Some Things Are Best Kept A Secret…
By Kawaii Kitty
Chapter Seven
Crime, Punishment.
Miyako hurriedly got dressed and picked up her D-Terminal with this new idea fresh in her mind. She would find anything of importance and exploit it to the other Chosen Children. She wandered aimlessly around the base, hoping to find something, anything that would help. She found a door from where a very cold breeze emitted. She looked at the door curiously, and then said the words Wormmon had used to open the door.
The door opened to reveal a dark, cold stairway that sent a violent shiver up Miyako's spine. She swallowed hard and proceeded down the stairway. The soft taps from her shoes echoed off the wall and her eyes darted around the walls, trying to drink in every inch of the sights she was seeing while at the same time trying to think of words to describe the stairwell.
Miyako heard some noises and stopped cold in her tracks, for fear one of Ken's guards may have heard her. She listened closer to the sounds. They sounded painful. Curious, Miyako continued down the stairs. At the bottom, she gasped loudly at the sight that was there.
"D-digimon!? Are all of these Digimon!?" she shouted at the sight of tens of dozens of captured digimon that were stuffed into cages that were often too small for the larger champions. She looked at the sight with great pity, running up to the nearest holding cell and grabbing its bars and looking at the creatures inside. "This is… awful! How could he…" she thought about that for a second. "Wait… what am I talking about? This is the guy that made love to me and disappeared. He's the Digimon Kaiser, why wouldn't he do it?" She sighed softly at the digimon in the cell as it stared blankly back at her.
She took out her D-terminal, which had apparently been beeping for the past couple of minutes and read the new e-mails she received.
"Miyako! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
-Takeru"
"Miyako! We've been so worried and we've been looking around for hours! Where are you?
-Hikari"
"Miyako, I'm confused… what do you mean by, 'He's not as angry with you as you thought'?
-Daisuke"
Miyako couldn't help but giggle at Daisuke's reply. She activated the voice typing and proceeded to speak one e-mail for all the questions. "He hurt me a little bit, but I'm pretty sure that I'm okay, Takeru. Hikari, I'm in the Kaiser's base right now, down in the holding cells where he's got so many poor digimon held captive. And Daisuke, that's for me to know and you to not find out. Love Miyako." She hit the send button and giggled softly. Putting the gray device back in her pocket. She looked back at the digimon and suddenly was in no mood for humor. To prevent herself from crying, she quickly bolted up the stairs, not caring how much noise she was making.
When she reached the top of the stairs again, she took off her glasses and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. She sniffled softly and looked around, deciding on what to investigate next
"Kaiser-sama…" Wormmon said in a pleading tone. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
The Kaiser stood in front of the Black Tailmon's containment chamber where it floated, asleep. He grinned and adjusted his golden-framed glasses. "Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be sure of the Chosen's destruction?"
Wormmon shook his little green head. "I'm not sure, sir. Don't you think that The Black Tailmon is overkill?"
"Of course not. Those children have been a thorn in my side for too long." He snarled. "It's due time that I dispose of them and truly win." He chuckled softly. "Destroying them will be the greatest victory of this little game."
"When are you planning the attack?" Wormmon asked for fear that he would dare launch it that day.
"Night is falling." He stated. "The children will be departing soon, leaving me the night to prepare and make sure all things are as they should be. Tomorrow. I have all of the essential pieces of the play: the plot, the reason, the 'damsel in distress', and the end." He chuckled again, a vile grin spreading across his face. "The first and final performances will commence tomorrow."
Miyako took a deep breath and looked at the keypad in front of her. She sighed softly, knowing now that there was a code on the door. Not having the hacking skills that Koushiro, Child of Knowledge had, there was no possible way that she could open the door.
"There's got to be something good behind this door, or Ken wouldn't have locked it!" She sighed again and brought up the D-Terminal in her hands, slouching slightly and writing another E-mail addressed to Iori.
The sound of a sliding door startled her. She yelped loudly and dropped the D-Terminal on the ground. She looked up at the door to see a smug looking Ken standing at the door. He took one look at the violet-haired girl and his face became annoyed.
"What are you doing here, girl?" He asked sharply.
Flustered, Miyako knelt down to pick up her D-Terminal as the Kaiser watched her actions. "W-well, y'see… I w-was just walking around… got lost… and…" Her hand reached for the gray device.
Watching this, Ken brought out his foot and placed it on Miyako's hand as it touched the terminal. Miyako's heart seemed to have stopped and her blood ran to hoarfrost.
Ken leaned down, lifting his foot from her hand and brushed it aside, picking up the D-Terminal, and flipping up the screen. "And what is this little-" His eyes widened at what was on the screen, then narrowed in a glare. "What the hell is this!?" he spat to the girl
Miyako winced. Without Hawkmon, there was little she could do against the Kaiser, and she knew it, but she had no idea how much trouble she had just gotten herself into.
Ken quickly lifted his leg and slammed it into her chest. "Tell me!" Miyako had succumbed to a violent fit of coughs and painful screams. Impatient, he snarled and grabbed as handful of her hair and yanked her up by it, hearing a loud shrill come from Miyako's mouth. He felt he had no time to enjoy it, but did thoroughly. He bent down and lifted her to his eye level.
"What have you told them, bitch?" He didn't wait for an answer before he clenched more of her purple hair in his glove. "TELL ME! Tell me or I'll skin you and force feed the pieces to you!"
Miyako winced at such a thought and shuddered violently. "I…I haven't told them anything, I swear!"
Ken snorted and tossed her aside viciously. His thumb ran over the scroll buttons, looking through the messages she had sent. Upon reading her first one, his glare became even more sadistic.
"You…you thought you could… UGH!!" He couldn't seem to control his anger. It was to Miyako as if there was a horrible demon inside of him, waiting to burst out and devour her soul. Instead, his hand flew across her cheek in a loud smack noise and leaving a nice red mark on her face. She gave a shrill cry and winced, then moved to touch her cheek to inspect the damage. Her cheek was warm as the blood from the surrounding area gathered at that spot.
There was a long pause between the two adolescents as they glared at one another, the both of them in a small state of shock, neither one of them knowing what to do or how to react.
Daisuke groaned and kicked the ground. "Where is that response from Miyako!?" he growled impatiently.
Takeru shook his head and looked at the D-Terminal screen. "For the last time, I don't know, Daisuke!"
Iori looked saddened. "What if she can't come back? She said that she found captured Digimon… what if they attacked her?"
Hikari shook her head of light brown hair. "I doubt that that would have happened, after all, I'm almost certain the Kaiser wants her alive, he wouldn't put her life in danger unless he could get some information from her, and even then, I doubt he would actually kill her."
Takeru nodded in agreement with her. "I agree. He wouldn't take all this time to capture her, and then just order some of his minions on her. He wants us to go after her, I know that much. Miyako's bait, and I think everyone here is wise enough to realize that."
Hikari smiled and walked to Iori. "I'm sure she's fine, she's probably just a little preoccupied at the moment. No need to worry."
Miyako let out a loud, ear-piercing scream as Ken's foot came in speedy contact with her stomach. She fell onto her side and assumed a fetal position to protect her wounded stomach. She whimpered loudly, her entire body shaking from the beating she was receiving. The breathing of the man above her was harsh, heavy, as if his chest was ready to explode.
He snarled loudly and grabbed the retracted whip at his side, pressing a button on it as he lashed it down at the violet-haired girl on the floor. The whip undid itself and promptly threw itself harshly at her, making a loud cracking noise as Ken pulled it back up. Miyako let out another shrill cry at the whip hitting her body. The spot now felt as warm as if the blood of her body had actually seeped out of her skin and was spreading itself universally across her body. Unexpectedly, another lash was brought across her body, followed by two more.
As much as Ken was enjoying this little whipping game, he could not hide the fact that he was furious with Miyako. He could not speak. Any words that came to his mind could not form any plausible sentences, and therefore added to the glue that kept his mouth shut. His energy was built up, and not more than an hour before, he had found the perfect solution to built up tension. He looked down at her and clenched the whip in his hand so tightly that his hand muscles began twitching. He licked his lips, half tempted to try this again, but his body and mind were still recovering from his actions earlier. His body wanted it, but his mind denied the request. He finally came to a conclusion.
"Get up…" he said, his voice still teeming with anger.
Miyako looked up at him and moved to stand, whimpering loudly, not wanting to feel the sharp bite of the whip with its metal tip swimming across her body. When she finally managed the strength to stand, Ken merely lashed the whip against her leg, causing her to fall to her knees, rubbing her leg.
"You took too long. Get up, and I may allow you a reward." He spat at her.
She growled inwardly, not wanting to take orders from someone who was younger than she was. She stood again. "W-was that fast enough for you…?" she snarled, a spiteful glare plastered on her face.
Ken's eyes widened at her voice. He reached up his hand and then struck Miyako across the face with the back of it violently. She yelped and grabbed her cheek, grinning to herself.
Ken snorted at her and then turned toward the control room, Wormmon following silently behind. "Remember this well, I allowed you to live, wench. Not because I like you. No, it's for a far more important reason than that." He turned his head to look back at her. "It's because I need you. To me, you're no more than another packet of data infecting my world with your existence." He turned his head back with a sigh. "Two doors from the left from my chambers is a bathroom. In it, there is a hot bath. Clean your filthy body up. Wormmon will alert you for dinner."
Not another word was said from the young ruler as he walked away. Miyako was stunned. She hadn't any idea what to think at all. He had just beaten her and yet had just allowed her to use his hot bath! Despite his being the Digimon Kaiser, she had to admit that she still harbored her fan-girl obsession for him, and deep in her heart, Miyako knew that he couldn't have been all evil, though her mind told her the opposite.
Miyako sighed softly and then began her walk in the direction from which she came to take a bath and to think about the day's events. This certainly was the most eventful day of her life thus far.
Or so she thought.
A/N: And there you have it! The next installment in "Some Things Are Best Kept A Secret". Wow… Seven chapters! That makes me feel all special-like in my tummy! Especially because you people keep reading this fun story and giving me happy-like reviews! Yay! I thank every one of you 44 reviewers who actually come back time and again to read this story! God, if I could find the words to thank each and every one of you, man, this thing would be 20 pages long! Man, I just hope that you guys keep coming back to read how this story develops. Until next time, Peace, love, and cookies!!!!
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Miyako sat at the long banquet table and swallowed hard, as her body was still throbbing mercilessly from her earlier beating, though the pain had subsided. She looked across the table at Ken, who had, for the first time Miyako had seen, actually had a look of surprise on his usually stern face. She saw him straighten his posture and sigh softly. Miyako giggled. Ken's clothes designing device had actually done something good for her.
Ken cleared his throat and snapped his fingers Wormmon promptly came up to him. Ken didn't speak, but simply handed something to the little green Digimon. He nodded and walked to Miyako. She looked down at Wormmon in shock.
He was holding her D-Terminal.
She took the gray device and looked at Ken. "Wh-what? My… Why…"
"I hacked into its programming and eliminated the e-mail features." He said plainly. "You may record your thoughts into it."
"A… diary…? But why?" Miyako questioned.
Ken snorted. "Do I need a reason for everything that I do? Perhaps I thought it was a nice gesture. Would you like me to take that back?"
Miyako shook her head and clutched the D-Terminal to her chest. "No! It's fine… Th-thank you."
He made a noise of approval and then reached to pick up a fork to begin dining, leaving Miyako to wonder what his angle was…
By Kawaii Kitty
Chapter Seven
Crime, Punishment.
Miyako hurriedly got dressed and picked up her D-Terminal with this new idea fresh in her mind. She would find anything of importance and exploit it to the other Chosen Children. She wandered aimlessly around the base, hoping to find something, anything that would help. She found a door from where a very cold breeze emitted. She looked at the door curiously, and then said the words Wormmon had used to open the door.
The door opened to reveal a dark, cold stairway that sent a violent shiver up Miyako's spine. She swallowed hard and proceeded down the stairway. The soft taps from her shoes echoed off the wall and her eyes darted around the walls, trying to drink in every inch of the sights she was seeing while at the same time trying to think of words to describe the stairwell.
Miyako heard some noises and stopped cold in her tracks, for fear one of Ken's guards may have heard her. She listened closer to the sounds. They sounded painful. Curious, Miyako continued down the stairs. At the bottom, she gasped loudly at the sight that was there.
"D-digimon!? Are all of these Digimon!?" she shouted at the sight of tens of dozens of captured digimon that were stuffed into cages that were often too small for the larger champions. She looked at the sight with great pity, running up to the nearest holding cell and grabbing its bars and looking at the creatures inside. "This is… awful! How could he…" she thought about that for a second. "Wait… what am I talking about? This is the guy that made love to me and disappeared. He's the Digimon Kaiser, why wouldn't he do it?" She sighed softly at the digimon in the cell as it stared blankly back at her.
She took out her D-terminal, which had apparently been beeping for the past couple of minutes and read the new e-mails she received.
"Miyako! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
-Takeru"
"Miyako! We've been so worried and we've been looking around for hours! Where are you?
-Hikari"
"Miyako, I'm confused… what do you mean by, 'He's not as angry with you as you thought'?
-Daisuke"
Miyako couldn't help but giggle at Daisuke's reply. She activated the voice typing and proceeded to speak one e-mail for all the questions. "He hurt me a little bit, but I'm pretty sure that I'm okay, Takeru. Hikari, I'm in the Kaiser's base right now, down in the holding cells where he's got so many poor digimon held captive. And Daisuke, that's for me to know and you to not find out. Love Miyako." She hit the send button and giggled softly. Putting the gray device back in her pocket. She looked back at the digimon and suddenly was in no mood for humor. To prevent herself from crying, she quickly bolted up the stairs, not caring how much noise she was making.
When she reached the top of the stairs again, she took off her glasses and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. She sniffled softly and looked around, deciding on what to investigate next
"Kaiser-sama…" Wormmon said in a pleading tone. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
The Kaiser stood in front of the Black Tailmon's containment chamber where it floated, asleep. He grinned and adjusted his golden-framed glasses. "Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be sure of the Chosen's destruction?"
Wormmon shook his little green head. "I'm not sure, sir. Don't you think that The Black Tailmon is overkill?"
"Of course not. Those children have been a thorn in my side for too long." He snarled. "It's due time that I dispose of them and truly win." He chuckled softly. "Destroying them will be the greatest victory of this little game."
"When are you planning the attack?" Wormmon asked for fear that he would dare launch it that day.
"Night is falling." He stated. "The children will be departing soon, leaving me the night to prepare and make sure all things are as they should be. Tomorrow. I have all of the essential pieces of the play: the plot, the reason, the 'damsel in distress', and the end." He chuckled again, a vile grin spreading across his face. "The first and final performances will commence tomorrow."
Miyako took a deep breath and looked at the keypad in front of her. She sighed softly, knowing now that there was a code on the door. Not having the hacking skills that Koushiro, Child of Knowledge had, there was no possible way that she could open the door.
"There's got to be something good behind this door, or Ken wouldn't have locked it!" She sighed again and brought up the D-Terminal in her hands, slouching slightly and writing another E-mail addressed to Iori.
The sound of a sliding door startled her. She yelped loudly and dropped the D-Terminal on the ground. She looked up at the door to see a smug looking Ken standing at the door. He took one look at the violet-haired girl and his face became annoyed.
"What are you doing here, girl?" He asked sharply.
Flustered, Miyako knelt down to pick up her D-Terminal as the Kaiser watched her actions. "W-well, y'see… I w-was just walking around… got lost… and…" Her hand reached for the gray device.
Watching this, Ken brought out his foot and placed it on Miyako's hand as it touched the terminal. Miyako's heart seemed to have stopped and her blood ran to hoarfrost.
Ken leaned down, lifting his foot from her hand and brushed it aside, picking up the D-Terminal, and flipping up the screen. "And what is this little-" His eyes widened at what was on the screen, then narrowed in a glare. "What the hell is this!?" he spat to the girl
Miyako winced. Without Hawkmon, there was little she could do against the Kaiser, and she knew it, but she had no idea how much trouble she had just gotten herself into.
Ken quickly lifted his leg and slammed it into her chest. "Tell me!" Miyako had succumbed to a violent fit of coughs and painful screams. Impatient, he snarled and grabbed as handful of her hair and yanked her up by it, hearing a loud shrill come from Miyako's mouth. He felt he had no time to enjoy it, but did thoroughly. He bent down and lifted her to his eye level.
"What have you told them, bitch?" He didn't wait for an answer before he clenched more of her purple hair in his glove. "TELL ME! Tell me or I'll skin you and force feed the pieces to you!"
Miyako winced at such a thought and shuddered violently. "I…I haven't told them anything, I swear!"
Ken snorted and tossed her aside viciously. His thumb ran over the scroll buttons, looking through the messages she had sent. Upon reading her first one, his glare became even more sadistic.
"You…you thought you could… UGH!!" He couldn't seem to control his anger. It was to Miyako as if there was a horrible demon inside of him, waiting to burst out and devour her soul. Instead, his hand flew across her cheek in a loud smack noise and leaving a nice red mark on her face. She gave a shrill cry and winced, then moved to touch her cheek to inspect the damage. Her cheek was warm as the blood from the surrounding area gathered at that spot.
There was a long pause between the two adolescents as they glared at one another, the both of them in a small state of shock, neither one of them knowing what to do or how to react.
Daisuke groaned and kicked the ground. "Where is that response from Miyako!?" he growled impatiently.
Takeru shook his head and looked at the D-Terminal screen. "For the last time, I don't know, Daisuke!"
Iori looked saddened. "What if she can't come back? She said that she found captured Digimon… what if they attacked her?"
Hikari shook her head of light brown hair. "I doubt that that would have happened, after all, I'm almost certain the Kaiser wants her alive, he wouldn't put her life in danger unless he could get some information from her, and even then, I doubt he would actually kill her."
Takeru nodded in agreement with her. "I agree. He wouldn't take all this time to capture her, and then just order some of his minions on her. He wants us to go after her, I know that much. Miyako's bait, and I think everyone here is wise enough to realize that."
Hikari smiled and walked to Iori. "I'm sure she's fine, she's probably just a little preoccupied at the moment. No need to worry."
Miyako let out a loud, ear-piercing scream as Ken's foot came in speedy contact with her stomach. She fell onto her side and assumed a fetal position to protect her wounded stomach. She whimpered loudly, her entire body shaking from the beating she was receiving. The breathing of the man above her was harsh, heavy, as if his chest was ready to explode.
He snarled loudly and grabbed the retracted whip at his side, pressing a button on it as he lashed it down at the violet-haired girl on the floor. The whip undid itself and promptly threw itself harshly at her, making a loud cracking noise as Ken pulled it back up. Miyako let out another shrill cry at the whip hitting her body. The spot now felt as warm as if the blood of her body had actually seeped out of her skin and was spreading itself universally across her body. Unexpectedly, another lash was brought across her body, followed by two more.
As much as Ken was enjoying this little whipping game, he could not hide the fact that he was furious with Miyako. He could not speak. Any words that came to his mind could not form any plausible sentences, and therefore added to the glue that kept his mouth shut. His energy was built up, and not more than an hour before, he had found the perfect solution to built up tension. He looked down at her and clenched the whip in his hand so tightly that his hand muscles began twitching. He licked his lips, half tempted to try this again, but his body and mind were still recovering from his actions earlier. His body wanted it, but his mind denied the request. He finally came to a conclusion.
"Get up…" he said, his voice still teeming with anger.
Miyako looked up at him and moved to stand, whimpering loudly, not wanting to feel the sharp bite of the whip with its metal tip swimming across her body. When she finally managed the strength to stand, Ken merely lashed the whip against her leg, causing her to fall to her knees, rubbing her leg.
"You took too long. Get up, and I may allow you a reward." He spat at her.
She growled inwardly, not wanting to take orders from someone who was younger than she was. She stood again. "W-was that fast enough for you…?" she snarled, a spiteful glare plastered on her face.
Ken's eyes widened at her voice. He reached up his hand and then struck Miyako across the face with the back of it violently. She yelped and grabbed her cheek, grinning to herself.
Ken snorted at her and then turned toward the control room, Wormmon following silently behind. "Remember this well, I allowed you to live, wench. Not because I like you. No, it's for a far more important reason than that." He turned his head to look back at her. "It's because I need you. To me, you're no more than another packet of data infecting my world with your existence." He turned his head back with a sigh. "Two doors from the left from my chambers is a bathroom. In it, there is a hot bath. Clean your filthy body up. Wormmon will alert you for dinner."
Not another word was said from the young ruler as he walked away. Miyako was stunned. She hadn't any idea what to think at all. He had just beaten her and yet had just allowed her to use his hot bath! Despite his being the Digimon Kaiser, she had to admit that she still harbored her fan-girl obsession for him, and deep in her heart, Miyako knew that he couldn't have been all evil, though her mind told her the opposite.
Miyako sighed softly and then began her walk in the direction from which she came to take a bath and to think about the day's events. This certainly was the most eventful day of her life thus far.
Or so she thought.
A/N: And there you have it! The next installment in "Some Things Are Best Kept A Secret". Wow… Seven chapters! That makes me feel all special-like in my tummy! Especially because you people keep reading this fun story and giving me happy-like reviews! Yay! I thank every one of you 44 reviewers who actually come back time and again to read this story! God, if I could find the words to thank each and every one of you, man, this thing would be 20 pages long! Man, I just hope that you guys keep coming back to read how this story develops. Until next time, Peace, love, and cookies!!!!
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Miyako sat at the long banquet table and swallowed hard, as her body was still throbbing mercilessly from her earlier beating, though the pain had subsided. She looked across the table at Ken, who had, for the first time Miyako had seen, actually had a look of surprise on his usually stern face. She saw him straighten his posture and sigh softly. Miyako giggled. Ken's clothes designing device had actually done something good for her.
Ken cleared his throat and snapped his fingers Wormmon promptly came up to him. Ken didn't speak, but simply handed something to the little green Digimon. He nodded and walked to Miyako. She looked down at Wormmon in shock.
He was holding her D-Terminal.
She took the gray device and looked at Ken. "Wh-what? My… Why…"
"I hacked into its programming and eliminated the e-mail features." He said plainly. "You may record your thoughts into it."
"A… diary…? But why?" Miyako questioned.
Ken snorted. "Do I need a reason for everything that I do? Perhaps I thought it was a nice gesture. Would you like me to take that back?"
Miyako shook her head and clutched the D-Terminal to her chest. "No! It's fine… Th-thank you."
He made a noise of approval and then reached to pick up a fork to begin dining, leaving Miyako to wonder what his angle was…
