Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Just One of Those Weeks ❯ Realizations ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: O_O! I can't believe I actually managed to finish this chapter!! I'm so happy! *dances* I started it right after posting the third chapter, but I've been working on so much other stuff that I kinda forgot about it. And I'm kicking myself for that, especially now that I know where this is going...well, sort of. More than I did before, anyways. There's not much to say, other than that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. But, then again, neither does the Chicago-area UPN station, but they seem to think its fine to act like they do, and not show frontier in any, much less the correct, order. So I think I can pretend I own it too. =P

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the Kaiser's face. Three thin, fresh scratches now ran across cheek, from his ear and stopping a little short of his lips. Quite a site, really. I wasn't too keen on being extremely amused by it however; Ken was quite upset now, and seemed ready to kill.

"My..my face," he was half snarling, half whimpering. "You..you cut my face.."

Daisuke grinned and glanced back towards me. "I think I like being my digimon."

Unfortunately, Ken saw and took advantage of Daisuke's self-distraction. Daisuke spun backwards, from the force of Ken's blow, and landed face down in the dirt. Daisuke pulled himself up on all fours, but didn't turn to face the Kaiser. Ken glared down at him before I saw him bring the heel of his boot down on Daisuke's back, forcing him to fall flat again.

"Don't ever touch my face."

I moved closer to them, not sure of what I could do, but knowing all the same that I had to do something. Ken definitely saw me move, but ignored it. I figured that gave me some kind of advantage.

While I pondered my options, Daisuke was attempting to beat Ken on his own. He had obviously not considered forming any kind of plan before simply going at it. I decided I had to take matters into my own hands.

I moved around them until I was behind Ken. This was going to be a test of my new powers, and I was putting much more faith in my new bodily enhancements than I think was safe. Fortunately for me, I was more or less correct about what I was now able to do. I launched myself at Ken from behind, the crown of my head hitting him square in the small of the back. Daisuke fell back as Ken rolled to the side, in what I'm sure was a considerable amount of pain.

"Whoa," Daisuke stood up and came to my side, staring at where Ken was sprawled. "Thanks, I guess."

"You guess?" I looked up at him; I'm sure my annoyance was making itself quite clear. "You were getting your ass kicked, and you guess you thank me?"

He hung his head. "Yeah, okay, so you're right. Can we not talk about it?"

I smiled at his false pride. "Even if I wanted to, Daisuke, I don't think we could. Look."

I pointed at Ken, who was standing up, a little shakily, but never the less recovering. He didn't look like he was going to continue the fight, though. He turned to face us, a very nasty look crossing his face as he turned and stalked off.

"Geez, even I can admit when I've lost a fight," Daisuke gave Ken's wake a disapproving look. "He just left without saying anything."

"Despite what he says, he's no more grown up than any of us," I turned back to where the brief battle had just taken place. "We should go back."

"Yeah, we should," he was back next to me again, but looking at me this time. "Where's the gate?"

"This way I think," I starting walking. "It shouldn't be very far. We were barely here five minutes before Ken found us."

We found the gate after about that much walking. Daisuke looked as relieved as I felt. We went through, finding a dark and empty room.

"Somehow this room is hardly more welcoming than the digital world right now."

"Yeah," Daisuke nodded in agreement. "And that probably isn't a good omen."

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"I can't believe you went in there by yourselves!"

"Oh, shut up, Takeru."

It had been two days since Daisuke and I had done that, but the group hadn't found out until before we had all gone into the Digital World earlier that day. Everyone else had left except me, Takeru and Daisuke. It seemed like nothing had changed between the two of them since, either; they had been bickering the entire time we'd been in the Digital World, and were still at it. Except now I was involved.

"Daisuke, you know the rules!"

"Yeah, and what's your point? Its kind of late to change things now."

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore them as they argued. Of course, it was no use.

"Would you both shut up?"

They both stared at me. Takeru spoke first.

"He broke the rules, Iori." Takeru turned his glare back to Daisuke. "Just stay out of it."

"Why should he? He was there too, you know," Daisuke's expression turned to a serious kind of angry, aimed at Takeru. "He has a right to be involved."

"Somehow Daisuke, I don't think he's stupid enough to pull a stunt like that of his own accord."

There was a loud sound, specifically, the sound of Daisuke's fist meeting Takeru's face.

"Shut up, Takeru."

I was glad, very glad, that the girls hadn't been there to see that. But then again, it might not have happened if Miyako had been there to referee. I watched as Takeru caught himself on the desk behind him, and straighten up. Daisuke looked extremely indignant, and very ready to throw another punch if need be. Takeru could very obviously see this, but at the same time, didn't seem to care. He threw himself at Daisuke, and they both fell to the floor. It took very little time for Daisuke to gain the upper hand.

"You don't know how to take a hint, do you?" He asked, pinning Takeru down.

"I guess," Takeru paused, and pushed Daisuke off him. "I don't."

Daisuke glared at him, but instead of continuing the fight, he stood up. "I'm out of here. I've had enough of you for day."

He picked up his backpack, and waved back to me as he left. Takeru didn't get up, or even attempt to draw Daisuke into a second round; he simply stared at Daisuke, an unreadable look on his face. After I heard the door close behind Daisuke, I turned my attention to Takeru. He gave me a blank look, but continued to stay on the floor.

"Are you going to get up?"

"What's it to you?"

I frowned; I had been hoping he might tell me what his real issue was, but it didn't seem like he was going to start talking anytime soon. He looked away from me when he saw me frown, his expression softening a little.

"Sorry."

"For what?" I blinked, feeling a little shocked to hear him say that.

"I shouldn't have told you to butt out before," he turned his head back to face me, and genuinely apologetic look on his face.

"Oh," I nodded, hoping he would take it as a forgiving gesture. "I think Daisuke would appreciate hearing that more than I would, though."

"Well, I don't think that will happen anytime soon, okay?"

"I wish it would, but I can see that nothing I could say would make you change your mind," I was wishing I hadn't been so forgiving now. "And that is especially annoying, since I can't see how you could have any kind of viable reason to be acting like that towards him."

"That's an awful lot for you to assume," he glanced at me, looking insulted by my assumptions. "Especially since you never asked to hear my side."

"I didn't think you wanted to tell me," I was being honest; I'm not sure if he could tell. "But I'll listen if you want to tell me your side."

"That would be nice," Takeru nodded a little, then stood up. Walking over to me, he continued. "I just hope you'll be able to listen objectively."