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Shi-chan: Thanks for the reviews, everybody--this story seems to be going along very well!
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
Part 6
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Friend," (AiM) from Digimon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'll be going away for Easter vacation, so I'll be working on this story and 'Switch,' when I get back around the end of April. Thanks for your patience! This chapter's extra long too!
Warnings: Shounen-ai; it's Kensuke...and Kekaizer...eh heh heh...
"Are we going to the Digital World, Ken-chan?" Wormmon asked hopefully.
"Sure. Just let me leave a note for Dai and Chibimon." Ken pried his Jogress partner's D-Terminal out of the blue Digimon's clutches and Wormmon typed in a note for the sleeping pair while Ken locked the door to prevent his parent's walking in on their guests. Wormmon stuck the small computer back in Chibimon's clutches just as Ken picked him up and held his D-3 out to the computer. "Let's just hope this works..."
The tiny device flashed and Ken and Wormmon were drawn into the Digital World, Ken pausing just long enough to grab a last look at Daisuke. "We'll be back soon..."
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"We made it," Ken breathed. "I was worried..."
Wormmon, now seated at Ken's feet, nodded happily. "I wonder where that other Digivice came from...ne, Ken-chan?"
"No idea," Ken replied. "Well, now that we're here, we'll make sure you can still become Stingmon." Once more he held the D-3 in his left hand and held it out to his partner. "Go for it!"
"Wormmon! Shinka!..." A burst of pink light emitted from the device and Wormmon gathered energy. But...Ken furrowed his brow and inspected the D-3, holding it at arm's length. The rose-colored glow that had once poured from the device was streaked with a purplish tint, something that worried Ken. It had never done that before.
Suddenly the D-3 erupted in the odd purple glow, throwing both Ken and Wormmon roughly to the ground. "Itaiii!"
Ken propped himself up on his elbows as the smoke cleared, still seeing spots dancing in front of his eyes. "What happened?"
Wormmon did not answer--Ken hoped he hadn't been hurt. The green Digmon was lying on his side a few feet away. "Wormmon? You okay?" Ken cursed under his breath and staggered to his feet, fumbing around in the grass for his D-3. Then again, he realized as his hands found the smooth object, maybe he shouldn't touch it since it had reacted so violently before.
Too late. Ken gingerly held the Digivice in his left hand for a moment before even realizing that it wasn't his Digivice at all. This D-3 was a pastel purple and white, stark contrast to his black-and-grey D-3. Ken blinked. Where had this thing come from?
Remembering his partner, Ken clutched the object tightly and stumbled to Wormmon's side. He gathered the insect into his arms. "Wormmon? Wake up! Wormmon!"
The purple D-3 began throwing off pinkish light, and Ken dropped it right away. It didn't seem as explosive as the other, however. On closer inspection, Ken noted the symbol of the Crest of Kindness glowing on the digital screen. "My crest...?"
The glow transferred itelf from the new D-3 into Wormmon, still limp in Ken's arms. The little insect heaved a contented sigh and relaxed, eyes still tightly shut. His breathing became deep and even.
//He's sleeping,// Ken realized. //The pink light made him sleep. What just happened?//
Ken plucked the Digivice from the grass and stared at the crest on the tiny screen. //What does this mean?//
Something clicked in the back of Ken's head. //What happened to my dark D-3?//
Lowering his sleeping Digimon to the ground, Ken ran his fingers through the grass, looking for the missing device. It wasn't in the scarred patch of grass where he'd dropped it, nor near where Wormmon had fallen. It wasn't *anywhere* in the clearing. Slowly, Ken raised the purple D-3 and set it--the screen indicated that there were no other Digidestined in the area. No other Digivices.
Ken didn't want to let himself beleive it. Could *this* be his D-3? It held the image of his crest, after all, and had appeared before him. "It's..."
"It shows you've turned into a goody-two-shoes, Ken-chan." sneered a voice from behind him. "All pureness and light and Kindness, ne?"
Ken whirled to face the intruder. "W-what?"
"That's right, little one." the voice purred, and the owner stepped forward out of a shadowy portal. "You're not dreaming--it seems your heart has turned pure in the time you've been away from me. It is I who holds the Dark D-3 now."
Ken's mouth dropped open. "Kai-Kaizer?"
The other boy, clad in a purple and black bodysuit and an insect wing-shaped cloak, sneered at Ken. "Brilliant dedection, genius."
"That's not possible," Ken asserted, but his fists still clenched tightly. "You're me. What I used to be. This must be some kind of a test."
The Kaizer blinked, his dark glasses almost hiding the movement altogether. "What makes you say that?"
Ken's grip tightened around the lavender-and-white D-3. "Because I'm not like that. Not anymore. The powers of darkness can't touch me now."
"Oh, really." The Kaizer strode forward, but Ken stood his ground. He wasn't afraid of this...whatever-he-was. "Seems you've gained some courage while you were gone, Ken-chan."
Ken refused to let the Kaizer see his anger. "Perhaps."
The Kaizer closed the rest of the distance between them, stopping when his face was mere inches from Ken's. Ken glared stonily; the Kaizer merely stared at him with curiosity. The tinted glasses barely hid the dark indigo eyes behind the glassesand Ken found himself staring into those eyes. The Kaizer leaned a little closer. "What's wrong, Ken-chan? Paralyzed? Fear?"
Ken couldn't explain it. There was something....something about those *eyes*...he couldn't tear away his gaze. They were captivating. Deep.
Dangerous...
Ken couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. And suddenly there was no gap between him and his dark-side counterpart anymore, their lips met, and their was a salty taste in Ken's mouth, as though he had bitten his lip and blood had been spilled. Hypnosis. He couldn't look away. The Kaizer leaned into him, kissing him roughly and trailing sharp nails up and down Ken's back. Time stood still.
The D-3 exploded in Ken's hand.
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Ken gasped in shock as the cleansing pink light burst from the device and threw both boys forcefully into the grass; Ken breathing hard and clawing at his throat, the Kaizer looking more than slightly disappointed. The pink glow faded as Ken picked himself up off the ground.
"So...you're better than I thought, Ken-chan. I thought getting you would be simple for one such as me. I mean, you. I *am* you, you know."
Ken took a deep breath and folded his arms across his chest. "What do you want from me?"
"I want *you,* little one." The other boy took a step foward, but Ken countered by taking a step back. "And you know you want me too. My power. Your desire. Ken-chan...what's happened to you? You're not the man you were before."
"No." Ken agreed.
"Fortunately," the Kaizer breathed, "that makes me want you even more."
"You're sick." Ken argued. "Some stupid figment of my imagination. You think I'm that dumb? I may not be a genius anymore, but I know trouble when I see it." He turned his back defiantly and walked away, intending to check on Wormmon.
"Ah, ah, ah..." The ice in the other's voice stopped Ken in his tracks. "I'm easily sway, Ken-chan...what do you think of that Motomiya boy? If you won't be my soul mate, maybe *he* will..."
"Leave Daisuke out of this," Ken growled, stooping to pick up his Digimon. "You can't touch him here, you're not real, and I'm not hanging around so you can convince me otherwise. Good-bye, Kaizer. Let this be the last time we ever meet."
"Oh, Ken-chan..." the Kaizer replied in a sing-song voice. "Forgetting something?"
Ken turned hesitantly to look at the cloaked figure. The Kaizer was absently tossing the Dark D-3 into the air and catching it again. "What's that?"
"Isn't this yours?" he questioned, holding the Digivice out as an offering. Confused, Ken eyed the Dark D-3 and the amethyst-hued one in his hand.
"I..." Ken bit his lip. The Kaizer had been lying incessantly for ten minutes. Did that mean that the Digivice he held was a fake too?
Cautiously the Kaizer began to approach him again, and Ken knew there was only one way to find out. Closing his eyes in silent prayer he opened the Gate and let himself be sucked in.
"Nice try, Ichijouji." When Ken looked up he was back in his room, sprawled out on the floor. Daisuke stood over him and held out a hand to assist him.
"What...just happened?" Ken blurted, looking frantically around for Wormmon. The insect Digimon was curled up near his foor, the purple D-3 lying nearby. "We made it."
"Not quite, Ken-chan." Daisuke took each of Ken's hands in his and stared into his eyes. "Why did you run away?"
"What?" Ken asked in confusion. "Run away? Dai, we left you a note..." Ken looked at the bunk where he'd left the D-Terminal. The ball of blue that was Chibimon still clutched it tightly, nestled against a large lump under the covers. There was someone still sleeping in the bed, Ken realized. "We..." he trailed off, turning his attention back to Daisuke. "Dai...did you just call me Ken-chan?"
On the bed, the third human occupant of the room turned over and hid his head under the pillow. What was with all the yelling and flashing lights? Didn't they know he was trying to sleep?
"So I did," Daisuke murmured, pulling Ken a little closer. "Why?"
Ken's face hardened; there was something very wrong here. He stepped forward a bit and caught Daisuke's gaze, staring into his friend's eyes.
The indigo orbs shone brightly at Ken's unasked question. Purple.
They were *purple.*
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Ken: I...tai...
Kuri: Psycological warfare, it doesn't get any better than this!
Jei & Zippo: KENKAIZER!?!? THAT IS JUST *WRONG!*
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Shi-chan: Thanks for the reviews, everybody--this story seems to be going along very well!
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
Part 6
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Friend," (AiM) from Digimon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'll be going away for Easter vacation, so I'll be working on this story and 'Switch,' when I get back around the end of April. Thanks for your patience! This chapter's extra long too!
Warnings: Shounen-ai; it's Kensuke...and Kekaizer...eh heh heh...
"Are we going to the Digital World, Ken-chan?" Wormmon asked hopefully.
"Sure. Just let me leave a note for Dai and Chibimon." Ken pried his Jogress partner's D-Terminal out of the blue Digimon's clutches and Wormmon typed in a note for the sleeping pair while Ken locked the door to prevent his parent's walking in on their guests. Wormmon stuck the small computer back in Chibimon's clutches just as Ken picked him up and held his D-3 out to the computer. "Let's just hope this works..."
The tiny device flashed and Ken and Wormmon were drawn into the Digital World, Ken pausing just long enough to grab a last look at Daisuke. "We'll be back soon..."
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"We made it," Ken breathed. "I was worried..."
Wormmon, now seated at Ken's feet, nodded happily. "I wonder where that other Digivice came from...ne, Ken-chan?"
"No idea," Ken replied. "Well, now that we're here, we'll make sure you can still become Stingmon." Once more he held the D-3 in his left hand and held it out to his partner. "Go for it!"
"Wormmon! Shinka!..." A burst of pink light emitted from the device and Wormmon gathered energy. But...Ken furrowed his brow and inspected the D-3, holding it at arm's length. The rose-colored glow that had once poured from the device was streaked with a purplish tint, something that worried Ken. It had never done that before.
Suddenly the D-3 erupted in the odd purple glow, throwing both Ken and Wormmon roughly to the ground. "Itaiii!"
Ken propped himself up on his elbows as the smoke cleared, still seeing spots dancing in front of his eyes. "What happened?"
Wormmon did not answer--Ken hoped he hadn't been hurt. The green Digmon was lying on his side a few feet away. "Wormmon? You okay?" Ken cursed under his breath and staggered to his feet, fumbing around in the grass for his D-3. Then again, he realized as his hands found the smooth object, maybe he shouldn't touch it since it had reacted so violently before.
Too late. Ken gingerly held the Digivice in his left hand for a moment before even realizing that it wasn't his Digivice at all. This D-3 was a pastel purple and white, stark contrast to his black-and-grey D-3. Ken blinked. Where had this thing come from?
Remembering his partner, Ken clutched the object tightly and stumbled to Wormmon's side. He gathered the insect into his arms. "Wormmon? Wake up! Wormmon!"
The purple D-3 began throwing off pinkish light, and Ken dropped it right away. It didn't seem as explosive as the other, however. On closer inspection, Ken noted the symbol of the Crest of Kindness glowing on the digital screen. "My crest...?"
The glow transferred itelf from the new D-3 into Wormmon, still limp in Ken's arms. The little insect heaved a contented sigh and relaxed, eyes still tightly shut. His breathing became deep and even.
//He's sleeping,// Ken realized. //The pink light made him sleep. What just happened?//
Ken plucked the Digivice from the grass and stared at the crest on the tiny screen. //What does this mean?//
Something clicked in the back of Ken's head. //What happened to my dark D-3?//
Lowering his sleeping Digimon to the ground, Ken ran his fingers through the grass, looking for the missing device. It wasn't in the scarred patch of grass where he'd dropped it, nor near where Wormmon had fallen. It wasn't *anywhere* in the clearing. Slowly, Ken raised the purple D-3 and set it--the screen indicated that there were no other Digidestined in the area. No other Digivices.
Ken didn't want to let himself beleive it. Could *this* be his D-3? It held the image of his crest, after all, and had appeared before him. "It's..."
"It shows you've turned into a goody-two-shoes, Ken-chan." sneered a voice from behind him. "All pureness and light and Kindness, ne?"
Ken whirled to face the intruder. "W-what?"
"That's right, little one." the voice purred, and the owner stepped forward out of a shadowy portal. "You're not dreaming--it seems your heart has turned pure in the time you've been away from me. It is I who holds the Dark D-3 now."
Ken's mouth dropped open. "Kai-Kaizer?"
The other boy, clad in a purple and black bodysuit and an insect wing-shaped cloak, sneered at Ken. "Brilliant dedection, genius."
"That's not possible," Ken asserted, but his fists still clenched tightly. "You're me. What I used to be. This must be some kind of a test."
The Kaizer blinked, his dark glasses almost hiding the movement altogether. "What makes you say that?"
Ken's grip tightened around the lavender-and-white D-3. "Because I'm not like that. Not anymore. The powers of darkness can't touch me now."
"Oh, really." The Kaizer strode forward, but Ken stood his ground. He wasn't afraid of this...whatever-he-was. "Seems you've gained some courage while you were gone, Ken-chan."
Ken refused to let the Kaizer see his anger. "Perhaps."
The Kaizer closed the rest of the distance between them, stopping when his face was mere inches from Ken's. Ken glared stonily; the Kaizer merely stared at him with curiosity. The tinted glasses barely hid the dark indigo eyes behind the glassesand Ken found himself staring into those eyes. The Kaizer leaned a little closer. "What's wrong, Ken-chan? Paralyzed? Fear?"
Ken couldn't explain it. There was something....something about those *eyes*...he couldn't tear away his gaze. They were captivating. Deep.
Dangerous...
Ken couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. And suddenly there was no gap between him and his dark-side counterpart anymore, their lips met, and their was a salty taste in Ken's mouth, as though he had bitten his lip and blood had been spilled. Hypnosis. He couldn't look away. The Kaizer leaned into him, kissing him roughly and trailing sharp nails up and down Ken's back. Time stood still.
The D-3 exploded in Ken's hand.
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Ken gasped in shock as the cleansing pink light burst from the device and threw both boys forcefully into the grass; Ken breathing hard and clawing at his throat, the Kaizer looking more than slightly disappointed. The pink glow faded as Ken picked himself up off the ground.
"So...you're better than I thought, Ken-chan. I thought getting you would be simple for one such as me. I mean, you. I *am* you, you know."
Ken took a deep breath and folded his arms across his chest. "What do you want from me?"
"I want *you,* little one." The other boy took a step foward, but Ken countered by taking a step back. "And you know you want me too. My power. Your desire. Ken-chan...what's happened to you? You're not the man you were before."
"No." Ken agreed.
"Fortunately," the Kaizer breathed, "that makes me want you even more."
"You're sick." Ken argued. "Some stupid figment of my imagination. You think I'm that dumb? I may not be a genius anymore, but I know trouble when I see it." He turned his back defiantly and walked away, intending to check on Wormmon.
"Ah, ah, ah..." The ice in the other's voice stopped Ken in his tracks. "I'm easily sway, Ken-chan...what do you think of that Motomiya boy? If you won't be my soul mate, maybe *he* will..."
"Leave Daisuke out of this," Ken growled, stooping to pick up his Digimon. "You can't touch him here, you're not real, and I'm not hanging around so you can convince me otherwise. Good-bye, Kaizer. Let this be the last time we ever meet."
"Oh, Ken-chan..." the Kaizer replied in a sing-song voice. "Forgetting something?"
Ken turned hesitantly to look at the cloaked figure. The Kaizer was absently tossing the Dark D-3 into the air and catching it again. "What's that?"
"Isn't this yours?" he questioned, holding the Digivice out as an offering. Confused, Ken eyed the Dark D-3 and the amethyst-hued one in his hand.
"I..." Ken bit his lip. The Kaizer had been lying incessantly for ten minutes. Did that mean that the Digivice he held was a fake too?
Cautiously the Kaizer began to approach him again, and Ken knew there was only one way to find out. Closing his eyes in silent prayer he opened the Gate and let himself be sucked in.
"Nice try, Ichijouji." When Ken looked up he was back in his room, sprawled out on the floor. Daisuke stood over him and held out a hand to assist him.
"What...just happened?" Ken blurted, looking frantically around for Wormmon. The insect Digimon was curled up near his foor, the purple D-3 lying nearby. "We made it."
"Not quite, Ken-chan." Daisuke took each of Ken's hands in his and stared into his eyes. "Why did you run away?"
"What?" Ken asked in confusion. "Run away? Dai, we left you a note..." Ken looked at the bunk where he'd left the D-Terminal. The ball of blue that was Chibimon still clutched it tightly, nestled against a large lump under the covers. There was someone still sleeping in the bed, Ken realized. "We..." he trailed off, turning his attention back to Daisuke. "Dai...did you just call me Ken-chan?"
On the bed, the third human occupant of the room turned over and hid his head under the pillow. What was with all the yelling and flashing lights? Didn't they know he was trying to sleep?
"So I did," Daisuke murmured, pulling Ken a little closer. "Why?"
Ken's face hardened; there was something very wrong here. He stepped forward a bit and caught Daisuke's gaze, staring into his friend's eyes.
The indigo orbs shone brightly at Ken's unasked question. Purple.
They were *purple.*
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Ken: I...tai...
Kuri: Psycological warfare, it doesn't get any better than this!
Jei & Zippo: KENKAIZER!?!? THAT IS JUST *WRONG!*
