Life Game
Special Thanx to my reveiwees (and you too palls) Anthony and the annonymous one.. i love reveiws.
Belladonna - I dont own digimon
Ken - How come i dont exist?
Davis - Yeah i want to know that too
Bella - all will be explained.. maybe..
It was pretty dark as Daisuke sat on the top of a wall. He wished he had realised that
it was nearly a new moon, before he had started on this stupid task. "Let's kick it up."
He muttered to himself then swung a rope silently around his head and let it fly. A
light thunk, as the grappling hook hit the dragon on the roof and caught on it. Daisuke
tested the tension and gave a half prayer to a god, hoping it would hold. The rope held
and the stealth thief hit the house wall, nearly dropping his grip on the rope from the
impact. I should've practiced more. Daisuke told himself as he swung across to the
second story window ledge and propped himself onto it. He unzipped his back pack
and got a small glass cutter out of the bag. Scanning the sill, he saw where the lock
latch was and cut the glass just above it. He stuck his fingers in and unlatched the lock
the slid the window up slowly. He wound the rope into a coil and hung it next to the
window. The window squeaked a bit as Daisuke slid it back down, and he looked
around. The room looked like a living room, which set Daisuke's nerves on an edge.
What was this obviously lived in room doing in a section of the house where
supposedly no one went? Promising to himself to be very quiet he sneaked across the
room and through the door into a hall. The next room he had to go through was a
round room with book cases on all walls and a table in the middle. Daisuke crept to
the next door and picked the lock on it when he found it locked. He found himself
presented with another hall and he quickly went to the Mains door and had to pick that
lock as well. Once in he shut the door and then locked it from the inside, hoping it
would give him time to hide if someone came, but he doubted it. He quickly swung
into the chair in front of the computers which were steadily humming, he thanked a
computer deity that computers like these were kept on all the time. He searched their
mainframe and performed a few technicalities to get into the sealed sections.
Finally he pulled up dealings with the local Queen of the Underworld Hikari, who dealt
everything you could imagine and had a nasty habit of not dealing fairly. A log
mentioned a 'buyer' that had been caught. "Fuck!" Daisuke swore abit louder than he
intended to as he realised that was all he was going to find out. Great he thought, now
I have go torture some poor idiot for information. He quickly deleted the time log,
effectively deleting all traces of himself and stole out of the room and back into the
thick walled part of the house. The library looked kind of spooky and Daisuke swore
silently as he kicked his foot on a chair leg. Then he froze, he couldn't remember the
chair being there before. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a shadow movement,
and shifted out of the way as a fist barely missed him. He sprung back trying to get a
good look at his attacker, the shadows hugged him though and all Daisuke saw was a
tall shadow with dark hair. He ducked as the attacker came towards him again and
dashed for the door and was caught by a foot in the back. He rolled over and tried to
get up and rush away, but the foot planted it self on his chest, pinning him there. He
forced his hands around the foot and twisted it, pushing his assailant off balance and
Daisuke made a second dash for the door when the attacker regained his balance and
threw a punch into Daisuke's already bruised cheek. Daisuke struggled weakly until he
felt the cold steel of a knife being held to his throat. The attacker grabbed a fistful of
his shirt and hauled Daisuke to his feet, keeping the knife deadly still on his neck. The
moonlight shined onto the face of other and Daisuke's eyes widened as he saw
perfectly straight blue hair surrounding a pale face of a boy. This boy was an Ichijouji,
the blue hair and pale skin were trademark looks of the Ichijouji's, but that was
impossible, they only had one son, didnt they?
"What are you doing here?" The voice was surprisingly deep for a such a lithe slim
boy, Daisuke stared back into the light indigo eyes of the other boy, but said nothing.
"Do I summon my brother, or will you tell me who you are, and what you doing in our
house?" The boy said quietly.
"Who are you?" Daisuke said, for lack of a good lie to tell. The boy looked at him
and for a minute the knife's pressure increase, then he relaxed.
"My name is Ichijouji Ken. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The boy,
Ken, dragged Daisuke over to the library's door and shut it quietly, the dragged him
into the living room and threw him down on a couch. Daisuke felt his eye, he could
feel it getting all puffy, again. Ken looked at him expectantly, and Daisuke looked
back him, noting how well the boy held himself, trying not to see how beautiful the boy
was. Daisuke pulled his eyes to the door he'd just been dragged through.
"He wont come. Unless you displease me."
"Displease you?" Daisuke grinned, Ken was acting as though he'd been invited in, not
dragged in.
"So you do talk. What is your name?"
"What are you going to do with me?" Ken frowned when his question wasn't
answered.
"I dont know. Osamu will not be pleased if he finds out you have been here." Daisuke
looked at him, wondering if that was an implied threat.
"My name's Daisuke. Im here to find someone."
"Then what were you doing with the computers?"
"I dont know where he is. But supposedly your brother has him. Somewhere." Ken
bit his lip and frowned to himself as he thought, which Daisuke thought looked cute,
then was angry at himself for thinking that of someone who was threatening him. A
light flicked on in the library, the bright light shined under the door. Kens eyes flung
open and he grabbed Daisuke and pulled him into another room, which turned out to
be a bedroom.
"Quickly, under the bed." He snapped shoving Daisuke to the bed. Ken quickly
jumped into the bed and a second later the door opened and from Daisuke's vantage
spot under the bed, he saw Ichijouji Osamu walk into the room. Ken sat up and
looked at Osamu with a confused look on his face.
"Security saw someone sneaking around outside. Anything happened here?" Osamu
looked alot like his younger brother, except his blue black hair was spiked up and he
wore an expression of distaste like most people wore a smile. Ken shook his head, and
yawned. Osamu smiled.
"You'd better sleep little brother." he said kindly and switched the light off and shut
the door. Daisuke sat silent for a minute then climber out from his hiding place. As he
stood up Ken pushed him so he sat down on the bed.
"Give me your hands." Daisuke didnt move and Ken grabbed them, wrapping them
with a cord.
"Hey." Daisuke said indignantly as he tried to struggle. Ken held his hands an iron
tight grip.
"I dont trust you."
"Well, buddy, if you really want to know, I dont exactly trust you." Footsteps
sounded outside of the door and the handle turned slowly. Daisuke froze but Ken
pushed him down and lay down so close to him that he was almost on top of him.
"You sure you're okay Ken?' Osamu asked as he opened the door again. Ken looked
up at his brother, careful not to move much.
"Yes Osamu. Good night." Osamu nodded.
"Goodnight." He agreed and left again. Daisuke stared up into Kens eyes, frozen by
those light purple irises.
"Uh, can I get up now?"
"What? Oh sorry." Ken let Daisuke sit up. The red headed boy looked at Ken for a
minute, he had to get out of here, he didnt want to hurt this kid, after all he had helped,
but Ken wasn't going to let him go. Daisuke grabbed a heavy book off of the bedside
table and brought it down on Ken's head. His knees buckled and he hit the floor as
Daisuke ran out of the room and opened the window. He hoisted himself out and
uncoiled the rope. He had planned to climb down to the ground then climb the wall
from the ground, but he hadnt planned on being in such a rush to get away. Daisuke
stood up on the sill and started to swing towards the wall. A slim pale hand reached
out and grabbed his foot, causing him to jerk in the air and lose his grip on the rope.
Air whistled past his ears as Daisuke felt himself falling down, then a flash of pain and
blackness over took him.
*************
Bella - sorry for the cliff hanger.. any ways. in the following chapters : semi - torture
and mentions of Kensuke and Yamakeru and Mimsamu (or what ever thats called.
osami sounds just as bad....) and all sorts of pairings.. ill give you an official warning
later.
Special Thanx to my reveiwees (and you too palls) Anthony and the annonymous one.. i love reveiws.
Belladonna - I dont own digimon
Ken - How come i dont exist?
Davis - Yeah i want to know that too
Bella - all will be explained.. maybe..
It was pretty dark as Daisuke sat on the top of a wall. He wished he had realised that
it was nearly a new moon, before he had started on this stupid task. "Let's kick it up."
He muttered to himself then swung a rope silently around his head and let it fly. A
light thunk, as the grappling hook hit the dragon on the roof and caught on it. Daisuke
tested the tension and gave a half prayer to a god, hoping it would hold. The rope held
and the stealth thief hit the house wall, nearly dropping his grip on the rope from the
impact. I should've practiced more. Daisuke told himself as he swung across to the
second story window ledge and propped himself onto it. He unzipped his back pack
and got a small glass cutter out of the bag. Scanning the sill, he saw where the lock
latch was and cut the glass just above it. He stuck his fingers in and unlatched the lock
the slid the window up slowly. He wound the rope into a coil and hung it next to the
window. The window squeaked a bit as Daisuke slid it back down, and he looked
around. The room looked like a living room, which set Daisuke's nerves on an edge.
What was this obviously lived in room doing in a section of the house where
supposedly no one went? Promising to himself to be very quiet he sneaked across the
room and through the door into a hall. The next room he had to go through was a
round room with book cases on all walls and a table in the middle. Daisuke crept to
the next door and picked the lock on it when he found it locked. He found himself
presented with another hall and he quickly went to the Mains door and had to pick that
lock as well. Once in he shut the door and then locked it from the inside, hoping it
would give him time to hide if someone came, but he doubted it. He quickly swung
into the chair in front of the computers which were steadily humming, he thanked a
computer deity that computers like these were kept on all the time. He searched their
mainframe and performed a few technicalities to get into the sealed sections.
Finally he pulled up dealings with the local Queen of the Underworld Hikari, who dealt
everything you could imagine and had a nasty habit of not dealing fairly. A log
mentioned a 'buyer' that had been caught. "Fuck!" Daisuke swore abit louder than he
intended to as he realised that was all he was going to find out. Great he thought, now
I have go torture some poor idiot for information. He quickly deleted the time log,
effectively deleting all traces of himself and stole out of the room and back into the
thick walled part of the house. The library looked kind of spooky and Daisuke swore
silently as he kicked his foot on a chair leg. Then he froze, he couldn't remember the
chair being there before. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a shadow movement,
and shifted out of the way as a fist barely missed him. He sprung back trying to get a
good look at his attacker, the shadows hugged him though and all Daisuke saw was a
tall shadow with dark hair. He ducked as the attacker came towards him again and
dashed for the door and was caught by a foot in the back. He rolled over and tried to
get up and rush away, but the foot planted it self on his chest, pinning him there. He
forced his hands around the foot and twisted it, pushing his assailant off balance and
Daisuke made a second dash for the door when the attacker regained his balance and
threw a punch into Daisuke's already bruised cheek. Daisuke struggled weakly until he
felt the cold steel of a knife being held to his throat. The attacker grabbed a fistful of
his shirt and hauled Daisuke to his feet, keeping the knife deadly still on his neck. The
moonlight shined onto the face of other and Daisuke's eyes widened as he saw
perfectly straight blue hair surrounding a pale face of a boy. This boy was an Ichijouji,
the blue hair and pale skin were trademark looks of the Ichijouji's, but that was
impossible, they only had one son, didnt they?
"What are you doing here?" The voice was surprisingly deep for a such a lithe slim
boy, Daisuke stared back into the light indigo eyes of the other boy, but said nothing.
"Do I summon my brother, or will you tell me who you are, and what you doing in our
house?" The boy said quietly.
"Who are you?" Daisuke said, for lack of a good lie to tell. The boy looked at him
and for a minute the knife's pressure increase, then he relaxed.
"My name is Ichijouji Ken. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The boy,
Ken, dragged Daisuke over to the library's door and shut it quietly, the dragged him
into the living room and threw him down on a couch. Daisuke felt his eye, he could
feel it getting all puffy, again. Ken looked at him expectantly, and Daisuke looked
back him, noting how well the boy held himself, trying not to see how beautiful the boy
was. Daisuke pulled his eyes to the door he'd just been dragged through.
"He wont come. Unless you displease me."
"Displease you?" Daisuke grinned, Ken was acting as though he'd been invited in, not
dragged in.
"So you do talk. What is your name?"
"What are you going to do with me?" Ken frowned when his question wasn't
answered.
"I dont know. Osamu will not be pleased if he finds out you have been here." Daisuke
looked at him, wondering if that was an implied threat.
"My name's Daisuke. Im here to find someone."
"Then what were you doing with the computers?"
"I dont know where he is. But supposedly your brother has him. Somewhere." Ken
bit his lip and frowned to himself as he thought, which Daisuke thought looked cute,
then was angry at himself for thinking that of someone who was threatening him. A
light flicked on in the library, the bright light shined under the door. Kens eyes flung
open and he grabbed Daisuke and pulled him into another room, which turned out to
be a bedroom.
"Quickly, under the bed." He snapped shoving Daisuke to the bed. Ken quickly
jumped into the bed and a second later the door opened and from Daisuke's vantage
spot under the bed, he saw Ichijouji Osamu walk into the room. Ken sat up and
looked at Osamu with a confused look on his face.
"Security saw someone sneaking around outside. Anything happened here?" Osamu
looked alot like his younger brother, except his blue black hair was spiked up and he
wore an expression of distaste like most people wore a smile. Ken shook his head, and
yawned. Osamu smiled.
"You'd better sleep little brother." he said kindly and switched the light off and shut
the door. Daisuke sat silent for a minute then climber out from his hiding place. As he
stood up Ken pushed him so he sat down on the bed.
"Give me your hands." Daisuke didnt move and Ken grabbed them, wrapping them
with a cord.
"Hey." Daisuke said indignantly as he tried to struggle. Ken held his hands an iron
tight grip.
"I dont trust you."
"Well, buddy, if you really want to know, I dont exactly trust you." Footsteps
sounded outside of the door and the handle turned slowly. Daisuke froze but Ken
pushed him down and lay down so close to him that he was almost on top of him.
"You sure you're okay Ken?' Osamu asked as he opened the door again. Ken looked
up at his brother, careful not to move much.
"Yes Osamu. Good night." Osamu nodded.
"Goodnight." He agreed and left again. Daisuke stared up into Kens eyes, frozen by
those light purple irises.
"Uh, can I get up now?"
"What? Oh sorry." Ken let Daisuke sit up. The red headed boy looked at Ken for a
minute, he had to get out of here, he didnt want to hurt this kid, after all he had helped,
but Ken wasn't going to let him go. Daisuke grabbed a heavy book off of the bedside
table and brought it down on Ken's head. His knees buckled and he hit the floor as
Daisuke ran out of the room and opened the window. He hoisted himself out and
uncoiled the rope. He had planned to climb down to the ground then climb the wall
from the ground, but he hadnt planned on being in such a rush to get away. Daisuke
stood up on the sill and started to swing towards the wall. A slim pale hand reached
out and grabbed his foot, causing him to jerk in the air and lose his grip on the rope.
Air whistled past his ears as Daisuke felt himself falling down, then a flash of pain and
blackness over took him.
*************
Bella - sorry for the cliff hanger.. any ways. in the following chapters : semi - torture
and mentions of Kensuke and Yamakeru and Mimsamu (or what ever thats called.
osami sounds just as bad....) and all sorts of pairings.. ill give you an official warning
later.
