For They Shall Be Filled
By:
Vain (Vainglorious696)
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Sinister: They have
all been kind enough to attach Ms. Vain to the ceiling so I'm doing this again.
Kaiser: Would you
just shut up and get to the point! She
has more Digimon fan fiction to dictate! And this time I am going to win instead of that coward Ken!
Vain: Hey, you're
not even in "For They Shall Be Filled!" You're just a part of Ken's psyche!
Kaiser: Silence,
fool! *cracks whip*
Vain: *whimpers*
Remy: . . . Mebbe we
take dat whip from him, non?
Ken: You don't think
I'm a coward, do you, Wormmon? Sam?
Sinister: Read the
fiction and review it. Now.
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~And because lawlesssness will abound, the love of many
will grow cold.
But he who endures to the end shall be saved.
-Matthew 24: 12 and 13
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TK walked slowly
with his head down frowning as Patamon buzzed around chattering about something
or another. Davis and Kari. Davis and Kari. Davis and Kari . . . When is she going to stop playing with
him? It's not nice . . . Davis and Kari. Davis and Kari. Davis and Ken. Davis and
Ken . . . Whoa! Now where did that come
from?!
He abruptly
stopped and Patamon flew into his head. "Ouch! TK! What is it? What's wrong?"
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know. Nothing, I guess."
"Nothing?" The little cream and orange colored digimon
rubbed his head and pouted. "It sure
didn't feel like nothing."
"I'm sorry,
pal. I'm just distracted by stuff."
"Like what?"
The Child of Hope
sighed. "Kari and Davis."
"I thought that
you and Kari decided to just be friends."
"Well, we did, but
sometimes I just get the feeling that she's only playing with Davis; and that
she's using me to do it. I just think
that that's . . . I don't know; shady, I guess. I mean it's just not right."
"Hmph." Patamon frowned in a digimon sort of way and
then fluttered into his partner's arms. "Well, then, why don't you talk to her about it? You two are best friends, so why don't you
just talk about it?"
"I don't
know. I just . . . It's none of my
business, I suppose. And plus there's .
. . other stuff."
"Oh," Patamon
pressed his little paws against TK's chest and looked up into his partner's
face innocently, "you mean like Ken?"
TK paled and then
blushed and then paled beneath his blush. "Oh, I—I . . . There's no—I didn't . . . It . . . How did . . .?"
Patamon
giggled. "You talk in your sleep. So what's up with Ken?"
". . . I wish I
knew. It's funny. I feel . . . connected to him. Like with Kari, but it's a little
different. Kari says she feels the same
thing."
The digimon
furrowed his brow as he stared up at his partner in concern. "Could it be his Crest?"
"Kindness? I don't know," the boy shrugged
moodily. "Maybe."
"Then why don't
you go talk to him?"
"Because,
well—well, he's—he's Ken. That's not
the kind of person that you just talk to. I don't know; it's just complicated."
"Why? You can go talk to him right now, in fact."
"Huh?" TK looked
around in confusion but saw only trees and grass. "What are you talking about, Patamon?"
Patamon closed his
eyes and tilted his head back. "I can
smell them. He and Wormmon are just
beyond that grove of trees." He used
his right wing to point towards a stand of trees not far off.
"Are you sure?"
"Hey, the nose
knows. Or would you rather trust that
dinky little thing attached to your head? Come on!"
"Hey, wait
up!" TK yelped as his partner took wing
towards the trees. "Patamon, slow
down!"
"Hurry up!"
"Patamon, wait u—"
TK stopped and
screeched to a halt when he cleared the trees. Sitting Indian-style in the grass was Ken Ichijouji. The former tyrant sat totally still in his
typical gray pants and a black short sleeve shirt. His eyes were closed and his head was bowed over his partner who
lay asleep in his lap. They both
appeared to be exhausted. Wormmon
shifted in Ken's embrace and the pale boy's eyes fluttered. For an instant it looked as though the pair
would awaken, but exhaustion won out and they were still once again.
Patamon was
circling the air four feet above them. He grinned broadly at his partner as he escaped the brush and asked in a
loud whisper, "Aren't they just so cute when they're asleep?"
TK briefly
wondered what Ken's reaction would be to being called "cute" and quickly
decided that it wouldn't be worth getting the crap beat out of him to find out.
On cue, the former
Emperor's eyes fluttered once more and then opened all the way. He blinked rapidly for a moment and then
half turned to gaze at TK with empty gemstone eyes. The blond boy felt a chill go through him as he stared into the
blank depths of Ken's eyes. It was
almost as though he was staring directly into the other boy's soul—and all he
could see was utter emptiness. It
frightened him.
Ken's voice
sounded dead. "You lost?"
"Me?" TK felt suddenly confused and
off-balance. "No . . . er . . . I . .
."
"Articulate as
ever, Digidestined."
TK winced. "Sorry. I guess I'm just not quite with it today."
Ken regarded him
coolly for a moment, expressionless mask back on his face. "It's alright."
"I'm T.K."
"I know."
". . ."
"So is T.K. your
full name?"
The blond looked
down at Ken in surprise. The young
genius still kept his back to him and his shoulders remained defensively
stiff. "No, it's, um, Takeru."
"Takeru . . .
That's a nice name."
The taller boy sat
down next to Ken and felt Patamon settle on his head. He stared out over the field and tried to ignore the feeling of
those sapphire eyes boring into him. He
regarded the scenery with detached interest and took in the torn grass and
Ken's bloodied shirt lying a few yards to the side. Apparently, there had been a fight here not too long ago.
TK slid his eyes
over to the other boy. ". . . So . . .
how're you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"Oh. Um . . . so what have you been up to?"
"School. Soccer. Interviews. Stuff."
". . ."
The silence
stretched on for an uncomfortable eternity and TK began to squirm. Finally, he could take it no longer. "Look, I can leave if you want me to."
"No . . . I . . ."
Ken trailed off uncertainly. Then he
bowed his head and shook it, allowing his fantastic indigo hair to fall down,
hiding his expression. "No, you don't
have to. I . . . I am an idiot sometimes. I'm still learning, you see."
TK was silent as
he watched the pale boy's internal struggle with something that he wasn't sure
he wanted to imagine. Abruptly he
smiled; Ken was a lot like Matt in some ways. They could be very good friends. "It's okay, you know. I mean to
screw up. Even I've done it on
occasion." TK cleared his throat loudly
and began to study the grass. "I'm
sorry, by the way."
Ken blinked. "For what? Kicking my ass?"
"Um . . .
yeah. What I did at your base—I was out
of line back there."
"Hmph," a pale
hand waved away the comment. "I deserve
worse."
"Still, it wasn't
right."
A slight
half-smile tugged on the other's face. "Right? You're odd, Takeru."
TK felt a thrill
at hearing his given name emerge from Ken's mouth and he ducked his head to
hide his blush. "There was a fight?"
". . . Yes. Wormmon's exhausted."
"Are you feeling
alright?"
"As well as I ever
am."
Suddenly Patamon
fluttered his wings loudly, startling them both. "The others! We're late!"
Ken looked down at
his digivice and then stood, careful not to disturb his slumbering
partner. He cursed in irritation. "I fell asleep!"
TK also
stood. "Hey, it's not your fault. Relax. I doubt that the others will care. C'mon; let's not keep them waiting any longer."
Ken turned around
and looked at the other boy suspiciously. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"I don't
know. I guess I kinda get the
impression that you're not used to it." TK watched as Ken's blue-violet eyes blinked rapidly, unable to discern
what emotions the pale boy was experiencing.
Ken shook his head
again in an attempt to organize his thoughts. "We should go."
"Yeah . . ."
Patamon flew
overhead and watched the two boys as they made their way back to the village in
silence. Maybe he'd talk to Wormmon
after the virus digimon woke up and ate. Perhaps the two of them could figure out what to do with their humans;
after all, if it wasn't for their digimon, humans would no doubt fall apart at
the seams. The little vaccine wondered
absently how humans without partners managed. No matter, though, he had his hands full enough with just his
child. He couldn't handle another
one—no digimon could.
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