Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Others ❯ Issues ( Prologue )

Looking around a deserted park, a teenage boy's head swirled. How in the world had he gotten to Odabia? He didn't remember taking the bus or train to town. Eyes searched for and answer of some kind, maybe a clue to how he had gotten away from his home and ended up in a deserted park at ten-thirty at night.

He clutched his head, which was swirling, in thought and tried to recover from what he called another 'blank spell'.

The last thing that he remembered, school was being let out that day and he had been on his way home. He remembered almost getting to his apartment complex when he blacked out. He had lost seven hours of his life, and there was no reason behind them.

Seeing a sign for the train station, he made his way towards it, trying to convince his stomach not to revolt on him. He prayed that the last train hadn't already left that day and that he would be able to get a ride home. It hadn't, he was lucky.

He tried to relax as he rode the train back towards his hometown. Grabbing his cell phone, he started to dial his number when something caught his eye. The cover of the phone was different than it had been seven hours ago. He hadn't changed it, or at least he didn't remember changing it.

He knew he was breathing hard, he could hear himself. People were beginning to stare at him and he flashed a smile at them and dialed his number. Explaining to his worried mother that he was on his way home and not to worry, he himself started to wonder if he should be worried.

The black outs were becoming more and more frequent as time when on and there was no explanation for it.

His apartment was quiet when he entered it that night, no noise except for his cat, Kero, roaming around. The young man made his way towards his bedroom, finding his parents asleep already. He figured he had woken them up.

He flipped on his light switch and noticed that certain items in his room were out of place. They hadn't been this morning.

His breath quickened again as he remembered his friends saying that sometimes he just wasn't himself. Like one moment, it was him, and then next it wasn't.

The teenager slowly sat down on the floor, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat. He leaned against the wall for support and looked up at the ceiling. Kero came in, rubbing against his hand. He felt himself pet the cat, wondering if he was going insane or not. He may, he may not, but he did know one thing for sure.

Something was wrong with him and Ichijouji Ken needed help.

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Motamiya Daisuke and his best friend Ichijouji Ken made their way towards Inoue Miyako's apartment complex, chatting amongst themselves.

"It was awesome!" Daisuke was exclaiming. "I mean totally awesome. The guy blocked that ball with absolutely no problem! I wish I could do that."

Ken smiled slightly. "It's not that hard Daisuke."

Daisuke turned to look at his friend. "There's something the matter," he stated. "What's wrong, Ken?"

"Nothing." Ken lied. But in truth there was something bothering him. The incident with the park was still bugging him. How can someone end up somewhere, without any memory of how they got there?

Ken had been having these 'blank spells' since he was almost seven. Ever since that babysitter. Ken shook the horrible memory out of his head, getting chills just thinking about it.

"Daisuke?"

The redhead turned to look at him, looking at him quizzically. "What?"

"Have. have I ever. I don't know the word." Ken thought a moment. "Changed suddenly? I don't mean like the Kaiser, but like. one moment I'm myself, the next I'm not?"

Daisuke thought a moment, then nodded. "Well. yes, sometimes. You just don't seem yourself. Why?"

Ken wasn't listening past 'You don't seem yourself." He had heard this since he was seven. 'What's the matter Ken?' his mother used to ask. 'You don't seem yourself today, is something the matter?' Or 'What's wrong? You knew this yesterday.' Osamu had never asked these questions though. It was almost like he knew there was a problem.

"Ken?" Ken jumped as Daisuke's voice brought him back to reality. "Are you okay? Why did you ask me that?

"Never mind. Just. forget I asked you, okay?

"Okay." Daisuke stated confused, but still he blew it off.

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"Mama. Papa. I'm home."

"Oh hi sweetheart." his mother said, messing around the living room. Ken smiled slightly. She was in another one of her cleaning moods. "How was your day out with the others?"

"Fine, mama."

"Hello, son."

"Hi Papa." Ken said, making his way towards the kitchen table where his father was working. "How is your day going?"

"Pretty good." Shin commented. "Hey. how did you do on that test you took yesterday?"

"An 80." Ken said. "It was tough though. I'll do better next time."

Shin patted his son on the back. "Don't worry about it. Just as long as you do your best."

Ken smiled, heading towards his bedroom. He entered the room and learned against the door. Sighing heavily, he started to change out of his clothing when something happened. Without his knowing it, his face suddenly went blank, and again, he blacked out.

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Ichijouji Rika had finished her cleaning in the bedrooms and was making her way towards the kitchen when she noticed her son in the middle of the living room floor. "Ken?" No answer. "Ken?"

Rika walked closer to her son and noticed the teenager had a box of crayons next to him. He was coloring. Confused on why a fifteen year old boy would color with a box of crayons, she moved even closer.

Suddenly, Ken looked up and grinned. "I colored a picture for you, Mama!" he exclaimed, shoving a picture towards her.

Slightly noticing the childish tone to her son's voice, she took the picture and smiled. "Thank you. I'll hang it on the 'fridge."

Rika hardly even looked at the picture, but if she had, she would have noticed that it was clearly not drawn by a fifteen year old, but looking like a six year old had drawn it. She would have also noticed that the signature in the corner did not bear the name Ichijouji Ken, but the name of Syicko.