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Disclaimer ~
I don't own Digimon
And neither do you,
But if you do own it,
Please, please, don't sue!
I *do* own this story
However pathetic it may be
So if you steal it
You'll have to deal with me!
catchy, eh? *gags* ah, well... *screams* Corny! Corny! Um...
Oy... so, here's the next part!
Turn Back Time
Chapter 3
Ken's POV
I winced in pain as I hobbled down the street towards Odaiba Middle School, pausing to glance momentarily at the small slip of paper I held in my hand, and then at my watch. It said I had to be there at 4:30... it was 4:20 now. An inner sense kept warning me not to go... but I ignored it. I have no idea why. I guess I just wanted to see what this Daisuke guy had to say to me. I reread the short note, musing silently at what this kid was going to do.
Ken -
I have something for you... I'm sorry for being such a bad sport the other day in the game. I hope you'll forgive me. I want to make it up to you. Meet me in the computer lab of Odaiba Middle School today (the 5th) at 4:30.
-Daisuke
I re-folded the page and stuck it in my pocket, and continued hobbling down the sidewalk, not quite paying attention to where I was going.
A yelp interrupted my daydreams as I stumbled clumsily into a large, plump lady with frizzy brown hair... and a very angry expression. "What do you think you're doing?" she screamed, sapphire-blue eyes glinting dangerously as she shook a jewelry-laden hand at me. I flinched and moved back a step, mumbling apologies. She advanced, waving a stuffed shopping bag at the spilled parcels on the pavement. I ducked under her windmilling arm, almost getting caught in the voluminous folds of her floral dress as I dodged past her, bending down to pick up the packages she had dropped. I noticed that a *lot* of interested and amused onlookers were staring at us, and a hot blush rose in my cheeks as I stood up, handing her the bundles.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I wasn't watching... I won't do it again," I apologized, bowing my head courteously. My apology instantly appeased her, and her eyes widened.
"Ooh, Ken Ichijouji? Is that you? My son idolizes you!" She squealed happily, clapping her hands heedless of the parcels I had just returned to her. Inwardly, I groaned, discreetly glancing at my watch. Outwardly, I smiled slightly, again dipping my head.
"Really?" I stood awkwardly, trying to keep the weight off of my injured ankle, which was hurting more than ever after the conflict. She apparantly noticed my movement, and immediately grew concerned.
"Ooh, dear boy, I heard about your ankle injury," she cooed. "Is it all right?"
I let a smile slide across my face, nodding. "Yes, ma'am, it's fine, but if you could excuse me, I have to get somewhere," I said apologetically.
She bustled out of my way. "Don't let me keep you, honey!"
I almost laughed at the way the situation had turned around. "Thanks! It was nice meeting you!" I waved, and she called back a goodbye. I turned, continueing my limping down the street, noting that I now had five minutes to get to the school.
Taichi's POV
I groaned, burying my face in my hands, walking home as slowly as I could from school. I tried to turn my mind away from exactly *what* my parents would say when they had to sign that little piece of paper stuffed into the darkest recesses of my backpack. My math test. Another 'D.'
I stopped and leaned against a tall, wooden telephone pole, visualizing my mother's enraged face and her nagging voice.
"'Taichi, why can't you ever be like those Ichijouji boys?'" I mimicked, before falling silent and gazing out into the distance. Speaking of the Ichijouji boy... I glanced at my wristwatch - 4:30. I was going to be late... Oh well... I had to go home first anyways, or my mom would be *more* than mad. I slowly stood upright. 'May's well get this over with...' I thought as I trudged onwards.
Koushiro's POV
I sighed as I glanced at my wristwatch, seeing the hands go closer to and pass the time I was supposed to be at the Middle School. I tapped my foot impatiently as the girl I was tutoring struggled with an algebra problem, and mentally slapped myself on the head. How could I have forgotten about the tutorings session? And I could't call the others, 'cause if I left her alone for a second, I knew she'd skip out, and I would be left trying to explain to the teachers.
"Argh..." I muttered silently, watching her pencil moving busily, her brow furrowed in concentration. I sat down beside her and began to point out what she was doing wrong. *Man*, the others were going to kill me...
Daisuke's POV
I stood ready by the door in the computer lab, habitually checking the clock. How inconsiderate can a guy be? Ken's thirty seconds late! The anticipation is practically eating me alive... Wait! I hear footsteps...
'Get ready, you guys," I whisper, crouching in the shadows, partly camouflaged. This *has* to work!
Takeru's POV
I felt really, really stupid sitting on the dirty floor under a computer table, where heavy, thick cables continually hit me on the head. I couldn't help being slightly doubtful of the whole plan. My job was, as Dai put it, 'Uh... make sure he doesn't try to escape under the table...' As if... At least I don't have to actually take part in the ambushing. Hurting other people - and it's inevitable that they'll hurt Ken - isn't on the top of my 'fun' list. Sitting under here, come to think of it, isn't on my 'fun' list either...
Miyako's POV
I coulc see Takeru grumbling under the table over there... he looks so goofy! I flipped my hair back and polished my glasses... What? I'd have to be able to see well for this. My task was to open the portal into the Digiworld. Easy enough, as long as they actually catch Ken and subdue him somehow. I glanced around the room, and snickered silently at everyone hiding in various places. Daisuke glared at me, so I shot him a repulsed look. He, Yamato, Koushiro, Taichi, and Jyou were supposed to be the actual ambushers of Ken, but Taichi and Koushiro weren't there yet. Sora, Hikari, Takeru, and Iori were just sort of standing guard at miscellaneous places around the room. I hated to admit it, but Dai actually had a somewhat good plan formulated here. All we had to do was wait...
A/N ~ getting suspenseful, ne? *cackles*
Ken's POV
'Finally,' I thought as I plodded up the stairs, sharp shots of pain bursting through my ankle. I stopped for the thousandth time to wonder *why* the heck I was doing this, and personally, I couldn't answer... I guess just to get out of the house. I saw the familiar sign in the hallway beside an oak-paneled door reading 'Computer Lab', and sighed in relief. I leaned on the bland, tiled wall for support as I limped to the door and pushed it open. It was dimly lighted, and I moved quietly in as my eyes adjusted. I looked around tentatively, feeling extremely nervous for some reason.
"Hello? Anyone here?" I whispered. I came fully in the room, and turned to close the door... but someone had closed it for me. I stared at a tall, indigo-haired teenager with wire-rimmed glasses framing the coldest blue eyes I had ever seen. He stared at me venemously, and his gaze seemed to freeze my blood.
"Uh..." I stammered, taking out the paper. "Do you know a, um... Daisuke...?"
"Over here," a gruff voice replied from behind me, and I turned to see the spiky-haired boy who'd tackled me the day before. His chestnut-coloured eyes were hard and unforgiving, although his mouth was twisted into a maniacal smile.
"Got you, Kaiser," he whispered. From the corner of my eyes I could see a blonde boy approaching.
"What the - mmmph!" My speech was cut off as a pair of strong hands clasped themselves over my mouth, choking me as well as forcing me backwards into the grasp of the tall, blue-haired teen.
Daisuke laughed. "Not so powerful now, are you, Kaiser?"
My panicked gaze flitted around the room, where more people were emerging from the shadows. *What* was he talking about?
The blonde boy swung something at me... I gave a strangled yell, unheard by anyone.
Then all went black.
Daisuke's POV
"We got him!" I rejoiced. My expression hardened again. "Now," I ordered, "to the Digital World where we can aptly take care of him." I was very pleased with the results of my, yes, *my*, plan. Something troubled me though. I looked at the limp, unconscious form of the blue-haired Kaiser. I couldn't quite finger it, but something was wrong.
I shrugged aside the feeling as Miyako moved silently to the computer, holding out her red-and-white digivice. "Digi-port... open!" she cried, sheilding her eyes as a bright white flash enveloped the room. I felt the slight tingling sensation that meant I was being transformed into data, and tightened my grip on the Kaiser's wrist as we were sucked into the computer.
Taichi's POV
Ugh. My mother's whining voice filled my head as she consistently compared me to Hikari, herself when she was a child, my friends, her friends' children, etc., etc. All the time she was berating me, she waved my sorry-looking test paper around like a truce flag, pointing vehemently at the large, red 'D' in ink at the top.
"I wish you were more like the Ichijouji boys, Taichi!" she screeched. "You're so stupid at *everything* you do!" I flinched. Somehow, I never got used to her constantly comparing me to others. Yeah, yeah, I know, Mom, you wished I played soccer like Ken, you wished I was as smart as Osamu...
I froze. Something had just clicked in the very back of my mind, and I tuned out my mother's outraged ranting. What did Daisuke say the Kaiser had said?
'Does the name... Ichijouji mean anything to you?'
Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn. Did no one ever think that there are *two* Ichijouji teenagers? I looked worriedly at the clock ticking merrily away on the wall, unconsciously clenching my hand into a fist. 4:45. They probably already had Ken... what if he was the wrong one?
I jumped out of the seat and sprinted into the hall, shoving my feet into my shoes. My mother's voice followed me, still yelling.
"Where do you think you're going, Taichi Yagami? I'm *not* done yet!" She ran into the hall after me, still waving the test behind her.
"Sorry, Mom, I gotta run!" I bolted out the door, slamming it behind me, and ran down the street. Oh, God, I hope they're still there...
Koushiro's POV
I sighed in relief. Tutoring was over early. I looked at the clock, which read 4:50. I slipped into my shoes, shrugging. Maybe they'd waited for me, but if they didn't, it was no big deal. I slowly made my way across the street from the High School to the Middle school, and ascended the steps to the computer lab. I stuck my head in the door... nope. It was dark. Oh well... I turned around to leave, when suddenly, a large, blurred form hurtled into me, knocking me full-tilt into the floor of the room.
"Itai!" I cried, rubbing my elbow. The figure flipped on the lights to reveal Taichi Yagami standing there, breathing heavily and panicked eyes darting around haphazardly. Suddenly he slammed his hand into a table forcefully.
"Kuso!" He looked down at me on the floor, and sheepishly ran a hand through his shock of dark chestnut hair. "Uh, sorry, 'Shiro. You okay?" He extended a hand, which I gratefully took, and hoisted me off of the floor. I surveyed him carefully.
"Okay, Taichi," I began, "*please* tell me you just came in here like you were running a marathon."
His mahogany eyes suddenly shone with hope, and he grabbed me by the shoulders. I was getting *very* freaked out by then. "'Shiro, oh, God, please tell me something went wrong and they didn't get him!"
"*What* are you talking about, Taichi?" My face must have shone with the confusion I was feeling, because he let go of my shoulders and sagged down in a chair, looking depressed.
Taichi's POV
When I saw Koushiro, I thought that maybe, *maybe*, there was a chance that Ken hadn't shown up, and 'Shiro had stayed behind to tell me when I showed up... or something like that. Panicked, I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him slightly. "'Shiro, oh, God, please tell me something went wrong and they didn't get him!" I pleaded. His deep black eyes looked at me, perplexed.
"*What* are you talking about, Taich?" he asked. I groaned, letting go of him and collapsing into a chair. Koushiro stood askance, giving me a calculating look.
"Stop examining me, 'Shiro!" I burst out. He backed away, surprised.
"Gomen, gomen, Taichi, but *what* the heck is wrong with you?"
I groaned again, and he ran a hand through his unruly red hair. "'Shiro, did you ever think about what Dai said the Kaiser told him? About his identity?"
Koushiro still looked confused, but obediently repeated what Daisuke had told us. "'Does the name... Ichijouji meant anything to you?' So, Taichi? What's the big deal?"
"Did you know that there are *two* Ichijouji brothers?" I watched as this sank in, and a look of horror registered on his face.
"Oh, God..."
Koushiro's POV
I listened in shock as Taichi told me. "Did you know that there are *two* Ichijouji brothers?"
I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. I knew Ken's brother, Osamu, from a distance, and the kid was incredibly smart, but a lot colder than his brother Ken. Part of the reason I'd been so surprised when Dai had told us who the Kaiser was was because Ken had always seemed so gentle and warm. I'd never even thought of his brother.
"Oh, God..." I muttered, sliding down onto the floor beside Taichi's chair. I couldn't believe it... Ken could be innocent... And now he was being dragged through the digiworld by our friends.
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More of Japanese Dictionary!
- Gomen = short for 'gomen nasai' or 'gomen ne', means 'I'm sorry'
- Kuso = shit yeah, I know how to swear in Japanese... pathetic, ne?
*cackles* So... what d'you think? Yeah, yeah, I know it sucks, but... It'll get better! I swear! *crosses fingers behind back* Heh...
See that box down there? I *order* you to fill it out! Otherwise... um, I will employ the force of my characters...
- Kaiser - *cackles* Yes! I will rule you all!
Um... well, maybe not... Kaiser dances around room, cracking his whip Hey! Ken! Control your evil side!
- Ken - *smirks* That's not me any more! *sticks out tongue* Hah!
Oh, great... Osamu! Control your other self!
- Osamu - *rebelliously* Why should I? *sniffs* You've gone and made me mean...
*slaps self on head* Oy... *runs screaming away from Kaiser* Um... Yeah! Review! I gotta run... *eep!*
Disclaimer ~
I don't own Digimon
And neither do you,
But if you do own it,
Please, please, don't sue!
I *do* own this story
However pathetic it may be
So if you steal it
You'll have to deal with me!
catchy, eh? *gags* ah, well... *screams* Corny! Corny! Um...
Oy... so, here's the next part!
Turn Back Time
Chapter 3
Ken's POV
I winced in pain as I hobbled down the street towards Odaiba Middle School, pausing to glance momentarily at the small slip of paper I held in my hand, and then at my watch. It said I had to be there at 4:30... it was 4:20 now. An inner sense kept warning me not to go... but I ignored it. I have no idea why. I guess I just wanted to see what this Daisuke guy had to say to me. I reread the short note, musing silently at what this kid was going to do.
Ken -
I have something for you... I'm sorry for being such a bad sport the other day in the game. I hope you'll forgive me. I want to make it up to you. Meet me in the computer lab of Odaiba Middle School today (the 5th) at 4:30.
-Daisuke
I re-folded the page and stuck it in my pocket, and continued hobbling down the sidewalk, not quite paying attention to where I was going.
A yelp interrupted my daydreams as I stumbled clumsily into a large, plump lady with frizzy brown hair... and a very angry expression. "What do you think you're doing?" she screamed, sapphire-blue eyes glinting dangerously as she shook a jewelry-laden hand at me. I flinched and moved back a step, mumbling apologies. She advanced, waving a stuffed shopping bag at the spilled parcels on the pavement. I ducked under her windmilling arm, almost getting caught in the voluminous folds of her floral dress as I dodged past her, bending down to pick up the packages she had dropped. I noticed that a *lot* of interested and amused onlookers were staring at us, and a hot blush rose in my cheeks as I stood up, handing her the bundles.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I wasn't watching... I won't do it again," I apologized, bowing my head courteously. My apology instantly appeased her, and her eyes widened.
"Ooh, Ken Ichijouji? Is that you? My son idolizes you!" She squealed happily, clapping her hands heedless of the parcels I had just returned to her. Inwardly, I groaned, discreetly glancing at my watch. Outwardly, I smiled slightly, again dipping my head.
"Really?" I stood awkwardly, trying to keep the weight off of my injured ankle, which was hurting more than ever after the conflict. She apparantly noticed my movement, and immediately grew concerned.
"Ooh, dear boy, I heard about your ankle injury," she cooed. "Is it all right?"
I let a smile slide across my face, nodding. "Yes, ma'am, it's fine, but if you could excuse me, I have to get somewhere," I said apologetically.
She bustled out of my way. "Don't let me keep you, honey!"
I almost laughed at the way the situation had turned around. "Thanks! It was nice meeting you!" I waved, and she called back a goodbye. I turned, continueing my limping down the street, noting that I now had five minutes to get to the school.
Taichi's POV
I groaned, burying my face in my hands, walking home as slowly as I could from school. I tried to turn my mind away from exactly *what* my parents would say when they had to sign that little piece of paper stuffed into the darkest recesses of my backpack. My math test. Another 'D.'
I stopped and leaned against a tall, wooden telephone pole, visualizing my mother's enraged face and her nagging voice.
"'Taichi, why can't you ever be like those Ichijouji boys?'" I mimicked, before falling silent and gazing out into the distance. Speaking of the Ichijouji boy... I glanced at my wristwatch - 4:30. I was going to be late... Oh well... I had to go home first anyways, or my mom would be *more* than mad. I slowly stood upright. 'May's well get this over with...' I thought as I trudged onwards.
Koushiro's POV
I sighed as I glanced at my wristwatch, seeing the hands go closer to and pass the time I was supposed to be at the Middle School. I tapped my foot impatiently as the girl I was tutoring struggled with an algebra problem, and mentally slapped myself on the head. How could I have forgotten about the tutorings session? And I could't call the others, 'cause if I left her alone for a second, I knew she'd skip out, and I would be left trying to explain to the teachers.
"Argh..." I muttered silently, watching her pencil moving busily, her brow furrowed in concentration. I sat down beside her and began to point out what she was doing wrong. *Man*, the others were going to kill me...
Daisuke's POV
I stood ready by the door in the computer lab, habitually checking the clock. How inconsiderate can a guy be? Ken's thirty seconds late! The anticipation is practically eating me alive... Wait! I hear footsteps...
'Get ready, you guys," I whisper, crouching in the shadows, partly camouflaged. This *has* to work!
Takeru's POV
I felt really, really stupid sitting on the dirty floor under a computer table, where heavy, thick cables continually hit me on the head. I couldn't help being slightly doubtful of the whole plan. My job was, as Dai put it, 'Uh... make sure he doesn't try to escape under the table...' As if... At least I don't have to actually take part in the ambushing. Hurting other people - and it's inevitable that they'll hurt Ken - isn't on the top of my 'fun' list. Sitting under here, come to think of it, isn't on my 'fun' list either...
Miyako's POV
I coulc see Takeru grumbling under the table over there... he looks so goofy! I flipped my hair back and polished my glasses... What? I'd have to be able to see well for this. My task was to open the portal into the Digiworld. Easy enough, as long as they actually catch Ken and subdue him somehow. I glanced around the room, and snickered silently at everyone hiding in various places. Daisuke glared at me, so I shot him a repulsed look. He, Yamato, Koushiro, Taichi, and Jyou were supposed to be the actual ambushers of Ken, but Taichi and Koushiro weren't there yet. Sora, Hikari, Takeru, and Iori were just sort of standing guard at miscellaneous places around the room. I hated to admit it, but Dai actually had a somewhat good plan formulated here. All we had to do was wait...
A/N ~ getting suspenseful, ne? *cackles*
Ken's POV
'Finally,' I thought as I plodded up the stairs, sharp shots of pain bursting through my ankle. I stopped for the thousandth time to wonder *why* the heck I was doing this, and personally, I couldn't answer... I guess just to get out of the house. I saw the familiar sign in the hallway beside an oak-paneled door reading 'Computer Lab', and sighed in relief. I leaned on the bland, tiled wall for support as I limped to the door and pushed it open. It was dimly lighted, and I moved quietly in as my eyes adjusted. I looked around tentatively, feeling extremely nervous for some reason.
"Hello? Anyone here?" I whispered. I came fully in the room, and turned to close the door... but someone had closed it for me. I stared at a tall, indigo-haired teenager with wire-rimmed glasses framing the coldest blue eyes I had ever seen. He stared at me venemously, and his gaze seemed to freeze my blood.
"Uh..." I stammered, taking out the paper. "Do you know a, um... Daisuke...?"
"Over here," a gruff voice replied from behind me, and I turned to see the spiky-haired boy who'd tackled me the day before. His chestnut-coloured eyes were hard and unforgiving, although his mouth was twisted into a maniacal smile.
"Got you, Kaiser," he whispered. From the corner of my eyes I could see a blonde boy approaching.
"What the - mmmph!" My speech was cut off as a pair of strong hands clasped themselves over my mouth, choking me as well as forcing me backwards into the grasp of the tall, blue-haired teen.
Daisuke laughed. "Not so powerful now, are you, Kaiser?"
My panicked gaze flitted around the room, where more people were emerging from the shadows. *What* was he talking about?
The blonde boy swung something at me... I gave a strangled yell, unheard by anyone.
Then all went black.
Daisuke's POV
"We got him!" I rejoiced. My expression hardened again. "Now," I ordered, "to the Digital World where we can aptly take care of him." I was very pleased with the results of my, yes, *my*, plan. Something troubled me though. I looked at the limp, unconscious form of the blue-haired Kaiser. I couldn't quite finger it, but something was wrong.
I shrugged aside the feeling as Miyako moved silently to the computer, holding out her red-and-white digivice. "Digi-port... open!" she cried, sheilding her eyes as a bright white flash enveloped the room. I felt the slight tingling sensation that meant I was being transformed into data, and tightened my grip on the Kaiser's wrist as we were sucked into the computer.
Taichi's POV
Ugh. My mother's whining voice filled my head as she consistently compared me to Hikari, herself when she was a child, my friends, her friends' children, etc., etc. All the time she was berating me, she waved my sorry-looking test paper around like a truce flag, pointing vehemently at the large, red 'D' in ink at the top.
"I wish you were more like the Ichijouji boys, Taichi!" she screeched. "You're so stupid at *everything* you do!" I flinched. Somehow, I never got used to her constantly comparing me to others. Yeah, yeah, I know, Mom, you wished I played soccer like Ken, you wished I was as smart as Osamu...
I froze. Something had just clicked in the very back of my mind, and I tuned out my mother's outraged ranting. What did Daisuke say the Kaiser had said?
'Does the name... Ichijouji mean anything to you?'
Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn. Did no one ever think that there are *two* Ichijouji teenagers? I looked worriedly at the clock ticking merrily away on the wall, unconsciously clenching my hand into a fist. 4:45. They probably already had Ken... what if he was the wrong one?
I jumped out of the seat and sprinted into the hall, shoving my feet into my shoes. My mother's voice followed me, still yelling.
"Where do you think you're going, Taichi Yagami? I'm *not* done yet!" She ran into the hall after me, still waving the test behind her.
"Sorry, Mom, I gotta run!" I bolted out the door, slamming it behind me, and ran down the street. Oh, God, I hope they're still there...
Koushiro's POV
I sighed in relief. Tutoring was over early. I looked at the clock, which read 4:50. I slipped into my shoes, shrugging. Maybe they'd waited for me, but if they didn't, it was no big deal. I slowly made my way across the street from the High School to the Middle school, and ascended the steps to the computer lab. I stuck my head in the door... nope. It was dark. Oh well... I turned around to leave, when suddenly, a large, blurred form hurtled into me, knocking me full-tilt into the floor of the room.
"Itai!" I cried, rubbing my elbow. The figure flipped on the lights to reveal Taichi Yagami standing there, breathing heavily and panicked eyes darting around haphazardly. Suddenly he slammed his hand into a table forcefully.
"Kuso!" He looked down at me on the floor, and sheepishly ran a hand through his shock of dark chestnut hair. "Uh, sorry, 'Shiro. You okay?" He extended a hand, which I gratefully took, and hoisted me off of the floor. I surveyed him carefully.
"Okay, Taichi," I began, "*please* tell me you just came in here like you were running a marathon."
His mahogany eyes suddenly shone with hope, and he grabbed me by the shoulders. I was getting *very* freaked out by then. "'Shiro, oh, God, please tell me something went wrong and they didn't get him!"
"*What* are you talking about, Taichi?" My face must have shone with the confusion I was feeling, because he let go of my shoulders and sagged down in a chair, looking depressed.
Taichi's POV
When I saw Koushiro, I thought that maybe, *maybe*, there was a chance that Ken hadn't shown up, and 'Shiro had stayed behind to tell me when I showed up... or something like that. Panicked, I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him slightly. "'Shiro, oh, God, please tell me something went wrong and they didn't get him!" I pleaded. His deep black eyes looked at me, perplexed.
"*What* are you talking about, Taich?" he asked. I groaned, letting go of him and collapsing into a chair. Koushiro stood askance, giving me a calculating look.
"Stop examining me, 'Shiro!" I burst out. He backed away, surprised.
"Gomen, gomen, Taichi, but *what* the heck is wrong with you?"
I groaned again, and he ran a hand through his unruly red hair. "'Shiro, did you ever think about what Dai said the Kaiser told him? About his identity?"
Koushiro still looked confused, but obediently repeated what Daisuke had told us. "'Does the name... Ichijouji meant anything to you?' So, Taichi? What's the big deal?"
"Did you know that there are *two* Ichijouji brothers?" I watched as this sank in, and a look of horror registered on his face.
"Oh, God..."
Koushiro's POV
I listened in shock as Taichi told me. "Did you know that there are *two* Ichijouji brothers?"
I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. I knew Ken's brother, Osamu, from a distance, and the kid was incredibly smart, but a lot colder than his brother Ken. Part of the reason I'd been so surprised when Dai had told us who the Kaiser was was because Ken had always seemed so gentle and warm. I'd never even thought of his brother.
"Oh, God..." I muttered, sliding down onto the floor beside Taichi's chair. I couldn't believe it... Ken could be innocent... And now he was being dragged through the digiworld by our friends.
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More of Japanese Dictionary!
- Gomen = short for 'gomen nasai' or 'gomen ne', means 'I'm sorry'
- Kuso = shit yeah, I know how to swear in Japanese... pathetic, ne?
*cackles* So... what d'you think? Yeah, yeah, I know it sucks, but... It'll get better! I swear! *crosses fingers behind back* Heh...
See that box down there? I *order* you to fill it out! Otherwise... um, I will employ the force of my characters...
- Kaiser - *cackles* Yes! I will rule you all!
Um... well, maybe not... Kaiser dances around room, cracking his whip Hey! Ken! Control your evil side!
- Ken - *smirks* That's not me any more! *sticks out tongue* Hah!
Oh, great... Osamu! Control your other self!
- Osamu - *rebelliously* Why should I? *sniffs* You've gone and made me mean...
*slaps self on head* Oy... *runs screaming away from Kaiser* Um... Yeah! Review! I gotta run... *eep!*