Digimon belongs to Toei! It's not mine!

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Shi-chan: Must...take mind...off...English essay...
Ken: So busy worrying about that, you've forgotten to study for Spanish, haven't you?
Shi-chan: I have not! I'm just doing Biology and writing a little fanfiction first!
Duo: I predict her failing both tests.
Shi-chan: Hey, I write better under pressure. Otherwise I slack off. *grin*
Seki: Yeesh...
Shi-chan: Again, apologies to Jei-san, who doesn't appear to have found this fic yet. I'm sure when he does he'll wanna injure me for even THINKING of writing Kensuke. But is this really Kensuke? Wait and see...
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
Part 2
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Kime Ga Yume Mitai Mirai," from Digimon

^^^(This is the song that I'm listening to at this moment--sometimes it helps people get the feel of the story)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I absolutely REFUSE to give up on this fic, and I will not beg for reviews. All I ask is that if you enjoyed the story in the slightest or would like to tell me where you want it to go next--I take my reviews seriously and am always open to ideas and advice--please leave a comment, flame, or confidence-inspiring message. Thank you very much!

The title of this story comes from an instrumental GW peice. Very pretty, and really works for this story, especially in later chapters. ^_^

Warnings: Shounen-ai: it's Kensuke. At the moment. OOC-ness, and MAJOR weird stuff to come...this is Death Becomes Him-turned-Digimon, for my GW readers. ^_~ Enjoy!





"Ken-chan, I'm so *proud* of you!" Wormmon chirped, nestling himself around Ken's neck. "You told him everything!"

"Yeah." Ken couldn't keep the grin from his face, even though he had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I did, didn't I?" Wormmon's antennae flicked across Ken's cheek, sending a cold shiver throughout the boy's body. The two of them climbed the stairs outside Ken's apartment and the dark-haired Digidestined turned the doorknob.

Ken stepped inside the cold apartment--all the lights were turned off, even though his parents should have been home. "Mama? Papa?"

No answer.

"That's strange." Ken lowered Wormmon to the floor and tossed his backpack down beside the little Digimon. "Mama...? They're not here? The door was unlocked..."

The indigo-eyed boy took a deep breath and jogged from room to room, peering inside each one, expecting to find his parents asleep or absorbed in reading or music. But the entire house was empty and dark, and smelled somewhat musty, and Ken wished he'd left the tunic on over his uniform instead of wearing his short-sleeved dress shirt. The only door left open was his own bedroom. "Mother?"

A tingle shot through him as he neared the open door, bringing Ken's senses to full alert. There was something in there; a rustling sound of some sort, and an ice-cold breeze rose goosebumps on his bare arms. Ken gathered his wits and stepped into the room.

Empty, just like the others, but in here something was wrong: the window was open and the night air seeped in and blew the curtains askew. //Shimatta. Just the wind.// Ken walked to the window and shut it tightly, shivering when the drapes tickled his arms. Something skittered across the floor as his foot hit it, making a clacking noise on the leg of the desk.

Ken bent and picked the object up, recognizing it instantly. "My Digivice? How did *this* get here?" He inspected the Dark D-3 carefully, hoping he hadn't damaged it. "It's a good thing I didn't need Stingmon around today...how on Earth did I lose it?" The young man touched the spot on his waistband where he usually kept the D-3, his fingers encountering something equally curious.

Bringing his right hand back into view, Ken stared in disbelief at what he'd found: *another* Digivice! It was identical to the one he held in his left, black and grey. It didn't make sense to Ken at all; wasn't each Device supposed to be unique? His was different than the other Digidestined, he knew, but that was because of the darkness it had been consumed by. There shouldn't have been another Dark D-3 in existance.

Ken's lips hardened into a thin line. What was going on? Was there another Digidestined that owned this D-3? How had it gotten into Ken's room? None of the questions had any obvious answers. Ken gave a sigh and looked back and forth from one Device to the other. Come to think of it, which one was *his*?

The dark-haired boy's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice: "Ken-chan? Are you in here?"

"I'm here, Wormmon," Ken finally managed to say. "Come in and look at this, will you?"

"Okay..." Ken heard the skittering of Wormmon's pincers on the hardwood floor long before the little insect appeared in the doorway. "What is it?"

Ken extended the two D-3s out to show his partner, but the one in his left hand erupted in a flash of light and exploded. Ken shielded his face and dropped both items.

"Ken-chan!" Wormmon ran to his side. "What happened!?"

"Not sure," Ken coughed. He took a step back from the circle of light burning on the carpet.

As the shocked friends watched, the burning D-3's flame turned an odd shade of blue and then deep purple, something Ken had only seen in chemistry experiments. The other D-3 was a few inches away, where Ken had dropped it. Wormmon tentatively reached out and snatched the more harmless-looking Digivice away from the growing fire.

The purple flames were now spewing thick black smoke--Ken belatedly realized that he should put the fire out before the entire apartment went up. Hurriedly he threw a blanket over the firey D-3, hoping that would do the trick.

When the blanket didn't burst into flame, Ken meekly lifted it up to inspect the destroyed Digivice. But the D-3 was gone--all that remained to indicate that something had happened was the burned circle on the carpet and a puff or purple smoke that rose with the blanket. Ken stared. "What the..."

Wormmon clicked his pincers together with worry. "Where did it go?"

"I don't know." Ken picked up the remaining Digivice and held it carefully in one hand, expecting the worst. "Could we have imagined that?"

"I don't think so..." Wormmon nervously backed away from the charred carpet and closer to Ken. "Where did that other D-3 come from? And where are your parents?"

Suddenly the computer on the desk flickered to life. Ken gathered Wormmon into his arms and ran to it, reaching for the mouse just as a plain word file appeared on the screen. A single line of text in bold font displayed itself in the upper right-hand corner.


----This is only the beginning, Ichijoujji.----








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Shi-chan: Enough suspense for ya? More soon!