Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing ❯ Daisuke ( Chapter 3 )

The Missing

Chapter 3 - Daisuke

By: eternalsailorsolarwind

Disclaimer: Still owned by Fox, Saban, et al. I just write fanfics with the characters.

A/N: Still dark, and this chapter will be especially dark. All of the warnings are still in effect from Chapter 1. The POV has changed again, to Daisuke. If you have trouble with yaoi, child abuse, incest, and implied/stated rape, please do not continue reading.

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My feet hurt. Actually, my whole body was one big, gigantic ache. I had been walking for hours, not because I thought it would help my hurt body, but because I was afraid to try and sit down. I glared at yet another person staring at my bruised face. What, they thought I =didn't= know it looked like I was used as a punching bag?

My backpack started to jiggle on my back, and I looked over my shoulder. Chibimon nosed his head out and looked at me. "Daiuske, I'm hungry." My poor Digimon sounded pathetic instead of the ball of fire that he usually was. Not that I could blame him.

After..after, I found him lying on the floor of the kitchen. Out cold. Turns out my mother knocked him out before he could try to save me. Now he had a big, ugly, purple bump on his head. It clashed with his blue and white fur something awful. "Okay, buddy. There's a store up the road. I'll get you something there."

He nodded slowly, like it hurt his head. It probably did. I had tried to help him as much as I could, but what did I know about Digimon medicine? Chibimon got back down in the backpack. I sighed. My life was seriously messed up.

After buying both of us some food, I turned into an alley. It would be easier for Chibimon to eat without being seen. He got out of my backpack and ate his food, including his usual chocolate bar. We ate in silence, me standing up. I was still afraid to sit down. That's a laugh isn't it? Me, the holder of the Digimental of Courage was scared to do something as simple as sitting down.

Chibimon finished eating, and leaned against my leg, looking up at me with sad eyes. He looked a little better, definitely more awake. "Daisuke, sit down. You need to rest."

I shook my head. "I'm fine, Chibimon. I don't want to sit down."

"Please Daisuke," he pleaded, his eyes huge and watery. He's too kawaii for his own good. And he knows it. "For me?"

I sighed in defeat. "Okay Chibimon. But just for a few minutes."

So I gingerly sat down. I knew it was a mistake even before all of my weight was on the ground. Pain shot straight through my insides, like tiny claws trying to dig their way out of me. I gasped and curled up into a little ball, trying to get the pain to go away. Hoping it would either go away or let me die.

"Daisuke!" Chibimon cried out. "Daisuke, what's wrong?" He was panicking. He didn't know about what Dad did.

I opened my eyes, which I hadn't remembered closing. He was terrified to see me like this. I had to show him I was okay. I just hoped I hadn't started bleeding again. That would really scare him. "It's all right, Chibimon. I'll be okay."

"You're not okay! You're hurt! We should have gone to Ken's instead of walking all day, Daisuke! He would have fixed it!" Tears spilled from his eyes, and he hugged my arm.

Ken. I wished I could see him. But now…I can't ever see him again. I'll have to tell Chibimon eventually, but not when he's like this. I slowly started to un-ball myself, stopping and resting every time I twinged. "He can't fix this, Chibimon," I told him. And then I whispered to myself, "And I don't think he'd want to even try."

By now I was actually sitting up, more or less normally. I was panting though, and I felt strange inside. Chibimon looked sad, but anger was starting to take over. "What did your father do that could hurt you so much? And why did he do it?"

I looked at him, wondering what I could tell him. I knew he wouldn't understand what rape is. He was still having problems with the way my parents disciplined me and Jun.

* "This is what you want, right? Why are you screaming? You said you were gay, so this must be what you want." *

I whimpered at my father's voice running through my head. Chibimon crawled into my lap, causing another wave of pain to shoot through me, and nuzzled me like Minomon rubbed up against Ken. "Let me help you, Daisuke!"

I lifted the little Digimon into my arms and hugged him to my chest, one of the few places that didn't feel raw. I looked into his eyes, and he said, "Please, Daisuke?" And so I told him.

He didn't understand the whole thing, but I knew he wouldn't. But I got my point across. Rape is bad, it hurts, and parents aren't supposed to do it to their children. He's torn between wanting to comfort me, and going to bite my father's head off. But I made him promise not to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. Ever.

I managed to haul myself up from the ground. I knew if I sat there much longer I was going to have a problem getting back up. It's still hard, and I'm covered in sweat and shaking by the time I was standing up. Chibimon looked worried at my weakness, but I shrugged it off.

"I'll be fine, Chibimon. It's just going to take a little while."

I moved around a little, trying to get my stiffening muscles to work without too much pain. I motioned for Chibimon to get back in my backpack. It was time to go to the only place I knew I'd be safe. The Digital World.

I told Chibimon that we were going to the school and use the computers.

"But Daisuke, why don't we just go to Ken's? He'll make things right," said Chibimon.

"No, Chibimon, he can't," I replied sadly. "It'll never be right again. Let's go."

I heaved the backpack on, and turned back to the main street. I walked a few steps, and then heard a familiar voice shout, "Oi, Daisuke! Wait up!"

I turned around and saw Miyako and Hikari coming towards me. I knew they would wonder why I hadn't been in class today, but I waited anyway. But once they got close, and I saw the worry on their faces, I realized they knew. So I bolted the other way. I heard them shout my name again, but just kept running.

I stopped about a block away, in too much pain to continue. I leaned against a building, trying to catch my breath. The air felt like fire in my lungs, but I gulped it in anyway. I took another step and fell to my knees. I had nothing left.

Still gasping for air, trying to get up, I heard several pairs of feet run up to me. Then I was swept up into a rough hug. One that hurt like Hell. I tried to gasp from the pain, but ended up choking on it instead. I knew who it was, how could I ever forget what Ken felt like? His breath was harsh in my ears, as he panted my name over and over again.

"It's going to be okay, Daisuke. I'm going to make it better," Ken whispered in my ear, as he stroked the back of my head. "He's not going to hurt you ever again."

And then I slumped against Ken and started to cry.

To be continued….