Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing ❯ Saviour ( Chapter 10 )

The Missing

Chapter 10 - Saviour

By: eternalsailorsolarwind

Disclaimer: Do I still have to do these things? Everybody knows I don't own Digimon.

A/N: Coming to the end. All warnings are still in effect. Back to Daisuke's POV.

Bored, bored, bored. Nothing to do =at all=. I've even finished my homework already. I looked up at the clock for at least the fifth time in the last five minutes. Hey! It's moving backwards! No, wait, it's just not moving. Damn, I'm bored.

But at least all my friends are out of school now. Picking Chibimon up, I head back to my room. Closing the door, I pulled out my D-terminal. I didn't use it yesterday because I wasn't sure of how much privacy I had. But now I know, so I'm going to e-mail everybody and let the guys know I'm still alive.

I send out the general e-mail, and got several replies pretty fast. I was disappointed that Ken wasn't one of them. Suddenly I got an e-mail from Iori:

"DAISUKE,

GLAD TO KNOW YOU'RE OKAY. UM, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHY KEN WOULD BE TAKING YOUR FATHER TO THE DIGITAL WORLD?

IORI"

I froze as I read that e-mail. Then I shook my head and read it again. And then again for a third time. It was the same every time I read it. Ken was taking my father to the Digital World. Why would he take my father there, especially when he hates him for...holy shit. Oh, my God! My jaw just about hit the ground in shock. I barely noticed the frightened look on Chibimon's face at my reaction.

He wouldn't, would he? Of course he would. I knew Ken was angry with my father for raping me. Hell, =I= certainly wasn't happy about it. And in the Digital World, he would have enough power to do something about it.

I quickly e-mailed everyone to meet me in the Digital World. I didn't stop to wait for replies. Instead, I pressed the buttons in a certain pattern, one that Ken had taught me awhile back. He had found that the D-3 could lock on a certain place in the Digital World or even another D-3, if it was set right. Ken had shown me how to lock onto his, so I could always find him when I needed him. And I needed to find him right now.

Grabbing Chibimon, I burst through my door, and sprinted through the common room. Jun, a few kids, and a couple of social workers were in there, reading and talking. I blew past them, heading for the offices, where I knew there were computers.

In the hall, I passed another social worker, who started to chase after me. Come on; come on, where the hell are the computers? I rounded another corner, and saw one, in an office. Putting on a last bit of speed, I rushed through the door. Then I shut and locked it. The body of the social worker slammed into it.

The computer was off, and I growled in frustration while I booted it up. By now, there were several people outside the office, trying to unlock the door. I put a chair under the door handle, and continued to wait, tapping my foot impatiently. Finally, it was up and running.

"Let's go, Chibimon! Digi-port, open!" I cried. The portal opened, and we went through it. Through the dizzying transport sequence that automatically evolved Chibimon to V-mon.

We landed in a desert-like area. There was a slight breeze that stirred some loose sand through the air, making me squint. Pulling out my Digivice, I scanned for Ken's signal. We were only a couple of miles or so away from him.

"Think you're up to an Armor Digivolve, V-mon?" I asked, looking at his head. There was no bruise or bump. The digivolution to V-mon seemed to have cured him.

"You bet, Daisuke!"

"Digimental Up!" I cried, holding out my Digivice. The Digimental of Friendship came out and armored V-mon up.

"Raidramon, the Storm of Friendship!" He stood proudly next to me, chafing to run. I grinned at him, feeling freer than I had in days. I hopped onto his back, ready to settle into my usual seat.

But the pain brought me up short. I gasped with it, laying my face down on Raidramon's cool armor. I hadn't realized that I was still so hurt. It was probably the position I was sitting in. But I wasn't going to stop because of the pain.

"Daisuke!" rumbled Raidramon, worried about me.

"I'm okay, Raidramon," I panted, sitting back up. "It'll go away. Let's go find Ken. And don't hold back for me."

He took off, running at full speed. I clung grimly to him, trying to push the pain out of my mind, but not being totally successful. I could tell Raidramon was worried by my pained silence. Usually, when we go riding like this, I'm yelling at the top of my lungs out of pure joy. But not today.

It doesn't take us very long to reach a rise near where Ken's signal is coming from. Raidramon loped up to the edge, and we looked down. I gasped as I saw my father strung up on a tree. Ken, no the Kaizer, was using his whip on him. He lashed my father several times, cutting the shirt right off him. I was kind of amazed at his skill with that whip. And proud of him too, in a strange, sick kind of way.

Yeah, I was proud of him for having that much skill with a whip. It was strange, sick, and maybe even a little perverted. I was proud that he still had the skill to use that whip so well, even though a large part of me wished he wasn't using it. I suddenly realized I was smiling gently as Ken whipped my father.

I shook my head to clear it. This wasn't like me. Not at all. But I think I knew why I was still sitting up on this ridge, watching my boyfriend whip my father. Ken was taking revenge for what Dad had done. Taking =my= revenge, a little voice inside me whispered. I shushed it quickly.

Oh, I knew I'd go and stop Ken eventually. But with everything that had happened to me, could I really be blamed for enjoying my father's pain, even just a little? I knew it was wrong, but a hurt, petty, childish part of me wanted to see my father scream for mercy, just like I had done while he was raping me. So I just sat there on Raidramon's back, watching.

But soon Ken brought Minotauromon out, and I couldn't sit still any longer. I didn't know what Ken had planned, but I had to try to stop this. We started down the ridge, just as Ken cocked his arm back for another swing with the whip. It had to end now.

"Stop! Don't do it, Ken!" I shouted over the noise of Raidramon running down the hill.

He turned, and looked about as surprised as I had ever seen the Kaizer. He dropped the whip, letting it coil next to his leg. Raidramon and I rode up next to him. It was hard to see him like this, all cold and Kaizerish. How could this have happened? He said he never wanted to go back to this. Would I have to fight him for this to end? If so, I didn't think I'd be able to take him in the shape I was in.

I stayed up on Raidramon's back, looking down at him. "Ken."

"Daisuke," he replied calmly. "How are you feeling?"

I felt a rush of relief. If he was still worried about me, even just a little, then he wasn't totally gone yet. "I've been better," I admitted. "But I'm feeling more like myself every day."

He nodded once. "I'm glad, Daisuke." He stepped closer and reached up to take my hand. I held it tightly, smiling down at him.

"Let's cut him down then, and go home. I just want to get past all this."

Ken stepped back, releasing me. "No, Daisuke. Not until I'm done. He needs to be punished."

Uh, oh. I should have known it wasn't going to be that easy. I nodded slowly, "Yes, he does. But let the courts do that, Ken. It's not our job."

"NO! I have to punish him for what he did to you!" Ken shouted, his gloved hands opening and closing into fists. "This bastard does not deserve the easy punishments the courts will dole out."

He bent and picked up his whip again, turning back to my father. Dad's face fell as he saw Ken heading towards him. He had figured that I would be able to stop Ken. I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. The Kaizer had an iron will, and just asking him to stop wouldn't work.

But he wasn't totally the Kaizer yet. I had to stop this before the spore was all the way active again, or we'd be at war again, eventually. And that would tear me apart, because I couldn't follow him. I had to be true to myself, and following the Kaizer was not who I was.

And that's when it hit me. The way to stop this. Just be true to myself. I had come here for the wrong reasons, and that's why I wasn't getting through to Ken. I was doing what I =should= be doing, and not what I =wanted= to do.

"Ken?" I called to his retreating back.

He stopped and turned to face me. "Yes, Daisuke?"

"Could you give me a hand getting down? I'm still kinda sore, and, well…I think I tore something getting up here," I told him, looking down. I was exaggerating slightly, but I =did= hurt.

As I looked back towards him, he pulled down his glasses and looked worriedly at me over them. His eyes were still the luminous blue that I loved so much, and not the iced ocean color of the Kaizer. I sighed in relief. Things weren't as bad as I'd thought. Pushing the glasses back up, Ken hurried back over to me, and Raidramon laid down. Between the two of them, I finally got off Raidramon's back.

I stood facing Ken, and reached up to take off the glasses. I threw them away as I leaned in and kissed him softly. He just stood there for a second, surprised, but then he slowly started to return my kiss, pulling me the rest of the way to him. I sighed happily.

My father's retching noises broke us apart. We turned towards him, and I noticed Ken's eyes turning frosty. This had to end now!

"God, that's disgusting!"

Ken opened his mouth to say something, but I put my arm out, blocking him. "You think that's disgusting, Dad? I think it's disgusting that a man would rape his own son, thinking that that would keep him from being gay. Well, you know what =Dad=? It didn't work."

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Ken was totally shocked by what I was saying. But I didn't care; it felt good to yell at my father. "I still love Ken. You didn't stop that. All you managed to do was hurt me a lot."

My father was gaping at me like a fish, his mouth opening and closing. "What'll it take to make you straight, boy?"

"There isn't anything you can do. I was born this way; I can't help it. And you know what? I don't want to change." I was working myself up to a fit, but I loved every minute of it. "So get over it. Disown me, live with it, whatever. I'm gay, I love Ken Ichijouji, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

I stopped, panting with the release of all that anger. But I still wasn't done. "You aren't my father anymore. You gave up that right years ago. Why it took you raping me to get that through my head, I don't have a clue. But once all this is over, I don't ever want to see you again."

The man who fathered me was staring at me with wide eyes. He'd never seen me like this before. I was raging at the years of abuse, the rape, him running from the police, all of it. "I didn't even come here to save you."

Ken started, "What?"

I didn't pay any attention to Ken, still totally focused on Him. "I came here to save Ken from you."

"But, Dai-chan," Ken said, bewildered. "I brought him here. I was never in any danger."

"Yes, you were, Ken. You still are," I replied, turning back to him. I reached out and picked up a corner of the Kaizer's cape. "My…father was turning you back into this. What were you going to do to him?"

His eyes widened, suddenly realizing his danger. "I was going to torture him for hours, maybe even days. I hadn't decided if I was going to kill him or not."

"You see, Ken-chan? He would have won. He would have beaten you, by making you the Kaizer again. He would have beaten =us= by making you hate me again." I took his hand, holding it tightly. "Don't let him win, Ken. Let's take him back to our world and let the police handle it."

Ken swallowed hard, and nodded. The Kaizer's clothes de-configured into digital dust for the second time in our lives, leaving only my Ken behind. I went limp with relief, and pulled him into a bear hug. "I love you Ken." I whispered into his ear over and over again.

There was a sudden loud noise from the top of the ridge where I had first seen Ken. The two of us separated, and turned towards it. The other Digidestined had arrived. I grinned and waved at them. It was over. Finally over.

To be continued….