Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Blood ❯ Tell Me It's Not True ( Prologue )

Blood

Tell Me It's Not True.

By the Empress of the Eclipse

Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon.

KAISUKE! And some vague (gak, yuck, horror, ugh!) Kaiyako!

Er....the Kaiser doesn't (or rather won't) fare very well in this. This is because I planned it when I was feeling very annoyed at him as I took in a little picture of him to bring me good luck in my mock exams and it doesn't seem to have worked very well (effing bloody exam board, who's going to need any of this stuff in real life anyway, analysing language is NOT real English, moan, whinge, growl...) So I got mad and this fic developed. Meaning that it isn't one of my better works as it was written primarily for revenge.

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"How did your soccer match go Ken?"

Ken ignored his mother completely. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself an orange juice.

"Ken honey? Did you lose?"

"I never lose," Ken said coldly, walking into his bedroom and closing with a sharp click. Then he locked it. Walking over to his cupboard, he poured a splash of vodka into his orange juice, then downed the glass easily.

How dare he knock me over? How dare he make me look a fool? How dare he? The little bastard, how DARE he?

Ken slammed the glass onto his computer table and scrambled up onto his bed, lying back on the soft pillows, face twisted into a furious scowl.

He'd get revenge for this. He'd get that stuck-up, stupid Digidestined child. No one made him look a fool. No one!

Ken clenched his fists, then took a deep breath to calm himself down. No point getting angry over it. He'd be revenged on that Davis so there was no point being angry because that boy was going to suffer...

He leaned down and touched his leg gently. It was aching when Davis's shoe had connected with it.

I'll prove to him he's nothing! I'll prove it! I'll prove it!

Ken closed his eyes, trying to think of a good plan. What he actually did was get distracted. His memories of the football match kept churning in his mind.

He'd shown up late, partly as he'd put up a Control Spire in the Digital World but partly because he could. The fact that he could was a reason to do everything as far as Ken was concerned. If he could do it, he might as well. That way, no one around him would forget that he was better than them, that he could do more things than them, that he was superior.

He hadn't realised that he was playing the Digidestined. He'd only realised that when he'd heard a girl's squeal. Looking down he'd seen them. The Digidestined. Yolei had been staring at him, obviously completely in love. Iori, TK, Kari and Tai obviously had just been surprised to see him. And Davis...their eyes had met. Just fleetingly. Davis was obviously filled with determination to win but also...also...something else. And when Ken had spoken to him later...that had been there again.

Ken shrugged. He wasn't sure what it was and he didn't care anyway. He had more amusing things to consider. Such as Yolei.

He couldn't help smirking, remembering Yolei's squeals that he'd been able to hear from all the way at the top of the steps. What would she think if she knew he was the Digimon Kaiser that she loathed and despised?

I'll grind that in her face too. I'll make her suffer, make her cry...

Ken glanced over at his door to make sure it was properly locked and that his curtains were closed before pushing down his shorts and underwear. He was already getting aroused by the thought of breaking that snivelling little witch. He'd make her beg and scream for mercy and all the while she'd feel a twisted want for him because she already wanted him. He'd fuck her so hard...

Davis.

Why was he thinking of Davis?

Ken tried to twist his brain back to thinking about Yolei but somehow it wouldn't work. His brain was spinning with confusion even as he got more and more aroused.

Yolei! Think about Yolei! Not Davis, not Motomiya! Motomiya, what are you doing in my head? Why am I thinking about your face, your hair, your eyes? Why am I imagining your naked body pressing against mine, you kissing me, you begging me to fuck you into submission? And why do I want to? Why am I thinking about this? Why am I aroused by this? What are you doing in my head Motomiya?

He moaned and arched his back, too aroused to stop. He didn't even try to resist his thoughts, let them take over.

"Davis!"

He came violently then flopped back, trembling onto his bed.

"No. No..."

He couldn't do any more then, just drew himself up into a frightened, shocked ball.

"No..."

He couldn't be like that, he couldn't. That was wrong...

But he always did things that were wrong...

Head swimming, Ken fought sudden tears. Davis Motomiya...

Attraction.

That had been what he'd seen in Davis's eyes. Attraction.

Davis was attracted to him.

Ken swallowed. Davis wanted him...

And he wanted Davis. He wanted Davis to be on his knees and beg him, wanted Davis to plead for his affections. He wanted to hold Davis in his arms, wanted to kiss him, wanted Davis...

"Tell me this isn't true..."

For the first time in years, Ken pressed his face into his pillows and cried.

End of Part 1.

Okay, short. But the next part will be substantially longer. This is just the establishing chapter to begin the plot.