Digimon belongs to Toei! It's not mine!
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Shi-chan: I'm actually getting a reaction on this story, and
I'm glad. I quite like it, and we've barely started!
Duo: Right! I'm not even in it yet!
Seki: You're not *going* to be in it, Maxwell!
Duo: What do you mean!?!? I'm the star of all her fanfics!
Ken: Not anymore....heheheheh...
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Sadness-Colored Sandglass
Part 3
~By Shimegami-chan
Music: "Team," (Tai and Agumon) from Digimon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is only my second Digimon fic, but I
think I've got the hang of things now. Enjoy! The title is 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's eyes widened. "Who...who are you!?"
No answer came: the screen simply went black and resumed its
normal running. Wormmon made a whimpering sound. "Ken-chan..."
Ken scooped up the insect Digimon and backed away from the
computer, holding his D-3 tightly in his other hand. "I don't like this. I
don't like this at all."
Wormmon shook his head in resolution, his picers digging
into Ken's bare arms. "What should we do?"
Ken bit his lip. "I don't know." His head was
spinning and the room seemed to be shifting around unnaturally, something that
worried the amethyst-eyed boy quite a bit. He put his hand on the desk to
steady himself, encountering something that shouldn't have been there.
He lifted the object into the light of the open window to
get a closer look. Glasses. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses that he knew from
somewhere...someone...
Ken heard Wormmon's voice calling him from somewhere far
away--when had the Digimon left the safety of his arms? The room was getting
darker by the second. Ken put all his weight on the steady chair, hoping against
hope that he could get off this roller-coaster ride before he got sick.
"Ken-chan! Ken-chan!" Wormmon's voice. Or was it?
There was a tinge of panic in the soft alto. The voice was so familiar, so very
familiar...
"KEN-CHAN!" Osamu?
Ken couldn't tell.
"Daisuke..."
Then the world went black.
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"Ken! Ken! Wake up!"
"Osamu?" Ken's eyes fluttered open.
Daisuke's worried face came into view. "Ken, it's me.
Dai."
"Daisuke!" Ken sat up so suddenly that Wormmon
skittered off his lap and onto the floor. "How did you get here?"
"Wormmon called me on my D-Terminal. You passed out.
Are you okay?"
"No..." Ken
clenched his hand into a fist and stared at the floor rather than look
into his friend's brown eyes. "I saw...I don't know..."
"Ken!?" Mrs. Ichijouji stood in the doorway,
taking in the scene: Daisuke kneeling on the floor with Ken half in his lap,
the former looking slightly panicked, the latter shivering violently. Chibimon
and Wormmon stood stock-still a few feet away.
"Ichijouji-san!" Daisuke cried. "Good thing
you came. Ken had...some sort of attack..."
Ken's mother's eyes widened and she ran to her son's side.
"Ken? Are you okay, honey? What happened?"
"I--I'm fine, Mama...just a spell..."
The woman gathered Ken into her arms and cradled him as well
as she could. "Should we go to the hospital? Tell me what happened!"
"Dai...Daisuke and I were...talking..." Ken
managed, "...and...I touched the plug there..." he waved a hand in
the general direction of the computer, "...got a shock. I'll be fine,
Mama."
Unfortunately this explanaition didn't seem to resassure
Daisuke or his mother, who had just discovered the burnt spot on the floor.
"Ken! What happened to the carpet?"
"Sparks...blanket...it's *fine,* Mama, I'm sure!"
Neither of them seemed to beleive him, and Daisuke shot
Wormmon a curious look before gathering Ken up into his arms. "You'd
better lie down someplace better than the floor, Ichijouji." With some
effort he managed to drag the smaller boy up the ladder and onto the bed,
pulling the covers tight around him. Chibimon let out a bit of a whimper;
Daisuke lifted the two Digimon up and placed them beside Ken's pillow.
"I've gotta get home, and you should rest." No point in tipping the
Ichijoujis off about their son's relationship with Daisuke. "If you wake
up and want to talk, e-mail me, okay?"
"Okay," Ken whispered.
Mrs. Ichijouji stayed silent, but there was worry etched on
her face. "Ken, call me if you need anything, all right? I'm not so sure
we shouldn't go to the hospital..."
"I'm okay, Mama." Ken said reassuringly.
Daisuke gave Chibimon a pat on the head. "Watch him,
okay?" The in-training Digimon did not answer, but Daisuke knew he'd be
better off leaving him with Ken. Not to mention that Chibimon would be able to
get what had happened out of Wormmon once Ken was asleep, and Daisuke patted
the pocket with his D-Terminal inside for good measure. Chibimon moved his head
just slightly enough for Daisuke to take it as an affirmative before Ms.
Ichijouji ushered him out the door.
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"Oh my, *that* was enough to scare you off, Little One?
I'm afraid you may have some trouble in the future...after all, you and I are
going to be spending a *lot* of time together...aw, poor Ken-chan! So confused,
so sad...be strong...it's so much more fun when I know you'll put up a
fight..."
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Shi-chan: More soon!