Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing ❯ Decisions ( Chapter 6 )

The Missing

Chapter 6 - Decisions

By eternalsailorsolarwind

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A/N: As always, all warnings are still in effect. Back to Ken's POV.

"I need you, Ken."

I woke with a gasp, sitting straight up, hearing Daisuke's voice echo those words through my mind. The dream had been so real. Daisuke, lying asleep in a cold, sterile room. Having a horrible nightmare, then waking up and calling out for me. But it was all a dream.

Minomon was looking up at me, his blue eyes sad. "Ken, what's wrong?"

"I had a dream about Daisuke. He was calling for me, Minomon," I told him. I sighed. "I just wish they hadn't taken him away from me."

Once the police arrived, they had taken our statements, and then called for social services. The social worker had taken one look at Daisuke and told the officers to have Jun taken from the Motomiya apartment. Immediately, if not sooner. And then they whisked him off to the nearest hospital to be treated.

My mother and I had followed, over the protests of the social worker. But Daisuke had yelled at her, and said that he wanted me there. She gave up once she saw the frightened look in his eyes. I think she understood why he wanted me there, at least a little.

I was normalcy. If I was there, maybe his father hadn't actually beaten and raped him. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. We all knew it wasn't, though. Until he left to be examined, I held his hand tightly. He wouldn't-and didn't-want me in there. My mother and I sat silent in the waiting room, waiting. And waiting. And waiting. But the social worker surprised us.

She'd had him taken into protective custody immediately after treatment. We didn't even know he was gone until the social worker came out to tell us.

"He's in a safe place," she assured us. "His sister will meet him there."

I couldn't believe that they had taken him without telling us first. When I asked where Daisuke was, all she would tell me was that he was safe.

"Why can't I know where he is?" I asked, angrily. This wasn't supposed to happen! Daisuke was supposed to stay with us! "He's my best friend! And my…"

"He told me," she said gently. I don't know if she approved, but she wasn't going to judge us at least. "And he loves you very much. But its best if he's not in any of his usual places right now."

"Why?" I asked, curiously. "What aren't you telling us?"

"His father wasn't home when the police arrived," she said, hesitating slightly. "Daisuke's mother was talking to him on the phone, and told him what was going on. The detectives expect him to run, given what he told Daisuke."

I thought back to the note that Daisuke had left Jun. It was still in my pocket. I got it out and handed it to the social worker. She read it, looking sad as she did. "I'm going to keep this, Ken. I'll turn it over to the police and they can use it as evidence against the Motomiya's."

I nodded; looking towards the door that Daisuke had gone through earlier. I wanted him back. "When can I see him?"

"I don't know. Next week at the earliest," she said, shrugging.

I looked at her mournfully. She just shook her head. Sighing, my mother and I got up to go. "Ken," the social worker said.

I looked back at her. "Be careful. Mr. Motomiya may hold you responsible for some of this. He may come after you."

My eyes widened. "If he does, I'll kick his ass," I said harshly. "Let's go, Mom."

I stroked Minomon's head. "I hope he's all right."

"Why don't we go and find out?" he asked, grinning up at me.

"How?"

"Well, you can find him using your Digivice, and as Stingmon, I can fly you there," Minomon replied, bouncing up and down.

I thought about it for a second, and then decided to go for it. What was the worst that could happen? So, I got out of bed, put on my jacket, and we snuck out to my balcony. It took less than a minute for Minomon to digivolve to Wormmon and then to Stingmon. I hopped on Stingmon's back, and directed him to the building where Daisuke's signal was.

It took longer to find the correct window than it took to get there. Stingmon finally found the right one, and tapped on it. After a minute or so, Daisuke came warily to the window. His eyes widened as he saw us, and he opened the window quickly. He pulled me in, and Stingmon reverted to Wormmon. He went to Chibimon, who looked just as happy to see him, as Daisuke was to see me.

I held Daisuke for a moment, just being happy that we were together again. "How did you find me?" he asked, his voice muffled by my shoulder.

"Used my Digivice," I replied. "I couldn't stay away any longer."

"I'm glad, Ken. I was lonely," he said. He looked up at me, and admitted, embarrassed, "I was scared, too."

I just tightened my hold on him. He was scared. Daisuke was =scared=. Daisuke had never been afraid of anything. Why in the Hell did his father do this to him? My blood was boiling with rage.

"Ken," Daisuke asked hesitantly. "Would you stay the rest of the night? Please?"

He was begging. He was so insecure, so frightened now, that he couldn't just ask me. I hated this change in him. Daisuke was a holder of Courage, for God's sake. This shouldn't be happening.

"I can't stay, Daisuke. I don't think they'd be happy to find me here in the morning." But I did want to stay. I wanted to know he'd be all right.

"I have an alarm clock, Ken. We'll set it so you can be gone before they come get me. They told me what time breakfast was," he wheedled, a spark of the mischievous Daisuke I knew and loved showing in his grin.

I gave in, smiling back. "Oh, all right. Since you asked so nicely. But make sure you set it right."

"Why don't you set it then, Ken," he said, chuckling. "You're the genius, after all." While I did, Daisuke climbed back into the bed, rolling over so he was facing towards me. Chibimon jumped up with him, and he wrapped his arms around his Digimon. When I turned around, I gasped. Daisuke looked just like he had in my dream, except that he was smiling and looked fairly happy. I smiled back at him, and moved to go sit in a chair.

Daisuke's smile faded, "Why are you over there?"

"I don't want to upset you, Daisuke," I began.

He frowned, "I'm not gonna break, Ken. I know you won't hurt me. And I want you over here with me. I'll feel better."

"Okay, if it will make you feel better." I went back to him, crawling over and behind him. Wormmon devolved to Minomon and hopped up with us. It was a tight fit, to say the least. Two boys and two Digimon in a twin bed. Carefully, so as not to make him anxious, I put my arm around him, and snuggled close to him.

He was stiff in my arms for a minute, but then he started to relax. "Thanks, Ken-chan," he said sleepily. "I missed you."

"I know, Dai-chan" I said. But he was already asleep. I listened to him breathe deeply. I ran my fingers gently through his hair, which caused him to murmur happily in his sleep. He rolled back towards me a bit, and I could see that he was smiling. I settled down to go to sleep, but he started to whimper and fret. He was having a nightmare, and I could guess what it was about.

I shook him, and his eyes shot open. He almost hit me before he realized where he was. And who I was. Then he turned away from me, his eyes brimming and ashamed. I touched his shoulder, "It's going to be okay, Daisuke. I'll help you get through this."

"It's =not= going to be okay, Ken! Not for a long time," he said roughly.

"It'll take time, Dai-chan, but you will get through this. I promise," I said consolingly. My words were similar to the ones that he had said to me while I was trying to get past my dark history. I heard him chuckle.

"If you say so, then I believe it," he said softly. His next words were mournful, "I just wish it hadn't happened."

"Me neither," I agreed. "Go back to sleep, Daisuke. Maybe things will look better in the morning."

He was asleep again before I finished my sentence. I was surprised that he'd held out as long as he had. I snuggled back up to him, holding him tightly. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully this time, except for the occasional mutter and murmur. I smiled, happy that he was content.

But I wasn't. All of this was because of his father. His father who had beaten and raped him. Who had dampened the spark of life and courage in my Daisuke-chan. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. And the angrier I got, the more I wanted to do something to hurt his father.

He deserved to be hurt. He deserved to feel the same fear that Daisuke had felt while being hurt. As my rage grew, I decided on a course of action. There was only one way to deal with a bastard like Mr. Motomiya. And I was going to be the one to take care of him. Now, I just had to lay my plans…. This was going to be interesting. The world can live with one less insect.

To be continued….