Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Life Game ❯ Chapter 3

Life Game

Belladonna - I dont own digimon

Ken - How come i dont exist?

Davis - Yeah i want to know that too

Bella - all will be explained.. maybe..

It was pretty dark as Daisuke sat on the top of a wall. He wished he had realised that it was nearly a new moon, before he had started on this stupid task.

"Let's kick it up." He muttered to himself then swung a rope silently around his head and let it fly. A light thunk, as the grappling hook hit the dragon on the roof and caught on it. Daisuke tested the tension and gave a half prayer to a god, hoping it would hold. The rope held and the stealth thief hit the house wall, nearly dropping his grip on the rope from the impact.

I should've practiced more. Daisuke told himself as he swung across to the second story window ledge and propped himself onto it. He unzipped his backpack and got a small glasscutter out of the bag. Scanning the sill, he saw where the lock latch was and cut the glass just above it. He stuck his fingers in and unlatched the lock the slid the window up slowly. He wound the rope into a coil and hung it next to the window.

The window squeaked a bit as Daisuke slid it back down, and he looked around. The room looked like a living room, which set Daisuke's nerves on an edge. What was this obviously lived in room doing in a section of the house where supposedly no one went? Promising to himself to be very quiet he sneaked across the room and through the door into a hall. The next room he had to go through was a round room with bookcases on all walls and a table in the middle. Daisuke crept to the next door and picked the lock on it, when he found it locked. He found himself presented with another hall, he quickly went to the Mains door and had to pick that lock as well. Once in he shut the door and then locked it from the inside, hoping it would give him time to hide if someone came, but he doubted it. He quickly swung into the chair in front of the computers, which were steadily humming, he thanked a computer deity that computers like these were kept on all the time. He searched their mainframe and performed a few technicalities to get into the sealed sections.

Finally he pulled up dealings with the local Queen of the Underworld Hikari, who dealt everything you could imagine and had a nasty habit of not dealing fairly. A log mentioned a 'buyer' that had been caught.

"Fuck!" Daisuke swore a bit louder than he intended to as he realised that was all he was going to find out. Great he thought, now I have go torture some poor idiot for information. He quickly deleted the time log, effectively deleting all traces of himself and stole out of the room, backtracking into the thick walled part of the house. The library looked kind of spooky and Daisuke swore silently as he kicked his foot on a chair leg.

Then he froze, he couldn't remember the chair being there before. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a shadow movement, and shifted out of the way as a fist barely missed him. He sprung back trying to get a good look at his attacker, the shadows hugged him though, and all Daisuke saw was a tall shadow with dark hair. He ducked as the attacker came towards him again and dashed for the door and was caught by a foot in the back. He rolled over and tried to get up and rush away, but the foot planted it self on his chest, pinning him there. He forced his hands around the foot and twisted it, pushing his assailant off balance and Daisuke made a second dash for the door when the attacker regained his balance and threw a punch into Daisuke's already bruised cheek.

Daisuke struggled weakly until he felt the cold steel of a knife being held to his throat. The attacker grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled Daisuke to his feet, keeping the knife deadly still on his neck. The moonlight shined onto the face of other and Daisuke's eyes widened as he saw perfectly straight blue hair surrounding a pale face of a boy.

This boy was an Ichijouji, the blue hair and pale skin were trademark looks of the Ichijouji's, but that was impossible, they only had one son, didnt they?

"What are you doing here?" The voice was surprisingly deep for a such a lithe slim boy, Daisuke stared back into the light indigo eyes of the other boy, but said nothing. "Do I summon my brother, or will you tell me who you are, and what you doing in our house?" The boy said quietly.

"Who are you?" Daisuke said, for lack of a good lie to tell. The boy looked at him and for a minute the knife's pressure increased, then he relaxed.

"My name is Ichijouji Ken. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The boy, Ken, dragged Daisuke over to the library's door and shut it quietly, the dragged him into the living room and threw him down on a couch. Daisuke felt his eye, he could feel it getting all puffy, again. Ken looked at him expectantly, and Daisuke looked back him, noting how well the boy held himself, trying not to see how beautiful the boy was. Daisuke pulled his eyes to the door he'd just been dragged through.

"He wont come. Unless you displease me."

"Displease you?" Daisuke grinned, Ken was acting as though he'd been invited in, not dragged in.

"So you do talk. What is your name?"

"What are you going to do with me?" Ken frowned when his question wasn't answered.

"I dont know. Osamu will not be pleased if he finds out you have been here." Daisuke looked at him, wondering if that was an implied threat.

"My name's Daisuke. Im here to find someone."

"Then what were you doing with the computers?"

"I dont know where he is. But supposedly your brother has him. Somewhere." Ken bit his lip and frowned to himself as he thought, which Daisuke thought looked cute, then was angry at himself for thinking that of someone who was threatening him. A light flicked on in the library, the bright light shined under the door. Kens eyes flung open and he grabbed Daisuke and pulled him into another room, which turned out to be a bedroom.

"Quickly, under the bed." He snapped shoving Daisuke to the bed. Ken quickly jumped into the bed and a second later the door opened and from Daisuke's vantage spot under the bed, he saw Ichijouji Osamu walk into the room. Ken sat up and looked at Osamu with a confused look on his face.

"Security saw someone sneaking around outside. Anything happened here?" Osamu looked alot like his younger brother, except his blue black hair was spiked up and he wore an expression of distaste like most people wore a smile. Ken shook his head, and yawned. Osamu smiled.

"You'd better sleep little brother." he said kindly and switched the light off and shut the door. Daisuke sat silent for a minute then climber out from his hiding place. As he stood up Ken pushed him so he sat down on the bed.

"Give me your hands." Daisuke didnt move and Ken grabbed them, wrapping them with a cord.

"Hey." Daisuke said indignantly as he tried to struggle. Ken held his hands an iron tight grip.

"I dont trust you."

"Well, buddy, if you really want to know, I dont exactly trust you." Footsteps sounded outside of the door and the handle turned slowly. Daisuke froze but Ken pushed him down and lay down so close to him that he was almost on top of him.

"You sure you're okay Ken?" Osamu asked as he opened the door again. Ken looked up at his brother, careful not to move much.

"Yes Osamu. Good night." Osamu nodded.

"Goodnight." He agreed and left again. Daisuke stared up into Kens eyes, frozen by those light purple irises.

"Uh, can I get up now?"

"What? Oh sorry." Ken let Daisuke sit up. The red headed boy looked at Ken for a minute, he had to get out of here, he didnt want to hurt this kid, after all he had helped, but Ken wasn't going to let him go. Daisuke grabbed a heavy book off of the bedside table and brought it down on Ken's head. His knees buckled and he hit the floor as Daisuke ran out of the room and opened the window. He hoisted himself out and uncoiled the rope. He had planned to climb down to the ground then climb the wall from the ground, but he hadnt planned on being in such a rush to get away. Daisuke stood up on the sill and started to swing towards the wall.

A slim pale hand reached out and grabbed his foot, causing him to jerk in the air and lose his grip on the rope. Air whistled past his ears as Daisuke felt himself falling down, then a flash of pain and blackness over took him.

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Bella - sorry for the cliff hanger.. any ways. in the following chapters : semi - torture and mentions of Kensuke and Yamakeru and Mimsamu (or what ever thats called. osami sounds just as bad....) and all sorts of pairings.. ill give you an official warning later.