Digimon belongs to Toei! It's not mine!
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Shi-chan: Wrote this on an insomniac night in Toronto. Enjoy!
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
Part 8
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Open Mind," (Koushirou) from Digimon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my regular Gundam Wing readers (I know you exist!) I've started a sequel to Death Becomes Him. Find it in my profile under that name if you're interested. Ja ne!
Warnings: Shounen-ai; it's Kensuke...and Kekaizer...eh heh heh...
"ken-chan, oh Ken-chaaaaan!"
"Itai..." Ken put a hand to his aching head and tried to blink away the spots in front of his eyes. His pulse throbbed under his fingers.
Ken raised his head to find himself looking in a mirror. "What the..." He touched the glass and his image did the same. //How did I get here?//
The ground suddenly shifted under Ken's folded legs, and he started in surprise. He was nestled two or three inches in white sand that seemed to pull him in like a whirlpool every time he made a move. //It's like quicksand.//
Ken decided then and there that moving was a *bad* idea.
Carefully he craned his neck to observe his surroundings. He was in a specious room that contained a king-sized bed, a wall of computer screens, and not much else. More immediately, he was in some sort of glass cylinder, that might be suspended from the ceiling since he was several feet off the ground. //Odd.//
Ken turned his attention back to the mirrored side of the cylinder, where his reflection stared analytically at him and moved in time with himself. But something was out of place with the picture--he was dressed in his grey school uniform when earlier that day he had worn only the collared dress shirt underneath, and there was a set of yellow sunglasses perched on top of his head. Ken blinked in surprise. The glasses were tinted purple, like the Digimon Kaizer's. He reached up to touch them, but his fingers encountered nothing. His reflection, however, removed the glasses from his indigo-hued hair and stared at them, breaking Ken's shocked gaze.
Finally the other Ken held the sunglasses up and turned his head toward the computer screen for a moment before extending his hand toward Ken. Hesitantly Ken reached out, his fingers passing right through the mirror, and took the offered item, staring curiously before looking back at the doppelganger. "What's going on here?"
"I thought you knew," the other Ken answered. "that I ask the questions. Not you, Ken-chan."
Ken gasped and reached out for his double, but his gloved fingers encountered an almost invisible wall of glass. He gasped in shock--already he could see the faint image before him--his prison wasn't a mirror at all, just the other Ken copying his movements outside the glass. And there was only one person who the other Ken could be.
"Kaizer?" Dimly Ken wondered what had happened. He reached up to touch his hair, encountering stiff purple spikes. He shuddered.
"Oh, come on, Ken-chan, don't be so hard on yourself!" the other Ken soothed. "Soon it'll be all over. Things will be back to normal. You'll see!"
In his panic, Ken's booted foot had already slipped up to the knee in sand, and Ken found that he couldn't seem to pull it out without slipping furthur in. He tried to steady his voice. "Are you the Kaizer?"
"I was," his double replied with a sardonic twinkle in his icy eyes. "But now I'm Ken. Ichijouji Ken. *You're* the Digimon Kaizer."
"*What?*" Ken's stomach turned to ice.
The real Kaizer shrugged. "just look at yourself. You're too tainted to be anything but the Digimon Kaizer. You've reverted back to your old self."
"...Reverted? That's not true!" Ken shouted, pounding his fists against the glass. "I left all that behind me!"
The former Kaizer grinned. "Whatever you say...now, if you'll excuse me, I have some buisness to take care of. I have a life in the real world too, you know." He hit a switch on a panel below the video screens, bringing one of them to life. "You can watch if you like. You'll have nothing better to do I'm sure."
"What!?" Ken cried, horrified.
"Is that all you can say?" the Kaizer-turned-Ken wondered aloud.
"Are we in the digital world?"
"I swear, Ichijouji, what happened to your being a genius?" the Kaizer shook his head in chagrin. Sighing heavily, he unhooked the dark D-3 from his belt and gave Ken a wink as he opened the gate to the real world. "Bye, Kaizer. Ken-chan. Whoever you are."
"Wait!" Ken cried. "Don't go! What's going on here?" Already he was sinking deeper into the sand, the white grains slipped around his legs like a living shroud. Ken beat his fists vainly against his prison, tears spilling from his indigo eyes.
"Your sadness will be the color of the sandglass..."
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Shi-chan: More soon!
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Shi-chan: Wrote this on an insomniac night in Toronto. Enjoy!
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
Part 8
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Open Mind," (Koushirou) from Digimon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my regular Gundam Wing readers (I know you exist!) I've started a sequel to Death Becomes Him. Find it in my profile under that name if you're interested. Ja ne!
Warnings: Shounen-ai; it's Kensuke...and Kekaizer...eh heh heh...
"ken-chan, oh Ken-chaaaaan!"
"Itai..." Ken put a hand to his aching head and tried to blink away the spots in front of his eyes. His pulse throbbed under his fingers.
Ken raised his head to find himself looking in a mirror. "What the..." He touched the glass and his image did the same. //How did I get here?//
The ground suddenly shifted under Ken's folded legs, and he started in surprise. He was nestled two or three inches in white sand that seemed to pull him in like a whirlpool every time he made a move. //It's like quicksand.//
Ken decided then and there that moving was a *bad* idea.
Carefully he craned his neck to observe his surroundings. He was in a specious room that contained a king-sized bed, a wall of computer screens, and not much else. More immediately, he was in some sort of glass cylinder, that might be suspended from the ceiling since he was several feet off the ground. //Odd.//
Ken turned his attention back to the mirrored side of the cylinder, where his reflection stared analytically at him and moved in time with himself. But something was out of place with the picture--he was dressed in his grey school uniform when earlier that day he had worn only the collared dress shirt underneath, and there was a set of yellow sunglasses perched on top of his head. Ken blinked in surprise. The glasses were tinted purple, like the Digimon Kaizer's. He reached up to touch them, but his fingers encountered nothing. His reflection, however, removed the glasses from his indigo-hued hair and stared at them, breaking Ken's shocked gaze.
Finally the other Ken held the sunglasses up and turned his head toward the computer screen for a moment before extending his hand toward Ken. Hesitantly Ken reached out, his fingers passing right through the mirror, and took the offered item, staring curiously before looking back at the doppelganger. "What's going on here?"
"I thought you knew," the other Ken answered. "that I ask the questions. Not you, Ken-chan."
Ken gasped and reached out for his double, but his gloved fingers encountered an almost invisible wall of glass. He gasped in shock--already he could see the faint image before him--his prison wasn't a mirror at all, just the other Ken copying his movements outside the glass. And there was only one person who the other Ken could be.
"Kaizer?" Dimly Ken wondered what had happened. He reached up to touch his hair, encountering stiff purple spikes. He shuddered.
"Oh, come on, Ken-chan, don't be so hard on yourself!" the other Ken soothed. "Soon it'll be all over. Things will be back to normal. You'll see!"
In his panic, Ken's booted foot had already slipped up to the knee in sand, and Ken found that he couldn't seem to pull it out without slipping furthur in. He tried to steady his voice. "Are you the Kaizer?"
"I was," his double replied with a sardonic twinkle in his icy eyes. "But now I'm Ken. Ichijouji Ken. *You're* the Digimon Kaizer."
"*What?*" Ken's stomach turned to ice.
The real Kaizer shrugged. "just look at yourself. You're too tainted to be anything but the Digimon Kaizer. You've reverted back to your old self."
"...Reverted? That's not true!" Ken shouted, pounding his fists against the glass. "I left all that behind me!"
The former Kaizer grinned. "Whatever you say...now, if you'll excuse me, I have some buisness to take care of. I have a life in the real world too, you know." He hit a switch on a panel below the video screens, bringing one of them to life. "You can watch if you like. You'll have nothing better to do I'm sure."
"What!?" Ken cried, horrified.
"Is that all you can say?" the Kaizer-turned-Ken wondered aloud.
"Are we in the digital world?"
"I swear, Ichijouji, what happened to your being a genius?" the Kaizer shook his head in chagrin. Sighing heavily, he unhooked the dark D-3 from his belt and gave Ken a wink as he opened the gate to the real world. "Bye, Kaizer. Ken-chan. Whoever you are."
"Wait!" Ken cried. "Don't go! What's going on here?" Already he was sinking deeper into the sand, the white grains slipped around his legs like a living shroud. Ken beat his fists vainly against his prison, tears spilling from his indigo eyes.
"Your sadness will be the color of the sandglass..."
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Shi-chan: More soon!
