"Alright people, we're going to start off in the Digital World today. We couldn't book the soccer field for another two days because the true tournaments are happening. We'll have two days extra for you to finish of the Digital World scene." The director called, sitting back in his chair as he held a paper package, flipping through it.
"Well, you know what that means." Daisuke sighed, walking over to his costume area where his Digital World costume hung loosely on a hanger. He reached up and grabbed the goggles, the D-3 and his plastic made Digivice. Strolling past Ken he went into the change room.
"I always hate this part. The deadly gasses make me choke and I always come out of it looking like a fruitcase." Ken mumbled, going to his area he grabbed his costume, which was already waiting on the rack, freshly cleaned too. The blue and white almost tight-fitting suit waited patiently unmoving on a hanger for him.
Miyako walked over to him with a smirk on her face, her arms folded across her chest. She leaned against the wall watching him take his suit away. "It really makes you look better, especially the glasses which hide most of your ugly face." She snickered.
"You know, they should call you Miy-ack-o because I suppress a scream every time I look at your hideous features. Oh my god, run, no mirrors, don't look at Medusa over there." He gasped, pivoting on his heel he strolled away from her, carrying his suit into the changing room. Leaving Miyako to fume and not be able to take it out on anyone, he grinned at the thought.
Changing from his normal clothing into the Kaiser's clothing, he grabbed the cape piece and slipped it on over his shoulders, snapping it closed around his neck. Feeling the cool metal press against the front of his neck as he bent over to slip on the black gloves, which also had metallic attachments, true metal for an authentic look.
Stepping out of the changing room, he glanced around for the rest of the cast, only seeing Miyako standing there with his glasses. Making a face at her, he stuck out his tongue and walked resentfully over to her, his cape swishing around him with each step. Standing before her, he looked down at his glasses she held. "...I'll take those back now."
Miyako smirked and shook her head as he grabbed them and put them on. "Freaker. You look like some crazed disco fan." She snorted, eyeing him. Looking out the corner of her eye, she stared at the awaiting door, which led outside onto the sidewalk. A grin spreading over her face, she looked back at Ken.
"Of course I do. Why, because I'm the Kaiser, and he just loves to boogey." He raised an eyebrow at that, sarcastically. "And at least I don't look like what I -really- am, Miy-ack-o. Bitch in tights.. Or whatever the hell you call those things. Lookin' like a jacked up Peter Pan." He motioned to her pants; grabbing the handle of his whip he tapped the one side of her slacks with the tip. Slipping his glasses on, still having straight hair, he turned around and walked over to the make-up area. Sitting himself down on a stool, he waited there until one of the make-up artists approached him.
"Ah, zee spiky haired child! Velcome!" Said the familiar voice of the hairdresser. Ken tried not to shudder as he took off his golden-framed shades and set them on the bureau, sitting back on the stool. His lengthy blue hair awaiting the torture of being gooped, gelled, and hair sprayed.
Looking into the mirror at his own pale face, Ken blinked his light violet eyes, noticing a small approaching human run up to him. Standing by his side, the little boy with short, fine black hair and matching violet eyes stared up at him in the mirror. Reaching his small hand forwards, he grabbed a thing of clear gel and grinned, looking at it in amazement. Spotting the look Ken gave him, he set it down and pulled up a stool, beaming.
"Oh no. Kiyoshi, what are you doing here?" Ken questioned, staring into the mirror with surprise. His lower lip jutted out as the hairdresser approached, his hands thick with Super Sticky Goop. Automatically he sat still as the make-up artist smeared the stuff into his hair, pulling it up between his fingers. Ken's eyebrow twitched, one eye wider than the other, as he felt his head being yanked around. It felt like glue was being put on his head.
Kiyoshi snickered and reached around the hairdresser dude to poke his older brother in the side. Much to the irritation of the hairdresser and Ken, Kiyoshi reached up and played with a strand of hair, feeling the sticky goop cling to his hand he made a face and pulled his fingers away. "EWWWW!" He grimaced, staring at his fingers. Opening and closing them, he made a face at the sticky substance. "You puts boogers in his hair!"
Looking down at the so-called "boogers" Kiyoshi blinked and looked at them closely, raising his sticky fingers to his hands. Raising an eyebrow, he looked away from Ken and the hairdresser to the wall, seeing them not pay any attention to him. "I wonder if Ken's boogers taste like mine.." he thought, staring at the goop again.
[D: Yes, he eats his boogers. o_o; What little kid DOESN'T eat their boogers?!?!?! OO; XD]
[S.K.: I wonder if I still do... _;]
Slowly he sticks out his covered index finger, the hair gel clumping together at the very tip. Raising it to his mouth, he opens it wide and sticks it in, slapping his lips closed around it. Sucking the gel off, he pulls his finger out and sticks his tongue back out after tasting the sickening stuff. "Yucky, mine are better boogers. Ken, you have icky boogers." Kiyoshi complained, blinking innocently up at Ken, with his jammed his finger up his nostril.
"We work quickly, eh? Yah so not to anger zee director more." The hairdresser commented, perking up Ken's hair with the super sticky gel. He ran his fingers through the long strands, making them stand on end. Grabbing the hairdryer he worked the hot air alongside his fingers. Making a clump of his bangs hang over the right side of Ken's face.
"Here, put zee glasses on, ya?" He suggested, grabbing the shades from the table beside him and handing them to Ken, who took them in his gloved hand and slid them on carefully underneath the overhanging blue bangs without question. With a sigh he slumped back into the stool, taking no notice of Kiyoshi on his other side.
"Well if's Ken can puts boogers in his hair, I can puts boogers in MINE! Ehee hee!" Kiyoshi grinned, staring up at Ken and the hairdresser. Fishing up his nose again, he pulled out a big chunk of green, slimy gob. "Perfect!" he smiled, automatically smearing it into his hair. Making sure to try and get it to reach to all of his head, he stopped and noticed he needed more. Continuing to smear more fished boogers from his nose and smearing them in his hair, it was slick black with little sticky lumps all over it.
Finally having his hair done, Ken stands up, fully clothed and looking like the Digimon Kaiser. Turning around, he felt Kiyoshi's nose bump into the middle of his stomach. Looking down, he placed a hand on top of the kids head and pushed him gently out of the way. "Watch it Kiyo, you- What exactly is all over your hair?!" He exclaimed, noticing sticky gobs clinging to the palm of his glove.
Looking down at Kiyoshi's head, he watched as the boy turned his face up to look at him with a smile. Opening his eyes, he blinked as he stared up at the enemy of the DigiDestineds, the Digimon Emperor. Widening his eyes, he made himself remember it was just Ken, his big bro who he recently copied. "I put boogers in my hair like you!" He laughed, skipping past Ken and away.
"..What?! Sick! Kiyoshi!" Ken called, whirling around in his heel about to chase Kiyoshi, he found himself peering through the purple tinted lenses of his glasses at Miyako. Blinking, he shook his head, "Whoa, almost had a heart attack, man you're ugly. Scared the hell outta me. Anyways, could you- UGH!" he grunts as his back slams against the door and falls backwards onto the sidewalk outside of the studio.
"Miyacko! Hey! What the..?" Ken snapped, sitting up and pulling his knees under him. Pushing up off the ground, he slowly stands as she speaks to him, looking at the ground then at her in confusion.
"Well Ken, since you like being a jerk so much. Why not face your fans who are just -crazy- about you as well? Now there's an idea." Miyako snickered, stepping back into the studio and slamming the door he was thrown out of, locking Ken out.
"Oh jeebus.." Ken groaned, dusting himself and his navy blue cape off. Taking a quick glance around, looking back at the street, he turned around and started walking along the outside of the studio he was filming at. Wondering why the hell they located it right beside a street, clearly open to the public, he shakes his head and bites the corner of his lower lip nervously.
Keeping his arms down at his sides, hidden beneath the cape, wishing he had pockets, he continues walking down at the sidewalk to the front entrance of the studios. Hearing someone scream to him, he stops and turns, just in time to see the insane waitress run over to him. His eyes widening in horror behind the colored lenses as she quickly approaches him, waving her arms around frantically. "Oh my god!!" Tiff screams in delight and surprise of seeing him, arms open for another lethal glomp.
"Is that like your FAVORITE phrase?!" He raised his twitching eyebrow, eyes wide, thrown into alert. Swivelling around on the sole of his right grey shoe, he throws his left foot up into the air as he leaps away from Tiff's grabbing arms. Bolting away from the waitress now, he doesn't manage to get away from her tackle, bringing them both down. He slams his head against the pavement, the bottom of his chin bouncing against the concrete, throwing him into a momentary daze. Keeping his eyes closed, he lets the pounding throb of pain subside as the waitress gets off of him.
Rolling over onto his back, hearing and feeling the tracking of a golden shoulder pad scrape across the pavement, he stares up into the face of his attacker. Seeing her outstretched hand, he reaches up to it with the glove with all of Kiyoshi's boogers on it. Hearing her shriek and pull away, he sits up, cocking his head to one side as he watches her stare at her hand, obviously grossed out.
With a snicker he rolls back onto his stomach, getting up on his hands and knees. Crawling away from the nutty waitress, he pulls his legs out from behind him and jumps up onto his feet. Leaning forward, he thrusts his hands out in front of him as he pumps his legs as fast as they can, bolting away from Tiff. Hearing her scramble behind him, he sees sanctuary approach as he rounds the corner, the studio doors so close.
Hearing a rabid scream from behind him, he reaches out his hand to grasp the door handle. A huge tidal wave slams up against him, knocking him away from the door and sending him sprawling across the window of Ralph's office. His cheek smudged against the window as he peers through the blinds, Tiff slams him against the glass once more.
"Oh no Kaiser boy! You're not going anywhere!" She screams, pressing close to him. He groans and raps hard on the window, praying anyone would come and save him from this lunatic. Trying to move beneath Tiff's weight was a hard task to attempt, she was already crushing the air out of him again. "I'm takin' you home tonight!"
"Somebody help meee!" Ken howls, banging against the window until Tiff grabs beneath the metal clamp around his wrist, holding his hand back and pinning the other one. Letting out another groan of frustration, he pulls his head back and knocks it into the window in a desperate attempt to get noticed.
[S.K.: Man, get a load of that crazy woman, eh? Oo;; @ Ken's insane number one fan, Tiff.]
[D: They usually are insane. ox;;]
Ralph had his feet kicked up on his desk in his office, reading the newspaper and a mug of coffee handy. Hearing a loud screech and a slam on his window he perked his eyes over the top of the thin grey paper, eyeing it, seeing Ken's cheek's puffed up form against the glass. He stared at Ken's smudged face against the glass for a while, in an odd silence. "...Great scott, there's a blowfish on my window! MIKA! Get this blowfish off my window!"
"Right away sir!" A far off female voice shouted in response, and Ralph went back to his newspaper, with Ken blinking through the glass, still pressured up against it.
The door to the outside slammed open as Takeru poked his head out around the glass, Daisuke and Hikari following. Miyako strolled out, keeping her arms folded across her chest and laughing at Ken's awkward stance against the window. She pointed at him and laughed, shaking her head.
Daisuke lead Takeru over to Tiff, grabbing both of her arms they managed to pry her off of him. Ken groaned and slumped against the window, feeling the edges of his glasses digging into his face where the pressure was applied to them.
"Look, a helpless bug splattered on the window." Miyako snorted, staying in her place, sadly out of Ken's reach for the moment. Her long lavender hair hanging smoothly down her shoulders beneath that ridiculous helmet she had to wear on the show. With the even sun already on its way to rest, the side of her face is hidden in shadows.
"Oh look, someone left the new and used whore store open, now I know how you escaped." Ken said curtly, standing up from against the window and dusting his chest off. Setting a wary eye on Tiff, he slowly edged around her as Takeru and Daisuke held her. Brushing past Miyako and Hikari, he strolled through the doorway and walked casually down the hall, hiding his self-conscious gaze behind his glasses as people practically gaped at the funny way he was dressed.
Takeru blinked as Ken walked out of sight, he remembered the struggling Tiff and let go of her, Daisuke doing the same. Briskly Hikari and Miyako went inside, not wanting to be later at filming than they already were. Daisuke who was in his costume already, goggles included, stepped inside and pulled Takeru with him. The door closed and locked on Tiff as she tried desperately to get back in.
Snickering, Daisuke turned away and followed the rest of the group down the hall, all were laughing except Ken who got the crap scared out of him moments ago. He huffed and walked a little faster, his cape trailing behind him with ease. Wondering where Kiyoshi was, he opened the door to the Digimon Studios and walked in, tripping over a moving speed bump.
Kiyoshi peeked over the side of Ken's cape, looking up at him with a beaming smile. His hair had a weird film over it, half dried already. "Hehe, I hugged the evil person." Kiyoshi giggled, reaching past Ken's cape he poked him in the side and let go to skip around him instead. "Ken has boogers in his hair, la da, la da, Ken has boogers in his hair, oh de de daaaahhh."
"Again, what do you have in your HAIR?!" Ken blinked, watching Kiyoshi skip around him with an inquisitive raised eyebrow. He shook his head and tried walking away from his annoying little brother, though Kiyoshi continued to circle him while he walked, trailing his every move. Sighing, the Digimon Kaiser gave up, shaking his head he stood in the middle of the circling child.
"Boooggeerrss like you." Kiyoshi giggled, reaching a small hand up to the top of his head, running his fingers through the fine black hair. Grinning, he felt some of the mess stick to his fingers, showing Ken with his open palm. "Lookie! Seeeee?"
"You wha..? UGH! Kiyoshi! Why? I don't have boogers in my hair! Ugh! Ew! Sick, wash it out." Ken hissed, eyeing Kiyoshi's small hand, seeing his brother's own homemade green goop on it. Sticking his tongue out in a disgusted matter, he pivoted on his heel and walked away from Kiyoshi, looking for a rag or paper towel of some sort.
Walking towards the make-up area, he found his place, looking for a spray bottle or anything. Finding the water filled bottle, he grabbed it and turned around to look down at Kiyoshi. Pulling the trigger back, it let loose a fine mist of water droplets, gathering on Kiyoshi's head. Grabbing a comb, he raked it through Kiyoshi's hair, combing it out. Finding a towel on the stool, he plucked it off and threw it over Kiyoshi's head.
Kneeling on the ground, his cape dragging around him, he grabbed the towel with both hands and vigorously rubbed the small head with it. Using mostly his right hand, he dried Kiyoshi's hair paying no mind to his younger brother's protests. Finished, he pulled the towel off to stare at Kiyoshi's mess of short hair sticking up. Raising an eyebrow, he looked in the mirror at both of them. "Nice hair, you look like me."
Kiyoshi stuck his tongue out at Ken and reached up to his head with both of his hands. Smoothing it out, he stared at Ken's hair, which was standing up in a spiked matter. Forgetting about his own hair, he reached out and grabbed a hardened strand on Ken's. "What do you have in your hair to make it all funny?"
"Simple, gel. It's the sticky substance, err.. almost like boogers, but a lot cleaner. Now, either go back to my trailer orr.. Stay here in my chair while we film, all right?" He looked at Kiyoshi, his eyes hidden behind the huge glasses he still wore. Watching the boy blink and shrug, he rolled his eyes and stood up.
Ken reached his hand out and took Kiyoshi's, walking to the set, he pulled the seven-year-old along with him. Stopping beside his chair, he turned his head to look at Kiyoshi out of the corner of his eye, letting go of his hand and pointing at the chair. "Okay, now sit and be quiet. It's important if you be quiet while you're here." Not bothering to wait for an answer, he walked up to the tall director, looking short compared to the older man.
Ralph, the director, turned his head and looked at Ken with an upset look on his face. "What took you so long? we're already an HOUR BEHIND SCHEDULE!" He screamed, Ken cringed, his stiff hair being blown back from the director's howls, and he backed away.
"Sibling troubles." He stated, turning away and strolling through the sand onto the set. They were doing "Ken's Secret" this time. Everyone was waiting for him. Reaching for his whip, he stopped and turned around with a gasp. Seeing the director's puzzled and already fuming look, Ken squeaked out a request. Clearing his throat, he asked it again, "..Can I just go get my whip? It's over at the make-up department thing, section, it."
"GRRRRRRRrrrr.." The director snarled, watching as Ken darted past. He curled his fingers around the script paper, crunching it beneath his tightening grasp in full-fledged anger. "One more mistake and I SWEAR I'll kill that kid.."
Arnie, the manager in charge of food and water on-set, poked his head out at Ralph, hearing his anguish. "Danish, sir?!"
"GODDAMNIT ARNIE I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN DANISHES!"
Running back with the coiled up whip in hand, Ken looked over at the director briefly as he passed him. Staring up at the tall set of stairs her had to climb, he eyed the mountain edge he had to stand on and wait forever. "Man, I'm afraid of heights.. and look what they make me do." Ken groaned, grabbing the metal railing and resentfully climbing it slowly, making sure he would not look down no matter what.
Kiyoshi blinked, sitting in Ken's chair, his ankles only extending just out at the end of the seat, due to his miniscule heigth. Slowly he stood up, plopping his shoes on the hard ground again, hopping out of the seat. He smiled, looking around for someone to play with. Spotting a cameraman near the ladder Ken was currently ascending, he waddled over.
"...Hi," the boy smiled up at the camera operator. The man glanced down at the child with an odd expression, trying to keep focus on his work. "Hi," he quickly responded, only being polite.
Kiyoshi kept staring up at the man, blinking in innocence, beginning to pick his nose. He was standing next to the camera, and also next to the ladder Ken was climbing. The movement of the small boy's finger caught the cameraman's eye, as he once again glanced down briefly at him.
"...LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!!!" Kiyoshi's eyes widened as he suddenly bellowed out in glee, and spontaneously jumped into the air, spreading his arms out wide, his legs protruded out oddly and as far as he could. He'd kicked the camera, along with the ladder Ken was climbing.
Landing on his feet, Kiyoshi smiled proudly, beaming, and then started to pick his nose again, as in the background Ken could be seen screaming, holding onto the ladder for dear life, as he and the metal series of steps went timber, taking part of the set with him.
Hearing the clatter, Kiyoshi turned to look at his older brother, lying on the floor in a daze. He blinked, then broke out into a smile. "...Ken you stupid horse! Haha!" He took his index finger out of his nose and pointed with it at Ken, laying motionlessly on the floor. Kiyoshi laughed. "Silly willy poo-poo head." Jamming the same finger up his nostril again, he continued mining for gold.
"Well, you know what that means." Daisuke sighed, walking over to his costume area where his Digital World costume hung loosely on a hanger. He reached up and grabbed the goggles, the D-3 and his plastic made Digivice. Strolling past Ken he went into the change room.
"I always hate this part. The deadly gasses make me choke and I always come out of it looking like a fruitcase." Ken mumbled, going to his area he grabbed his costume, which was already waiting on the rack, freshly cleaned too. The blue and white almost tight-fitting suit waited patiently unmoving on a hanger for him.
Miyako walked over to him with a smirk on her face, her arms folded across her chest. She leaned against the wall watching him take his suit away. "It really makes you look better, especially the glasses which hide most of your ugly face." She snickered.
"You know, they should call you Miy-ack-o because I suppress a scream every time I look at your hideous features. Oh my god, run, no mirrors, don't look at Medusa over there." He gasped, pivoting on his heel he strolled away from her, carrying his suit into the changing room. Leaving Miyako to fume and not be able to take it out on anyone, he grinned at the thought.
Changing from his normal clothing into the Kaiser's clothing, he grabbed the cape piece and slipped it on over his shoulders, snapping it closed around his neck. Feeling the cool metal press against the front of his neck as he bent over to slip on the black gloves, which also had metallic attachments, true metal for an authentic look.
Stepping out of the changing room, he glanced around for the rest of the cast, only seeing Miyako standing there with his glasses. Making a face at her, he stuck out his tongue and walked resentfully over to her, his cape swishing around him with each step. Standing before her, he looked down at his glasses she held. "...I'll take those back now."
Miyako smirked and shook her head as he grabbed them and put them on. "Freaker. You look like some crazed disco fan." She snorted, eyeing him. Looking out the corner of her eye, she stared at the awaiting door, which led outside onto the sidewalk. A grin spreading over her face, she looked back at Ken.
"Of course I do. Why, because I'm the Kaiser, and he just loves to boogey." He raised an eyebrow at that, sarcastically. "And at least I don't look like what I -really- am, Miy-ack-o. Bitch in tights.. Or whatever the hell you call those things. Lookin' like a jacked up Peter Pan." He motioned to her pants; grabbing the handle of his whip he tapped the one side of her slacks with the tip. Slipping his glasses on, still having straight hair, he turned around and walked over to the make-up area. Sitting himself down on a stool, he waited there until one of the make-up artists approached him.
"Ah, zee spiky haired child! Velcome!" Said the familiar voice of the hairdresser. Ken tried not to shudder as he took off his golden-framed shades and set them on the bureau, sitting back on the stool. His lengthy blue hair awaiting the torture of being gooped, gelled, and hair sprayed.
Looking into the mirror at his own pale face, Ken blinked his light violet eyes, noticing a small approaching human run up to him. Standing by his side, the little boy with short, fine black hair and matching violet eyes stared up at him in the mirror. Reaching his small hand forwards, he grabbed a thing of clear gel and grinned, looking at it in amazement. Spotting the look Ken gave him, he set it down and pulled up a stool, beaming.
"Oh no. Kiyoshi, what are you doing here?" Ken questioned, staring into the mirror with surprise. His lower lip jutted out as the hairdresser approached, his hands thick with Super Sticky Goop. Automatically he sat still as the make-up artist smeared the stuff into his hair, pulling it up between his fingers. Ken's eyebrow twitched, one eye wider than the other, as he felt his head being yanked around. It felt like glue was being put on his head.
Kiyoshi snickered and reached around the hairdresser dude to poke his older brother in the side. Much to the irritation of the hairdresser and Ken, Kiyoshi reached up and played with a strand of hair, feeling the sticky goop cling to his hand he made a face and pulled his fingers away. "EWWWW!" He grimaced, staring at his fingers. Opening and closing them, he made a face at the sticky substance. "You puts boogers in his hair!"
Looking down at the so-called "boogers" Kiyoshi blinked and looked at them closely, raising his sticky fingers to his hands. Raising an eyebrow, he looked away from Ken and the hairdresser to the wall, seeing them not pay any attention to him. "I wonder if Ken's boogers taste like mine.." he thought, staring at the goop again.
[D: Yes, he eats his boogers. o_o; What little kid DOESN'T eat their boogers?!?!?! OO; XD]
[S.K.: I wonder if I still do... _;]
Slowly he sticks out his covered index finger, the hair gel clumping together at the very tip. Raising it to his mouth, he opens it wide and sticks it in, slapping his lips closed around it. Sucking the gel off, he pulls his finger out and sticks his tongue back out after tasting the sickening stuff. "Yucky, mine are better boogers. Ken, you have icky boogers." Kiyoshi complained, blinking innocently up at Ken, with his jammed his finger up his nostril.
"We work quickly, eh? Yah so not to anger zee director more." The hairdresser commented, perking up Ken's hair with the super sticky gel. He ran his fingers through the long strands, making them stand on end. Grabbing the hairdryer he worked the hot air alongside his fingers. Making a clump of his bangs hang over the right side of Ken's face.
"Here, put zee glasses on, ya?" He suggested, grabbing the shades from the table beside him and handing them to Ken, who took them in his gloved hand and slid them on carefully underneath the overhanging blue bangs without question. With a sigh he slumped back into the stool, taking no notice of Kiyoshi on his other side.
"Well if's Ken can puts boogers in his hair, I can puts boogers in MINE! Ehee hee!" Kiyoshi grinned, staring up at Ken and the hairdresser. Fishing up his nose again, he pulled out a big chunk of green, slimy gob. "Perfect!" he smiled, automatically smearing it into his hair. Making sure to try and get it to reach to all of his head, he stopped and noticed he needed more. Continuing to smear more fished boogers from his nose and smearing them in his hair, it was slick black with little sticky lumps all over it.
Finally having his hair done, Ken stands up, fully clothed and looking like the Digimon Kaiser. Turning around, he felt Kiyoshi's nose bump into the middle of his stomach. Looking down, he placed a hand on top of the kids head and pushed him gently out of the way. "Watch it Kiyo, you- What exactly is all over your hair?!" He exclaimed, noticing sticky gobs clinging to the palm of his glove.
Looking down at Kiyoshi's head, he watched as the boy turned his face up to look at him with a smile. Opening his eyes, he blinked as he stared up at the enemy of the DigiDestineds, the Digimon Emperor. Widening his eyes, he made himself remember it was just Ken, his big bro who he recently copied. "I put boogers in my hair like you!" He laughed, skipping past Ken and away.
"..What?! Sick! Kiyoshi!" Ken called, whirling around in his heel about to chase Kiyoshi, he found himself peering through the purple tinted lenses of his glasses at Miyako. Blinking, he shook his head, "Whoa, almost had a heart attack, man you're ugly. Scared the hell outta me. Anyways, could you- UGH!" he grunts as his back slams against the door and falls backwards onto the sidewalk outside of the studio.
"Miyacko! Hey! What the..?" Ken snapped, sitting up and pulling his knees under him. Pushing up off the ground, he slowly stands as she speaks to him, looking at the ground then at her in confusion.
"Well Ken, since you like being a jerk so much. Why not face your fans who are just -crazy- about you as well? Now there's an idea." Miyako snickered, stepping back into the studio and slamming the door he was thrown out of, locking Ken out.
"Oh jeebus.." Ken groaned, dusting himself and his navy blue cape off. Taking a quick glance around, looking back at the street, he turned around and started walking along the outside of the studio he was filming at. Wondering why the hell they located it right beside a street, clearly open to the public, he shakes his head and bites the corner of his lower lip nervously.
Keeping his arms down at his sides, hidden beneath the cape, wishing he had pockets, he continues walking down at the sidewalk to the front entrance of the studios. Hearing someone scream to him, he stops and turns, just in time to see the insane waitress run over to him. His eyes widening in horror behind the colored lenses as she quickly approaches him, waving her arms around frantically. "Oh my god!!" Tiff screams in delight and surprise of seeing him, arms open for another lethal glomp.
"Is that like your FAVORITE phrase?!" He raised his twitching eyebrow, eyes wide, thrown into alert. Swivelling around on the sole of his right grey shoe, he throws his left foot up into the air as he leaps away from Tiff's grabbing arms. Bolting away from the waitress now, he doesn't manage to get away from her tackle, bringing them both down. He slams his head against the pavement, the bottom of his chin bouncing against the concrete, throwing him into a momentary daze. Keeping his eyes closed, he lets the pounding throb of pain subside as the waitress gets off of him.
Rolling over onto his back, hearing and feeling the tracking of a golden shoulder pad scrape across the pavement, he stares up into the face of his attacker. Seeing her outstretched hand, he reaches up to it with the glove with all of Kiyoshi's boogers on it. Hearing her shriek and pull away, he sits up, cocking his head to one side as he watches her stare at her hand, obviously grossed out.
With a snicker he rolls back onto his stomach, getting up on his hands and knees. Crawling away from the nutty waitress, he pulls his legs out from behind him and jumps up onto his feet. Leaning forward, he thrusts his hands out in front of him as he pumps his legs as fast as they can, bolting away from Tiff. Hearing her scramble behind him, he sees sanctuary approach as he rounds the corner, the studio doors so close.
Hearing a rabid scream from behind him, he reaches out his hand to grasp the door handle. A huge tidal wave slams up against him, knocking him away from the door and sending him sprawling across the window of Ralph's office. His cheek smudged against the window as he peers through the blinds, Tiff slams him against the glass once more.
"Oh no Kaiser boy! You're not going anywhere!" She screams, pressing close to him. He groans and raps hard on the window, praying anyone would come and save him from this lunatic. Trying to move beneath Tiff's weight was a hard task to attempt, she was already crushing the air out of him again. "I'm takin' you home tonight!"
"Somebody help meee!" Ken howls, banging against the window until Tiff grabs beneath the metal clamp around his wrist, holding his hand back and pinning the other one. Letting out another groan of frustration, he pulls his head back and knocks it into the window in a desperate attempt to get noticed.
[S.K.: Man, get a load of that crazy woman, eh? Oo;; @ Ken's insane number one fan, Tiff.]
[D: They usually are insane. ox;;]
Ralph had his feet kicked up on his desk in his office, reading the newspaper and a mug of coffee handy. Hearing a loud screech and a slam on his window he perked his eyes over the top of the thin grey paper, eyeing it, seeing Ken's cheek's puffed up form against the glass. He stared at Ken's smudged face against the glass for a while, in an odd silence. "...Great scott, there's a blowfish on my window! MIKA! Get this blowfish off my window!"
"Right away sir!" A far off female voice shouted in response, and Ralph went back to his newspaper, with Ken blinking through the glass, still pressured up against it.
The door to the outside slammed open as Takeru poked his head out around the glass, Daisuke and Hikari following. Miyako strolled out, keeping her arms folded across her chest and laughing at Ken's awkward stance against the window. She pointed at him and laughed, shaking her head.
Daisuke lead Takeru over to Tiff, grabbing both of her arms they managed to pry her off of him. Ken groaned and slumped against the window, feeling the edges of his glasses digging into his face where the pressure was applied to them.
"Look, a helpless bug splattered on the window." Miyako snorted, staying in her place, sadly out of Ken's reach for the moment. Her long lavender hair hanging smoothly down her shoulders beneath that ridiculous helmet she had to wear on the show. With the even sun already on its way to rest, the side of her face is hidden in shadows.
"Oh look, someone left the new and used whore store open, now I know how you escaped." Ken said curtly, standing up from against the window and dusting his chest off. Setting a wary eye on Tiff, he slowly edged around her as Takeru and Daisuke held her. Brushing past Miyako and Hikari, he strolled through the doorway and walked casually down the hall, hiding his self-conscious gaze behind his glasses as people practically gaped at the funny way he was dressed.
Takeru blinked as Ken walked out of sight, he remembered the struggling Tiff and let go of her, Daisuke doing the same. Briskly Hikari and Miyako went inside, not wanting to be later at filming than they already were. Daisuke who was in his costume already, goggles included, stepped inside and pulled Takeru with him. The door closed and locked on Tiff as she tried desperately to get back in.
Snickering, Daisuke turned away and followed the rest of the group down the hall, all were laughing except Ken who got the crap scared out of him moments ago. He huffed and walked a little faster, his cape trailing behind him with ease. Wondering where Kiyoshi was, he opened the door to the Digimon Studios and walked in, tripping over a moving speed bump.
Kiyoshi peeked over the side of Ken's cape, looking up at him with a beaming smile. His hair had a weird film over it, half dried already. "Hehe, I hugged the evil person." Kiyoshi giggled, reaching past Ken's cape he poked him in the side and let go to skip around him instead. "Ken has boogers in his hair, la da, la da, Ken has boogers in his hair, oh de de daaaahhh."
"Again, what do you have in your HAIR?!" Ken blinked, watching Kiyoshi skip around him with an inquisitive raised eyebrow. He shook his head and tried walking away from his annoying little brother, though Kiyoshi continued to circle him while he walked, trailing his every move. Sighing, the Digimon Kaiser gave up, shaking his head he stood in the middle of the circling child.
"Boooggeerrss like you." Kiyoshi giggled, reaching a small hand up to the top of his head, running his fingers through the fine black hair. Grinning, he felt some of the mess stick to his fingers, showing Ken with his open palm. "Lookie! Seeeee?"
"You wha..? UGH! Kiyoshi! Why? I don't have boogers in my hair! Ugh! Ew! Sick, wash it out." Ken hissed, eyeing Kiyoshi's small hand, seeing his brother's own homemade green goop on it. Sticking his tongue out in a disgusted matter, he pivoted on his heel and walked away from Kiyoshi, looking for a rag or paper towel of some sort.
Walking towards the make-up area, he found his place, looking for a spray bottle or anything. Finding the water filled bottle, he grabbed it and turned around to look down at Kiyoshi. Pulling the trigger back, it let loose a fine mist of water droplets, gathering on Kiyoshi's head. Grabbing a comb, he raked it through Kiyoshi's hair, combing it out. Finding a towel on the stool, he plucked it off and threw it over Kiyoshi's head.
Kneeling on the ground, his cape dragging around him, he grabbed the towel with both hands and vigorously rubbed the small head with it. Using mostly his right hand, he dried Kiyoshi's hair paying no mind to his younger brother's protests. Finished, he pulled the towel off to stare at Kiyoshi's mess of short hair sticking up. Raising an eyebrow, he looked in the mirror at both of them. "Nice hair, you look like me."
Kiyoshi stuck his tongue out at Ken and reached up to his head with both of his hands. Smoothing it out, he stared at Ken's hair, which was standing up in a spiked matter. Forgetting about his own hair, he reached out and grabbed a hardened strand on Ken's. "What do you have in your hair to make it all funny?"
"Simple, gel. It's the sticky substance, err.. almost like boogers, but a lot cleaner. Now, either go back to my trailer orr.. Stay here in my chair while we film, all right?" He looked at Kiyoshi, his eyes hidden behind the huge glasses he still wore. Watching the boy blink and shrug, he rolled his eyes and stood up.
Ken reached his hand out and took Kiyoshi's, walking to the set, he pulled the seven-year-old along with him. Stopping beside his chair, he turned his head to look at Kiyoshi out of the corner of his eye, letting go of his hand and pointing at the chair. "Okay, now sit and be quiet. It's important if you be quiet while you're here." Not bothering to wait for an answer, he walked up to the tall director, looking short compared to the older man.
Ralph, the director, turned his head and looked at Ken with an upset look on his face. "What took you so long? we're already an HOUR BEHIND SCHEDULE!" He screamed, Ken cringed, his stiff hair being blown back from the director's howls, and he backed away.
"Sibling troubles." He stated, turning away and strolling through the sand onto the set. They were doing "Ken's Secret" this time. Everyone was waiting for him. Reaching for his whip, he stopped and turned around with a gasp. Seeing the director's puzzled and already fuming look, Ken squeaked out a request. Clearing his throat, he asked it again, "..Can I just go get my whip? It's over at the make-up department thing, section, it."
"GRRRRRRRrrrr.." The director snarled, watching as Ken darted past. He curled his fingers around the script paper, crunching it beneath his tightening grasp in full-fledged anger. "One more mistake and I SWEAR I'll kill that kid.."
Arnie, the manager in charge of food and water on-set, poked his head out at Ralph, hearing his anguish. "Danish, sir?!"
"GODDAMNIT ARNIE I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN DANISHES!"
Running back with the coiled up whip in hand, Ken looked over at the director briefly as he passed him. Staring up at the tall set of stairs her had to climb, he eyed the mountain edge he had to stand on and wait forever. "Man, I'm afraid of heights.. and look what they make me do." Ken groaned, grabbing the metal railing and resentfully climbing it slowly, making sure he would not look down no matter what.
Kiyoshi blinked, sitting in Ken's chair, his ankles only extending just out at the end of the seat, due to his miniscule heigth. Slowly he stood up, plopping his shoes on the hard ground again, hopping out of the seat. He smiled, looking around for someone to play with. Spotting a cameraman near the ladder Ken was currently ascending, he waddled over.
"...Hi," the boy smiled up at the camera operator. The man glanced down at the child with an odd expression, trying to keep focus on his work. "Hi," he quickly responded, only being polite.
Kiyoshi kept staring up at the man, blinking in innocence, beginning to pick his nose. He was standing next to the camera, and also next to the ladder Ken was climbing. The movement of the small boy's finger caught the cameraman's eye, as he once again glanced down briefly at him.
"...LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!!!" Kiyoshi's eyes widened as he suddenly bellowed out in glee, and spontaneously jumped into the air, spreading his arms out wide, his legs protruded out oddly and as far as he could. He'd kicked the camera, along with the ladder Ken was climbing.
Landing on his feet, Kiyoshi smiled proudly, beaming, and then started to pick his nose again, as in the background Ken could be seen screaming, holding onto the ladder for dear life, as he and the metal series of steps went timber, taking part of the set with him.
Hearing the clatter, Kiyoshi turned to look at his older brother, lying on the floor in a daze. He blinked, then broke out into a smile. "...Ken you stupid horse! Haha!" He took his index finger out of his nose and pointed with it at Ken, laying motionlessly on the floor. Kiyoshi laughed. "Silly willy poo-poo head." Jamming the same finger up his nostril again, he continued mining for gold.