[S.K.: La la la laaaa… Rofl, so how ya liking it so far? I think chapta 9
wasn't as good as it could have been. Dude, anyways, enjoy, nyaaahhh! XD]
"My fault?! Ichijouji, you wouldn't know if it was my fault or yours even if the answer slammed right into your face.. LIKE THIS!" Davis shouted, raising his clenched fist and pulling it back beside his jaw. Lowering his brows in a scowl, he swung his arm forward at Ken's pale face with all his might. Feeling his three main knuckles slam against the boy's jaw made him cringe as a dull pain crackled alongside his wrist and down to his elbow.
Ken grunted as his head flew to the side from the force of the impact, his well kept hair drifting over his face as he stumbled back and toppled over, tripping on his own set of feet. Dazed and landing on his side, his hand snaked towards the throbbing corner of his jaw as he quickly regained his sense and stood up. Becoming angered at Davis for managing to trick him into a sucker punch, he immediately spun around to face the child.
"Why you!" He spat between clenched teeth, feeling the rage bubble across his body and tense his arms and legs, ready to throw a few moves of his own at Davis. Taking a fast step ahead, he slid his right leg behind Davis's right, thrusting out his arm and shoving the kid down with his elbow. Watching Davis fall on the ground, he widened his eyes in fury and pounced, both of his hands heading for the annoyance's throat.
"Look, it's a flying girl." Davis snickered watching Ken as he came down on him, ready to choke the living daylights out of him. Reaching his own hands up, he grabbed Ken by the wrists and slammed his foot into the assaulter's stomach. Carrying Ken's momentum, Davis rolled back onto his shoulders and let go of Ken as he gave one last kick with his foot, sending Ken flying overhead.
"Wha!?! ACK!" Ken huffed, looking down at the floor as he sailed, wondering what just happened. Being interrupted by his chin slamming into the ground and streaking across the smooth, shiny tiled floor, more stars managed to dance their way across his view as the world gave way to spinning. With a groan he fell limp and laid there, his arms and legs twisted and bent against the floor.
Rolling onto his side, Davis stood up and took a few steps towards Ken, suspiciously staring down at the limp boy until he heard a distracting noise behind him, the studio door opened and he could hear the director in the background, screaming for the crew to clean up the mess and keep fixing the set. He blinked and went stiff as he felt eyes on his back, staring down the plain white hallway.
"What the hell are you two doing out here? Are you like, not able to keep your hands off of each other or something?! Christ!" Miyako spat, her voice high pitched and annoying as usual, causing Davis to cringe and Ken to open eye with a sneer stretching his lips. If glass was near, it'd be shattered by now.
Ken slowly got up off the floor, his gray school suit having a light brown shoe print implanted in the middle of it, where his stomach was. Engraved into the dirt stain was a large Nike symbol, decorated by various other small shoe patterns. With a groan he placed a hand softly against his tender tummy and stiffened up once more, keeping his back to Davis and Miyako. Lowering his eyes in a snarl, he turned around and pushed past the two other occupants of the hallway, glaring straight into Miyako's pair of glittering eyes with his lifeless gaze of dulled violet.
As Miyako watched Ken walk past, his hair parted and combed in the way of his character, she raised an eyebrow as he glared at her. Stunned at the coldness of it, she shook her head and didn't bother to watch him walk down the hallway, simply listening to his departing footsteps. Looking at Davis, she trailed her eyes up and down his body, noticing the goggles, shorts, and top.
"Okay, why are you two in costume again?" Miyako asked, placing her hands on her hips. Keeping her eyebrow raised, she shook her head, long lavender locks swaying to the movement of her head. With a sigh, she turned around and walked a little ways down the hallway, waving a hand at Davis. "..Never mind. You two never make any sense. I guess gay guys never do."
"Gay..? Who?" Davis wondered, watching Miyako walk away. Looking both ways down the hallway, he shrugged and went the direction Miyako and Ken went, deciding to follow someone who seemed to know their way around this maze. He trotted up to catch Miyako before she walked around the corner out of site.
"What do you want, freak?" Miyako huffed, looking at Davis from the corner of her eye. She rolled those glossy auburn orbs in an annoying way, thrusting her nose into the air. Not watching where she was going, she walked straight into a vending machine and let out a squeak of surprise. A bag of M&Ms broke loose from the inside and collided down to the bottom, free for the taking.
Davis grinned and chuckled, watching Miyako walk straight into the vending machine. Clapping a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out with laughter, he watched as she took a step backwards and set all her weight down on the spiked heel that pinned her dress. A loud rip tore through the air as a gap spread it's way up the wavy black skirt, the tips of stained white underwear showed through the freshly opened seam.
"AHHH! ME BLOOMERS!" Miyako shrieked, feeling a slight draft between her legs. Opening her eyes wide, her hands flew to her butt and fingers clamped the fresh tear closed. Turning around, she looked at Davis, a bright red blush flowing swiftly onto her cheeks in embarrassment. Backing up, she shuffled her way around the vending machine then spun and ran down the hall, her dress fluttering behind her. Knocking Ken against the wall, she continued running until she came to the end and turned out of sight.
"..She always was strange.." Davis laughed to himself, starting to walk down the hall again, slipping his hand against the metal flap near the bottom of the vending machine, snatching the bag of M&Ms on his way. Twisting open the brown laminated bag, he tossed a few random pieces of shell candy into his mouth, also bouncing them off the back of Ken's head. Staring at Ken's back, he made a few faces at the sadistic beast of a boy, remnants of chewed candy grinds showing in his opened mouth. Not noticing how Ken stopped, he kept walking and making faces, too busy with thinking of how to contort his face in more original ways than just the tongue sticking out and scrunched up nose.
Ken stopped, looking down the four hallways circling him. He had a choice, to either choose one or to keep walking down the path that annoying little wretch of a girl went. Crinkling up his nose at that thought, he snorted and looked down the hall to his left with a bland expression. Turning his head and looking the other way, he simply blinked as he stood there, thinking of it as a problem he must solve, which would take a few seconds.
Davis bopped his nose against something warm and slightly smelly, he choked and sneezed into the back of Ken's plain gray uniform. Small wet dots spackled across Ken's shoulders, Davis watched as the longhaired jerk tensed and shook his shoulders with rage. Blinking innocently, Davis shook his head and sidestepped, wondering if this pattern of abuse would cease.
"Master? You spent the night here. Your parents must be worried." Wormmon's voice wafted through the open entrance into the darkened control room, landing against Ken's unconscious ears.
The small green bug crawled his way across the floor to the side of Ken's chair, cocking his head up at the odd position the boy slept at, with one long leg draped over the arm of the chair while the toes of his other foot pressed lightly against the hard floor, edging back and forth in an easy rocking motion. A small pile of clothing dropped carelessly on the surface of the floor, consisting of his dark gold lined navy blue cape attached to golden shoulder pads, and golden framed glasses. Poking out from beneath the cape was the dreaded object Wormmon feared and hated the most, the whip.
A loud yawn parted his pale lips as Ken slowly raised his head from the previous position of hanging over the padded arm of his chair. His chair? No. A borrowed chair maybe, but definitely not his chair.
Lazily stretching out his left leg that hung over the opposite arm, he unbent his back and thrust both of his arms into the air behind him. Uncurling his fingers, the soft squishy object he was holding from last night fell to the floor of the dark room, a dull cushioned thud sounding off as it struck the floor.
Awakening, Ken paused in the middle of his stretch and became aware of the environment surrounding him. Opening one eye cautiously, he glanced around before closing the purple peeper once more. Closing his mouth, he slid his arm from the air against his chest and scratched, taking in another long lazy breath and letting it out in a halfhearted yawn.
"Time." He ordered the computer while moving his left foot with his right onto the floor as he sat up, the main monitor straight across from the chair he laid in flashed the time in white digital numbers against a black screen, momentarily removing the light from shining directly on him. Making sure not to step onto the pile of extras beneath his chair, he peered out between overhanging eyelashes and swiveled his feet around them.
[D: Extras, rofl. That's what they call those nameless actor dudes in the background. XD @ if Ken carefully stepped over a pile of actor extras beneath his chair. "*Little actor dudes running around screaming.* EEEEEEEE!!"
"AHHHHHH!! GODZILLAAAHHH!!! O_O" - Chinese sounding one, pointing up at Ken.]
[S.K.: Rofl! Run! Chinese Godzilla drill! XD! *Runs around in circles.*]
With a groan he arched his back and pushed his right shoulder towards the left side of the chair behind him, turning his upper body and sending a releasing crunch through his interlocking vertebrate. Standing up, he ran his long elegant fingers through his digitally spiked hair, noting to himself that it felt completely natural and gel free; though he still looked like a disco fruit.
Casting his eyes down on the floor as he stood there wavering, the thought of gooey gel pulled a trickle of worry and guilt into his mind, making him frown as he remembered Kiyoshi and wondering how the kid was doing without his big brother around to take care of things. It seemed like a scary thought, how anything could happen to a seven year old. Slowly sliding himself back into the chair, he blinked in silence.
"Master?" Wormmon questioned through the murky depths of Ken's temporary seriousness. The small talking caterpillar was looking at him with those huge innocent blue eyes. Creases in the corners showed noticeable signs of concern and worry for the boy. An English speaking green alien, sounds like something from a C horror movie.
A thin grin withholding a struggling chuckle crossed Kens face as he looked down at Wormmon with a raised eyebrow; his violet eyes glimmered with light humor in the glare of the surrounding monitors. The attempt at hiding his grin was trashed, though not at all shamefully.
As Wormmon watched the spiky haired child before him suppress a grin and try to hold back a laugh, he blinked and would have raised an eyebrow back if he had any eyebrows to rise. With a puzzled look, he stared down at the mound Ken's royal garments had made, his shades illuminated from the top of the pile in the monitors light. The rookie bug knew this would probably be one of the most weirdest and unexplainable events to happen to him.
"Well?" It was Ken's turn to wake the zoned Digimon from his own jumble of thoughts, forcing Wormmon back into their reality where this Ken was trapped.
"Oh, Umm.. Where's my Ken?" Wormmon sputtered to the imitation that sat in his real masters chair facing him. The question came out so suddenly and unexpectedly, he couldn't remember if he ever thought of saying it or not. Almost seeming as if it came out automatically, the abruptness startled the both of them into a long awkward silence as they thought.
Ken's bottom corner of his lip jutted out towards the side of his face as he pulled his head away to look at the head monitor, his face shadowed, hiding his expression. Sliding his right hand towards the side of his neck, he scratched it in a thinking manner. Swiveling his head away slowly as dull fingernails dragged across tender skin, he let out an inquisitive "hmm.."
Halting his steady pace of actions, Ken whipped his head around and leaned over the edge of the chair and glided his face close to Wormmon's, causing the green guy to flinch unnoticeably from the fast approaching movement.
"You know.. I'm not sure. But if I'm here.." Ken whispered to Wormmon, answering his question then trailing off on his own thoughts once more.
Ceasing again, he stopped breathing and stared at Wormmon with his excited violet eyes, almost popping out from being wide open, "By George I think I've got it!" He exclaimed, leaping up on his face anxiously; the fact that he placed a footprint on the navy material beneath his shoe going unnoticed.
"Got what? Milk? Did I give it to you? Sorry? Who's George? Is he of the jungle?" Wormmon asked, also wide-eyed with surprise instead of excitement. He took a few steps back while staring at Ken and bombarding the random boy with questions.
"The farm, Billy! The farm!" Ken burst, leaping into the air and grabbing his digivice from its place along his thick black belt. Pulling the hand held thing into the air right in front of the monitor, a bright light flared against Wormmon's eyes, nearly blinding him as he watched Ken disappear.
With the echoing giggles of Ken's brief insanity whispering all around him before dieing down, Wormmon was left to look around in mass confusion before realizing Ken was gone to Tamachi, his master's home.
"..The farm?"
Daisuke woke up in a coughing fit as he choked on his own drool, getting the reaction he deserved from snoring with an open mouth laying on his back. As the boy suddenly sat up, he forgot that DemiVeemon was sleeping on his chest. The small, in-training Digimon rolled over the edge of the bed and landed with a dull thump against the floor, waking up in a daze and staring up at the roof in a slight panic.
"Owie, Daithuke!" DemiVeemon cried, sitting up and rubbing his tender and freshly bruised back with a fingerless light blue paw. Looking up at the edge of the bed as Daisuke finished up with his coughing fit, the small Digimon rolled onto his springy feet and leapt up onto the bed with ease. Landing on Daisuke's knee, he balanced with the help of his tail and smiled up at the half asleep boy towering over him.
"You and Davith are like the thame!" Smiling with his mouth, DemiVeemon closed his eyes and beamed brightly at Daisuke. Reaching a paw ahead, he stretched it out and poked the tip into the soft flesh of Daisuke's exposed belly, giving an amused laugh as he opened his huge eyes to watch Daisuke's reaction. Taking a small hop back, he landed perfectly on the bed, continuing to stare up at Daisuke with his big sparkling reddish brown eyes.
Daisuke slid his lips apart in a sleepy grin as he flinched away from the poke against his extremely ticklish stomach. Peering down at DemiVeemon between his masking eyelashes, he yawned and threw up his arms into the air and arched his back in a morning stretch. Relaxing and sinking himself into the fluffy pillow of Davis's bed, he stared at DemiVeemon before snatching his hands ahead and curling them around the creature's small blue and white body.
Grasping the small dude in both of his tanned hands, he pushed them into the air and released the little guy into the air, cupping both of his palms together flatly. Pressing them against each other, he watched as DemiVeemon landed on both of his feet and stuck out his pink tongue in a teasing matter. Pushing himself off Daisuke's hands, DemiVeemon leapt onto the top of Daisuke's head and laid himself across the boy's head with ease.
"We gonna find yer friend today?" The small Digimon asked in his babyish voice, sliding his body down the front of Daisuke's head so he could look into the chocolate brown eyes of his temporary Digidestined. Blinking in question, DemiVeemon smiled with his eyes as he closed them briefly.
Daisuke nodded a reply, raising his hands up and grasping DemiVeemon once again, pulling the lightweight monster from his head and into his hands. Keeping them wrapped securely around DemiVeemons side, he rubbed his thumbs beneath his little blue armpits and began tickling the giggling and squirming creature in his grasp.
"Yup, we'll find Ken today." Daisuke said, voicing his reply over the giggles of DemiVeemon. Stopping with tickling the dude, Daisuke pulled back the covers to reveal him sitting there in yellow fuzzy pajama bottoms and a matching shirt. Sliding his legs over the edge of the bed, and carefully set down DemiVeemon on the bed before draping the covers loosely over the moving lump's head.
Bending down, he grabbed his clothing he was originally wearing before being transported into the Digital World, wondering how his clothes managed to change in the first place, he slide the fuzzy bottoms off and slipped on his black snap pants, snapping up the sides along his legs. Running his thumb along the white seam, he stood up and yawned. Already wearing the sweatshirt top, a yellow hood hung from the neck of the cut shirt along his shoulders.
Turning around, he took a few steps towards the door of Davis's room, picking his way through the mess of clothing and various materials littering the room and completely hiding the floor beneath the highly piled mounds of junk. Daisuke couldn't help but grin; maybe Davis and him really were one and the same, except for the Digidestined part.
Curling his fingers around the doorknob, he stopped and turned his head back to look at DemiVeemon who perched on the edge of the bed, looking up at him expectantly. With a small smile, Daisuke looked back at the wooden door in his path. "I'm just going to get breakfast for the both of us. Hopefully they made eggs or something. Wish me luck. I think I know about Jun."
Taking in a deep breath, Daisuke pulled open the door and toddled out into the hallway of Davis's house. He looked both ways and headed towards the bathroom, only to find that the door was locked and a feminine voice was humming in the background. With a sigh he shook his head and made his way to the kitchen, taking a big whiff of leftover breakfast.
Looking around, he blinked and wondered where everybody was. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged and opened the refrigerator door, a blast of cold air snaking across his bare arms and causing brief Goosebumps from the cold. Searching the fridge for food, he looked at the lunch bag that sat right in front of his nose, the name scribbled across in messy writing made him blink twice before he snatched it out of the fridge.
Setting the lunch bag on the counter, he inspected it, staring at the simple bag just sitting there. Peering at the bag suspiciously, Daisuke slowly reached out an extended finger towards it, about to poke it, a voice nearly screams at him.
"Davis! Get ready for school!" Jun shrieked, walking into the room wearing a light pink t-shirt and a blue skirt. She glared at Daisuke from the couch, sitting down and turning on the television.
"School?"
"Of course, stupid."
"..Oh 'kay."
Walking past the couch down the hallway, Daisuke strolled towards the bedroom, opening the door and peering inside before stepping in and closing the door quietly behind him. Looking around, he made his way towards the dresser and slowly reached a hand out to grasp a comb lying amongst the scattered chocolate wrappers.
"BOO!" DemiVeemon leapt into the air and clung to Daisuke's arm from his hiding spot. With a giggle, the blue creature let go and hopped back down on the bed, grinning up toothlessly at Daisuke. Focusing his huge sparkling red eyes on the boy towering over him, he hopped off the bed and crawled beneath it, only to emerge moments later, dragging a blue backpack.
"Hey, thanks dude. Man you're wicked. Wicked little...bat thing." Daisuke grinned, bending down and pulling the backpack onto his shoulder, slipping his arm through the strap and adjusting it across his back.
"I'm not a bat!" DemiVeemon protested.
"Whatever a...giraffe." Daisuke settled, kneeling there in the middle of the room, he took a quick glance around before turning his back on DemiVeemon and told him to jump in. Feeling weight suddenly land inside the bag, he stood up and walked out of his room.
Kiyoshi yawned and rolled over, finding his small nose planted inside a musty smelling rug or fur. Opening his eyes slowly, he yawned, closing them once more as he stretched out his arms and legs. Relaxing, he blinked as he stared at the orange course fur in front of him, remembering last night with a small hidden smile. He had lots of fun, and he wanted to have more fun.. After breakfast.
Slowly standing up, he looked around at the spread out group on the ground surrounding him, all the Gizamon from the party were there, including the Gazimon and Rockmon who said they would watch out for him. Hopping his way over the breathing orange lumps, he hummed random happy notes to himself, smiling the innocent smile of a child.
Stopping at the edge of the group, Kiyoshi turned around and looked at the monsters that became his friends, grinning to himself. If only Ken and Daisuke could see all this, they would be amazed and have fun with him. Just the three of them without any others who made them mad.
Bobbing his head from side to side, Kiyoshi began to giggle as he jumped over thick winding roots and crawled beneath the undergrowth, the knees of his jeans becoming marked and caked with moist dirt. As his small white sneakers dug into the earth, he kicked up thick clumps as he speed crawled through, accidentally kicking the big toe of a controlled Dark Tyrannomon without realizing it until it was too late.
"OOOOWWWWWW! My TOESIES!" The Dark Tyrannomon whined, immediately lifting his leg and groping his toes to comfort them, hopping around on one foot. He stopped jumping and stood normally again, pouting, his lower lip starting to quiver. His eyes welled up with tears. He darted his head around, looking for his attacker. "W-w-why'd you have to go and do that, huh?! Y-You big bully!"
Kiyoshi giggled. "You're a fat doggy."
The monster gave out a low growl of a grunt, turning it's thick head towards his right foot watching a small child crawl through his legs and under his tail. Bending down, he sniffed out the boy, watching upside down as Kiyoshi crawled speedily beneath his swinging tail without realizing it. As the Dark Tyrannomon uttered a low growl deep in his throat, it was then Kiyoshi froze and slowly turned around to sit on his foot while staring wide-eyed at the dinosaur glaring at him.
"Wowww.." Kiyoshi said beneath his breath, amazed until the Digimon's leg came up and swung over his small form, swinging his tail around in a quick turn. Now standing over the child, Dark Tyrannomon growled once more as he lowered his head and sniffed Kiyoshi. Reaching his giant clawed arm out, he attempted to grab Kiyo before he managed to get away.
As Kiyoshi sat there, staring at the monster, frozen with fear, he blinked as three metal tipped claws steadily approached him. Opening his mouth, he gasped and let out a shrill scream before lowering his head and getting up on his feet, keeping his head bent, he stared at the ground as he rushed towards the Dark Digimon.
"HELLLPPPP MEE!!" Kiyoshi screamed again, running between Dark Tyrannomon's legs with his arms spread apart, easily diving between those thick trunks and continuing to run towards the camp. With his piercing squeakings, Kiyoshi leapt over a branch and rolled on top of a Gizamon, waking him up as the trailing digimon crashed through the trees behind him.
The group of rookie digimon began to stir at Kiyoshi's screams and the other already awake Gizamon's cries. They ran around the tight circle of fur, jabbing the sleepy ones to wake up and move. In a panic, the Gizamon suddenly turned and stared at the Dark Tyrannomon whom crashed through the last set of trees separating them from the rest of the forest.
"RUN!" They all cried, Gazimon and Rockmon diving at Kiyoshi, grabbing him around the arms and pulling him along with them. The grey Gazimon curled his arms around Kiyoshi's waist and hoisted him on top of his shoulders, able to carry Kiyo because he was still small and thin. As the group ran through the forest, Gazimon and Kiyoshi veered away from the others and headed straight for a tree.
Kiyoshi stared at the tree as Gazimon headed right for it, in a few steps, they would bash into it and get really hurt. "AHHH! NO! GEORGE!" Kiyoshi cried, trying to get away from Gazimon, though the rookie guard kept him still and leapt at the tree. "WATCH OUT FOR THAT--" Easily they passed through it into a sort of a chamber, listening to the screams and roars coming from outside.
[D: And still the question remains...o_o Who IS George? oO;...]
[S.K.: My invisible friend? ..Oo;]
"My fault?! Ichijouji, you wouldn't know if it was my fault or yours even if the answer slammed right into your face.. LIKE THIS!" Davis shouted, raising his clenched fist and pulling it back beside his jaw. Lowering his brows in a scowl, he swung his arm forward at Ken's pale face with all his might. Feeling his three main knuckles slam against the boy's jaw made him cringe as a dull pain crackled alongside his wrist and down to his elbow.
Ken grunted as his head flew to the side from the force of the impact, his well kept hair drifting over his face as he stumbled back and toppled over, tripping on his own set of feet. Dazed and landing on his side, his hand snaked towards the throbbing corner of his jaw as he quickly regained his sense and stood up. Becoming angered at Davis for managing to trick him into a sucker punch, he immediately spun around to face the child.
"Why you!" He spat between clenched teeth, feeling the rage bubble across his body and tense his arms and legs, ready to throw a few moves of his own at Davis. Taking a fast step ahead, he slid his right leg behind Davis's right, thrusting out his arm and shoving the kid down with his elbow. Watching Davis fall on the ground, he widened his eyes in fury and pounced, both of his hands heading for the annoyance's throat.
"Look, it's a flying girl." Davis snickered watching Ken as he came down on him, ready to choke the living daylights out of him. Reaching his own hands up, he grabbed Ken by the wrists and slammed his foot into the assaulter's stomach. Carrying Ken's momentum, Davis rolled back onto his shoulders and let go of Ken as he gave one last kick with his foot, sending Ken flying overhead.
"Wha!?! ACK!" Ken huffed, looking down at the floor as he sailed, wondering what just happened. Being interrupted by his chin slamming into the ground and streaking across the smooth, shiny tiled floor, more stars managed to dance their way across his view as the world gave way to spinning. With a groan he fell limp and laid there, his arms and legs twisted and bent against the floor.
Rolling onto his side, Davis stood up and took a few steps towards Ken, suspiciously staring down at the limp boy until he heard a distracting noise behind him, the studio door opened and he could hear the director in the background, screaming for the crew to clean up the mess and keep fixing the set. He blinked and went stiff as he felt eyes on his back, staring down the plain white hallway.
"What the hell are you two doing out here? Are you like, not able to keep your hands off of each other or something?! Christ!" Miyako spat, her voice high pitched and annoying as usual, causing Davis to cringe and Ken to open eye with a sneer stretching his lips. If glass was near, it'd be shattered by now.
Ken slowly got up off the floor, his gray school suit having a light brown shoe print implanted in the middle of it, where his stomach was. Engraved into the dirt stain was a large Nike symbol, decorated by various other small shoe patterns. With a groan he placed a hand softly against his tender tummy and stiffened up once more, keeping his back to Davis and Miyako. Lowering his eyes in a snarl, he turned around and pushed past the two other occupants of the hallway, glaring straight into Miyako's pair of glittering eyes with his lifeless gaze of dulled violet.
As Miyako watched Ken walk past, his hair parted and combed in the way of his character, she raised an eyebrow as he glared at her. Stunned at the coldness of it, she shook her head and didn't bother to watch him walk down the hallway, simply listening to his departing footsteps. Looking at Davis, she trailed her eyes up and down his body, noticing the goggles, shorts, and top.
"Okay, why are you two in costume again?" Miyako asked, placing her hands on her hips. Keeping her eyebrow raised, she shook her head, long lavender locks swaying to the movement of her head. With a sigh, she turned around and walked a little ways down the hallway, waving a hand at Davis. "..Never mind. You two never make any sense. I guess gay guys never do."
"Gay..? Who?" Davis wondered, watching Miyako walk away. Looking both ways down the hallway, he shrugged and went the direction Miyako and Ken went, deciding to follow someone who seemed to know their way around this maze. He trotted up to catch Miyako before she walked around the corner out of site.
"What do you want, freak?" Miyako huffed, looking at Davis from the corner of her eye. She rolled those glossy auburn orbs in an annoying way, thrusting her nose into the air. Not watching where she was going, she walked straight into a vending machine and let out a squeak of surprise. A bag of M&Ms broke loose from the inside and collided down to the bottom, free for the taking.
Davis grinned and chuckled, watching Miyako walk straight into the vending machine. Clapping a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out with laughter, he watched as she took a step backwards and set all her weight down on the spiked heel that pinned her dress. A loud rip tore through the air as a gap spread it's way up the wavy black skirt, the tips of stained white underwear showed through the freshly opened seam.
"AHHH! ME BLOOMERS!" Miyako shrieked, feeling a slight draft between her legs. Opening her eyes wide, her hands flew to her butt and fingers clamped the fresh tear closed. Turning around, she looked at Davis, a bright red blush flowing swiftly onto her cheeks in embarrassment. Backing up, she shuffled her way around the vending machine then spun and ran down the hall, her dress fluttering behind her. Knocking Ken against the wall, she continued running until she came to the end and turned out of sight.
"..She always was strange.." Davis laughed to himself, starting to walk down the hall again, slipping his hand against the metal flap near the bottom of the vending machine, snatching the bag of M&Ms on his way. Twisting open the brown laminated bag, he tossed a few random pieces of shell candy into his mouth, also bouncing them off the back of Ken's head. Staring at Ken's back, he made a few faces at the sadistic beast of a boy, remnants of chewed candy grinds showing in his opened mouth. Not noticing how Ken stopped, he kept walking and making faces, too busy with thinking of how to contort his face in more original ways than just the tongue sticking out and scrunched up nose.
Ken stopped, looking down the four hallways circling him. He had a choice, to either choose one or to keep walking down the path that annoying little wretch of a girl went. Crinkling up his nose at that thought, he snorted and looked down the hall to his left with a bland expression. Turning his head and looking the other way, he simply blinked as he stood there, thinking of it as a problem he must solve, which would take a few seconds.
Davis bopped his nose against something warm and slightly smelly, he choked and sneezed into the back of Ken's plain gray uniform. Small wet dots spackled across Ken's shoulders, Davis watched as the longhaired jerk tensed and shook his shoulders with rage. Blinking innocently, Davis shook his head and sidestepped, wondering if this pattern of abuse would cease.
"Master? You spent the night here. Your parents must be worried." Wormmon's voice wafted through the open entrance into the darkened control room, landing against Ken's unconscious ears.
The small green bug crawled his way across the floor to the side of Ken's chair, cocking his head up at the odd position the boy slept at, with one long leg draped over the arm of the chair while the toes of his other foot pressed lightly against the hard floor, edging back and forth in an easy rocking motion. A small pile of clothing dropped carelessly on the surface of the floor, consisting of his dark gold lined navy blue cape attached to golden shoulder pads, and golden framed glasses. Poking out from beneath the cape was the dreaded object Wormmon feared and hated the most, the whip.
A loud yawn parted his pale lips as Ken slowly raised his head from the previous position of hanging over the padded arm of his chair. His chair? No. A borrowed chair maybe, but definitely not his chair.
Lazily stretching out his left leg that hung over the opposite arm, he unbent his back and thrust both of his arms into the air behind him. Uncurling his fingers, the soft squishy object he was holding from last night fell to the floor of the dark room, a dull cushioned thud sounding off as it struck the floor.
Awakening, Ken paused in the middle of his stretch and became aware of the environment surrounding him. Opening one eye cautiously, he glanced around before closing the purple peeper once more. Closing his mouth, he slid his arm from the air against his chest and scratched, taking in another long lazy breath and letting it out in a halfhearted yawn.
"Time." He ordered the computer while moving his left foot with his right onto the floor as he sat up, the main monitor straight across from the chair he laid in flashed the time in white digital numbers against a black screen, momentarily removing the light from shining directly on him. Making sure not to step onto the pile of extras beneath his chair, he peered out between overhanging eyelashes and swiveled his feet around them.
[D: Extras, rofl. That's what they call those nameless actor dudes in the background. XD @ if Ken carefully stepped over a pile of actor extras beneath his chair. "*Little actor dudes running around screaming.* EEEEEEEE!!"
"AHHHHHH!! GODZILLAAAHHH!!! O_O" - Chinese sounding one, pointing up at Ken.]
[S.K.: Rofl! Run! Chinese Godzilla drill! XD! *Runs around in circles.*]
With a groan he arched his back and pushed his right shoulder towards the left side of the chair behind him, turning his upper body and sending a releasing crunch through his interlocking vertebrate. Standing up, he ran his long elegant fingers through his digitally spiked hair, noting to himself that it felt completely natural and gel free; though he still looked like a disco fruit.
Casting his eyes down on the floor as he stood there wavering, the thought of gooey gel pulled a trickle of worry and guilt into his mind, making him frown as he remembered Kiyoshi and wondering how the kid was doing without his big brother around to take care of things. It seemed like a scary thought, how anything could happen to a seven year old. Slowly sliding himself back into the chair, he blinked in silence.
"Master?" Wormmon questioned through the murky depths of Ken's temporary seriousness. The small talking caterpillar was looking at him with those huge innocent blue eyes. Creases in the corners showed noticeable signs of concern and worry for the boy. An English speaking green alien, sounds like something from a C horror movie.
A thin grin withholding a struggling chuckle crossed Kens face as he looked down at Wormmon with a raised eyebrow; his violet eyes glimmered with light humor in the glare of the surrounding monitors. The attempt at hiding his grin was trashed, though not at all shamefully.
As Wormmon watched the spiky haired child before him suppress a grin and try to hold back a laugh, he blinked and would have raised an eyebrow back if he had any eyebrows to rise. With a puzzled look, he stared down at the mound Ken's royal garments had made, his shades illuminated from the top of the pile in the monitors light. The rookie bug knew this would probably be one of the most weirdest and unexplainable events to happen to him.
"Well?" It was Ken's turn to wake the zoned Digimon from his own jumble of thoughts, forcing Wormmon back into their reality where this Ken was trapped.
"Oh, Umm.. Where's my Ken?" Wormmon sputtered to the imitation that sat in his real masters chair facing him. The question came out so suddenly and unexpectedly, he couldn't remember if he ever thought of saying it or not. Almost seeming as if it came out automatically, the abruptness startled the both of them into a long awkward silence as they thought.
Ken's bottom corner of his lip jutted out towards the side of his face as he pulled his head away to look at the head monitor, his face shadowed, hiding his expression. Sliding his right hand towards the side of his neck, he scratched it in a thinking manner. Swiveling his head away slowly as dull fingernails dragged across tender skin, he let out an inquisitive "hmm.."
Halting his steady pace of actions, Ken whipped his head around and leaned over the edge of the chair and glided his face close to Wormmon's, causing the green guy to flinch unnoticeably from the fast approaching movement.
"You know.. I'm not sure. But if I'm here.." Ken whispered to Wormmon, answering his question then trailing off on his own thoughts once more.
Ceasing again, he stopped breathing and stared at Wormmon with his excited violet eyes, almost popping out from being wide open, "By George I think I've got it!" He exclaimed, leaping up on his face anxiously; the fact that he placed a footprint on the navy material beneath his shoe going unnoticed.
"Got what? Milk? Did I give it to you? Sorry? Who's George? Is he of the jungle?" Wormmon asked, also wide-eyed with surprise instead of excitement. He took a few steps back while staring at Ken and bombarding the random boy with questions.
"The farm, Billy! The farm!" Ken burst, leaping into the air and grabbing his digivice from its place along his thick black belt. Pulling the hand held thing into the air right in front of the monitor, a bright light flared against Wormmon's eyes, nearly blinding him as he watched Ken disappear.
With the echoing giggles of Ken's brief insanity whispering all around him before dieing down, Wormmon was left to look around in mass confusion before realizing Ken was gone to Tamachi, his master's home.
"..The farm?"
Daisuke woke up in a coughing fit as he choked on his own drool, getting the reaction he deserved from snoring with an open mouth laying on his back. As the boy suddenly sat up, he forgot that DemiVeemon was sleeping on his chest. The small, in-training Digimon rolled over the edge of the bed and landed with a dull thump against the floor, waking up in a daze and staring up at the roof in a slight panic.
"Owie, Daithuke!" DemiVeemon cried, sitting up and rubbing his tender and freshly bruised back with a fingerless light blue paw. Looking up at the edge of the bed as Daisuke finished up with his coughing fit, the small Digimon rolled onto his springy feet and leapt up onto the bed with ease. Landing on Daisuke's knee, he balanced with the help of his tail and smiled up at the half asleep boy towering over him.
"You and Davith are like the thame!" Smiling with his mouth, DemiVeemon closed his eyes and beamed brightly at Daisuke. Reaching a paw ahead, he stretched it out and poked the tip into the soft flesh of Daisuke's exposed belly, giving an amused laugh as he opened his huge eyes to watch Daisuke's reaction. Taking a small hop back, he landed perfectly on the bed, continuing to stare up at Daisuke with his big sparkling reddish brown eyes.
Daisuke slid his lips apart in a sleepy grin as he flinched away from the poke against his extremely ticklish stomach. Peering down at DemiVeemon between his masking eyelashes, he yawned and threw up his arms into the air and arched his back in a morning stretch. Relaxing and sinking himself into the fluffy pillow of Davis's bed, he stared at DemiVeemon before snatching his hands ahead and curling them around the creature's small blue and white body.
Grasping the small dude in both of his tanned hands, he pushed them into the air and released the little guy into the air, cupping both of his palms together flatly. Pressing them against each other, he watched as DemiVeemon landed on both of his feet and stuck out his pink tongue in a teasing matter. Pushing himself off Daisuke's hands, DemiVeemon leapt onto the top of Daisuke's head and laid himself across the boy's head with ease.
"We gonna find yer friend today?" The small Digimon asked in his babyish voice, sliding his body down the front of Daisuke's head so he could look into the chocolate brown eyes of his temporary Digidestined. Blinking in question, DemiVeemon smiled with his eyes as he closed them briefly.
Daisuke nodded a reply, raising his hands up and grasping DemiVeemon once again, pulling the lightweight monster from his head and into his hands. Keeping them wrapped securely around DemiVeemons side, he rubbed his thumbs beneath his little blue armpits and began tickling the giggling and squirming creature in his grasp.
"Yup, we'll find Ken today." Daisuke said, voicing his reply over the giggles of DemiVeemon. Stopping with tickling the dude, Daisuke pulled back the covers to reveal him sitting there in yellow fuzzy pajama bottoms and a matching shirt. Sliding his legs over the edge of the bed, and carefully set down DemiVeemon on the bed before draping the covers loosely over the moving lump's head.
Bending down, he grabbed his clothing he was originally wearing before being transported into the Digital World, wondering how his clothes managed to change in the first place, he slide the fuzzy bottoms off and slipped on his black snap pants, snapping up the sides along his legs. Running his thumb along the white seam, he stood up and yawned. Already wearing the sweatshirt top, a yellow hood hung from the neck of the cut shirt along his shoulders.
Turning around, he took a few steps towards the door of Davis's room, picking his way through the mess of clothing and various materials littering the room and completely hiding the floor beneath the highly piled mounds of junk. Daisuke couldn't help but grin; maybe Davis and him really were one and the same, except for the Digidestined part.
Curling his fingers around the doorknob, he stopped and turned his head back to look at DemiVeemon who perched on the edge of the bed, looking up at him expectantly. With a small smile, Daisuke looked back at the wooden door in his path. "I'm just going to get breakfast for the both of us. Hopefully they made eggs or something. Wish me luck. I think I know about Jun."
Taking in a deep breath, Daisuke pulled open the door and toddled out into the hallway of Davis's house. He looked both ways and headed towards the bathroom, only to find that the door was locked and a feminine voice was humming in the background. With a sigh he shook his head and made his way to the kitchen, taking a big whiff of leftover breakfast.
Looking around, he blinked and wondered where everybody was. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged and opened the refrigerator door, a blast of cold air snaking across his bare arms and causing brief Goosebumps from the cold. Searching the fridge for food, he looked at the lunch bag that sat right in front of his nose, the name scribbled across in messy writing made him blink twice before he snatched it out of the fridge.
Setting the lunch bag on the counter, he inspected it, staring at the simple bag just sitting there. Peering at the bag suspiciously, Daisuke slowly reached out an extended finger towards it, about to poke it, a voice nearly screams at him.
"Davis! Get ready for school!" Jun shrieked, walking into the room wearing a light pink t-shirt and a blue skirt. She glared at Daisuke from the couch, sitting down and turning on the television.
"School?"
"Of course, stupid."
"..Oh 'kay."
Walking past the couch down the hallway, Daisuke strolled towards the bedroom, opening the door and peering inside before stepping in and closing the door quietly behind him. Looking around, he made his way towards the dresser and slowly reached a hand out to grasp a comb lying amongst the scattered chocolate wrappers.
"BOO!" DemiVeemon leapt into the air and clung to Daisuke's arm from his hiding spot. With a giggle, the blue creature let go and hopped back down on the bed, grinning up toothlessly at Daisuke. Focusing his huge sparkling red eyes on the boy towering over him, he hopped off the bed and crawled beneath it, only to emerge moments later, dragging a blue backpack.
"Hey, thanks dude. Man you're wicked. Wicked little...bat thing." Daisuke grinned, bending down and pulling the backpack onto his shoulder, slipping his arm through the strap and adjusting it across his back.
"I'm not a bat!" DemiVeemon protested.
"Whatever a...giraffe." Daisuke settled, kneeling there in the middle of the room, he took a quick glance around before turning his back on DemiVeemon and told him to jump in. Feeling weight suddenly land inside the bag, he stood up and walked out of his room.
Kiyoshi yawned and rolled over, finding his small nose planted inside a musty smelling rug or fur. Opening his eyes slowly, he yawned, closing them once more as he stretched out his arms and legs. Relaxing, he blinked as he stared at the orange course fur in front of him, remembering last night with a small hidden smile. He had lots of fun, and he wanted to have more fun.. After breakfast.
Slowly standing up, he looked around at the spread out group on the ground surrounding him, all the Gizamon from the party were there, including the Gazimon and Rockmon who said they would watch out for him. Hopping his way over the breathing orange lumps, he hummed random happy notes to himself, smiling the innocent smile of a child.
Stopping at the edge of the group, Kiyoshi turned around and looked at the monsters that became his friends, grinning to himself. If only Ken and Daisuke could see all this, they would be amazed and have fun with him. Just the three of them without any others who made them mad.
Bobbing his head from side to side, Kiyoshi began to giggle as he jumped over thick winding roots and crawled beneath the undergrowth, the knees of his jeans becoming marked and caked with moist dirt. As his small white sneakers dug into the earth, he kicked up thick clumps as he speed crawled through, accidentally kicking the big toe of a controlled Dark Tyrannomon without realizing it until it was too late.
"OOOOWWWWWW! My TOESIES!" The Dark Tyrannomon whined, immediately lifting his leg and groping his toes to comfort them, hopping around on one foot. He stopped jumping and stood normally again, pouting, his lower lip starting to quiver. His eyes welled up with tears. He darted his head around, looking for his attacker. "W-w-why'd you have to go and do that, huh?! Y-You big bully!"
Kiyoshi giggled. "You're a fat doggy."
The monster gave out a low growl of a grunt, turning it's thick head towards his right foot watching a small child crawl through his legs and under his tail. Bending down, he sniffed out the boy, watching upside down as Kiyoshi crawled speedily beneath his swinging tail without realizing it. As the Dark Tyrannomon uttered a low growl deep in his throat, it was then Kiyoshi froze and slowly turned around to sit on his foot while staring wide-eyed at the dinosaur glaring at him.
"Wowww.." Kiyoshi said beneath his breath, amazed until the Digimon's leg came up and swung over his small form, swinging his tail around in a quick turn. Now standing over the child, Dark Tyrannomon growled once more as he lowered his head and sniffed Kiyoshi. Reaching his giant clawed arm out, he attempted to grab Kiyo before he managed to get away.
As Kiyoshi sat there, staring at the monster, frozen with fear, he blinked as three metal tipped claws steadily approached him. Opening his mouth, he gasped and let out a shrill scream before lowering his head and getting up on his feet, keeping his head bent, he stared at the ground as he rushed towards the Dark Digimon.
"HELLLPPPP MEE!!" Kiyoshi screamed again, running between Dark Tyrannomon's legs with his arms spread apart, easily diving between those thick trunks and continuing to run towards the camp. With his piercing squeakings, Kiyoshi leapt over a branch and rolled on top of a Gizamon, waking him up as the trailing digimon crashed through the trees behind him.
The group of rookie digimon began to stir at Kiyoshi's screams and the other already awake Gizamon's cries. They ran around the tight circle of fur, jabbing the sleepy ones to wake up and move. In a panic, the Gizamon suddenly turned and stared at the Dark Tyrannomon whom crashed through the last set of trees separating them from the rest of the forest.
"RUN!" They all cried, Gazimon and Rockmon diving at Kiyoshi, grabbing him around the arms and pulling him along with them. The grey Gazimon curled his arms around Kiyoshi's waist and hoisted him on top of his shoulders, able to carry Kiyo because he was still small and thin. As the group ran through the forest, Gazimon and Kiyoshi veered away from the others and headed straight for a tree.
Kiyoshi stared at the tree as Gazimon headed right for it, in a few steps, they would bash into it and get really hurt. "AHHH! NO! GEORGE!" Kiyoshi cried, trying to get away from Gazimon, though the rookie guard kept him still and leapt at the tree. "WATCH OUT FOR THAT--" Easily they passed through it into a sort of a chamber, listening to the screams and roars coming from outside.
[D: And still the question remains...o_o Who IS George? oO;...]
[S.K.: My invisible friend? ..Oo;]