More Than I Can Give
Samsara
A.N: This fic is AU, meaning it doesn't follow the proper Digimon timeline, so it is also TWT. There is yaoi and tons of it (Kenkeru/Taken, Kensuke/Daiken and maybe some Taito)! Heehee! Also, this does contain your basic Samsaran Fluff ::winks::, meaning there is all the good stuff: Rape, abuse, drugs, suicide, messed up mythology etc. This is mainly from Ken's POV, but //...\\ are thoughts and /...\ are song lyrics. I also *happen* to not own Digimon, so you cannot sue! :P Um... flames will be sent to my pyromaniac bud Lucy. Also, the elder DD are 18, the younger DD are 16 and Iori is 14 years old.
Act One: Eternally Yours
I'm falling. Somehow I've known that for a while now, but only until one sees the hard, rocky and very solid ground rising up to meet them do they accept their fate. My wings feel as though they were about to be ripped off, and indeed I wouldn't be too surprised if they did. Heaven doesn't want me anymore, so the people in charge simply decided to pull a lever and Kenchitoru, me, was falling at a breakneck speed. But maybe that was okay. I mean, maybe it's better to fall than to endure the rules and regulations of Heaven. I can now see the land well enough to mark out vividly where the sharp pointy rocks are. The silver cross that hangs round my neck is swinging wildly, as if screaming out in contestation. I agree with it. Silvery feathers are coming out quick as we continue our journey ever downwards.
Then... Contact is made.
It had been three days since Takeru had run away to the Digital World. He had grown sick and tired of people pushing him around, especially his Math Tutor, Izzy. Deep down, Takeru knew that Izzy had his heart in the right place, but whenever Izzy tried to correct him, it always sounded malicious. Something was wrong with him, he knew that much. I mean, who could mistake Izzy for such an evil being. So here Takeru was to correct that wrongness in him.
Everything in the Digital World was the same since the last time was here, which was about three months ago, when the DigiDestined had finally conquered over the Kaiser, but at a terrible price. The Kaiser was a normal boy like them, however evilly tainted he was, no soul was beyond repair. But somehow, the Kaiser did not believe that way. He had gone down with his base and Kimeramon, along with his faithful digimon Wormmon. He would have been another DigiDestined ally, and a powerful one at that. Yet, Ken could not accept that fate, and so he died.
Takeru remembered the next few hours of guilt trips the DigiDestined had. None of them had ever killed a human being before, and now they all had blood on their hands. Davis had even tried to kill himself because of it all, but even so, his reasons were still a bit vague. And now Takeru was here, wallowing in self-pride and hatred.
And that's when he saw it. At first it appeared to be a large bird, but then he saw flailing arms and legs that kicked out as if he were protesting something evil. It was human, a young man of about 16 years. He had chin length indigo hair and his eye color was too far away to notice. But this wasn't any ordinary teenage boy; this was an angel, with brilliant silver wings. However, this angel was falling, and falling fast.
Takeru watched the angel plummet closer and closer to the land of the Digital world, somewhat stunned by the sight. When the angel came in contact with the ground, a sickening crunch was heard. Takeru was sure every bone in that angel's body was now broken, most likely beyond repair. Silently, as though approaching a corpse that lay within a coffin at a funeral, Takeru walked to the large pile of rock upon which the angel was sacrificed.
The angel was a bloody mess, but at least his body parts were still attached to one another. His glorious wings had now become a night black color, signifying his rank as an outcast of the Angel Harem of the Lord God. His chest was completely bare, save for the silver cross that hung around his neck and had now rested upon his navel. His pale skin and figure showed that he had been of an Asian descent. The only clothing he wore was a pair of battered, baggy, hip hop pants that gangsters in the US were wearing these days. Blood had seeped through everything, and long gashes and cuts were everywhere. The angel made no move to get up, and so he looked dead.
Takeru nodded to himself as though making a quick decision, and moved forward to the fallen angel, scooping him up in his arms. The angel was beautiful, and so Takeru would care for him. Without thinking, Takeru took this angel back to his cave.
When Kenchitoru awoke, he was very surprised to find himself next to a crackling.... ? Whatever it was, it sure was bright and shiny and very orangey in color. As he sat up, the angel took in his position. He was next to this hot red thing, with logs underneath it, and he was covered in something very warm, probably a blanket. He appeared to be in a cave, which was pretty bare of items except for a colorful sack and some blankets. Curiously, Kenchitoru turned his attention to the crackling thing next to him, and moved to touch it.
"Hey! Don't touch that! You'll burn yourself!" Takeru warned from the mouth of the cave, running in to pull his hand away. As soon as his hand was yanked away, the angel looked up at his hand's captor. He had spiky blonde hair and dominant blue eyes. Takeru looked down at the angel before sitting down next to him.
"What's your name?" Takeru asked nervously, unused to Ken's vivid stare.
"Kenchitoru. What is your name?" the angel asked, peering at Takeru strange garments. Takeru giggled softly as the beautiful angel poked at his clothes and pulled them this way and that, looking like a kitten fresh from birth.
"Takeru..." Takeru lost his voice suddenly, and became lost in Kenchitoru's mysterious black eyes. They were... so... familiar. Kenchitoru was still investigating Takeru's clothing, when it dawned on Takeru. Kenchitoru was Ken Inchijoji, the former Digimon Kaiser.
With this new discovery, Takeru mind began to work through a new plan, an evil grin forming on his face.
With the help of a very handy first aid kit, Takeru had managed to bandage and save Kenchitoru, or Ken's, life. With each passing moment, Ken had grown more and more afraid, though what of was still to be found out about. However, Takeru had a very good idea of what it was. Patamon had once told him that a way for someone to be granted a wish was to break an angel's fall. Ken was supposed to fall from Heaven and die, but Takeru had kept Ken from dying. Now Ken was in debt to him, which was not such a bad thing. There were a million things that Takeru could want, but that Ken would never be able to give. The only wish that Ken could grant was love.
Ever since the fateful day that Ken had died, everybody seemed to pay more attention to something or somebody else. Nobody had any time for him, and his last resort, Kari, even stopped seeing him.
It was as though everybody had gone on vacation and left Takeru behind.
But now, things could change. If he made Ken his slave, he would have someone who would eternally love him and someone who would never be able to back out on him. This urgent need for love had made him weary, and now Takeru had a chance to solve his problem. If Takeru had not been at such a breaking point, he would have realized how wrong this was.
" I thank you, Takeru-sama. It was very kind of you to help me, and indeed, I owe you one. I hope to see you around sometime, but I cannot stay. I must go now. I thank you so much for what you have done for me," Kenchitoru (Ken) said, bowing lowly, before turning away and walking to the entrance of the cave.
"Kenchitoru! Wait!" Takeru called after him, running to catch up. Kenchitoru was at the edge of the cave now, the pale moonlight covering his skin.
"Yes?" Ken asked, turning around to face his savior.
"Can I take you up on your offer? You know, how you owe me one?" Takeru demanded lightly.
"Of course. What do you wish me to do?" Kenchitoru inquired, twisting his head this way and that.
"Be mine," Takeru said huskily and pressed Kenchitoru against the cave wall. If Kenchitoru's wings had been out, they would have been crushed from the weight.
"Wha...What do you mean?" the angel in debt asked, eyes widening.
"This," Takeru whispered and placed a soft kiss on the angel's trembling lips. Kenchitoru's eyes widened further when he realized what this boy wanted. He wanted Kenchitoru to be his slave... his bed slave at that. This boy couldn't possibly know what he was doing! If this was what Takeru really wanted, then Kenchitoru would have no choice but to obey. Soft, silent tears rose in his eyes as he realized his fate.
"No... please don't! You can't possibly know what you're doing!" Kenchitoru protested, but it was too late.
"I know exactly what I'm doing. It's called the curse of the Angel, right? I saved you, so you owe me one wish. I wish for you to be mine, in soul, heart, mind and body," Takeru murmured, drawing his angel in for another kiss. A slight whimper came from Kenchitoru's lips as he felt the cosmic laws give in to the boy's request with a big smile, marking Ken with Takeru's symbol, signifying that he was eternally Takeru's.
"No..."
+can i continue?+
Samsara
A.N: This fic is AU, meaning it doesn't follow the proper Digimon timeline, so it is also TWT. There is yaoi and tons of it (Kenkeru/Taken, Kensuke/Daiken and maybe some Taito)! Heehee! Also, this does contain your basic Samsaran Fluff ::winks::, meaning there is all the good stuff: Rape, abuse, drugs, suicide, messed up mythology etc. This is mainly from Ken's POV, but //...\\ are thoughts and /...\ are song lyrics. I also *happen* to not own Digimon, so you cannot sue! :P Um... flames will be sent to my pyromaniac bud Lucy. Also, the elder DD are 18, the younger DD are 16 and Iori is 14 years old.
Act One: Eternally Yours
I'm falling. Somehow I've known that for a while now, but only until one sees the hard, rocky and very solid ground rising up to meet them do they accept their fate. My wings feel as though they were about to be ripped off, and indeed I wouldn't be too surprised if they did. Heaven doesn't want me anymore, so the people in charge simply decided to pull a lever and Kenchitoru, me, was falling at a breakneck speed. But maybe that was okay. I mean, maybe it's better to fall than to endure the rules and regulations of Heaven. I can now see the land well enough to mark out vividly where the sharp pointy rocks are. The silver cross that hangs round my neck is swinging wildly, as if screaming out in contestation. I agree with it. Silvery feathers are coming out quick as we continue our journey ever downwards.
Then... Contact is made.
It had been three days since Takeru had run away to the Digital World. He had grown sick and tired of people pushing him around, especially his Math Tutor, Izzy. Deep down, Takeru knew that Izzy had his heart in the right place, but whenever Izzy tried to correct him, it always sounded malicious. Something was wrong with him, he knew that much. I mean, who could mistake Izzy for such an evil being. So here Takeru was to correct that wrongness in him.
Everything in the Digital World was the same since the last time was here, which was about three months ago, when the DigiDestined had finally conquered over the Kaiser, but at a terrible price. The Kaiser was a normal boy like them, however evilly tainted he was, no soul was beyond repair. But somehow, the Kaiser did not believe that way. He had gone down with his base and Kimeramon, along with his faithful digimon Wormmon. He would have been another DigiDestined ally, and a powerful one at that. Yet, Ken could not accept that fate, and so he died.
Takeru remembered the next few hours of guilt trips the DigiDestined had. None of them had ever killed a human being before, and now they all had blood on their hands. Davis had even tried to kill himself because of it all, but even so, his reasons were still a bit vague. And now Takeru was here, wallowing in self-pride and hatred.
And that's when he saw it. At first it appeared to be a large bird, but then he saw flailing arms and legs that kicked out as if he were protesting something evil. It was human, a young man of about 16 years. He had chin length indigo hair and his eye color was too far away to notice. But this wasn't any ordinary teenage boy; this was an angel, with brilliant silver wings. However, this angel was falling, and falling fast.
Takeru watched the angel plummet closer and closer to the land of the Digital world, somewhat stunned by the sight. When the angel came in contact with the ground, a sickening crunch was heard. Takeru was sure every bone in that angel's body was now broken, most likely beyond repair. Silently, as though approaching a corpse that lay within a coffin at a funeral, Takeru walked to the large pile of rock upon which the angel was sacrificed.
The angel was a bloody mess, but at least his body parts were still attached to one another. His glorious wings had now become a night black color, signifying his rank as an outcast of the Angel Harem of the Lord God. His chest was completely bare, save for the silver cross that hung around his neck and had now rested upon his navel. His pale skin and figure showed that he had been of an Asian descent. The only clothing he wore was a pair of battered, baggy, hip hop pants that gangsters in the US were wearing these days. Blood had seeped through everything, and long gashes and cuts were everywhere. The angel made no move to get up, and so he looked dead.
Takeru nodded to himself as though making a quick decision, and moved forward to the fallen angel, scooping him up in his arms. The angel was beautiful, and so Takeru would care for him. Without thinking, Takeru took this angel back to his cave.
When Kenchitoru awoke, he was very surprised to find himself next to a crackling.... ? Whatever it was, it sure was bright and shiny and very orangey in color. As he sat up, the angel took in his position. He was next to this hot red thing, with logs underneath it, and he was covered in something very warm, probably a blanket. He appeared to be in a cave, which was pretty bare of items except for a colorful sack and some blankets. Curiously, Kenchitoru turned his attention to the crackling thing next to him, and moved to touch it.
"Hey! Don't touch that! You'll burn yourself!" Takeru warned from the mouth of the cave, running in to pull his hand away. As soon as his hand was yanked away, the angel looked up at his hand's captor. He had spiky blonde hair and dominant blue eyes. Takeru looked down at the angel before sitting down next to him.
"What's your name?" Takeru asked nervously, unused to Ken's vivid stare.
"Kenchitoru. What is your name?" the angel asked, peering at Takeru strange garments. Takeru giggled softly as the beautiful angel poked at his clothes and pulled them this way and that, looking like a kitten fresh from birth.
"Takeru..." Takeru lost his voice suddenly, and became lost in Kenchitoru's mysterious black eyes. They were... so... familiar. Kenchitoru was still investigating Takeru's clothing, when it dawned on Takeru. Kenchitoru was Ken Inchijoji, the former Digimon Kaiser.
With this new discovery, Takeru mind began to work through a new plan, an evil grin forming on his face.
With the help of a very handy first aid kit, Takeru had managed to bandage and save Kenchitoru, or Ken's, life. With each passing moment, Ken had grown more and more afraid, though what of was still to be found out about. However, Takeru had a very good idea of what it was. Patamon had once told him that a way for someone to be granted a wish was to break an angel's fall. Ken was supposed to fall from Heaven and die, but Takeru had kept Ken from dying. Now Ken was in debt to him, which was not such a bad thing. There were a million things that Takeru could want, but that Ken would never be able to give. The only wish that Ken could grant was love.
Ever since the fateful day that Ken had died, everybody seemed to pay more attention to something or somebody else. Nobody had any time for him, and his last resort, Kari, even stopped seeing him.
It was as though everybody had gone on vacation and left Takeru behind.
But now, things could change. If he made Ken his slave, he would have someone who would eternally love him and someone who would never be able to back out on him. This urgent need for love had made him weary, and now Takeru had a chance to solve his problem. If Takeru had not been at such a breaking point, he would have realized how wrong this was.
" I thank you, Takeru-sama. It was very kind of you to help me, and indeed, I owe you one. I hope to see you around sometime, but I cannot stay. I must go now. I thank you so much for what you have done for me," Kenchitoru (Ken) said, bowing lowly, before turning away and walking to the entrance of the cave.
"Kenchitoru! Wait!" Takeru called after him, running to catch up. Kenchitoru was at the edge of the cave now, the pale moonlight covering his skin.
"Yes?" Ken asked, turning around to face his savior.
"Can I take you up on your offer? You know, how you owe me one?" Takeru demanded lightly.
"Of course. What do you wish me to do?" Kenchitoru inquired, twisting his head this way and that.
"Be mine," Takeru said huskily and pressed Kenchitoru against the cave wall. If Kenchitoru's wings had been out, they would have been crushed from the weight.
"Wha...What do you mean?" the angel in debt asked, eyes widening.
"This," Takeru whispered and placed a soft kiss on the angel's trembling lips. Kenchitoru's eyes widened further when he realized what this boy wanted. He wanted Kenchitoru to be his slave... his bed slave at that. This boy couldn't possibly know what he was doing! If this was what Takeru really wanted, then Kenchitoru would have no choice but to obey. Soft, silent tears rose in his eyes as he realized his fate.
"No... please don't! You can't possibly know what you're doing!" Kenchitoru protested, but it was too late.
"I know exactly what I'm doing. It's called the curse of the Angel, right? I saved you, so you owe me one wish. I wish for you to be mine, in soul, heart, mind and body," Takeru murmured, drawing his angel in for another kiss. A slight whimper came from Kenchitoru's lips as he felt the cosmic laws give in to the boy's request with a big smile, marking Ken with Takeru's symbol, signifying that he was eternally Takeru's.
"No..."
+can i continue?+
