Chapter 3
Wormmon
Ken smirked evilly and shifted his foot as the girl in front of him screamed loudly and fell to the smooth, hard ground. The boy chuckled, letting the tortured screams of the young girl soothe his soul.
Miyako sat on her knees, hunched over her painful wrist that lay on the floor. Her entire body trembled with the force the ring was trying to imply on her. Small needles from the ring jabbed her in the wrist, pumping a thick dark red liquid into her veins. She threw her head upwards and knocked her glasses loose, which fell completely off when she thrust her head downward, grunting in pain.
The pre-teen chuckled softly and pulled Miyako up by her hair, glaring down at her through his darkly tinted glasses. "You better pray to the gods that your blood type is AB, because as of now, my superior blood is traveling through your pathetic veins." He said as he tried to ignore the sad look in Miyako's tearing brown eyes. Ken snarled at her and threw her down on the floor, taking a step back and watching her sob hopelessly over her pain. "Pathetic child." He muttered.
From the doorway, the small green form of Wormmon peeked his large green head in the doorway, flooding the room with light from the hallway behind him. Ken's gaze flitted to the doorway momentarily. Seeing who opened the door, he sighed softly and returned his gaze to the crying girl before him. Wormmon looked at the poor girl with much pity in his eyes. He had seen countless Digimon enslaved, but none of them took to the ring like this. He assumed they felt nothing, but, who knew? Certainly not Ken or himself, as neither of them had experienced being enslaved by the Digimon Kaizer.
This girl was going through intense pain, and Wormmon did not understand why. His curiosity stirred at Ken's last words, "You better pray to the gods that your blood type is AB." What did that mean? What if her blood wasn't? What would happen to her? Wormmon knew his master knew. Since he never told him anything but to be quiet or send out a digimon slave, he figured he would never know.
Ken chuckled at his own brilliance. "I never realized this until now, but this is a win-win situation for me. With any luck, my blood is tearing up your system right now, making you die a slow and painful death." He then sighed. "By some miracle you survive, you'll be a slave until the day you die. And from the sound of your pain, I take it that that day will not be far away."
Wormmon could not stand seeing the girl in pain, in fear of doing something his master forbade. He feared he would cry. Wormmon sat behind the door and listened as Miyako continued to scream and sob. He brought his claw to his eye and wiped away a tear that had formed.
The screaming from his master's control room had ceased suddenly. Curious and afraid, Wormmon peeked his head back in the room, fearing for the young prisoner's life. Miyako was still hunched over her wrist on the floor, still as stone. Wormmon gasped at the sight of her, fearing deeply that his master had killed the girl. A smirk was plastered onto the Kaizer's face as he kicked Miyako in the side, causing her to tremble slightly.
"Get up." Ken's voice said simply, ringing through the room. As commanded, the girl in front of Ken stood, staring at him blankly. "Good slave." He said, patting her head like an obedient dog. Ken studied Miyako's facial features for a moment, and then quickly smacked Miyako, deciding he didn't like her staring at him.
Miyako fell to the floor limply and blinked. She sat up and held the cheek that Ken had struck, glaring at him. "What was that for?"
Ken growled and shifted his feet. "Pathetic wench." He murmured through clenched teeth. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner."
Miyako sat back and folded her arms stubbornly. "Well, it's the only manner you're getting from me, Ichijouji."
A sharp pain suddenly flood Miyako's head, the source being the cheek Ken had swiftly kicked. "You better show me some God damned respect you unworthy piece of dirt."
"Or what?" she said haughtily.
Ken growled and yanked her up by her hair so she looked him directly in the eye. "Or I pull your intestines out through your mouth and see how long you can survive."
Miyako decided it was best to stop talking and simply glared at him, eager to wring his neck. She knew that deep down, she was excited to be this close to the boy she had admired, but the fact that he was using her like some kind of lab rat made her sick.
Ken threw her back and smirked as her form sprawled against the floor. "Hmnh, the ring didn't work as I thought it would. Perhaps some tweaking is in order."
Miyako sat up and rubbed her wrist. "Son of a…" she groaned in frustration.
Ken chuckled to himself in amusement and raised his head, calling into the room. "Wormmon! Get in here!" Seconds later, the green worm crawled into the room, nearly soundless, with the exception of his claws clicking on the floor. Ken sneered at the Digimon before him and kicked him softly, just enough to flip him on his back.
Miyako stood up and clenched her fists. "That's no way to treat a Digimon! Kicking it for no reason isn't going to help you solve your problems!"
Ken growled furiously and shot a harsh glare in her direction, then turned to Wormmon who was just getting to his feet. "Wormmon. Show this little harlot to my chambers." He said as if the words were poison he wanted to get out of his mouth. "There, we will discuss limits and privileges"
Wormmon nodded and walked to Miyako, taking her pant leg in his beak and pulling her along as he walked. She sighed and walked along side the worm subserviently glancing at Ken as she left, seeing him scan her over with his eyes, a confident smirk back on his face. She shuttered as the doors closed behind her.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Wormmon said to her.
Miyako looked to him and sighed. "Hai, daijoubu." She felt so bad for the poor little Digimon, being kicked nonchalantly, having to do meaningless tasks when he was obviously capable of so much more. She sighed softly and kept her eyes on the floor.
Wormmon felt bad for the poor girl, being a slave of the Kaizer. He often wondered what it was like to be under his control, to have a ring on him. He then reconsidered his thought whenever he saw the Digimon deleted for disobeying or disappointing the Kaizer. And Wormmon knew how often he had let Ken down or angered him, and he didn't want to be at the will of his master without being able to think freely, like the girl next to him was able to. Wormmon walked ahead of the violet-haired girl a pace or two and turned in front of her.
"Stop here." He said, holding his claws out at his sides. Miyako looked at him and nodded with a smile. Wormmon turned to a door beside him. "Tobira no akete." The door's panels slid open, revealing a fairly good-sized room.
Like the rest of the base, the room's walls looked like they were made from machine parts. The room was probably just a tad bigger than her living room back at her apartment where the most obvious color was either a dark, dark violet or black, it was hard to tell. Against the far wall was a standard bed tucked in a corner with the sheets strewn about and a pillow on the floor next to it. Her eyes scanned the room, drinking in the sight of everything in it. Her eyes fell on a desk with fragments of different mechanical parts about it. Next to the desk was a bookcase packed with books written by famous philosophers and science-fiction authors.
'He's read them all, I bet.' She thought to herself as she took a step in. She giggled as she found some of his clothes scattered across the floor. 'Typical guys, leaving their clothes everywhere.' Her mind drifted to her own room. Blushing, she remembered how messy and unbelievably disorganized it was and decided to tidy up a bit in Ken's room to make up for the mess she left at home. She picked up a pair of Ken's dark blue boxers and blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"Stay in here until the Kaizer tells you otherwise." Wormmon said in a tone that made him sick. He hated giving commands, no matter how simple.
Miyako had nearly forgotten the little Digimon was there and turned around, smiling at him. "Arigato."
Wormmon blushed at the word that she had spoken, as he rarely heard it. He smiled the best he could and bowed. "Do itashimashite." The doors closed in front of Wormmon, leaving her in the room lit by only a faint lamp on the desk.
A/N: Bwahahahahaha! I did it!! I DID IT!!! I made chapter three!!! It was originally going to be longer and have lemon stuff in it, but… I decided to leave it there, a sweet moment for Miyako and Wormmon. Sorry it took so long to get out, my computer crashed about a month ago and I was too lazy to get to work on this again. You should know about my contest by now, if not, Go to my profile and click on the story labeled "Kenyako/ Kenlei fanfiction contest". For all of you entering that have read this story, I have decided the deadline to be August 20, just a few days before school starts up in this good-for-nothing district. This way, I'd have gotten my school shopping done and have time to read and judge the fics. Happy Writing!
On another note, the mentioning of blood in this fic may have confused some of my readers. When blood of two different types (ex: A and B) mix, they tend to react differently, trying to fight off the foreign object, sending antibodies and other stuff to get rid of it. This leaves the body very weak, and will eventually shut it down, causing the person to… die. *Hears the readers yell, "WELL, DUH!!"* Erm… with that out of the way, here's the few pieces of Japanese vocab used in this chapter! Sorry for the lack of it, but I lost my Japanese/ English dictionary!
Tobira no akete: Open door. Tobira being Door, and Akete being Open. As in the song "Tobira wo akete" which means "Open the Door". This is how I'm going to be handling the Vocab from now on, nifty, ne? REVIEW! Ho na na!
