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Higuchimon ([personal profile] higuchimon) wrote2017-05-08 11:35 pm

[fanfic] Digimon Adventure 02: Fade In Fade Out: Chapter 1

Story Title: Fade In, Fade Out
Pairing: Ken x Daisuke/Daisuke x Ken
Word Count: chapter: 4,749||story: 4,749
Genre: Drama, Romance||Rated: PG-13
Summary: Daisuke awakens to find himself at the feet of the Digimon Kaiser. Strange voices invade his mind, reality alters at a whim, and all he wants is to find his way home.

The first sensation he was
aware of was the hard floor beneath him. He blinked slowly as he lifted
his head and looked around, taking in the strange surroundings he'd
just found himself in. This had to be some kind of dream, or to be accurate,
more of a nightmare. No dream of his had ever involved being
inside a dark chamber with a lot of screens hovering in front of him.

Nor had he ever dreamed of
being on his knees. He thought about moving, but something he couldn't
define kept him where he was for the moment.
Where am I? It was the question that demanded the answers the
most, since he was quite certain of who he was, if nothing else. He
was Motomiya Daisuke, eleven year old Child of Courage and Friendship,
leader of the second generation of Chosen Children, sworn enemy of the
Digimon Kaiser, partner of V-mon and crushing on Yagami Hikari.

His eyes flicked from place
to place, trying to get more of an idea of his situation. The floor
that spread out on all sides was a cool sort of gray, with a few designs
on it to make things a little more interesting. They didn't seem to
mean anything in particular, just whorls and loops and circles. He couldn't
see the walls at first, but when he finally noticed them, they were
several feet away, with more of the designs on them.

Wherever he was, it wasn't
very warm; the exposed bits of his skin were prickling in the chill.
He shifted just a little in an attempt to get warmer, but nothing seemed
to change. How could anyone like this kind of temperature? Daisuke
shuddered softly, thinking of the warm blankets and fluffy pillows that
he remembered folding himself into, with Chibimon's giggling and cuddly
presence just a few inches away.

Poor little guy. He's probably
going crazy trying to figure out where I am. Just like me.
He fidgeted
again, turning his head a little as he did so. Something tugged at his
neck this time, and he frowned; this hadn't happened when he was trying
to check out the walls.

He carefully reached up to
see if he could figure out what it was, and his fingers closed on something
cool, slender, and metallic around his neck. He tugged at it a little,
but whatever it was, there wasn't any give to it whatsoever. He could
just manage to fit one finger in between the metal and his neck, but
there wasn't anything like a latch or fastener. It was as if it had
simply grown there.

Then he knew what it was. He'd
seen something similar on uncounted Digimon. It probably wasn't identical;
it didn't quite feel like they looked, if that made sense. But it certainly
was like them.

It was a collar. Like the Evil
Rings or Spirals that Ken used to enslave Digimon.

It's not controlling me,
though. I still think he needs a good swift kick in the pants. I don't
think I want to bring him all my friends' heads on a platter or anything
like that. So it's just some kind of...ornament, I guess.
He almost
wished it had been controlling him. It would have been a lot more like
what he was used to from the superintelligent Kaiser.

He carefully worked his fingers
all the way around the collar, testing for any sign of weakness or give,
but found nothing of the sort. What he
did find was a length of cord or leather, he couldn't be certain
which, that led from the collar to somewhere else.

This has to be a dream.
If it wasn't, I would've heard from His Arrogance already. Wouldn't
Ken never could resist the chance to boast, especially if he
had Daisuke in one of his traps. The two times those had happened had
been enough to set a pattern in the young Chosen's mind. Of course part
of the pattern was that he was rescued, but
just this once, he wouldn't mind handling things on his own.
Just to show them that they didn't have to keep saving their leader
from their enemy.

One long, in-drawn breath later,
he took the next step to figuring out this confusing situation. He ran
his fingers along the cord to find where it ended. It was only a couple
of feet long, so he wasn't expecting it to lead to anything but a wall
or a column or pillar of some kind.

Words cannot convey his surprise
when he looked to his right and saw the leash, for that was the only
thing it could be described as, fastened firmly to a ring set into the
side of the Kaiser's chair. That, too, was the only thing it could be,
especially since the Kaiser was seated in it, a keyboard floating in
air before him, looking up occasionally at the screens flickering beyond.

Why didn't I see him before??
Daisuke's mind gibbered softly, focusing on such small things right
now. Ken was practically beside him, he should have at least heard him
breathing before now. But it was the same as with the collar
and leash: he only noticed them when something seemed to
want him to. It was as if someone were having a sadistic form
of pleasure in letting him find out things one slow step at a time.

As the awareness that he was
leashed to his mortal enemy's throne sank into him, Daisuke knew that
in a rational, ordered world he would throw himself to his feet and
scream at the top of his lungs to be released. It was what he wanted
to do, what burned in every muscle of his body that should be done.
But he didn't.

There was no question that
he wanted out of here. But something about the unnerving strangeness
of this place kept him from doing anything to draw attention to himself.
Part of him seemed to be whispering if
he hadn't noticed Ken until some unknown condition had been fulfilled,
then perhaps Ken wouldn't notice him until something on
his part had been completed.

In other words, self,
Daisuke couldn't help but grin at the unfamiliar thoughts wandering
through his mind. If I don't notice him, he won't notice me. I think
Iori called this the ostrich outlook once. I don't think it's going
to work, but he keeps on working as if I'm not even here right now.
Better than nothing.

He sagged back to his haunches
a little, checking out the situation a little more thoroughly as he
did so. This sitting and thinking really went against the grain, but
he supposed it had some kind of advantage to it, somehow.
I'm not really sure how, but it must. The room itself wasn't
really all that large, now that he had a better grip on things. It looked
much bigger than it was since there was so little actual furniture in

The creaking open of a door
interrupted the silence briefly, and heralded the arrival of Wormmon.
The small Digimon had a sort of harness about himself, which was connected
to a moving tray table that he pulled over towards the Kaiser, stopping
just a short distance away from Daisuke.

Not a single word was spoken
as Ken pulled the tray closer to himself and motioned his partner away
with a regal wave of one hand. Daisuke's nose caught the aroma of one
of his favorite meals: homemade ramen.
Forget whipping me...just letting me
smell that and not have any is torture!

The clear clatter of utensils
was muted in the almost mausoleum-like silence, but it was obvious Ken
was enjoying his dinner. Daisuke clenched his fists, imagining all the
delicious noodles he was missing out on.
This is cruel and inhuman torture! If
he went to all this trouble
get me, shouldn't he feed me, at least?
He ignored the violent twisting of his stomach at the very thought of
being fed by his enemy. He was going to get out of here, and if that
meant he had to eat Ken's food to do it, then he'd do it. Of course
that would work better if he were given food, but he knew he'd
eat it if it were offered.

He peeked up slightly to see
if there were any hopes of getting something, and almost growled out
loud to see Ken pushing the empty plate away from himself.
That...that...pig! He ate it all! Was this
some kind of a cosmic joke being played on himself? He wasn't finding
it all that funny if it was.

All right, that was it. He
wasn't going to put up with this any longer. He could see where the
leash was fastened to the chair, and it had a knot in it. That gave
him something to work on. He inched a little closer to it, touching
it lightly with his fingertips. He really should have listened to Jun
about how you did knots and things like that. But at the time he was
too busy wondering how she knew things like that in the first place.
There were things he really didn't want to know about his sister.

Ken really couldn't be all
that much of a genius if his way of restraining his captive archenemy
was something like this. Daisuke practically rolled his eyes
as he tugged and worked at that knot. It was
hard, that was for certain, but it was also just plain silly.
He'd always had a little better opinion of Ken's intelligence. Every
other time he'd been restrained, it had been by something he couldn't
get out of on his own.

Daisuke paused as that crossed
his mind. Was Ken toying with him? Did he
want him to get out of his somehow? Was it another kind of trap?
If he got unhooked, would something
worse happen? He almost started to retie the knot, undoing what
progress he'd made, then stopped. Whatever happened, good or bad, it
had to be better than just tamely sitting here. Ostrich approach
be damned...he was going home!

He yanked harder on the leash,
which somehow seemed to be resisting him without actually turning into
steel or something like that. Had the knot been
this hard to undo just a few moments earlier? He couldn't remember.
He tugged harder and harder, clawing at the knot with his fingernails
when all of his other efforts proved useless. Finally, he was reduced
to just glaring nastily at the thing. That didn't help either.

So maybe Ken was somehow better
at holding him than he'd thought he was. Or maybe he was just worse
at getting out of this sort of thing on his own. It wasn't as if he
had experience in it. Stupid Kaiser, never letting him escape
on his own. What kind of a sworn enemy was
that, he wanted to know.

A very smart one, a
small part of his mind told him. He told that small part of his mind
to shut up and go away. That wasn't what he wanted to hear right now.

As he sagged down beside the
chair, he noticed Ken moving slightly out of the corner of one eye.
He froze in place at once; had he been noticed? He held his breath as
Ken's hand came closer, landing ever so lightly on his head, and began
to move a little back and forth. What the...he's...oh, I don't believe
this. This can't be happening.

Ken was petting him.

This is
so not my day.

The Kaiser's hand stroked him
gently, as if this were a usual occurrence. Daisuke stayed as
still as he could, doing his best not to draw any extra attention.
How long has he known I was here? Was he just pretending not to notice
me before? What is going
on here? All his questions,
and not one single answer.

He let his eyes slide closed;
fighting to get the leash off had taken more out of him than he wanted
to admit, and Ken's hand on his head was very soothing. The Kaiser seemed
to know just how to make things relaxing.
This is so wrong, but it feels so right. He wanted to get away,
but squirming out from under his enemy's hand,
literally under the hand, was the next thing to impossible. Ken
would have him pinned back down in no time. His captor appeared to be
treating him relatively nicely at the moment, but that could change
in a heartbeat.

Well, if you call putting
some kind of weird collar around my neck, tying me to his chair, and
petting me like I'm an animal being nice. But compared to how he's usually
treated me, he's being positively

friendly. That in itself worried Daisuke more than
anything else.

Ken's hand roamed through Daisuke's
hair for a few more moments, and it was hard to tell which one of them
was enjoying it more. Ken made no other motions to indicate he knew
Daisuke was there, not even one of the trademark taunts that usually
marked their encounters. Daisuke relaxed against the throne, leaning
his head a bit closer to Ken, and let his mind drift away in the soft
pleasures of being petted. He could see now why dogs enjoyed it so much.
It really did feel good.

His eyes snapped wide open
at that. He was a person, not some kind of an animal! How could
Ken be treating him like this, and how could he just be
accepting it? His mind fastened onto the only logical explanation:
the collar. Before he'd found that on himself, he'd been normal. But
ever since...

I have to get rid of this
He started to reach up to it, when Ken's stroking hand reminded
him ever so subtly of just where he was and what was going on. If he
started to yank around trying to get the collar off, the Kaiser would
most definitely notice him there if he hadn't already.
Who am I kidding, he does know I'm here, he wouldn't be ...petting
me if he didn't. So what's the risk of trying something else?

Daisuke still didn't attempt
to remove the collar, however. He reached out to the knot again, ready
to give it another try. Maybe it'll be easier this time around.
He wasn't holding that much hope, however. Ken never made things easy.
He preferred mind games, and the more he thought about it, the more
this really looked like something Ken was doing on purpose.

His fingers worked at the knot
carefully, as he held his head as still as he could. If
that didn't move, then he was almost positive Ken wouldn't notice
anything unusual. So what do I do when I've got it undone and I'm
ready to get out of here? He could grab this thing in a second and pull
me back. Or worse.
Daisuke's mind could and did quite easily conjure
up ways it could be worse.

Every once in a while as he
worked, Daisuke glanced up at the screens in front of Ken's chair. They
appeared to respond to whatever it was he was typing on.
Places in the Digital World? Maybe they're places he's put spires
or is planning to put them.
He craned his head a little, trying
to get a better look, then froze as the petting hand suddenly stopped.

He stopped work on the knot
at once, keeping himself as perfectly still as he could. Ken's hand
was still on top of his head; it just wasn't petting any longer. A thousand
images flittered through his mind, the tension knotting his stomach
as badly as it had on the last surprise quiz his teacher had produced
two weeks earlier.

Then, ever so slowly, the petting
began once more. Daisuke relaxed, a small sigh slipping out, then winced,
wondering if that was going to be the mistake that showed whatever
Ken's plan really was.

Luck seemed to be with Daisuke
at the moment, however, at least as much as it was at all just then.
Ken petted quietly, working one-handed on whatever it was he was doing,
and appeared to pay no more attention to Daisuke than if he were a statue
placed there for the Kaiser's comfort and convenience. Daisuke sucked
in a quiet breath, then started once more on the knot, moving just his
fingers and arms to the best of his ability.

I think...yeah! The
knot came loose, pulling out of the loop easily, and rested in his hand.
Daisuke stared down at it for a brief moment, then lifted his eyes,
not disturbing the still-petting hand.
Now if he'd just move that, I'd be out of here.

Almost at that same moment,
Ken returned his hand to the keyboard and started more intense work.
Daisuke stared; this really had to be a trap. But it was one
he was going to spring and get out of! Ken wouldn't be able to stop
him; he'd trip him up, get him tied up in his cape or something. Sure,
Ken was faster than he was, but it didn't matter. He could handle this.
He was the Chosen of Courage, after all. This sort of crazy stunt
was absolutely, one hundred percent in the job description. It
had probably been one of the major requirements.

He didn't bother to give himself
any more time to think about things. Surprise was the best weapon he
had at the moment, along with his fast moving feet. He leaped up, keeping
the leash closed tightly in his fist so Ken couldn't get hold of it,
and ran the way he'd seen Wormmon coming with the tray. That had to
be the way out of here. What other way could there be?

Indeed, it only took a few
seconds for him to find the door, which was open. Daisuke dashed through
it as swiftly as he could, and found himself in a long hallway, with
a few other doors on each side. One or two of them were open, and two
other hallways were visible, one only a few steps down to the right,
the other several feet to the left. He stopped just outside the door,
part of his attention behind him, keeping an ear out for Ken. All the
rest of it was on the hallway and any approaching Digimon.

When several minutes passed,
and there wasn't any sign of anything from Ken or from outside, Daisuke
started down the hallway. As he came to one of the open doors, he peered
inside carefully, ready to jump and run at the first sign of anything
unusual. Instead, all he saw was...an empty room. It looked much like
his first impressions of Ken's throne room had been, empty and cold,
but it was completely bare. It lacked even the designs that the other
room had.

This is really weird. Why
have an
empty room here? He couldn't figure
it out and finally just chalked it up to the room having some purpose
that meant it didn't need furniture. Maybe this was where Ken kept captive
Digimon before shoving them into cages or something.

He moved on quickly, checking
on any of the other doors he could for any sign of a way out. Every
room he looked into, however, was just like that one: utterly empty.
"All right," he muttered to himself, "this is just getting

Daisuke leaned against a wall,
closing his eyes. His stomach was rumbling at him; he'd been running
around a lot since he'd gotten out of there, and he'd skipped dinner
the night before to boot. Maybe I should go ask Ken for something
to eat before I leave.
The thought of all of that ramen Ken had
wolfed down before was absolutely tantalizing.
He really should have saved me some. I'm going to punch his lights
out just for that.

He glanced down the hallway,
seeing a single door framed in light. That was where he had come from:
Ken's main room, as far as he'd been able to learn. As much as he'd
searched, he hadn't found any other way out of here.
There has to be something, though. Wormmon came
from somewhere, and I haven't seen him anywhere around here.

Suddenly, a familiar shadow
appeared in the doorway, and Daisuke reacted as quickly as he could:
dodging into the nearest open door. He could hear calm footsteps coming
down the hall in the same direction he was in, and clenched his fists,
determined not to just give up. However Ken had caught him the first
time, he wouldn't do it again, not that easily. There'd at least be
a fight this time. Maybe just a small one, but there'd
be one.

He turned and sent his very
best death-glare, picked up from Jun when some guy turned her down for
a date, at the door as the footsteps came closer. He could see the familiar
shadow of the Kaiser stretching out in front of him, then he could see
Ken himself, calmly walking along, every inch the regal

The Digimon Kaiser passed the
door without so much as glancing to one side. Daisuke stared after him,
then craned his neck around the doorway to see what Ken did. His enemy
paused briefly in front of a wall, then raised one gloved hand to touch
it. Daisuke stared as the wall rippled, then opened up into an
arched doorway. Ken walked through it, and as his cape cleared the opening,
it faded back into a solid wall with a small 'squelch' sound.

Daisuke could hardly believe
what his eyes were telling him. This was so...so
space-age that his mind couldn't begin to comprehend it for a
few seconds. He dashed over to where Ken had walked through the wall
and pounded his fist on it hard. "Let me out of here, Ken!"
He yelled as loudly as he could. "You can't keep me here! I'm going
to get out! So you'd better just make it easy on yourself and
let me out! Let me out! Let me

He yelled and screamed until
his voice gave out, but the wall remained as solid and obstinate as
it could. Daisuke sank into a miserable heap beside it, denying the
tears that slipped down his cheeks as he did, and stared at the blank
floor beneath him. I don't understand any of this. He had never
really felt as if he were stupid until now. None of this made any kind
of sense. Not even the weird sense of the Digital World.

At some point, Daisuke figured
he'd gotten up and started wandering, since that was what he found himself
doing an unknown time later. He didn't remember doing it, but since
he'd been doing things without remembering how he'd started to do them
for a while now, that didn't bother him all that much. His feet came
to a rest outside of a familiar lighted door and he stared into Ken's
room once more.

It didn't appear to have changed
since he'd left it, except for Ken not being in it. The cart that Wormmon
had brought was gone as well, but the chair and the screens remained
the same. He wandered over to it, dropping down into the chair without
a second thought. He was in Ken's fortress; what did it matter if he
happened to sit on the 'throne of power'. What more could Ken do to
him other than separating him from his friends and his Digimon,
and he'd already done that. He'd even collared him.

Daisuke absently touched the
silver band once more, and was a little surprised to find that it was
warm. He was certain he'd remembered it being
cool when he'd first found out it was there. Now it felt more
like warm skin than anything else.
Guess that comes from wearing it so often. He was certain it
had something to do with the strange things that had been going on,
inside and outside of him, today. He tugged at it
half-heartedly, but like so many other things, it didn't change
no matter what he did to it.

The screens above were blank
now, and he had no idea where the keyboard was. Not that he really would
have known what to do if they were working, if he were honest with himself.
Ken's setup was so vastly different from the computers that he was used
to that he would hardly know how to turn the thing on without blowing
it up. Though if you asked Miyako, that was a problem he had most of
the time anyway. Luckily, he had never asked Miyako.

"Are you enjoying yourself
in my chair, Daisuke?" The shadow of the Kaiser fell on him just
before the words were spoken, and Daisuke looked up to see his enemy
standing in the doorway, an amused grin gracing his lips. "That's
not really where you belong. It's close...but not quite there."

Daisuke stayed where he was,
staring angrily at the other boy. "What's going on here,

"That's for me to know
and you to learn as I teach it to you." Ken stepped closer, cape
flaring about him as he did so. "I think you'll enjoy the lessoning,
as well. I've planned it out very carefully."

Daisuke slid out of the chair and stared at the Kaiser as he calmly paced over to him. Ken came to a stop right in front of him, gazing down at the redhead, cold amethyst eyes glinting behind his glasses. Every word that the goggle-wearer wanted to say froze in his throat as he eyed the other.

But as frozen as his throat was, Daisuke's body still was capable of movement. He jerked around
Ken and made a run for the door, not bothering to hold the leash as
he had earlier. If Ken wanted to grab it, he could. But he was going
too fast to be stopped by that. If Ken tried, he'd just yank it right
on out of there. The door, and hopeful escape, if only for a few seconds,
was just a few paces away, and he started through it...

He never took that step. Not
as he saw what was waiting out there now. What had been there wasn't
there anymore. The hallways and the rooms were gone. Only one room lay
beyond the doorway, and it was a complete and utter impossibility. His
mind raced and worked, trying to figure out how this could be, but nothing
that even vaguely resembled a sensible answer came out. Try as he might,
it was there, in all the blazing illogic that could be mustered.

"Do you see something
interesting out there, Daisuke? I'd be
happy to explain it to you. I don't think you really want to
hear it, though. It's a little confusing. But you don't have to worry.
It won't be long until you don't really care anymore."

Daisuke ignored Ken's voice.
What he was staring at meant a lot more, even if it made no sense whatsoever.
He started to cross the threshold, then hesitated, one foot hovering
in mid-air. What if it was just some kind of illusion or trick? Everything
else in this place seemed to thrive off of those things, and this was
even crazier than everything else he'd seen.

What he was looking at was
his bedroom. In his family's apartment on Earth.

To Be Continued