Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Under Stress ❯ Situation ( Chapter 2 )

EH: 'Kay, this is the <insert uncontrollable laughter here /> long-awaited chapter 2
of 'Under Stress' - my crappy attempt at a dominant Kaiyako thingy.
It didn't go over too well.
Ken: If they're reading this, then they MUST have liked the other well enough to
continue, n'est pas?
EH: You're right, as ALWAYS. <more to herself than anything /> Don't you get tired
of ALWAYS being right?
Kaiser: WHAT was that?
EH: Heh, heh... Nothing! Um... Godsmack's lyrics to 'Situation' and Toei's
characters are used here, neither of which I exactly have written (or verbal or
implied) permission for. Don't sue!

The great curtains were drawn.

They'd been all day. It was so hard looking outside at the beautiful digi-verse when you didn't feel the same way. Unhappy. The bed was unmade, sheets and blankets in disarray. One was limp and dead on the floor. The boy was atop the chaos, still clothed in black pajamas. Lying in my sweat, drying my tears.

That pesky worm had bothered him all morning with 'are you okay, master' s and 'won't you at least have breakfast' s. Until he shut him up. A whip was so useful that way. Sometimes, the mere presence of it - swaying dangerously in the stale air - was enough. Today was not one of those days. So the insect got a few lacerations. So what? So was that why he'd been motionless for the past hour? Waiting for you - I am...

Nothing that happened today mattered in the least. His mood had been spoiled before he even woke. Yesterday was the only thing on his betrampled mind. Maybe if he stayed in bed forever, he'd never have to deal with it. Yes, that was it! Don't let it matter. Don't give it audience. It'll just go away on it's own. Making me feel like I don't care. I don't care!

But holding your head high and avoiding her forever wouldn't work. It was only his pretty little fantasy. Something easily dispersed by the red LCDs on his nightstand. 1:25. His stomach, seeing how he'd let time slip, was whining for attention. Swinging his regal legs to the floor, the Kaiser shuffled toward the kitchen-cum-circuit repair room. Oh, perfect. The green slug was on the counter, hopeful blue eyes wordlessly pleading with Ken's frown. Pleading. Pleading for attention - to make the pain stop. This situation in my head,
Will this situation ever end?

He froze where he was and shut his eyes tightly.
"M-m-master? Are you okay? Do you want something to eat?" The tremulous voice cut sharply and psychically drew him to a stool.
"Yeah... Why don't you make me some cereal?" Brushing wires and solder out of the way, the child rested his face on his hands. Why? Why did he go that far? Sure, she was impudent and sorely in need of a lesson, but - he'd gone too far. Made her scream too much - he couldn't forget the echo long after she stopped. Made the blood rush to his tender knuckles and made even the bacteria that covered the walls shrink in terror. Was this what they felt? The vision-eroding, black panic that was making him forget to exhale? How can I feel if I can't breathe?

The full bowl was pushed to bump against his elbow. Senselessly returning to life, the food flew to the tile. His pupils were constricted to points that darted to the puddle of milk and Count Chocula. He'd knocked that clumsy fool to the ground, too.
"Aaaaiii!" Wormmon struggled to get all eight feet underneath of him on the wet flooring. "Master, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have spilled that... I'll get... I'll get a towel to clean it up." So the incident this morning was still fresh in the mon's mind - afraid and accepting blame while blameless.
"Do you have any idea where the towels are?" Ken spit, annoyed. More at himself, but nonetheless annoyed. The worm didn't know where the towels were in all those drawers. Neither did he. Wormmon's first suggestion - the one he didn't even begin - would've summoned the proper authority on the matter. If the party in question wasn't half unconscious. Though he hadn't gone to see her - he couldn't bring himself to - he was informed as soon as he was awake enough to yell. But why should he go see her? Kaisers didn't make bedside visits. Not to their enemies, not to their slaves, not... What was she exactly? What we once had will never be again.

Yesterday, he had counted her as both. An object to be despised, the lowest possible rank. But if she was both, why did he...
...and go and ruin everything? Because she was another human, no matter how loathed, and she answered some question that was growing inside his head? Could it be that he made her subservient so he could keep her with him and ask himself that question?

Never mind wanting an answer. Right now, he didn't want the question. This situation in my head,
Will this situation ever end?

Damn breakfast and damn that spill! He had to get away, confront his headache and smother it. Barely breaching the milk puddle, the czar strode out of the room, his ego flapping behind him and his pride clenched tightly in his left hand. Didn't Wormmon say she was in her bedroom? I cannot take it anymore!

Yes, that's right... He wasn't too proud of it, but he'd been in a good mood that day. He had been bored with watching her on the monitors, seeing where she slept, where she crouched in the shadows. Always in the same place - hiding from him when he came to increase her displeasure. The stench was rising and wanting to leave that living crypt and never return was top priority. So he gave her a space worthy of the title 'bedroom'. That was where he was heading now.

A strange aura hung in the air, not unlike a hospital or funeral home. His steps slowed, turning the knob and pushing into the gray room with reverence. Miyako lay quietly sleeping, her midsection swathed in white gauze. Her left eye was barely swollen, but the purple that closed it would remain for days. The worm must have cleaned her up pretty well, for the only blood that showed was a fresh trickle spouting from the corner of her emotionless mouth. He wanted to approach, really, but instead - bottom lip bit - he stood by her feet. He'd come to put her back in her place, the place she'd held comfortably; but she was dreaming. He couldn't very well wake her up and utter some sinister hope-crushing phrase when he was staring like a sad, frightened toddler. His eyes lifted slowly from her toes. The question was driving him mad. Was it true? As he made his way up her blanketed outline, he swore he could hear an audible 'yes'. His teeth let go of the lip and he let his bottom jaw slack open the smallest bit. Looking at her now, it had to be yes. I really like what you can give me but I don't know where I'm standing right now
Not yet.

Now answered, why wasn't he doing anything? It was his castle and he was in control. But what if she didn't forgive him? What if she just rejected him like she had every right to? What if he felt too safe in their previous relationship that he was willing to keep the answer to himself? Oh, why wouldn't she wake up and give him a reason to keep silent? I really feel that you can hear me why you're not turning this around I'll never know.

Bitter frustration leaked noiselessly from his eyes. Feeling these two emotions at the same time was bound to give him a neurotic complex sooner or later. The pajama-ed emperor tiptoed quietly to the side of her twin bed. It was about time that he gave into his Id - stifled screaming all day. He knelt on the unswept concrete and lightly rested his head next to the shattered bone. His mussed hair barely touching her waist, he sighed and gazed at happiness for five entire minutes. This situation in my head,
Will this situation ever end?

EH: So, that about does it this time around.
Wormmon: I found the towels! But, they're in a top cabinet and I can't reach them...
EH: <sighing heavily /> Must you interrupt? I was starting my apology.
Ken: Hee hee, you've got a LOT to apologize for!
EH: ANYWAY... I know this series <ahem /> now contains much OOC-ness on
Ken's part and my abuse of three (maybe more) wonderful characters, so I'm
gonna take the time now to apologize. There.
Ken: <listlessly /> Bravo. Please review?