[K-F. K (Kung-Fu Ken, not Kentucky Fried Ken): Lmfao, like the new name?
XD! Anyways, man, this is getting long. Oh well, fun, 'specially with
Danneh help. Dude, chapter nine, I think that's the longest I ever went
with a fic.. And guess what? It's not stopping! *Insane cackle* Oh the
torture!
For those of you who've actually been wondering what the hell's happened to the -real- Ken and Davis (Yeh, dubbed named, bwah.) Uhmm, you're about to find out. Yup. For those who actually care.. ;; And why isn't anybody reviewing? O_o!
D: Except that Ann person. XD YOU GO ANN PERSON. O_O]
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Landing against the concrete floor, the Digimon Kaiser, Ken Ichijouji let out a grunt as his right shoulder impacted. Lying there, he felt the loose silky strands of his hair fall over his face. Becoming aware of the absence of his golden-framed glasses, Ken immediately sat up and opened his eyes. Peering into the darkness around him, he heard someone else breathing steadily beside him. Lowering his flat heliotrope eyes, he searched the area around him with his hands padding down across the cold cement floor. Feeling something soft and warm beneath his fingertips, he pulled his hand back and glared at it as the person began to stir.
Davis Motomiya sat up and groaned, reaching a hand up to the back of his head. As he came through the twisting tunnel, he slammed his head harshly on the ground, a freshly painful lump starting to form. Feeling the black strap keeping his goggles in place, he blinked as he heard someone else beside him.
"Huh? Who's there?" The boy asked in his squeaky voice, reaching a hand out, he felt around the dark environment blindly. Groping through the darkness, his hand struck against something smooth and firm, something juts out from the squishy surface. Feeling along the object, he found a nub and squeezed it in between his thumb and forefinger with a grin, the person letting out a snarl of protest, was the Digimon Kaiser.
"Ow! That's my nose you insolent little fool!" Ken snarled, his voice sounding choked and high-pitched with helium as Davis pinched his nose and refused to let go. Flinging his right arm up, he struck it against Davis's, his hand being ripped away from his sore, tender nose. A foul mood sprayed over Ken's voice, with a faintly seen scowl directed at Davis in the midst of the insufficient light around them. Clenching his teeth as harshly as he could, he growled, the words shaking with his attempt of amassing rage. "Don't you EVER honk my button!" His nasty look deafening, he pulled both of his hands to his face in annoyance, and briefly stroked his nose with his fingertips before rising to his feet. Looking around, a dull light came from one of the screens in his control room. Spotting it with his lifeless lilac eyes, Ken strolled over to it, stumbling through the darkness as his temper flared with each trip. Mumbled and muffled curses caroded over the airwaves everytime he struck something, staggering onward in the dark to the flamboyant screen.
Huffing silently, still blazed about the nose incident just moments before, Ken knocked his head on an overhanging studio light with a dull bang, instantly haulting his footwork. The lamp fixture swung back on impact, screaming for oil as it wildly swayed back and forth. Lips concocting into an outraged loss of temper, Ken immediately wobbled back on the hit and shook his head.
"GAH! FOOLISH lamp! DARE OPPOSE ME?!" He hollared, and swung a firm fist at the metal encased light, slugging it hard with a gutteral growl. Shooting backwards on its cord towards the ceiling, gravity whipped the light forward, sending it speeding straight down again on its wire and slamming into Ken's forehead and nose. A spurt of heated wetness trickled down his upper lip from a nostril, a trace of a gasp opening his mouth. Ken's lips quickly contorted into cruelty again, as did his eyes. "Hmph," he snorted, rubbing his nose again and finding the blood under it. "...You may've one this time, lamp, but I'll get you yet!" Casting one last death glare at the object as he passed by, he forgot the matter for now and continued walking. Beaten, by a lamp.
"THIS ISN'T OVER!" He called back in rage, spinning on his heels to face it from afar, thrusting out his arm and aiming an accusing index finger at it, the other hand holding his poor bloody nose.
"Hey, Ken! Get back here, Kaiser!" Davis glared at the retreating figure, who he noted just began walking away again. He strained his dark brown eyes against the bright light emitting off the main monitor in the Kaiser's control room. Wondering why the Kaiser was wearing his typical clothing, Davis stood up and walked clumsily through the dark surroundings, tripping over strewn wires, tape, and camera bases after Ken.
"Never call me Ken, pathetic Digifool! Don't even pursue me, leave or else!" Ken hissed, abruptly turning around to face Davis as he came up behind him, his glare and leaking blood unreadable from his face being hidden in the shadows, the glowing moniter surface behind him. Raising his right fist, he curled his upper lip at Davis in a challenging matter.
Davis stood back and gave a smirk of his own, there was no way he would be frightened of the Digimon Kaiser. Furrowing his eyebrows in a determined look, Davis stared back at Ken. Sliding his feet both shoulder length apart, he bent his knees and held his fists out in front of him.
"Or else what, Ken?" The cinnamon skinned boy asked; emphasizing the Kaiser's true name, knowing it would anger him more. As he stared at Ken, his dark brown eyes flickered with defiance.
"Or else I'll...I'll...I'LL BEAT YOUR FANNY! NYAH! AHA! AHAHAH..." He bent over slightly, holding his knees then shooting his upper body up again, sprawling down his arms at his sides, hands made into fists, throwing his head back. "HAH! HAHAHA!" Finding it evilly hilarious, Ken opened a palm and sissily slapped Davis girlishly across the face. "Ooooh! Hah! Take-ith that!"
"OW! Hey!" Surprised, Davis rubbed his stinging cheek with his palm. "Don't GIRL slap me!" His eyes were wide. Pressing the tip of his index finger into the crease in his thumb, his other three fingers fanned out, Davis flicked Ken in the forehead.
"Argh!" Ken rubbed his brow, and shot a narrowed look of eyes back at Davis. "OH IT'S ON NOW."
"BRING IT ON WOMAN!"
Ken bent his elbows, palms facing up against Davis and he shoved the boy's chest. "Huh? What punk?! You wanna bring it on?!"
"Yeah I'll BRING it on, I'll bring my fist to your face!" Davis shoved Ken back, both then commencing into a a fit of pushing each other. Flapping hands smacking each other simultaneously in a tangle of defensive arms, feminine squeaks and grunts being thrown every which way.
Pushing each other apart again, both huffing out pants with gripped fists. Ken was the first to speak up, as they again stood still in silence once more, having regained normal breathing. His eyes darkened and they glared. "...I'll smack you to Nantucket."
"I'll smack you to Kentucky Fried Chicken." Davis glared back.
A silence passed by.
"COME ON!" Ken suddenly shouted and smacked Davis one.
"OW! My freakin EYE, man!"
"Uhn! What's my name!" Ken slapped Davis across the face again, this time in the other direction, using his backhand.
"Dude!" Davis re-adjusted his jaw, shaking his head and the pain off.
Ken blackened again, regaining his anger. The very idea of this prissy little surfer wannabe daring to even challenge him struck a cord. The blood from his nose was smeared down across his cheek, just breaching traceable. His fingers curled accordingly into his palm. "You really don't want to make me angry! Fool! I can kick your ass around like nothing, just to put you in your place; beneath my shoes." Ken snarled, clenching his fist even tighter. Sliding his right foot ahead, he eased his entire weight onto as his slide forward. Pushing off the floor, he leapt into the air and outstretched his arms; his fingers curved like the wicked claws of an attacking creature.
Watching Ken leap and sail through the air towards him, Davis swung his body to the side and leapt out of the way just in time to see the grey suited Kaiser fly past and slam into something within the darkness behind him. The longhaired assaulter fell to the ground with a dull thud, falling silent. Davis blinked his cinnamon eyes and tried peering through the black as best he could, being unable to make anything out.
"Ken? Ken are you there?" Davis questioned, kneeling on the ground and plunging his arms out blindly. Searching the floor, his fingers trailed along the rough cement, snatching at whatever he could get his hands on to see if it was Ken.
A snarl arouse again as a fist swung through the shadows. The light from the monitor reflecting off the grey cloth of Ken's school uniform dully. Curled knuckles slammed into the side of Davis's jaw, forcing the boy to fall back against the ground. The world's first fistfight in darkness was about to begin.
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[S.K.: Scene change! Real World Ken. Lmfao, don't get confused? O__o;]
Standing there in front of the monitors, Ken tilted his head back as he squinted at them all. The shades he donned made everything he saw have a mauve tint. Not hearing the voices of the DigiDestineds ganging up on the confused Daisuke whom they believed to be the real Davis Motomiya, he wondered what was going on back home at the moment. Standing in silence, no movement or sound was to be heard in the quiet evil Kaiser's fortress. Spread out before him on flat screens were the different views of the entire Digital World, how bright and untouched by humanity it looked.
"Ma..Ken, what are you looking at?" Wormmon questioned, finally cocking his head up at the silent form of Ken, viewing him with curious blue eyes still unable to get used to calling this new, yet puzzlingly familiar Ken by his name.
"Mmm.. The sky. The Digital World. The amazement." Ken replied, sounding far away and distracted, no hint of cruelty in his voice. With a sigh, he turned around and looked down at Wormmon, his eyes hidden behind the violet shades he wore. A small smile slowly spread across his mouth as he raised his head and easily strolled out of the dark control room.
Folding his arms against the small of his back, Ken started to walk down the steps, Wormmon staying at the top of the stairs. Hearing the clicking of the bug's claws, Ken stopped and continued staring ahead.
"I'm going to tour the base, you don't have to watch my back all the time you know." He said, the suggestion of wanting to be alone embedded gently within his voice. Without waiting for another word from Wormmon, Ken started down the stairs again, humming a random classical tune; In The Hall of The Mountain King.
[S.K.: Lmfao, that piece is cool. ..oo]
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Slowly rising to his feet, the small boy sniffled and brushed off his scraped hands and knees. Looking around, Kiyoshi sniffled again and wiped his wet eyes with the back of his small hand. The vortex ride was scary and the landing didn't help. All he wanted was to find Ken or Daisuke.
Toddling his way between the huge tree trunks, Kiyoshi raised his head and blinked up at the crystal clear blue sky. His scared amethyst eyes reflected the beads of light off their moist surface, as he weaved his way between the thick tree trunks of the Digital World. All around him, the tall pillars of wood stretched towards the sky, seeming to touch it from Kiyoshi's point of view.
"KENNN!! DAITHUKEE!! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Kiyoshi called into the dense surroundings, his voice strained and sounding of a wail.
Continuing to walk through the thick forest, Kiyoshi looked around in awe. Opening his eyes widely, he blinked as he picked his way through the thick underbrush, wondering where the sounds of the animals were.
"Where's the birdies?" Kiyoshi wondered out loud, stopping beside an overgrown fern and sat down beneath it. His eyebrows lifted in a worried expression, he just sat there in silence, hoping for someone to find him and take him home.
As the sky loomed above him, peering through the treetops was a scarlet sunset, gradually spreading out into a hazy azure blue. Kiyoshi edged his way through the mess on the ground, pebbles grinding beneath his shoes as he dragged the rubber soles through the dirt.
Whimpering as the sun started to go down, Kiyoshi pulled up his knees and hugged them to his chest. He wanted to be with someone and not alone in the dark. He was always afraid of the dark, though not with Ken.
"I want my bruddah..." Kiyoshi sniffled, his back pressed against the overhanging fern he sat under. Looking out into the dark, his bottom lip protruded and started to tremble as he pulled his knees tighter against himself. Shivering from both fright and chill, Kiyoshi nuzzled the side of his face against the top of his knee.
"KEEENNN!! DAITHUUUKKKEE!!!" Kiyoshi screamed out into the surrounding darkness once again, unable to see his own body curled beneath him. A sob escaping his throat, he choked and suddenly burst out into tears.
Hearing a rustling around him, something poked him in the side and withdrew once he flinched. Letting a scream wail past his lips, Kiyoshi leapt to his feet and bolted straight ahead, only to slam into something right in front of him. The creature let out a grunt and fell back, obviously not expecting the sudden charge of the little figure in front of him.
"Uch! Hey you! Watch it!" Growled a masculine voice from the ground, sounds of rustling being heard as he slid to his feet. Two pairs of claws shot out and gripped Kiyoshi's arms tightly.
Letting out a scream, Kiyoshi felt the different hands clamp down around the top part of his arm. Unable to see anything, Kiyoshi struggled as hard as he could, though not as strong as the creatures that stood beside him. He tried to snort up mucus from his runny nose, though part of it came oozing down to the corner of his gaped mouth, where drool was beginning to form and drip down onto the secured hands of his attackers.
"Help! Leb me go!" The small child cried, grunting as he tugged his arms and kicked his legs.
"It's a small human. Hmm.. its scent is familiar." A hiss came from beside Kiyoshi's right ear, their warm breath brushing across his jaw. The tight grasp of both their hands releasing, causing Kiyoshi to fall to his knees unexpectedly.
"Eww! What is this...?!" An inquisitive eye grew larger than the other in the darkness, the man accidentally sinking his touch into the child's drool and snot. Pulling his palm and fingers upward to himself, he observed it keenly through brittle light still left behind. "Some sort of...human defense mechanism." His eyes narrowed underneath the shade, looking back up.
"...Your boogers don't scare me, kid." He spat, being face to face with Kiyoshi now. "Come with us." The main voice growled, gripping the side of the tiny boy's shirt and dragging him forward.
Kiyoshi blinked and sniffled in the dark, wondering what was happening when he was grabbed and pulled ahead. Stumbling, he landed against whoever it was that pulled him. Widening his eyes, he blinked and let out a whoosh of air as he was lifted into the air. Remaining silent, Kiyoshi froze as he was slung over the small bony shoulder of the man who gripped him.
The group of three with their new captive trailed through the pitch-black forest, picking their way easily through the undergrowth towards several buildings. A small Digimon town, though they approached with more caution then they normally would.
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"Dude! I'm not crazy! I swear! Give me a break! Maann!" Daisuke cried, still struggling against T.K. and Yolei whom restrained him. Propelling his arms ahead with all his might, he overpowered the both of them. Taking a step forward, Veemon and Hawkmon grabbed him around the ankle, causing him to trip and fall flat on his face. "Ow."
T.K. and Yolei turned around, picking him up on the count of three and setting him on his feet. They both eyed him suspiciously as Kari and Cody stood before him. The group gathered around and stared at him as if he was a freak show being presented. How unsettling. He mentally raised an eyebrow, figuring they all might as well've had apples in their hands with a sign posted next to him stating not to feed the animals.
"Hey guys, the sun is going down and I think we should go home. Who wants to help Davis?" Kari asked, turning her head up at the darkening sky. The Digital light began to fade; their parents would be worried if they weren't there for dinner anyways.
"..Davis? I'm not Davis. I'm Daisuke." Daisuke said, turning his head and fixing a correcting gaze on Kari. He blinked and looked up at the sky as well.
"Okay buddy, I think we should go home now." Veemon called up to Daisuke from the ground. Looking at Daisuke, he raised an eyebrow, looking Daisuke up and down. Drawing in a breath, he took in Daisuke's scent, noticing how it wasn't exactly the same, though extremely close. It was then he realized that this wasn't the Davis he knew.
T.K. glanced at Daisuke sceptically, watching as the boy stared at the sky. He shook his head and raised his hand, turning his view back on Kari. "I'll take him home." He volunteered, casting another sideways glance at Daisuke, noticing how he wasn't paying attention. Typical Davis.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Cody remained silent as he lowered his head and stared at the ground. Letting out an inquisitive "Hmm.." the rest turned to look at him, including Daisuke.
"What'cha thinkin' shrimp?" Daisuke asked, shaking away a blank expression as he looked down at the youngest Digidestined. He began to think about his situation, about how the group was acting differently, and how they strongly believed he was Davis. He finally clued in that he was in the actual Digital World by some freak accident.
I bet that's what the vortex was all about.
..Well if I'm in the real, actual Digital World.. Where's Ken?
Maybe he's not here.. Or in a different place. I did see the tunnel separate and we went our separate ways.
..Oh shit. How the hell do I get back home then? It's not like there's some Back button...Or IS there?
Daisuke raised an eyebrow, spying around for a TV remote control of some sort.
Cody looked back at Daisuke with his cool green eyes, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts before coming back to reality. "I was just thinking about how many slaves the Emperor had up against us today. It was a lot."
Yolei perked a brow and also an interest, turning towards Cody as he spoke. "What do you mean, Cody?" She asked.
"I mean, I think he's actually trying to kill us."
For those of you who've actually been wondering what the hell's happened to the -real- Ken and Davis (Yeh, dubbed named, bwah.) Uhmm, you're about to find out. Yup. For those who actually care.. ;; And why isn't anybody reviewing? O_o!
D: Except that Ann person. XD YOU GO ANN PERSON. O_O]
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Landing against the concrete floor, the Digimon Kaiser, Ken Ichijouji let out a grunt as his right shoulder impacted. Lying there, he felt the loose silky strands of his hair fall over his face. Becoming aware of the absence of his golden-framed glasses, Ken immediately sat up and opened his eyes. Peering into the darkness around him, he heard someone else breathing steadily beside him. Lowering his flat heliotrope eyes, he searched the area around him with his hands padding down across the cold cement floor. Feeling something soft and warm beneath his fingertips, he pulled his hand back and glared at it as the person began to stir.
Davis Motomiya sat up and groaned, reaching a hand up to the back of his head. As he came through the twisting tunnel, he slammed his head harshly on the ground, a freshly painful lump starting to form. Feeling the black strap keeping his goggles in place, he blinked as he heard someone else beside him.
"Huh? Who's there?" The boy asked in his squeaky voice, reaching a hand out, he felt around the dark environment blindly. Groping through the darkness, his hand struck against something smooth and firm, something juts out from the squishy surface. Feeling along the object, he found a nub and squeezed it in between his thumb and forefinger with a grin, the person letting out a snarl of protest, was the Digimon Kaiser.
"Ow! That's my nose you insolent little fool!" Ken snarled, his voice sounding choked and high-pitched with helium as Davis pinched his nose and refused to let go. Flinging his right arm up, he struck it against Davis's, his hand being ripped away from his sore, tender nose. A foul mood sprayed over Ken's voice, with a faintly seen scowl directed at Davis in the midst of the insufficient light around them. Clenching his teeth as harshly as he could, he growled, the words shaking with his attempt of amassing rage. "Don't you EVER honk my button!" His nasty look deafening, he pulled both of his hands to his face in annoyance, and briefly stroked his nose with his fingertips before rising to his feet. Looking around, a dull light came from one of the screens in his control room. Spotting it with his lifeless lilac eyes, Ken strolled over to it, stumbling through the darkness as his temper flared with each trip. Mumbled and muffled curses caroded over the airwaves everytime he struck something, staggering onward in the dark to the flamboyant screen.
Huffing silently, still blazed about the nose incident just moments before, Ken knocked his head on an overhanging studio light with a dull bang, instantly haulting his footwork. The lamp fixture swung back on impact, screaming for oil as it wildly swayed back and forth. Lips concocting into an outraged loss of temper, Ken immediately wobbled back on the hit and shook his head.
"GAH! FOOLISH lamp! DARE OPPOSE ME?!" He hollared, and swung a firm fist at the metal encased light, slugging it hard with a gutteral growl. Shooting backwards on its cord towards the ceiling, gravity whipped the light forward, sending it speeding straight down again on its wire and slamming into Ken's forehead and nose. A spurt of heated wetness trickled down his upper lip from a nostril, a trace of a gasp opening his mouth. Ken's lips quickly contorted into cruelty again, as did his eyes. "Hmph," he snorted, rubbing his nose again and finding the blood under it. "...You may've one this time, lamp, but I'll get you yet!" Casting one last death glare at the object as he passed by, he forgot the matter for now and continued walking. Beaten, by a lamp.
"THIS ISN'T OVER!" He called back in rage, spinning on his heels to face it from afar, thrusting out his arm and aiming an accusing index finger at it, the other hand holding his poor bloody nose.
"Hey, Ken! Get back here, Kaiser!" Davis glared at the retreating figure, who he noted just began walking away again. He strained his dark brown eyes against the bright light emitting off the main monitor in the Kaiser's control room. Wondering why the Kaiser was wearing his typical clothing, Davis stood up and walked clumsily through the dark surroundings, tripping over strewn wires, tape, and camera bases after Ken.
"Never call me Ken, pathetic Digifool! Don't even pursue me, leave or else!" Ken hissed, abruptly turning around to face Davis as he came up behind him, his glare and leaking blood unreadable from his face being hidden in the shadows, the glowing moniter surface behind him. Raising his right fist, he curled his upper lip at Davis in a challenging matter.
Davis stood back and gave a smirk of his own, there was no way he would be frightened of the Digimon Kaiser. Furrowing his eyebrows in a determined look, Davis stared back at Ken. Sliding his feet both shoulder length apart, he bent his knees and held his fists out in front of him.
"Or else what, Ken?" The cinnamon skinned boy asked; emphasizing the Kaiser's true name, knowing it would anger him more. As he stared at Ken, his dark brown eyes flickered with defiance.
"Or else I'll...I'll...I'LL BEAT YOUR FANNY! NYAH! AHA! AHAHAH..." He bent over slightly, holding his knees then shooting his upper body up again, sprawling down his arms at his sides, hands made into fists, throwing his head back. "HAH! HAHAHA!" Finding it evilly hilarious, Ken opened a palm and sissily slapped Davis girlishly across the face. "Ooooh! Hah! Take-ith that!"
"OW! Hey!" Surprised, Davis rubbed his stinging cheek with his palm. "Don't GIRL slap me!" His eyes were wide. Pressing the tip of his index finger into the crease in his thumb, his other three fingers fanned out, Davis flicked Ken in the forehead.
"Argh!" Ken rubbed his brow, and shot a narrowed look of eyes back at Davis. "OH IT'S ON NOW."
"BRING IT ON WOMAN!"
Ken bent his elbows, palms facing up against Davis and he shoved the boy's chest. "Huh? What punk?! You wanna bring it on?!"
"Yeah I'll BRING it on, I'll bring my fist to your face!" Davis shoved Ken back, both then commencing into a a fit of pushing each other. Flapping hands smacking each other simultaneously in a tangle of defensive arms, feminine squeaks and grunts being thrown every which way.
Pushing each other apart again, both huffing out pants with gripped fists. Ken was the first to speak up, as they again stood still in silence once more, having regained normal breathing. His eyes darkened and they glared. "...I'll smack you to Nantucket."
"I'll smack you to Kentucky Fried Chicken." Davis glared back.
A silence passed by.
"COME ON!" Ken suddenly shouted and smacked Davis one.
"OW! My freakin EYE, man!"
"Uhn! What's my name!" Ken slapped Davis across the face again, this time in the other direction, using his backhand.
"Dude!" Davis re-adjusted his jaw, shaking his head and the pain off.
Ken blackened again, regaining his anger. The very idea of this prissy little surfer wannabe daring to even challenge him struck a cord. The blood from his nose was smeared down across his cheek, just breaching traceable. His fingers curled accordingly into his palm. "You really don't want to make me angry! Fool! I can kick your ass around like nothing, just to put you in your place; beneath my shoes." Ken snarled, clenching his fist even tighter. Sliding his right foot ahead, he eased his entire weight onto as his slide forward. Pushing off the floor, he leapt into the air and outstretched his arms; his fingers curved like the wicked claws of an attacking creature.
Watching Ken leap and sail through the air towards him, Davis swung his body to the side and leapt out of the way just in time to see the grey suited Kaiser fly past and slam into something within the darkness behind him. The longhaired assaulter fell to the ground with a dull thud, falling silent. Davis blinked his cinnamon eyes and tried peering through the black as best he could, being unable to make anything out.
"Ken? Ken are you there?" Davis questioned, kneeling on the ground and plunging his arms out blindly. Searching the floor, his fingers trailed along the rough cement, snatching at whatever he could get his hands on to see if it was Ken.
A snarl arouse again as a fist swung through the shadows. The light from the monitor reflecting off the grey cloth of Ken's school uniform dully. Curled knuckles slammed into the side of Davis's jaw, forcing the boy to fall back against the ground. The world's first fistfight in darkness was about to begin.
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[S.K.: Scene change! Real World Ken. Lmfao, don't get confused? O__o;]
Standing there in front of the monitors, Ken tilted his head back as he squinted at them all. The shades he donned made everything he saw have a mauve tint. Not hearing the voices of the DigiDestineds ganging up on the confused Daisuke whom they believed to be the real Davis Motomiya, he wondered what was going on back home at the moment. Standing in silence, no movement or sound was to be heard in the quiet evil Kaiser's fortress. Spread out before him on flat screens were the different views of the entire Digital World, how bright and untouched by humanity it looked.
"Ma..Ken, what are you looking at?" Wormmon questioned, finally cocking his head up at the silent form of Ken, viewing him with curious blue eyes still unable to get used to calling this new, yet puzzlingly familiar Ken by his name.
"Mmm.. The sky. The Digital World. The amazement." Ken replied, sounding far away and distracted, no hint of cruelty in his voice. With a sigh, he turned around and looked down at Wormmon, his eyes hidden behind the violet shades he wore. A small smile slowly spread across his mouth as he raised his head and easily strolled out of the dark control room.
Folding his arms against the small of his back, Ken started to walk down the steps, Wormmon staying at the top of the stairs. Hearing the clicking of the bug's claws, Ken stopped and continued staring ahead.
"I'm going to tour the base, you don't have to watch my back all the time you know." He said, the suggestion of wanting to be alone embedded gently within his voice. Without waiting for another word from Wormmon, Ken started down the stairs again, humming a random classical tune; In The Hall of The Mountain King.
[S.K.: Lmfao, that piece is cool. ..oo]
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Slowly rising to his feet, the small boy sniffled and brushed off his scraped hands and knees. Looking around, Kiyoshi sniffled again and wiped his wet eyes with the back of his small hand. The vortex ride was scary and the landing didn't help. All he wanted was to find Ken or Daisuke.
Toddling his way between the huge tree trunks, Kiyoshi raised his head and blinked up at the crystal clear blue sky. His scared amethyst eyes reflected the beads of light off their moist surface, as he weaved his way between the thick tree trunks of the Digital World. All around him, the tall pillars of wood stretched towards the sky, seeming to touch it from Kiyoshi's point of view.
"KENNN!! DAITHUKEE!! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Kiyoshi called into the dense surroundings, his voice strained and sounding of a wail.
Continuing to walk through the thick forest, Kiyoshi looked around in awe. Opening his eyes widely, he blinked as he picked his way through the thick underbrush, wondering where the sounds of the animals were.
"Where's the birdies?" Kiyoshi wondered out loud, stopping beside an overgrown fern and sat down beneath it. His eyebrows lifted in a worried expression, he just sat there in silence, hoping for someone to find him and take him home.
As the sky loomed above him, peering through the treetops was a scarlet sunset, gradually spreading out into a hazy azure blue. Kiyoshi edged his way through the mess on the ground, pebbles grinding beneath his shoes as he dragged the rubber soles through the dirt.
Whimpering as the sun started to go down, Kiyoshi pulled up his knees and hugged them to his chest. He wanted to be with someone and not alone in the dark. He was always afraid of the dark, though not with Ken.
"I want my bruddah..." Kiyoshi sniffled, his back pressed against the overhanging fern he sat under. Looking out into the dark, his bottom lip protruded and started to tremble as he pulled his knees tighter against himself. Shivering from both fright and chill, Kiyoshi nuzzled the side of his face against the top of his knee.
"KEEENNN!! DAITHUUUKKKEE!!!" Kiyoshi screamed out into the surrounding darkness once again, unable to see his own body curled beneath him. A sob escaping his throat, he choked and suddenly burst out into tears.
Hearing a rustling around him, something poked him in the side and withdrew once he flinched. Letting a scream wail past his lips, Kiyoshi leapt to his feet and bolted straight ahead, only to slam into something right in front of him. The creature let out a grunt and fell back, obviously not expecting the sudden charge of the little figure in front of him.
"Uch! Hey you! Watch it!" Growled a masculine voice from the ground, sounds of rustling being heard as he slid to his feet. Two pairs of claws shot out and gripped Kiyoshi's arms tightly.
Letting out a scream, Kiyoshi felt the different hands clamp down around the top part of his arm. Unable to see anything, Kiyoshi struggled as hard as he could, though not as strong as the creatures that stood beside him. He tried to snort up mucus from his runny nose, though part of it came oozing down to the corner of his gaped mouth, where drool was beginning to form and drip down onto the secured hands of his attackers.
"Help! Leb me go!" The small child cried, grunting as he tugged his arms and kicked his legs.
"It's a small human. Hmm.. its scent is familiar." A hiss came from beside Kiyoshi's right ear, their warm breath brushing across his jaw. The tight grasp of both their hands releasing, causing Kiyoshi to fall to his knees unexpectedly.
"Eww! What is this...?!" An inquisitive eye grew larger than the other in the darkness, the man accidentally sinking his touch into the child's drool and snot. Pulling his palm and fingers upward to himself, he observed it keenly through brittle light still left behind. "Some sort of...human defense mechanism." His eyes narrowed underneath the shade, looking back up.
"...Your boogers don't scare me, kid." He spat, being face to face with Kiyoshi now. "Come with us." The main voice growled, gripping the side of the tiny boy's shirt and dragging him forward.
Kiyoshi blinked and sniffled in the dark, wondering what was happening when he was grabbed and pulled ahead. Stumbling, he landed against whoever it was that pulled him. Widening his eyes, he blinked and let out a whoosh of air as he was lifted into the air. Remaining silent, Kiyoshi froze as he was slung over the small bony shoulder of the man who gripped him.
The group of three with their new captive trailed through the pitch-black forest, picking their way easily through the undergrowth towards several buildings. A small Digimon town, though they approached with more caution then they normally would.
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"Dude! I'm not crazy! I swear! Give me a break! Maann!" Daisuke cried, still struggling against T.K. and Yolei whom restrained him. Propelling his arms ahead with all his might, he overpowered the both of them. Taking a step forward, Veemon and Hawkmon grabbed him around the ankle, causing him to trip and fall flat on his face. "Ow."
T.K. and Yolei turned around, picking him up on the count of three and setting him on his feet. They both eyed him suspiciously as Kari and Cody stood before him. The group gathered around and stared at him as if he was a freak show being presented. How unsettling. He mentally raised an eyebrow, figuring they all might as well've had apples in their hands with a sign posted next to him stating not to feed the animals.
"Hey guys, the sun is going down and I think we should go home. Who wants to help Davis?" Kari asked, turning her head up at the darkening sky. The Digital light began to fade; their parents would be worried if they weren't there for dinner anyways.
"..Davis? I'm not Davis. I'm Daisuke." Daisuke said, turning his head and fixing a correcting gaze on Kari. He blinked and looked up at the sky as well.
"Okay buddy, I think we should go home now." Veemon called up to Daisuke from the ground. Looking at Daisuke, he raised an eyebrow, looking Daisuke up and down. Drawing in a breath, he took in Daisuke's scent, noticing how it wasn't exactly the same, though extremely close. It was then he realized that this wasn't the Davis he knew.
T.K. glanced at Daisuke sceptically, watching as the boy stared at the sky. He shook his head and raised his hand, turning his view back on Kari. "I'll take him home." He volunteered, casting another sideways glance at Daisuke, noticing how he wasn't paying attention. Typical Davis.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Cody remained silent as he lowered his head and stared at the ground. Letting out an inquisitive "Hmm.." the rest turned to look at him, including Daisuke.
"What'cha thinkin' shrimp?" Daisuke asked, shaking away a blank expression as he looked down at the youngest Digidestined. He began to think about his situation, about how the group was acting differently, and how they strongly believed he was Davis. He finally clued in that he was in the actual Digital World by some freak accident.
I bet that's what the vortex was all about.
..Well if I'm in the real, actual Digital World.. Where's Ken?
Maybe he's not here.. Or in a different place. I did see the tunnel separate and we went our separate ways.
..Oh shit. How the hell do I get back home then? It's not like there's some Back button...Or IS there?
Daisuke raised an eyebrow, spying around for a TV remote control of some sort.
Cody looked back at Daisuke with his cool green eyes, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts before coming back to reality. "I was just thinking about how many slaves the Emperor had up against us today. It was a lot."
Yolei perked a brow and also an interest, turning towards Cody as he spoke. "What do you mean, Cody?" She asked.
"I mean, I think he's actually trying to kill us."