Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing ❯ Return ( Chapter 8 )

The Missing

Chapter 8 - Return

By: eternalsailorsolarwind

Disclaimer: Still not mine, unfortunately.

A/N: All warnings still apply.

I was still seething when I got home early this morning after my visit to Daisuke. I had set the alarm early enough that I'd be home before I was missed. With Daisuke's father on the loose, I had a feeling that my freedom was going to be seriously curbed.

And I was right. At breakfast, my parents started in on a list of new rules that I was to follow until Mr. Motomiya was apprehended. I let them go on for several minutes, before I finally stopped them. I knew they meant well, but this was ridiculous.

"Mom, Dad, I don't need for one of you to take me to the train station and back every day. I have Minomon. He'll protect me," I said, reasonably.

"Daisuke has Chibimon, and look what happened to him," my mother said. I winced, ouch. It was a good point though.

"Only because Chibimon wasn't expecting his father to attack him like that. And because he was knocked unconscious," I returned. I felt like a lawyer.

"What about the rest of the abuse?" Dad countered. He =was= a lawyer. He'd be the hardest to argue with, but I thought I could handle it.

"Daisuke told Chibimon that it was normal," I said, shaking my head sadly. That was also true, unfortunately. "So Chibimon didn't try to stop it, even though he didn't like it. Digimon aren't human, they don't know what we consider to be right or wrong unless we tell them."

We ended up haggling about the new rules. I didn't have to be walked to the train station, but I had to take Wormmon everywhere I went. "He can be Minomon at home and at school, but Wormmon can protect you better." I didn't mind that rule.

But my curfew had changed. I now had to be in at dusk, instead of by dinner. Which meant that most days I'd barely have time for soccer practice. I hated that rule most of all. Thankfully, there was no practice today. I was going to Odaiba to meet with the rest of the Digidestined.

I had been getting e-mails from the others all morning, because of the article in the paper. We were going to have a meeting at the park, to discuss Daisuke's predicament, and how we could help solve it. I had a few ideas on that score, though I didn't think I'd be mentioning all of them to the Digidestined. But for now, it was time to leave for school.

It was interesting, walking around all day with Wormmon on my shoulder. I got quite a few stares. If anybody got too curious, I passed the whole thing off as a juvenile dare. Wormmon decided against returning to Minomon once we got to school. "You never know," was all he would say.

The day passed at a snail's pace. I was bored through all of my classes. Trying to have something to do, I worked way ahead, hoping inspiration would strike as to what to do about Daisuke's father. So far, I was woefully short of ideas. And that made me angry.

I'm supposed to be a genius, right? So why can't I come up with a plan of action? It's not like Mr. Motomiya is a master criminal or anything. He's hardly a Moriarty to my Sherlock Holmes. The thought of the "great detective", made me stop short. Holmes never waited for his prey to come to him; he went out and looked for them.

I grinned delightedly at this predatory thought. Mr. Motomiya might be looking for me, so why don't I make things easy for him? If he finds me, then I can exact my revenge on the bastard that hurt my Daisuke. Now all I have to do is decide what to do with him once I catch him.

First things first. There's that meeting with the other Digidestined. Perhaps they can help in some small way. A nebulous idea that I can turn into my own, and allow it to grow properly. They may even want in on my revenge. Doubtful, but you never can tell.

Finally, the school day ended and I left, heading towards the train. I got to Odaiba in good time, getting to the park at about the same time as the others. Though Jyou was a few minutes late. But his school got out later, so he had a good enough reason.

I was not surprised to see simmering anger among all of them. I felt it too. Taichi was taking it badly, probably because Daisuke was very much like a younger brother to him. Taichi favored searching out Mr. Motomiya and beating the hell out of him.

"Nobody messes with one of us," he growled, red-faced. "I don't give a damn if he's Daisuke's father or not."

Hikari and Yamato managed to calm him down somewhat, but everyone agreed that we should do =something= to help Daisuke. It was decided unanimously to start searching for his father everyday after school. With the Digimon, there was no way we could miss him.

I actually smiled, for what seemed like the first time that day. Things were going finally starting to go right. Ideas were tossed back and forth: should the Digidestined go in pairs, or would one Digidestined and their partner be enough? I listened, making remarks for both ideas. I didn't care one way or the other. I just wanted the asshole found.

In the end, it was decided that it would be too hard to go in pairs. There was no way to guarantee that there would be enough of us every day to do that. That suited me just fine.

The meeting broke up, and we all went home. Jyou walked part way with me. "Is he okay?"

I knew he wasn't talking about Mr. Motomiya. "He's taking it hard. It was bad enough before, but now?" I shook my head sadly. "I think he'll be okay eventually, though. It's just going to take time."

Jyou nodded, looking sad and upset. I couldn't blame him. I felt much the same way. But I was going to do something about it. I wasn't going to let Mr. Motomiya do this to my Daisuke. Jyou and I separated at the station, with a wave.

I spent the train ride mulling my options. What would be the best way to punish Daisuke's father? I knew that I was going to torture him, but how? What techniques would be the best for this? How many should I use? And how long should I torture him? I doubted, however, that me threatening him would hold much terror. There had to be a way to change that, though.

"What are you thinking about, Ken?" Wormmon asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned my head to look at my Digimon. His eyes were sad; no doubt he was thinking of Chibimon. I smiled at him.

"Just thinking of the best way to get Mr. Motomiya out of circulation. Why?"

"You looked angry and cold, like you used to, when, you know," he replied. I stared at him, wondering what he meant. "When you were the Kaizer."

I blinked, and then slowly started to smile. "Wormmon, you just gave me a brilliant idea. I think its time the Kaizer came out of retirement."

To be continued….