Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Drifting Pieces ❯ The Rain is My Home ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Yeaomi 
Things don't always look better after the storm.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Updated On: 09.11.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 257 | Status: Completed
Things don't always look better after the storm.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Updated On: 09.11.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 257 | Status: Completed
Author’s Note:
This fic was originally partially posted at the end of 2010. Since then, I have rewritten every single chapter and done a serious edit as well as finished the story. If you have not visited since October of 2010, I recommend that you start over. It’s worth it (05/2012).
Hope you enjoy! Please review!
Chapter 04: The Rain is My Home
Ken slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the overly bright sun that was shining through his window. Then gentle snores of Wormmon curled up at his side drifted up to him and made him smile.
He lay still for several minutes, just soaking it all in. It seemed so perfect… So normal. For the first time in days, he actually felt rested. Under any other circumstances he would have laughed at how out of place ‘normal’ had become in his life.
Carefully shifting so as not to disturb his sleeping partner, Ken sat up and stretched. After last night, he felt surprisingly good.
Last night? What happened last night?
He paused, his legs dangling over the side of the bed.
He could remember having a particularly bad day and falling asleep out on his balcony… Ken’s brows furrowed as he struggled to recall the rest.
The power had gone out at some point. A glance at his desk confirmed the presence of a flashlight perched delicately on the edge.
An uneasy feeling slowly started to creep up over him as he looked at it.
He had been holding the flashlight in bed and had been about to email Daisuke about something when…
Nothing. I can’t remember anything after that.
“Ken?” Ken was jerked away from his thoughts as Wormmon slowly stretched and looked up at him with concern. “Are you alright, Ken?”
“Yes… I… I’m fine. I just had a strange dream.” He hesitated, trying to place what that nagging feeling at the back of his mind was. “Wormmon? Last night… Did anything odd happen?”
The Digimon gave him a puzzled look. “No. You went to bed and slept so peacefully. I don’t think you had any bad dreams either. I was so very glad. …Why? Did something happen?”
“No. I guess I’m still waking up.” Ken stroked the Digimon’s head and climbed out of the bed. “I’ll go freshen up and see about getting you some breakfast.”
“Maybe waffles?” Wormmon asked hopefully as he climbed down from the bed.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Ken smiled and moved to the door.
His hand was on the knob when he suddenly froze. Wormmon… He wasn’t here last night.
Struggling to keep a calm and controlled voice, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the door. “When did you get here, Wormmon? I thought you were staying in the Digital world till Friday.”
He could hear Wormmon’s little pods clicking as he scurried up behind Ken. “You came and got me last night. Just before you went to bed. You said you didn’t want to wait till Friday because you might need me today.”
Ken spun around and stared down at his partner with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?” His voice cracked slightly and he desperately tried to push the growing panic back down.
“You don’t remember? We had a nice dinner while you worked on something at your desk. You told me that you had some important things to work on and that you needed some quiet time. Oh! I was supposed to remind you not to forget your paper today. It’s on your desk.” Wormmon smiled hopefully up at Ken.
“My desk?” Ken’s eyes instantly shot back over to his desk.
The desk looked like he’d cleaned it recently. Everything was neatly aligned and in its proper place. A small stack of papers were perfectly placed in the center waiting for him.
“Maybe you should go get something to eat, Ken. You always think better on a full stomach. You never were much of a morning person.” Wormmon’s gentle voice drifted over his head as he slowly moved towards his desk.
A trembling hand reached out and picked up the papers with extreme care. His name was neatly written at the top in painstakingly perfect characters.
Scanning the pages, he bit his lower lip. It was the report that he had neglected to even start. The one that was due tomorrow. Yet here it was, completely finished and written so neatly in his perfect handwriting.
“This can’t be. I don’t… I didn’t write this.” Ken caught sight of the calendar out of the corner of his eye. Thursday was nearly crossed off.
What the hell happened to Thursday? How can someone live a whole day and not realize it?
He could feel the panic rising up again as his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Slowly and carefully, he slipped the papers into his school bag and set it on his desk.
He couldn’t deal with this now. He didn’t have time for this. He had school to get ready for. Mustn’t be late… After all, he had a paper to turn in.
Calmly, Ken turned and walked out of the room to get ready.
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Wormmon stared after his partner in utter confusion. Something was wrong with his Ken and he desperately wanted to know what it was.
He thought back, trying to figure out just what it was that had shaken the boy so badly.
Just last night, Ken had been fine. Sure, he had been very quiet and hadn’t really given Wormmon the welcome home that he had been expecting, but Ken was very stressed and still had a lot of work to do. They could relax and have fun later that night once all of the tests and schoolwork had been finished.
Wormmon had enjoyed his vacation with the other Digimon, even if he had felt guilty for having a good time while Ken was stuck at home alone and stressed. Veemon had attempted to teach him and the others a few soccer moves and the older Digimon had regaled them with stories of the older children’s adventures.
Despite the fun, he had missed being with Ken. When Ken had shown up a day early and said that he needed Wormmon at his side, his heart had raced in joy.
Thinking back on it now, it was clear that Ken had looked unbelievably tired and like he was in a hurry. Wormmon had barely had the time to say goodbye to the others before he was being carried off. Ken hadn’t even bothered to attempt to converse with the others as he’d dismissed any questions with a quick explanation that he had ‘prior engagements that needed to be taken care of right away.’
Wormmon wasn’t sure what that meant, but it had seemed important to Ken so it was important to him as well.
When they had returned home, Ken had been very quiet during dinner; which wasn’t all that unusual. Once back at his desk, Ken had stated that he needed quiet time to work on some important task that should have been completed days ago.
He had missed it at the time, but Ken’s upper lip had twitched ever so slightly at that admission. Looking back, it was hard to say if it had been an expression of disgust or of something else.
Years of being obedient had trained him to recognize that when Ken was working and said that he needed quiet time, the young genius was not to be interrupted.
He had felt happy to just sit back in Ken’s company and watch him work. Once he had finished scribbling out the last bit of ink onto his papers, Ken had gone to bed and actually slept through the night.
Wormmon had been so very happy for Ken…But now that happiness was fading fast.
What if something had happened to the boy while he had been away? What if Ken had gotten hurt or had needed him? How could he have left his partner alone when he knew that Ken was struggling?
Wormmon’s antenna drooped as the guilt overtook him.
After a few minutes, Ken came back fully dressed and ready for school. He silently set down a small plate of waffle strips for Wormmon then moved to the desk to gather his things.
An odd look was etched across his face that made Wormmon’s stomach clench unhappily.
“Ken? Are you feeling better?”
“Yes. I just needed a moment. Eat your breakfast, Wormmon.” There was something Ken wasn’t telling him and he debated on whether or not he should push the subject as he slowly ate his breakfast.
Ken finished organizing his school bag and paused as he stared down at it for a long time. “Wormmon?”
The little Digimon jumped and nearly knocked over the plate. “Yes, Ken?”
Ken silently started to move things around in the bag before he stuffed in an old sweatshirt. Once satisfied, he held out the open bag towards Wormmon.
The little virus’ eyes widened at the offering. Ken hardly ever let him accompany him to school. He had always put up the protest that Wormmon could get lost, discovered, or hurt. Ken had especially been displeased at the notion of Wormmon spending a full day crammed in a bag all day.
Wormmon didn’t wait for Ken to ask twice as he instantly dove into the warm bag and nestled down into the soft bundled up sweatshirt that smelled completely of his Ken.
Ken offered him a small smile. “I think that I would feel better knowing that you were near me today. Yesterday…” A sigh. “The day before yesterday… Wasn’t a very good day. I missed you.” Ken hugged the bag closely to himself headed towards the door.
“I missed you too, Ken. I’m glad to be home with you.” Wormmon smiled up at his partner and rejoiced at how wonderful it was to be needed.
Ken zipped up the bag carefully and started his walk to school.
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Ken stared out of the classroom window, half listening to the lecture.
He could just hear Daisuke’s most common excuse for not paying attention in class.
“Honestly, if they wanted the students to pay attention, they wouldn’t put windows in the dang rooms!”
Apparently after yesterday, he didn’t need to pay attention anyway.
It would seem that he had not only taken the test that he had been worried about, but he had also gotten a perfect score on it. When he had turned in his paper that he couldn’t even remember writing, his teacher had smiled and remarked at how pleased he had been to see Ken doing well in class again.
I’m so stressed out over everything that I’m doing reports on automatic and losing days. He sighed and glanced at the clock as he felt the start of a headache coming on.
It was Friday. Not just any Friday, but the Friday before the break. Soon he could get some apparently much needed rest, relaxation, and enjoy some time with his friends.
He glanced down at the notes that he was halfheartedly taking. He had gotten quite good at taking down notes without really paying attention. A talent that Daisuke had insisted was the best line of defense against sudden teacher attacks. He would have to thank Daisuke later for the lessons.
The backpack at his feet moved slightly, nudging up against his leg. He hadn’t wanted to worry Wormmon anymore than he already was. He wasn’t even sure that there was even something to worry over. After all, he had done his homework and done a pretty good job of it too. Not to mention the fact that he had aced a test and pulled his grades up out of the gutter in a single day. He was sure that all stressed out students suffered memory lapses from time to time with lack of sleep.
But those people don’t lose whole days! He was getting tired of the little nagging voice in the back of his head.
The bag almost seemed to sense his thoughts and nudged his foot again. Ken carefully reached down inside the bag and gave Wormmon a reassuring pat on the head before he pulled out an eraser to cover his movements should anyone be watching him.
He sighed heavily as he looked back down at his notebook. The teacher was reading from some book that he would eventually have to write another report over. With any luck, he wouldn’t have to write it over the break, but so far his luck hadn’t exactly been the best.
He blinked sleepily, his eyelids feeling heavy as he struggled to stay focused.
There was an odd sound like the click of a record skipping ahead. The teacher was now at the blackboard in the middle of writing out a long sentence. Ken blinked and glanced around. He could have sworn that the teacher had been standing in front of his desk just a moment ago.
He looked down at his notes, startled to see that he was already on the next page. His pencil paused just over the paper, waiting for the next order.
Slowly, he looked back through the papers, reading over his painfully neat and meticulous handwriting.
Did I fall asleep? If I did… Why did I keep writing? He nervously brushed his hair back out of his eyes and glanced around. At least no one had noticed. If he’d learned to write in his sleep, he’d definitely have to thank Daisuke later.
Ken shook his head in an effort to try to wake up and pay attention, and then continued to write slowly.
There was another click and jump in sound.
The bell was just finished ringing and everyone was standing up, getting ready to leave.
Ken looked around in disbelief. This time he was positive that he hadn’t fallen asleep. He looked down at his desk, taking in how his notebook and pencil were neatly set to the side as if mocking him. A single piece of paper was sitting in front of him with something heavily etched onto the back.
He swallowed hard and stared at the paper. Something was telling him that the answer to everything was waiting just on the other side; he had a strong feeling that he did not want to know what it was.
All he would have to do now would be to get up and walk away without looking. Just walk away and pretend that everything was fine.
The classroom was quickly emptying and the teacher was wiping down the board, all of them oblivious to the boy in the back that was slowly breaking down.
His fingers traced the edges of the paper as he carefully turned it over.
The large angry letters looked back up at him tauntingly. It was his hand writing, but it was not the carefully smooth and perfect marks that he was used to; these characters cut deeply into the paper like angry scars.
Something in the back of his mind snapped.
Slowly, Ken got up and put his things into his bag, careful of Wormmon.
His fingers closed on the paper tightly, crushing it in a fist as he exited the classroom.
The halls were thinning out quickly as Ken made his way outside, blind to the other students around him. Once outside, Wormmon peered out of the bag up at Ken.
“Ken?” The world seemed muffled in comparison to the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. “Ken? Is school over?”
His mouth felt too dry and his voice was a quiet whisper as he answered. “Yes, Wormmon. School is over. Go back inside before someone sees you.” He sounded far calmer than he felt.
Wormmon hesitated before he slowly disappeared back into the bag obediently.
Ken was barely aware of where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. To go somewhere quiet… To just stop thinking.
The paper in his hand crinkled slightly as his grip tightened around it.
What’s happening to me?
Distantly he could hear someone laughing as he struggled to fight against something he couldn’t see but could feel.
He refused to understand the angry black letters on the paper. Somehow he knew that if he let them in, they would rip him in half and he would never be whole again.
“Are you awake, Ken? I am.”
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Disclaimer: According to Wikipedia: Akiyoshi Hongo was the creator of the Digimon concept. Bandai, Saban Entertainment and various other entities that are not me own Digimon. I am in no way making money off of this and am strictly using the characters and world for my own fan based fiction.
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This fic was originally partially posted at the end of 2010. Since then, I have rewritten every single chapter and done a serious edit as well as finished the story. If you have not visited since October of 2010, I recommend that you start over. It’s worth it (05/2012).
Hope you enjoy! Please review!
Chapter 04: The Rain is My Home
Ken slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the overly bright sun that was shining through his window. Then gentle snores of Wormmon curled up at his side drifted up to him and made him smile.
He lay still for several minutes, just soaking it all in. It seemed so perfect… So normal. For the first time in days, he actually felt rested. Under any other circumstances he would have laughed at how out of place ‘normal’ had become in his life.
Carefully shifting so as not to disturb his sleeping partner, Ken sat up and stretched. After last night, he felt surprisingly good.
Last night? What happened last night?
He paused, his legs dangling over the side of the bed.
He could remember having a particularly bad day and falling asleep out on his balcony… Ken’s brows furrowed as he struggled to recall the rest.
The power had gone out at some point. A glance at his desk confirmed the presence of a flashlight perched delicately on the edge.
An uneasy feeling slowly started to creep up over him as he looked at it.
He had been holding the flashlight in bed and had been about to email Daisuke about something when…
Nothing. I can’t remember anything after that.
“Ken?” Ken was jerked away from his thoughts as Wormmon slowly stretched and looked up at him with concern. “Are you alright, Ken?”
“Yes… I… I’m fine. I just had a strange dream.” He hesitated, trying to place what that nagging feeling at the back of his mind was. “Wormmon? Last night… Did anything odd happen?”
The Digimon gave him a puzzled look. “No. You went to bed and slept so peacefully. I don’t think you had any bad dreams either. I was so very glad. …Why? Did something happen?”
“No. I guess I’m still waking up.” Ken stroked the Digimon’s head and climbed out of the bed. “I’ll go freshen up and see about getting you some breakfast.”
“Maybe waffles?” Wormmon asked hopefully as he climbed down from the bed.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Ken smiled and moved to the door.
His hand was on the knob when he suddenly froze. Wormmon… He wasn’t here last night.
Struggling to keep a calm and controlled voice, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the door. “When did you get here, Wormmon? I thought you were staying in the Digital world till Friday.”
He could hear Wormmon’s little pods clicking as he scurried up behind Ken. “You came and got me last night. Just before you went to bed. You said you didn’t want to wait till Friday because you might need me today.”
Ken spun around and stared down at his partner with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?” His voice cracked slightly and he desperately tried to push the growing panic back down.
“You don’t remember? We had a nice dinner while you worked on something at your desk. You told me that you had some important things to work on and that you needed some quiet time. Oh! I was supposed to remind you not to forget your paper today. It’s on your desk.” Wormmon smiled hopefully up at Ken.
“My desk?” Ken’s eyes instantly shot back over to his desk.
The desk looked like he’d cleaned it recently. Everything was neatly aligned and in its proper place. A small stack of papers were perfectly placed in the center waiting for him.
“Maybe you should go get something to eat, Ken. You always think better on a full stomach. You never were much of a morning person.” Wormmon’s gentle voice drifted over his head as he slowly moved towards his desk.
A trembling hand reached out and picked up the papers with extreme care. His name was neatly written at the top in painstakingly perfect characters.
Scanning the pages, he bit his lower lip. It was the report that he had neglected to even start. The one that was due tomorrow. Yet here it was, completely finished and written so neatly in his perfect handwriting.
“This can’t be. I don’t… I didn’t write this.” Ken caught sight of the calendar out of the corner of his eye. Thursday was nearly crossed off.
What the hell happened to Thursday? How can someone live a whole day and not realize it?
He could feel the panic rising up again as his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Slowly and carefully, he slipped the papers into his school bag and set it on his desk.
He couldn’t deal with this now. He didn’t have time for this. He had school to get ready for. Mustn’t be late… After all, he had a paper to turn in.
Calmly, Ken turned and walked out of the room to get ready.
--
Wormmon stared after his partner in utter confusion. Something was wrong with his Ken and he desperately wanted to know what it was.
He thought back, trying to figure out just what it was that had shaken the boy so badly.
Just last night, Ken had been fine. Sure, he had been very quiet and hadn’t really given Wormmon the welcome home that he had been expecting, but Ken was very stressed and still had a lot of work to do. They could relax and have fun later that night once all of the tests and schoolwork had been finished.
Wormmon had enjoyed his vacation with the other Digimon, even if he had felt guilty for having a good time while Ken was stuck at home alone and stressed. Veemon had attempted to teach him and the others a few soccer moves and the older Digimon had regaled them with stories of the older children’s adventures.
Despite the fun, he had missed being with Ken. When Ken had shown up a day early and said that he needed Wormmon at his side, his heart had raced in joy.
Thinking back on it now, it was clear that Ken had looked unbelievably tired and like he was in a hurry. Wormmon had barely had the time to say goodbye to the others before he was being carried off. Ken hadn’t even bothered to attempt to converse with the others as he’d dismissed any questions with a quick explanation that he had ‘prior engagements that needed to be taken care of right away.’
Wormmon wasn’t sure what that meant, but it had seemed important to Ken so it was important to him as well.
When they had returned home, Ken had been very quiet during dinner; which wasn’t all that unusual. Once back at his desk, Ken had stated that he needed quiet time to work on some important task that should have been completed days ago.
He had missed it at the time, but Ken’s upper lip had twitched ever so slightly at that admission. Looking back, it was hard to say if it had been an expression of disgust or of something else.
Years of being obedient had trained him to recognize that when Ken was working and said that he needed quiet time, the young genius was not to be interrupted.
He had felt happy to just sit back in Ken’s company and watch him work. Once he had finished scribbling out the last bit of ink onto his papers, Ken had gone to bed and actually slept through the night.
Wormmon had been so very happy for Ken…But now that happiness was fading fast.
What if something had happened to the boy while he had been away? What if Ken had gotten hurt or had needed him? How could he have left his partner alone when he knew that Ken was struggling?
Wormmon’s antenna drooped as the guilt overtook him.
After a few minutes, Ken came back fully dressed and ready for school. He silently set down a small plate of waffle strips for Wormmon then moved to the desk to gather his things.
An odd look was etched across his face that made Wormmon’s stomach clench unhappily.
“Ken? Are you feeling better?”
“Yes. I just needed a moment. Eat your breakfast, Wormmon.” There was something Ken wasn’t telling him and he debated on whether or not he should push the subject as he slowly ate his breakfast.
Ken finished organizing his school bag and paused as he stared down at it for a long time. “Wormmon?”
The little Digimon jumped and nearly knocked over the plate. “Yes, Ken?”
Ken silently started to move things around in the bag before he stuffed in an old sweatshirt. Once satisfied, he held out the open bag towards Wormmon.
The little virus’ eyes widened at the offering. Ken hardly ever let him accompany him to school. He had always put up the protest that Wormmon could get lost, discovered, or hurt. Ken had especially been displeased at the notion of Wormmon spending a full day crammed in a bag all day.
Wormmon didn’t wait for Ken to ask twice as he instantly dove into the warm bag and nestled down into the soft bundled up sweatshirt that smelled completely of his Ken.
Ken offered him a small smile. “I think that I would feel better knowing that you were near me today. Yesterday…” A sigh. “The day before yesterday… Wasn’t a very good day. I missed you.” Ken hugged the bag closely to himself headed towards the door.
“I missed you too, Ken. I’m glad to be home with you.” Wormmon smiled up at his partner and rejoiced at how wonderful it was to be needed.
Ken zipped up the bag carefully and started his walk to school.
--
Ken stared out of the classroom window, half listening to the lecture.
He could just hear Daisuke’s most common excuse for not paying attention in class.
“Honestly, if they wanted the students to pay attention, they wouldn’t put windows in the dang rooms!”
Apparently after yesterday, he didn’t need to pay attention anyway.
It would seem that he had not only taken the test that he had been worried about, but he had also gotten a perfect score on it. When he had turned in his paper that he couldn’t even remember writing, his teacher had smiled and remarked at how pleased he had been to see Ken doing well in class again.
I’m so stressed out over everything that I’m doing reports on automatic and losing days. He sighed and glanced at the clock as he felt the start of a headache coming on.
It was Friday. Not just any Friday, but the Friday before the break. Soon he could get some apparently much needed rest, relaxation, and enjoy some time with his friends.
He glanced down at the notes that he was halfheartedly taking. He had gotten quite good at taking down notes without really paying attention. A talent that Daisuke had insisted was the best line of defense against sudden teacher attacks. He would have to thank Daisuke later for the lessons.
The backpack at his feet moved slightly, nudging up against his leg. He hadn’t wanted to worry Wormmon anymore than he already was. He wasn’t even sure that there was even something to worry over. After all, he had done his homework and done a pretty good job of it too. Not to mention the fact that he had aced a test and pulled his grades up out of the gutter in a single day. He was sure that all stressed out students suffered memory lapses from time to time with lack of sleep.
But those people don’t lose whole days! He was getting tired of the little nagging voice in the back of his head.
The bag almost seemed to sense his thoughts and nudged his foot again. Ken carefully reached down inside the bag and gave Wormmon a reassuring pat on the head before he pulled out an eraser to cover his movements should anyone be watching him.
He sighed heavily as he looked back down at his notebook. The teacher was reading from some book that he would eventually have to write another report over. With any luck, he wouldn’t have to write it over the break, but so far his luck hadn’t exactly been the best.
He blinked sleepily, his eyelids feeling heavy as he struggled to stay focused.
There was an odd sound like the click of a record skipping ahead. The teacher was now at the blackboard in the middle of writing out a long sentence. Ken blinked and glanced around. He could have sworn that the teacher had been standing in front of his desk just a moment ago.
He looked down at his notes, startled to see that he was already on the next page. His pencil paused just over the paper, waiting for the next order.
Slowly, he looked back through the papers, reading over his painfully neat and meticulous handwriting.
Did I fall asleep? If I did… Why did I keep writing? He nervously brushed his hair back out of his eyes and glanced around. At least no one had noticed. If he’d learned to write in his sleep, he’d definitely have to thank Daisuke later.
Ken shook his head in an effort to try to wake up and pay attention, and then continued to write slowly.
There was another click and jump in sound.
The bell was just finished ringing and everyone was standing up, getting ready to leave.
Ken looked around in disbelief. This time he was positive that he hadn’t fallen asleep. He looked down at his desk, taking in how his notebook and pencil were neatly set to the side as if mocking him. A single piece of paper was sitting in front of him with something heavily etched onto the back.
He swallowed hard and stared at the paper. Something was telling him that the answer to everything was waiting just on the other side; he had a strong feeling that he did not want to know what it was.
All he would have to do now would be to get up and walk away without looking. Just walk away and pretend that everything was fine.
The classroom was quickly emptying and the teacher was wiping down the board, all of them oblivious to the boy in the back that was slowly breaking down.
His fingers traced the edges of the paper as he carefully turned it over.
The large angry letters looked back up at him tauntingly. It was his hand writing, but it was not the carefully smooth and perfect marks that he was used to; these characters cut deeply into the paper like angry scars.
Something in the back of his mind snapped.
Slowly, Ken got up and put his things into his bag, careful of Wormmon.
His fingers closed on the paper tightly, crushing it in a fist as he exited the classroom.
The halls were thinning out quickly as Ken made his way outside, blind to the other students around him. Once outside, Wormmon peered out of the bag up at Ken.
“Ken?” The world seemed muffled in comparison to the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. “Ken? Is school over?”
His mouth felt too dry and his voice was a quiet whisper as he answered. “Yes, Wormmon. School is over. Go back inside before someone sees you.” He sounded far calmer than he felt.
Wormmon hesitated before he slowly disappeared back into the bag obediently.
Ken was barely aware of where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. To go somewhere quiet… To just stop thinking.
The paper in his hand crinkled slightly as his grip tightened around it.
What’s happening to me?
Distantly he could hear someone laughing as he struggled to fight against something he couldn’t see but could feel.
He refused to understand the angry black letters on the paper. Somehow he knew that if he let them in, they would rip him in half and he would never be whole again.
“Are you awake, Ken? I am.”
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Disclaimer: According to Wikipedia: Akiyoshi Hongo was the creator of the Digimon concept. Bandai, Saban Entertainment and various other entities that are not me own Digimon. I am in no way making money off of this and am strictly using the characters and world for my own fan based fiction.
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