Disclaimer:I am NOT character bashing anyone in here. I use surveillance room and control room interchangeably because one is correct and I can type the other correctly. Digimon isn't mine, I know, it's terrible. It belongs to Bandai I'm afraid, and a bunch of other people. My email changed to [email protected]. Gak.
But Ken's whip is mine. So there, Bandai.
Warning: Epic style, yaoi, Kensuke, limey-scenes in the making.
Character thoughts in italics, which don't always come outLove is the only fire hot enough to melt the iron obstinacy of a creature's will.
-Anon.
The Digimon Kaiser went his room with his feet dragging; he rarely slept at regular intervals anymore. It wasn't uncommon; he had an entire empire to run, and when one's empire was a collection of metaphysical data and human dreams and desires…well, unexpected quirks were bound to happen.
Lately it had been rifts in the Digital World's boundaries, whole pieces of land missing from existence, control spires popping in and out of existence. It was enough to tire any 17 year old boy out.
Seventeen years of age, with sallow skin coloring and a lanky, more often bony, frame. Shoulder length black sapphire hair when it was wet and straight, spiky and electric when it was dry and 'fixed'. Twilight eyes, last but not least, wide and completely linked to his soul, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
He had long since put a choke hold on his eyes and their expressiveness, crushing them with the same ruthlessness and efficiency that he used on everything he wanted to control.
Now his eyes were the color of river stones; tired, dull, and old.
The Digital Kaiser had ruled over the Digital world for as long as memory and archive served; which is to say, always. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't plotting the best way to advance on and conquer an area; he couldn't remember any other sky but the Digital World's.
Why, one might ask?
Because there wasn't any others. The Digital World had the only sky in existence.
How had he gotten here?
Simple.
The same way everything else did; what other way was there?
Ken typed in a code to let him into open the door on the sidewall panel to his bedroom; standard security measures. He only slept as much as his body absolutely demanded, and now was one of those times. He walked in.
"Hi there gorgeous; you got a beautiful view here."
The Kaiser jumped three meters, or, would have, if he hadn't been so dead on his feet. As it was, his back did arch and crack painfully.
Leaning by the window and facing the sunset was a…boy? A human boy? How the heck…he was the first and only human existing in the Digital World…how was this possible? The Kaiser's mind boggled at the new data. Could he be hallucinating?
"What the heck?" His voice sounded hoarse and the words fell out clumsily. Even the devastating curse came out as a pitiful 'heck'. When was the last time since he had last spoken to something? Since before he had had the Kimeiramon program terminated, and that was months ago.
"I bet you can see the for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles-"
"Silence. Do you-"
"Sheesh, no reason to get all huffy about it Ken, I was just saying thatcha gotta nice view up that wassal."
The boy finally turned around, and the Kaiser was a last able to inspect the intruder. He wore some of the ugliest, grungiest brown shorts Ken had ever seen, a juvenile blue shirt with yellow stars on the sleeves, and his hair…oh wow, what hair!
A huge mass of tangled brown bushiness represented the boy's hair, held in place only by weathered blue-banded goggles that covered his eyes. To top it off the boy wore one of the widest and stupidest grins the Kaiser had ever seen.
"How did you get in here? What are you? Do not make me ask you again."
"Ummm, I dunno, the same way you did 'cause if there was another way to get in then I woulda taken that one 'cept how would I've known about it since it wasn't the one ya took. And jeez, what do I look like? A house plant? Genius, sheesh. I'm the most gorgeous-iest person on the damn planet, damn it."
He glanced around the bare room idly. "Ya know, for a genius you sure don't have much of décor sense, though the black silk is a nice touch." He was referring to the bed sheets. Speculating the sheets appreciatively, he flopped on them, legs crossed and arms crossed behind his head and still grinning crazily at the Kaiser.
"What is your name?" That really wasn't the most important question on the Kaiser's mind, but it was the first thing to pop out of his mouth.
"What?" The thing all but shrieked.
The…something…boy it looked like, or giant badger, looked offended and shocked.
"Ya can't really expect me ta tell ya my name and all, that's a very personal thing right there bubbo, and we've only just met and all, and, and," The creature seemed to fumbling around for a suitable reason. "And I don't think that I'm just ready for that type of commitment yet. I mean, in order for me ta give ya my name, you woulda hafta give me somethin' just as special and personal too, like, I dunno, like ta cut off your uh, ya know, clicker in exchange for my name."
The Kaiser gaped, outraged, too accustomed to being revered and feared to remember how to convey the emotion properly. The boy on his bed tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Yeah, that sounds like fair deal, but I don't think you really wanna know that bad. I mean, I know I wouldn't want it that bad. How would I go to the bathroom?" He looked at the Kaiser's face, which was an interesting color just then. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I wouldn't wantcha to either….So…now that that's over…"
"Unless you apologize this instant and start begging on your knees for my forgiveness your going to get a little impromptu tour of the dungeons and torture chambers and all their delightful inhabitants that live there." It was a rather fast speech on the Kaiser's part, after a very long mute-ness. He was out of breath at the end.
"Dungeons? Really? Ya mean it? Jeez, ya really aren't so bad at all, I just love tours. How didja know that anyway.", the Boy Creature bubbled over, looking unduly excited, and waved one of his hands around dramatically. "Wowzie, a real dungeon, with ropes and chains and spikes and whips-"
The Kaiser's own whip lashed out, aiming at the strange boys face. And then It disappeared. The Kaiser blinked, and took off his glasses to squint better at the empty space on his bed.
No smoke, no burst of digital data, no…nothing. There was a tear in the sheet from his whip. He placed his hand on the spot that the body had occupied, and found it…warm. That was good, in a way. It meant that his isolation was not driving him insane.
It was bad, because…there was an odd Something wandering around his fortress. And he didn't know what it was or how to stop it.
Instead of getting to sleep that night, he had headed back to the surveillance room, monitoring all the weak boundary levels for activity, and finding none. But perhaps it was possible for there to be other worlds that that Boy could have come from, though the archives had nothing to support the claim. Ken had built the Archives up himself, and had downloaded much of the digital data wealth into them with his own hands. He trusted them completely.
But that still didn't explain how he had disappeared, or how he had entered the flying fortress in the first place. He didn't look like a Digimon…
Ken should have been afraid of not knowing anything, but he wasn't. He had forgotten what it was to be afraid, as he had nothing here to challenge him or a potential threat. He researched as thoroughly and as deeply as he did because…well…he was bored. And interested…slightly. Few things interested him.
Hi there gorgeous********
Author's Rant: I started working on this piece…oh…3 years ago? Hereabouts. Anyway…this, Ladies and Gentlemen, is my baby. This is my darling. This is my smoochy-shmoo that I have been working on since forever and that I have put a lot of thought into. This fic is, in fact, not finished. But after 3 years I still thought I should post it so…I am. This is the first chapter, but then this is a fairly long ficcy, a couple of 5-6 (I might be lying) chapters worth, and so no worries about this being it. There's more. No worries, except until the end where writer's block put a temporary stop on it, and Fox just fucked everything up…
Anyway…This is my baby. I really like it. I've been working on it for a long time. Normally, I don't care if people flame me based on yaoi-haters but I will not tolerate it on this one. I'm very protective of my baby. This is yaoi. I love it all the moreso.
Incidentally, I am stuck, so any constructive criticisms you can give, (ex. learn how to spell, Ken doesn't act like that, where's the plot, I'm completely lost) is absolutely adored. Expect shifts in writing style.
Inspired by a very depressing fic by Athena.