Crearulain Angel: Ok I wrote this chapter then totally hated it so I hope this one is ok…I am thinking of revising it because it's pretty rushed. I don't know exactly how the whole Ryo and Ken thing happened so this is my interpretation.
Trapped. Suffocating. Awake but not there. Alone. So very alone. Without her he was always alone. Without her he meant nothing, he couldn't feel anything but emptiness. It was like someone had clamped a steel vice around his heart and was squeezing tighter with precise steady care to prolong the pain as long as possible. Over and over he saw the flash of anger in her compassionate eyes and then he saw her fall.
TK hugged his knees closer to him rocking himself back and forth, the rocking sensation seemed calming but the rhythmic movement caused the trance to deepen. He didn't even notice his eyelids slip shut even as the images intensified.
He failed. He failed Kari especially and that's what hurt most. He lost himself in the flurry of colours and shapes until he saw a man. No it wasn't a man, it was a boy. He had tears in his indigo eyes. TK's heart wrenched at the anguish visibly tearing the boy apart as he kneeled in front of a headstone. The boy suddenly went rigid and flicked his eyes up as if he was staring at TK, into his very soul. TK involuntarily shuddered at the icy penetrating glare the boy had given him. A glare that seemed so familiar.
The picture faded steadily and became a river of colours and shapes once again. Interested and slightly afraid TK delved deeper into the swirl of images, swimming through the tumult of colour until there was sand before him. A vast desert that instantly dried his throat, the hot wind stinging his cheeks and carrying the sound of voices.
Suddenly two figures, one taller than the other were before him grinning as if they had just won a hard battle. Without warning the celebrations were cut short as black darts shot straight for the taller boy with astonishing speed. TK didn't know what they were but he knew it was bad and tried to scream out finding his voice was caught in his throat, and nothing came out no matter how hard he tried. Panic stricken he began to run, knowing he'd never get there in time when the younger boy leapt to knock the taller one down. Relief flooded through TK even as the young boy grimaced in pain and screamed. Must have been from the dive TK reasoned.
But he didn't stop screaming. The taller boy, with ash brown hair and deep unforgettable azure eyes scrambled over to his friend accompanied by two digimon. He was calm not displaying any of the panic TK knew was cursing through him at the sight of his struggling friend.
"KEN! Ken! Wormon, help me. I don't know what happened but we have to get him to stop!"
A little green caterpillar wriggled over tears streaming down his puffy insect cheeks.
"Ken. Ken please. We don't know what's wrong. We don't know how to help you. Tell me what's wrong! Ken…?"
"Hurts…" Ken croaked, pain strangling his voice.
Wormon was lost. Not knowing what to do, he wrapped his stubby legs around his partner, holding tight. He felt the dark pain pulsing from Ken and willed it to stop whispering all the while in his partner's ear. The tall boy grabbed his friend's hand doing the same, willing the pain to stop. It worked and the screams ceased until Ken was left coughing hoarsely.
"Wormon…? Thank you. All I could see was a horrible dark ocean. I was drowning… Until you saved me, I heard your voice and clung to the sound. You saved me." He turned to the boy smiling at him. "Thanks Ryo, I know I can always count on you to save me."
Without knowing why TK locked the memory of that last sentence deep into the conscious part of his mind, deep down believing he will need to recall it. A violent jolt shattered the picture before TK and he was ripped back to reality.
Patamon was shaking him roughly, throwing in a slap here or there to get him awake. "Ouch! Patamon I'm ok!" He gasped trying to let all of what he saw just sink in. Where the hell did all that come from?
"Thanks Ryo, I know I can always count on you to save me."
Ken. Indigo eyes. Icy penetrating glare. Wormon. KAISER! The connections fell neatly into place. The boy was the Kaiser, and the Kaiser had Kari. Ryo… Ryo was the only one that could save Ken. With a beautiful dawning sensation TK knew how to save Kari. Ignoring the terribly bemused Patamon TK grabbed a jacket and flew out the door down the dark street, a flustered Patamon in tow.
A soft rapping on his door brought him awake. Quite surprised the gentle noise had woken him Matt strode to the door not caring he was clad only in boxers. Drowsily he opened the door a fraction, the gold chain of his lock went taught. Light chestnut eyes stared back at him through the slit. Without another word he closed the door in her face only to unlock it properly and admit his friend into his apartment. Leading her through the short hallway of about four feet Matt flopped onto the couch waiting for her to follow. An awkward silence passed between them.
"So… How is he?" Sora asked shyly. Their relationship had never quite been the same since they broke up. Even though both had agreed it was best just to stay friends after what happened, a rift had formed because of what they had shared. What they had before he had to screw it up. Matt thought bitterly. He had been pleasantly surprised when she had forgiven him.
"We've been through so much Yamato, there's no way I can't forgive you. But what you've done I can never forget."
He hadn't deserved such kindness that day and knew it. Shaking off memories of the past Matt turned to look at her angelic face.
"Not great. He hasn't talked to anyone even Patamon."
"He was pretty shaken up wasn't he?" Sora asked not expecting an answer. Matt nodded solemnly, and then smiled ruefully.
"He'll get over it. Especially when we have the Kaiser by the balls and Kari is back in his arms." Sora couldn't help but smile.
"They really do belong together. You could truly say a match made in heaven!" laughter rang through the apartment, not forced polite laughter but a genuine comfortable laughter that only two good friends could share.
A shrill ringing cut through their burst of mirth and Matt excused himself to answer the phone.
"Matt? Matt, is TK there with you?"
"Mum? Um no he's not why?"
"He hasn't come home." The words echoed in his head and a sudden chill swept over him. Had he gone after the Kaiser by himself? Oh God TK no!
"I haven't seen him but if I get word you'll be the first I call got to go Mum, bye." Hardly waiting for an answer he hung up and grabbed his coat. Sora came in, a confused and worried expression written across her flawless features; her auburn hair glowed in the lamplight, her eyes dull with worry. "TK's missing."
No more words were needed; crossing the space between them Sora embraced Matt encouragingly. "He isn't that stupid. Don't worry we'll find him."
Crearulian Angel: Well that's chapter three. There will be sorato in this :) So TK's missing and his big brother thinks he's gone after the Kaiser. Where exactly did he go? And how is Kari surviving? Find out next time! This was rather short but I didn't want to start anything else.
Trapped. Suffocating. Awake but not there. Alone. So very alone. Without her he was always alone. Without her he meant nothing, he couldn't feel anything but emptiness. It was like someone had clamped a steel vice around his heart and was squeezing tighter with precise steady care to prolong the pain as long as possible. Over and over he saw the flash of anger in her compassionate eyes and then he saw her fall.
TK hugged his knees closer to him rocking himself back and forth, the rocking sensation seemed calming but the rhythmic movement caused the trance to deepen. He didn't even notice his eyelids slip shut even as the images intensified.
He failed. He failed Kari especially and that's what hurt most. He lost himself in the flurry of colours and shapes until he saw a man. No it wasn't a man, it was a boy. He had tears in his indigo eyes. TK's heart wrenched at the anguish visibly tearing the boy apart as he kneeled in front of a headstone. The boy suddenly went rigid and flicked his eyes up as if he was staring at TK, into his very soul. TK involuntarily shuddered at the icy penetrating glare the boy had given him. A glare that seemed so familiar.
The picture faded steadily and became a river of colours and shapes once again. Interested and slightly afraid TK delved deeper into the swirl of images, swimming through the tumult of colour until there was sand before him. A vast desert that instantly dried his throat, the hot wind stinging his cheeks and carrying the sound of voices.
Suddenly two figures, one taller than the other were before him grinning as if they had just won a hard battle. Without warning the celebrations were cut short as black darts shot straight for the taller boy with astonishing speed. TK didn't know what they were but he knew it was bad and tried to scream out finding his voice was caught in his throat, and nothing came out no matter how hard he tried. Panic stricken he began to run, knowing he'd never get there in time when the younger boy leapt to knock the taller one down. Relief flooded through TK even as the young boy grimaced in pain and screamed. Must have been from the dive TK reasoned.
But he didn't stop screaming. The taller boy, with ash brown hair and deep unforgettable azure eyes scrambled over to his friend accompanied by two digimon. He was calm not displaying any of the panic TK knew was cursing through him at the sight of his struggling friend.
"KEN! Ken! Wormon, help me. I don't know what happened but we have to get him to stop!"
A little green caterpillar wriggled over tears streaming down his puffy insect cheeks.
"Ken. Ken please. We don't know what's wrong. We don't know how to help you. Tell me what's wrong! Ken…?"
"Hurts…" Ken croaked, pain strangling his voice.
Wormon was lost. Not knowing what to do, he wrapped his stubby legs around his partner, holding tight. He felt the dark pain pulsing from Ken and willed it to stop whispering all the while in his partner's ear. The tall boy grabbed his friend's hand doing the same, willing the pain to stop. It worked and the screams ceased until Ken was left coughing hoarsely.
"Wormon…? Thank you. All I could see was a horrible dark ocean. I was drowning… Until you saved me, I heard your voice and clung to the sound. You saved me." He turned to the boy smiling at him. "Thanks Ryo, I know I can always count on you to save me."
Without knowing why TK locked the memory of that last sentence deep into the conscious part of his mind, deep down believing he will need to recall it. A violent jolt shattered the picture before TK and he was ripped back to reality.
Patamon was shaking him roughly, throwing in a slap here or there to get him awake. "Ouch! Patamon I'm ok!" He gasped trying to let all of what he saw just sink in. Where the hell did all that come from?
"Thanks Ryo, I know I can always count on you to save me."
Ken. Indigo eyes. Icy penetrating glare. Wormon. KAISER! The connections fell neatly into place. The boy was the Kaiser, and the Kaiser had Kari. Ryo… Ryo was the only one that could save Ken. With a beautiful dawning sensation TK knew how to save Kari. Ignoring the terribly bemused Patamon TK grabbed a jacket and flew out the door down the dark street, a flustered Patamon in tow.
A soft rapping on his door brought him awake. Quite surprised the gentle noise had woken him Matt strode to the door not caring he was clad only in boxers. Drowsily he opened the door a fraction, the gold chain of his lock went taught. Light chestnut eyes stared back at him through the slit. Without another word he closed the door in her face only to unlock it properly and admit his friend into his apartment. Leading her through the short hallway of about four feet Matt flopped onto the couch waiting for her to follow. An awkward silence passed between them.
"So… How is he?" Sora asked shyly. Their relationship had never quite been the same since they broke up. Even though both had agreed it was best just to stay friends after what happened, a rift had formed because of what they had shared. What they had before he had to screw it up. Matt thought bitterly. He had been pleasantly surprised when she had forgiven him.
"We've been through so much Yamato, there's no way I can't forgive you. But what you've done I can never forget."
He hadn't deserved such kindness that day and knew it. Shaking off memories of the past Matt turned to look at her angelic face.
"Not great. He hasn't talked to anyone even Patamon."
"He was pretty shaken up wasn't he?" Sora asked not expecting an answer. Matt nodded solemnly, and then smiled ruefully.
"He'll get over it. Especially when we have the Kaiser by the balls and Kari is back in his arms." Sora couldn't help but smile.
"They really do belong together. You could truly say a match made in heaven!" laughter rang through the apartment, not forced polite laughter but a genuine comfortable laughter that only two good friends could share.
A shrill ringing cut through their burst of mirth and Matt excused himself to answer the phone.
"Matt? Matt, is TK there with you?"
"Mum? Um no he's not why?"
"He hasn't come home." The words echoed in his head and a sudden chill swept over him. Had he gone after the Kaiser by himself? Oh God TK no!
"I haven't seen him but if I get word you'll be the first I call got to go Mum, bye." Hardly waiting for an answer he hung up and grabbed his coat. Sora came in, a confused and worried expression written across her flawless features; her auburn hair glowed in the lamplight, her eyes dull with worry. "TK's missing."
No more words were needed; crossing the space between them Sora embraced Matt encouragingly. "He isn't that stupid. Don't worry we'll find him."
Crearulian Angel: Well that's chapter three. There will be sorato in this :) So TK's missing and his big brother thinks he's gone after the Kaiser. Where exactly did he go? And how is Kari surviving? Find out next time! This was rather short but I didn't want to start anything else.