin frame, as the small Wormmon struggled to keep up.
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Of course, I was almost overjoyed when I saw that my next soccer game would pit me head to head against the Kaiser himself. I grinned smugly, fixing my trademark goggles in their place on my head. I would show that evil creep! I glanced adoringly at Hikari, who was sitting in between Takeru and Taichi in the bleachers. An added bonus... I thrust out my chest heroically. Hikari would see me for the man I really am...
Ken's POV
Okay, that brown-haired kid on the other team is totally freaking me out. First, he's glaring at me like he hates my guts, although I've never seen him before in my life. Then he gazes adoringly at this girl up in the stands, and suddenly starts strutting around the soccer field like an overgrown rooster. That boy has problems...
Up in the stands, in the shadows, I can see my older brother, Osamu. I'm surprised he came. He's glaring harshly at me, now. I can never figure out why he hates me so much. He used to be my best friend, but he changed... drastically. It's not like he hits me... well, he does, but I guess that's just typical older brother bullying... but it's the way he talks. He screams at me sometimes, just for being good at soccer, and being smart. He says I'm taking the glory away from him, and that that mustn't happen. Don't ask me why, though... Like I said, I can't figure him out.
General POV
The referee whistle blew, interrupting the musings of both boys. They ran to their respective teams, joining in the brief pre-game pep talk, before stepping out onto the field. Daisuke grinned in anticipation when he saw that he and Ken were facing off directly against each other - Ken at right forward, and Daisuke at left.
When they lined up in their positions, Ken offered a cheery smile. "Good luck!" he said. Daisuke simply glared, and Ken shrugged his shoulders, a confused look in his innocent azure eyes.
A short blast on the whistle, and the game started. Ken gained immediate possession of the ball and whisked past Daisuke, who stood still in astonishment. Exhibiting incredible foot skills, Ken maneuvered around most of the defense and passed the ball swiftly to the center striker. The striker played around with it for a few seconds before passing it back to Ken, who slammed it into the goal. The keeper stared in astonishment at the ball, which had dropped harmlessly to the ground, as Ken jogged back to center field amid cheering team mates.
The rest of the game was frighteningly similar, and Daisuke couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Ken's skills. As the clock wore down in the second half, the very last seconds ticking away, Ken approached the goal yet again, the ball firmly in his control. Daisuke ran up, preparing for a slide tackle, as Ken kicked the ball. As the clock ran out, two things happened. One, the ball thudded into the back of the net for yet another goal, and two, Daisuke slid hard into Ken's feet, knocking him over.
Ken bit back a yelp of pain as his ankle twisted under him, and fell to the ground. A blonde boy ran up to them.
"What's your problem, man?" he asked, holding out a hand to Ken. Ken accepted the help and stood, reluctant to put weight on his injured ankle.
"Damn," he muttered.
Daisuke spat on the ground, gazing at the hurt boy scornfully. "You got what was rightfully yours, 'Kaiser.'" He ambled off the field, sulking at how easily they had lost.
Akeno watched the boy go, shaking his head. "That kid has serious problems." He looked over at his friend, who was unsteady on his feet, fighting back tears. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Ken nodded his head stubbornly, stepping lightly on his injured leg.
"Oh, *shit*!" he cursed loudly, and then looked around sheepishly. "Um, Akeno, think you could help me off the field?" His blonde friend nodded, and the two boys hobbled towards where the two teams were exchanging compliments. A/N ~ you know, that annoying 'good game, good game' thingummy at the end of every game?
Daisuke watched them go, a plan formulating in his mind. With the Kaiser injured, maybe they could ambush him... He grinned wickedly.
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