Part 2 - Sun Goes Down
Standard disclaimers apply.
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for all of 02 except the epilogue.
YAOI WARNING: Erm... hmm, well there's going to be boy x boy stuff
all throughout this fic, but I doubt it will get explicit. I don't
really want to call it shonen ai though, because there's not going to
be much WAFF at -all- in this fic. Just loads and loads of angst.
"I hate to say it," Yamato said distastefully as they waited for the
elevator in Ken's apartment building to reach the proper floor. They
being him, Takeru and Hikari. The plan for the day had been for the
three of them to go out to lunch, bum around and basically have a
good time together. Yamato had planned this particular outing because
it was such a rare occasion to see his brother without anything else
bugging them, like his band or the fate of the Digital World. Hikari
was along because it was nigh impossible to separate the two most of
the time and because Yamato wasn't fool enough to try. Of course,
that was all shot to hell with Takeru's little decision to change
things. "But this has got to be the dumbest idea you've come up with
in awhile, Takeru."
"Oh come on Yamato, give Daisuke some credit," Hikari practically
beamed up at the older boy as she wrapped her arm snugly in Takeru's,
looking to all the world as if they were a couple... or something.
Sometimes, even Yamato couldn't tell whether they were -just friends-
or what. He wouldn't ask though. He wasn't quite that tacky. He'd
just get Taichi to do it one of these days. Yeah, that would work.
"I am giving him credit," Yamato sighed as he envisioned how the rest
of the day would go, "I'm sure he won't try to pick a fight with
Takeru the entire time, but it will certainly seem like he was doing
his damnedest afterwards."
"This from Mister 'Oh let them fight'," Takeru smirked as Yamato
scowled at him in reply. He knew full well he and Daisuke didn't get
along spectacularly well, but Ken had really appeared to be in sore
need of some relief yesterday. So, he had just invited both Ken and
Daisuke to lunch in the same breath in hopes that it would help
somewhat. He knew that Hikari wouldn't mind at all. His brother, on
the other hand...
"That was different," Yamato muttered sourly as the elevator stopped
and the doors opened. He generously waved the pair off before
following behind them. "I wasn't going to have to put up with it for
most of the afternoon."
"If you say so. Though personally, I don't see much of a difference,"
Hikari smiled sweetly as she glanced sideways at Yamato.
"It is! And you know how he's going to be," Yamato gestured sharply
with his right hand to emphasize his point, "He's going to start up
at the first opportunity. Daisuke's a great friend, but lately he's
been more prickly than Togemon."
Takeru and Hikari shared a knowing glance at this and giggled, or
chuckled in Takeru's case. Yamato stared at them for a moment, almost
certain that they were both about to sprout horns. Those little
laughs didn't exactly sound innocent.
"Okay okay, I must be missing something," Yamato raised a suspicious
eyebrow as they turned twin faux innocent expressions on him. "What
"Nothing earth shattering, big brother," Takeru shook his finger at
Yamato and tsked. "Just pay better attention, it's not that hard to
figure out." He winked in amusement as they finally reached Ken's
apartment door. Squashing another chuckle at Yamato's baffled look,
he reached up to ring the doorbell.
They waited. Hikari shifted closer to Takeru. They waited. Yamato
stuck his hands in his pant's pockets to keep from fidgeting. They
waited. Hikari leaned her head down onto Takeru's shoulder and looked
up at him in question. Takeru shrugged vaguely in answer. He didn't
know what was taking so long. And still, they waited.
Finally, Yamato burst out, "Good grief, what's taking so long? Are
they taking a shower together or something?" Totally oblivious to the
uncomfortable coughing from the pair at his interesting choice of
words, Yamato twisted the doorknob, which was mysteriously unlocked,
and pushed the front door open.
The sunlight spilled in from the doorway and revealed a thick haze of
dust within, appearing almost as if the apartment hadn't been lived
in for ages. Littered across the floor were heaps of torn paper,
pages ripped out of books and later shredded even further. Some even
appeared as if they had been burnt in a flame of some kind. Over it
all hung a gloom of shadows that forbid the light from venturing any
further into their inky depths.
Takeru sucked in a breath once the shock wore off. This was not, this
was... He had just talked to Ken yesterday. What was this? What had
happened? Was Ken okay? What about Daisuke? What was going on?
Shaking his head to clear it of his fear filled questions, Takeru
gently shrugged out of Hikari's grasp and stepped forward.
Yamato's arm shot out instantly halting Takeru's progress. Yamato
shook his head when Takeru looked over at him in uncertainty. "Stay
behind me," he ordered flatly before stepping within. He flipped the
light switch beside the door, but wasn't surprised when it failed to
produce any illumination. A portion of his mind shivered and told him
to get the hell out of there while he still could. Another part
bitched him out for not telling Takeru and Hikari to stay out of this
damnable place. And yet another larger part was frightened of what
he was going to find. His friends... Were Ken and Daisuke in here?
What happened here?
The silence that descended upon them past the threshold could easily
be summed up as oppressive. It enveloped them as they stepped within,
the terrible sound of nothingness making them want to shiver from all
the dark emotions that welled up in response to it. Something
happened here, it whispered, something frightening. It's something
you can't understand. It's something you can only fear.
In this disturbing silence, every breath Yamato took sounded too loud
to his ears, too grating. He wasn't sure whether it was the silence
or the atmosphere that was making his skin crawl, but he'd place even
odds on both. A quick once over of the living room only produced more
piles of shredded paper as well as the books they had been ripped
from. They looked like school books, at least, from what he could
discern in the gloom. Just papers and things though, no sign of
anything human, living or... otherwise.
Takeru and Hikari stood in the hallway peering into the shadowy mess
that was the Ichijouji's living room. With the wan sunlight wafting
in from the doorway back-lighting them, Yamato could almost fool
himself into thinking they really were angels descended into this
darkened hell in search of someone precious to rescue. The image was
disturbed, though not destroyed, when Takeru pointed down the hallway
and softly said, "Ken's bedroom is this way."
Yamato hesitantly nodded in understanding and headed back out into
the hallway. Takeru wanted to do what his brother had told him to,
but he also wanted to find Ken and Daisuke -now-. If they weren't in
the living room the next place to check would be the bedroom. Sighing
soundlessly, Takeru, with Hikari in tow, followed after Yamato
further back into the hallway. The atmosphere in the apartment grated
on his nerves. It was a familiar sensation and yet not. He couldn't
figure it out. Who would do something like this to Ken's home? And
why did he have this sneaking suspicion that he should already know
part of the answer to that?
The gloom seemed to deepen exponentially the closer they got to the
back bedroom. The oppressive air was thick and clung to them, making
them hesitate in their footsteps. It was strange, as if whatever lay
beyond wasn't meant to be found... wasn't meant to be known. But
leaving wasn't an option and soon Yamato found himself standing in
front of the bedroom door. He reached for the doorknob. The chill of
the metal bit into his hand as he twisted the knob and pushed against
Yamato wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, maybe for an intruder
to jump out at him or something, but nothing happened. The door swung
open. The air seemed to clear. At first glance, the bedroom looked
neat and tidy. It was a vastly tangible difference from the pall that
hovered over the rest of the apartment.
The sunlight filtering in through the balcony drapes gave more than
enough light to see in, but still Yamato missed the figure curled up
on the floor at first glance. His second sweep of the room was
another matter altogether. Yamato spied Ken on the floor with his
back to the door at about the same time he heard a gasp behind him.
An instant later, Takeru and Hikari darted around him and swooped
down to the boy laying on the floor.
Yamato could almost fool himself into believing the boy was just
sleeping as he joined his brother at Ken's side. Almost. He wasn't a
fool though, Ken looked far too pale even in the distorted sunlight.
Part of him was loathe to touch Ken for fear of finding the boy dead.
But reach out he did, and he was relieved to find that while the skin
beneath his fingertips was cooler than it should have been, it was
certainly warm enough for someone living.
"Ken?" Hikari called out quietly, hunkering down on the floor as she
brushed the locks of dark hair from his face. No answer, not even the
slightest of stirrings. They could barely even tell Ken was breathing
he was so still.
Yamato waved the pair out of the way as he gently drew Ken up into
his arms. It was when the boy's head lolled against his shoulder that
the problem was revealed. Hiding beneath the collar of Ken's shirt
were twin symmetrical wounds that marred the pale skin of his neck. A
vampire bite. Once upon a time, Yamato would have brushed the thought
of vampires off as just simple superstition. But that was before the
Digital world and -before- Vamdemon, a very real vampire even if he
had been a digimon too.
"Shit! Takeru," Yamato looked up, catching his brother's worried
gaze. His tone was deadly serious as he continued, "I don't think
Daisuke is still here, but I need you to check to make sure. Okay?"
Takeru nodded shakily in understanding before climbing to his feet
and heading back out into the hazy apartment.
"Why is this happening now?" Hikari murmured hopelessly as she
watched Yamato settle the boy more firmly in his arms. Leaning
forward, she helped steady him as he climbed to his own feet. The
added weight was making it a bit awkward for him.
"I don't know," Yamato answered distractedly as he carefully hefted
his precious burden. Ken was far too light for his liking. "We never
seem to catch a break, do we? First thing's first though, we have to
get Ken to the hospital. We'll figure out how to find Daisuke and
find out what the hell happened afterwards."
Ken. It was always and had always been about Ken. Everything he had
ever done, everything he had ever wanted to do, revolved completely
around Ken. Why had it taken him so long to figure out this simple,
yet ever so important detail? His life before Ken had been dull and
boring and utterly normal. And then, Ken had come along to upset the
normalcy of his uninteresting life. The Kaiser had waltzed along and
kicked over his unimaginative, pathetic sand castle and had then
gleefully kicked the sand into his face.
The Kaiser's very existence had screamed: Look at me! I'm everything
you've ever wanted. I'm the dark undercurrent that makes your blood
boil. And guess what? You're too stupid to figure that out. No, I
have to beat you down, make you beg for me... and still you know
nothing at all. You're unworthy of me.
And it was true. The clueless idiot that he was had been unworthy of
what the Kaiser had offered and so the Kaiser had fallen. The Kaiser
had been broken. And left in his place had been the most fragile,
beautiful boy that he had ever seen. It wasn't until then that he had
started to figure out just what it was that he wanted, what he had
needed. Oh, in the beginning he had simply wanted to help Ken get his
life back on track, or so he had assumed. But it went on, the little
things that happened that just made him want to cling closer and
closer to the boy who had done nothing extraordinary to become the
center of his universe. And yet, that was exactly what Ken was.
Everything became something that had to do with Ken. Ken was
everything to him. He had to be with Ken. But Ken blissfully ignored
his need. And why should Ken pay attention him -now-? He had ignored
this need when the Kaiser had been around so why should Ken even give
him the time of day now? He was an idiot. He had been too slow. But
he still needed to be with Ken... so why wasn't he now?
Daisuke was just barely conscious now, but he instinctively knew he
wasn't anywhere near Ken. And this odd bit of information didn't seem
to compute with his last memory of having an argument with himself
before falling asleep in Ken's bed. If he wasn't still in Ken's bed
at Ken's apartment, and thus near Ken, then where was he? That was a
very good question indeed.
Sensations began to register in his mind as Daisuke decided that he
really should find out where he was and how he had gotten there.
There was a strange metallic taste in his mouth again, not unlike the
taste from before, though this one was much stronger. He was propped
up against a wall, brick by the feel of it, and seated on a bare
floor, which was quite cold. One of his arms was laying in his lap,
the other was hanging halfway up the wall. Something was holding it
up, something hard and metal by the feel of it. That wasn't good.
Cracking open his left eye, Daisuke grimaced at the sunlight
filtering in through a high window on the other side of the room. It
wasn't much light and it was pretty distant from him, but for some
odd reason it just hurt to look at it. Scowling at all the little
oddities that were adding up into something too bizarre for him to
fathom yet, Daisuke tilted his head to the side and peered over at
his arm. He had been right. It was hanging there, chained to the wall
with something that looked vaguely like a handcuff some European
medieval freak would come up with in their spare time.
The wide cuff, which looked like it had been forcibly bent around his
wrist, seemed to be made of some light, polished metal that appeared
rather dull even in the dim light. Thick chain links of the same type
of metal hooked onto the cuff at the only break and were attached to
the wall by a solid metal plate. The links didn't end at the wall
though, they continued on down to the floor and disappeared into a
hole drilled into the cement, which explained why the floor was so
cold. It was made of some type of grayish cement.
Daisuke gave the chain an experimental yank, but it didn't budge an
inch. He was well and truly chained to the wall. Who did it and why
were the immediate questions that came to mind. These were followed
by a bewildered wondering as to how somebody could do this to him and
for him to not even know it was happening.
The sound of a bolt being turned prevented his mind from pondering
any further along those lines. It seemed as if his questions were
about to be answered. The door to this place, which he had missed as
it was on the other side of spill of sunlight, opened to reveal a
rather familiar figure. He had only seen her under black lights for
the most part, but Sumire certainly wasn't the type that anyone, much
less he, would forget so easily.
He noted the differences in her demeanor and looks as she carefully
skirted the pool of sunlight and walked towards him. Her hair was
pinned up in back, but from what he could make out it was platinum
now, not the gorgeously appealing purple that had so enamored him.
She wore black dress pants and a white button up shirt, silk most
likely. There were cuffs of loose lace falling around her wrists, but
they seemed to be the only decoration on her. The black heels she
wore clacked lightly on the cement as she approached. It wasn't a
very loud sound, but it echoed painfully in his ears.
"Afternoon, pet. How are you feeling?" she asked facetiously as she
came to a halt a few meters in front of him. Her winsome smile was
much like that of the cat who caught the canary as she continued,
"Perhaps feeling a tad bit hungry? Hmm?"
"Look psycho bitch, I don't know what game you're playing at, or what
drug you gave me, but it's against the law to kidnap someone,"
Daisuke growled out, unsure of what to do but knowing he had to do
-something-. If he could just away from this weirdo and get back to
Ken's apartment, then everything would be fine. "Let me go!"
"Aw, feeling a little trapped are we?" Her smile widened in seemingly
good cheer as she kneeled down before him. The smile soon vanished as
her hand darted forward and slapped him across the cheek with
stunning force. "Willful child! Running off during the day from your
mother when you are just newly born. If I did not need you so badly,
I would have left you to the consequences of your beast's actions and
I highly doubt your sanity would have survived -that-."
"You're crazy," Daisuke rasped out. Nearly the entire side of his
face along with his cheek ached horribly from the slap. "What the
hell are you talking about?"
"Now that would be telling," Sumire murmured, her smile returning
full force and she stood back up. Crossing her arms, she leaned
forward slightly over him. "Truly, it certainly would be fun to tell
you exactly what your beast did. But, I think it shall be more
entertaining by far for you to find out on your own."
"No way in hell are you my mother! And what my beast did? Sounds like
you've been taking way too many drugs, lady. Maybe you should lay off
them for awhile," Daisuke scowled as he yanked on the chain that was
imprisoning him here with this obvious psycho. "I demand you let me
"A little slow on the uptake aren't you, pet?" Sumire closed her eyes
and sighed as if she were about to humor a fool. When she opened her
eyes again they glowed a harsh icy blue. "Now then brat, let me
explain a few things to you. I -am- your mother now. You are my
little pet vampire. I have made you so as you can prove somewhat
useful to me in my search for the Master. Unfortunately, your beast
seems to be of a one track mind and has asked for a particular
concession before agreeing to the final step. As the concession would
probably end up ripping you apart and thus prove highly amusing, I
have agreed. So you will remain here, you will obey me and you -will-
be punished." She hissed out this last bit and sneered down at him.
"While your fate will entertain me greatly, you will starve for
however long I feel is necessary for you to understand who -your-
master is." Straightening up, her eyes dimmed down to their regular
blue and she smiled cheerfully. "Do you understand?"
Daisuke shook his head dazedly. No way could this be happening. No
fucking way. "You're nuts. Nuts," he whispered in disbelief as he
again yanked on the chain. "This has to be a nightmare or... or...
"No nightmare, pet. Or at least, not one you'll be waking up from,"
she purred before turning around and heading back towards the door.
Halfway across the room she stopped and turned to look back at him in
afterthought, "There's really no hope of you escaping that chain.
It's titanium and can almost hold an ultimate. But as your strength
is barely that of a champion at this stage, the chances of you
breaking it are next to nil." Turning back towards the door, she
waved carelessly as she walked out of the room, "Have a wonderful
evening, pet, and hope I come back soon." The door clicked shut with
dread finality at her parting words.
Grimacing, Daisuke gave the chain yet another vicious yank and mulled
over what the psycho bitch had said. Okay, the weird glowy eyes were
some type of trick or maybe a new hallucinogenic. Yeah, that had to
be it. But that talk about ultimates and champions had to be about
digimon. Maybe she was some kind of nut who had been in league with
Oikawa. But even then, the vampire thing just didn't make sense. What
exactly did she want him to do? And what was that whole beast thing
she kept hinting at?
Even worse, now that he thought about it again, his last memory had
been at Ken's place. It was sketchy at best, he must have still been
pumped full of drugs, but it had definitely been Ken's bedroom. She
would have had to break in to snatch him again. She hadn't done
anything to Ken had she? If she had, he'd kill the bitch.
Unconsciously growling at that particular train of thought, Daisuke
shifted around trying to get comfortable. He didn't know why, but his
stomach was starting to burn mildly for some unknown reason. It
really, really didn't feel good. Maybe it was the drugs. Had to be.
What else could it be?
Rubbing the back of his neck which was starting to ache from tension,
Yamato sighed and leaned against the white-washed wall. He would have
joined Hikari, who was seated on one of the waiting room couches, but
he just felt too antsy to stay still for however long it was going to
take Taichi to round up Koushirou and get them both over to the
The doctor on duty had taken one good look at the little holes in
Ken's neck and had promptly called the police even before Yamato
could get to a phone. Not that he could blame the guy, he was pretty
creeped out himself from seeing something that was all too familiar
from several years back. He had called Taichi afterwards and given
him the news about Ken and Daisuke. Taichi had instantly reverted to
leader mode and told him that he'd go snag Koushirou and be right
over. Then the police had arrived and both he and Hikari had had
their turn at answering questions. Now it was Takeru's turn. The
doctor had already been out during Hikari's questioning to tell them
the expected diagnosis: extreme anemia brought about by unknown
For the most part, Yamato was pretty certain it had been a vampire.
It made a lot of sense considering who the victims were. Either
Vamdemon had left something behind or it was Vamdemon himself. They
couldn't rule that out since that damned digimon had come back twice
already. And who better to take revenge upon than the leader of the
new kids who had been the ones to kick his ass -again-? Yamato
shuddered at the thought of Vamdemon's revenge and hoped it was just
a hostage type situation instead. Daisuke could be annoying at times
but no way in hell did he want to see the kid dead. And if it wasn't
Vamdemon, if it was someone else altogether, well that changed the
playing field a bit more than he liked.
Hikari stood up and walked the short distance over to him as Takeru
finally returned. His little brother didn't look the worse for wear,
though he did look about as tired as Yamato felt. All three watched
as the police spoke briefly with the doctor before heading out.
Takeru shook his head and murmured, "They're going to check out the
apartment, see if they can find anything, though I doubt they will. I
don't know about either of their parents, but the police said to let
them handle it. I don't know though."
"That's probably for the best," Yamato said quietly after a moment
spent thinking about it. "Even though they all know about the digimon
now, it would be better to find out what we're up against first
before giving any of them phantom worries."
"Do you think..." Hikari's brows crinkled in worry as she voiced the
one concern they all felt. "Do you think it's Vamdemon again?"
"I hate to say it, but I hope so," Yamato frowned sourly. "At least
we know how he operates. If it's not him, well, we're basically in
the dark without a flashlight. At least we know he's alive though,"
he added quickly in an attempt not to worry them both as much as he
already had. "If he were dead we would have found him at the
Takeru shrugged helplessly in agreement as Hikari glanced over at
him, her eyes showing as much concern as he felt. "So what do we
now?" he asked, not really caring who answered at this point.
"We wait for Taichi to get here. Then we wait for Koushirou to figure
out a way to find Daisuke. And then we go get him from whoever has
him," Yamato answered simply. He didn't want to go any further into
it as he wasn't sure about anything right now and he certainly didn't
want to add to either of their worries.
Hikari shook her head and sighed, "I guess that's all we can do right
now." Giving Takeru a weak smile, she laced her arm through his and
tossed her head back towards the couch. "Come on, let's go sit down.
They're probably still on the train so it'll be awhile yet."
Takeru gave his brother a quick pat on the shoulder before allowing
himself to be dragged off. Yamato chuckled at them for a moment and
then returned his thoughts to the matter at hand. Ken would be fine
after a good bit of rest, but Daisuke was another matter altogether.
Who had him and where was he? Yamato severely doubted that he would
like what the answers to those questions were going to be.
The light spilling in from the window was turning a decided shade of
orange as the sun slowly sank in the west. Night would fall soon, but
it wouldn't be soon enough for him. The metal plate that had chained
him to the wall lay haphazardly on the floor, unfortunately it had
been the only thing to give. The chain was still threaded through the
floor, though there were gouges in the cement now as proof of his
violent need to get free. But he was still chained. He was still a
prisoner here. And he really didn't like that.
He lay sprawled across the floor, about as far as the chain would
give. Sweat stood out on his brow and his breath came in hard, heavy
gasps. It wasn't because he was tired from his attempts to get free.
In fact, it was the opposite of that. He was energized beyond
anything he had ever felt before. But even -that- wasn't the problem.
No, the main problem was the fact that his stomach had sprouted
serrated fangs and was now hellbent on chewing his insides up in
complaint at the terrible hunger he was feeling.
It ached. It burned. This hunger. It wanted something warm and fresh
and liquid to quench it. Something that tasted mildly metallic with a
bit more body to it than either water or wine. Daisuke would have
curled up in supreme horror with the revelation of just exactly what
it was he needed right now. But then again, Daisuke wasn't the one
who was awake right now.
He blinked, his eyes glowing a dull crimson as he stared up at the
ceiling. A smirk twisted its way across his lips as he thought back
on what she had called him. A Beast. Well, Daisuke's Beast, though he
rather thought it was the other around actually. The Beast's Daisuke,
so to speak. After all, without him Daisuke wouldn't have those
luscious memories of the night before. Well, Daisuke would have them
as soon as he could figure out how to insinuate himself into
Daisuke's psyche so that the idiot would remember him during the day.
In the meantime, he needed to feed and soon, before the hunger drove
him mad with want. Truly, he had had a veritable feast the day
before, in more ways than one, but it didn't seem as if it had lasted
very long. He hoped it was just a side effect from being newly made
and not something he would have to go through every single night.
After all, he needed most of his time to devote to his beautifully
gorgeous, darling Ken. And -that- took precedence above all else.
As for Sumire, well she was pretty and all and certainly had
benefited him greatly. Still, he had very little use for her once she
kept her end of the bargain. So he was left with the dilemma of going
along with her little plan or finding a way to dispose of her.
Frankly, he was more inclined to the latter, but it would prove to be
quite a challenge. She was amazingly strong, stronger than he was now
as she had already proven the night before. She probably had other
means to defends herself as well, means he had yet to see. That would
It didn't take a genius to figure out who her Master was. He supposed
Vamdemon had left some type of human/digimon fusion pets behind when
he had invaded Odaiba. From what he had heard, Vamdemon had had that
aristocratic type flair going on. It must have offended that damned
vampire's tastes terribly to be forced into using someone like
Oikawa. Now that he thought about it, it was rather amusing.
Still, the Sumire situation was a problem. She wanted to go to the
Digital World. He was supposed to take her there. He wanted her to do
something for him before he would agree to that. But, if she did that
little something for him as she said she would, he'd still be left
with the main problem. Sumire wanted her Master's return to life and
power. Her Master was Vamdemon. Vamdemon had made Ken's life a living
hell. Because of that Vamdemon deserved to stay dead. Sumire probably
already knew a way to resurrect Vamdemon once she was in the Digital
World. He'd have to figure out a way to get rid of her... but not
until she gave him what he wanted. He would have that, oh yes, of
that there was no doubt. Everything else could wait until after that.
Right now though, he was very, very hungry.
There, after two months of real life tragedies and the hell that can
be online life, I am finally finished with this damned part. And
well, it sucks. Oh well, I can always rewrite it later I suppose. You
know, most of this part was pretty hard to write, except for Beast
Daisuke. He was rather easy to write. Go figure. ^_^ Well anyway,
here's hoping I get the next part out a bit sooner than it took this
one to get finished.
By the way, the title for this part is my absolute favorite Japanese
Digimon song "Sun Goes Down" by AiM which is why there is no 'the' in
it, much less anything else. I was going to title it "The Thrall",
but that matches the next part better in terms of atmosphere.