Skap [Shadow King / Angel Prince] -: Okay, okay. I give. Uncle. I've been
screamed at, begged, pleaded. Wow, didn't know people liked this story.
*Grins,* and I'm afraid I totally agree with Crystal Mew. I had no idea I
was losing so much control over the story. I'll try my best to revive it
though. Thank you for believing in me peoples. *Peace sign.*
Oh, oh! Wait a second. Maybe for those who are as confused as I am would like a recap? It would sure help me, that's for sure. Well, anyways. Here we go.. *Snaps his fingers and calls on a very scary looking teenager with sharp fangs and white wings, dressed in a black leather suit.* Muse, recap please.
Muse : No. Skap : ..Okay, fine. Ken. Daisuke. Recap, now.
Ken & Daisuke : ..Huh? We don't want to.
Skap : Muse. Muse growls at them.
Ken : I'm up for it! Daisuke : Yeah, yeah. Me too! Ken starts.
Ken : .*Glare.* Ken : Alright, we first started out with me, and Miyako -God is she ever annoying. She broke my camera.
Skap : Focus, before -you- piss off the readers.
Ken : Me? I could never piss them off. They love me. *Bows and waves at all who pay attention to him then hears a growl from Skap's muse and shudders.* Eh.. Anyways. Jump start ahead. Daisuke and I got sucked into this vortex thing and ended up in some wacky dimension where everything's upside down, I mean. I'm the Digimon Emperor for REAL in that messed up place. Daisuke, onto you- I have passed the potato my friend.
Daisuke :..Yeah, we had rough landings. I still don't see why we couldn't have landed on a pile of pillows, I mean, we should get paid overtime for that dude. Well, I get to be Davis the Digidestined leader, with my best friend as an enemy. Not really, but you get the point. So we met up in the soccer field, and I became homesick.. Who wouldn't be man? You know, stuck in some weird sixth dimension space place full of nutcrackers.
Ken : You're babbling. ..And doing the whole double roll thing is just too confusing for me. Especially the way I had to act retarded, running into a lamppost, and then a pile of boxes after being PUNCHED, seriously by Daisuke. ..I should kick your ass for that.
Daisuke snickers a little : I still think the you in an apron thing is hilarious dude.
Skap : Silence. Shush. Dear readers thank you once again for your support, and this whole nonsense thing was to get me back in action. Now.. Onward to the playground! Er, story.
Ken: ..Did he just attempt a joke? Oh, yes. Thank you very much people, I would have never been able to complain until it was all over if it wasn't for you. *Wide grin, edging away from the moody Skap.*
Daisuke : Yah man! Dudes and dudettes! *Waves.* See you during the next intermission! Whoo! *Runs off to the change rooms.*
"You know, Ken and Daisuke have been acting really weird lately." Takeru blinked, looking over at Hikari as they turned around a corner and walked out of the Digimon Studios. The entire group, excluded the named pair were shocked and puzzled at the sudden change in personalities. They decided to blame it on attention at first, but not even Ken and Dai would go so far as to trash the studio over a random fight.
"I agree, and Kiyoshi isn't anywhere in site. I mean, he usually hangs around with Ken or runs around pissing us off, so this is more weird than usual. Do you think Ken and Dai broke up and Kiyoshi ran away or something?" Hikari, the ditz wondered out loud as she looked at Takeru with her eyebrows furrowed in slight concern.
Takeru blinked and raised a blonde eyebrow over his sky blue eyes. "Sometimes Hikari, I don't get you. Why would Kiyoshi run away if Ken and Daisuke broke up, and since when did they start going out on dates anyways..?" Looking around the slim hallway they were walking down, he stopped when he watched Ken suddenly run across the hallway in front of them and disappeared around the corner, cackling insanely.
Hikari jumped when she heard a crash and a brief sound of silence, before the cackling started up with the sound of retreating footsteps. "..Because he's an insane freak and Daisuke is gay?" She smirked a little; rolling her eyes up to the ceiling and flipping her hair back over her shoulder. Looking down at herself briefly, she frowned a little, thinking she should change into something sluttier to attract Takeru.
"Well, maybe. Maybe not." Takeru shrugged as they approached the hallway that Ken ran through. Bending forwards, he peered around the corner, his eyebrow twitched at what he saw. A pile of boxes that were left on a trolley in front of a door was what Ken had crashed into. Some were crumpled where he hit, and others were scattered in a little pile, plus one had a dent in it where he must have stepped to get over the mess. "You got the insane freak part right though."
Hearing a female growl from beneath the boxes, Takeru and Hikari turned around just in time to sidestep Miyako whose face was red with rage, and lowered to glare at the floor. She must have been out of it, because she didn't notice she was about to walk right over a box. Takeru reached out his hand and grabbed her sleeve to pull her back, only to be suddenly and unexpectedly slapped across the face.
Miyako glared at Takeru, then blinked and her face flushed when she realized what she had done, hit the wrong person. "Oops. I'm sorry. That was meant for Ken or Daisuke." A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead as she smiled innocently, embarrassed. "Sorry again, TK." Looking down at the floor she gasped at seeing her pink fuzzy slippers and matching nightgown, thinking of what she must have looked like. "I have to go! Bye!" Backing up, she turned and jogged down the hall Takeru and Hikari just came out of.
Lifting his hand to his cheek, Takeru blinked and rubbed the sore spot where Miyako struck only a minute ago. "..Ouch. She's got a strong arm." Shaking his head, he looked over at Hikari who was standing beside him and not paying attention. Her shoulders seemed to be shaking, or quivering beneath her royal blue tank top. "Uh, Hikari? Hika? Are you okay?" Reaching out his hand, he merely tapped Hikari on the shoulder, and received a tense hand snatch his throat and dig their fingernails into his soft flesh.
Hikari, who was in an extreme fit of rage at the moment, caused by anger at Miyako for hitting Takeru, and jealousy of Miyako even touching Takeru, didn't notice when he hand acquired a mind of its own and leapt out for Takeru's throat. Only until she heard a weird, strangled noise escape his lips she turned around and let go of him in shock. "Takeru! Oh my gosh! I'm sorry. I-"
"Yeah, yeah; intended for someone else. Sheesh, Hikari. I thought you were the smart one. Now I see you're both stupid." He snorted, shaking his head at her and walking away. Stepping over the pile of cardboard boxes, not caring what he happened to break or squish in the process of escaping the clutches of Hikari. Sighing, he closed his eyes and blocked out her pleas. Wandering through the empty hallways of the studios, Takeru lifted his head and looked around. The artificial lighting catching the highlights of his blonde hair, making it shine golden. He wondered if he could find his brother, Yamato, or even Tai. They should be around somewhere, usually they helped out when they weren't needed on set. His soft footsteps halted as he heard a savage muttering coming from behind a door. "..Hmm?"
Taking a step towards the nearest door, he stopped thinking and went silent, pressing his ear up to the door. He could recognize the voice as Ken's, but he was snarling on about the Digital World as if it existed, and he was talking to somebody about it. Listening for a few more minutes, he heard the topic change to 'that idiot Davis' and such. Furrowing his eyebrows, he gripped the door handle and slowly turned it, then slipped through and closed it quietly behind him.
Ken was sitting on a box, in what appeared to be the costume storage room. A wide range of costumes hung on racks arranged in the colors of the rainbow, plus the other colors that didn't fit. Raising an eyebrow, he creeped his way over to Ken, listening to him rage on about how he would never be treated this way. Takeru could make out the sounds of typing as he got closer, furious typing in fact. Standing over Ken, who was dressed oddly in his costume still, that appeared to be worn and dusty, Takeru cocked his head to the side and stayed quiet.
"Insolent little fools. Who the HELL do they think they are? I should just create a dark ring that can control humans too. Then I'd make them all walk off a cliff. Except I would torture Davis first, and Miyako. Stupid little girl. Stupid little BOY. THEY'RE ALL STUPID. Grrr.. Just wait. Just wait 'till I lock them in a cell inside my base and watch them rot. They'd never mess with me again, because they'd be DEAD." Ken snarled, sounding very much like the Digimon Emperor gone crazy with rage. He chuckled evilly beneath his breath, pausing in his typing.
"I heard you come in. Don't you DARE try to hide out of my site. Show yourself, knave. If you want to attempt sneaking up on a person, which you did with a pathetic attempt, you must breath more shallow and actually CONCENTRATE on what you are doing." Ken hissed, speaking to Takeru who was standing behind him and watching with slight interest. After a moment of not seeing him, he lifted his head and looked around, then closed the laptop and stood up. "I said SHOW YOURSELF."
Takeru blinked, then sidestepped and stepped ahead so he was standing beside Ken and trying to look bored and disinterested. Staring at the costumes on the racks, he kept his ears focused for whatever Ken was going to say. For the moment, the confused boy stood in silence and stiff as a statue. "I did. I was standing right behind you." Takeru spoke clearly; he heard a shuffle of movement and the noise of shoes scraping across of the flat cement floor as Ken spun around to face him.
"As I suspected. Ah, Takeru, the little prick that hangs around with Hikari, competing to be the Digidestined leader. What brought you to me, brat? They say curiosity killed the cat, and indeed it did." Ken hissed, his eyebrows were lowered and his mouth was curled up in a challenging smirk. His black-blue hair was combed and straight against his head, a clump of bangs hanging over his left brow. He appeared as he would on set without the Emperor's costume on, except the only difference were his eyes. They were cold as ice and hard as stone. His gaze pierced Takeru's.
Takeru blinked in surprise as he studied Ken's eyes, noticing how different they looked. Listening to his words confused him even more; Ken didn't speak like that unless it was read in his lines. He preferred more simple words and less genius dialect. Suddenly suspicious, he lowered his eyebrows in return, looking defiant. "Curiosity may have killed the cat, Ken, but satisfaction brought him back." Takeru accepted the challenge, standing as tall as Ken so they were staring eye to eye. He wondered what kind of game Ken was playing now, did he really want a character face off.. Or was this a doppelganger?
A spark of anger ignited his eyes once more as Takeru called him by his name, which he absolutely hated. "Indeed it did, but do not bite off more than you can chew, Takeru. You'll choke and die." He hissed, breaking into a dangerous chuckle as he clutched a black laptop to him. Taking a step towards the right, he watched Takeru take a step towards the left, still eyeing him suspiciously. "Digidestined, don't think you can incite me and live to tell about it." He spat, his cold gaze trickling over Takeru like a jackknife.
Takeru stopped and raised an eyebrow at Ken, who was acting less goofy and more dangerous than he could ever remember. Blinking his blue orbs of curiosity, he shook his head again. "Exactly who are you? You're not the Ken I know." Shaking his head again, he definitely considered the doppelganger idea, except they were said to be myths, unless their twins. He never knew Ken had a twin though, he only knew about Kiyoshi and someone named Osamu who was supposed to be arriving today to familiarize himself with the set and an acting job, appearing in the same episode as Kiyoshi to pose as Ken's older brother.
"Fool, I am the Digimon Emperor. Known in the real world as Ken Ichijouji I abandoned that place, but I was somehow brought back, and now it's more screwed up than ever." Ken, the Digimon Emperor snorted with his nose wrinkled in disgust. Staring at Takeru with disdain he snickered, "You seem to have forgotten who I was in less than a day. Did you hit your head? I bet the vibrations through that thick skull of yours rattled your tiny brain. I should really pity you."
"Huh..? That's all a TV show Ken. You're an actor and you got carried away with your character! Snap out of it." Takeru shook his head, and sighed, he read about the way some actors get carried away with their character and end up thinking they're that person for a while. Turning his head down, he blinked when he spotted the laptop wedged between Ken's elbow and hip. "Where did you get that?"
Ken raised an eyebrow while his glare of hatred slipped into a look of puzzlement; he really did wonder what happened to TK's brain to make him think of such crazy thoughts. He knew his world had shifted and he found himself inside some studio, but the way everybody was telling him he was just an actor amongst the whole thing made no sense. Looking down at his laptop, he smirked at TK, "now that's really none of your concern Takeru, and as for the me being just an actor bit, I'm afraid I am unable to believe you and your crazy ranting. I am the Digimon Emperor, and you have been annoying me ever since I could feel your presence. Leave me now, or I -will- deal with you in another way."
Blinking in silence, Takeru shook his head a little and couldn't help but chuckle at Ken. "Fine, fine Ken. You win, but I want you to answer a question first.." Takeru trailed off, he smirked at what he was about to ask. The question would be the easiest of them all, if this really was the Ken he knew, and there was a chance it would bring him back to his reality. He raised an eyebrow, looking serious but the spark of humor existed in his sky blue eyes. "..Who is your younger brother?"
-Beep. Scene change.-
Breaking out of his snore, Ken sat up and blinked sleepily. His hair remained a mess, sticking out from the sides of his head randomly; it swayed when he turned his head to look around the dark room bleary eyed, trying to remember where he was. The thought came to him and he groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead on his hands, wincing from the bruise caused by last nights oddity. "Ouch. Am I ever getting sick of this place.. Can I go home now? For the hell of it, heaven for 15minutes, I can accept that. I wonder what Kiyoshi's doing." Gripping the wooden railing on the edge of his bed, he rolled over and prepared to jump over the railing.
The door open when he was in mid-jump, startling him and he tumbled awkwardly to the floor, "ack!" His right foot somehow caught between the wood railings and kept him hanging there with his arms scraping against the floor, breathing hard in surprise. With a funny look on his face he had a sense of dejavu, his pajama shirt slid down revealing his chest and stomach. "Uh.. Morning.. Mom." He blinked, looking at the figure in the doorway, shadowed by the darkness of his room.
Hearing the feminine gasp, Mrs. Ichijouji immedidately crossed the room towards her precious little boy, about to pull him from where he was hanging. Her arms reached out to his bare chest and it was then that his foot slipped right through and he tumbled to the floor at her feet. He laid there for a few moments in silence; a pair of arms wrapped around his chest, hooked themselves beneath his armpits and pulled him up in a standing position. He was then squished in a bear hug and heard the distant crooning of the voice that usually made him cringe. "Oh Ken! Oh dear, honey, are you all right? Should I take you to the hospital? Say something Ken!"
Dear god how did he put up with this? And he thought of his real mother shoving his brother at him and shaking her head every time he fell over was bad. Shaking his head a little, he looked up into a pair of brown eyes that stared down at him in worry. "No. No, I'm fine. I have to get ready for school if you don't mind." He sighed, pulling away from her, feeling her arms droop and seeing her head nod. He wondered why she wasn't at work yet.
"Okay honey. I'll leave you to get ready. Want me to drive you? I'll do anything Ken dear. Oh, I should get your lunch and breakfast ready." She smiled at him, and then turned around to leave. Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she pulled it behind her, stopping to turn on the light then shutting it. The sounds of her footsteps retreating down the hall soon became the sounds of things moving around in the kitchen.
"..Right. Well." Looking around, he went to sit down, momentarily forgetting he just fell out of bed. Falling back on his butt, he sat there and growled in annoyance to himself. He really wasn't up for this today; he felt his stomach rolling around in nervousness. Standing up groggily, he counted the hours of sleep he got last night- two, or three. What a delightful number, enough to actually make him grumpy. Sliding open the closet door, he looked in at the clothes, seeing how dull and boring they were he shook his head. He would have to go clothes shopping. Unless he wasn't going to be staying that long, he hoped.
Grabbing the gray school suit, and a white button-up shirt, he threw them on the floor and closed the door. Yawning, he closed his eyes and staggered towards the pile of clothing. Sliding out of his pajama top, not caring whether he had to mess with the buttons or not, he threw it on top of the unmade bed and grabbed the white shirt. Replacing it, he slid off the pajama bottoms and kicked them off while doing up the buttons on the shirt. Putting on the pants and tucking the white shirt in, he hunted around for a pair of socks and finally finished getting dressed, nearly forgetting the fact that he had to wear slippers in this place.
Standing over the pink slippers with the open backs, he giggled and shook his head, slipping his feet into them and opening the door to his room. Stepping out, he turned off the light and made his way to the washroom, noticing how quiet the place got. "Hmm?" He blinked, looking into the kitchen, finding a note on the counter with a bowl of whatever. She had left already, that was fast. Clicking on the bathroom light he grabbed a black comb and began to actually tame his hair, the way he remembered how it was supposed to be done.
Looking at himself in the mirror, staring at his hair, then his eyes and the gray jacket that wasn't closed, revealing his white shirt, black belt, and gray slacks, he smirked a little. "Getting ready for a long day.. Oi god, this kid's a genius and I'm in his shoes. What a day this is going to be.. No friends, hard work.." He groaned to himself, walking towards the door, passing his breakfast. Grabbing his backpack, he grabbed his shoes and pulled off the slippers. Putting on the black shoes, he made a face and slung the backpack over his shoulder. Walking out the door, a weird thought occurred to him; now he was Ken Ichijouij, boy genius.
Standing in the elevator, he rocked back and forth, his eyes half closed. Halfway down the apartment building, the door opened and a young boy stepped in. Music blasted from his headphones, and it was then Ken started to wake up and blinked. Staring at the boy, he listened to the music until the boy turned his head to look at him. The child blinked and his eyes widened. "HEY! AREN'T YOU KEN ICHIJOUJI?" He yelled, making Ken wince a little, then nod.
The music stopped when the boy reached into his pocket, then pulled off the headphones and stare at him in amazement. "I saw you on TV. Are you really smart? That's cool. I never met a.. Smart person before." He grinned a wide toothy grin; a few of his front teeth were missing. Black eyes looked up at him with innocent amazement. "My sister likes you. Did you ever meet her? I bet she wants your autograph!"
Ken blinked and grinned, a plan developed in his head. "Sure thing kid. Can you do something for me though?" Titling his head, he looked down at the boy, and thinking how much he missed his CD player and all the music that streamed out of it from his CDs. Knowing music was something like coffee to him, it supplied him with energy no matter how tired he was.
The kid nodded frantically. "Okay! What do you want me to do?"
"Well.. You see. I have an experiment going, and I really need a CD player to complete it. I'll give it back to you as soon as it's finished, but if I could borrow it for a while.. I'll be thankful and I'll your sister that autograph." He smiled, watching the boy slide off his backpack to produce a piece of paper and a pen. Holding out his hand he took it and scribbled his name a few times. "There's a few autographs for your friends."
The boy's eyes lit up and he handed over the CD player, which Ken took with a smile. The elevator doors opened on the main floor and he walked out, leaving the boy to stand and ogle at the young genius, star of Tomachi Elementary.
-Beep. Scene Change.-
Daisuke swayed and snapped his fingers as he wandered down the sidewalk; a pair of goggles donned his head, the usual purple vest grooved against the striped shirt he wore. His bare legs showing a scrape on his left knee beneath the tanned shorts as he turned and bobbed his head playing a make- believe guitar. Arching his back he spun around again and kept walking, a beat playing in his head, looking strange to be listening to music that played in his head other than from a walkman. The music switched and he hummed a different tune while looking around.
Instead of on his way to school, he decided to be a little late and make his way over to Ken's apartment in Tomachi. He knew the address from looking at the character sheets they were all given, and then passed around to laugh at what kind of character they had to play. He sighed, remembering his true home back in the other dimension, wondering what exactly was going on. Looking up at the clear blue sky, people dodged around him with a grunt or a shake of their head. Daisuke never paid any attention to this.
Bobbing his head once again, he hummed to Sugar Ray with a grin, still staring up at the clouds past the tall buildings, making out weird shapes and animals. Even aliens. Kicking his heel against the pavement, he spun around and began to dance while he walked again, having a party by himself. He remembered doing this with Ken, he way they'd break out and dance to whatever, then get yelled at for goofing off on set. He chuckled; Ken moon walking on top of the mountain was one of the best.
Turning around once more so he was walking the right way, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. Taking a step back he blinked in surprise as he saw a steady flow of black-blue hair crash right into him, he fell back and stared up at the sky in confusion, wonder why he was on the ground. The person who slammed into him was still standing, and Ken's face came into view, only his hair was combed and he was wearing a school uniform.
"Daisuke..?" He blinked, raising an eyebrow, the fingers of his left hand draped across his chest gripping a black shoulder strap. He stood up straight again when Daisuke stood up and looked into his violet eyes. His face twisted and he burst out laughing. He couldn't see Ken's expression, but he knew it was a funny one, maybe even embarrassed.
Looking at Ken again, his eyes trailed down his clothing, from the top of his head to the tip of his shoes. Grinning, he poked Ken in the chest and stepped beside him, turning around and facing the same direction his buddy was. "Hi Ken! Going to school? That's amazing." Daisuke grinned sideways, bringing his arm around to rest on the closest shoulder to him, leaning on his best friend. "I thought we would skip, but since you skipped yesterday. Hey, what did the folks think of that?"
Ken just groaned and shook his head, half closing an eye as Daisuke yattered away in his ear. Sure he was glad to see his friend, but dressed the way he was he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Sighing, he rolled his eyes upwards to the sky, only giving Daisuke half of his attention as he wondered where the other Digidestined were, what if they could be anywhere? Maybe even followed Daisuke without him knowing. That was the last thing he needed, to defend himself against them. "..Uh."
Daisuke stopped and looked over at Ken, his grin shrank and he blinked, trying to figure out what was wrong with Ken this morning. Seeing how his face looked pale, and the dark circles under his eyes his lower lip stuck out as he thought. "Why didn't you sleep well..? Strange bed? Or just up all night thinking?" Raising an eyebrow, he looked around then stopped, holding Ken back by his shoulder, right in front of a coffee shop.
"..All of the above? Just worried over Kiyoshi. Wondering what he's doing, because I know everybody gets annoyed by him.. Except us, and we're not there to look after him. He could be dead by now. And, I want to go home. I've had enough of this fun house." He sighed, letting Daisuke steer him inside the coffee shop, simply collapsing into a chair and hitting the table top with his forehead.
"Hmm. Yeah, I get ya man. We should skip then, try to find a way back home, and let whoever lives in this place take care of the mess we created." Daisuke grinned, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head. "I'm sure they won't mind, and if they do, hey, they can't blame us. We'll be gonzo" He reasoned in his own way, trying to reassure and persuade Ken to take another day off.
A waiter strolled to their table and looked down at them, giving Ken a rather odd expression, just staring at the top of his head. "Anything to drink for you two?" He asked, looking over at Daisuke, who raised his hand, holding up two fingers. "Two coffees please. Make one a large, he really needs it."
Yolei blinked as she passed the coffee shop, swearing she saw Davis sitting with the cute and evil Ken Ichijouji. Stopping in her tracks, swearing she heard a screech, she blinked and stood there for a few minutes, then turned around nodding to herself. It was indeed Davis and Ken, but why were they talking, and in a coffee shop even? Opening the door, she walked in and stood in the entrance, looking over at their table. Raising an eyebrow, she stared at what she saw.. Ken was faced down on the table, Davis looked at ease, and what she heard made her even more confused.
Listening to Davis talk about skipping, and going back home, then letting whoever lived in this place clean up their mess made her head spin. What place? Skip to go home? Both of them? She shook her head and remained silently by the door, deciding to sneak in and sit down at a table out of their site to listen. Even if she was supposed to be on her way to the store to pick up some poster board for a project, she thought this was more important- or interesting at least.
Ken shook his head, his forehead grinding against the tabletop, finally sitting up his fingers dug into his hair while he still shook his head. "I think I should just check out Tomachi, fail a test or two, and then.. I don't know, Dai." He groaned, looking down at the table. "If we go to the Digital World, and stand in front of the damn screen how are you so sure it's going to work? Maybe there's a purpose why we're here, Daisuke."
The waiter came by, balancing a tray with his left hand while he took two Styrofoam cups, one larger than the other and set them on the table between them. Daisuke took the time to thank him before he walked off.
Daisuke shook his head and looked over at Ken, listening to the overhead music before continuing on. "Ken, why would there be a specific purpose for us to be here? We should be back home where we belong, where this is all myth and nothing but a kid's show. I know my idea would work it has to work. We could have been in the wrong place at the right time, think about it dude, there was a thunderstorm and it struck the building. It made the control room screen come alive and suck us into here." He explained, trying to back up his reason to make it believable with the past events, trying to convince Ken and himself.
Ken collapsed against the table again, staring directly at Yolei without realizing it. "Wrong place at the right time, yeah right Daisuke. I've heard of the paranormal alien stuff, this is like the movies. We were switched for some unknown reason, some thing that we haven't even thought of yet. It's like a mystery we have to figure out, connect the dots to form a picture. Place puzzle pieces in the right spot and you'll see it. I always hated puzzles.." He blinked and gasped, finally realizing whom he was staring at. Sitting upright, he blinked and looked away from Yolei.
Daisuke watched Ken's quick movements, like he felt something jab his ribs or like he just saw a ghost. "..What's the matter?" He watched as Ken cocked his head towards the direction of Yolei, who slid out of her chair and began walking over to them. Turning around, Daisuke's eyes bulged and he closed his mouth, and then grinned like a child caught doing something wrong. Hearing Ken start to get up, he didn't do anything to stop him, but Yolei reached out and grabbed his arm, slamming him down into the chair without hesitation.
As an attempt to regain the role he was supposed to be playing around the Digidestined, Ken stiffened and turned around in his chair to glare at Yolei, who glared right back. "Unhand me, fool, before you'll be the one to regret it." He snarled, pulling his arm away, slowly rising out of his chair to stand in front of Yolei and intimidate her like he would if it was the Digimon Emperor.
"Oh no you don't. You don't fool me, Ken. If that even is your real name." Yolei glared, letting go of his arm and placing her hand on his shoulder, shoving him back down into the chair. Leaning on the table, her hands placed firmly on it between them, her gaze went from on boy to the other accusingly. She heard Ken gulp and immediately looked at him. "Well?"
"Uh oh." Ken muttered beneath his breath, his mouth shrinking as he chewed on his bottom lip nervously. Turning his head to look over at Daisuke, he grimaced. "Argh, we've been exposed. I feel so naked." With a sweat drop of nervousness trailing down the side of his forehead he looked up at Miyako and grinned widely. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Ken Ichijouji. Hee." He heard the sound of Daisuke slapping his forehead..
-Beep. Scene Ending.-
Skap -: And there ya have it. Chapta 15. All. By. MYSELF. *Cheers.* Sure, sure, not as crazy, or hilarious.. But it at least has some sprinkles of humor.. I guess. I hope. 'Till next time.
Oh, oh! Wait a second. Maybe for those who are as confused as I am would like a recap? It would sure help me, that's for sure. Well, anyways. Here we go.. *Snaps his fingers and calls on a very scary looking teenager with sharp fangs and white wings, dressed in a black leather suit.* Muse, recap please.
Muse : No. Skap : ..Okay, fine. Ken. Daisuke. Recap, now.
Ken & Daisuke : ..Huh? We don't want to.
Skap : Muse. Muse growls at them.
Ken : I'm up for it! Daisuke : Yeah, yeah. Me too! Ken starts.
Ken : .*Glare.* Ken : Alright, we first started out with me, and Miyako -God is she ever annoying. She broke my camera.
Skap : Focus, before -you- piss off the readers.
Ken : Me? I could never piss them off. They love me. *Bows and waves at all who pay attention to him then hears a growl from Skap's muse and shudders.* Eh.. Anyways. Jump start ahead. Daisuke and I got sucked into this vortex thing and ended up in some wacky dimension where everything's upside down, I mean. I'm the Digimon Emperor for REAL in that messed up place. Daisuke, onto you- I have passed the potato my friend.
Daisuke :..Yeah, we had rough landings. I still don't see why we couldn't have landed on a pile of pillows, I mean, we should get paid overtime for that dude. Well, I get to be Davis the Digidestined leader, with my best friend as an enemy. Not really, but you get the point. So we met up in the soccer field, and I became homesick.. Who wouldn't be man? You know, stuck in some weird sixth dimension space place full of nutcrackers.
Ken : You're babbling. ..And doing the whole double roll thing is just too confusing for me. Especially the way I had to act retarded, running into a lamppost, and then a pile of boxes after being PUNCHED, seriously by Daisuke. ..I should kick your ass for that.
Daisuke snickers a little : I still think the you in an apron thing is hilarious dude.
Skap : Silence. Shush. Dear readers thank you once again for your support, and this whole nonsense thing was to get me back in action. Now.. Onward to the playground! Er, story.
Ken: ..Did he just attempt a joke? Oh, yes. Thank you very much people, I would have never been able to complain until it was all over if it wasn't for you. *Wide grin, edging away from the moody Skap.*
Daisuke : Yah man! Dudes and dudettes! *Waves.* See you during the next intermission! Whoo! *Runs off to the change rooms.*
"You know, Ken and Daisuke have been acting really weird lately." Takeru blinked, looking over at Hikari as they turned around a corner and walked out of the Digimon Studios. The entire group, excluded the named pair were shocked and puzzled at the sudden change in personalities. They decided to blame it on attention at first, but not even Ken and Dai would go so far as to trash the studio over a random fight.
"I agree, and Kiyoshi isn't anywhere in site. I mean, he usually hangs around with Ken or runs around pissing us off, so this is more weird than usual. Do you think Ken and Dai broke up and Kiyoshi ran away or something?" Hikari, the ditz wondered out loud as she looked at Takeru with her eyebrows furrowed in slight concern.
Takeru blinked and raised a blonde eyebrow over his sky blue eyes. "Sometimes Hikari, I don't get you. Why would Kiyoshi run away if Ken and Daisuke broke up, and since when did they start going out on dates anyways..?" Looking around the slim hallway they were walking down, he stopped when he watched Ken suddenly run across the hallway in front of them and disappeared around the corner, cackling insanely.
Hikari jumped when she heard a crash and a brief sound of silence, before the cackling started up with the sound of retreating footsteps. "..Because he's an insane freak and Daisuke is gay?" She smirked a little; rolling her eyes up to the ceiling and flipping her hair back over her shoulder. Looking down at herself briefly, she frowned a little, thinking she should change into something sluttier to attract Takeru.
"Well, maybe. Maybe not." Takeru shrugged as they approached the hallway that Ken ran through. Bending forwards, he peered around the corner, his eyebrow twitched at what he saw. A pile of boxes that were left on a trolley in front of a door was what Ken had crashed into. Some were crumpled where he hit, and others were scattered in a little pile, plus one had a dent in it where he must have stepped to get over the mess. "You got the insane freak part right though."
Hearing a female growl from beneath the boxes, Takeru and Hikari turned around just in time to sidestep Miyako whose face was red with rage, and lowered to glare at the floor. She must have been out of it, because she didn't notice she was about to walk right over a box. Takeru reached out his hand and grabbed her sleeve to pull her back, only to be suddenly and unexpectedly slapped across the face.
Miyako glared at Takeru, then blinked and her face flushed when she realized what she had done, hit the wrong person. "Oops. I'm sorry. That was meant for Ken or Daisuke." A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead as she smiled innocently, embarrassed. "Sorry again, TK." Looking down at the floor she gasped at seeing her pink fuzzy slippers and matching nightgown, thinking of what she must have looked like. "I have to go! Bye!" Backing up, she turned and jogged down the hall Takeru and Hikari just came out of.
Lifting his hand to his cheek, Takeru blinked and rubbed the sore spot where Miyako struck only a minute ago. "..Ouch. She's got a strong arm." Shaking his head, he looked over at Hikari who was standing beside him and not paying attention. Her shoulders seemed to be shaking, or quivering beneath her royal blue tank top. "Uh, Hikari? Hika? Are you okay?" Reaching out his hand, he merely tapped Hikari on the shoulder, and received a tense hand snatch his throat and dig their fingernails into his soft flesh.
Hikari, who was in an extreme fit of rage at the moment, caused by anger at Miyako for hitting Takeru, and jealousy of Miyako even touching Takeru, didn't notice when he hand acquired a mind of its own and leapt out for Takeru's throat. Only until she heard a weird, strangled noise escape his lips she turned around and let go of him in shock. "Takeru! Oh my gosh! I'm sorry. I-"
"Yeah, yeah; intended for someone else. Sheesh, Hikari. I thought you were the smart one. Now I see you're both stupid." He snorted, shaking his head at her and walking away. Stepping over the pile of cardboard boxes, not caring what he happened to break or squish in the process of escaping the clutches of Hikari. Sighing, he closed his eyes and blocked out her pleas. Wandering through the empty hallways of the studios, Takeru lifted his head and looked around. The artificial lighting catching the highlights of his blonde hair, making it shine golden. He wondered if he could find his brother, Yamato, or even Tai. They should be around somewhere, usually they helped out when they weren't needed on set. His soft footsteps halted as he heard a savage muttering coming from behind a door. "..Hmm?"
Taking a step towards the nearest door, he stopped thinking and went silent, pressing his ear up to the door. He could recognize the voice as Ken's, but he was snarling on about the Digital World as if it existed, and he was talking to somebody about it. Listening for a few more minutes, he heard the topic change to 'that idiot Davis' and such. Furrowing his eyebrows, he gripped the door handle and slowly turned it, then slipped through and closed it quietly behind him.
Ken was sitting on a box, in what appeared to be the costume storage room. A wide range of costumes hung on racks arranged in the colors of the rainbow, plus the other colors that didn't fit. Raising an eyebrow, he creeped his way over to Ken, listening to him rage on about how he would never be treated this way. Takeru could make out the sounds of typing as he got closer, furious typing in fact. Standing over Ken, who was dressed oddly in his costume still, that appeared to be worn and dusty, Takeru cocked his head to the side and stayed quiet.
"Insolent little fools. Who the HELL do they think they are? I should just create a dark ring that can control humans too. Then I'd make them all walk off a cliff. Except I would torture Davis first, and Miyako. Stupid little girl. Stupid little BOY. THEY'RE ALL STUPID. Grrr.. Just wait. Just wait 'till I lock them in a cell inside my base and watch them rot. They'd never mess with me again, because they'd be DEAD." Ken snarled, sounding very much like the Digimon Emperor gone crazy with rage. He chuckled evilly beneath his breath, pausing in his typing.
"I heard you come in. Don't you DARE try to hide out of my site. Show yourself, knave. If you want to attempt sneaking up on a person, which you did with a pathetic attempt, you must breath more shallow and actually CONCENTRATE on what you are doing." Ken hissed, speaking to Takeru who was standing behind him and watching with slight interest. After a moment of not seeing him, he lifted his head and looked around, then closed the laptop and stood up. "I said SHOW YOURSELF."
Takeru blinked, then sidestepped and stepped ahead so he was standing beside Ken and trying to look bored and disinterested. Staring at the costumes on the racks, he kept his ears focused for whatever Ken was going to say. For the moment, the confused boy stood in silence and stiff as a statue. "I did. I was standing right behind you." Takeru spoke clearly; he heard a shuffle of movement and the noise of shoes scraping across of the flat cement floor as Ken spun around to face him.
"As I suspected. Ah, Takeru, the little prick that hangs around with Hikari, competing to be the Digidestined leader. What brought you to me, brat? They say curiosity killed the cat, and indeed it did." Ken hissed, his eyebrows were lowered and his mouth was curled up in a challenging smirk. His black-blue hair was combed and straight against his head, a clump of bangs hanging over his left brow. He appeared as he would on set without the Emperor's costume on, except the only difference were his eyes. They were cold as ice and hard as stone. His gaze pierced Takeru's.
Takeru blinked in surprise as he studied Ken's eyes, noticing how different they looked. Listening to his words confused him even more; Ken didn't speak like that unless it was read in his lines. He preferred more simple words and less genius dialect. Suddenly suspicious, he lowered his eyebrows in return, looking defiant. "Curiosity may have killed the cat, Ken, but satisfaction brought him back." Takeru accepted the challenge, standing as tall as Ken so they were staring eye to eye. He wondered what kind of game Ken was playing now, did he really want a character face off.. Or was this a doppelganger?
A spark of anger ignited his eyes once more as Takeru called him by his name, which he absolutely hated. "Indeed it did, but do not bite off more than you can chew, Takeru. You'll choke and die." He hissed, breaking into a dangerous chuckle as he clutched a black laptop to him. Taking a step towards the right, he watched Takeru take a step towards the left, still eyeing him suspiciously. "Digidestined, don't think you can incite me and live to tell about it." He spat, his cold gaze trickling over Takeru like a jackknife.
Takeru stopped and raised an eyebrow at Ken, who was acting less goofy and more dangerous than he could ever remember. Blinking his blue orbs of curiosity, he shook his head again. "Exactly who are you? You're not the Ken I know." Shaking his head again, he definitely considered the doppelganger idea, except they were said to be myths, unless their twins. He never knew Ken had a twin though, he only knew about Kiyoshi and someone named Osamu who was supposed to be arriving today to familiarize himself with the set and an acting job, appearing in the same episode as Kiyoshi to pose as Ken's older brother.
"Fool, I am the Digimon Emperor. Known in the real world as Ken Ichijouji I abandoned that place, but I was somehow brought back, and now it's more screwed up than ever." Ken, the Digimon Emperor snorted with his nose wrinkled in disgust. Staring at Takeru with disdain he snickered, "You seem to have forgotten who I was in less than a day. Did you hit your head? I bet the vibrations through that thick skull of yours rattled your tiny brain. I should really pity you."
"Huh..? That's all a TV show Ken. You're an actor and you got carried away with your character! Snap out of it." Takeru shook his head, and sighed, he read about the way some actors get carried away with their character and end up thinking they're that person for a while. Turning his head down, he blinked when he spotted the laptop wedged between Ken's elbow and hip. "Where did you get that?"
Ken raised an eyebrow while his glare of hatred slipped into a look of puzzlement; he really did wonder what happened to TK's brain to make him think of such crazy thoughts. He knew his world had shifted and he found himself inside some studio, but the way everybody was telling him he was just an actor amongst the whole thing made no sense. Looking down at his laptop, he smirked at TK, "now that's really none of your concern Takeru, and as for the me being just an actor bit, I'm afraid I am unable to believe you and your crazy ranting. I am the Digimon Emperor, and you have been annoying me ever since I could feel your presence. Leave me now, or I -will- deal with you in another way."
Blinking in silence, Takeru shook his head a little and couldn't help but chuckle at Ken. "Fine, fine Ken. You win, but I want you to answer a question first.." Takeru trailed off, he smirked at what he was about to ask. The question would be the easiest of them all, if this really was the Ken he knew, and there was a chance it would bring him back to his reality. He raised an eyebrow, looking serious but the spark of humor existed in his sky blue eyes. "..Who is your younger brother?"
-Beep. Scene change.-
Breaking out of his snore, Ken sat up and blinked sleepily. His hair remained a mess, sticking out from the sides of his head randomly; it swayed when he turned his head to look around the dark room bleary eyed, trying to remember where he was. The thought came to him and he groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead on his hands, wincing from the bruise caused by last nights oddity. "Ouch. Am I ever getting sick of this place.. Can I go home now? For the hell of it, heaven for 15minutes, I can accept that. I wonder what Kiyoshi's doing." Gripping the wooden railing on the edge of his bed, he rolled over and prepared to jump over the railing.
The door open when he was in mid-jump, startling him and he tumbled awkwardly to the floor, "ack!" His right foot somehow caught between the wood railings and kept him hanging there with his arms scraping against the floor, breathing hard in surprise. With a funny look on his face he had a sense of dejavu, his pajama shirt slid down revealing his chest and stomach. "Uh.. Morning.. Mom." He blinked, looking at the figure in the doorway, shadowed by the darkness of his room.
Hearing the feminine gasp, Mrs. Ichijouji immedidately crossed the room towards her precious little boy, about to pull him from where he was hanging. Her arms reached out to his bare chest and it was then that his foot slipped right through and he tumbled to the floor at her feet. He laid there for a few moments in silence; a pair of arms wrapped around his chest, hooked themselves beneath his armpits and pulled him up in a standing position. He was then squished in a bear hug and heard the distant crooning of the voice that usually made him cringe. "Oh Ken! Oh dear, honey, are you all right? Should I take you to the hospital? Say something Ken!"
Dear god how did he put up with this? And he thought of his real mother shoving his brother at him and shaking her head every time he fell over was bad. Shaking his head a little, he looked up into a pair of brown eyes that stared down at him in worry. "No. No, I'm fine. I have to get ready for school if you don't mind." He sighed, pulling away from her, feeling her arms droop and seeing her head nod. He wondered why she wasn't at work yet.
"Okay honey. I'll leave you to get ready. Want me to drive you? I'll do anything Ken dear. Oh, I should get your lunch and breakfast ready." She smiled at him, and then turned around to leave. Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she pulled it behind her, stopping to turn on the light then shutting it. The sounds of her footsteps retreating down the hall soon became the sounds of things moving around in the kitchen.
"..Right. Well." Looking around, he went to sit down, momentarily forgetting he just fell out of bed. Falling back on his butt, he sat there and growled in annoyance to himself. He really wasn't up for this today; he felt his stomach rolling around in nervousness. Standing up groggily, he counted the hours of sleep he got last night- two, or three. What a delightful number, enough to actually make him grumpy. Sliding open the closet door, he looked in at the clothes, seeing how dull and boring they were he shook his head. He would have to go clothes shopping. Unless he wasn't going to be staying that long, he hoped.
Grabbing the gray school suit, and a white button-up shirt, he threw them on the floor and closed the door. Yawning, he closed his eyes and staggered towards the pile of clothing. Sliding out of his pajama top, not caring whether he had to mess with the buttons or not, he threw it on top of the unmade bed and grabbed the white shirt. Replacing it, he slid off the pajama bottoms and kicked them off while doing up the buttons on the shirt. Putting on the pants and tucking the white shirt in, he hunted around for a pair of socks and finally finished getting dressed, nearly forgetting the fact that he had to wear slippers in this place.
Standing over the pink slippers with the open backs, he giggled and shook his head, slipping his feet into them and opening the door to his room. Stepping out, he turned off the light and made his way to the washroom, noticing how quiet the place got. "Hmm?" He blinked, looking into the kitchen, finding a note on the counter with a bowl of whatever. She had left already, that was fast. Clicking on the bathroom light he grabbed a black comb and began to actually tame his hair, the way he remembered how it was supposed to be done.
Looking at himself in the mirror, staring at his hair, then his eyes and the gray jacket that wasn't closed, revealing his white shirt, black belt, and gray slacks, he smirked a little. "Getting ready for a long day.. Oi god, this kid's a genius and I'm in his shoes. What a day this is going to be.. No friends, hard work.." He groaned to himself, walking towards the door, passing his breakfast. Grabbing his backpack, he grabbed his shoes and pulled off the slippers. Putting on the black shoes, he made a face and slung the backpack over his shoulder. Walking out the door, a weird thought occurred to him; now he was Ken Ichijouij, boy genius.
Standing in the elevator, he rocked back and forth, his eyes half closed. Halfway down the apartment building, the door opened and a young boy stepped in. Music blasted from his headphones, and it was then Ken started to wake up and blinked. Staring at the boy, he listened to the music until the boy turned his head to look at him. The child blinked and his eyes widened. "HEY! AREN'T YOU KEN ICHIJOUJI?" He yelled, making Ken wince a little, then nod.
The music stopped when the boy reached into his pocket, then pulled off the headphones and stare at him in amazement. "I saw you on TV. Are you really smart? That's cool. I never met a.. Smart person before." He grinned a wide toothy grin; a few of his front teeth were missing. Black eyes looked up at him with innocent amazement. "My sister likes you. Did you ever meet her? I bet she wants your autograph!"
Ken blinked and grinned, a plan developed in his head. "Sure thing kid. Can you do something for me though?" Titling his head, he looked down at the boy, and thinking how much he missed his CD player and all the music that streamed out of it from his CDs. Knowing music was something like coffee to him, it supplied him with energy no matter how tired he was.
The kid nodded frantically. "Okay! What do you want me to do?"
"Well.. You see. I have an experiment going, and I really need a CD player to complete it. I'll give it back to you as soon as it's finished, but if I could borrow it for a while.. I'll be thankful and I'll your sister that autograph." He smiled, watching the boy slide off his backpack to produce a piece of paper and a pen. Holding out his hand he took it and scribbled his name a few times. "There's a few autographs for your friends."
The boy's eyes lit up and he handed over the CD player, which Ken took with a smile. The elevator doors opened on the main floor and he walked out, leaving the boy to stand and ogle at the young genius, star of Tomachi Elementary.
-Beep. Scene Change.-
Daisuke swayed and snapped his fingers as he wandered down the sidewalk; a pair of goggles donned his head, the usual purple vest grooved against the striped shirt he wore. His bare legs showing a scrape on his left knee beneath the tanned shorts as he turned and bobbed his head playing a make- believe guitar. Arching his back he spun around again and kept walking, a beat playing in his head, looking strange to be listening to music that played in his head other than from a walkman. The music switched and he hummed a different tune while looking around.
Instead of on his way to school, he decided to be a little late and make his way over to Ken's apartment in Tomachi. He knew the address from looking at the character sheets they were all given, and then passed around to laugh at what kind of character they had to play. He sighed, remembering his true home back in the other dimension, wondering what exactly was going on. Looking up at the clear blue sky, people dodged around him with a grunt or a shake of their head. Daisuke never paid any attention to this.
Bobbing his head once again, he hummed to Sugar Ray with a grin, still staring up at the clouds past the tall buildings, making out weird shapes and animals. Even aliens. Kicking his heel against the pavement, he spun around and began to dance while he walked again, having a party by himself. He remembered doing this with Ken, he way they'd break out and dance to whatever, then get yelled at for goofing off on set. He chuckled; Ken moon walking on top of the mountain was one of the best.
Turning around once more so he was walking the right way, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. Taking a step back he blinked in surprise as he saw a steady flow of black-blue hair crash right into him, he fell back and stared up at the sky in confusion, wonder why he was on the ground. The person who slammed into him was still standing, and Ken's face came into view, only his hair was combed and he was wearing a school uniform.
"Daisuke..?" He blinked, raising an eyebrow, the fingers of his left hand draped across his chest gripping a black shoulder strap. He stood up straight again when Daisuke stood up and looked into his violet eyes. His face twisted and he burst out laughing. He couldn't see Ken's expression, but he knew it was a funny one, maybe even embarrassed.
Looking at Ken again, his eyes trailed down his clothing, from the top of his head to the tip of his shoes. Grinning, he poked Ken in the chest and stepped beside him, turning around and facing the same direction his buddy was. "Hi Ken! Going to school? That's amazing." Daisuke grinned sideways, bringing his arm around to rest on the closest shoulder to him, leaning on his best friend. "I thought we would skip, but since you skipped yesterday. Hey, what did the folks think of that?"
Ken just groaned and shook his head, half closing an eye as Daisuke yattered away in his ear. Sure he was glad to see his friend, but dressed the way he was he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Sighing, he rolled his eyes upwards to the sky, only giving Daisuke half of his attention as he wondered where the other Digidestined were, what if they could be anywhere? Maybe even followed Daisuke without him knowing. That was the last thing he needed, to defend himself against them. "..Uh."
Daisuke stopped and looked over at Ken, his grin shrank and he blinked, trying to figure out what was wrong with Ken this morning. Seeing how his face looked pale, and the dark circles under his eyes his lower lip stuck out as he thought. "Why didn't you sleep well..? Strange bed? Or just up all night thinking?" Raising an eyebrow, he looked around then stopped, holding Ken back by his shoulder, right in front of a coffee shop.
"..All of the above? Just worried over Kiyoshi. Wondering what he's doing, because I know everybody gets annoyed by him.. Except us, and we're not there to look after him. He could be dead by now. And, I want to go home. I've had enough of this fun house." He sighed, letting Daisuke steer him inside the coffee shop, simply collapsing into a chair and hitting the table top with his forehead.
"Hmm. Yeah, I get ya man. We should skip then, try to find a way back home, and let whoever lives in this place take care of the mess we created." Daisuke grinned, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head. "I'm sure they won't mind, and if they do, hey, they can't blame us. We'll be gonzo" He reasoned in his own way, trying to reassure and persuade Ken to take another day off.
A waiter strolled to their table and looked down at them, giving Ken a rather odd expression, just staring at the top of his head. "Anything to drink for you two?" He asked, looking over at Daisuke, who raised his hand, holding up two fingers. "Two coffees please. Make one a large, he really needs it."
Yolei blinked as she passed the coffee shop, swearing she saw Davis sitting with the cute and evil Ken Ichijouji. Stopping in her tracks, swearing she heard a screech, she blinked and stood there for a few minutes, then turned around nodding to herself. It was indeed Davis and Ken, but why were they talking, and in a coffee shop even? Opening the door, she walked in and stood in the entrance, looking over at their table. Raising an eyebrow, she stared at what she saw.. Ken was faced down on the table, Davis looked at ease, and what she heard made her even more confused.
Listening to Davis talk about skipping, and going back home, then letting whoever lived in this place clean up their mess made her head spin. What place? Skip to go home? Both of them? She shook her head and remained silently by the door, deciding to sneak in and sit down at a table out of their site to listen. Even if she was supposed to be on her way to the store to pick up some poster board for a project, she thought this was more important- or interesting at least.
Ken shook his head, his forehead grinding against the tabletop, finally sitting up his fingers dug into his hair while he still shook his head. "I think I should just check out Tomachi, fail a test or two, and then.. I don't know, Dai." He groaned, looking down at the table. "If we go to the Digital World, and stand in front of the damn screen how are you so sure it's going to work? Maybe there's a purpose why we're here, Daisuke."
The waiter came by, balancing a tray with his left hand while he took two Styrofoam cups, one larger than the other and set them on the table between them. Daisuke took the time to thank him before he walked off.
Daisuke shook his head and looked over at Ken, listening to the overhead music before continuing on. "Ken, why would there be a specific purpose for us to be here? We should be back home where we belong, where this is all myth and nothing but a kid's show. I know my idea would work it has to work. We could have been in the wrong place at the right time, think about it dude, there was a thunderstorm and it struck the building. It made the control room screen come alive and suck us into here." He explained, trying to back up his reason to make it believable with the past events, trying to convince Ken and himself.
Ken collapsed against the table again, staring directly at Yolei without realizing it. "Wrong place at the right time, yeah right Daisuke. I've heard of the paranormal alien stuff, this is like the movies. We were switched for some unknown reason, some thing that we haven't even thought of yet. It's like a mystery we have to figure out, connect the dots to form a picture. Place puzzle pieces in the right spot and you'll see it. I always hated puzzles.." He blinked and gasped, finally realizing whom he was staring at. Sitting upright, he blinked and looked away from Yolei.
Daisuke watched Ken's quick movements, like he felt something jab his ribs or like he just saw a ghost. "..What's the matter?" He watched as Ken cocked his head towards the direction of Yolei, who slid out of her chair and began walking over to them. Turning around, Daisuke's eyes bulged and he closed his mouth, and then grinned like a child caught doing something wrong. Hearing Ken start to get up, he didn't do anything to stop him, but Yolei reached out and grabbed his arm, slamming him down into the chair without hesitation.
As an attempt to regain the role he was supposed to be playing around the Digidestined, Ken stiffened and turned around in his chair to glare at Yolei, who glared right back. "Unhand me, fool, before you'll be the one to regret it." He snarled, pulling his arm away, slowly rising out of his chair to stand in front of Yolei and intimidate her like he would if it was the Digimon Emperor.
"Oh no you don't. You don't fool me, Ken. If that even is your real name." Yolei glared, letting go of his arm and placing her hand on his shoulder, shoving him back down into the chair. Leaning on the table, her hands placed firmly on it between them, her gaze went from on boy to the other accusingly. She heard Ken gulp and immediately looked at him. "Well?"
"Uh oh." Ken muttered beneath his breath, his mouth shrinking as he chewed on his bottom lip nervously. Turning his head to look over at Daisuke, he grimaced. "Argh, we've been exposed. I feel so naked." With a sweat drop of nervousness trailing down the side of his forehead he looked up at Miyako and grinned widely. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Ken Ichijouji. Hee." He heard the sound of Daisuke slapping his forehead..
-Beep. Scene Ending.-
Skap -: And there ya have it. Chapta 15. All. By. MYSELF. *Cheers.* Sure, sure, not as crazy, or hilarious.. But it at least has some sprinkles of humor.. I guess. I hope. 'Till next time.