Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Life Game ❯ Involvement Is Good ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: belladonna fait 
People! more people!
I introduce some more of the 'destined.
I get corny, i add some pastings.. read me. review me.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Cyberpunk | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.12.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 352 | Status: Work In Progress
People! more people!
I introduce some more of the 'destined.
I get corny, i add some pastings.. read me. review me.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Cyberpunk | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.12.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 352 | Status: Work In Progress
Life Game
Bella - i really dont know how to go about this story
Ken - i suggest kensuke
Davis - hey! Whatta bout daiken?
Bella - great lot of help you two are..
Ken - she doesnt own digimon..
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After much consideration, i have finally updated...enjoy.
( these little signs ** will mean a dream. hence **blah blah blah** <-- is a dream.)
"What the hell did you do to him?" Miyako screeched, hand and knife at Ken's throat
The indigio haired boy opened and shut his mouth, trying to think of a way to explain the predicament.
"I didnt do anything to him." He thought about it. "Well, I *did* sort of make him fall out of the window. And I *did* trip him. But I didnt do *this* to him!" The lavender haired wild child growled at him, and looked at Daisuke, who was unconcious in an unorganized heap on the carpetted floor.
Ken, sensing her distraction, slipped sideways out of her grasp and knocked her to the carpet, deftly confiscating every knife she pulled.
"Im sorry, But you are not helping the situation." Ken said calmly, matter-of-factly, as he sat on her back, holding her hands tightly.
Miyako's eyes widened as he picked up one of her knives, but she relaxed when all he did was cut a strip of fabric off the bottom of her (well, Daisuke's.) robe, and use them to tie her hands and feet up. Held immobile, Miyako could only watch as Ken gently (but not with out some trouble) picked the unconcious Daisuke up and carried him
further into the apartment.
~;~;~:~
Koushirou 'Izzy' Izumi unlocked the front door to the Ichijouji mansion, then locked it again after he had stepped in. It was late, around two in the morning, but Izzy moved as spritely, and alert, as if it was lunch time, instead of the dead of the night. Dressed in a black suit, with black shirt and tie, Izzy had bright crimson hair, and a half lidded brown eyes, that made him look half asleep, even though he never missed a thing.
The first thing 'odd' that Izzy noticed was the drip of blood polished slate floor, another a few metres on. Calmly, Izzy traced the blood to a back room that Osamu often used for interrogation.
He reached the door and pushed it open, and a slight smile played on his lips as he found a semi-concious Osamu on the floor, splashes of blood and pieces of china all over the floor.Izzy stepped over the small pool of blood, careful not to get splashes on his shoes, and casually checked Osamu for injury.
All he could find was a hairline cut, which Izzy deduced was from the shattered vase. Izzy looked at the bloody mess then at his pristinely clean suit, then sighed, he hated getting dirty, but a job was a job, twenty four hours a day. The red headed man helped Osamu up, the bluenette mumbling angrily, and incoherently, whilst Izzy avoided the 'messy' bits of Osamu.
"Find him!" Osamu commanded, the first intelligible words. Izzy looked at his boss.
"Find who, exactly?" He asked calmly. Osamu turned bleary, unfocused eyes onto his own personal hitman.
"The bastard who did this! The fucking arsehole who got Ken!" Izzy raised his eyebrows as the last statement.
So. Someone had Ken, Izzy couldn't imagine that going down too well.
"How did he 'get' Ken?" Izzy asked, persisting with his calm, almost lazy voice. "They'd have to know about him first, and even then, it wouldnt be easy to kidnap him. This house has sufficient security to prevent this sort of thing."
Osamu shook his head slowly.
"Not kidnapped." He said huskily, as though the words themselves hurt. Izzy didnt bat an eye at this new information.
"Interesting." He murmured. "Did this intruder get what he wanted?"
"I dont know what he wanted." Izzy shrugged, looking carefully at the blood on the floor, much too much for Osamu's head wound.
"You had him?" Osamu nodded angrily, and tried to stalk out of the room, only to slip in the blood, flicking it in all directions.
"The computer surveilance have a picture of him." The blunette stated, but Izzy wasnt listening.
A speck of blood was on his left trouser leg.
Izzy frowned at the stain, the first emotion that had crossed his face, he sighed, then followed Osamu out of the room.
A well manicured nail, laquered a hot pink, tapped impatiently on the hard wooden arm rest of her chair. Big hazel eyes, glitter sparkling on the eye lids, regarded the man in front of her.
"So." She said, her voice was rich and condescending. The girl was extremely pretty, and petite, soft brown hair fell about her neck, tipped with pink.
"It's nice to see you again, Koush-chan." The girl said endearingly, and the man, Koushirou Izumi, inclined his head.
The girl scowled. "So, this isnt a social visit."
Izzy shook his head, indicating that it wasnt a social visit.
"Then what is it?" She snapped, frustrated by the lack of response from the black suited man.
"Someone broke into Ichijouji's. They think it was you." Izzy said emotionlessly, straight to the point.
The girl's eyes narrowed at the accusation.
"Me?" She asked sweetly. "Why ever would I do that?" Izzy rewarded her with a rare smile.
"Because you," He paused for effect. "You, my dear Hikari, are a lying, double-dealing, dishonest bitch." The girl, Hikari, gave the man in front of her a very grown up smile.
"Oh, Koush-chan, I love it when you talk dirty."
Just seventeen years old, in control of an empire bigger than the mobsters of old, Hikari had no last name, had no past, only the present. Most feared her, everyone stepped lightly around her, all except Izzy. Which was one of the few reasons why the Ichijouji's were dealing with Hikari. The young Empress of all that was corrupt had found the red head amusing, his lack of subservient behaviour and utter fearlessness was refreshing from the hundreds scraping and snivelling.
So she tolerated Ichijouji business, a connection that was profitable for both sides, the bargain was that she would only deal with Izzy, which worked out rather well with Osamu's plans, it wasnt unknown for Hikari to turn suddenly, killing people who had seeked to form an alliance with her.
"Well, I didnt do it." The pink tipped girl said finally. Izzy nodded.
"If you're sure."
"Of course I am!" She snapped, her temper frayed, she very much disliked being accused of double dealing when she hadnt down anything yet!
"If that is the case Ichijouji-san wants you to help find this certain young man." Izzy plucked a folded piece of paper out of a pocket inside of his jacket, and flicked it across, to land on Hikari's lap.
She unfolded it, smoothing out the creases, then smiled.
"Oh, he's cute." She cheerily, as she looked at the blurry picture of a boy being dragged in a door, blood running down the side of his face. Izzy looked skeptical.
"How can you tell?"
The girl shrugged, acting, and looking more like a junior high schooler, instead a underworld queen.
"Trust me on this." She said finally, and it was Izzy's turn to shrug. She stared rapt at the picture. "Can I have him after you're finished with him?"
"I dont think there will be much left when we are finished with him." Izzy said truthfully, and the girl sighed dramaticly.
"That always happens." She looked up at Izzy. "I'll have my best man on it."
Izzy nodded, and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Koush-chan." Hikari called out, Izzy paused. "You have a stain on your pants." Izzy couldnt refrain a shudder and he left, with a merry peal of laughter coming from behind him.
Hikari finally controlled her laughter, she *so* enjoyed ruffling the unruffable Koushiru. She glanced at the photo on her lap, then clapped her hands sharply. A small door to the side of the room, and a short brown haired boy entered.
"Take this."
With a flick of a hand the photo was in the hands of the boy, Hikari gave a frown of displeasure. She hated having to rush things, she hated being made to do anything, and most of all, she hated being woken in the middle of the night to get accused of doing things she hadnt thought of yet.
"I want you to fetch my best man in the morning. And bring him here." She said coldly to the small boy, who nodded.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!" She snapped impatiently.
Once the boy had gone she scowled once more at her surroundings, things werent working to plan, not at all. The Ichijouji connection had been useful, and profitable. But now, now it was getting to be a big pain. First the captured boy, now this new one.
Hikari growled wordlessly to herself as she stood up and pressed a button behind her 'throne'. A wall slid away to her right, revealing a passage way that lead to her chambers.
She sighed, as she shut the wall behind her, making her way towards her bedroom, god she was tired. Everything seemed so tiring now, Hikari smiled as she slipped out of the black dress she had thrown on, when she had ben informed that Koushirou was banging on the door, and pulled a silk negligee over her head.
As the young Queen of corrupt slipped under her bed covers, she wondered if her best man would be good enough.
Sure he had skills, hell, he was better than she was in most areas. But convincing him to work for her wasnt going to be fun, and Hikari had so little fun in her life.
Still, she'd do whatever she had to do.
It didnt make sense. Ken frowned to himself as he watched the other boy sleep. Nothing made sense.
Why had he hit his brother? What had possessed him to dishonour his beloved brother?
More to the point, how could his brother have done such things, to anyone?
Ken didnt understand, all his life, he had been sheltered in the mansion, been sent to private schools that didnt ask questions. Had this sort of thing happened often?
Ken had so many questions for the burgandy haired boy, when he woke.
Thought of the sleeping boy, made Ken turn his eyes back to the sleeping form in front of him.
He looked so much younger, when he wasnt fighting to get away.
Ken wondered what turns life had taken to make this boy what he was today. He had lost quite a bit of blood, Ken could tell by paleness of his tan skin.
Daisuke, thats what he had called himself. Daisuke. Ken bit his lip as he sat down in a chair, still watching Daisuke, recalling how he had stared into Ken's eyes, emotion playing behind those pools of chocolate, emotion that Ken couldnt quite identify.
Ken leant back in his seat, closing his eyes.
Why didnt anything make any sense anymore?
**It was so dark. A hand caught his. Pulling him along.
'Come on' A voice called to him. He knew that voice. His sister! The one who looked after him, and protected him.
'Come on!' This time much more urgent, pulling him along faster. Much faster than his little legs could move.
'No niichan! I cant!' he panted. The hand squeezed his, but didnt slow its pulling.
A scream. He watched in horror as his niichan slipped down.
She was falling down! He opened his mouth to scream but the breath was pushed out of his little body as his sister pulled him down after her.
Tumbling, falling. The shock of cold water as the two children fell into the river.
He couldnt breathe! Struggling, all this water! Where was his niichan?! His scream was cut off as water flowed into his mouth, he couldnt breathe!**
Daisuke sat up violently, dry retching and coughing. His dream was so vivid, he had had it so often. He breathed in deeply, trying to rid himsel fof the feeling of drowning.
A dull throb brought his mind back to the matter at hand, and he looked at his arm. A crude bandage of what looked like a bathrobe was wrapped around it.
Daisuke frowned, his mind struggling to remember what had happened in the haze of pain.
Ken! Ken had taken him home, Ken had saved him... Why? He blinked, his eyes trying to focus in the gloom, someone else was in his room.
On an armchair, curled up, stirring from sleep, was the object of his thoughts. He couldnt have been much older than he, Daisuke decided, as he watched the other boy slowly wake.
Daisuke supposed his coughing and choking had woken the indigo haired boy up.
Ken finally opened his eyes, looking sleepily around the room, obviously not recognizing any of it. His eyes finally rested on Daisuke, but quickly looked away.
An awkward silence fell upon them.
"Why?" Daisuke finally said, breaking the silence.
Ken lowered his head, dark hair covering his face. Mpore silence. Daisuke knew he was staring, but he was determined not ot let the boy get away with not answering him. After, what seemed like hours, Ken opened his mouuth and talked.
"It was wrong." He whispered. "Osamu.. I couldnt.. I dont..." The boy finished brokenly.
Daisuke nodded, surprised hed got an answer at all. He couldnt blame the kid for being confused, Ken obviously had no idea what was going on beneath his nose.
Slowly, painstakingly, Daisuke swung his legs over the edge of the bed, feeling twinges from every injury, from the black eye Yamato had given him to the cuts in his arm.
Biting his lip, Daisuke gingerly pushed himself, slowly, to put weight on his feet. Pain shot up his right leg, and Daisuke stifled a groan as he sat back down.
Ken silently slipped off his chair and came over to Daisuke, offering a pale hand.
The burgandy haired boy eyed the hand suspiciously, as though it might bite. Then, reminding himself that this boy had helped him, and *did* technically save him, though he mightnt have gotten caught if Ken hadnt interfered. He had to trust someone.
A tan hand gripped Ken's, stronger than the pale boy had expected.
Slowly, but assuredly, Daisuke was lifted to his feet, pain shooting through his limbs as weight was applied.
He stumbled. Falling forwards.
Thin arms wrapped around him, holding him up, supporting him. Daisuke looked up, unable to help himself. Shocked purple orbs looked back at him, just a few centimetres away from his own.
And the distance closed.
(a/n - i am getting corny..)
*screams*
And stay tuned for the next episode of Life Game..
(Dont worry the corn leaves now)
~bella
Bella - i really dont know how to go about this story
Ken - i suggest kensuke
Davis - hey! Whatta bout daiken?
Bella - great lot of help you two are..
Ken - she doesnt own digimon..
-------
After much consideration, i have finally updated...enjoy.
( these little signs ** will mean a dream. hence **blah blah blah** <-- is a dream.)
"What the hell did you do to him?" Miyako screeched, hand and knife at Ken's throat
The indigio haired boy opened and shut his mouth, trying to think of a way to explain the predicament.
"I didnt do anything to him." He thought about it. "Well, I *did* sort of make him fall out of the window. And I *did* trip him. But I didnt do *this* to him!" The lavender haired wild child growled at him, and looked at Daisuke, who was unconcious in an unorganized heap on the carpetted floor.
Ken, sensing her distraction, slipped sideways out of her grasp and knocked her to the carpet, deftly confiscating every knife she pulled.
"Im sorry, But you are not helping the situation." Ken said calmly, matter-of-factly, as he sat on her back, holding her hands tightly.
Miyako's eyes widened as he picked up one of her knives, but she relaxed when all he did was cut a strip of fabric off the bottom of her (well, Daisuke's.) robe, and use them to tie her hands and feet up. Held immobile, Miyako could only watch as Ken gently (but not with out some trouble) picked the unconcious Daisuke up and carried him
further into the apartment.
~;~;~:~
Koushirou 'Izzy' Izumi unlocked the front door to the Ichijouji mansion, then locked it again after he had stepped in. It was late, around two in the morning, but Izzy moved as spritely, and alert, as if it was lunch time, instead of the dead of the night. Dressed in a black suit, with black shirt and tie, Izzy had bright crimson hair, and a half lidded brown eyes, that made him look half asleep, even though he never missed a thing.
The first thing 'odd' that Izzy noticed was the drip of blood polished slate floor, another a few metres on. Calmly, Izzy traced the blood to a back room that Osamu often used for interrogation.
He reached the door and pushed it open, and a slight smile played on his lips as he found a semi-concious Osamu on the floor, splashes of blood and pieces of china all over the floor.Izzy stepped over the small pool of blood, careful not to get splashes on his shoes, and casually checked Osamu for injury.
All he could find was a hairline cut, which Izzy deduced was from the shattered vase. Izzy looked at the bloody mess then at his pristinely clean suit, then sighed, he hated getting dirty, but a job was a job, twenty four hours a day. The red headed man helped Osamu up, the bluenette mumbling angrily, and incoherently, whilst Izzy avoided the 'messy' bits of Osamu.
"Find him!" Osamu commanded, the first intelligible words. Izzy looked at his boss.
"Find who, exactly?" He asked calmly. Osamu turned bleary, unfocused eyes onto his own personal hitman.
"The bastard who did this! The fucking arsehole who got Ken!" Izzy raised his eyebrows as the last statement.
So. Someone had Ken, Izzy couldn't imagine that going down too well.
"How did he 'get' Ken?" Izzy asked, persisting with his calm, almost lazy voice. "They'd have to know about him first, and even then, it wouldnt be easy to kidnap him. This house has sufficient security to prevent this sort of thing."
Osamu shook his head slowly.
"Not kidnapped." He said huskily, as though the words themselves hurt. Izzy didnt bat an eye at this new information.
"Interesting." He murmured. "Did this intruder get what he wanted?"
"I dont know what he wanted." Izzy shrugged, looking carefully at the blood on the floor, much too much for Osamu's head wound.
"You had him?" Osamu nodded angrily, and tried to stalk out of the room, only to slip in the blood, flicking it in all directions.
"The computer surveilance have a picture of him." The blunette stated, but Izzy wasnt listening.
A speck of blood was on his left trouser leg.
Izzy frowned at the stain, the first emotion that had crossed his face, he sighed, then followed Osamu out of the room.
A well manicured nail, laquered a hot pink, tapped impatiently on the hard wooden arm rest of her chair. Big hazel eyes, glitter sparkling on the eye lids, regarded the man in front of her.
"So." She said, her voice was rich and condescending. The girl was extremely pretty, and petite, soft brown hair fell about her neck, tipped with pink.
"It's nice to see you again, Koush-chan." The girl said endearingly, and the man, Koushirou Izumi, inclined his head.
The girl scowled. "So, this isnt a social visit."
Izzy shook his head, indicating that it wasnt a social visit.
"Then what is it?" She snapped, frustrated by the lack of response from the black suited man.
"Someone broke into Ichijouji's. They think it was you." Izzy said emotionlessly, straight to the point.
The girl's eyes narrowed at the accusation.
"Me?" She asked sweetly. "Why ever would I do that?" Izzy rewarded her with a rare smile.
"Because you," He paused for effect. "You, my dear Hikari, are a lying, double-dealing, dishonest bitch." The girl, Hikari, gave the man in front of her a very grown up smile.
"Oh, Koush-chan, I love it when you talk dirty."
Just seventeen years old, in control of an empire bigger than the mobsters of old, Hikari had no last name, had no past, only the present. Most feared her, everyone stepped lightly around her, all except Izzy. Which was one of the few reasons why the Ichijouji's were dealing with Hikari. The young Empress of all that was corrupt had found the red head amusing, his lack of subservient behaviour and utter fearlessness was refreshing from the hundreds scraping and snivelling.
So she tolerated Ichijouji business, a connection that was profitable for both sides, the bargain was that she would only deal with Izzy, which worked out rather well with Osamu's plans, it wasnt unknown for Hikari to turn suddenly, killing people who had seeked to form an alliance with her.
"Well, I didnt do it." The pink tipped girl said finally. Izzy nodded.
"If you're sure."
"Of course I am!" She snapped, her temper frayed, she very much disliked being accused of double dealing when she hadnt down anything yet!
"If that is the case Ichijouji-san wants you to help find this certain young man." Izzy plucked a folded piece of paper out of a pocket inside of his jacket, and flicked it across, to land on Hikari's lap.
She unfolded it, smoothing out the creases, then smiled.
"Oh, he's cute." She cheerily, as she looked at the blurry picture of a boy being dragged in a door, blood running down the side of his face. Izzy looked skeptical.
"How can you tell?"
The girl shrugged, acting, and looking more like a junior high schooler, instead a underworld queen.
"Trust me on this." She said finally, and it was Izzy's turn to shrug. She stared rapt at the picture. "Can I have him after you're finished with him?"
"I dont think there will be much left when we are finished with him." Izzy said truthfully, and the girl sighed dramaticly.
"That always happens." She looked up at Izzy. "I'll have my best man on it."
Izzy nodded, and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Koush-chan." Hikari called out, Izzy paused. "You have a stain on your pants." Izzy couldnt refrain a shudder and he left, with a merry peal of laughter coming from behind him.
Hikari finally controlled her laughter, she *so* enjoyed ruffling the unruffable Koushiru. She glanced at the photo on her lap, then clapped her hands sharply. A small door to the side of the room, and a short brown haired boy entered.
"Take this."
With a flick of a hand the photo was in the hands of the boy, Hikari gave a frown of displeasure. She hated having to rush things, she hated being made to do anything, and most of all, she hated being woken in the middle of the night to get accused of doing things she hadnt thought of yet.
"I want you to fetch my best man in the morning. And bring him here." She said coldly to the small boy, who nodded.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!" She snapped impatiently.
Once the boy had gone she scowled once more at her surroundings, things werent working to plan, not at all. The Ichijouji connection had been useful, and profitable. But now, now it was getting to be a big pain. First the captured boy, now this new one.
Hikari growled wordlessly to herself as she stood up and pressed a button behind her 'throne'. A wall slid away to her right, revealing a passage way that lead to her chambers.
She sighed, as she shut the wall behind her, making her way towards her bedroom, god she was tired. Everything seemed so tiring now, Hikari smiled as she slipped out of the black dress she had thrown on, when she had ben informed that Koushirou was banging on the door, and pulled a silk negligee over her head.
As the young Queen of corrupt slipped under her bed covers, she wondered if her best man would be good enough.
Sure he had skills, hell, he was better than she was in most areas. But convincing him to work for her wasnt going to be fun, and Hikari had so little fun in her life.
Still, she'd do whatever she had to do.
It didnt make sense. Ken frowned to himself as he watched the other boy sleep. Nothing made sense.
Why had he hit his brother? What had possessed him to dishonour his beloved brother?
More to the point, how could his brother have done such things, to anyone?
Ken didnt understand, all his life, he had been sheltered in the mansion, been sent to private schools that didnt ask questions. Had this sort of thing happened often?
Ken had so many questions for the burgandy haired boy, when he woke.
Thought of the sleeping boy, made Ken turn his eyes back to the sleeping form in front of him.
He looked so much younger, when he wasnt fighting to get away.
Ken wondered what turns life had taken to make this boy what he was today. He had lost quite a bit of blood, Ken could tell by paleness of his tan skin.
Daisuke, thats what he had called himself. Daisuke. Ken bit his lip as he sat down in a chair, still watching Daisuke, recalling how he had stared into Ken's eyes, emotion playing behind those pools of chocolate, emotion that Ken couldnt quite identify.
Ken leant back in his seat, closing his eyes.
Why didnt anything make any sense anymore?
**It was so dark. A hand caught his. Pulling him along.
'Come on' A voice called to him. He knew that voice. His sister! The one who looked after him, and protected him.
'Come on!' This time much more urgent, pulling him along faster. Much faster than his little legs could move.
'No niichan! I cant!' he panted. The hand squeezed his, but didnt slow its pulling.
A scream. He watched in horror as his niichan slipped down.
She was falling down! He opened his mouth to scream but the breath was pushed out of his little body as his sister pulled him down after her.
Tumbling, falling. The shock of cold water as the two children fell into the river.
He couldnt breathe! Struggling, all this water! Where was his niichan?! His scream was cut off as water flowed into his mouth, he couldnt breathe!**
Daisuke sat up violently, dry retching and coughing. His dream was so vivid, he had had it so often. He breathed in deeply, trying to rid himsel fof the feeling of drowning.
A dull throb brought his mind back to the matter at hand, and he looked at his arm. A crude bandage of what looked like a bathrobe was wrapped around it.
Daisuke frowned, his mind struggling to remember what had happened in the haze of pain.
Ken! Ken had taken him home, Ken had saved him... Why? He blinked, his eyes trying to focus in the gloom, someone else was in his room.
On an armchair, curled up, stirring from sleep, was the object of his thoughts. He couldnt have been much older than he, Daisuke decided, as he watched the other boy slowly wake.
Daisuke supposed his coughing and choking had woken the indigo haired boy up.
Ken finally opened his eyes, looking sleepily around the room, obviously not recognizing any of it. His eyes finally rested on Daisuke, but quickly looked away.
An awkward silence fell upon them.
"Why?" Daisuke finally said, breaking the silence.
Ken lowered his head, dark hair covering his face. Mpore silence. Daisuke knew he was staring, but he was determined not ot let the boy get away with not answering him. After, what seemed like hours, Ken opened his mouuth and talked.
"It was wrong." He whispered. "Osamu.. I couldnt.. I dont..." The boy finished brokenly.
Daisuke nodded, surprised hed got an answer at all. He couldnt blame the kid for being confused, Ken obviously had no idea what was going on beneath his nose.
Slowly, painstakingly, Daisuke swung his legs over the edge of the bed, feeling twinges from every injury, from the black eye Yamato had given him to the cuts in his arm.
Biting his lip, Daisuke gingerly pushed himself, slowly, to put weight on his feet. Pain shot up his right leg, and Daisuke stifled a groan as he sat back down.
Ken silently slipped off his chair and came over to Daisuke, offering a pale hand.
The burgandy haired boy eyed the hand suspiciously, as though it might bite. Then, reminding himself that this boy had helped him, and *did* technically save him, though he mightnt have gotten caught if Ken hadnt interfered. He had to trust someone.
A tan hand gripped Ken's, stronger than the pale boy had expected.
Slowly, but assuredly, Daisuke was lifted to his feet, pain shooting through his limbs as weight was applied.
He stumbled. Falling forwards.
Thin arms wrapped around him, holding him up, supporting him. Daisuke looked up, unable to help himself. Shocked purple orbs looked back at him, just a few centimetres away from his own.
And the distance closed.
(a/n - i am getting corny..)
*screams*
And stay tuned for the next episode of Life Game..
(Dont worry the corn leaves now)
~bella