Some Things Are Best Kept A Secret.

By Kawaii Kitty











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Chapter Eight

First Night

A/N: what!? FIRST Night?! Geez, if EVERY day is going to be eight chapters long. Who KNOWS how long this monster will be! ARGH! ::Tears Headfur out and runs out screaming::





Miyako sighed to herself as she located the Kaiser's bathroom and stepped inside. The bathroom was well furnished and had a standard shower and raised bathtub, as well as an elegant mirror above a counter, which was next to the shower, with a beautiful sink in it. To Miyako's surprise, the bathroom was not dark-colored in the least. Everything was furnished in gold. The tile used around the bathroom was a brilliant white color, contrasting the rest of the base immensely.

Miyako looked around for a minute and then located the towels next to the tub and took a small sigh of relief that she didn't have to walk back to the Kaiser's room naked. She sighed to herself and stripped down, folding her clothes neatly and placing them next to the sink. She opened the shower door and stepped in, looking around for everything that she would need. She located three nozzles, which she discovered dispensed soap, shampoo, and hair conditioner. She grabbed a washcloth and set it on the soap dispenser and reached over and turned on the shower. She let the water hit her face and run down her body for a few moments before wettening the washcloth and lathering it with soap. She sighed softly as she washed herself wordlessly.

'is all of this a dream.?Is all of this another part of my sick fantasies? About a month ago, I would have given ANYTHING to be in Ken Ichijouji's shower, to have made love to him, to actually even speak to him. but now.' she looked down at her hands. 'Now I'm in the Kaiser's shower. I've been practically raped by the Kaiser. It's all been the Kaiser. it always has been, and I'm just too stupid to have realized it back then.' she banged her head against the tile wall hard, wincing. "Ow." She said simply before sighing and standing straight. She rubbed her head and looked to the side, out the shower stall. She saw a small green, pink, and purple blob standing patiently in the middle of the bathroom.

Miyako gasped and turned off the shower, opening the door of the stall and looking out, her hair dripping profusely. "Um. yes.?" she asked the small worm-shaped blob.

"Kaiser-sama has instructed me to tell you that dinner is ready and to be ready quickly or he will have to punish you." He said monotone as if it were nothing.

Miyako swallowed hard and the thought of an angry Kaiser and nodded. "Thanks, Wormmon." She flashed him a smile and saw a bit of crimson added to the blob as she stepped back into the shower. She hummed softly and turned the shower on, quickly cleaning her hair, humming still. She rinsed her hair in a hurry and sighed a bit. She then turned off the shower, wringing her hair and deciding that she had no time for a soak in the tub; that would have to wait. She sighed softly and stepped back out of the shower, noticing a figure leaning up against the door. Miyako could only make out the colors of blue, gold, black, and white, but she knew whom to expect.

Miyako gave out a shrill cry and immediately covered her chest and crossed her legs, backing up against the shower. She heard the blob give a chuckle in the Kaiser's voice. "What's the matter? Afraid to show me what I've already seen?" he took a few steps toward her.

She became a bit nervous and slid from the shower to the counter, grabbing her glasses from the floor in the process. She slipped them on to see the Kaiser still advancing on her. She swallowed hard and stood strong, her arms falling to her sides stiffly. "What do you want?" she asked rather sternly.

He arched an eyebrow at her tone and stopped his advance. He then looked her over nonchalantly and spoke. "Those clothes you wore when you were brought here are hideous." Miyako's eyes widened at this. She had always liked those clothes, despite what anyone said about them. "I have brought you a little something to remedy that." He held up his hand and in it looked like something that resembled a Palm Pilot from the real world. It had a large screen in the middle of it as well as several buttons along the bottom.

"Wh.What is that?" Miyako asked, inspecting it a bit closer.

"It's a miniature version of the machine used to create this base." He said, handing it to her. "I have one of my own, as well as a few spares. I figured that since you would need a change of clothes every now and again that you could use it." Miyako took the device into her hand and took out the pen, drawing across the LCD screen with the tip. "I have a larger version of this device used for adding on parts of my base. Every cloth known to man has been loaded into this little device. So when you design an article of clothing, make sure that you choose the cloth wisely. I wouldn't recommend silk for your panties. What you do is select a cloth and then draw it to your fancy. Trust me, it will turn out better once you send it."

Miyako looked a bit confused, but then looked at the device. "Um. Thank you... sir." Ken nodded and walked toward the door of the bathroom. Miyako sighed and turned toward the mirror, looking into it for a moment.

"Oh, I forgot one thing." She heard the Kaiser's voice behind her again. In the mirror, she saw Ken's now bare hands wrap under her arms, his right grasping her left breast tightly in his warm, sweaty hand, and the other reaching down between her legs, navigating his fingers around her nether regions skillfully. Miyako was quite surprised at this sudden action and bit the inside of her lip to keep from giving him the gratification of hearing her pleasure, but did so in vain as a moan escaped her throat and a blush creeped across her face.

She could almost feel the grin that snaked its way over his face as he heard her audible pleasure and could feel her arousal gently coating his fingertips. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her wet hair, then gently kissed the back of her head as he then slipped two of his fingers inside of Miyako's womanhood. She let out a soft sigh and another involuntary moan as she stared into the mirror at the image of the both of them, her face reddening even further.

Though he was just a year younger than Miyako, she could feel his maturity in every movement he made. His hands moved as if they belonged to an experienced lover, touching her in precisely the right places as if he had done this hundreds of times before. Ken pressed her body closer to his, primarily his hips. He took a long whiff of Miyako's hair and began gently rocking his hips against her rear. Miyako blushed brighter than she ever thought possible and now felt dizzy with pleasure and a bit of gratification from knowing that she was giving pleasure to the boy whom, before that day, did only things like this in her fondest fantasies. She gave a pleasured cry as he began to move both his fingers and his hips faster, making his growing hard-on beneath his pants more than obvious. He made small noises of pleasure as he kissed the back of her head, then moved his head down to her neck, kissing the back gently, sending chills down Miyako's spine.

The Kaiser leaned over to Miyako's ear and moaned into it loudly, the grin still plastered on his face. He could almost feel her blushing through to her neck as his gentle lips touched her still-wet flesh. He gave a small chuckle as he continued to trail gentle, tender kisses up and down Miyako's neck. As he continued to move his hands and his body, Miyako could literally feel her awareness and consciousness slipping away from her as it had that afternoon. She began to pant against her will and give out loud cries of pleasure with each movement he made. She reached up one of her hands, resting it on Ken's forearm, clutching it tightly in her fingers as his worked with her sensitive breast

"K-Kaiser.Kaiser-sama." she moaned softly.

At hearing his name, Kaiser chuckled a bit, whispering into her ear. "Yes.? Is there something that you want, Girl?" He grinned, pinching her nipple between two fingers, causing her to yelp a bit. He chuckled and kissed her neck again. He lifted his eyes to look at the mirror in front of them. "Is there something you want to do to make this an even more perfect picture.?" he sighed softly, then tensed up, getting a feeling like pure ice being injected in every vertebrae of his spine. Whatever Miyako had said after his question was completely lost to him.

He looked back into the mirror, seeing not only himself and Miyako reflected in front of him, but a third figure as well. This figure was standing a bit behind the pair, his arms in his pockets; a smug look on his face.

"Enjoying yourself?" the figure said in the Kaiser's voice. Ken gave a small chuckle, causing Kaiser to stand up straight and rigid.

He quickly withdrew his hands from Miyako and bolted out of the room, leaving Miyako looking at the door, panting for air, confused, and unsatisfied. She groaned loudly and sunk to the floor.

Miyako looked at the tile and held her hand close to her heart, feeling her rapid pulse brought on by the Kaiser's masterful skills of seduction. She sighed softly and stood up shakily, looking at herself in the mirror sadly, wondering what she had done wrong. She shook her head and dismissed it, then turned to the device that Ken had left for her. She sat on the counter, her legs crossed and picked it up and pulled out the pen from the top.

"How does this stupid thing work?" she dragged the tip of the pen along the screen. To her surprise, the device beeped and brought up a menu with articles of clothing written on it: Shirt, Pants, Dress, Socks, Undergarments, Shoes, and Miscellaneous.

Curious, Miyako first selected Miscellaneous. Under it, she found, Ribbon, Scarf, Handbag, Belt, Kimono, Glasses, and Gloves. She decided to aim for simplicity for a beginner. She selected Ribbon. Two menus appeared, one containing colors and the other containing fabrics. She thought a moment, and then picked the color violet, then the fabric Silk. Next, a display with a human figure on it appeared on the screen. She had no idea what to do next and bit her lip, her body quivering. As she thought, she randomly drew a line the length of the screen and yelped as a long string of silken ribbon appeared before her and fell to the floor.

She looked at the device again. "Well, now I know how to use this thing." she set it aside and walked to the ribbon, picking it up, taking all of her hair into a fist, save two thick strips of hair that fell onto her chest. She diligently wrapped much of her hair with the ribbon, turning to herself in the mirror, smiling as two long strips of silk fell from either side of her tied hair. She picked up the device again and began working on an outfit that she believed would please the Kaiser and perhaps get him to slip up a few things other than his sexual organ.





The Kaiser panted heavily and sank to the floor of his bedroom, sweat rolling down his face. His fist was around his member, which had just given off a massive amount of discharge. He swallowed hard and placed it back into his pants, adjusting them and re-buckling his belt.

"That wasn't as fun as the first time, Kaiser." Ken said to him in a plain voice.

Kaiser growled at him, a spiteful glare on his face. "Sh. Shut up. I am. really not. in the mood. for your.wisecracks.right now..." he managed to sputter out to the apparition beside him.

Ken grinned. "Well get used to them, because you'll be getting a lot more of them now that you've let me out."

Kaiser growled much like a rabid wolf. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"What?" Ken said simply. "You've let me out. I can see why you're upset, but thieves must be punished."

"Th-Thief?! What nonsense. do you speak of..?" Kaiser panted, having half the mind to attack the vision beside him, but being too worn out to do so.

"You have stolen my body, and I have every intention on getting it back from you, no matter what." Ken said, his violet eyes narrowing to a spiteful glare.

"Feh." Kaiser said, spitting to the side. "You're delusional. Of course, I wouldn't expect any less from a worm like you." He grinned a bit and closed his eyes, raising his left hand to his face and taking a deep breath. "Still smells like her." he said a bit dreamily to himself.

Ken glared at Kaiser. "You're lowest of the low." He hissed to the solid version of himself.

"She's mine, you know." Kaiser said plainly, as though his statement had been the most obvious thing on two worlds. "No matter what you do or say, she'll always want me over you." He then glared at the literal former image of himself. "I give her what she wants, and that's all any woman will ever ask for." And with these words, he rose to his feet, stuffed himself back into his pants, quickly redoing his buckle after and walked through the defiant vision, causing him to disappear.

Upon leaving the room, he spotted Wormmon walking down the hall in his direction. "Wormmon!" he shouted. "There's a slight mess in my chambers. Clean it." He fixed his glasses a bit and walked quickly down toward the dining hall.





"Yatta!" Miyako said as she continued to stand in the bathroom, now with an entirely new ensemble, save her large, round glasses. She wore a low-cut, light violet halter top with mere straps on the side to keep her arms in and the shirt from falling. The arm straps, the collar, and the trimmings on the bottom were lined with a gold silken fabric. Over her legs, she wore a short skirt made with the same color fabric as the top but made of light leather that felt like a cool breeze as she walked.

Miyako struck a pose in the mirror and looked at herself. "You know, Miyako, you actually look good for once!" She grinned a bit as her foot brushed against some heavy cloth. She looked down at it and picked up the long cloth that matched the color of her hair and threw it around her shoulders, drawing it tightly around her, looking at it from every angle, admiring the resemblance to the Kaiser's own swallow-tailed cape, complete with the same gold trimmings, collar, and shoulder covers. Miyako turned toward the mirror and snapped the metal collar shut, then walked slowly from the room, her newly made long boots clicking against the floor as she made her own way to the dining hall, her long, violet hair wrapped tightly with the ribbon she had accidentally created earlier.

Miyako then came across a room with an open door. She looked inside, curious as to what the room had in it. Much to her delight, it had been the Dining Hall. A spectacular chandelier, as well as several candles upon the elegant black marble table lighted the room. The Kaiser had already come into the room and sat down at his place on the end of the table farthest from Miyako. She took a deep breath and walked gracefully to the end of the table she supposed that had been set for her.

Miyako sat at the long banquet table and swallowed hard, as her body was still throbbing mercilessly from her earlier beating and teasing, though the pain, as well as the torment, 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.

The food prepared was delicious to Miyako. She savored every bite and even began to get a bit greedy at times, then ceased as soon as she felt the Kaiser's eyes on her, obviously giving her an odd stare. The two of them said hardly a word throughout the meal. Becoming a bit frustrated with this, Miyako finally set down her fork and smiled, a bit too cheerful for the Kaiser's tastes.

As Miyako leaned forward in her chair and set her elbows on the table and hands folded under her chin, Ken knew she was going to say something. What she was going to say was a complete mystery to him, and he would have preferred to keep it that way. In his mind, Women were to be seen, not heard.

"So, I've been wondering." She said with a curious tone. Ken glared at her, but she continued to speak. "Just what do you do all day? Do you sit here and specifically plot against us Chosen?"

The Kaiser took a sip of the red liquid in a silver goblet before him, and then sat it down, speaking in a calm, almost cruel voice. "What I do is none of your business, girl."

Miyako huffed and looked away, a bit insulted. "Well, sorry for being curious."

Ken grinned a bit. "Apology accepted, now isn't there something else you'd like to apologize for?"

Miyako looked toward him again, lifting an eyebrow. "Apologize? For what?"

Her question received a glare from Ken. "You're more dense than I thought."



Miyako stood up abruptly, angered at his comment. "Excuse me?! How dare you speak to a woman like-"

"Sit down." Ken said quickly. Despite all urges to do the opposite, Miyako's body forced itself to sit back down in the chair. Ken grinned. "I think I could have a lot of fun with this," he noted to himself before letting out a chilling chuckle. He then looked back up at her, a slightly bored look on his face. "And if you're going to speak to me, even as rude as you did, you'll have to get all your facts straight. First, you're not a woman. Second, I am a man; I shall speak to a girl however I wish. And third, you're mine now. You will NEVER raise your voice to me unless it's a scream of utter pain. Are we clear?"

Miyako looked to the side and nodded. "Yes."

Ken glared at her. "'Yes', what?"

She glared back at him defiantly. "Yes, sir."





Dear Diary, Miyako wrote into her D-Terminal, I don't know what to say or do. The Digimon Kaiser has captured me. He is the most evil and cruel eleven year old on the faces of two worlds. To think that someone that intelligent. that beautiful. can have a side of utter cruelty. I admired him once. in that time before he was my enemy. He was the object of my affection. I wanted to work the computers like he did. I wanted to be smart like he was. I wanted to be admired for my good looks like he was. I wanted him. And now, it seems that I do have him. Or rather. he has me. Under "normal" circumstances, I would have been overjoyed to have Ken Ichijouji pay attention to me. But this isn't the Ken I loved. This is the Digimon Kaiser. the man who raped me not more than twelve hours ago. since then, as short of period of time as it was, he seems different somehow. a slightly different aura coming off him, mixing with his one made of gore and venom. I'm not sure if I'm going crazy, but I think I might be feeling something. Yes. I believe it may be love.





A/N: Well, THAT took long enough. Hope it was worth waiting for, though! Yes, yes, I KNOW I stole the diary from somewhere, but I can't remember where. If any of you out there (are you still reading this crap?) have read that fic, please tell me so I can give proper credit to the author(ess)! Oh! Also, like NC-17 fics? Like to type meaningless drivel for a cause? Go sign the Reverse the NC-17 Ruling Petition on Petition Online. If you didn't get the hyperlink, copy and paste this into your browser: http://www.petitiononline.com/KEEPNC17/petition.html thanks! Anyone, PLEASE DON'T REPORT ME! I like my lemons and I don't wanna have this fic revoked, and I don't think you do, either. YOU GOTTA FIGHT! FOR YOUR RIGHT! TO WRITE LEEEEEEMOOOOOONS!!!!





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The small nine year old sat on his bed, staring at the wooden floor of his room angrily, wanting to break something, but not having the heart, or strength to do such a thing. His short legs, instead, kicked as forcefully as he could manage, his heels coming in contact with his sheets and mattress with a dull "thfpt". He was angry at his friends for not even considering trying to help one of their teammates, an old friend of his. A very bright girl with long lavender hair and eyes the color of amber.

Just thinking about her made Hida Iori fall back onto his bed with a daydream-like sigh. He had both admired and loved this girl who was just three years older than he, and he hadn't denied it. He had always been taught that it was wrong to lie, especially to the one person it mattered most; yourself.

He lifted his head and looked at the computer on his desk, grinning to himself as a small idea sparked in his mind. "Don't worry, Miyako-chan. I'll come get you myself."