Two distinct plushies being held by a pair of black clothed hands walk
across the edge of a thick navy blue comforter, the Digimon Emperor and
Miyako; the Digimon Emperor plushie's arms wrapped around the neck of the
Miyako plushie. In the background, various spikes of blue hair poke up from
the edge of the bed.
"Help! Help me! Somebody! Oh T.k.! T.k. my Gilligan impersonator! Help me and we shall screw like mad rabbits!" Ken voiced in a high-pitched tone for the Miyako plushie.
"No one can save you now! Aha ha ha ha!" Ken hissed in his normal voice, making the Digimon Emperor plushie continually bash into the Miyako one.
"Rahhh! Rahhhh!!" Quickly letting go of the Miyako, letting it lay on the bed, Ken whipped his hand to the floor, scooping up a different doll. A sewn and stuffed T.K. popped onto the comforter defiantly.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Ken shouted in a stuffed up nerdy voice that cracked, like a 12-year-old going through puberty, impersonating T.K. He trotted the hat-wearing doll over to the Digimon Emperor, making its right pudgy arm thrust out. "You shall pay for your evil-like deeds and schemes! H'Nyah!
"Oh! Weird Flying Hat Person! My hero!" He made Miyako say.
"You'll never defeat me, Weird Flying Hat Person! YOUR WEIRD FLYING HAT POWERS WON'T WORK ON ME!" Ken cackled for the Emperor.
"We'll just see about that! NNNNNYYEEEEAARRMMM..." Lifting up the T.K. plush, Ken executed airplane sounds while slowly gliding the doll through the air.
"AHHHHH! MY EYES, MY EYYYYEESS!!" Screeched the Digimon Emperor, Ken pushing his thumb and forefinger to make the doll's arms lift to his face for desperate protection.
"Ooh! Save me Weird Flying Hat Person!" Ken shrieked girlishly for Miyako.
"DELIVERING MAIL ATTACK!" He shouted for T.K., the doll still in mid-air. Ken reached down and grabbed multiple ripped pieces of paper, and put them in T.K.'s hand. Appearing to make it look like the doll was throwing them, Ken's fingers gripped the doll's hand and he flung the white torn shards at the Digimon Emperor.
"NO! He's delivering the mail! Someone stop him!" Ken roared as the Emperor, using the doll to pick up the Miyako plushie, and repeatedly thwock the T.K. one.
"Holy garbanzo beans! I am being beaten with a Miyako!"
"Aha ha ha ha ha! RAH! YOU SHALL SURELY DIE, FOR HER UGLINESS IS FATAL TO ONE'S MIND!"
"NOOOOOOO--" Ken flung the T.K. plushie into the wall.
"Oh no! Please don't hurt me, evil Digimon Emperor! Help me somebody!
Please! Help! I am so ugly!" Ken's high-pitched woman voice crackled annoyingly.
"SILENCE!" Ken hissed in his normal voice, making the Digimon Emperor plushie slap the Miyako plushie hard enough to make it go flying and also knock against the wall.
Lifting his head, Ken peered over the bed sheets. Lowering his eyebrows in suspicion, he glared through violet lenses at the Digimon Emperor plushie he gripped in his black-gloved hand.
"You! What have you done to the Miy-ack-o? I was about to kill it!" Ken growled, turning the Digimon Emperor plushie around in his hand so the small glasses face him with a blank expression.
Hearing nothing of a reply, Ken's eyes widened behind his own pair of gold and purple glasses. Gripping the Emperor plushie tighter, he shook it wildly in his grasp. "SPEAK, FOOL!!" He shouted, loud enough for his voice to echo through the nearly empty base.
Still getting no response from the plushie, Ken huffed and stood up, still holding the toy in his right hand tightly. As his winged shaped cape swung casually behind him, he strolled out of the well-furnished bedchamber and into a branching hallway. Making his way down the empty hall, his shoes thudded dully against the hard metallic floor of the base.
"I'll deal with you in a different manner." He stated lowly, turning his head and staring down at the plushie he held in his hand. Not noticing Wormmon clicking his way towards him, Ken continued to walk to the room he was looking for, already getting lost a few times.
Forgetting to look down, Ken felt something suddenly catch his foot in its grasp, as he was about to take a step forward. Feeling himself lean forward too far for comfort, he spread his arms and flailed them wildly as he began to fall straight towards the ground. "Gwaaaahhh!!!" He cried out in surprise.
Landing on his face, Ken twitched once and went stiff beneath the navy blue cape draped across his back. Falling flat on his face, the bushel of spiked hair draped across the front of his head and spilled onto the floor surrounding his flattened face.
Wormmon slowly slid out from under Ken's foot, half dazed from being landed on. He wobbled with swirly spiral eyes. Shaking his head slowly, the green antennae protruding from the top of his head slowly unravelled and twitched as he calmed himself. Blinking his bright blues, Wormmon looked over at the figure of Ken being sprawled out across the floor. Awaiting a sudden reaction, his eyes widened as he started backing up in silence, trying to get away before the boy could regain himself and flare his temper out by using the whip.
After a block of silent minutes passed, Wormmon started to get worried about Ken, wondering if he got knocked out or something, seeming as how he fell flat on his face and hadn't moved. Another more fearful thought came to the small green bug, what if Ken regained his usual behaviour patterns? Then he'd be in big trouble.
Swallowing deep in his throat, Wormmon gathered up enough courage to approach the apparently unconscious boy. His red claws tapping against the floor, a soft impact came to his attention as he looked down at the Digimon Emperor plushie with a blink. Taking a quick glance around, he picked up the plushie and started walking towards Ken again.
"Masssss-K-Ken." He stuttered over his words, shaking his head and wondering what he would call Ken at the moment. Peering at the mass of blue spikes surrounding Ken's head, Wormmon slowly extended a pincer out towards the side of the young Emperor's head unsurely.
Suddenly without another second more, Ken's head shot up and turned to stare at Wormmon with the lavender shades covering half of his face. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, reaching a hand out in reflex and snatching the Emperor plushie from Wormmon's grasp as he sat up on his folded knees.
Wormmon leapt into the air at this reaction, screaming back in more surprise and more fear than Ken, though he didn't think the boy was actually scared. Quickly skittering away from the body of the Emperor boy, two purple claws flew up to his beak of a mouth as he shook and stuttered, almost ready to burst into tears from being so scared.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO ESCAPE FROM ME!" Ken hollered, directing his blast of air towards the plushie squeezed between his fingers. Shifting his weight towards the left side of him, he pressed his hand against the ground and stood up. His cape swishing against his sides as he spun on his heel and stalked down a different hallway from the original direction he was going, Ken ventured away from Wormmon without a word towards the accident.
Uncurling from the tight ball he wound himself into, Wormmon shook on his small legs as he calmed down once again. With a curious blink, he edged his way towards the entranceway of the hallway, which Ken turned and walked down, hearing his footsteps receding in the distance the human child put between them. "..This isn't the Ken I know."
Listening to Ken muttering while walking down the hall, his hissed ramblings bounced off the walls as he spoke, Wormmon caught the last sentence before the boy turned the corner.
"Ah ha ha! You'll neva get away.." Ken trailed off, keeping his head bent down to stare at the plushie held between both of his hands, the eyes popping out of their sockets. Turning the corner, he seemed entirely to forget about ever tripping over Wormmon.
"..Maybe he is."
"Kill you maybe. Ken would never kill- Errr." Daisuke stopped himself, interrupting his random thoughts to briefly remember about that he was recently inside the Digital World, the one not found on the planet earth existing in cheap T.V. sets. " -Never mind, of course Ken wants to kill us. How could you have not realized that, Cody?"
Cody blinked and stared up at Daisuke with a raised eyebrow. He sighed and turned away, following Kari and T.K. who started walking with Yolei, leaving Daisuke to stand in the middle of the forest alone as the sun started to go down. He sighed and trudged after them though, knowing he only appeared to them as the stupid Davis they were all aware of.
As the group headed towards the nearest digiport, Daisuke hung back a few steps, walking slowly and trying to get his thoughts figured out. Devising a plan to see if Ken was actually in this world, he wondered whether it would work or not. With a yawn, the cinnamon boy realized how the sun started to go down in the true Digital World as he trailed after the group.
As the group stood in front of the small television on the ground, they all turned their heads to look at Daisuke. Kari glanced at T.K. as T.K. looked back at Daisuke as he approached at his slow pace.
T.K. took a stand beside Daisuke, watching Yolei and Cody go through the gate with their Digimon. He stood there as if everything was normal and he was used to seeing monsters run around in reality, such as he was. Kari raised her digivice, turning her head to look across at T.K., then Daisuke with a worried glance. Only a glance.
"Take care you two, see you on the other side." She said quietly, looking back down at the TV with the one dial and few buttons less than an original normal television. She raised her digivice and followed the others, Gatomon at her side, remaining silent and almost forgotten.
As soon as Kari went through the gate, T.K. turned on Daisuke, looking at him with a blank expression. He turned his gaze down on Veemon with a blink and a nod. Raising his crystal blue eyes back on Daisuke's brown ones, a hidden smile crossed his lips briefly. "You'll be fine on your own with Veemon."
Daisuke blinked, raising an eyebrow and nodding. "Mmm whatever. Go ahead. Have fun." He grinned wryly at T.K. He never did like the boy, acting or not. Too boring for one thing, a loser for another.
"You're coming with me though. On the other side I'll walk you to your house.. For Kari." T.K. spoke up, keeping his shining blue eyes on Daisuke. A blank expression was placed on the light skinned boy's face, not revealing any emotion, though his voice gave it away that he didn't favour Daisuke that much.
Turning his head to the side, Daisuke looked away from T.K. towards the surrounding forest of the Digital World. It loomed from the enviroment like a shadow as the sun went down, the dense trees hiding any form of light amongst the heart of the forest. Daisuke wondered how anyone could find their way through there, or if they ever could get out.
"Come on Davis. We're going." T.K.'s voice cut through his thoughts like a knife, separating them for a moment while Daisuke stood with a blank expression on his face.
"Fine, fine." Daisuke sighed, turning away from the previous direction he was facing to look at the blonde haired boy that stood before him. He still thought the kid looked overly stupid wearing that white hat, but he didn't say anything.
Veemon continued to look up at Daisuke in wonderment as they kept walking; he could smell the difference between this Davis and the other Davis. He managed to confuse himself while thinking and stopped completely as they stood in front of the small T.V. resting on the ground in front of them. The transport.
"Soo.." Daisuke started, turning his head to stare at T.K. with his unsure brown eyes. With a blink he remembered what they did on the T.V. show, and wondered if it would work here. A completely different topic entered his mind and slipped past his lips, as he urgently had to ask it. "..Why do you speak English?"
With a blink, T.K. raised an eyebrow at Daisuke as he asked that question. "..Huh?"
"Why do you speak English?" Daisuke queried again.
"..What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're in Japan. So why is your main language, English?"
"Uhm.."
"Well?"
"...That's classified." T.K. glared. "Patamon, let's go." Turning away from Daisuke and raising his handheld digivice to the computer screen, the gate already open, caused them to immediately be transported out of there to the Real World of the Digidestineds in Odaiba, Japan.
"Oooohh, holy boogers." A chorus of small orange colored Digimon said as they stared at the small figure before all of them. Black spikes rose from their backs as they rested on webbed feet and forehands. Gizamon against the Digimon Emperor's reign were gathered around Kiyoshi as he showed them how to mine for gold inside their own nose. Though they couldn't manage the action themselves, they still watched the small boy in front of them with wide-eyed amazement.
As Kiyoshi stood on a makeshift platform made from flat rocks being thrown together and placed on top of each other, he stood out against the crowd like the small human child he was. A small plump finger placed in his nose, he stood there and continued to dig for the green slime existing within the small-moistened tunnels. As the small rookie Digimon gathered around him watched, a Gazimon and a Rockmon flanked both his sides, standing close enough that their shoulders pressed softly against his. Looking like bodyguards, they stood beside Kiyoshi with their arms crossed and looking grave.
"Ourr lleeaadddeerr.." The huge group of Gizamon cried in unision, bending their elbows even more so than usual, attempting a deep bow towards their newly elected leader, seven year old Kiyoshi.
"HOLY NOSEPICKER WE SALUTE YOU!" A Gizamon from the crowd shouted.
"Oh please show us your chunks of snot!" Another random cry said.
The small child didn't even notice, not paying any attention towards the Digimon in front of him. A gentle push against his ribs forced him into awareness as he pulled the sticky tip of his finger free from the dark depths of his nose with a sickening pop, the small Digimon around him falling silent at the noise of their leader awakening.
"Ooh! Fwoggies go hop, hop!" Kiyoshi grinned, looking down from his high point towards the gathered orange and yellow Gizamon. His mouth full of perfect little teeth glittered in the light of the dancing fire before him, separating the group with a large gap of warmth.
Bending his head down and tilting it to the side, Kiyoshi stared wide-eyed with amazement into the circle of flames dancing with life along the burning pieces of wood, stockpiled in a large circle creating a huge fire almost grazing the tree tops high above them. Kiyoshi watched in awe as he became fixed on the fiery spectacle before him, lighting up the night of the Digital World.
Leaping down off the flat rock, Kiyoshi landed right before the fire. He felt the prickling heat against his tender unblemished skin and took a cautious step back. Slowly raising his arms, he stretches them out at his sides like a pair of wings opening up gradually. Wiggling the tips of his fingers he slowly grinned that little kid grin of his.
Turning around quickly, Kiyoshi stared at the many eyes of the Gizamon. Rotating his right hand towards them, he motioned for them to follow him as he turned around once more so he was parallel to the dancing fire now at his side. Standing there for a moment of silence, he kept his violet eyes staring straight ahead, casually casting glances towards the fire leaping out and attempting to bite his fingertips with its various flames.
Drawing in a breath, Kiyoshi let loose a screaming of excitement as the Gizamon lined up behind him, along with Gazimon and Rockmon as his bodyguards. "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Kiyoshi howled his little kid howl as he bent his knees and thrust himself into the air, jump- starting the long game of follow the leader. Running as fast as he could, his small sneakers thudded against the ground, several other pairs of feet slammed down into the ground behind him, creating a loud rhythm beneath their feet. Steering himself, Kiyoshi ran first around the fire before separating and weaving lines in between the already circling Digimon, playing leapfrog during the criss-crossing.
As the Gizamon trailed behind him, creating intricate designs with following the random lines of Kiyoshi as they danced about the fire, they whooped and shrieked around the small boy, some breaking off to dance randomly or play leapfrog right along with him.
"Twain! Twain! Toot toot!" Kiyoshi cried, jumping over a Gizamon by grabbing two of the pointed spikes along it's back and hauling himself over as he would a fence or a stool. All around him, the Digimon shrieked and laughed gleefully as if it was a huge party, which it was.
In the other world where Ken, Daisuke, and Kiyoshi originally came from, where Digimon was nothing but a simple T.V. show and actors played the different characters while computer animators and puppeteers worked on the Digimon, Ken and Davis of the authentic Digital World fought savagely in the dark, grappling wildly at each other they were a ball of hisses and punches, gaining new bruises, cuts, and scrapes throughout their battle of one on one. The thought of tiring never crossed their minds.
As evil Ken laid a hefty punch of Davis, the cinnamon pre-teen rolled against the sturdy legs of a nearby camera, knocking yet another piece of technical equipment over and creating enough racket to raise the dead. Even more glasses scattered around them, littering the floor like deadly knives, slashing at their bodies.
Broken glass and bent metal strewn loosely across the floor crunched and squealed as the bloody boys rolled painlessly across, their minds set on revenge and bloodthirsty punishment. As they squabbled and tore at each other, they both didn't realize that the studio lights switched on due to back-up power. Ralph and some of the cast and crew bolted towards the location of the snarls and screeches.
A pair of hands gripped the fighting adolescents and strongly pulled them apart. Two different crewmembers grasped each of their shoulders separately while the third stood between them to keep them apart. As the two struggled, their arms reached out and attempted to claw at each other as they swung blindly through the air, nearly cuffing the cameraman that stood between them.
"ENOUGH YOU TWO!!" Ralph the director roared, his deep throaty growl of a voice echoed throughout the metal enclosed studio in an almost frightening rage. For effect, he threw up his hands and turned about in a slow observing circles, his aged face stricken with mixed emotions, disbelief and puzzlement showing up with his shock, standing in the center of the destruction of thousand dollar equipment.
"What the hell were you DOING?!" He squawked, regaining his voice after a moment of overwhelming silence. His stern grey eyes feast upon Ken and Davis whom hung limp with shock from the crewmembers hands. Even the Digimon Emperor looked startled at being screamed at, many decibels louder than he could ever manage. Nothing could block his easy irritance though, or his ignorance.
"Bald and fat fool!" He stormed, appalled, eyeing his superior up and down. "Never raise your voice at the Ruler of the Digital World!" He lifted his chin defiantly. "YOU...JAPANESE COW!"
Everyone gasps.
"He did not just call him that..." A homosexual sounding crewman whispered to another, who nodded slowly, still staring at the sight.
Mikashira gawked innocently at the odd spectacle of Ken speaking in such a manner to anyone, especially Ralph, his boss. She swallowed quietly, hoping her supervisor wouldn't be too rough on the boy. She cringed, waiting for him to explode.
"THAT'S IT!!" Ralph thundered, practically shaking the entire warehouse, rigidly aiming a finger at Ken. "If I didn't NEED YOU, you would be FIRED! AND SO WOULD YOU!" He redirected his pointing to a nearby stage manager.
"What did I do?!" He piped, surprised.
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE..." Ralph glared, tightening his finger's accusing point.
Mikashira blinked in silence, remaining at Ralph's side like the loyal assistant she was. Turning her gaze down at the glass littered floor, she saw Ralph's beret hat lying upside down on the grey concrete. Carefully bending down, she picked it up and placed it back on Ralph's head as he passed by her while pacing the floor and muttering madly beneath his breath, the glass crunched and shrieked beneath his black leather loafers.
Pivoting, he glared at the two boys as hard as he could manage, almost burning the two with a simple stare of melting hot daggers.
"I don't want to see EITHER of you until the next filming, understand? AND YOUR REHEARSALS WITH MIKASHIRA HAD BETTER BE GOOD! Take them away!" He commanded the two crewmembers, which were holding them, waving his hand at the gathered group in a dismissive manner. Before turning towards Mikashira who stood behind him to schedule their rehearsal times, he gave Ken and Davis yet another death glare, daring them to try anything stupid such as they did again.
Walking them to the front of the studio, the nameless men surrounding them opened the door and shoved them outside into the warm white walled hallway. Slamming the singular door behind them, they left the pair to stand there, bleeding and wondering what the hell just happened, as they stared straight ahead at the wall.
Ken slowly turned his head to glare at Davis, curling his upper lip in a cruel sneer. Slowly moving his elbow up, he thrust it against Davis's side and smirked as the boy let out a grunt. "..Stupid kid. It's all your fault."
"Help! Help me! Somebody! Oh T.k.! T.k. my Gilligan impersonator! Help me and we shall screw like mad rabbits!" Ken voiced in a high-pitched tone for the Miyako plushie.
"No one can save you now! Aha ha ha ha!" Ken hissed in his normal voice, making the Digimon Emperor plushie continually bash into the Miyako one.
"Rahhh! Rahhhh!!" Quickly letting go of the Miyako, letting it lay on the bed, Ken whipped his hand to the floor, scooping up a different doll. A sewn and stuffed T.K. popped onto the comforter defiantly.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Ken shouted in a stuffed up nerdy voice that cracked, like a 12-year-old going through puberty, impersonating T.K. He trotted the hat-wearing doll over to the Digimon Emperor, making its right pudgy arm thrust out. "You shall pay for your evil-like deeds and schemes! H'Nyah!
"Oh! Weird Flying Hat Person! My hero!" He made Miyako say.
"You'll never defeat me, Weird Flying Hat Person! YOUR WEIRD FLYING HAT POWERS WON'T WORK ON ME!" Ken cackled for the Emperor.
"We'll just see about that! NNNNNYYEEEEAARRMMM..." Lifting up the T.K. plush, Ken executed airplane sounds while slowly gliding the doll through the air.
"AHHHHH! MY EYES, MY EYYYYEESS!!" Screeched the Digimon Emperor, Ken pushing his thumb and forefinger to make the doll's arms lift to his face for desperate protection.
"Ooh! Save me Weird Flying Hat Person!" Ken shrieked girlishly for Miyako.
"DELIVERING MAIL ATTACK!" He shouted for T.K., the doll still in mid-air. Ken reached down and grabbed multiple ripped pieces of paper, and put them in T.K.'s hand. Appearing to make it look like the doll was throwing them, Ken's fingers gripped the doll's hand and he flung the white torn shards at the Digimon Emperor.
"NO! He's delivering the mail! Someone stop him!" Ken roared as the Emperor, using the doll to pick up the Miyako plushie, and repeatedly thwock the T.K. one.
"Holy garbanzo beans! I am being beaten with a Miyako!"
"Aha ha ha ha ha! RAH! YOU SHALL SURELY DIE, FOR HER UGLINESS IS FATAL TO ONE'S MIND!"
"NOOOOOOO--" Ken flung the T.K. plushie into the wall.
"Oh no! Please don't hurt me, evil Digimon Emperor! Help me somebody!
Please! Help! I am so ugly!" Ken's high-pitched woman voice crackled annoyingly.
"SILENCE!" Ken hissed in his normal voice, making the Digimon Emperor plushie slap the Miyako plushie hard enough to make it go flying and also knock against the wall.
Lifting his head, Ken peered over the bed sheets. Lowering his eyebrows in suspicion, he glared through violet lenses at the Digimon Emperor plushie he gripped in his black-gloved hand.
"You! What have you done to the Miy-ack-o? I was about to kill it!" Ken growled, turning the Digimon Emperor plushie around in his hand so the small glasses face him with a blank expression.
Hearing nothing of a reply, Ken's eyes widened behind his own pair of gold and purple glasses. Gripping the Emperor plushie tighter, he shook it wildly in his grasp. "SPEAK, FOOL!!" He shouted, loud enough for his voice to echo through the nearly empty base.
Still getting no response from the plushie, Ken huffed and stood up, still holding the toy in his right hand tightly. As his winged shaped cape swung casually behind him, he strolled out of the well-furnished bedchamber and into a branching hallway. Making his way down the empty hall, his shoes thudded dully against the hard metallic floor of the base.
"I'll deal with you in a different manner." He stated lowly, turning his head and staring down at the plushie he held in his hand. Not noticing Wormmon clicking his way towards him, Ken continued to walk to the room he was looking for, already getting lost a few times.
Forgetting to look down, Ken felt something suddenly catch his foot in its grasp, as he was about to take a step forward. Feeling himself lean forward too far for comfort, he spread his arms and flailed them wildly as he began to fall straight towards the ground. "Gwaaaahhh!!!" He cried out in surprise.
Landing on his face, Ken twitched once and went stiff beneath the navy blue cape draped across his back. Falling flat on his face, the bushel of spiked hair draped across the front of his head and spilled onto the floor surrounding his flattened face.
Wormmon slowly slid out from under Ken's foot, half dazed from being landed on. He wobbled with swirly spiral eyes. Shaking his head slowly, the green antennae protruding from the top of his head slowly unravelled and twitched as he calmed himself. Blinking his bright blues, Wormmon looked over at the figure of Ken being sprawled out across the floor. Awaiting a sudden reaction, his eyes widened as he started backing up in silence, trying to get away before the boy could regain himself and flare his temper out by using the whip.
After a block of silent minutes passed, Wormmon started to get worried about Ken, wondering if he got knocked out or something, seeming as how he fell flat on his face and hadn't moved. Another more fearful thought came to the small green bug, what if Ken regained his usual behaviour patterns? Then he'd be in big trouble.
Swallowing deep in his throat, Wormmon gathered up enough courage to approach the apparently unconscious boy. His red claws tapping against the floor, a soft impact came to his attention as he looked down at the Digimon Emperor plushie with a blink. Taking a quick glance around, he picked up the plushie and started walking towards Ken again.
"Masssss-K-Ken." He stuttered over his words, shaking his head and wondering what he would call Ken at the moment. Peering at the mass of blue spikes surrounding Ken's head, Wormmon slowly extended a pincer out towards the side of the young Emperor's head unsurely.
Suddenly without another second more, Ken's head shot up and turned to stare at Wormmon with the lavender shades covering half of his face. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, reaching a hand out in reflex and snatching the Emperor plushie from Wormmon's grasp as he sat up on his folded knees.
Wormmon leapt into the air at this reaction, screaming back in more surprise and more fear than Ken, though he didn't think the boy was actually scared. Quickly skittering away from the body of the Emperor boy, two purple claws flew up to his beak of a mouth as he shook and stuttered, almost ready to burst into tears from being so scared.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO ESCAPE FROM ME!" Ken hollered, directing his blast of air towards the plushie squeezed between his fingers. Shifting his weight towards the left side of him, he pressed his hand against the ground and stood up. His cape swishing against his sides as he spun on his heel and stalked down a different hallway from the original direction he was going, Ken ventured away from Wormmon without a word towards the accident.
Uncurling from the tight ball he wound himself into, Wormmon shook on his small legs as he calmed down once again. With a curious blink, he edged his way towards the entranceway of the hallway, which Ken turned and walked down, hearing his footsteps receding in the distance the human child put between them. "..This isn't the Ken I know."
Listening to Ken muttering while walking down the hall, his hissed ramblings bounced off the walls as he spoke, Wormmon caught the last sentence before the boy turned the corner.
"Ah ha ha! You'll neva get away.." Ken trailed off, keeping his head bent down to stare at the plushie held between both of his hands, the eyes popping out of their sockets. Turning the corner, he seemed entirely to forget about ever tripping over Wormmon.
"..Maybe he is."
"Kill you maybe. Ken would never kill- Errr." Daisuke stopped himself, interrupting his random thoughts to briefly remember about that he was recently inside the Digital World, the one not found on the planet earth existing in cheap T.V. sets. " -Never mind, of course Ken wants to kill us. How could you have not realized that, Cody?"
Cody blinked and stared up at Daisuke with a raised eyebrow. He sighed and turned away, following Kari and T.K. who started walking with Yolei, leaving Daisuke to stand in the middle of the forest alone as the sun started to go down. He sighed and trudged after them though, knowing he only appeared to them as the stupid Davis they were all aware of.
As the group headed towards the nearest digiport, Daisuke hung back a few steps, walking slowly and trying to get his thoughts figured out. Devising a plan to see if Ken was actually in this world, he wondered whether it would work or not. With a yawn, the cinnamon boy realized how the sun started to go down in the true Digital World as he trailed after the group.
As the group stood in front of the small television on the ground, they all turned their heads to look at Daisuke. Kari glanced at T.K. as T.K. looked back at Daisuke as he approached at his slow pace.
T.K. took a stand beside Daisuke, watching Yolei and Cody go through the gate with their Digimon. He stood there as if everything was normal and he was used to seeing monsters run around in reality, such as he was. Kari raised her digivice, turning her head to look across at T.K., then Daisuke with a worried glance. Only a glance.
"Take care you two, see you on the other side." She said quietly, looking back down at the TV with the one dial and few buttons less than an original normal television. She raised her digivice and followed the others, Gatomon at her side, remaining silent and almost forgotten.
As soon as Kari went through the gate, T.K. turned on Daisuke, looking at him with a blank expression. He turned his gaze down on Veemon with a blink and a nod. Raising his crystal blue eyes back on Daisuke's brown ones, a hidden smile crossed his lips briefly. "You'll be fine on your own with Veemon."
Daisuke blinked, raising an eyebrow and nodding. "Mmm whatever. Go ahead. Have fun." He grinned wryly at T.K. He never did like the boy, acting or not. Too boring for one thing, a loser for another.
"You're coming with me though. On the other side I'll walk you to your house.. For Kari." T.K. spoke up, keeping his shining blue eyes on Daisuke. A blank expression was placed on the light skinned boy's face, not revealing any emotion, though his voice gave it away that he didn't favour Daisuke that much.
Turning his head to the side, Daisuke looked away from T.K. towards the surrounding forest of the Digital World. It loomed from the enviroment like a shadow as the sun went down, the dense trees hiding any form of light amongst the heart of the forest. Daisuke wondered how anyone could find their way through there, or if they ever could get out.
"Come on Davis. We're going." T.K.'s voice cut through his thoughts like a knife, separating them for a moment while Daisuke stood with a blank expression on his face.
"Fine, fine." Daisuke sighed, turning away from the previous direction he was facing to look at the blonde haired boy that stood before him. He still thought the kid looked overly stupid wearing that white hat, but he didn't say anything.
Veemon continued to look up at Daisuke in wonderment as they kept walking; he could smell the difference between this Davis and the other Davis. He managed to confuse himself while thinking and stopped completely as they stood in front of the small T.V. resting on the ground in front of them. The transport.
"Soo.." Daisuke started, turning his head to stare at T.K. with his unsure brown eyes. With a blink he remembered what they did on the T.V. show, and wondered if it would work here. A completely different topic entered his mind and slipped past his lips, as he urgently had to ask it. "..Why do you speak English?"
With a blink, T.K. raised an eyebrow at Daisuke as he asked that question. "..Huh?"
"Why do you speak English?" Daisuke queried again.
"..What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're in Japan. So why is your main language, English?"
"Uhm.."
"Well?"
"...That's classified." T.K. glared. "Patamon, let's go." Turning away from Daisuke and raising his handheld digivice to the computer screen, the gate already open, caused them to immediately be transported out of there to the Real World of the Digidestineds in Odaiba, Japan.
"Oooohh, holy boogers." A chorus of small orange colored Digimon said as they stared at the small figure before all of them. Black spikes rose from their backs as they rested on webbed feet and forehands. Gizamon against the Digimon Emperor's reign were gathered around Kiyoshi as he showed them how to mine for gold inside their own nose. Though they couldn't manage the action themselves, they still watched the small boy in front of them with wide-eyed amazement.
As Kiyoshi stood on a makeshift platform made from flat rocks being thrown together and placed on top of each other, he stood out against the crowd like the small human child he was. A small plump finger placed in his nose, he stood there and continued to dig for the green slime existing within the small-moistened tunnels. As the small rookie Digimon gathered around him watched, a Gazimon and a Rockmon flanked both his sides, standing close enough that their shoulders pressed softly against his. Looking like bodyguards, they stood beside Kiyoshi with their arms crossed and looking grave.
"Ourr lleeaadddeerr.." The huge group of Gizamon cried in unision, bending their elbows even more so than usual, attempting a deep bow towards their newly elected leader, seven year old Kiyoshi.
"HOLY NOSEPICKER WE SALUTE YOU!" A Gizamon from the crowd shouted.
"Oh please show us your chunks of snot!" Another random cry said.
The small child didn't even notice, not paying any attention towards the Digimon in front of him. A gentle push against his ribs forced him into awareness as he pulled the sticky tip of his finger free from the dark depths of his nose with a sickening pop, the small Digimon around him falling silent at the noise of their leader awakening.
"Ooh! Fwoggies go hop, hop!" Kiyoshi grinned, looking down from his high point towards the gathered orange and yellow Gizamon. His mouth full of perfect little teeth glittered in the light of the dancing fire before him, separating the group with a large gap of warmth.
Bending his head down and tilting it to the side, Kiyoshi stared wide-eyed with amazement into the circle of flames dancing with life along the burning pieces of wood, stockpiled in a large circle creating a huge fire almost grazing the tree tops high above them. Kiyoshi watched in awe as he became fixed on the fiery spectacle before him, lighting up the night of the Digital World.
Leaping down off the flat rock, Kiyoshi landed right before the fire. He felt the prickling heat against his tender unblemished skin and took a cautious step back. Slowly raising his arms, he stretches them out at his sides like a pair of wings opening up gradually. Wiggling the tips of his fingers he slowly grinned that little kid grin of his.
Turning around quickly, Kiyoshi stared at the many eyes of the Gizamon. Rotating his right hand towards them, he motioned for them to follow him as he turned around once more so he was parallel to the dancing fire now at his side. Standing there for a moment of silence, he kept his violet eyes staring straight ahead, casually casting glances towards the fire leaping out and attempting to bite his fingertips with its various flames.
Drawing in a breath, Kiyoshi let loose a screaming of excitement as the Gizamon lined up behind him, along with Gazimon and Rockmon as his bodyguards. "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Kiyoshi howled his little kid howl as he bent his knees and thrust himself into the air, jump- starting the long game of follow the leader. Running as fast as he could, his small sneakers thudded against the ground, several other pairs of feet slammed down into the ground behind him, creating a loud rhythm beneath their feet. Steering himself, Kiyoshi ran first around the fire before separating and weaving lines in between the already circling Digimon, playing leapfrog during the criss-crossing.
As the Gizamon trailed behind him, creating intricate designs with following the random lines of Kiyoshi as they danced about the fire, they whooped and shrieked around the small boy, some breaking off to dance randomly or play leapfrog right along with him.
"Twain! Twain! Toot toot!" Kiyoshi cried, jumping over a Gizamon by grabbing two of the pointed spikes along it's back and hauling himself over as he would a fence or a stool. All around him, the Digimon shrieked and laughed gleefully as if it was a huge party, which it was.
In the other world where Ken, Daisuke, and Kiyoshi originally came from, where Digimon was nothing but a simple T.V. show and actors played the different characters while computer animators and puppeteers worked on the Digimon, Ken and Davis of the authentic Digital World fought savagely in the dark, grappling wildly at each other they were a ball of hisses and punches, gaining new bruises, cuts, and scrapes throughout their battle of one on one. The thought of tiring never crossed their minds.
As evil Ken laid a hefty punch of Davis, the cinnamon pre-teen rolled against the sturdy legs of a nearby camera, knocking yet another piece of technical equipment over and creating enough racket to raise the dead. Even more glasses scattered around them, littering the floor like deadly knives, slashing at their bodies.
Broken glass and bent metal strewn loosely across the floor crunched and squealed as the bloody boys rolled painlessly across, their minds set on revenge and bloodthirsty punishment. As they squabbled and tore at each other, they both didn't realize that the studio lights switched on due to back-up power. Ralph and some of the cast and crew bolted towards the location of the snarls and screeches.
A pair of hands gripped the fighting adolescents and strongly pulled them apart. Two different crewmembers grasped each of their shoulders separately while the third stood between them to keep them apart. As the two struggled, their arms reached out and attempted to claw at each other as they swung blindly through the air, nearly cuffing the cameraman that stood between them.
"ENOUGH YOU TWO!!" Ralph the director roared, his deep throaty growl of a voice echoed throughout the metal enclosed studio in an almost frightening rage. For effect, he threw up his hands and turned about in a slow observing circles, his aged face stricken with mixed emotions, disbelief and puzzlement showing up with his shock, standing in the center of the destruction of thousand dollar equipment.
"What the hell were you DOING?!" He squawked, regaining his voice after a moment of overwhelming silence. His stern grey eyes feast upon Ken and Davis whom hung limp with shock from the crewmembers hands. Even the Digimon Emperor looked startled at being screamed at, many decibels louder than he could ever manage. Nothing could block his easy irritance though, or his ignorance.
"Bald and fat fool!" He stormed, appalled, eyeing his superior up and down. "Never raise your voice at the Ruler of the Digital World!" He lifted his chin defiantly. "YOU...JAPANESE COW!"
Everyone gasps.
"He did not just call him that..." A homosexual sounding crewman whispered to another, who nodded slowly, still staring at the sight.
Mikashira gawked innocently at the odd spectacle of Ken speaking in such a manner to anyone, especially Ralph, his boss. She swallowed quietly, hoping her supervisor wouldn't be too rough on the boy. She cringed, waiting for him to explode.
"THAT'S IT!!" Ralph thundered, practically shaking the entire warehouse, rigidly aiming a finger at Ken. "If I didn't NEED YOU, you would be FIRED! AND SO WOULD YOU!" He redirected his pointing to a nearby stage manager.
"What did I do?!" He piped, surprised.
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE..." Ralph glared, tightening his finger's accusing point.
Mikashira blinked in silence, remaining at Ralph's side like the loyal assistant she was. Turning her gaze down at the glass littered floor, she saw Ralph's beret hat lying upside down on the grey concrete. Carefully bending down, she picked it up and placed it back on Ralph's head as he passed by her while pacing the floor and muttering madly beneath his breath, the glass crunched and shrieked beneath his black leather loafers.
Pivoting, he glared at the two boys as hard as he could manage, almost burning the two with a simple stare of melting hot daggers.
"I don't want to see EITHER of you until the next filming, understand? AND YOUR REHEARSALS WITH MIKASHIRA HAD BETTER BE GOOD! Take them away!" He commanded the two crewmembers, which were holding them, waving his hand at the gathered group in a dismissive manner. Before turning towards Mikashira who stood behind him to schedule their rehearsal times, he gave Ken and Davis yet another death glare, daring them to try anything stupid such as they did again.
Walking them to the front of the studio, the nameless men surrounding them opened the door and shoved them outside into the warm white walled hallway. Slamming the singular door behind them, they left the pair to stand there, bleeding and wondering what the hell just happened, as they stared straight ahead at the wall.
Ken slowly turned his head to glare at Davis, curling his upper lip in a cruel sneer. Slowly moving his elbow up, he thrust it against Davis's side and smirked as the boy let out a grunt. "..Stupid kid. It's all your fault."