And I want to know.
Have I gone too far?
Cause I've lost all my self-control.
And I've sunk to a brand new low.

Treble Charger – Brand New Low

It had happened again. The same nightmare still haunted his every step. Morning or night, it was all the same. But it was just like that for Daisuke Motomiya. Even on the brightest of days, a blanket of ebony fog would swirl around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into the complete and utter blackness.

Tonight had been no exception. He restlessly thrashed around in his bed, attempting to run, to hide from the emptiness that lurked behind each corner of his mind. He twisted viciously to escape the petrifying mist that was everywhere. But like every other night, it swallowed him, drowning him in a sea of nothingness.

No, nothing ever could explain why he felt this way. Why the vibrant and most energetic child on the face of the planet could be haunted, tormented if you will. But to a stranger force, It was painfully clear. Each and every move he took lead into a greater game, one that amused this being.

Yes, Daisuke Motimiya was a toy. A toy that his own flesh and blood seemed to find amusement in. But as things shaped out in the future, this plaything found another, and all his plans for a greater future were obliterated.

But he had taught his son the tricks of the trade, oh yes; he had taught him very well. Even the most innocent of flowers can hold a raging bee. And this was the story he had been reading all his life. One that he would continue reading until the end of time. Everything had happened according to what he had intended, and now, it was upon them. All of them.

"Soon." He muttered through perfectly clenched lips. A malicious smirk hugging the corners of his delicate face… a face that they could only describe as angelic, in a deadly sort of manner.

But he knew before any of this could happen, he would have to wait. Waiting. Something he was never accustomed too, and a task he had no patience for. Sighing deeply, he brushed away pure strands of golden silk, placing it tidily behind his milk white ear.

Some things he could wait for. And this, was certainly one of them. He would let the visions plague this child, the one who inherited Courage and Friendship. He would let his son's pet suffer.

A bitter chuckle escaped those beautifully tinted lips, echoing in the still, empty room. Darkness. It surrounded him now. But soon, soon he would be free, and they would pay. For he knew the true secret to the darkness, and why each of those chosen children were born into it. He knew each and every one of their appalling secrets. And waiting for the day when they would all irrupt, was something he looked forward too dearly. Almost as much as the bloodbath that was quickly approaching.

Carefully, he brushed away small stands of mahogany hair. Deep, rich brown hair that spiked up in an almost unnatural manner, defying the laws of gravity. Tucking the stray pieces behind his ear, he smirked bitterly.

Blood... Maroon blood dripped from his arm. The faint, yet severely outlined, glistening slash illuminated his tanned skin. He cursed at himself several times; realizing how obvious this would show. He viciously wiped it away with a pure white towel, allowing the rich liquid to seep into the material.

This was not the first time he had done this to himself. In his mind, it was the only way to erase all the pain he felt. It was a soothing, bitter relief that washed over him. A cold, betraying pleasure in the pain.

But this was the way it was every day. He would have to plaster on that smile… that agonizing smile that told everyone, everything was all right. But in reality, things couldn't have been worse.

His watched beeped twice. The beeping sounds driving a hole through his skull as he threw on a long sleeved indigo shirt to cover the latest addition.

And it was the same story every damn day. He would walk over to his group of 'friends' and be the person they desired him to be, never once allowing them to catch a real glimpse at what he really was. He would never allow them that privilege.

Only one person was ever allowed to strip away the ice barriers that surrounded his entire being. And he loved that man with everything he had in him. The desire to be near him ate at his mind and soul until he thought he would go mad.

Ken Ichijouji. The name itself sent shivers up his spine. He was the first and only person that knew him; and even though he saw every single one of the fibers that wove together to create him, he still loved him with as much fire and passion as Daisuke did him.

He smirked to himself, letting all his insecurities wash away as he pictured his savior. The love that kept him bound to this miserable excuse for a planet. But even Daisuke knew that with Ken there, it wasn't that pathetic. If only he could have seen into the future… he would have then realized that the saying 'true love conquers all' was just a hopeless dream that people tried to attain in their lives. A forlorn, impossible dream…~*~I had seen him like this so many times before. Each time, he seemed to get worse and worse. And the only thing I could do was hold his frail body close to mine, whispering away all his insecurities and fears.

I shuddered every time the gorgeous brunette appeared at my doorstep. A fear that the little games he played with his life would one day end it. I knew I couldn't live without him, and with every moment that slipped away without him in my arms was a cruel punishment.

But today was different. I could recall every other time he would come here. Sometimes in the dead of night or other times in the pouring rain. It was just to vent and talk about everything that had screwed him up in the past years. But for some reason, he decided to tell me why he had drastically changed the way he did.

He started the horrific story, nestled closely in my arms. I held him like a quivering baby, strengthening my grasp on his fading body. I had promised myself the day I saw him, I would never let anything harm him. And that included himself.

I could only listen to him when he was like this. He muttered through uncontrollable sobs the story that had captured his family's life. It began to rain that night, letting the putrid smell of death and destruction wash away with the innocence of rain. Rain… the crystallized tears of weeping angels.

A million angels must have been sobbing that night for the lost souls. His lost soul. The soul that had left his body the moment the dull thud of bone and metal coming in contact echoed through the empty countryside.

It was a car accident that was recorded by all the newspapers the next day. Three lives had been eliminated, while another had been left for dead on the roadside, flung from the car with a crushing force.

God, I still remember the day that Tk phoned me, saying he was in the hospital. Something inside of me died that day, right along with his spirits. He told me that that was the day he truly saw things in perspective, the grand picture. The smile that was twisted on his lips made me wince.

He was never the same after that. Everything that defined him was left in shambles. He lied every single day to his teammates; muttering reassuring words that he was fine, when in reality he was nothing like the person they once knew.

The comforting 'shh-ing' noises I was making eased him off into a restful sleep. My body was so close to his, I could hear his breathing. Sharp rhythmic sounds that split the silence of the hollow room.

Out of habit, I passed my hands through his hair; the wisps of chocolate brown caressing every inch of my palm as I lightly shut my eyes. He had began breathing heavily, another one of his nightmares.

He had been having them since he was twelve. Basically, for as long as I had known him. He never told me what they were about, and I never pressured him into spilling. I would never make him repeat the horrors that went on in his head.

I could clearly remember this one time he woke right in the heart of the night. A cold sweat dangling from his brow as he kept inhaling to fill his burning lungs. I had woken up right beside him; my arms instantly blanketing his sweat slicked back. He made me promise to him that night that I would always be truthful with him. A horror glistening in those pools of cinnamon. And I couldn't refuse him anything.

And that was why I hated myself. I hated myself with a passion because ever time I saw him, I would look him straight in the eyes and lie to him. But deep inside, I knew I could never tell him the truth. I would never tell him that I, Ken Ichijouji, the one person he trusted and loved, was really the only person he loathed.

I had decided long ago when I saw him that I would make him mine. And now that I had him, I would never let anyone come between us, or do anything to screw up the relationship we had.

"Ken…" he sighed heavily as my grip tightened. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked calmly, knowing now he was awake.

"For this… for worrying you." Without warning, he turned in my arms, looking me in the eyes. Chocolate met violet and I melted. "I swear to you Ken, I'm going to get better for you. And I'm going to stay better for as long as you want me."

A smile broke out on my face. "Then you'll be better forever Daisuke." I beamed, unable to change the contortion of my face. "I love you Daisuke. Never forget that."

"I love you too Ken." He whispered as I brought my lips down on his, capturing his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. My chest clenched at the almost deathly grip that was leeched onto my heart. No. I would never let him go. I would die first.~*~Evil didn't deserve to be this happy. I snarled at the sight of them, my stomach lurching every time they touched. Every time they kissed… I knew deep inside of me Ken did not deserve to have Daisuke love him the way he did.

I sat from my seat on the bench in the park watching them through clenched eyes. Daisuke sitting peacefully on Ken's lap as the blue haired genius kissed his neck possessively. A small smile of ease appeared on Daisuke's lips. I wanted to throw up. Ever since that day I discovered his little secret, it was a battle with my conscience.

It had been a particularly dreary fall day in the Digiworld. The sun was hidden behind a shield of charcoal gray clouds, looming on pure black. A fierce wind kicked up, licking the ground with its fierce wisps, blowing everything out of place.

We trudged on; the crunching of the multicolored leaves beneath our feet became almost hypnotizing. Breeze, with a sharp edge of steel screamed past our ears, causing us to shiver. The ground was littered with the leaves, giving it the impression of a carpet, a floor of brightly colored fallen soldiers.

And there, standing before us was the Digimon Emperor. That wailing wind lapped over his arrogant figure as his imperial cape twirled gracefully around his legs. That sadistic smile etched on his lips.

"What a pleasant surprise." He sneered, the sarcasm dripping from his voice, almost able to fill a well. I remember balling my fist so tightly that my nails cut into my palm and crimson drops of blood escaped, rolling off my fingers like transparent tears.

The battle had kicked up so rapidly I couldn't even grasp what had truly happened. All I could recall was pouncing like a skilled hunter, landing on my prey in a heap of flesh and fists. My own personal score had to be settled this day.

Though he had managed to lay a few good hits on me, I overpowered him with my weight and height; his body was crushed into mine as I pinned him down; the tides turned as I smirked down at him, the same smile he had perfected with us.

"So." I taunted, savoring my victory. "Just who do we have here?" I asked, my eyes filling with a mocking, taunting glare that caused the Emperor to shiver. "How about a public unveiling…" I trailed off.

"NO!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Please God, not here! Not now!" He begged. The taste of victory only sweetening. "Listen Tk, I'm begging you, please!"

"How do you know my name?" I wondered my voice low and amazed. Instantly, my fingers hovered over his face, lifting the purple tinted glasses that loaned the shorter boy's face. The gasp was caught in my throat as I gazed into Ken Ichijouji's eyes - those eyes I would be able to recognize anywhere.

"Please Tk." He pleaded, his voice softening to a compassionate, sincere tone. "Don't let Daisuke see me. It would kill me…" and for the first time in my life, I felt compelled to let this evil go.

He lightly pushed me off him when my grasp softened. A small, almost unnoticeable smile briefly flashed on his lips. I could only stare at him as he ran off, fleeing from the battle like a scared rabbit. My body went numb as I choked. A feeling of deep betrayal hung over my head like a dark cloud of foreboding.

"Are you okay?" Daisuke asked me, stepping from behind and helping me to me feet. My best friend’s arms wrapped securely around my waist. I turned to look at him, biting down hard on my lip. Go figure. The person that Daisuke was head over heels in love with was the corruption we had sought to destroy for years. He knew about us - every one of us - through the supposed friendship he held. I mentally began listing off all the plans he had foiled, due to the fact he already knew about them.

And then, something even graver slashed at my chest; Ken was the one that claimed to love Daisuke…

Now, a whole three weeks later, I gave him an ultimatum. Either he tells Daisuke about his little, 'extra-curricular activities' or I would. I winced inwardly, trying to determine the outcome of the raging battle going off in my mind.

Ken was the only person that kept our leader on the side of sanity… My God, if he were to ever find out… No. As his friend, I had to tell him if Ken didn't. For all I knew, Ken could only be using him for the soul purpose of furthering his conquests in the Digiworld.

But then, the small voice of reasoning in me shouted in volumes. No. Ken couldn't be faking the way he felt about Daisuke. It just wouldn't be possible. I knew first hand how they seemed to light up near each other, like two halves finally coming together. I sighed, giving up.

Slowly, I began to shuffle toward them, a look of menace in my eyes that Ken would recognize. "Hey." I greeted pleasantly, looking right into Ken's cold amethyst eyes.

"Hi, Tk." Daisuke muttered dazedly, his stare glazed over slightly, as a goofy smile crept to his lips. I was glad for him, I really was. Daisuke was the one person I could trust in this world, and the last thing I wanted to see was him hurt.

"Tk," Ken stated formally, hugging Daisuke securely in his arms. There was this hint of possessiveness to Ken when I came down to Daisuke. He protected him, shielding and comforting him when I wasn't there. And at times like these, I never doubted his love for the other.

"Have you seen Sora?" I asked casually, my eyes shifting from Daisuke to Ken. I knew perfectly well where my girlfriend was, but that was the little signal I had given Ken; the one that demanded we talk.

"Oh!" he exclaimed suddenly. "There's something I have to give you, Tk!" Reluctantly he pulled away from Daisuke, hating every moment he was away from that warm body. Quickly, we walked away from the handsome brunette, standing in back of a tree to have our conversation.

"You haven't told him yet have you?" I snarled. The expression on Ken's face was one of pure sorrow.

"Tk, you have to forgive me! I seriously can't do this! He'll hate me forever and I can't lose him. God, I love him so much it drives me insane!"

"Ken, you have to tell him! This will end blowing up in your face and you will lose him! For good!" I snapped quietly, not wanting him to overhear.

"You don't understand Tk! You can't understand this situation!" he retorted defensively, his eyes shooting daggers.

"What is it that I don't get?!" I demanded to know. Ken bit his lip, glancing quickly at Daisuke before sighing deeply. The story just poured out of him all in one instant. The words were recoiling in my skull, echoing over and over again. Once they finally sank in, I felt my knees turn to jelly. "I had no idea." I mumbled, my face turning pale.

"I'm holding him together Tk. If something ever happens, and he finds out about me, he… he'll just die." He finished, shaking his head of the thought. "And even if he won't let me anywhere near him, I won't let him go that easily." Determination clearly heard in his dominating voice.

"Ken listen to me!" I commanded. "You have to tell him. The longer you keep this from him, the more serious it'll become. I might hate you has the Digimon Emperor, but Ken Ichijouji is my friend." My eyes softened briefly. "But if you do anything to hurt him…"

"I would never." He interrupted almost suddenly. "I would never hurt him."

"And I'm trusting you to that." I replied casually, not a trace of feeling in my voice. "Don't let me down Ken." I concluded, turning on my heel and walking off. But I was a fool, and I wasn't walking away from Ken; I was walking away from the problem at hand. And now that I look back upon what happened, I really wish I had told Daisuke about Ken the first chance I had. Then maybe this whole mess could have been avoided.

Maybe.~*~

I sighed deeply, brushing away a small piece of my short blond hair. I hated waiting. This was one of the traits I had picked up from my father, an impatience that ruled over the Gods.

But some things in life were worth waiting for. That's what I told myself over and over again, each and every morning. My mother always said 'the harder the task, the sweeter the reward'. But then again, my mother also said George Washington shoveled our driveway… raving fool.

"Oh father." I sighed once again, taking a bit of the cooled liquid up to my lips, the bittersweet taste filling my mouth with a frenzy of anticipation. I was the soul person to inherit this special gift that was passed onto me. My father left me alone in this world to fend for myself. To hunt down those that spiked my interest… to kill them, making them part of me.

I unconsciously shuddered in pure exhilaration as I pictured making him a part of me. Our first encounter had been all to brief, not long enough to satisfy my hunger for him. To feel his life quivering under mine… to sense him flowing through my veins… I shuddered again.

At the time, I only sensed his presence. It was an aura that suffocated me, pulling me deeper and deeper into this never-ending void of fog and mirrors. For the last eight years, my nights had been filled with his haunting memory. I wanted desperately to grab a hold of him, dominating his muscular physique, making him mine once and for all.

My mouth burned for his again. We had become linked that night. The first night I had truly tasted perfection. That one fateful night I had starved myself, refusing to harm another life. I stumbled around aimlessly for hours, growing weaker with ever step. My pulse pounding under my flesh, begging me to just drink… what would one more soul really do?

Giving into that craving, I found him sitting alongside the road, all broken and torn, bleeding. His blood smelled so sweet to me, almost like it was an invitation for a sip. I collapsed near him, brushing away a few strand of the richest chocolate hair I had ever laid eyes on. His body still heaving slightly. His life almost ended.

I could have gazed at him for hours, never prying my eyes from him. He was so beautiful… but he was dying, and that was something I just couldn't let happen. In saving both our lives I sunk my fangs into his supple neck, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the most delicious liquid I had ever had the honor of drinking.

But in return, I injected him with a few small genes of my own, the ones that ensured a steady recovery. This was my way of reassuring myself I would be able to have a taste of him again. My icy skin slowly started to change back to its tanned self; my heart steadily thumping in my chest, refreshed and revitalized.

The next morning I was on a flight to America, to restart my terror in a new land. The doctor there always seemed to have an answer for what happened to my victims. 'Anemia.' I quoted, spitting in disgust.

But that night changed my life forever. Now, the only goal I had set out for myself was to go back to Japan and find him. Strangely, destiny spun a tangled web, and we met again in his dreams. My blood in him and his blood in me joined us somehow.

"Whatcha drinkin'?" a child asked me as I arched my head slightly. He was sitting beside me, looking up at me with the greenest eyes I had ever imagined. For the last seven hours he had been sitting next to me.

"Blood." I replied calmly, watching his eyes grow in horror, then soften with laugher.

"You're funny." He giggled, turning his head back to the front of the plane. He once again turned to me. "My name's Sebastian. What's yours?"

A smile curved on my lips. "Wallace."

~*~

"God I love you." I muttered over and over again, kissing his lips with a fiery desire. My lips trailed down his throat and neck, kissing up every inch of his beautiful skin. His treacherously gorgeous head pressed tightly against my chest as I continued my fun, getting a small muffled chuckle from him.

"You tickle when you do that." He pouted so irresistibly. He inhaled dreamily, hugging me closer. I relaxed into his grasp leaning back on the soft pillow that rested at the top of his bed. My head sinking into it as he gently placed his under mine.

"Ken." He softly asked, yawning loudly.

"Yeah." I replied, cuddling in closer to his hair. I almost found it amusing how quickly I could turn faces. One day I was the evil Digimon Emperor, the next, faithful lover to the leader of my enemies. I never minded the latter one bit.

Daisuke paused for a brief moment, shuddering lightly. "Please don't leave me tonight…" his voice low and whispered, mumbling the last few words. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

"I had no intention of leaving anytime soon." I whispered back, kissing the side of his head. But then…"Why?" I asked, a little concerned.

"The black…" he muttered again, wincing physically as his arms strengthened, almost crushing my body.

"Daisuke, what are you talking about?" I inquired, wiggling out of the grasp of death.

He rambled on, completely ignoring my question. "Have you ever felt so alone that the only thing that comforts you is the dark?" his voice was so low and trembling, almost as if he were scared of something. I felt cold. "I don't go to sleep anymore Ken, the darkness follows me everywhere. And it scares me so much."

"What?" I breathed, my face draining of all its color.

"There's this voice that whispers things to me. It tells me that everyone around me will hate me if they ever found out. I can't let them slip away Ken…" he stifled a sob. "This voice drags me down into this world of hate and death and no matter how many times I scream, I'm all alone. I don't want to be alone anymore."

"Daisuke look at me." I spoke firmly after a minute of extreme silence. "I swear to you, I will never leave you. You're stuck with me forever, like it or not." I smiled, earning a small chuckle from him.

"Ken the darkness told me I would hurt you… all of you."

"Impossible." I brushed it off. "Nothing you could ever do would hurt me. I love you too much for that." But he was already too far-gone to hear. I had known he hadn't gotten any rest for the last few days and sleep was pressed heavily on his eyes.

But now I finally knew what was torturing him every night. All those long, gruesome nights he would wake up shaking. Now I knew what was going on in that head of his. And it still didn’t make the situation any better.

I held him tightly that night, doing my best to comfort him in his sleep. But like always, in the middle of the night he would wake up screaming. The blackness once again winning.

The next morning was a restless one for the both of us. We struggled out of bed, exhausted out of our minds. And it certainly didn't help that we had French class first thing in the morning. We had gathered up our books, slowly hustling over to class, sitting in our usual seats in the back.

The teacher, for some reason, was picking on Daisuke the whole time, making him read out-loud for most of the period. The one story we were reading was by a man that obviously had some issues.

A man named Le Troublé fell in love with a flower that supposedly sang. Ridiculed by his fellow villages, his friend Daumier took the flower, and planted it in the forest. But Le Troublé hunted down the flower and crushed it in his palm.

"Toujours je tue ce que j'aime." Daisuke finished off the story. "I always kill those I love."

The story was bittersweet, and in a way, made so much sense, but in other ways, it was just a bunch of lines on a paper. With the moral still unclear in my head, I shoved my books in my bag. Class was finally over.

"Excellent reading." I winked, stepping next to him. His arm snaked their way around my waist, pulling me closer. Despite the lack of sleep he had, he was still as energetic and vibrant as usual.

"Excellent audience." He replied smartly, kissing me briefly before exiting the room. I shook my head at him, laughing lightly. Some things would never change. It was probably written in stone that he had to be hoped up on sugar all day.

"I have the next period free, what about you?" I asked.

"Japanese Lit." he moaned, looking at his schedule. He rubbed the side of his head, inhaling deeply. "I have to go see the professor, I'll see you later."

"Bye." I waved as he darted off, twisting around the corner and disappearing in a crowd of busy students. So, 70 free minutes… whatever shall I do? This question was quickly solved as I sat down on a bench on the campus.

"Well well well. If it isn't Ken Ichijouji." A voice so familiar to me spoke. My head shot up as I gazed into his sea colored eyes.

"Wallace!" I almost shouted, jumping up and laughing slightly. "Wow! I haven't seen you for years!"

"Eight if I remember correctly." He smiled heartily.

"Not to sound rude, but why are you here? Aren't you in school now?"

"I came here to suck some blood, kill a few people." I smiled, laughing as he winked. "Call it an early Spring Break. I came here to see you guys again!"

"It's so good to see you!" I grinned. "Daisuke will be thrilled when he sees you!"

"Really?" he stated hopefully. Something kicked me slightly as a faint feeling of protectiveness overwhelmed me. But maybe I was just overreacting.

"Yeah, he'll be glad to see an old friend. Things have gotten really hectic lately you know, school, work, school work." I listed jokingly.

"So how you been doing Ken?" he asked as we started walking to a small café at the end of the block. The sweet smells of the pastries mixed with the strong, predominant odors of the coffee.

"Amazing." I smiled. "In fact, I've never been happier. I'm doing great in school and I have a few thousand scholarships to look at, my family's all happy, and I'm in love with the most gorgeous, caring person alive!"

"Miyako, right! I knew you two would get together!" he cheered for me, grabbing a doughnut and shoving a piece in his mouth.

I laughed almost immediately, which caused the American to cast me a confused glance. "No, not Miyako." I trailed off, shaking my head. "Daisuke and I have been together for the last six years." I smiled airily.

"Really?" he almost growled, but I was off in the clouds and I didn't catch it at all. "I'm so happy you're happy." He said emotionlessly.

Now that I did pick up. I was almost tempted to smirk and go on and on about our relationship. It was the evil inside of me I guess. But I nipped that away and put on a pleasant face. "So, how have you been?"

"Same as you I guess, except Daisuke isn't my boyfriend." He chuckled softly, mouthing something when I looked away for a second. The feeling that Wallace was interested in Daisuke became more and more obvious throughout the entire conversation. And I was having serious problems keeping my jealously in order. Green was a shade I didn't wear well.

"I thought I'd find you here." Daisuke's voice filled my ears as I turned to face him walking through the door. "Cheating on my already, I'm disappointed Ken." He smiled as I stood up to greet him, wrapping my arms around him tightly, for once forgetting everything around me.

"Wallace!" Daisuke exploded, looking at the blond sitting at the table across from me. "Oh my God hey!"

"Hey yourself." He smiled, sitting up for a hug Daisuke offered. For a second I saw his eyes flash red as he glared up at me smiling almost deviously.

"How long have you been here!?" Daisuke smiled, looking breathlessly at him. "It's been forever!"

"Too long, I know. I would have come sooner, but medical problems kept me back." He spoke in an injured voice. I was appalled, to say the least, my skin crawling as that possessiveness I had toward Daisuke flared up.

Without thinking I ripped him away from the American and held onto him firmly. And as open to the world as my love was, he was so blind in so many ways.

He didn't even notice he was being thoroughly checked out by the visitor. A look of pure craving plastered on Wallace's face. I quivered out of nowhere, not trusting Wallace anymore. Maybe it was my envy, maybe it was my gut instinct, but I knew I shouldn't leave Daisuke alone with him at all.~*~He didn't trust me. I sensed it from the first minute I had mentioned Daisuke. It had been a few days since we had all gathered in that quaint café, and as soon as we parted, I spent every minute wondering how to separate them. I couldn't get anywhere near Daisuke as long as Ken was next to him. He wouldn't let me.

So now, I was forced to resorting to the more drastic measures. See, what the Digidestined didn't know, was my father kept me well informed about what happens in their lives. Yet somehow, he managed to keep the little fact the person I had hungered for was now with another… one that was less worthy.

I was hidden, just waiting. The clock in the room slowly ticked down, second after second. A pale lamp was in the corner, illuminating small sections of the wall, casting the entire room in this immense shadow. My eyes were leering at the door, as I became even more impatient. A clicking alerted every one of my senses as my head shot up from the pale gray carpet.

He was home and by the sound of it was alone. Perfect. I needed to talk to him in private, away from Daisuke's ears. I had something planned for Ken that was crueler than death, for it would haunt him every single second of the day until it consumed his soul and murdered him mercilessly.

He walked into the room, dropping gracefully on the bed as he moaned loudly. His head shot up as his eyes scanned the room. "Who's there? Daisuke?" he asked.

"Close." I whispered, immerging from my waiting area. Ken's eyes narrowed in his skull as he looked at me menacingly.

"What are you doing here?" he nearly spat. Ever since I had made my grand entrance, Ken made it his personal mission to show me every opportunity how much Daisuke 'loved' him. It made my stomach churn. But that little act wouldn't go unpunished. He'll just suffer greater for it.

"Why, I've come to see you." I mutter breathlessly, striding over to him so I looked down at him. "You don't deserve him Ken. You never have, and you never will!" The violet eyed genius glared at me, balling his fists tightly. "And don't go all defensive on me, because you know I'm right. Emperor."

I could literally see the color draining from his face. He became wordless, his mouth hanging open as if I had just uncovered his big secret. Oops! I did! "How?" was all he asked me as I smirked.

"I have my sources. And I'm sure I'm going to have fun telling Daisuke about you. I'm absolutely positive he would love to know this little secret about his 'perfect' Ken." I quipped. He paled even more.

"You wouldn't!" he hissed the words as a shadow appeared in his eyes, the pale violet suddenly raging an almost royal purple.

"Wouldn't I?" I lipped. "You have no idea how much I would love to see his image of you tarnished. You aren't anything like the person he needs! You're so false I can see right through you!"

"My feelings for him are genuine. I love him, and he. Loves. Me." Ken growled. "I won't let you take him from me Wallace. I fought to hard to get him."

"Then let's see how hard you fight to keep him." I stated threateningly, as I began walking out of the room. I was satisfied at what happened. "Oh, one more thing." I added in, just as his rage was about to blow over.

"What?" he bit.

"Emperor, I'm telling you this now. You will pay dearly for what you're doing to me now. I'm going to take him, and I'm going to use him. I'll use him until he's nothing but a shell. I'll turn him back into the person he hated and wanted to kill. I'll make him a monster, and it'll all be your fault. You'd better get up the guts to tell him about you now, or when I do tell him, all hell will break loose."

I slammed the door behind me, smiling my head off. On the way out, I knocked a picture of the two of them on the floor, crushing it with my foot. A growl resided in my throat as I kicked away the frame.

No, absolutely nothing he did from this point on would save his soul. I would make sure that I successfully extinguished every bit of light in his otherwise dark life. And that light was Daisuke.



Now, look how the tides have changed. I was once again standing over the Emperor, his body being shackled to mine as I stood him up for the whole world to see. I had him firmly in a position where he wouldn't be able to struggle out of.

It had been one of those 'heroic' struggles between good and evil in the Digiworld. The Digidestined had taken me along this time to assist them. And assisting them was exactly what I was doing.

"Good job Wallace." Daisuke congratulated, cheering loudly. If only he knew…

"Wallace stop this please!" Ken begged. He begged quite well actually, something I was quite surprised on to be perfectly honest. "Don't do this!"

"I told you I would get you back." I sneered. "Say goodbye to your life Emperor!"

"No!" he hissed as the entire group gathered close by, leering at the evil that was in my grasp. All except Tk. He looked almost remorseful. I knew he knew, this would make it all the more fun.

As soon as I was sure Daisuke was close enough, I smiled. "Daisuke, you're the leader, you should be the one to unmask this… this monster!" I encouraged nobly. Ken just struggled pointlessly in my iron grasp.

"No!" Tk shouted. Everyone stopped to look at him quizzically. "I mean, let me do it. He caused me the most grief!" he was lying through his teeth as Ken shot him a thankful smile, even though he knew it was pointless. He was going to be found out and he was going to lose the one he loved. To me.

"I want to do it." Daisuke sat, brushing Tk away lightly and striding over to me and my prisoner. Anticipation was growing in me in an unnatural manner; I was practically glowing with joy.

Slowly, he reached out to touch the glasses Ken wore. The Emperor flinched as he yanked his head out of Daisuke's grasp but he just took it again, holding it firmly. My heart step up, ready to burst at any moment.

"I'm sorry." Ken muttered, dropping his gaze as Daisuke slipped off the shades. Ever so gently, Daisuke lifted his head, gasping loudly as he met the dismal look of his boyfriend.

"No…" he trailed off, stepping back only to collapse on the ground. I dropped Ken like a ton of bricks, plastering on the fakest look of disgust I could muster without laughing. He didn't even bother picking himself up, he just stared at the ground, fighting back tears.

"I'm so sorry Daisuke." I muttered sincerely, looking at him intently. He had never looked more beautiful to me. He was broken and betrayed, dead. His flaming eyes went black almost; no emotion was visible in those pools of brown. Tears were streaming down his face as his bottom lip trembled. He was shaking.

"Not Ken…" he mumbled numbly. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. I sighed lightly, pulling him in closer.

"I'm so sorry Daisuke. I wanted to tell you." Ken apologized, gazing over at the vision in my arms. Like Daisuke, he was crying; small droplets stained his imperial suit. "I… I… I'm sorry."

Then, the sweetest words I could have ever heard escaped Daisuke's mouth. "You lied to me… you lied to me." He paused briefly, forcing his tears to stop as a hard look crossed his face. His features contorting from grief to rage all in a second. "I hate you."

"No…" Ken muttered losing some of the ground he was kneeling on. His arms sliding ever so slightly. Daisuke broke down now, not bothering to try and hold on. He just sank into my arms as I squeezed. The sweet smell of his blood wafted around my nostrils suddenly.

Looking at him, I noticed he was biting his lip, drawing some blood. It was so tempting. The desire to sink my teeth into his grew and grew. And I was never one to go against my desires, especially when they contained Daisuke.

I jumped up, sneering as a laugh escaped my lips. It was low and echoed in the small forest; evil laced into every chuckle. Miyako screamed when she saw my eyes flicker red and was silenced when two small fangs protruded.

I violently snapped his head to the side, getting a sharp cry from him and a shout of protest from the others. But they were all to paralyzed with fear to do anything. "Let him go!" Ken bellowed.

"Wallace…" Daisuke trailed off, not knowing exactly what I was fully doing. Rapidly, I hand yanked at his jacket, tearing it slightly. Now, his neck was fully exposed for me. I trembled unnoticeably, try to use some of the will power I had. Not yet… not now…

"I'm only going to say this once, let him go!" Ken snapped yet again. Now.

"Oh, mouthing back is gonna cost you." I told him smirking deviously. I had snaked my arm around his torso, holding on tightly. My grip was frighteningly strong and no matter how much he squirmed, I held him down firmly.

I let out a low chuckle as I traced my finger right across his throat in a cutting motion. Tk's eyes went wide with shock as Ken jumped up, ready to fight for him. He almost lunged, but Tk held him back, having more common sense. Gently, I lowered my mouth to his neck, licking his skin playfully. He shuddered.

"Tasty." I smiled evilly at Ken who snarled. My finger trailed across his skin, just until I found a lightly thumping vein. I could literally feel his life pounding in his chest as I slashed the side of his neck with my nail. A long line of shimmering maroon appeared as I lapped it up hungrily. Daisuke flinched as he squeezed is eyes shut refusing to scream. "Very tasty."

The entire time I was looking at Ken, not once taking my eyes off the raven haired genius. I was going to deliberately make this painful for Daisuke.

Slowly, I pressed my fang against the still bleeding cut. Daisuke shuddered in pure terror, tensing up at my touch. And then slowly, so slowly I sank my teeth into his, shifting a little to both deepen and widen the entry holes. Still he refused to scream. But that quickly changed as I sharply bit the back of his neck and as he let out a piercing scream, I crushed his ribs with my arm.

I squeezed so hard until I could feel his heart beating rapidly on my flesh, until I was positive he couldn't breath. He gasped, crying out for help as I kept feeding from him, not being able to get enough of his sweet taste. I refused to let a single drop of that perfection go to waste.

Then, his cries softened. The vicious struggle he had been fighting suddenly ceased. He went limp in my arms, just as the flow of blood stopped. I completely drained him of the fluid he needed to survive. He was dead.

Now all I had to do was wait. Dropping his body in a heap, I stood up, smiling at the Emperor with bloodstained teeth. I licked my lips, still glaring at him menacingly. Daisuke's blood was rapidly filling my body as the feeling of serene warmth passed through me, causing me to shiver. This was a feeling that would be part of me forever.

And just like that, I walked away, leaving them to grieve. From the corner of my eyes I saw Ken, bonelessly crawling over to Daisuke, gathering his corpse in his arms, crying. It was a heart-wrenching sob, one that probably would have gotten to me if the situation hadn't been so glorifying.

~*~

"Death is like a pink elephant." The priest at the funeral muttered grimly. "Nobody in a room can ignore it." He went on to mutter a few more words as everyone around him cried.

I was one of the few that had told himself beforehand he wouldn't shed a tear. Not to be cruel, but to be respectful. Daisuke wouldn't have wanted me to be weak. Now, I was the one that had to bear the courageous nature, even though the only think I wanted to do was collapse and weep.

Ken didn't even come today. Ever since it happened, he locked himself up in his room and cried. Daisuke's death had affected him the most out of anyone. He suffered such a morbid death, that I almost wanted to wretch at the thought. I could only imagine the pain he must have gone through.

Doctors said that if he didn't die of the 'blood loss' he would have died from the sever injuries done to his organs. Wallace tore into his with his own bones. His organs tearing like tissue paper as the ivory dagger dug deep inside, causing him the most excruciating pain possible.

The day itself had been miserable. It was like the Gods were mourning themselves as the sky changed from a light blue to a deep gray. The clouds bordered on rain, but I knew that they wouldn't weep today. Not now anyway.

But just as the first spade of brown dirt was thrown on his wooden coffin, the heaven parted and the crystal tears spewed down. Droplets crashed into the cold slab of marble, which was now marking Daisuke's resting place for all eternity. He really was gone…

I don't think I fully comprehended the situation until I saw everyone move away, going back home to grieve privately. At that moment a flood of tears burst through me, streaming down my face alongside the raindrops.

I collapsed at his grave, crying all the tears I had kept inside. My best friend was gone now. He would never be coming back ever again. Now I knew how Ken felt. There was this emptiness in the pit of my stomach that seemed to devour everything. A cold chill passed up my spin as this emptiness turned to loneliness.

"I'm sorry Tk." Sora stifled a sob as she wrapped her arms around me in a comforting embrace. I grabbed onto her like a life support, biting down on my lip to stop the tears. The pain of losing him suddenly becoming unbearable.



"Look at what the cat drug in." Wallace taunted as he stepped around me, lightly touching my neck. His touch was so frosty, almost like pure ice. "Did you get lost Digidestined?" he darkly chuckled.

"Well they are lost without their leader." Daisuke added in evilly. Wallace strode over to him, wrapping his arm around Daisuke's waist and kissing him passionately. Right in front of Ken.

"Tell me Emperor." He happily sighed after breaking apart. "Did you get this fluttering feeling every time you kissed him?" he muttered, tenderly stroking the side of his new mate's cheek. Ken didn't say anything; he just stared dejectedly at the cold stone floors of his old base.

"Cat got your tongue?" Daisuke pouted menacingly as he punched Ken hard across the face. Ken still refused to look up, and as I looked at him, I saw that his eyes were squeezed tightly together. A tear dangling dangerously on his eyelashes.

"Oh, but I'm sure they did." Wallace continued to mock. "I'm sure you got all kinds of wicked, evil feeling when you were taking advantage of him." He whispered in his ear. "All those nights he came to your place sobbing and hysterical… you must have had such fun…"

"I never," Ken almost choked. "I never did anything like that. Ever."

"Well then weren't you a fool. You should have sucked up as much time with him as you could." He paused for a brief moment. "Sucked, why, I do believe I made a joke!"

"Stick to your day job then." Ken spat viciously, earning him a sharp slap from Wallace.

"I wouldn't be making comments like that if I were you and certainly not if I were you in this situation!" Wallace growled, pushing his head back so it smashed against the wall. "Just look at what I did to your friends…" he softly hissed.

His hand shot out, unveiling the room that stank of death. I tried to keep my eyes firmly shut, trying as best as I could to not look at everything around me. All the Digidestined were chained to wall, dead. Two shining ensanguined marks on all their necks, blending in with the faint purple and blue bruising.

But these children wouldn't be raising from the dead like Daisuke did. No, Wallace had made sure of that by snapping all their necks first. Now, the only thing that was left of the New Digidestined were three gory bodies and one undead leader.

At this time, Wallace was whispering in Ken's ear and I couldn't hear anything. But whatever he was saying deeply upset Ken because he was crying now. Daisuke gazed at them obediently, not moving at all. He resembled a monstrous statue, ready to attack at any second.

"Just kill me." Ken begged after Wallace had finished.

"With pleasure." He chuckled. "Daisuke." He commanded.

"Yes." He said, stepping forward. Wallace handed him a jagged dagger, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Right when you think he's going to pass out from pain, stab him in the heart." He ordered as Daisuke nodded his head in agreement. Wallace slammed his teeth into Ken's neck, but instantly pulled back spitting. "It's so bitter." He choked.

"May I?" Daisuke asked as he slowly sliced a line in his palm for Wallace to feed from. The blond happily accepted the offering to clean his mouth. After he was finished, he wiped his mouth and nodded, stepping back to watch his dark love in action.

Ken smiled for a brief moment as he murmured to Daisuke. "Thank you." I knew that he thought it better he died by the hands of the one he loved than by those of Wallace.

"I'm sorry." Daisuke replied so softly I had to strain my ears to hear. Ken gasped as Daisuke bit him, making it as gentle for the genius as possible.

And just as Ken began to slip in the chains, Daisuke took the dagger and raised it high above his head. Wallace's eyes grew in anticipation as he eagerly waited for the Emperor to die.

But instead of Daisuke plunging the knife in Ken, he swiftly used it to slice through the chains on the wall that were shackling his arms. He seemed to pounce next to me, cutting open my restraints as well. "Get out!" he snapped in my ear as he pushed Ken into my arms and stood defensively in front of me.

"Why you back-stabbing…" Wallace started to say as I practically jumped towards the door, struggling to hold onto Ken as best I could. "I should kill you for your disobedience!"

"You already did." He replied curtly. His fingers balling into a tight fist. "You've already done your worst to me, it can't get any worse."

"Do you want to bet on that?" he lipped as he launched himself at the brunette. I had to pull Ken out of the way as they tumbled backward, colliding into the wall. Daisuke punched him in the jaw, kicking him off swiftly.

"You ruined my life in more ways than one!" he snapped kicking him in the gut. As the boy doubled over, he kneed him in the jaw, throwing him down pathetically. "You killed my friends, you killed me and you were going to kill the only person that ever gave a damn about me! I don't think so!"

At once, he took the dagger and launched it at him with amazing speed and force. The accuracy on it was dead on as it soared right for Wallace's head. Gazing at them mesmerized I lost my balance, letting go of Ken as I tumbled to the ground. I had tripped over Miyako's frigid leg.

Just as the dagger was about to penetrate Wallace's skull, he caught the blade. The tip just skimming his skin. And he smirked as he took the dagger and flung it back. Except it wasn't aimed at Daisuke. It was aimed for Ken.

He didn't even see it coming as it dug deep into his flesh, embedding itself near his lungs. He didn't even have the strength to scream as he hit the ground. "Ken!" Daisuke screamed painfully as he rushed over, picking up his body.

"He's not going to make it." Wallace assured us as he turned on his heels, disappearing without another word.

"Ken no!" Daisuke cried as he grabbed the knife and pulled it from his limp body. "No I can't lose you Ken…" he sobbed hysterically as Ken managed to smile weakly.

"Shh. Don't cry Daisuke." Just then, something happened as Ken's arm hit the ground with a deafening thud. His chest was heaving so lightly; it almost looked as if it wasn't even moving.

My sky blue eyes looked at them briefly, somehow catching the small, unspoken conversation going on between them. Ken nodded weakly as he shut his eyes, letting a painful gasp escape his mouth.

Daisuke shook off his tears as he lowered his lips to Ken's already bitten neck. "I'm not losing you." He muttered as he bit him again, sucking as much blood out of him as he could without completely breaking down.



The Digidestined were never the same after that day. Both Daisuke and myself had brought back all the late Digidestined's bodies, giving them all a proper burial. I had the hardest time explaining what killed them to their parents, but Daisuke and I had formed a decent story that just passed.

But because Wallace killed them before hand, they never did come back. Ken was the only one to rise and Daisuke and him had a joyful reunion, barely able to pry apart from one another. They still remained in the human world, continuing their lives and acting as normal as possible, but once in a while I would have to go and volunteer blood for them.

I didn't mind much, because in return they would keep me healthy. A type of benefit for me, the only human from the new Digidestined. But I had this feeling that it wasn't over just like that. A line from a story, I didn’t even know the meaning to waft around my head constantly after that day.

"Toujours je tue ce que j'aime."

And I chuckled at it, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. My mouth suddenly twitching for a decent meal now. I walked down the street, sighing deeply as a pretty redhead walked past me. I shot her a wink as I turned on my heel, and followed her.

"Hey there." She greeted, flashing me a dazzling smile.

"Hey there yourself." I replied, flashing her a toothy grin of my own. Before she could even scream I had her by the throat, biting into her as I dragged us into an alley. Her battle ending as I snapped her neck, leaving her in a dumpster. Wallace certainly had a few things to learn. But hey, what are fathers for?

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