A World of Pain (Part 2)

~ Continuing some more ~

By Starbo

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. For that matter, I don't own anything. Well, maybe a broken-in-half pencil and a few CDs . . . . oh, a bouncy ball! =D I love that bouncy ball; it's so pretty and colorful, with swirling reds and yellows and greens . . . . Uh, ahem . . . anyhow . . .

A/N: Well, part three of part two is up. lol. Um, sense I'm doing this in parts, I'm going to make is more evolved than just Davis and Yolie. I guess this is turning to a very long fic. I'll try to not make it tooooooooo long, and if it starts to get wordy or long, let me know and I'll fix it! If you don't, then it'll be a long, long, long fic. . . . ~_~

Oh, and I guess I should put this here to clear up any confusion: The Digi- destine don't know that Ken is the Digital Emperor. No one but Wormmon and Ken, himself, knows about the alter ego known as the Digital Emperor.

It was a cold, dark night in the city. Seen in strips above the tall buildings, the clouds had a reddish hue from all of the man-made lights that illuminated the streets, buildings, and build boards. It was really beautiful, for someone who liked neon, flashy colors blinding their eyes. For someone who had hardly any sleep or food, it just added to his discomfort. Like a knife, each light struck threw the eyes and into the back of his head to grind in the headache even more.

The boy could hardly move, let alone think. He just kept his head down and constricted on putting one foot in front of the other. It was a rhythmic pattern. Step . . . Lift . . . Step . . . Lift . . . Step . . . Lift . . . Step . . . Li- he didn't lift his foot high enough and ended up loosing balance. He used the side of a building to steady himself.

"Hey, Kid, are you alright?" a concerned voice asked. It was soft and didn't hurt like the laughing drunks of the night. It was a male's voice.

"Uh," he managed to get out and raised his head. This guy was a teenager, a few years older than him. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, wore a black shirt, and held a bulky, black music case. Something in the back of his head told the boy that he should know this teenager from somewhere.

"Man, you look horrible," the teenager couldn't help but blurt out. "Are you lost?" The younger boy gave a small nod. "Where do you live? . . . Do you know where you live?"

//I have no home. I abandoned it long ago,// he thought, but just looked sorrowfully at the older boy.

"What's your name?" he asked.

" . . . Ken," was all the boy got out before his world went blank, as if it just turned off.

Ken would've fallen to the ground, had not Matt caught him. Stuck with a fainted boy in his arm and his guitar in the other, Matt looked around desperately. In final dissension, Matt prompt his guitar on the wall and called his father on his cell phone. Luckily for him, his dad was already home and agreed to pick him up and the strange boy called Ken.

"I wonder if it's a blessing or cruse for not taking that ride with Huyuto," Matt mumbled. (A/N: I made up the name Huyuto.) Huyuto, or Yuto for short, was the drummer in his band and had the oldest car in the world that can still run - if not very well.

After their rehearsal ran late, Matt felt like walking for while to clear his head. He had just found out from his brother that Davis was alive. Though he didn't think of Davis as a close friend, he was a digi-destine that Matt knew and that was a special bond all on it's own. Matt was so absorbed in his own thoughts that if Ken hadn't tripped and moved quickly, Matt would've just passed right by him.

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"Hey, Jun," Yolie greeted. Her eyes were still swollen red from crying - though the last hour was from happiness. There a few lines creased into her skin from the constant sad expression on her face for the past week, but they were already disappearing.

Jun had mixed feelings about Yolie's presents. A friend of Davis was always good company, but after the fit Davis threw over the phone calls, Jun wasn't so sure that any visitors will be good for Davis at the moment. Then again, Davis needed to get use to being around people that know him again. But still, maybe this day wasn't the best time.

"Um, I came over as soon as I heard," Yolie went on, seeing that Jun wasn't going to talk back. "Well, first I had to convince my parents to let me come over. I know that Davis might not want to see anyone, but . . . I just have to see him for my own eyes! We all did! Please!"

"We?" Jun stuck her head out the door way and saw the other friend's of Davis - TK, Kari, and Cody - standing just off to the side. "Well . . . it's already kind of late, and I think that Davis is asleep, but if you want to come in, you can."

"Thank you," they mumbled and entered.

Sitting around the square dinner table with extra chairs and sodas, they couldn't wait to ask their questions.

"How is Davis?" Cody asked right away.

"He can't remember anyone," Jun shrugged. "It's kind of hard to know how he is. I mean, I don't think he remembers how to . . . display his emotions."

"I think I know what you mean," TK offered, sipping on his soda. "Some of our reactions are taught to us by society. If Davis has amnesia, then he could've forgotten how to react in some situations."

"He hasn't forgotten frustration though," Jun explained about the phone call scene. She concluded hastily, seeing there worry, "But, it was kind of a lot for anyone to take on, even with full memory. I can hardly stand *one* of my relatives at a time."

"How is Davis, physically?" Kari asked.

"Perfect. Couldn't be better. It's almost like he just slept threw that week."

" . . . It's so amazing," Yolie whispered. She was looking into her soda can, watching the little bubbles float up to the top. "I watched Davis die, right in my arms . . . and now he's back. Please," she looked up at Jun with pleading eyes, "I know he's sleeping but I *need* to see him."

". . . Okay, but be quite," Jun motioned with her hand to follow.

Down a half-hallway, the second door on the right, Jun rapped softly on it with her knuckle. With no response, she opened the door gently and moved aside so Yolie could look in.

Jun took a step in and smiled broadly. There laid Davis, sprawled over the bed, the blankets half way off and snoring like he was cutting a log. Walking over to him, she did her best to avoid the squeaky boards under her feet. She took the blankets and recovered Davis, tears forming in her eyes. It was then that she noticed Chibimon snoring on top of Davis's head with a smile of his own. //That's good. They're meant to be together.//

"What is that thing doing with Davis?" Jun rasped, her eyes darkening. "It's one of those creatures, isn't it? A Digimon, right?"

"Yes. His name is Chibimon," whispered Yolie as she walked out and closed the door behind her. "He's Davis's digi-pal. We told you about him before."

"Yeah, I remember," Jun growled. "I also remembered how another digimon was the reason why Davis disappeared in the first place."

"Chibimon is different," Yolie pleaded. "You can't judge every human on just one, and neither can you with Digimon."

It was a speech she had been practicing for a while now, incase she ever got over loosing Davis and wanted to resume her title of Digi-destine. Of course, now she didn't have to worry about all of that. Though getting her parents to let her back into the Digital World might be a problem. . . .

Back in the living room, the others were anxiously waiting for her return. Yolie took a deep breath, smiled and said in a choked-up voice, "He's back. He's alive."

The others smiled in warm relief.

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"Hey, I'm home," TK called, knowing fully well that his dad and brother wouldn't be asleep, even at ten o' clock at night. His father was probably working on some paper work from his job and his brother watching the news or something like that.

"Hey, TK, keep your voice down," Matt warned in a hushed voiced.

Just as TK had predicted, Matt was on the couch with the news on near mute. He sat down and asked in an echo of his brother's voice, "Why? What's up?"

"Oh, there's just a strange kid who looks like he's been through Hell sleeping in your bed," Matt shrugged causally. "His name's Ken."

"Oh. . . . One of your friends?"

"Nope. He just fainted in my arms."

"Ah-ha. . . . Now if only girls would do that," TK teased.

Matt kept his eyes on the news, but chunked a throw pillow at TK's head. TK smirked and threw it back. "Hey, if he's in my bed, then where am I going to sleep?"

"Already have a sleeping bag in my room for you."

"Oh, great, just what I need; to be sleeping with Sir Talks In His Sleeps Too Loudly."

Matt glanced sideways at his little brother. "You do you hate me tonight or something?"

TK shrugged. "I guess I'm just tired. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

"G'night."

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