Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Saved By Love ❯ Rescue Mission II ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: leafmon1995

Time is of the essence. Yamato search for his love. Ken worries about what torture he will go through next. Will he survive before help arrives?

Warning: scene contains rape

Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Angst / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.03.2015 | Updated On: 08.07.2015 | Pages: 10 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 142 | Status: Completed

Chapter 10: Rescue Mission II

How could he have been so stupid? Of course they would hide there. It was the last place they would of looked. Myotismon had lived in that castle for a while before his defeat. Bad memories surrounded that castle for many digimon and humans alike. Myotismon had used this castle to torture many of his servants and had used the portal in this castle to travel to the Human World. After Myotismon's defeat in the Human World many of his servants and followers stayed in the castle and continue his legacy. When Myotismon resurrected and was defeated for a second time his servants and followers abandon the castle altogether.

The European castle looked worn and broken from lack of use and climate change. Many parts of the castle walls were gone or crumbed to the ground below. It looked like no one was using the abandon castle. But that was probably what the enemy wanted them to think. Yamato remembered the first time they entered this castle. The castle look normal on the outside but was like crazy maze on the inside that defied the laws of physics. He remembered when at one point they were able to walk on the walls and ceilings of the ridicules place.

Yamato stared at the castle as Garurumon jumped over the rubbles of stone and wall. Yamato knew what he was doing was impulsive and very Taichi like. He knew Taichi would hit him over the head and then argue with him for being an idiot. He doesn't understand. When Ken was kidnapped he felt so helpless and then seeing him on the video made those feelings come back. In a way it reminded him of the time when Takeru got hurt in the Digital World. He was helpless back then and almost lost his brother. He wasn't going to let his pride get in the way again. Not when someone he loves is in danger.

Taichi can yell at him all he wants later. Right now he has a boyfriend to save and a human to kill.

***

Ken groans as he was forced to walk the long hall. His body ached all over and it hurt when he moved. The beatings were awful but the rape was damaging. Every time he walked pain shot through his spine. He knew that walking was not helping the lacerations that were within his body.

All Ken wanted to do was sleep and escape all this pain. He wasn't sure how much more abuse he could take. But today was different somehow. The Goddess of Darkness had ordered her henchmen to bring both him and Wormmon to the torture room. He felt sick to his stomach. What torture would he have to go through? Would he be beaten? Would he be forced to have unwanted sex? Would he be forced to watch his digimon get hurt?

No! He would rather die before anything bad happens to his friend. Friend? There were others, right? A boy with goggles and tan skin, another in a green jacket and wonderful smile, and a blond with the bluest eyes that made him want to stare into those blue orbs forever.

Dread filled Ken when he realized that's all he remembered of them. He knew that with every session he has with his father, the Goddess used her darkness to remove pieces of his memory. He had pretty much forgotten everything. The only thing he remembers is his digimon and the three boys. He couldn't remember what their names are and how they are important to him. But he knew that deep down he loved them and that they are searching for him and Wormmon.

This prison was a huge maze that could take weeks, maybe months, to travel. He just hopes that someone out there would find him. He had to believe in that. He would not surrender to the darkness that he was certainly certain of.

***

Yamato glanced at a message he had just received from his extremely, unhappy best friend. Taichi had written a lengthy paragraph on what an idiot he was, and on how on earth he thought it was a good idea to rush to the castle knowing that it could be a trap and blah, blah, blah. Grumbling to himself, Yamato read another message from Taichi, that was just as long saying - no demand him to stay put and wait for him, Daisuke. Hikari, and Takeru. Yamato wasn't sure what was worse: Taichi and his anger or Taichi and his damn leadership and stubbornness. Either way Taichi was annoying both ways.

Ignoring Taichi and his messages, Yamato walked down the hallway until he came upon a door that was different from the others. Garurumon blasted the door before reverting back to Gabumon. The hall behind the door was a long flight of stairs that led down. They never went through this part of the castle before and he had a feeling it led to some kind of dungeon or something.

He looked at his partner for a moment before they started to walk down the stairs, stairs most likely leading to his boyfriend at long last.

***

Ken gasps and cries as his father pounded into his body. It hurt. It felt good. Yet, it hurt.

Ken hated this. His digimon was locked up in a cage and forced to watch his torture session. He could hear his digimon yelling his name and begging for his father to stop. His father ignores his pleas and slams harder and faster into his already weaken body. How much more was he to endure? How long was he to wait until his heroes arrive? Would they ever come for him? Did they even care?

Darkness surrounded him as his doubts grew. It was searching for more memories, more precious memories to take away from him and leave him with none. Ken fought back the Darkness when it tried to take way his memories of his digimon. Those were his memories they cannot have it! It tried to take the one of the three nameless boys that he held but Ken fought it as well. The Darkness cannot have that either! It was his! Angry with his weak resistance and stubbornness it left.

Ken mentally sighed in relief that he had managed to fight Darkness but that was before the pain. Ken cried out as his father began to pump his length. He was close. He knew he was. He felt the pain and then he saw stars. Ken collapsed in exhaustion as his father's soften manhood left his body, allowing his milky white seed and blood to pool under him. Ken looked at his father through blurry eyes to take in his features.

His father was different then he was before. His skin was the same but he had blond hair on half of his head, while the other half was his normal brown hair. His eyes were still black, but they were more calculating and cruel. His father had fangs and demon wings on his back and he was wearing a black leather suit, which was open in certain places, with a red cape attached to it.

Ken watched as his father gave him a scowl. He was not pleased with his resistance to Darkness. Ken barely noticed the whip until he felt the whip come in contact with his skin, along with his digimon's screams. A cry was wrenched from his throat as his father continued to whip him angrily.

“You insolent little brat!”

Crack!

“How dare you-”

Crack!

“-continue to resist me?”

Crack!

“Surrender! There is no hope for you!”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Leave my Ken-chan alone! Sticky net! Sticky thread!”

Ken heard the man that was his father gasp in surprise as he tried to avoid Wormmon's attacks. He wasn't sure how Wormmon managed to get out of the cage but he was glad he did. His vision began to blur as Ken continued to lie on the cold ground. He felt tired as his blood left his weak, broken body and pooled around him. That didn't really matter though; all he wanted to do was sleep and escape. Darkness started to appear in the corners of his vision and started to travel as he felt himself slipping from his body.

Ken barely registered the man trying to hit his digimon with his blood soaked whip. Nor did he register the big metal door being blasted open by blue fire or the huge blue fox and blond boy jumping through the hole and entering the torture room. Before darkness completely engulfed him Ken heard a familiar voice yelling his name in shock, anger, happiness, and fear.

“KEN!”

***

Darkness. He was surrounded in it, but it was a different darkness. It was comforting and safe. It wanted to shield him from the pain and yet wanted him to understand and live. He wasn't sure why but he liked this darkness. It wasn't like the one that was trying to hurt him and steal his memories. No, this one wanted to embrace him and return what was lost.

Ken looked around and noticed that the darkness was moving like a gentle breeze. It swirled around him; beckoning him to go forward. Ken looked at the direction it wanted him to go and saw a small hill, surround by grass and flowers. On the small hill he saw a familiar teenager siting on a bench, looking at the horizon. Ken walked towards the boy, feeling a sense of familiarity.

The familiar boy had navy color hair; much like his own, only it was somewhat spiky. The boy had glasses over his dark purple eyes. He wore a dark green shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. In his hands the boy was holding a bottle of bubble mixture. He was holding a bubble wand near his lips as he tried to blow a bubble. However, the bubble popped before it fully formed and left the wand.

Ken looked curiously at the boy as he took a seat next to him. The boy turned in his seat and met his eyes, smiling warmly at him. The boy dipped the wand back into the bubble mixture and then gave the wand to him. Ken took the wand and stared at it for a second before blowing a bubble. Ken watched as a perfect bubble formed and floated into the air. Ken smiled as the bubble floated away followed by other bubbles that he blew afterwards.

“Still as gentle as I remember, Kenny.” Ken's eyes widen at the name. Only one person ever called him that and that person was the one who had died a long time ago. Warm tears began to falls down his face as memories rushed back to him.

“Niisan?” Osamu Ichijouji smiles at him, his own tears falling down his face, as he puts down the bottle of bubbles and pulls Ken into a hug. Ken returned the embrace as he sobs into his brother's shoulder. “I missed you so much, Niisan.”

“I missed you too, Otouto. I missed you too.” After several minutes of crying to two pull apart to wipe away their tears. “I had a feeling you would remember when you saw me.” Osamu said softly.

“How could I have forgotten about you?” Ken asked, looking down at his hands in shame. Osamu placed his hands on his.

“It's not your fault. You've been through a lot. A lot that I wish I was there to help you with, especially with mom and dad. I'm sorry I never noticed until it was to late.”

Ken looked up at him in confusion. “What you mean, Niisan?”

“Ken, they ignored you when you were younger. I knew it was unfair but maybe you were better off that way.” Osamu frowned sadly. “Mom and dad treated you badly after I died and wanted you to become like me. What they did was unforgivable! I felt so helpless when the Darkness took advantage of you and made you cold. I'm not saying that becoming the Digimon Kaiser was your fault. It wasn't and don't even go there!” Osamu said sternly before he could protest. “You were hurt and alone. I wasn't there when you needed someone to talk to or when you needed help. And I'm sorry for that, but I'm glad there were other people to help you after all.”

Ken felt memories returning to him as his brother spoke. He remembered the things his parents did to him. He remembered his digimon and the horrible things he did as the Digimon Kaiser. He remembered his brother and friends. He even remembers his wonderful grandmother, best friend, and boyfriend. Ken eyes widen when the image of the three boys came to his mind.

The first boy had goggles on his head, he had tan skin, brown eyes, and maroon color hair. He was wearing a flame jacket, yellow t-shirt, and brown shorts. The boy had a familiar goofy smile on this face that said he wanted everyone to laugh and have fun. Ken's eyes stun with tears as he remembers the name of his best friend. “Dai-Daisuke…” The second boy was older then his best friend. This boy had brown, wild hair, brown eyes, and slightly tan skin. He was wearing a green, open jacket that was over a white shirt; grey slacks, and blue and white shoes. Tears fell down Ken's face as he remembers the name of Daisuke's boyfriend. “…Taichi…” The last boy was around the same age as Taichi. He had blond hair and familiar blue eyes. He was wearing a black button shirt, jeans, and black shoes. Ken smiles watery as the name of his soul mate came to him. “Yamato…”

Osamu smiles as he watches his brother regain his memories. He was happy that his little brother had three very good people looking after him, loving him even. He was envious at first when Yamato captured his little brother's heart, but the guy was patient and never pressured his little brother into anything. In fact everything he did was to help his brother heal. Osamu wasn't sure if he approved of three guys in love with his otouto, but if it kept him safe and loved, it really didn't matter. As long as Ken was happy, he was happy.

“Niisan! I remember! I remember!” Ken squealed happily. Osamu could see the clarity in Ken's eyes. He no longer had the fearful look in his eyes before he was kidnapped. Nor did he have that empty and dead look that was present due to his treatment at the hand of his father. No, ex-father. He was glad. His baby brother would be okay.

Osamu placed his hand on his brother's cheek. He didn't want to let him go but it was time. “Ken.” Ken looked at him, wondering what was wrong. His brother looked so sad now. “It's time to wake now. It's time to return home.”

Ken shook his head furiously. “No, Niisan! I just found you! I don't want to lose you again!” Osamu placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

“Ken, I will always be with you here,” placing his hand over Ken's heart. “And here,” tapping Ken's temple lightly. “I will always watch after you, Otouto. But, if you ever need to talk to me or see me, call me in your dream and I will come.” Ken smiled, happy with the answer. “Now it's time to wake up, Ken. I'm sure Ishida-san and Wormmon is very worried about you.” Ken hugged his brother one last time before getting up.

“Thank you, Osamu.”

Osamu nodded and stood up, placing a hand on Ken's shoulder. “Follow the Darkness. It will show you the way home.” Seeing the uncertainty on Ken's face he continued. “Ken, not all Darkness is bad or evil. Darkness is neutral and is needed to keep the balance of good and evil. Be weary of the corrupted darkness, it will try to leave you astray. Follow the neutral Darkness. It will protect you and show you the way.”

Ken processed what his brother said and nodded. The neutral Darkness caressed Ken's cheek as it moved around like a gentle breeze. Feeling safe with this darkness Ken moved in the direction that it beckoned him to go. Moving farther and farther away from his brother and into the light.