[S.K.: Oh wow.. Finally I've been working and completed the 14th chapter..
*Sinks to the ground* ..Been so busy and exhausted lately, had to leave you
hanging eh.. Sorry 'bout that.]
[D: Yeah yeah yeah, no one cares. XD Cut tuu da chaaaze! O_O *Chases.*]
Yawning, little Kiyoshi opened one eye and closed it for a moment before opening both eyes and sleepily staring straight ahead at the Gazimon which just saved him. His innocent violet eyes were lighter than his brothers, as was his silky short hair, though they signed him on to be the smaller version in some episode on the Digimon 02 show. "You know... you have got a LOT of fur."
"I'm a Digimon, we're allowed." Gazimon lowered one eyebrow, raising the other, at the obvious comment. His voice sounding froggy yet childish.
"...No you're not."
Pursing his lips some in confusion, the digimon replied. "... Am so?"
The small child's voice lowered. "...You don't scare me."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me." Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes.
"...What are you talking about?"
"EXACTLY WHAT I'VE been talking about all morning... Why you're so FAT." The little boy slurred.
"What?!"
"You heard me..." The boy closed one eye suspiciously.
Gazimon only stared in curiousity, at the youth with a brain short of cells, and if he had some, they were put in the wrong places. Say, the laundry room for instance. Blinking slowly, running over the kid's wild and random accusations, he was starting to solve the mystery of why this child could've been ditched. His grey fur was darker inside the tree from the little light that filtered in through the top of the holographic tree, a small circle way out of reach portrayed a small piece of sky above them.
Pinching his eyes shut, Kiyoshi stuck out his tongue and shook his head. Suddenly his face burst in a shocked expression as a growl erupted from behind Gazimon and bounced loudly around inside the tree. Ivory fangs glistened with dripping spittle that landed against the floor like thick oil on a pan. A smell worse than Ralph's breath, or even his pants after Pork 'N Beans night filtered from the steamy gas of the Dark Tyrannomon they were escaping from.
"Ewwww! Yuu needa brush!" Kiyoshi gagged, sliding back against the other end of the tree as far from the Dark Tyrannomon as he could. Reaching out a small chubby hand, he snatched Gazimon by the ears and pulled the Digimon back with him. "Dentist doesn't give you a toy if your mouth smell like poopy poooo! YOU SMELL LIKE POOPY POOOOO! YOU DON'T GET A TOY!!!" His wide energetic eyes flashed the reflection of Dark Tyrannomon. "POOP." Kiyoshi actually just liked saying 'poop,' but the statements actually made slight sense in this situation, other than times the small child would run into Ken's room randomly, waving a small flag with a piece of cat poop on it, and scream 'poop lords' while running around in circles. Ken would watch calmly, until Kiyoshi would run back out of the room. "POOP! POOPITY POOP-POOP POOP! GREENISH-BROWN...TURDS."
"MEANY!" Dark Tyrannomon gasped and growled, thrusting his head through the opening and spreading his jaws. With his lips curled back and exposing the yellowish fangs dangerously.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! HELP USSSS!!!!" Kiyoshi screamed, drowning out the monster's roar and wrapping his arms around Gazimon and burying his face in the fuzzy dude's fur.
"Whoooooaaaa!!" Gazimon cried, blinking in surprise as Kiyoshi held him in a shaky death grip of fear. Looking around, he saw a hard rock the size of his fist through the hologram. Snatching it up in his claws, he flung his arm at Dark Tyrannomon and watched it sail through the air.
"OWWWWWW!!! YOOOUUU!!!" Dark Tyrannomon howled as the rock hit him square in the nose and forced him to pull back for a brief moment. Raising his claws towards his snout, he rubbed the tip between his nostrils and sat back on his hind legs.
"We're getting out of here!" Gazimon chuckled before crawling outside of the holograph with Kiyoshi riding on his back. Standing up, he took on the child's weight and lurched into a full run at his fastest speed, dodging swiftly around trees and leaping over upturned roots. Running towards a destination unknown.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID.THING!!" Ken the Kaiser growled at the freaking Davis. Expertly he slapped his hand down on the edge of the couch and pulled his awakening form up, glaring at Davis through scattered strands of dark blue hair. His upper lip moved in a snarl of aggravation, he tore a pillow from the couch and flung it at the boy across the room.
Davis ducked and placed his hands over his head as the onslaught bounced from the wooden door with a dull thunk. He smirked and jabbed a finger towards Ken who glared at him with small dark violet eyes. "YOU.. SUCK!! AHA HA HA!! Lame-o."
"Grrr.." Ken snarled, leaping over the edge of the couch and soaring towards Davis, only to land against the door as he moved out of the way. He hissed and stood up, leaning back against the counter with a savage growl.
Davis grinned and moved across from Ken, picking up the pillow for protection. "Oh god, twice in a row eh? You suck worse than I thought." He smirked, backing up towards the table for time.
"THAT'S IT!" Ken snarled, clenching his fists and edging towards Davis, the dusty footprint from the following day still on his uniform's stomach and the Nike symbol standing out proudly. He craved revenge for that humiliation.
"..I'll boil you down and strip you of pride you maggot for brains." Ken growled like an animal stalking his prey. He hoped to kill Davis soon.
"You would want to strip me." Davis shot back, widening his smirk with a cock of his eyebrow. Turning around, he shook his butt and slapped it before looking over his shoulder at Ken with a grin. Lifting his index finger to his lips, he swiped it moist with his tongue, and stuck it back onto his butt, making a sizzling sound. "Tsssss... Sizzzzlllee."
Just then, the door handle joggled and unlocked, a sleepy Miyako walking in. Her hair was a mess and she was still in a pink fuzzy nightgown that drapped to the tops of her knees. She obviously didn't expect anybody to be in the staff room.
Ken and Davis both turned their heads to look at Miyako with raised eyebrows, not knowing what to think. Standing there with blank expressions, they looked back at each other and glared hatefully.
"..Huh? AHHHH!!" Miyako screeched, opening an eye and noticing the two boys. She looked around before running to Davis and grabbing the pillow out of his hand. Glaring at both of them, she smacked them upside the head with the pillow and turned around to run out of the room as quickly as she came.
"...What the heck?" Davis blinked, some hair messily spoofed over his forehead from Yolei's pillow attack. Raising an eyebrow under it, in utter confusion. He wondered what was up with Yolei and the others, not to forget him and Ken's new strange location they suddenly appeared in.
Seeing the door left open and unlocked, Ken turned his head and glared at Davis with a curled lip. "I abhor you." He hissed, raising his right arm and lashing out at Davis's ribs with his elbow. Connecting he smirked as the boy let out a whoosh of air and took a step back from the impact.
Davis stumbled backwards a step before regaining himself and launching at the retreating form of Ken. He slammed the base of his palms against Ken's shoulders, the both of them collapsing on the table, Davis on top of Ken.
Raising an eyebrow, Ken snarled and shoved Davis off onto the floor, sitting up and jumping off the table. Landing on Davis, he jumped up and down on the dazed child's' chest. Stepping off, he finally kicked him in the ribs before running out of the room like a girl. "Don't ever TOUCH me again!" He shrieked, his voice cracking as he ran down the studio hallway.
Davis blinked blankly up at the ceiling, still laying on his back beside the coffee table. Silent, listening to a crash far down the hall, and a distant male cackle wandering away.
"Jingle bells.. Batman smells.. Robin laid an egg.. Do de dooooOOOOoooo!!" Ken from the real world sang out loud, laying on the grassy ground of the soccer field. "...I sing badly." He was in a good mood, as usual, except when Miyako was around anyway, but she wasn't. It was only him, Daisuke, and his red yo-yo he bought for a few yen or so. He wasn't really counting; you didn't have to if you were rich.
"..Cha ching. Badda bing. Where's maih -SLING?!-" Ken grinned up at the sky, looking past the yo-yo up at the orangey-pink sunset that cascaded over the city, engulfing the buildings around and leaving the bottom of the soccer field in darkness. He liked the peaceful calm of the meeting place, no wonder he picked it.
The yo-yo swung back and forth across his view as he waited for Daisuke. Staring at it, he took a quick glance around before focusing on the red object, spotting a lamp post at the side of the field. He wondered what would happen if he were to hypnotize himself and bash into it. Maybe it would go on, or even get a dent in the side of it. Interesting thought.
Slowly slipping into a trance as he watched the hypnotizing yo-yo swing back and forth in his grip, he never noticed Daisuke making his way down the long set of stairs casually. All he payed attention to was the yo-yo.. and the last thought he had on his mind about running into the lamp post. Slowly his eyelids slid halfway over his amethyst eyes, staring vacantly at the yo-yo. He began to talk out loud to himself, sounding distant. "..I will get up and walk towards the lamp post.. Yesss.."
Slowly raising to his feet, his arm and eyes remained locked in place, staring at the swinging yo-yo. Turning around, he began walking towards Daisuke as he approached holding DemiVeemon. Keeping his arm held out and the watching the yo-yo, he steadily walked towards Daisuke, who looked confused as ever.
"..Ken?" Daisuke blinked, raising an eyebrow as his best friend began walking towards him, along with whispering something beneath his breath. Standing in front of the oncoming boy, he kept DemiVeemon held stiffly in his arms. Though the Digimon knew this Ken was his friend, he felt like he couldn't trust him for an unexplainable reason.
As Ken kept walking steadily towards Daisuke, he sidestepped and began to pick up speed as he was heading towards the lamp post. "Must.. Run.. Crash into post.." He said beneath his breath, breaking into a full speed run. As he began to breath heavily, blasting across the field on his feet, he focused everything on the green lamp pole a few feet in front of him.
Daisuke watched Ken walk past and start running away from him, being confused he stood there and watched blankly. Finally both his eyes opened as he saw that Ken was heading straight for the lamp post. Raising his arms, he sat DemiVeemon on his head and began chasing after Ken while waving his arms. "HEY KEN! KEN! YO! DUUDE!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT-" Daisuke was too late as Ken bashed right into the lamp post, his long arms twining around the thin pole as he sunk to the ground with a groan. "..Post."
Cringing, Daisuke trotted up to the crumpled heap that was Ken, still wearing his clothes from the following day. As DemiVeemon sat on his head, he watched as Daisuke grabbed Ken's hand and strongly yanked him up to his feet. Keeping a tight grasp on Ken's arm, he kept him from falling down again as he slowly came to.
Ken finally blinked his eyes and he looked around to observe his surroundings, noticing that he wasn't on the ground waiting for Daisuke anymore. Confused, he looked at Daisuke who was latched onto his arm like a vice, making Ken wince from a throbbing pain across his head and chest from smashing into the pole. "Oww.. What'd you do, beat me up?" Ken coughed, shaking the dizziness and pain away.
"What? Huh? Have you no clue? Hola el comprendé? Wow you must have hit your head hard.. If no el comprehendé." Daisuke blinked. He wondered what was going on with his best friend when DemiVeemon tapped him on the head and drew attention to himself. "I don't think he's truthtable."
Ken and Dai both blinked at that, both looking up at DemiVeemon with a confused expression. Ken had his eyebrow raised as he stared at the blue fuzzy thing. "Heeeeyyyy, you got some weird thing on your head Daisuke. New hat? It talksus funny." He chuckled like a drunk for a few moments, before reaching out suddenly to grab the blue stuffed animal. "LEMME EAT IT!!"
Daisuke almost burst out laughing, as DemiVeemon turned a little purple in anger. He stuck out his tongue at Ken and turned away from him with his little arms crossed. "I wouldn't talk if I were you. Nyah!"
"Ooh, big words for a little blue hat!" Ken poked, also turning around and folding his arms over his chest. Turning his nose up to the sky, he closed his eyes and snorted. "Hmph! Stupid hat, insulting me, bwah." He grumbled.
Daisuke stood in the middle. "..Eh?" He looked from one to the other in confusion, finally giving up he sighed and threw his hands up in the air, unaware of smacking Ken square in the forehead, where a developing bruise happened to be.
Ken blinked as Daisuke's hand struck him above the nose, his hand rose to the tender spot and rubbed it and he eyed Daisuke accusingly. "Why'd you do that?!" He huffed, his hand covering his nose as he slowly recovered from the smack.
Daisuke blinked as he looked at Ken in confusion. "..Do what?"
"Hit me!"
"Really..?" Daisuke blinked, raising an eyebrow as he wondered what was wrong with his friend. Did he really ask for Daisuke to hit him? Shaking his head a little, he waited for Ken's reply.
"Yes!" Ken grumped.
"..Okay." Pulling up his right hand, he swung it across the air and slammed his fist across Ken's chin, causing the kid's head to snap to the side and stumble back in a daze, gripping his chin.
"Oww! What did you do THAT for!?" Ken complained, rubbing the side of his jaw with his hand. Eyeing Daisuke for a moment, he shook his head as if to clear the dizziness away.
"..You told me to hit you." Daisuke snickered, covering his hand with his mouth as he chuckled beneath it. DemiVeemon who was on top of his head was nearly falling off from laughing too hard. In fact, he did.
"I asked you that?!" Ken blinked in confusement before rolling his eyes and shaking his head in annoyance. "I swear Daisuke, being in this totally freaked place has made you go bonkers. ..Reminds me of a candy out of a vending machine. Or is that yonkers?" Getting off track, the red yo-yo in Ken's hand jumped out as his flicked his hand down to the ground, snapping the balanced toy back to his palm again.
"Hey.. How'd you get that yo-yo anyways?" Daisuke blinked, watching as Ken played with the toy in his hand. He watched as Ken controlled it, able to make it sleep for a few seconds before snapping back up.
"This? Easy. Millions of bucks, yen, whatever, and a toy store." Ken grinned, looking up at Daisuke. Slowly lifting his chin proudly, he took a step back, turned his wrist, and flung the yo-yo screaming into the air, swinging it behind him in an expert around-the-world trick.
Daisuke watched, almost amazed as Ken handled the wooden toy as though he's been playing with it for years. Raising a single eyebrow, he slid his weight onto one foot and slowly tilted his head, until he remembered about Chibimon who clung to his hair. Reaching up, he patted his head. Daisuke blinked, finding the critter nowhere to be found. "'The hell...?"
"Hmm. Hey, you figure out how we're supposed vanish out of this place? It's giving me the creeps. ..Especially that little blue hat of yours." Ken snickered. Folding his legs beneath him, he sat down on the grassy field and simply stared up at his friend.
"Vanish out of this place..? No. I thought you were going to think of that one. Being as how you're the 'GENIUS' in this hell spot." Daisuke calmly replied, also sitting down on the field. Looking around once more before staring at Ken with his long messed hair, he wondered what would happen if the digidestineds, the real ones, suddenly showed up and found them talking.
"Pff. Me being a genius would be a miracle, even if I play one on T.V." Ken yawned, stretching out his arms, obviously not caring whether or not he was seen with Daisuke and Chibimon. Wherever that little stuffed animal was. Planting his hands in the grass behind him, he leaned back and looked up at the sky through strands of dark blue hair. "I suppose I could give it a shot in the Digiworld." He pondered, his voice serious and natural.
"..Wow, did I just say that? Amazing." Ken grinned a little, looked at Daisuke. "But what I really meant, I think.. Is.. We came from the little base screen in our dimension -yeah, that sounds better- and ended up here. Well what if we were to go back to the other base.. here. There. Digital thing.. With the thing screen. You know? The one that shows... pretty little pictures on it..." He trailed off, losing the grip on his serious train of thought, and slowly started to smirk in a dreamy daze. "How I enjoy ice cream sundaes... Don't -you,- blade of grass?" Ken stared at a fresh slice of grass between his fingers he had plucked, smiling softly.
Daisuke understood what Ken was trying to say, even the ice cream sundae part. Man, those are good. To simply retrace the steps, and see if the same thing works here was definitely a good idea. Nodding he looked down at the grassy terrain, then picked it with his fingers before looking up into the steps of the soccer field. Looking at the top bench where they sat that one night, he suddenly started to get homesick.
[D: Yeah yeah yeah, no one cares. XD Cut tuu da chaaaze! O_O *Chases.*]
Yawning, little Kiyoshi opened one eye and closed it for a moment before opening both eyes and sleepily staring straight ahead at the Gazimon which just saved him. His innocent violet eyes were lighter than his brothers, as was his silky short hair, though they signed him on to be the smaller version in some episode on the Digimon 02 show. "You know... you have got a LOT of fur."
"I'm a Digimon, we're allowed." Gazimon lowered one eyebrow, raising the other, at the obvious comment. His voice sounding froggy yet childish.
"...No you're not."
Pursing his lips some in confusion, the digimon replied. "... Am so?"
The small child's voice lowered. "...You don't scare me."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me." Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes.
"...What are you talking about?"
"EXACTLY WHAT I'VE been talking about all morning... Why you're so FAT." The little boy slurred.
"What?!"
"You heard me..." The boy closed one eye suspiciously.
Gazimon only stared in curiousity, at the youth with a brain short of cells, and if he had some, they were put in the wrong places. Say, the laundry room for instance. Blinking slowly, running over the kid's wild and random accusations, he was starting to solve the mystery of why this child could've been ditched. His grey fur was darker inside the tree from the little light that filtered in through the top of the holographic tree, a small circle way out of reach portrayed a small piece of sky above them.
Pinching his eyes shut, Kiyoshi stuck out his tongue and shook his head. Suddenly his face burst in a shocked expression as a growl erupted from behind Gazimon and bounced loudly around inside the tree. Ivory fangs glistened with dripping spittle that landed against the floor like thick oil on a pan. A smell worse than Ralph's breath, or even his pants after Pork 'N Beans night filtered from the steamy gas of the Dark Tyrannomon they were escaping from.
"Ewwww! Yuu needa brush!" Kiyoshi gagged, sliding back against the other end of the tree as far from the Dark Tyrannomon as he could. Reaching out a small chubby hand, he snatched Gazimon by the ears and pulled the Digimon back with him. "Dentist doesn't give you a toy if your mouth smell like poopy poooo! YOU SMELL LIKE POOPY POOOOO! YOU DON'T GET A TOY!!!" His wide energetic eyes flashed the reflection of Dark Tyrannomon. "POOP." Kiyoshi actually just liked saying 'poop,' but the statements actually made slight sense in this situation, other than times the small child would run into Ken's room randomly, waving a small flag with a piece of cat poop on it, and scream 'poop lords' while running around in circles. Ken would watch calmly, until Kiyoshi would run back out of the room. "POOP! POOPITY POOP-POOP POOP! GREENISH-BROWN...TURDS."
"MEANY!" Dark Tyrannomon gasped and growled, thrusting his head through the opening and spreading his jaws. With his lips curled back and exposing the yellowish fangs dangerously.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! HELP USSSS!!!!" Kiyoshi screamed, drowning out the monster's roar and wrapping his arms around Gazimon and burying his face in the fuzzy dude's fur.
"Whoooooaaaa!!" Gazimon cried, blinking in surprise as Kiyoshi held him in a shaky death grip of fear. Looking around, he saw a hard rock the size of his fist through the hologram. Snatching it up in his claws, he flung his arm at Dark Tyrannomon and watched it sail through the air.
"OWWWWWW!!! YOOOUUU!!!" Dark Tyrannomon howled as the rock hit him square in the nose and forced him to pull back for a brief moment. Raising his claws towards his snout, he rubbed the tip between his nostrils and sat back on his hind legs.
"We're getting out of here!" Gazimon chuckled before crawling outside of the holograph with Kiyoshi riding on his back. Standing up, he took on the child's weight and lurched into a full run at his fastest speed, dodging swiftly around trees and leaping over upturned roots. Running towards a destination unknown.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID.THING!!" Ken the Kaiser growled at the freaking Davis. Expertly he slapped his hand down on the edge of the couch and pulled his awakening form up, glaring at Davis through scattered strands of dark blue hair. His upper lip moved in a snarl of aggravation, he tore a pillow from the couch and flung it at the boy across the room.
Davis ducked and placed his hands over his head as the onslaught bounced from the wooden door with a dull thunk. He smirked and jabbed a finger towards Ken who glared at him with small dark violet eyes. "YOU.. SUCK!! AHA HA HA!! Lame-o."
"Grrr.." Ken snarled, leaping over the edge of the couch and soaring towards Davis, only to land against the door as he moved out of the way. He hissed and stood up, leaning back against the counter with a savage growl.
Davis grinned and moved across from Ken, picking up the pillow for protection. "Oh god, twice in a row eh? You suck worse than I thought." He smirked, backing up towards the table for time.
"THAT'S IT!" Ken snarled, clenching his fists and edging towards Davis, the dusty footprint from the following day still on his uniform's stomach and the Nike symbol standing out proudly. He craved revenge for that humiliation.
"..I'll boil you down and strip you of pride you maggot for brains." Ken growled like an animal stalking his prey. He hoped to kill Davis soon.
"You would want to strip me." Davis shot back, widening his smirk with a cock of his eyebrow. Turning around, he shook his butt and slapped it before looking over his shoulder at Ken with a grin. Lifting his index finger to his lips, he swiped it moist with his tongue, and stuck it back onto his butt, making a sizzling sound. "Tsssss... Sizzzzlllee."
Just then, the door handle joggled and unlocked, a sleepy Miyako walking in. Her hair was a mess and she was still in a pink fuzzy nightgown that drapped to the tops of her knees. She obviously didn't expect anybody to be in the staff room.
Ken and Davis both turned their heads to look at Miyako with raised eyebrows, not knowing what to think. Standing there with blank expressions, they looked back at each other and glared hatefully.
"..Huh? AHHHH!!" Miyako screeched, opening an eye and noticing the two boys. She looked around before running to Davis and grabbing the pillow out of his hand. Glaring at both of them, she smacked them upside the head with the pillow and turned around to run out of the room as quickly as she came.
"...What the heck?" Davis blinked, some hair messily spoofed over his forehead from Yolei's pillow attack. Raising an eyebrow under it, in utter confusion. He wondered what was up with Yolei and the others, not to forget him and Ken's new strange location they suddenly appeared in.
Seeing the door left open and unlocked, Ken turned his head and glared at Davis with a curled lip. "I abhor you." He hissed, raising his right arm and lashing out at Davis's ribs with his elbow. Connecting he smirked as the boy let out a whoosh of air and took a step back from the impact.
Davis stumbled backwards a step before regaining himself and launching at the retreating form of Ken. He slammed the base of his palms against Ken's shoulders, the both of them collapsing on the table, Davis on top of Ken.
Raising an eyebrow, Ken snarled and shoved Davis off onto the floor, sitting up and jumping off the table. Landing on Davis, he jumped up and down on the dazed child's' chest. Stepping off, he finally kicked him in the ribs before running out of the room like a girl. "Don't ever TOUCH me again!" He shrieked, his voice cracking as he ran down the studio hallway.
Davis blinked blankly up at the ceiling, still laying on his back beside the coffee table. Silent, listening to a crash far down the hall, and a distant male cackle wandering away.
"Jingle bells.. Batman smells.. Robin laid an egg.. Do de dooooOOOOoooo!!" Ken from the real world sang out loud, laying on the grassy ground of the soccer field. "...I sing badly." He was in a good mood, as usual, except when Miyako was around anyway, but she wasn't. It was only him, Daisuke, and his red yo-yo he bought for a few yen or so. He wasn't really counting; you didn't have to if you were rich.
"..Cha ching. Badda bing. Where's maih -SLING?!-" Ken grinned up at the sky, looking past the yo-yo up at the orangey-pink sunset that cascaded over the city, engulfing the buildings around and leaving the bottom of the soccer field in darkness. He liked the peaceful calm of the meeting place, no wonder he picked it.
The yo-yo swung back and forth across his view as he waited for Daisuke. Staring at it, he took a quick glance around before focusing on the red object, spotting a lamp post at the side of the field. He wondered what would happen if he were to hypnotize himself and bash into it. Maybe it would go on, or even get a dent in the side of it. Interesting thought.
Slowly slipping into a trance as he watched the hypnotizing yo-yo swing back and forth in his grip, he never noticed Daisuke making his way down the long set of stairs casually. All he payed attention to was the yo-yo.. and the last thought he had on his mind about running into the lamp post. Slowly his eyelids slid halfway over his amethyst eyes, staring vacantly at the yo-yo. He began to talk out loud to himself, sounding distant. "..I will get up and walk towards the lamp post.. Yesss.."
Slowly raising to his feet, his arm and eyes remained locked in place, staring at the swinging yo-yo. Turning around, he began walking towards Daisuke as he approached holding DemiVeemon. Keeping his arm held out and the watching the yo-yo, he steadily walked towards Daisuke, who looked confused as ever.
"..Ken?" Daisuke blinked, raising an eyebrow as his best friend began walking towards him, along with whispering something beneath his breath. Standing in front of the oncoming boy, he kept DemiVeemon held stiffly in his arms. Though the Digimon knew this Ken was his friend, he felt like he couldn't trust him for an unexplainable reason.
As Ken kept walking steadily towards Daisuke, he sidestepped and began to pick up speed as he was heading towards the lamp post. "Must.. Run.. Crash into post.." He said beneath his breath, breaking into a full speed run. As he began to breath heavily, blasting across the field on his feet, he focused everything on the green lamp pole a few feet in front of him.
Daisuke watched Ken walk past and start running away from him, being confused he stood there and watched blankly. Finally both his eyes opened as he saw that Ken was heading straight for the lamp post. Raising his arms, he sat DemiVeemon on his head and began chasing after Ken while waving his arms. "HEY KEN! KEN! YO! DUUDE!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT-" Daisuke was too late as Ken bashed right into the lamp post, his long arms twining around the thin pole as he sunk to the ground with a groan. "..Post."
Cringing, Daisuke trotted up to the crumpled heap that was Ken, still wearing his clothes from the following day. As DemiVeemon sat on his head, he watched as Daisuke grabbed Ken's hand and strongly yanked him up to his feet. Keeping a tight grasp on Ken's arm, he kept him from falling down again as he slowly came to.
Ken finally blinked his eyes and he looked around to observe his surroundings, noticing that he wasn't on the ground waiting for Daisuke anymore. Confused, he looked at Daisuke who was latched onto his arm like a vice, making Ken wince from a throbbing pain across his head and chest from smashing into the pole. "Oww.. What'd you do, beat me up?" Ken coughed, shaking the dizziness and pain away.
"What? Huh? Have you no clue? Hola el comprendé? Wow you must have hit your head hard.. If no el comprehendé." Daisuke blinked. He wondered what was going on with his best friend when DemiVeemon tapped him on the head and drew attention to himself. "I don't think he's truthtable."
Ken and Dai both blinked at that, both looking up at DemiVeemon with a confused expression. Ken had his eyebrow raised as he stared at the blue fuzzy thing. "Heeeeyyyy, you got some weird thing on your head Daisuke. New hat? It talksus funny." He chuckled like a drunk for a few moments, before reaching out suddenly to grab the blue stuffed animal. "LEMME EAT IT!!"
Daisuke almost burst out laughing, as DemiVeemon turned a little purple in anger. He stuck out his tongue at Ken and turned away from him with his little arms crossed. "I wouldn't talk if I were you. Nyah!"
"Ooh, big words for a little blue hat!" Ken poked, also turning around and folding his arms over his chest. Turning his nose up to the sky, he closed his eyes and snorted. "Hmph! Stupid hat, insulting me, bwah." He grumbled.
Daisuke stood in the middle. "..Eh?" He looked from one to the other in confusion, finally giving up he sighed and threw his hands up in the air, unaware of smacking Ken square in the forehead, where a developing bruise happened to be.
Ken blinked as Daisuke's hand struck him above the nose, his hand rose to the tender spot and rubbed it and he eyed Daisuke accusingly. "Why'd you do that?!" He huffed, his hand covering his nose as he slowly recovered from the smack.
Daisuke blinked as he looked at Ken in confusion. "..Do what?"
"Hit me!"
"Really..?" Daisuke blinked, raising an eyebrow as he wondered what was wrong with his friend. Did he really ask for Daisuke to hit him? Shaking his head a little, he waited for Ken's reply.
"Yes!" Ken grumped.
"..Okay." Pulling up his right hand, he swung it across the air and slammed his fist across Ken's chin, causing the kid's head to snap to the side and stumble back in a daze, gripping his chin.
"Oww! What did you do THAT for!?" Ken complained, rubbing the side of his jaw with his hand. Eyeing Daisuke for a moment, he shook his head as if to clear the dizziness away.
"..You told me to hit you." Daisuke snickered, covering his hand with his mouth as he chuckled beneath it. DemiVeemon who was on top of his head was nearly falling off from laughing too hard. In fact, he did.
"I asked you that?!" Ken blinked in confusement before rolling his eyes and shaking his head in annoyance. "I swear Daisuke, being in this totally freaked place has made you go bonkers. ..Reminds me of a candy out of a vending machine. Or is that yonkers?" Getting off track, the red yo-yo in Ken's hand jumped out as his flicked his hand down to the ground, snapping the balanced toy back to his palm again.
"Hey.. How'd you get that yo-yo anyways?" Daisuke blinked, watching as Ken played with the toy in his hand. He watched as Ken controlled it, able to make it sleep for a few seconds before snapping back up.
"This? Easy. Millions of bucks, yen, whatever, and a toy store." Ken grinned, looking up at Daisuke. Slowly lifting his chin proudly, he took a step back, turned his wrist, and flung the yo-yo screaming into the air, swinging it behind him in an expert around-the-world trick.
Daisuke watched, almost amazed as Ken handled the wooden toy as though he's been playing with it for years. Raising a single eyebrow, he slid his weight onto one foot and slowly tilted his head, until he remembered about Chibimon who clung to his hair. Reaching up, he patted his head. Daisuke blinked, finding the critter nowhere to be found. "'The hell...?"
"Hmm. Hey, you figure out how we're supposed vanish out of this place? It's giving me the creeps. ..Especially that little blue hat of yours." Ken snickered. Folding his legs beneath him, he sat down on the grassy field and simply stared up at his friend.
"Vanish out of this place..? No. I thought you were going to think of that one. Being as how you're the 'GENIUS' in this hell spot." Daisuke calmly replied, also sitting down on the field. Looking around once more before staring at Ken with his long messed hair, he wondered what would happen if the digidestineds, the real ones, suddenly showed up and found them talking.
"Pff. Me being a genius would be a miracle, even if I play one on T.V." Ken yawned, stretching out his arms, obviously not caring whether or not he was seen with Daisuke and Chibimon. Wherever that little stuffed animal was. Planting his hands in the grass behind him, he leaned back and looked up at the sky through strands of dark blue hair. "I suppose I could give it a shot in the Digiworld." He pondered, his voice serious and natural.
"..Wow, did I just say that? Amazing." Ken grinned a little, looked at Daisuke. "But what I really meant, I think.. Is.. We came from the little base screen in our dimension -yeah, that sounds better- and ended up here. Well what if we were to go back to the other base.. here. There. Digital thing.. With the thing screen. You know? The one that shows... pretty little pictures on it..." He trailed off, losing the grip on his serious train of thought, and slowly started to smirk in a dreamy daze. "How I enjoy ice cream sundaes... Don't -you,- blade of grass?" Ken stared at a fresh slice of grass between his fingers he had plucked, smiling softly.
Daisuke understood what Ken was trying to say, even the ice cream sundae part. Man, those are good. To simply retrace the steps, and see if the same thing works here was definitely a good idea. Nodding he looked down at the grassy terrain, then picked it with his fingers before looking up into the steps of the soccer field. Looking at the top bench where they sat that one night, he suddenly started to get homesick.