Disclaimer: This is going to be a Digimon/ Demon: the Fallen crossover.
Takes place some time after Belial Vamdemon. It will become increasingly AU
from the "official" ending. If such themes as demons and religion and all
that bother or bother you, please don't read. Digimon doesn't belong to me.
It belongs to Toei, Bandai, etc. Demon: the Fallen belongs to White Wolf.
None of these characters are mine. Concepts and backgrounds also belong to
the aforementioned. This is my first try at fanfiction, so please read.
It's eventually going to be Ryou/Ken, since there are so few stories about
my favorite pairing. One sided Daisuke/Ken at the beginning, may become
Daisuke/Wallace. I am planning a lot of pain and angst before Ryou and Ken
find their way back to one another's arms. Enjoy
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Ken sighed, languishing in the darkness of the room. To say that the events that had passed today were not exactly pleasant would be an understatement.
[i]"Ken, don't you have an answer?" Daisuke pressed.
"Daisuke, gomen nasai. For some reason the prospect makes me extremely uncomfortable. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. However, since you are pressing for an answer, then I have to say no." Ken sighed in unease.
"Doushite?! Am I not good enough for you?"
"Daisuke, onegai, try to understand. You were the first one to accept me. For that, I am forever in your debt. I am eternally grateful to you. If I could, then I would like you the way you want me to, but I just can't. For some reason, I'm just really nervous about this."
"Ken, who is he?"
"Nani?"
"Who's the guy you're in love with? There's no other logical reason why you'd be holding back."
Daisuke's voice was starting to rise in pitch.
"Daisuke, if I knew the reason, I'd be forthright with you, but I don't know. There are just little patches of memory that keep assaulting me. It's as if the mirror of my mind has broken into tiny pieces. Pieces that are emerging and trying to put themselves back together. I just have a very uneasy feeling about entering a serious relationship with you. There's something in the mists of my mind, from my forgotten memory that's trying to tell me something else. I don't know why, but for both of our sakes, I don't think we should do this. It would only end in disaster and sorrow, for us, and for. many others as well. "
"Well, if you feel like living your life for yourself instead of being lead around by all this superstitious nonsense, let me know!!" Daisuke shouted and then stormed out.[/i]
Months had passed since Chosen from across the globe had gathered to battle and defeat Belial Vamdemon. Since then, life had carried on, much like usual. People had become more aware of the digimon, of course. It was up to the Chosen Children to educate people in this matter, to improve ties with the digimon. Taichi's natural leadership tendencies had shown through in this area; the older Chosen were all busy helping him and carrying on with their own lives as well. Yamato was aiming to be a professional rock star. Sora was busy with flower arrangement, and Mimi was trying out to be a model. Jyou was busy with medical school, and Koushiro was swamped with digital world research. The younger ones had gotten on with their lives as well. Iori was busy with kendo. Miyako was immersing herself in programming. Takeru was busy with basketball, and Hikari was trying out ballet. Daisuke had seemed happy enough, as usual. However, he had consistently been seeing Ken and dropping not-so-subtle hints that he really liked Ken and wanted to take their relationship to a more serious level. The other Chosen all thought Ken would be extremely happy. However, Ken was extremely uncomfortable and quietly but very firmly opposed when faced with this possibility. Ken's dreams had been increasing in frequency and clarity; dreams that he eventually figured out were memories from a forgotten time and were finally reasserting themselves. He had tried to stall for time, saying that he needed to think about it. He had hoped to get Daisuke paired up with someone else. However, Daisuke was extremely stubborn and would not be swayed. Eventually, the tension had become too much and had resulted in that argument where Ken finally admitted he did not want to enter such a relationship with Daisuke. The older ones were puzzled by Ken's reaction, but they chose to stay out of the affair and said that it was Ken's decision to make. The younger Chosen varied in their reactions. Iori and Miyako were resentful towards him, feeling that he had deliberately hurt Daisuke. Takeru and Hikari were supportive of Ken's decision and advised him to give Daisuke time to come around. Ken had tried hard at first to like Daisuke that way, but in the end, he ultimately found that he did not have any such feelings for the chocolate-haired boy. Ken liked him very much as a friend, but that's as far as he wanted to go. Furthermore, he had told the truth when he had stated that the forgotten but steadily reemerging memories had subconsciously warned him strongly against trying such a relationship. That had been enough to convince Ken that he should not get into a relationship with Daisuke. He didn't know why the memories guided him in this direction, but he needed to trust that it was for the best, lest he end up doing something he would deeply regret. It was almost as if he felt he would be committing infidelity. But towards whom? That information he had yet to extract from the mists of his mind. As if his personal love-life did not give him enough to worry about, there was also the stimulus that had triggered his subconscious, causing his already emerging memories to begin returning at an increasingly accelerated rate and sharpened the strange dreams. A very major global event had occurred just several weeks ago. Everyone had talked about it for days, but then it had died out, like yesterday's news, discredited as a hoax. He, however, had remembered it distinctly, and it was still haunting him. He had been watching television when the broadcast had been interrupted to show a live recording from Los Angeles. The City of Angels had suffered a very devastating earthquake that had leveled about half of the city, thus prompting what the local police called the Devil's Night Riot. People had gone ballistic. There was robbing, murder, and probably much worse. Some women had even pinned a policeman to a car and skinned him alive, while many onlookers observed and chanted in animalistic, bestial fervor. It had gone on for three nights, but suddenly, it stopped when a large massive, figure of light in the shape of a dragon had appeared above Los Angeles. Everyone in the immediate vicinity had instantly lapsed into a coma, or their minds were probably messed up for life. Ken himself could understand when he saw the ancient and eternal beauty, splendor, and glory of that creature, whatever or whoever it was. It's as if Ken saw all the light at the dawn of creation pour forth from this creature. All the light that there ever was and ever would be in creation, all contained in this glorious being. It almost seemed to him that the entity was an angel, one of the elohim. But come on. Such creatures didn't really exist, right? A little voice in his head had countered his assumption. It proceeded to reason that if digimon could exist, then why not elohim? Ken decided to remain open to the possibility. The last thing which troubled him was that he remembered the creature speaking in a very strange language. The language seemed ancient beyond imagining, and seemed to resonate with reality itself. It seemed to be singing and speaking at the same time, as if all human languages had originated from this tongue. The first tongue.Enochian? Furthermore, Ken had actually been able to understand it, or at least receive a basic impression, almost as if the ability were in his blood. That creature had seemed to say, "I stand ready to oppose any and all." Why was it that seeing the elohim had caused his memories to come flooding back even more quickly? Ken also couldn't understand why for some reason, he was able to take comfort from the entity in his time of trouble. Exhausted, he decided to think about this in the morning and lapsed into a much-needed sleep. Once again, he dreamed.
Note: Please be nice. Reviews and opinions would be much appreciated.
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Ken sighed, languishing in the darkness of the room. To say that the events that had passed today were not exactly pleasant would be an understatement.
[i]"Ken, don't you have an answer?" Daisuke pressed.
"Daisuke, gomen nasai. For some reason the prospect makes me extremely uncomfortable. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. However, since you are pressing for an answer, then I have to say no." Ken sighed in unease.
"Doushite?! Am I not good enough for you?"
"Daisuke, onegai, try to understand. You were the first one to accept me. For that, I am forever in your debt. I am eternally grateful to you. If I could, then I would like you the way you want me to, but I just can't. For some reason, I'm just really nervous about this."
"Ken, who is he?"
"Nani?"
"Who's the guy you're in love with? There's no other logical reason why you'd be holding back."
Daisuke's voice was starting to rise in pitch.
"Daisuke, if I knew the reason, I'd be forthright with you, but I don't know. There are just little patches of memory that keep assaulting me. It's as if the mirror of my mind has broken into tiny pieces. Pieces that are emerging and trying to put themselves back together. I just have a very uneasy feeling about entering a serious relationship with you. There's something in the mists of my mind, from my forgotten memory that's trying to tell me something else. I don't know why, but for both of our sakes, I don't think we should do this. It would only end in disaster and sorrow, for us, and for. many others as well. "
"Well, if you feel like living your life for yourself instead of being lead around by all this superstitious nonsense, let me know!!" Daisuke shouted and then stormed out.[/i]
Months had passed since Chosen from across the globe had gathered to battle and defeat Belial Vamdemon. Since then, life had carried on, much like usual. People had become more aware of the digimon, of course. It was up to the Chosen Children to educate people in this matter, to improve ties with the digimon. Taichi's natural leadership tendencies had shown through in this area; the older Chosen were all busy helping him and carrying on with their own lives as well. Yamato was aiming to be a professional rock star. Sora was busy with flower arrangement, and Mimi was trying out to be a model. Jyou was busy with medical school, and Koushiro was swamped with digital world research. The younger ones had gotten on with their lives as well. Iori was busy with kendo. Miyako was immersing herself in programming. Takeru was busy with basketball, and Hikari was trying out ballet. Daisuke had seemed happy enough, as usual. However, he had consistently been seeing Ken and dropping not-so-subtle hints that he really liked Ken and wanted to take their relationship to a more serious level. The other Chosen all thought Ken would be extremely happy. However, Ken was extremely uncomfortable and quietly but very firmly opposed when faced with this possibility. Ken's dreams had been increasing in frequency and clarity; dreams that he eventually figured out were memories from a forgotten time and were finally reasserting themselves. He had tried to stall for time, saying that he needed to think about it. He had hoped to get Daisuke paired up with someone else. However, Daisuke was extremely stubborn and would not be swayed. Eventually, the tension had become too much and had resulted in that argument where Ken finally admitted he did not want to enter such a relationship with Daisuke. The older ones were puzzled by Ken's reaction, but they chose to stay out of the affair and said that it was Ken's decision to make. The younger Chosen varied in their reactions. Iori and Miyako were resentful towards him, feeling that he had deliberately hurt Daisuke. Takeru and Hikari were supportive of Ken's decision and advised him to give Daisuke time to come around. Ken had tried hard at first to like Daisuke that way, but in the end, he ultimately found that he did not have any such feelings for the chocolate-haired boy. Ken liked him very much as a friend, but that's as far as he wanted to go. Furthermore, he had told the truth when he had stated that the forgotten but steadily reemerging memories had subconsciously warned him strongly against trying such a relationship. That had been enough to convince Ken that he should not get into a relationship with Daisuke. He didn't know why the memories guided him in this direction, but he needed to trust that it was for the best, lest he end up doing something he would deeply regret. It was almost as if he felt he would be committing infidelity. But towards whom? That information he had yet to extract from the mists of his mind. As if his personal love-life did not give him enough to worry about, there was also the stimulus that had triggered his subconscious, causing his already emerging memories to begin returning at an increasingly accelerated rate and sharpened the strange dreams. A very major global event had occurred just several weeks ago. Everyone had talked about it for days, but then it had died out, like yesterday's news, discredited as a hoax. He, however, had remembered it distinctly, and it was still haunting him. He had been watching television when the broadcast had been interrupted to show a live recording from Los Angeles. The City of Angels had suffered a very devastating earthquake that had leveled about half of the city, thus prompting what the local police called the Devil's Night Riot. People had gone ballistic. There was robbing, murder, and probably much worse. Some women had even pinned a policeman to a car and skinned him alive, while many onlookers observed and chanted in animalistic, bestial fervor. It had gone on for three nights, but suddenly, it stopped when a large massive, figure of light in the shape of a dragon had appeared above Los Angeles. Everyone in the immediate vicinity had instantly lapsed into a coma, or their minds were probably messed up for life. Ken himself could understand when he saw the ancient and eternal beauty, splendor, and glory of that creature, whatever or whoever it was. It's as if Ken saw all the light at the dawn of creation pour forth from this creature. All the light that there ever was and ever would be in creation, all contained in this glorious being. It almost seemed to him that the entity was an angel, one of the elohim. But come on. Such creatures didn't really exist, right? A little voice in his head had countered his assumption. It proceeded to reason that if digimon could exist, then why not elohim? Ken decided to remain open to the possibility. The last thing which troubled him was that he remembered the creature speaking in a very strange language. The language seemed ancient beyond imagining, and seemed to resonate with reality itself. It seemed to be singing and speaking at the same time, as if all human languages had originated from this tongue. The first tongue.Enochian? Furthermore, Ken had actually been able to understand it, or at least receive a basic impression, almost as if the ability were in his blood. That creature had seemed to say, "I stand ready to oppose any and all." Why was it that seeing the elohim had caused his memories to come flooding back even more quickly? Ken also couldn't understand why for some reason, he was able to take comfort from the entity in his time of trouble. Exhausted, he decided to think about this in the morning and lapsed into a much-needed sleep. Once again, he dreamed.
Note: Please be nice. Reviews and opinions would be much appreciated.