Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Desperations ❯ [Chapter #001] ( Chapter 1 )

Okay. Firstly, this is another one of those: "If your brain isn't mature enough to handle VERY adult themes - leave, immediately." It contains - not only heterosexual relationships, but yaoi, yuri and even incest. If you don't like boys in drag leave. If you don't like the digidestined having extremely fucked up lives ... leave! It's rated for a reason.
The one thing I've learnt from this story is a) I really can't write good smut b) My head is really fucked up AND c) Sometimes I should learn when to quit.
The major problem I see with this fic is that the digidestined don't seem to be acting their ages. Well, they do - only in parts, they seem - juvenile. I'm sure you'll understand.
My only thought now is: AH NO! Not a multichapter fic!! I promised I'd never do such a thing again.
This was originally written as a birthday fic, for - and I hope her penname is still the same "Belladonna Fait", if it's not, that's too bad for her. Somehow though, the story morphed and became a massive, scary thing and, up until, 2am this morning, I still didn't know where exactly it was going to end. But, alas, now I have direction and know almost exactly where it's going. Now I just have to find time around uni to continue this.
Enough from me, READ!
All praise and criticism will be valued greatly.


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Daisuke turned down the side street quickly, moving so that not a single human eye would be able to detect him. His hands were hidden inside his jacket and his face was masked by shadow. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but there was no other choice.
"My noodle cart business will flop unless I keep doing this," He reminded himself, trying once again to make his actions logical, "And at least this way my products get sold and I still get money, not to mention the fact that I get to live."

Though all of this reasoning still didn't convince him that he was doing the right thing.

Two figures at the end of the dirty alley shoved him up against the wall and felt his body for weapons. It happened like this every time. Daisuke clamped his mouth shut and raised his arms above his head. He knew they could just as easily find someone else to do the job if they killed him.
"Where is it?" The taller one asked, his gun pointed straight at Daisuke's chest.
Daisuke pulled two large bags of white powder from inside his jacket and threw it on the cement in front of him.
The two moved closer to inspect the packages and then turned back to him, smiling.
"There was supposed to be another two bags. Where are they?" One of them growled.
"That's all they gave me," Daisuke muttered.
The shorter one came closer to look at him. His nostrils were flaring as he brought his hand back and slapped Daisuke across the face.
"Get back!" The taller said suddenly.
The shorter one obeyed and the other held his gun straight at Daisuke's head. Daisuke held his breath and the taller man squeezed the trigger.
The bullet flew straight past his ear and hit the brick wall behind him.
"Next time it'll be straight between those pretty eyes of yours," He said mockingly, the other picking up the bags. Daisuke felt a roll of cash hit him where he was told the next bullet would hit. He nodded hurriedly in reply and watched as they ran back onto the street, his body trembling from the experience.

**

It was late in the afternoon when Ken Ichijouji opened the door to his apartment. His tie already loosened, he took the weapons hiding on his body and placed them on top of the rubbish on the table. The place was a mess. Ken groaned as he looked around and saw the amount of stuff that had managed to pile around his kitchen and living area. His temples ached with the thought of having to do more work, only just having got out of a meeting with his Chief about his lack of productivity recently. He watched as insects crawled in and out of the overflowing bin and turned away only to see the dirty clothes hanging over the furnishing like some sort of decoration. Eventually getting rid of the thought to clean up Ken collapsed in a chair and took out the pile of papers his boss had given him. He knew that if he didn't solve a case soon he'd be fired. The boss had made this even clearer when he'd pointed out that it'd been a good four months since his last successful case.

He riffled through the papers for something that looked remotely interesting. Robbery after robbery met his eyes. It was just the same old junk he'd been doing ever since he'd got the job. Sighing, he picked up a mug and drank from it, not bothering to see what was in it. He spat the cold coffee out as soon as he registered the disgusting taste and rushed to the sink to get water.
Annoyed, he opened the fridge and looked at the few things in there. He picked up one jar and looked at the use by date,
"Six months ago? God, why are you still in here?"
He threw the glass container at the bin, swearing as it missed and hit the wall behind it, shattering instantly. Ignoring what had just happened he returned to the open fridge and pulled out a reheat able dinner pack to put it in the microwave. Shutting the fridge door he returned to his pile of papers and pulled out a cigarette. Inhaling deeply he slid further down in his chair and allowed the papers to fall from his lap and scatter themselves on the floor.

He slid down to pick them up several minutes later and came face to face with a familiar figure. He jumped up in alarm and hit his head on the bottom of the table. Rubbing the back of his head as his eyes watered he picked up the sheet of paper, stumbling to find his way back to the chair.
"D.. Daisuke?" He muttered under his breath to the case file, almost expecting it to reply back.

It was him alright, there was no mistaking the tanned skin and deep brown eyes, even if the face was looking slightly older than the last time Ken had seen it. Allowing this shock to wash over him, Ken read on to see what it was about.
"Motomiya Daisuke. Thirty-six. Male. Wanted for illegal drug smuggling into the country on five different accounts. Hardened criminal. Will shoot if provoked."
Ken couldn't believe what he was reading. Sure he thought Daisuke was a dodgy guy, but not this bad. No. He wondered if Miyako knew about it.

A loud bang cut through his thoughts and Ken turned to the source. The microwave. It seemed that his dinner had just exploded. The smell of burnt food seeped out from the appliance and Ken hurried to open one of the only windows in his tiny apartment.
He hung his head out of the window and breathed the fresh air in deeply, supporting himself by holding onto the window frame with both hands. He forgot about the top of the window when the sound of the phone ringing startled him, causing him to hit his head, once again. His eyes prickled with the pain as he stumbled around and started to search for the phone. Finding it under a pair of dirty underwear he put the receiver to his ear,
"Hello?"
Cursing, he pressed the on button and repeated himself.
Ken immediately recognised the female voice on the other end and felt his stomach turn.
"Hi Ken," It said, her voice slightly slurred, "I was just wondering if you knew that your check bounced?"
Ken composed himself and smiled, "Oh, did it?" He replied back to Miyako, anger surging through his body like it usually did when he spoke to his ex wife.
"Yes. It did," Ken could just picture her now, hand on hip with her skimpy outfit and over the top makeup, "We need that money Ken."
"Yeah and so do I," Ken muttered, covering his comment up by raising his voice, "Maybe if you got a decent job you'd be able to support yourself and the kids better."
"Well," Miyako paused for a moment, "Maybe if you got off your ass and did something you wouldn't be in this situation."
Ken sighed and pulled out the same remark he always used in times like this, "Well maybe if you hadn't been sleeping with my best friend behind my back we'd still be together." He allowed his words to wash over her before continuing, "How is Daisuke anyway, dear Miyako?"
He heard Miyako yelling at someone to get out of the room, he supposed it was one of their kids, "Actually, I wouldn't know. We broke up a month ago."
Ken dropped the book he'd been picking up from the floor in surprise, "Oh .. really?"
Miyako ignored his comment and opted for a quick change of subject, "Are you going to this engagement party tonight?"
Wondering what the hell she was on about, Ken thought back to any invitations he had gotten. Unable to think of anything he questioned her, "What engagement party?"
Miyako sighed irritably, "Takeru and Hikari's, dumbass. Maybe if you checked your mail once in a while you'd know these things."
Ken got up and sorted through the pile of bills sitting on one end of his bench, finally pulling out an envelope with a hand written address.

Takeru and Hikari? Ken thought back to what he could remember of the pair the last time he'd seen them together. All he could see was two people constantly touching each other. Ken shuddered at the memory and tuned back in to what the grating voice on the other end of the phone line was saying.
"... I was hoping that you weren't going because I really don't think anyone wants to see you. They only gave you an invite out of courtesy, you know. It's not like we like you. You never talk to us anyway."
Ken held his spare hand over his face, "I know Miyako," He made his sigh audible to her, "Look have you had enough of fucking me off for one day?"
Miyako laughed dryly, "Yeah, I suppose I have," Her laugh was replaced by a hacking cough, "If I don't have my money by the end of the week you know I'll ..."
Ken hung up the phone, staring at it for a moment before throwing it across the room.
"Stupid bitch," He said to himself.
The phone started to ring again, but Ken let it go. He really didn't have anything more to say to the woman.

Six months ago Ken had come home to his wife to find her fucking his best friend in his own bed. Their three kids had been in the next room watching cartoons and could hear everything that was going on. Despite this, Ken had launched himself onto his naked wife and started to beat her. Her screams of pain had echoed off the walls, but it hadn't stopped Ken. He could still see the exact scene in his head now.
By the time Daisuke had managed to dress himself and pull Ken off Miyako several minutes had passed. Ken had crumbled into a sobbing heap and shoved Daisuke off him so hard that he'd fallen straight through the fly wire door and hit the balcony railing. Miyako, despite her heavy bruising, had rushed straight to Daisuke's limp body. Ken would learn a couple of weeks later that the pair had been seeing each other for almost a year behind his back. It was worse to find out that their youngest child wasn't even Ken's. He didn't know what hurt him more, the fact that his wife was a slut, or that his best friend had betrayed him. Since then he'd shoved all of the digidestined out of his life and left everything that had ever mattered to him to Miyako, only taking with him the bare necessities he needed to start his life a fresh.

Turning back to the envelope in his hands Ken hurried to open it and quickly unfolded the fancy looking paper. It appeared that Miyako had been correct.
"Takeru Takeshi and Hikari Yagami cordially invite you to their engagement party to be held on the 10th of July at ..."
Ken only half read the rest, noticing only that it was to be held in their house on the other side of Odaiba. Ken had only been there once, but he remembered it being a massive house with far too many rooms.
"Fancy dress?" Ken exclaimed, almost disgusted at the note he'd missed the first time he'd read the invitation.
He wondered what had made the two want to do such a thing at their engagement party.

Ken didn't know why Takeru and Hikari had bothered to invite him. They never had been very close friends. Sighing, he tried to decide if he really did want to see any of them again. On the one hand he'd be able to confront Daisuke about his recent criminal dealings, but on the other he'd have to hear about all of the digidestined wonderful lives. Ken ran his fingers through his hair. He had to go when it came down to it. Throwing the paper aside he made his way to his wardrobe and looked inside.
Nothing he had could really quantify as fancy dress, he found as he shuffled through the clothes he owned. He pulled the last suit aside and exposed a pale pink dress.

Something he had forgotten he'd ever owned.

Carefully, he took the article off its hanging and laid it on his bed, staring at it. He was forced to wear it back in the last year of high school when they had put on a production of Cinderella. Unfortunately for Ken everybody had made him the female star, Daisuke playing the Prince. Secretly though, Ken couldn't help but admit it had been one of the best moments in his life. He smiled, remembering how Daisuke's eyes had lit up when Ken had walked out of the dressing room, his outfit perfect, right down to the last painted nail.

Yes, he'd wear this. If he was going to look like a failure compared to everyone else he may as well do it in style. He walked into the bathroom and turned the taps on. They shuddered noisily before spurting water out. Ken undressed quickly and pulled a new razor out of a drawer. There was no point in doing this halfway. He'd have to replicate it so he looked exactly as he had in high school. He knew the others would make the same jokes they had made then, but it was better than anything else they'd come up with about his life now.

Stepping from the shower with smooth legs and gleaming hair he stood in front of the mirror and towelled himself dry. His body was still much the same as it had always been. He was still unbelievably thin and wiry and his hair had grown back to its almost shoulder length state. He threw the towel aside lazily and opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet with his foot to expose the make up he'd stolen from Miyako out of spite when he'd left her. Pleased with taking such things, he took the different sized containers out and started to apply the products to his face. He was surprised at how easy he found it to do, remembering back to how Miyako used to complain horribly about the difficulty.

Spraying perfume onto his skin Ken smiled again in the mirror. Save for the lack of chest size Ken was surprised at what a convincing woman he made. He wondered if he had looked the same back in high school. He returned the make up back to its place and left the bathroom to go back into his bedroom. His underwear drawer was hanging open and he sifted through the articles until he pulled out the thing he had been looking for. Miyako's favourite pair. He laughed as he pulled them on. The lacy pink bra hung off his flat chest rather badly, but the panties were a nice fit. Ken, blushing at what he was doing, pulled out a pair of socks and stuffed them into the bra until they looked convincingly like breasts. He stared down at the dress and wondered if he really did want to do this. His fingers felt the silky material and before he knew it he had dismissed his objections and pulled it over his head, zipping the button up and arranging it so it was comfortable.

He turned to look in a mirror and almost choked. Was that really him staring back? He wondered if he should do something with his hair, but decided against it when he looked at the time on his alarm clock. He was already running late. Pulling on the same shoes he'd worn in the Cinderella play, he walked out to the kitchen brushing his hair until it fell smoothly on either side of his face. He was almost ready to go. Without thinking he grabbed the leg strap holding his gun and attached it to his thigh under the dress. If he was going to confront Daisuke it may come in handy. He stopped to look in the mirror one final time and pulled his lips into a forced smile, locking the door behind him as he left for the party.

**

Daisuke looked in his closet for something to wear.
"Damn fancy dress," He said aloud to himself, "Why the hell did they have to do that anyway?" He asked to an old jacket.
He noticed an old box on the floor and got down on his knees to inspect its contents. Managing to pry the lid off his eyes first spied a crown. Surprised, Daisuke lifted it out and found a cape underneath it.
"My god," He muttered, "I can't believe I still have this old thing."
It was an old Prince's outfit he'd worn for a Cinderella play back in his last year of high school. Amused, Daisuke pulled it on and instantly decided that it was what he was going to wear. The golden cape hung royally off his shoulders and the crown made him look, in his opinion, even sexier. He grinned broadly into the mirror and bowed elegantly. Pleased with his find he walked from the room and out onto the street, headed for the engagement party.

**

By the time Ken reached the front gate of the building the party was well under way. He looked around him quickly and saw what looked like Yamato getting out of a taxi.
"Oi, crosser Ken," He called out, waving his hand to get his attention.
Ken tried to pretend he wasn't there, but the other boy had already reached him. On closer inspection Ken found that it was actually Taichi.
"Nice outfit," Ken muttered, not looking directly at him, "So you're still after Yamato then?"
Taichi blushed, "Yeah, me and the rest of the world, right?"
Silence suddenly fell between the two.
"So, uhh," Taichi rearranged the guitar slung over his shoulder and smiled, "You don't shine up to badly for a boy. I mean you look really cute."
Ken narrowed his eyes at him, "What do you mean by cute?"
Taichi stepped back quickly and raised his hands in defence, "Woah, Ken. It's okay it was just a compliment. I think you're pretty brave for wearing that thing again after all the shit you copped back in high school."
Ken sighed and pulled a stray piece of hair from his eyes, "Well, you know, at least this way it'll distract people from the loser I am."
Tai grinned and punched Ken lightly on the shoulder, "Hey, we all have our rough patches," He nodded towards the front door, "What do you say we go inside now? We're already pretty late."
Ken nodded half-heartedly and followed Taichi to the door, looking up at the luminous two-storey building as the doorbell was rung for him.

Several minutes later a slightly intoxicated Takeru answered the door, dressed in an Angemon outfit. He smiled sleazily at them and pulled them inside by their arms, shutting the door behind them.
"I see you've got yourself a date Yamato.." He said absent mindedly, looking over the small crowd gathered in the neighbouring main room.
Taichi cleared his throat loudly, "Actually Takeru, it's me Taichi dressed as your brother and that's Ken in his Cinderella outfit."
Takeru looked back at them, squinting slightly, "Ah, so it is. Um, anyway, go in. Enjoy yourselves."
"Okay. Oh, and congratulations by the way," Taichi said quickly, but Takeru had already left them alone in the entrance.
Taichi shrugged at Ken and walked in the same direction Takeru had left.

Ken looked for the other people he knew. He could see Jou in a penguin suit over in the corner, deep in conversation with Koushirou, who had obviously decided that he was beyond fancy dress. In the centre of the room Ken found Hikari, dressed as Angewomon to complement Takeru, Sora in a bikini and Mimi in so much black it was hard to tell if it was her or not, staring at Taichi with open mouths.
"I can't believe that idiot," Ken heard Sora say, "He should've got it by now. Yamato never wanted his sorry ass."
Hikari looked at the ground and avoided the conversation, embarrassed for her own brother.
Ken smiled to himself, things really hadn't changed all that much. He shrugged and looked around for the other digidestined.
Iori, as a deranged looking vampire, was talking quietly with someone in a bear suit that Ken didn't recognise from anywhere. He didn't bother trying to read the conversation. He never had really liked Iori all that much.
Finally, he directed his gaze towards the bar. As expected Miyako was sitting there by herself, staring sadly into her glass.
Ken took pity and slid onto the stool next to her.
She looked at him and laughed loudly,
"Wow, you're a more convincing woman than me and I have the equipment to boot," She said just as loudly, patting his fake chest.
Ken pushed her hands of him, "Well what have you come as a slut, or yourself?" He hissed nastily, feeling eyes staring at his back.
Miyako reached over and picked up a knife lying on the other side of the bar and turned on Ken, "How I choose to live my life is no longer a problem of yours," She said, jokingly.
Ken edged back from the knife being held under his nose and smiled,
"Miyako if only you knew how much I don't care about you and your little life," He watched as her face flushed red with anger, "And the truth is you're the one who made it this way. You're the one who pushed me out of your cheery little life."
Miyako held onto the knife's handle tightly, "I'm not the one who put you in those stupid clothes, you fag."
Ken let her words wash over him and composed himself before continuing, "Well at least I'm not the one still in love with someone I cheated on."
He watched the roller coaster of emotions that flickered across her face and smiled. He'd won another round.

He got up from the bar and turned to leave, but a rush of air pushing his hair across his face made him stop. He glanced behind him though he was too late. The blade of the knife had already sliced through the dress, cutting it at the hip. Ken gasped in surprise and tried to hold the material together to cover his naked legs. He looked on as the pale pink material darkened with blood, a small cut on his thigh being the source.
"My god. You're wearing my underwear," She screeched loudly, only just realising, "You're wearing my fucking underwear you freak!"
Ken let go of the material he was holding and allowed it to fall to his sides. Drops of blood splashed onto the white tiles. He could hear people whispering behind him. His cheeks reddened, embarrassed, and he looked away from Miyako in shame.
"God I can't believe you Ken," She yelled down at him, "I can't believe I used to ... that I ..." She exhaled loudly, "Used to love someone like you."
Ken sneered but didn't look up from the ground, "Yeah, you loved me. You loved me so fucking much that you slept with my best friend. You loved me so much that you started sleeping with dirty old men as a profession. Yeah, that's right, you loved me."
Miyako's face fell and in a single movement she had pushed Ken painfully onto the ground and pressed her lips on his. Ken pushed her off him just as quickly, disgusted by the taste of alcohol and cigarettes that filled his mouth.
"It's too late for any of that now, Miyako," He said simply, taking her hand off his arm and rising to his feet, "You're the one who made it like this."
Ken looked on as her face fell, she gazed up at him and smiled sadly, "You know, I can see up your skirt Cinderella."
Ken, forgetting about being in a dress, held the edges of the skirt together to hide the drying blood caked on his pale skin. He turned away and met the eyes of nearly every single person in the room. Ken felt himself becoming irritated, "What, what is it? You've never seen a guy in a dress before? Yeah, laugh, go on. That's why I'm here, for your own amusement."
Miyako sighed heavily from somewhere behind him, "I don't see why you need that gun though," She muttered absentmindedly to herself.
Ken felt his cheeks redden slightly and was glad when he heard Sora's scream of horror from the other side of the room. He glanced over, like everybody else, to see what the problem was and found Daisuke walking through the front door with Yamato, Takeru following behind them.

Ken smiled when he saw what Daisuke was wearing. It seemed he'd been at a loss as to what to wear too and chosen to wear his outfit from the same play Ken's was from. The golden cape hung around his frame in a flattering way and the crown, just a little too far to the left, gave him a slightly laid back air. Ken pried his eyes away from Daisuke to find Yamato in an outfit almost identical to Takeru's.
"How dare you?" Sora was screaming, loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear, "Just because you sleep with your goddamn brother doesn't mean you have to tell the whole world. I've put up with this crap for years and still I've given you more chances to prove that you weren't a dirty pervert," She breathed in audibly, "But, no, you just have to go and fuck your brother over and over again. And to do this at his engagement party. Do you have any shame at all?"
Hikari's eyes widened in disgust, "What the hell are you suggesting?"
Yamato smiled sleazily, "Takeru was the one who asked me to come in this costume. So before you point the blame at me look at him and his little incestuous hands."
Hikari walked up to Yamato and looked up at him furiously, "My fiancée does not sleep with men, much less his own brother. You've got your story all messed up. I think you best leave."
Takeru tried to ignore the conversation and hung behind Yamato, focussing all of his attention on a pile of engagement presents sitting on a table in the centre of the room.
"Takeru?!?" Hikari yelled, walking up to him so that they were face-to-face, "Takeru is this right?" She tried to grab his hand but he pulled away, she looked up at his paling face, concerned, "Tell me this isn't the truth."
Sora looked at the floor and sighed, "Yes, it's true," She muttered quietly, "It's been like this for a long time now."
Yamato slid up behind her and pulled his right hand tightly over her mouth, bringing his other to rest on her near-naked breast.
"Aw, come now Sora darling, you know I don't play with anyone but you!" He said sleazily, drawing his words out on purpose.

Hikari looked from Takeru to Yamato and Sora, unsure of where she should look or how she should respond.
"He's lying," Sora said simply, trying to pry free of Yamato's groping hands, "I'm the only one telling the truth here."
Suddenly Takeru's head snapped back, as if he had been in a trance, and glared directly at Yamato, "I've never touched my brother in that way," He exclaimed loudly, his voice cracking painfully.
Hikari rushed to his side and held him around the waist, "I believe you Takeru," She whispered to him, pulling him into her arms, "I never thou..."
"Don't lie Takeru," Yamato cried out, pushing Hikari from Takeru to let her fall to the ground heavily, "You've always wanted me. I can see it right now. You want to touch me so much. You want to feel me inside of you. It's all rather pathetic, kind of like Taichi over there," He finished, nodding in the other boy's direction.
Takeru frowned at Yamato for a moment before launching himself onto him, allowing their lips to meet. Yamato kissed him back and eventually detangled himself from his younger brother and smiled.
"Now, now, Takeru," He said, putting a finger under his nose, "Good little boys don't kiss their older brothers."
Hikari, enraged, got up from where she had fallen and came to stand in front of her fiancée.
"How dare you," She yelled, her eyes brimming with tears, "How could you go and do something like that. It's not right ... it's disgusting ... it's ... it's ..."
Takeru took her hands in his and smiled weakly, "I'm sorry," He muttered.
Hikari's eyes widened. She struggled to break free of his hold and brought back her hand to slap it across his face. The sound echoed through the building as Hikari fell in a sobbing heap.
The onlooking crowd gasped collectively, actively watching as Takeru's eyes became glassy.

Sora turned to face Yamato and threw up her hands in outrage, "I knew you were a jerk, but you didn't have to be a complete asshole you know!" She grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him to his feet, "Do you have no shame?" She spat each word into his face, "Argh, I can't believe you!"
Yamato appeared to be ignoring her, staring blankly into space and smiling. Sora kicked him in frustration and got hold of his shoulders, throwing him into the table filled with presents.
He screamed out in surprise as he flew over the table and into the fountain behind, a large splash signalling him hitting the water. The sound of breaking glass was deafening as gifts were pushed onto the floor and shattered.
Sora, pleased with herself, suddenly remembered Hikari and rushed to her side. Wrapping her arms around her, she tried her best to comfort her and stop her tears.
"No!" Hikari screamed, "You knew about all of this. You knew and you didn't tell me. You're almost as bad as the two of them." Hikari struggled to stand and, sobbing loudly, stumbled out of the room. Sora looked around the room and quickly followed her.
Takeru stood, frozen, his mouth open wide and the side of his face glowing red.

Suffocating gurgles were coming from the fountain as Yamato struggled to pull himself from the water. Taichi hurried to the fountain and helped him to his feet. Yamato, instead of showing his gratitude, pushed Taichi into the pool and ran to Takeru, taking his hand and pulling him in the same direction Hikari and Sora had gone.

Everyone left in the room turned back to face each other and started talking in hushed whispers. Ken scanned the room for Daisuke and noticed his crown reflecting the light from the corner of the room. He wrapped the bottom of his dress around his legs and made his way over to him, smiling nastily at the people that looked at him uneasily as he walked by. By the time he'd reached the other side of the room Daisuke was moving. Ken followed him out of the main door and up the stairs, trying to be as quite as possible. Daisuke glimpsed behind him and caught sight of Ken, his lips twitched upwards. Opening a door he went inside and locked it behind him.
"Fuck it," Ken swore under his breath. He rammed his fist into the wall, allowing the bottom of his dress to fall back to his ankles. From inside he heard a toilet flushing. He laughed at himself then and quickly stepped around the corner, out of site from the toilet door.

Ken waited patiently as he heard taps turning on and off and a zip being pulled up. Finally he heard the door open. Not waiting another second he jumped out from his hiding place and slammed Daisuke into the wall, knocking his crown from his head.
"Oh, nice to see you too Princess," Daisuke smirked up at him.
Ken narrowed his eyes and grabbed him around the neck, lifting him upwards, "If I were you I wouldn't be acting so smart right now," He watched as a puzzled expression came onto his face.
"Look, Ken, if this is about Miyako I really am sor ..."
"It's got nothing to do with that," He said quickly, cutting him off, "It's got more to do with your other job."
Daisuke's skin paled slightly and Ken felt his body tighten under his grip, "It's not my fault," He said weakly, "I had to do it or I'd be out of a job. I've got no money Ken. My business is going broke. My parents fucked off long ago. It's just me," Ken nodded down the stairs, "Yeah, like I could tell any of them," He sighed, "They approve of me even less than what my parents did. I'm just that jerk off who everyone laughs at behind his back. Even Miyako."
Ken loosened his grip a little, but still held onto him, "What happened between you two?"
Daisuke blinked heavily, "The stupid slut was sleeping with Mimi behind my back," Ken's expression flashed shock, "Yeah, I know, seems she'll sleep with anything," He paused momentarily, "So I left the moment I found out. Haven't spoken to her since."
Ken breathed roughly and grabbed Daisuke's arm, opening a door on the opposite side and throwing him inside. He followed, shutting and locking the door behind him. In the darkness he managed to find a light switch and turn it on. They were in what appeared to be a guest room. The bed was covered in a royally red cover matching the thick velvet drapes that were hanging from the window. Ken picked Daisuke up from the floor and pushed him onto the bed. He stood at the end of the bed, where Daisuke's legs dangled over the edge.
"Daisuke," He started softly, "You know you're in a lot of trouble."
Daisuke nodded sadly and looked at him, "I didn't want it to turn out like this, but there was nobody else," He stopped and looked up at Ken, smiling, "What happened to us, eh? What happened to the time when we were the good guys and they were the losers?"
Ken shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Maybe it was us who were always the losers, after all?" He suggested.
Daisuke used his legs to cause Ken to fall on top of him. Grinning, he watched as Ken's face became aware of exactly where he'd landed.
"You know," Daisuke said casually, "It was always you who I wanted to be in this position with."
Ken arched an eyebrow at him and used his arms to push himself off Daisuke, so that he was sitting next to him, "What do you mean?"
Daisuke inhaled sharply and looked Ken directly in the eye, "I only slept with Miyako to try and break you two up. It was you that I wanted Ken, not her. Obviously I fucked up big time there," Ken's hand froze as it went to brush the hair from his eyes, "And then I stayed with Miyako because I didn't know what else to do. You disappeared into thin air and Miyako wasn't treating the kids right, so I stuck around. But then I found out about Mimi ... I just couldn't take any of it anymore. So I left."
Ken's face furrowed in thought, "You really fucked everything up, didn't you?" His voice rose slightly, "How the hell did you think doing that was going to solve anything? And what ever made you think that I'd ever want you ... in that way? I may be in a dress but I'm not a fagg..."
Daisuke leapt up and forced his lips onto Ken's open mouth, halfway through forming a word. Ken's eyes flashed wide open but Daisuke stopped his attempts to get away by wrapping his arms around his waist. Ken eventually gave in and kissed him back, finding himself enjoying the way Daisuke's body felt so close to him. He suddenly remembered that he had thought the same thing in high school during the play, where Daisuke had to kiss him in the final scene. Ken's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
Daisuke pulled away and smiled, "For a straight man I think you enjoyed that a little bit too much."
Ken wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Yeah, well maybe I just realised a few things that I'd been denying."
Daisuke raised his eyebrows as Ken used a single hand to push Daisuke back down onto the soft bed, a small gasp escaping his throat as Ken straddled him.
Ken tugged gently at the strings that tied the golden cape to his shoulders and managed to get it out from underneath him. Daisuke tried to grab at the zip at the back of Ken's dress, but Ken caught his hands and put them above his head.
"Now Daisuke all good things come to those who wait," He mumbled.
Ken, satisfied that Daisuke was going to stay where he was told, returned to the buttons on his shirt. Slowly he undid them, one by one and dropped the shirt onto the floor, along with his tie. Daisuke's body trembled with anticipation, now dressed in only his black pants, but Ken left them. He kissed Daisuke again, working his hand down his body to find its way under the top of his pants. Gently he grabbed him and felt Daisuke's body shudder beneath him. Ken kissed down Daisuke's body until he'd formed a trail to his nipple. He bit playfully at it as he continued to massage his groin. Letting go of the restraint he had on Daisuke's arms, Ken brought his hand down to pinch the boy's other nipple. Daisuke exhaled sharply and took advantage of his freedom, wrapping his arms around Ken to find the zip running down the centre of his back. Closing his eyes he pulled it down and opened them again in time to see the sleeves slide off Ken's narrow shoulders. Ken held his arms out and shivered as Daisuke's fingers scraped lazily down his smooth pale skin, barely touching the surface as he pulled his arms from the sleeves.
"Nice underwear," Daisuke murmured in his ear as carefully rolled up socks fell from Ken's chest.
Ken smiled deviously and helped Daisuke to pull the dress down his legs and over his feet. He saw Daisuke's eyes jump at the sight of the gun, but quickly hushed him by putting his lips on his again, allowing his tongue to slip inside his warm mouth.
"It's okay," Ken whispered, pulling away and staring into his dark eyes. Daisuke nodded and loosened his grip on Ken's shoulder, allowing the boy's hands to brush down his abdomen and to the bulge throbbing in his pants. He ran his index finger down the zipper of his pants making Daisuke whimper excruciatingly and finally freed him of his restraint, only to grab his length in his hand.
"Don't be so mean," Daisuke managed to stammer out through ragged breaths.
Ken stopped, about to run his tongue up his erection and let go completely, resorting instead to pulling the pants from his legs, dragging his nails on his skin as he did so. Daisuke, now completely naked, reached out to grab a hold of Ken, managing to tangle a hand in his hair and pull him back towards him.
"Now it's your turn," Daisuke grinned, running his lips down his nose and reaching behind him to find the clasps on the bra. Ken rested his head on Daisuke's chest, waiting patiently as he struggled to coordinate his movements to free Ken's chest. Daisuke groaned, annoyed, and slid his hands underneath Ken's arms, resorting to pulling the bra over his head.
Ken laughed quietly, "Doesn't seem like you've had all that much practice with these things, does it?"
Daisuke bit at him playfully, "Well it wasn't like Miyako ever bothered to wear them, was it?"
They both laughed for a second before Daisuke pushed Ken down on the bed and laid down on top of him. Ken arched an eyebrow, but raised his arms above his head anyway, allowing Daisuke to do with him what he pleased. Daisuke stopped and stared at Ken for a second, bringing his lips closer to his face and kissing his eyelids softly. Ken sighed happily and felt Daisuke's body moving lower on top of him. He felt teeth on his waist and looked down at the boy to see him struggling to get Miyako's underwear off him.
Ken snickered, "Just use your hands, it's quicker that way."
Daisuke pouted, slightly offended, but soon followed Ken's advice and stripped him of his last piece of clothing. He sat, staring at Ken's naked body, open mouthed and gaping like an idiot.
"It's nothing more than what you've got," Ken said slyly, kicking him lightly in the head and sitting upright, grabbing hold of his arm in his hand.
Daisuke blushed, "Yeah ... I know," He muttered under his breath.
Ken, amused, jumped on top of Daisuke and pushed him back down on to the bed.
"I think it's better this way," He uttered, his hands running up and down Daisuke's torso.
Daisuke shrugged in reply and closed his eyes, urging Ken's head downwards with his hands.
"Oh, so this is what it's all about, huh?" Ken managed to get out through mouthfuls of Daisuke's skin.
Daisuke didn't reply but stayed still, obviously waiting for Ken to touch him. Ken smiled deviously and got up, turning the other boy over so that he was lying face down. Reaching for his leg Ken pulled the gun from the fastening on his thigh in a single movement.
"What's going on?" Daisuke asked, trying to get a glimpse of what Ken was doing by thrashing his head maniacally. In response, Ken ran his free hand down his spine slowly, making sure to touch every vertebrae.
"Shh, don't worry, you'll get what's coming for you."
Ken heard Daisuke's muffled words, but ignored them, working his fingers into his opening. On the intrusion, Daisuke's muffled worries because muffled screams of pleasure. Ken, worming his fingers deeper inside Daisuke, sat back down on the bed and watched as the boy moved uncontrollably. After continuing for several minutes he slowly withdrew his fingers and forced his arm around Daisuke to find his length. When his hand took hold of it he tightened his grip and ran his hand up and down it, encouraged by Daisuke's shuddering. Daisuke, breathing heavily, reached upwards and took hold of the railing at the top of the bed, his knuckles white, and used the support to move back and forth in time with Ken's thrusts. Ken took the gun in his other hand and ran its cold shaft along his back, only the safety catch stopping any chance of it going off. He reached Daisuke's opening and, without thinking, forced it inside.
Ken heard Daisuke's scream but ignored it, enjoying the power he felt as he thrust the shaft of the gun in and out of his body. Daisuke flung his hands around to try and stop Ken, but failed.
"It's okay, Daisuke," Ken said through aroused gasps, "It's ... al ... right."
Ken released Daisuke's arousal and brought his hand around to his back, rubbing it reassuringly. Daisuke felt his body tightening as the gun slid in and out of his body. As horrible as it would be for it to go off, somehow he wanted Ken to keep going. He held back onto the bars and moved in time to the gun being pushed in and out, closing his eyes. Ken grabbed hold of his own erect length and ran his hand up and down in time with Daisuke. Moans seeped out from Daisuke's mouth as the gun rammed into him further and further, his lining starting to ache with satisfaction.
"Ken," Daisuke breathed eventually, propping himself up on his elbows, "I'm going t..."
Ken nodded half lost in his own arousal, and let the gun fall from Daisuke's opening. It clattered loudly on the floor and went off, a hole blasted into the wall and several shrieks sounding from downstairs. Ignoring it, Daisuke struggled to sit up right and felt his eyes rolling up in his head. A hand grabbed his length hard and Daisuke opened his eyes to see Ken's other hand on him. Daisuke froze then, his body tensing. He felt himself fall back on his hands and ejaculate, his body quivering as his juices sprayed onto Ken's chest. Ken's eyes closed and he let go of his arousal as gasps caught in his throat.
"D .. Dai ... suke," He panted, fluid exploding from his length and splashing onto Daisuke's bare body.
Eventually Ken fell, breathless, onto Daisuke's splattered chest. Daisuke moved his arms out from underneath his own body and wrapped them around Ken's back, holding him tight.

**

"What the hell was that?" Taichi yelled, the room falling silent from the sound of a gunshot somewhere in the house.
Everybody looked at each other, puzzled, their fear showing in their faces.
Mimi grabbed hold of Miyako's arm and shrieked, "Quick, somebody call the Police!"
Miyako jerked away from Mimi's hand instinctively and looked at her, shaking her head as if to tell her no. Tears started to fall from Mimi's eyes,
"It's Hikari, I know it. She's gone insane."
"Don't be ridiculous," Miyako said, overdramatically, "Hikari would never do something like that."
Silence filled the room, the only sound the trickling of water in the fountain.
"But what if she did?" Iori piped up, suggesting the very thing they were all thinking.
"Wait a minute," Miyako thought aloud, "Where'd Daisuke and Ken go?"
"I think I saw Ken follow Daisuke upstairs a while ago," Jou supplied, only vaguely recalling the memory.
Miyako moved to the centre of the room, "You know," She said, looking around at the crowd, "Ken's carrying a gun on him, I saw it before, up under his dress."
The room filled with murmurs about what could have happened as Mimi walked up behind Miyako and slipped her hand in her own.
"Stop it," Miyako hissed at her.
"I'm ... I'm scared Miyako," She choked through her tears.
Miyako's face softened slightly as everybody else kept talking amongst themselves, "I know," She looked around to see if anyone was watching and brought her lips onto her own, "Be brave for me though, okay? Just for now."
Mimi nodded and Miyako wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Alright," Taichi yelled, though his words were lost in the chatter, "Oi, shutup!" He tried again and succeeded. "This is what we're going to do. Jou, Cody ... go and call the Police. Koushirou and I will go upstairs and investigate. The rest of you stay here," He looked at all the pale faces around him and took off the guitar that was hung around his shoulders, "Any questions?"
People shook their heads as Jou ran to the phone in the next room, Iori closely behind. Taichi, waving Koushirou to him, led him to the staircase. Eyes followed them as they crept slowly to the second floor.

"Do you really think something's happened?" Koushirou whispered, holding onto the back of Taichi's shirt.
Taichi sighed, "I don't know, but look at it this way," He paused to breathe, "Ken's probably still pissed off with Daisuke over that whole incident with Miyako and well, do I need to tell you about Hikari and Takeru?"
Koushirou shook his head, "You're right," He ran into the back of Taichi, not realising that they had reached the top of the stairs, "Taichi?" He prodded, causing the other boy to turn to face him, "I know this is a little irrelevant right now, but I think the rumours about Miyako and Mimi are true."
Taichi raised an eyebrow at him, "You're right, this is the wrong time. Now, let's try and find out what the hell's going on."
"Hey!" Koushirou pointed to the ground where a crown lay, half hidden by a plant sitting in the hallway, "Isn't that ..."
"Yes," Taichi cut him off, "It's Daisuke's."
Koushirou's hand shook as he picked it up from the ground.
"They can't have gone too far," Taichi pondered aloud, "I say we try all the doors out."
Koushirou nodded, dropping the crown back on the floor and following Taichi to the first door.

"It's locked," Taichi groaned, pushing hard down on the handle.
"Here, let me try," Koushirou said, knocking Taichi away, "You're right," He replied.
"Now what do we do?" Taichi whined.
Koushirou scratched his head, "Why don't we just go downstairs and wait for the Police to get here?"
Taichi's eyes narrowed.
"Well it's not like we can do much else, is it?" Koushirou pointed out.
Taichi followed Koushirou back down the stairs, deflated, "No, I suppose not," He muttered.

**

"Did you hear something," Ken said, sitting upright.
"Huh?" Daisuke said drowsily.
"There's somebody trying to get in," He stopped as the door handle was tried again, "See!"
"Shit," Daisuke swore, suddenly wide awake, "Quick we have to get cleaned up."
Ken looked around him and picked up the cape lying on the floor, "Here, use this."
Daisuke nodded and rubbed the sticky fluids from his chest, throwing it at Ken when he had finished.
Ken didn't look at Daisuke, quickly getting as much as he could off. He pulled on Miyako's underwear once again and restuffed the bra, unevenly.
Daisuke glanced at Ken, "Hey, you've done it wrong, come here."
Ken ignored what Daisuke was saying and straightened out his dress.
"Look," Daisuke said, walking in front of him, "If you go out like that it's going to look even more suspicious."
Ken dropped his hands to his sides and allowed Daisuke to straighten his chest out, "There, now that's better, isn't it?" He said, standing back to make sure they were straight.
Ken quickly pulled the dress over his head and picked the gun up from the floor, "Holy shit," He said aloud.
"What?" Daisuke asked, halfway through pulling his pants on.
"It went off," He replied flatly.
Daisuke looked over to where Ken was pointing and saw a large hole in the wall.
"Fuck, so that's what's all the commotion's about."
Ken returned the gun to it's fastening and quickly slipped his shoes back on. He turned to Daisuke who was having trouble with his tie.
"Argh," Ken cut in, "You're doing it all wrong."
Daisuke watched Ken's eyes as he concentrated on fixing his tie right.
"There."
Ken turned around to make sure he looked all right in the mirror.
"I'm sorry," He said softly.
Daisuke, confused, walked up behind him to zip his dress up, "What do you mean?" He asked.
"I'm going to have to arrest you."
Daisuke stepped back from Ken and gaped at him in the mirror, "You ... can't."
Ken turned to face Daisuke and took his hand in his, "I have to. If I don't I'll lose my job."
Daisuke's face fell, "So you don't want anything to do with me after all?"
Ken stood silent.
"Answer me!" Daisuke yelled, pulling his hand out of Ken's and using it to slap him across the face.
"You'll get off Daisuke," Ken said, unsure of himself, "Just tell them who you were working for and you'll ..."
Sirens cut him off.
"I'm sorry Daisuke," Ken repeated.
Ken took his gun out and pointed it at Daisuke's chest, "Just do what they say, it'll be okay."

A booming knock cut through the air.
"This is the Police," A man's voice came through the door, "I order you to open up."
Ken walked towards the door, not taking his eyes, or the gun, from Daisuke. Unlocking the door he let them in.
"Ken Ichijouji. Detective. Sorry I don't have my badge on me ... it's fancy dress after all."
The Police officer stifled a laugh, "I see," His face turned serious, "What've you got?"
"Daisuke Motomiya," He continued, ignoring the looks he was getting from the police officers, "Wanted for drug smuggling."
Ken watched as they approached Daisuke, his hands already in the air, and felt for any weapons.
Daisuke's face looked angry, his fists were clenched above his head and his eyes were narrowed.
"You guys can take it from here, right?" Ken asked, wanting to escape.
"Yeah, that's fine Detective," A woman officer answered, another putting handcuffs on Daisuke's wrists, "Good work."
Ken nodded and left the room, returning down the stairs.

**

Miyako rushed to Ken as he reached the bottom floor.
"Well...?" She asked.
"Well, what?" He asked, annoyed.
"What the hell's happening, that's what," Taichi snapped.
"Yeah, we have a right to know," Iori supplied.
Ken raised his hand as other voices started to question him, "Okay, okay. Be quiet and I'll tell you," The room quickly quietened down and Ken continued, "No, no one's dead. It was just a warning shot. I did it. Daisuke's a wanted criminal, the force have been wanting to get him for several months now."
"Wait," Miyako cut in, "What'd he do?"
"He's been helping to smuggle drugs into the country illegally," Ken answered.
Excited mutterings swept through the crowd.

"Fuck you Ken!" Daisuke screamed, the Police officers appearing at the top of the stairs, pushing him down, "You fucking jerk."
People backed away from the stairs as Daisuke came down to stand next to Ken.
"Fuck you," Daisuke repeated, spitting the words in his face.
"Come on, it's time to go," One of the officers urged, pushing Daisuke through the doors.
"Fuck all of you!" He yelled as he was taken to a police car, "You have no idea of the lies you're living. Fuck yo..."
Sirens cut off Daisuke as the Police cars drove from the mansion. Ken wiped the saliva from his face and smiled, "I'll be going then, I suppose. I'll see you all later."
The room remained silent.
Shrugging, Ken headed for the front door and ran head first into Hikari and Sora.
Hikari, her eyes bright red from crying, drew in a ragged breath, "The wedding's off," She announced, "Go home, there's nothing more to see here."
With that she burst into tears again.