After tying Kiyoshi down in restraint to Ken's chair, the workers of the
Digimon Aventures 02 series had quickly rebuilt the broken set of the
mountain, and once again began their attempt at filming.
Setting a shaky foot on top of the build up mountain of various materials he'd have to idea about, Ken sighed. Standing there, he looked up at the wires that hung only an arm's reach above him; he was that high up. Looking down to see the view from at the very top, he peered over the edge and nearly lost his balance. Standing there uneasily, he glanced at the camera crew that had to follow him up as well. They were lazing around behind him, leaning against the railing with ease; they weren't the type of people to be afraid of heights.
With a sigh, Ken stood there drumming his fingers against his thigh in boredom. The only lights inside the studio were the high-powered studio lights, which hung from the ceiling and were set up on the floor below. They lit up the entire place where they were filming, though you could tell it wasn't natural light. With a blink, Ken peered past his violet shades to the floor. A loud crack, following an earth-shaking boom announced the murderous storm raging overhead outside the steel walls of the studio.
The loud bang made Ken jump as he glanced around quickly, gripping the handle of his whip uneasily rolling it between his fingers. He couldn't wait until this entire thing was over for today; he hated electrical storms. They weren't the best type of storm in the world, killers actually. They were the kind that struck the ground with thick flashes of lightning. Meaning anyone or anything could be hit.
"Psst, kid, your line. You missed your-" A camera operator was trying to get Ken's attention before the director could yell at him, noticing he was daydreaming. It failed when a voice rose up from the ground, directed at Ken.
"KEN! ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?! SAY YOUR LINE!"
Ken's left eye widened and twitched, staring out into space at the sudden outrage of the director. He made no movement, as his large glasses slipped down onto the tip of his nose, revealing his quivering eye. His lips were concocted into a nervous stretch of curving line. He stood there, standing that way, dazed, loosely holding his whip.
"KEN!" The director shouted, cupping both of his hands around his mouth to scream up at the spiky haired boy on top of the fake mountain. Noticing the boy jump, the director shook his head and walked back to his chair, snapping his fingers. "Again."
A small man rushed up to Ralph, the director's side, and held up a fresh water bottle. "More water, sir?! Donut? Danish?"
"SHUT UP Arnie!" The director snapped. "I don't need your goddamn danishes. Now get out of here, we're filming!" He waved off the man with frustration, and turned his attention back to the disco queen on the mountain. "Continue, Ken!"
"Uhmm.. More trouble! Has found..you? OH MY GOD WATCH OUT LOOK THERE IT GOES!" Ken thrust out his arm, pointing out into the distance.
"Okay..." The director said calmly, "Somebody's been having to much SUGAR..." He huffed, "CUT!"
A scrawny brunette male wearing a black headset popped his head in front of the director, with a black and white striped board piece, attached to the main part, which was mostly white. Numbers in red marker were written on the white blotches of plastic space. "Digimon Adventures; Ken's secret, Episode something, Take two!" He zipped out of sight again.
"God, damnit! Get the hell out of the way!" Ralph shouted at the speedy man that just poofed in and out of picture.
Clearing his throat, Ken looked up at the oversized microphone, which hung over his head. Looking back at the ground, he took in a breath and prepared to say his lines. "More trouble has found YOU!" He stated in that cruel and sarcastic he achieved when saying his lines. He was an evil character after all, of course he had to sound the part.
"Deejeemmoonnn Emperrrrrawwwrrr." Daisuke grinned, playing around and aggravating the director more. "Whuuttt hafff yoouuu done to maaiii friieenndzzzz?" Davis snickered, eyeing the director while he said his lines.
"..Now that's a weird way of saying my name." Ken blinked, "Huhm...never heard that one before." His voice booming on the microphone so Daisuke could hear his remark, Daisuke continued to grin.
"CUT! ARGH!" Ralph stood up and immediately threw down his black beret hat. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" The director shouted at Daisuke, pointing an accusing finger. The tiny assistant director, Mikashira, ran over and picked up Ralph's hat, and snuggly secured it back on the taller man's head, standing on her tip toes, then frolicking off. Ralph turned his head up to glare at Ken, retracting his arm to his side again. "All right, moving on. The part where Daisuke meets the Emperor face to face." The director fumed, standing beside the camera as Daisuke moved into place at the base of the hill. The rest of the cast hung from a walkway disguised as a rock bridge, harnesses wrapped beneath the rope surrounding their arms.
Daisuke started to climb the rocks of the sandy man-made terrain; he stopped and raised his head, his goggles reflecting the light off their plastic lenses. Lowering his eyes, he spots Ken along the top ridge of the hill, a blue screen behind him, though on camera it appears as the sky. "There he is! You're gonna get it!" He shouts at the Digimon Emperor determinedly.
With a smirk, Ken eases back on his heels, opening his mouth to let forth a mocking laughter. The microphone picks it up, allowing for it to echo as if they were standing in a real canyon. "Ooh, I am so scared." Ken smirks sarcastically, eyeing Daisuke below him. That line was easy to remember, seeming as how it was spoken almost naturally.
"Let my friends go!" Daisuke slowly grinned, eyeing Ken back. "What have you done with them?" He shouted, sounding serious though his face foretold he was up to something already. Another trick to anger the director even more, though he couldn't fire them, they could still grind his nerves.
"Take a look! Your 'friends' are at my mercy, and so it would appear are you." Ken smirked, motioning with his head towards the group, which was tied up and hanging from the disguised walkway like cocoons.
"Oh no! Pleaze don't hurt them! I beg you! Take meeeeeeee!!!" Daisuke wailed, throwing himself down on the ground with his arms spread out. He was grinning into the sand, just picturing Ken's reaction right about now.
"Uhm.. Uh.. ..Huh?" Ken blinked, Daisuke messing up the script and therefore messing up him. He shook his head, looking down at the sprawled Daisuke on the ground way down below. "Daisuke! You idiot!" Ken howled, grabbing a styrofoam rock and throwing it down at him, though he was grinning himself. He watched as the lightweight rock drifted downward towards Daisuke, landing on his head and being cushioned in his poofy hair.
Groans of protest let out from the swinging group of other kids. Shaking their heads some rolled their eyes, while others just sighed. They wondered why the director wouldn't fire these clowns. "Oh come on you two!" Iori growled, wriggling around in his harness, he wish he could get his hands on either one of them.
"My god Ken! Daisuke! FREAKS!" Miyako screeched, also trying to get free and grab something, she reached out for anything, even the stuffed Hawkmon at her side, if she could get the plush eagle loose and chuck it at them, she'd be happy.
None of their shrieks and screams were as loud as the directors though. He yelled above all their voices, even the high-pitched Miyako's. "YOU TWO EITHER GROW UP OR SHIP OUT! TAKE THIS JOB SERIOUSLY!" He screamed, throwing his script down on the floor, only to be scooped up by the small assistant director. She was smiling and waving proudly at the two boys, handing the director back his script.
Daisuke burst out laughing, he rolled around in the sand at the director. First pointing his index finger at Ralph, he moved it and pointed up at Ken. "You can't take someone dressed like that seriously!" He snickered, opening an eye and peeking out at Ken, who was actually grinning. "Look! He's the king of disco! Disco jockey Ken!"
A grin spread across Ken's lips as he nodded down at Daisuke. The entire cast and crew stared up at him in wonderment as he spun around, placed a hand on his hip and raised his right hand to point up at the roof professionally. "Music, Daisuke." He grinned, staring ahead, avoiding the gazes of the cast and crew below him. A bright light shone in his eyes, reflecting off his glasses as someone placed a spotlight on him.
Below, Daisuke ran to the sounds room, pulling a tape out of his pocket marked "Mad Beats" he slid it into a slot and pushed play. Overhead from all the speakers in the studio, the song "Stayin' Alive" remixed by Chris Sheppard boomed overhead. Ken tapped his foot, listening to the beat to start up.
With a grin, he slipped into action as he smoothly moon walked across the rough surface of the mountaintop he stood on. Sliding his feet backwards behind him, he moved his arms sinuously in front of him, creating the action of waves. Moving his shoulder to the beat, he ended his moon walk with a twist, his navy blue cape spun around him then wavered at his sides as he stopped with his right foot placed in front of him.
Sliding his right hand up into the air, he pointed at the roof with his index finger. Diving it back down to the floor, he spread his feet shoulder length apart, bending them at the knees. Dipping to the beat, his index finger pointed at the roof with perfect timing.
Below Daisuke laughed as he watched Ken goof off, listening to the other's comments with a snicker. Standing up, he walked over to the group of others as they were watching Ken disco expertly up on his high point. Snapping his own fingers to the beat, Daisuke placed an elbow on Kari's shoulder and leaned on her with a smirk.
"Man, you can tell he's been practicing." Takeru blinked his blue eyes, staring up at the form of Ken doing the disco.
Kari nodded, "I think he does that a little -too- well... You think he's gay?" She blinked, querying the question back to Takeru.
Takeru grinned, "Daisuke would know."
"Hey! I only touched his ass ONE TIME!" Daisuke shouted in defense.
Hikari casted a quick glare to Daisuke, just now realizing he was leaning on her shoulder. Reaching a hand up, she pushed it off of her as if he was infected with something. "Cooties, hmph," Hikari spat. "Don't touch me with nothin' that was near Ken's ass!"
"Better get Miyako away from you then," Takeru smiled.
"HEY!" Miyako blushed through the red anger on her face, she wiggled around in the harness she was tied up in to smack the blonde boy upside the head.
Iori just blinked and stood by, saying nothing at all.
Just then the storm outside grew fierce as ever overhead as a loud booming could be heard. The microphones gave a screech of feedback as the sides of the wall rattled and the lights went out. The entire studio let out a scream as everything went pitch black inside, including the adults who also became surprised and shocked when the kids screamed loudly.
Leaping into the air, Ken took a step back, feeling no more ground behind him, he let out a scream, chiming in with the rest. Feeling the air start to rush past him, he reached his hand out on instinct to grab anyone or anything to pull him back up to safety. Feeling a few wires get grasped in his grip, he hung on with a sigh of unheard relief. The whites of his eyes were the only thing seen through the darkness. He blinked, listening to the faint rips of plastic. The wires soon came apart and fell around him as he plummeted into the dark below.
Spinning through the air, his cape being tangled around his form as he fell, he felt wires brush against his arms and legs. Making a grab for them, he soon got his foot tangled and tried to wrench free as he fell. In a matter of a few seconds, Ken lurched to a halt, hanging by his foot being tangled in the mess of wires. Though he couldn't see anything through the darkness, he realized the shrieks and screams died down.
Swinging back and forth, upside-down, his foot caught in the tangle of wires, he closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his head, praying for him to not smack up against any electrified walls or cameras. The last thing he wanted was to receive a blow to the head after nearly receiving a heart attack. Hearing people move around outside of his material made cave, he struggled against the black folds around him.
"Get that back-up power on! Come on people! Where is everyone?" The director shouted out, various beams of light dimly sliding through the darkness as people settled down and just walked around. Few slammed into cameras and cursed while looking for a flashlight. A glint of light shining into his face, Ken winced, almost going blind.
"What the-?" Daisuke blinked from behind the flashlight. He grabbed Ken and slowed him down to just hanging in the center. A grin spreading across his face, Daisuke started to laugh. "Man, Ken, so I guess it -was- you who screamed the loudest." He laughed.
Ken snorted and shook his head at Daisuke, staring at him with his violet eyes in annoyance. Sticking his tongue out, he waved his arms around, looking up at Daisuke from his place in the air. "Could you just get me down? I think the blood is going to make my head explode." He groaned, turning his head to look straight down at the hard concrete floor below. With a shudder, he realized he was only inches from having his head splattered in a billion pieces around the floor.
Grinning, Daisuke grabbed Ken's foot and started to work it loose from the thick cables that hung him only a few feet from eternal doom. "You might want to watch your head, you're going to fall in less than oh.." the tanned skin boy trailed off, Ken's foot suddenly came loose and his head impacted the ground with a dull thud. "...Hmm," Daisuke spectated calmly. "...Y'okay?"
"OW! DAMN!" Ken snarled, immediately reaching his hands up to grab his head. Rolling over onto his side, he closed his eyes tightly as the painful throb in his head battered him. Rubbing the soft gloves over his head, his fingers passing through the spiked blue hair, he groaned and stood up in a daze. "What the hell do you think?!"
"Hmm." Daisuke piped thoughtfully, watching Ken slowly stand up, still gripping the top of his head in pain. "Eh heh heh, sorry Ken. Spoke too slow for the warning there... Ehh..." Turning his eyes away, he saw more flashlights' beam through the darkness of the surrounding studio. The director yelled orders for everyone to remain calm and walk outside while the technicians try to figure out what happened. With a sigh he tugged on the side of Ken's cape and pulled him along through the cables, being cautious to step over them. "Dude, faster man."
"I've got a lump forming on my head the size of a stupid beach ball, I can feel it, and you tell me to walk faster?" Ken grumped, obviously in a freshly bad mood due to his little miscalculated accident. Daisuke just sighed and pulled Ken along, stumbling across the studio with only a single flashlight to guide their way.
With a groan Ken shook his head, free of the daze though the throbbing of the building lump was still noticeable. "Hmph, spoke too slow. Why didn't you just say it?" Ken growled at Daisuke, still being pulled ahead by the boy who was gripping a fold of his navy blue cape in his hand.
"You fell before I got it out, geez Ken, I know you got hurt and all, but like, lighten up? We still have to- gah- find our way out of this maze." Daisuke explained, tripping briefly over a cable while he spoke. Seeing a soft light emit from someplace, Daisuke thought it was the door and slowly made his way over to it. His guess was right as he felt around for the long door handle, pressing against it, they stumbled out into people waiting outside with more flashlights.
"The lights went out in the whole studio. Everybody's all here as far as I can tell, you two were the last." Takeru said, shining his flashlight on Ken and Daisuke's faces, they winced at the light.
"Dude, could you like, point that someplace else? Man!" Daisuke remarked, rolling his eyes as he raised a hand up and rubbed them. He yawned and glanced around, finally letting go of Ken's cape. Shrugging he guided his way with the flashlight as he pushed through the group and stalked off to go find his trailer.
Ken followed, taking off his glasses and slipping them on his forehead, the tips getting tangled in his spiked blue hair and staying. Looking around frantically with his exposed violet eyes, he trailed after Daisuke who had the flashlight, wondering where Kiyoshi was. Knowing the little guy was afraid of the dark and thunderstorms, he hoped he was okay.
"Ken!" Kiyoshi called, pushing through the group he reached out in the darkness to grab his passing older brother. Managing to grab his hand, Kiyoshi got pulled along as Ken wrapped his fingers around the kid's small hand tightly. The two siblings trailed after Daisuke to the back where all their trailers were located.
Watching the flashlight bounce through the darkness, Daisuke set it on the door that waited for him a few feet ahead. Pushing his hand against it, he slammed the door open and walked out into the parking lot. A downpour was happening, huge raindrops fell in constant sheets, slamming against the pavement. Kiyoshi hopped to Ken's side and grabbed his cape, shielding himself from the rain with the thin material.
With a slight grin, Ken looked down at Kiyoshi, peering through the rain. Putting his glasses back on, the raindrops soon started to soak through his costume as he walked through the back lot to find their trailer. Walking carefully up the steps with Kiyoshi still using his cape for a makeshift umbrella, Ken grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind them and sighed. Standing on the mat, water droplets dripped from the sagging tips of his hair onto the tile floor.
"Yo midget, think fast, eh?" He grabbed a towel and threw it at his younger brother, the small look-a-like reached up, unable to catch it the towel landed on his head.
"Tink fazt! Eh heh heh!" Kiyoshi giggled under the rag.
Grinning with a slight chuckle, Ken stepped around the clothing that littered the floor and made his way to the small bathroom, he would need a shower and get dressed into casual clothes before Daisuke came over.
Setting a shaky foot on top of the build up mountain of various materials he'd have to idea about, Ken sighed. Standing there, he looked up at the wires that hung only an arm's reach above him; he was that high up. Looking down to see the view from at the very top, he peered over the edge and nearly lost his balance. Standing there uneasily, he glanced at the camera crew that had to follow him up as well. They were lazing around behind him, leaning against the railing with ease; they weren't the type of people to be afraid of heights.
With a sigh, Ken stood there drumming his fingers against his thigh in boredom. The only lights inside the studio were the high-powered studio lights, which hung from the ceiling and were set up on the floor below. They lit up the entire place where they were filming, though you could tell it wasn't natural light. With a blink, Ken peered past his violet shades to the floor. A loud crack, following an earth-shaking boom announced the murderous storm raging overhead outside the steel walls of the studio.
The loud bang made Ken jump as he glanced around quickly, gripping the handle of his whip uneasily rolling it between his fingers. He couldn't wait until this entire thing was over for today; he hated electrical storms. They weren't the best type of storm in the world, killers actually. They were the kind that struck the ground with thick flashes of lightning. Meaning anyone or anything could be hit.
"Psst, kid, your line. You missed your-" A camera operator was trying to get Ken's attention before the director could yell at him, noticing he was daydreaming. It failed when a voice rose up from the ground, directed at Ken.
"KEN! ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?! SAY YOUR LINE!"
Ken's left eye widened and twitched, staring out into space at the sudden outrage of the director. He made no movement, as his large glasses slipped down onto the tip of his nose, revealing his quivering eye. His lips were concocted into a nervous stretch of curving line. He stood there, standing that way, dazed, loosely holding his whip.
"KEN!" The director shouted, cupping both of his hands around his mouth to scream up at the spiky haired boy on top of the fake mountain. Noticing the boy jump, the director shook his head and walked back to his chair, snapping his fingers. "Again."
A small man rushed up to Ralph, the director's side, and held up a fresh water bottle. "More water, sir?! Donut? Danish?"
"SHUT UP Arnie!" The director snapped. "I don't need your goddamn danishes. Now get out of here, we're filming!" He waved off the man with frustration, and turned his attention back to the disco queen on the mountain. "Continue, Ken!"
"Uhmm.. More trouble! Has found..you? OH MY GOD WATCH OUT LOOK THERE IT GOES!" Ken thrust out his arm, pointing out into the distance.
"Okay..." The director said calmly, "Somebody's been having to much SUGAR..." He huffed, "CUT!"
A scrawny brunette male wearing a black headset popped his head in front of the director, with a black and white striped board piece, attached to the main part, which was mostly white. Numbers in red marker were written on the white blotches of plastic space. "Digimon Adventures; Ken's secret, Episode something, Take two!" He zipped out of sight again.
"God, damnit! Get the hell out of the way!" Ralph shouted at the speedy man that just poofed in and out of picture.
Clearing his throat, Ken looked up at the oversized microphone, which hung over his head. Looking back at the ground, he took in a breath and prepared to say his lines. "More trouble has found YOU!" He stated in that cruel and sarcastic he achieved when saying his lines. He was an evil character after all, of course he had to sound the part.
"Deejeemmoonnn Emperrrrrawwwrrr." Daisuke grinned, playing around and aggravating the director more. "Whuuttt hafff yoouuu done to maaiii friieenndzzzz?" Davis snickered, eyeing the director while he said his lines.
"..Now that's a weird way of saying my name." Ken blinked, "Huhm...never heard that one before." His voice booming on the microphone so Daisuke could hear his remark, Daisuke continued to grin.
"CUT! ARGH!" Ralph stood up and immediately threw down his black beret hat. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" The director shouted at Daisuke, pointing an accusing finger. The tiny assistant director, Mikashira, ran over and picked up Ralph's hat, and snuggly secured it back on the taller man's head, standing on her tip toes, then frolicking off. Ralph turned his head up to glare at Ken, retracting his arm to his side again. "All right, moving on. The part where Daisuke meets the Emperor face to face." The director fumed, standing beside the camera as Daisuke moved into place at the base of the hill. The rest of the cast hung from a walkway disguised as a rock bridge, harnesses wrapped beneath the rope surrounding their arms.
Daisuke started to climb the rocks of the sandy man-made terrain; he stopped and raised his head, his goggles reflecting the light off their plastic lenses. Lowering his eyes, he spots Ken along the top ridge of the hill, a blue screen behind him, though on camera it appears as the sky. "There he is! You're gonna get it!" He shouts at the Digimon Emperor determinedly.
With a smirk, Ken eases back on his heels, opening his mouth to let forth a mocking laughter. The microphone picks it up, allowing for it to echo as if they were standing in a real canyon. "Ooh, I am so scared." Ken smirks sarcastically, eyeing Daisuke below him. That line was easy to remember, seeming as how it was spoken almost naturally.
"Let my friends go!" Daisuke slowly grinned, eyeing Ken back. "What have you done with them?" He shouted, sounding serious though his face foretold he was up to something already. Another trick to anger the director even more, though he couldn't fire them, they could still grind his nerves.
"Take a look! Your 'friends' are at my mercy, and so it would appear are you." Ken smirked, motioning with his head towards the group, which was tied up and hanging from the disguised walkway like cocoons.
"Oh no! Pleaze don't hurt them! I beg you! Take meeeeeeee!!!" Daisuke wailed, throwing himself down on the ground with his arms spread out. He was grinning into the sand, just picturing Ken's reaction right about now.
"Uhm.. Uh.. ..Huh?" Ken blinked, Daisuke messing up the script and therefore messing up him. He shook his head, looking down at the sprawled Daisuke on the ground way down below. "Daisuke! You idiot!" Ken howled, grabbing a styrofoam rock and throwing it down at him, though he was grinning himself. He watched as the lightweight rock drifted downward towards Daisuke, landing on his head and being cushioned in his poofy hair.
Groans of protest let out from the swinging group of other kids. Shaking their heads some rolled their eyes, while others just sighed. They wondered why the director wouldn't fire these clowns. "Oh come on you two!" Iori growled, wriggling around in his harness, he wish he could get his hands on either one of them.
"My god Ken! Daisuke! FREAKS!" Miyako screeched, also trying to get free and grab something, she reached out for anything, even the stuffed Hawkmon at her side, if she could get the plush eagle loose and chuck it at them, she'd be happy.
None of their shrieks and screams were as loud as the directors though. He yelled above all their voices, even the high-pitched Miyako's. "YOU TWO EITHER GROW UP OR SHIP OUT! TAKE THIS JOB SERIOUSLY!" He screamed, throwing his script down on the floor, only to be scooped up by the small assistant director. She was smiling and waving proudly at the two boys, handing the director back his script.
Daisuke burst out laughing, he rolled around in the sand at the director. First pointing his index finger at Ralph, he moved it and pointed up at Ken. "You can't take someone dressed like that seriously!" He snickered, opening an eye and peeking out at Ken, who was actually grinning. "Look! He's the king of disco! Disco jockey Ken!"
A grin spread across Ken's lips as he nodded down at Daisuke. The entire cast and crew stared up at him in wonderment as he spun around, placed a hand on his hip and raised his right hand to point up at the roof professionally. "Music, Daisuke." He grinned, staring ahead, avoiding the gazes of the cast and crew below him. A bright light shone in his eyes, reflecting off his glasses as someone placed a spotlight on him.
Below, Daisuke ran to the sounds room, pulling a tape out of his pocket marked "Mad Beats" he slid it into a slot and pushed play. Overhead from all the speakers in the studio, the song "Stayin' Alive" remixed by Chris Sheppard boomed overhead. Ken tapped his foot, listening to the beat to start up.
With a grin, he slipped into action as he smoothly moon walked across the rough surface of the mountaintop he stood on. Sliding his feet backwards behind him, he moved his arms sinuously in front of him, creating the action of waves. Moving his shoulder to the beat, he ended his moon walk with a twist, his navy blue cape spun around him then wavered at his sides as he stopped with his right foot placed in front of him.
Sliding his right hand up into the air, he pointed at the roof with his index finger. Diving it back down to the floor, he spread his feet shoulder length apart, bending them at the knees. Dipping to the beat, his index finger pointed at the roof with perfect timing.
Below Daisuke laughed as he watched Ken goof off, listening to the other's comments with a snicker. Standing up, he walked over to the group of others as they were watching Ken disco expertly up on his high point. Snapping his own fingers to the beat, Daisuke placed an elbow on Kari's shoulder and leaned on her with a smirk.
"Man, you can tell he's been practicing." Takeru blinked his blue eyes, staring up at the form of Ken doing the disco.
Kari nodded, "I think he does that a little -too- well... You think he's gay?" She blinked, querying the question back to Takeru.
Takeru grinned, "Daisuke would know."
"Hey! I only touched his ass ONE TIME!" Daisuke shouted in defense.
Hikari casted a quick glare to Daisuke, just now realizing he was leaning on her shoulder. Reaching a hand up, she pushed it off of her as if he was infected with something. "Cooties, hmph," Hikari spat. "Don't touch me with nothin' that was near Ken's ass!"
"Better get Miyako away from you then," Takeru smiled.
"HEY!" Miyako blushed through the red anger on her face, she wiggled around in the harness she was tied up in to smack the blonde boy upside the head.
Iori just blinked and stood by, saying nothing at all.
Just then the storm outside grew fierce as ever overhead as a loud booming could be heard. The microphones gave a screech of feedback as the sides of the wall rattled and the lights went out. The entire studio let out a scream as everything went pitch black inside, including the adults who also became surprised and shocked when the kids screamed loudly.
Leaping into the air, Ken took a step back, feeling no more ground behind him, he let out a scream, chiming in with the rest. Feeling the air start to rush past him, he reached his hand out on instinct to grab anyone or anything to pull him back up to safety. Feeling a few wires get grasped in his grip, he hung on with a sigh of unheard relief. The whites of his eyes were the only thing seen through the darkness. He blinked, listening to the faint rips of plastic. The wires soon came apart and fell around him as he plummeted into the dark below.
Spinning through the air, his cape being tangled around his form as he fell, he felt wires brush against his arms and legs. Making a grab for them, he soon got his foot tangled and tried to wrench free as he fell. In a matter of a few seconds, Ken lurched to a halt, hanging by his foot being tangled in the mess of wires. Though he couldn't see anything through the darkness, he realized the shrieks and screams died down.
Swinging back and forth, upside-down, his foot caught in the tangle of wires, he closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his head, praying for him to not smack up against any electrified walls or cameras. The last thing he wanted was to receive a blow to the head after nearly receiving a heart attack. Hearing people move around outside of his material made cave, he struggled against the black folds around him.
"Get that back-up power on! Come on people! Where is everyone?" The director shouted out, various beams of light dimly sliding through the darkness as people settled down and just walked around. Few slammed into cameras and cursed while looking for a flashlight. A glint of light shining into his face, Ken winced, almost going blind.
"What the-?" Daisuke blinked from behind the flashlight. He grabbed Ken and slowed him down to just hanging in the center. A grin spreading across his face, Daisuke started to laugh. "Man, Ken, so I guess it -was- you who screamed the loudest." He laughed.
Ken snorted and shook his head at Daisuke, staring at him with his violet eyes in annoyance. Sticking his tongue out, he waved his arms around, looking up at Daisuke from his place in the air. "Could you just get me down? I think the blood is going to make my head explode." He groaned, turning his head to look straight down at the hard concrete floor below. With a shudder, he realized he was only inches from having his head splattered in a billion pieces around the floor.
Grinning, Daisuke grabbed Ken's foot and started to work it loose from the thick cables that hung him only a few feet from eternal doom. "You might want to watch your head, you're going to fall in less than oh.." the tanned skin boy trailed off, Ken's foot suddenly came loose and his head impacted the ground with a dull thud. "...Hmm," Daisuke spectated calmly. "...Y'okay?"
"OW! DAMN!" Ken snarled, immediately reaching his hands up to grab his head. Rolling over onto his side, he closed his eyes tightly as the painful throb in his head battered him. Rubbing the soft gloves over his head, his fingers passing through the spiked blue hair, he groaned and stood up in a daze. "What the hell do you think?!"
"Hmm." Daisuke piped thoughtfully, watching Ken slowly stand up, still gripping the top of his head in pain. "Eh heh heh, sorry Ken. Spoke too slow for the warning there... Ehh..." Turning his eyes away, he saw more flashlights' beam through the darkness of the surrounding studio. The director yelled orders for everyone to remain calm and walk outside while the technicians try to figure out what happened. With a sigh he tugged on the side of Ken's cape and pulled him along through the cables, being cautious to step over them. "Dude, faster man."
"I've got a lump forming on my head the size of a stupid beach ball, I can feel it, and you tell me to walk faster?" Ken grumped, obviously in a freshly bad mood due to his little miscalculated accident. Daisuke just sighed and pulled Ken along, stumbling across the studio with only a single flashlight to guide their way.
With a groan Ken shook his head, free of the daze though the throbbing of the building lump was still noticeable. "Hmph, spoke too slow. Why didn't you just say it?" Ken growled at Daisuke, still being pulled ahead by the boy who was gripping a fold of his navy blue cape in his hand.
"You fell before I got it out, geez Ken, I know you got hurt and all, but like, lighten up? We still have to- gah- find our way out of this maze." Daisuke explained, tripping briefly over a cable while he spoke. Seeing a soft light emit from someplace, Daisuke thought it was the door and slowly made his way over to it. His guess was right as he felt around for the long door handle, pressing against it, they stumbled out into people waiting outside with more flashlights.
"The lights went out in the whole studio. Everybody's all here as far as I can tell, you two were the last." Takeru said, shining his flashlight on Ken and Daisuke's faces, they winced at the light.
"Dude, could you like, point that someplace else? Man!" Daisuke remarked, rolling his eyes as he raised a hand up and rubbed them. He yawned and glanced around, finally letting go of Ken's cape. Shrugging he guided his way with the flashlight as he pushed through the group and stalked off to go find his trailer.
Ken followed, taking off his glasses and slipping them on his forehead, the tips getting tangled in his spiked blue hair and staying. Looking around frantically with his exposed violet eyes, he trailed after Daisuke who had the flashlight, wondering where Kiyoshi was. Knowing the little guy was afraid of the dark and thunderstorms, he hoped he was okay.
"Ken!" Kiyoshi called, pushing through the group he reached out in the darkness to grab his passing older brother. Managing to grab his hand, Kiyoshi got pulled along as Ken wrapped his fingers around the kid's small hand tightly. The two siblings trailed after Daisuke to the back where all their trailers were located.
Watching the flashlight bounce through the darkness, Daisuke set it on the door that waited for him a few feet ahead. Pushing his hand against it, he slammed the door open and walked out into the parking lot. A downpour was happening, huge raindrops fell in constant sheets, slamming against the pavement. Kiyoshi hopped to Ken's side and grabbed his cape, shielding himself from the rain with the thin material.
With a slight grin, Ken looked down at Kiyoshi, peering through the rain. Putting his glasses back on, the raindrops soon started to soak through his costume as he walked through the back lot to find their trailer. Walking carefully up the steps with Kiyoshi still using his cape for a makeshift umbrella, Ken grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind them and sighed. Standing on the mat, water droplets dripped from the sagging tips of his hair onto the tile floor.
"Yo midget, think fast, eh?" He grabbed a towel and threw it at his younger brother, the small look-a-like reached up, unable to catch it the towel landed on his head.
"Tink fazt! Eh heh heh!" Kiyoshi giggled under the rag.
Grinning with a slight chuckle, Ken stepped around the clothing that littered the floor and made his way to the small bathroom, he would need a shower and get dressed into casual clothes before Daisuke came over.