Digimon belongs to Toei! *sob*
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Shi-chan: Insert humorous blurb-thing here
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Christmas In Kaizerland
~By Shimegami and Zippo Summers
Warnings: Um...random couplings? Just read and you'll see. ^^;;
This was rushed, and I'm not going to pretend that it's perfect. Sorry!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Zippo and I co-wrote this on Christmas Eve. The title and a lot of the story is his, and I did the writing. The inset song is 'Christmas Alone,' by Impmon, I think. Arigatou Zippo-kun! Hope I don't get all the credit by posting it in my name, but you can't post hyperlinks in fics anymore, what's up with that...bah. Meri kurismasu minna-san!
'Twas the night before christmas, and all through the base, not a creature was stirring, not even--
"WORMMON!!!"
"Yes, Ken-chan!" Wormmon appeared at his master's side, out of breath from running. "I'm here!"
"Where have you been, stupid worm! I've been calling you for five minutes!"
Wormmon hung his head. "I've been preparing the base, Ken-chan, cleaning it up a little."
"I like my mess," the Kaizer sneered.
"I know, Ken-chan..."
What's up with everyone and all this merry making
Gettin' all dressed up and glittery
That's stupid, I'd never do that
"Anyway, I wanted you to fetch me some Flymon. It's Christmas, you know, and the Chosen Children will all be wanting to be in the Real World. They won't care if I throw together a few more Dark Towers while they're gone!" Ken threw back his head and laughed maniacally.
"Christmas?" Wormmon looked at his partner quizzically.
Parties and dates, the whole town's turned festive
Exchanging presents
It's ridiculous, I'm sick of it
Singin' all happily, they make me sick
The Kaizer sighed. "It's a stupid Real World holiday. Some weird Middle East thing that everybody gets all excited over, having parties and giving each other presents." he sniffed airily. "Damn, and it's a lot of trouble. My parents used to make me do a lot of 'family' stuff, having dinner and presents and all, and decorating. My father put up colored lights all over the damn house."
"It sounds pretty, Ken-chan. Why don't you like it?"
"Eh, I'm colorblind."
Boring, boring, am I all alone again today? Boring, boring, stupid Christmas
There's nothing else to do
As the Kaizer left the room again Wormmon was left alone to think. A Real World holiday, with parties and presents and lights? Why wouldn't Ken like getting presents? It puzzled Wormmon. Maybe his Christmases just hadn't been evil enough. Or maybe they were no fun; since Ken always complained about how much he disliked spending time with his parents.
Ken liked to spend time with the Chosen Children; Wormmon reasoned, after all he was constantly trying to kill them. And he did always look like he enjoyed himself when he wrestled with the Chosen of Courage or Hope. Maybe they knew how to have a good Christmas.
'With lights,' Wormmon thought with a smile.'Lots of pretty colored lights.'
It's started snowing on and off
It's freezing, I'd never do that
Ken sighed and meandered through the darkened halls of his base, his thick boots thumping on the stone floor.
Christmas. An entirely stupid holiday, it was; with all the hype and the family stuff. He certainly didn't need Christmas for a good time, no sir.
The Kaizer kicked at a stray peice of tinsel on the floor and continued on his way.
Wait...tinsel?
He turned and inspected the silver thread, turning it over in his gloved hands. Where did this come from? "Wormmon?"
No answer. The Kaizer strode to the Control Room, where he was greeted by festive lights, music, and sparkling tinsel. The five Chosen Children stood warily in the middle of the room where Wormmon excitedly explained the source of the decoartion. "--and I found this great website all about it! So I decorated all over and invited you, because Ken-chan always spends his time with you, even though most of the time he's being mean. But he still likes you more than the rest of the Real World. Really, he just wants to--"
"Wormmon!"
"Ken-chan!"
The kids are laughing and making a snowman
Eatin' a delicious looking meal
"Wormmon, all these lights--"
"Aren't they pretty?"
"The light bill, dammit!"
"Well, we do have that nuclear reactor in the middle of the base--"
"Golden digimentals don't just grow on trees, Wormmon!"
"Oops."
I'm not jealous at all
Why doesn't anyone invite me? Stupid brats
"Here, Ken, have some eggnog."
"What's that?"
"It's yummy! I got a recipe on the Internet." Wormmon looked pleased.
One of the Chosen--Friendship and Courage, wasn't it?--sipped from a glass. "It's good!"
"It'll make you feel nice," said the Chosen of Love and Purity.
"Will it make you go away?" the Kaizer mumbled, taking a swig.
"Is there alcohol in this?" the Chosen of Knowledge and Faith asked. Hope elbowed him pointedly.
The Kaizer set the glass down. "All right worm, I've indulged you, now tell me--what the hell are these kids doing in my base!?"
Shut up, shut up, quit frolicking around, shut up, shut up, stupid Christmas
I'm not lonely
"Well, I thought that we could have a party, since you might be lonely on Christmas."
The Chosen stared at the green digimon incredoulously.
"Him? Lonely?" Courage--his name was Daisuke, wasn't it?--laughed. The Kaizer glared.
"Well, on Christmas, there shouldn't be fighting," Miyako, the Chosen of Love and Purity, stated.
Wormmon looked happy.
"It's a modern-day 'Snoopy's Christmas'," said Hope, Takaishi Takeru.
"Whatever. Get out of my base." Ken's head was starting to swim. The colored lights were running together, creating an interesting phi effect, and he wondered idly how the worm had gotten them up there--
"Would you like some wine?" Hikari, Light, offered him a glass.
"Sure."
"Strange, I thought you were twelve, and not allowed to drink," pointed out the brown-haired Knowledge and Faith. Iori, Ken remembered his name, and a real little brat. Oh well.
"What was in that eggnog?" Daisuke looked at Wormmon.
"Um...here's the recipe, I'm not sure what all the stuff is--"
Ah man, this is boring, what's up with them?
Acting like they're all havin' fun, darn it, man it's cold
The lights twinkled! A pleasant feeling arose in Ken and he smiled, nodding his head to the beat of the music. (Which, incidentally, was Daisuke singing Jingle Bells on a jury-rigged karaoke machine.) Gradually losing his inhibitions, the Kaizer took off his cloak and gloves, and grabbed Hikari's hands. "Let's dance."
Takeru looked worried and Daisuke looked a little miffed, but Hikari smiled gently and took the invitation. "Sure. After all, it's Christmas."
Motomiya's reedy voice grew in volume, and Ken's addled brain blocked out the other sounds in the room, until Hikari spoke in his ear. "Ken--"
"Hm?" the Kaizer blinked his indigo eyes at the Chosen girl.
"Why did you leave home?" she asked quietly, causing Ken to stop for a moment and think.
"Because I like it here, because I make the rules. It's challenging."
"You're not even going home for Christmas?"
"Christmas...no, this is my home now. I'm not going back to the Real World."
Hikari sighed. "So you're going to stay, and keep harassing the Digimon? You were good once upon a time, Ken, what happened?"
The Kaizer didn't even correct her on the use of his real name. "Well, yeah. But I'll wait awhile for you guys to come back and give me a good fight. You're my only real challenge here right now."
That looks good, wish I could have some, what's up with that? It's lonely here
An hour later he was dancing with Daisuke while Miyako sang, followed up by a tabletop tap-dance performed by a drunken Kaizer and his Digimon. Ken was wearing a lampshade and Wormmon had a Kaizer-esque silk cloak that Takeru had fashioned out of a stray peice of cloth. Both were covered in tinsel; and all the partygoers save Iori had had a fair amount to drink. The littlest Chosen affirmed that someone should keep on guard if they were going to be smack in the middle of the Kaizer's base.
The littlest Chosen had been against the idea since Wormmon had appeared and implored them to come to a Christmas party. They had entered the base to speak with Ken himself--a little research by Koushirou had revealed that Ken had not always been like this, and perhaps was being controlled by some darker force or psychological disorder that could be treated. They had come in a last-ditch effort to turn Ken from his ways--and somehow ended up having a party in the middle of enemy territory. Hikari had been swayed quickly by Wormmon's pleas to help 'fix' Ken by making him happy, and Miyako by her lingering crush on the soccer-playing genius. The word 'party' was enough for Daisuke, and Takeru was forever Hope. Only Iori was still being cautious.
Maybe he really was overdoing it, the child reflected, as he watched Ken and Daisuke making out in the corner with Hikari and Miyako (closet yaoi fangirls?) looking on in fascination.
Iori sighed and went to see if there was anything left to drink.
Darn it, Christmas is dumb anyway, I'm fine on my own
Ken woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, lying in his black satin-sheeted four-poster bed. Miyako lay cuddled against his chest on his left side, and a softly-snoring Daisuke was latched onto his right arm. Hikari and Takeru were nowhere to be seen, and Iori was in the corner asleep, clutching a bottle of strawberry wine. "What the hell...?"
Wormmon was nestled in a pile of tinsel by the door and raised his head at Ken's movement. "Good morning, Ken-chan! Merry Christmas!"
man it's cold...ah, screw it
There's nothing else to do
It's Christmas, might as well enjoy myself...
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Shi-chan: ^^;; How....special.
Zippo: ....
Shi-chan: I got my Kensuke, and you got your Kenyako. No problem!
Zippo: *sighs* Shouldn't have let you finish it on your own!
Shi-chan: Too late! Merry christmas everyone!