1Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, Ken Ichijouji, Osamu, or anyone else mentioned in this fanfic. This has no relations to the show what-so-ever, and it something I thought up.

" All things truly wicked start from an innocence," - Ernest Hemingway

No one had noticed him anymore. What was the use? Osamu was always too busy doing something to play with him, his parents didn't notice him half of the time. He was the outcast out the family.

" Sometimes I wish...he would just disappear!"

Despairing Darkness

By: Angel Of Darkness

Chapter 1 - " Deception,"

" Hello, Yukio."

Owikawa Yukio turned his head, a grin appearing on his pale face.

" Hello, Tsu. How are you this morning?" the man asked.

Tsu grinned. " Fine, thank you. I decided to bring my family along for the last day of work. I want you to meet someone."

Tsu stepped aside and a boy, around 10 or 11 years old, stepped forward, a satisfied grin on his face. Tsu placed his hands on the boy's shoulders as the youth smiled.

" This is my son, Osamu. But he's not just my son. He's my genius son! Isn't that right, Osamu?"

Tsu stated proudly. Osamu cast a grin.

" Correct, dad." Osamu grinned at Owikawa. " You're Owikawa Yukio, correct?" the boy asked, somewhat irritable, which gave the older man the impression that he wasn't too graceful to meet him. But he straightened himself and grinned at the boy genius.

" Correct, young man." Owikawa outstretched his hand and held it out for the boy to shake.

Osamu returned his gesture and smiled, the expression of satisfaction and egotistic aptitude on his face. Tsu suddenly turned to the rest of the room where he worked.

" Everyone, I'd like for you to meet my son, Osamu, boy genius!"

Owikawa watched as workers sprang from their seats and crowded around the boy genius.

" Oh my, it's boy genius! I'm so pleased to meet you!" one woman shrieked, throwing her arms around Osamu in a hug. Another asked for his autograph, which Osamu willingly gave.

Tsu grinned proudly at his son before putting an arm over a woman's shoulders.

" And this is my beautiful wife who helped bring my smart son into this world!" Tsu continued to boast. Owikawa's eye twitched. As much as he respected and liked Tsu, his constant boasting was becoming a nuisance.

" Mamma?"

Owikawa's ears traced a tiny voice and his eyes scanned, finally pin-pointing on a small boy. The child was tugging on his mother's skirt, his deep blue eyes filled with hot tears and a mop of bluish- indigo hair was matted on his head. He looked to be around 5 years old. The man watched as the child's mother took no notice of the boy.

" Ken, please, not now. Can't you see we're busy?" she scolded, but didn't look down at the child.

The little boy's eyes stung with tears as he gently tugged on the woman's skirt again.

" But, Mamma, I.."

" Not now, Ken!"

The boy's mother reached down and smacked the child on the hand, making him remove the hand from her skirt. Ken whimpered and cast his eyes down to the floor.

The boy's mother finally acknowledged him. " Ken, go play in your father's office, dear. Your brother can't play right now, we're doing something important."

Owikawa looked at the woman in shock. Why was she being so mean to her own child?

Ken sniffled as he rubbed his hand and turned to leave to his father's office when his small, blue eyes found Owikawa's. They were filled with sadness and despair. Ken blinked back tears and stalked off to his father's office obediently, as everyone around him continued to draw their attention to Osamu.

But not Owikawa. He looked up at the boy's mother.

" Rika, is that your other child?" he asked, knowing the answer; He just wanted to hear her response.

" Huh? Oh, yes," she turned her eyes from Osamu to Owikawa, " Don't mind Ken. He just pesters us when we're doing something important is all. He hasn't been a good boy lately."

After a quick response to his question, the woman returned her attention to Osamu who was smiling with nothing but the most arrogant and satisfied smiles Owikawa had ever seen.

' Unless you mean the poor kid's been starved for affection,' Owikawa thought to himself, and without anyone noticing, stood and headed towards Tsu's office.

Owikawa knocked on the door softly. Afer a moment of no response, and the sound of small sobs coming from behind the door, Owikawa pushed it open slightly and peered inside.

Ken was sitting on his father's computer chair, his arms thrown around his knees with his head buried. Owikawa entered and shut the door quietly behind him, the sounds of the outside room still loud with greetings for Osamu.

" Hi there, little one. Are you all right?" Owikawa asked gently afraid of scaring the boy.

Ken looked up and wiped away tears with his right hand.

" Hello," he sniffled, choking back a sob. " Yeah... I'm... I'm fine, thank you.." he whispered quietly, eyes downcast onto the gray tile.

Pain pulled at Owikawa's heart. He remembered how he had never fit in as a kid, how everyone treated him differently and ignored him, and the pain and feeling of worthlessness ate at him until he crumbled up. He knew what Ken was going through. He took a solid step and kneeled down next to the boy who was still short despite being on the chair.

" Hey.." Owikawa said gently, placing a comforting hand on his tiny shoulder. " It's okay. Maybe they'll listen once —"

" No..." Ken replied, biting back tears. " it doesn't matter to them. Mamma and Pappa never see me. They only see him... they only love Osamu Nis-san!"

" Now, I'm sure that's not true," Owikawa said, trying to make the boy feel somewhat better, " I'm sure they love you. Every parent loves their child.."

" They never tell me that," Ken said miserably, " they never even know I'm there... it's all about Osamu Nis-san... everything's about Osamu Ni-san..."

Owikawa was at a loss for words. He could tell just from the actions a few minutes ago that this child was starved for affection, and when it wasn't returned... he had that feeling of worthlessness.

A feeling Owikawa knew only too well.

Ken wiped away the fresh tears that were running down his face and flipped over a toy in his hand. This got Owikawa's attention again.

" What you got there?" he asked, taking a look at the toy.

Ken blinked and stared down at the object.

" It's Osamu's... we play with it sometimes... when he's not busy... and.."

Ken's eyes suddenly filled with fear as footsteps headed towards the room. He immediately dropped the toy to the floor and embraced his knees. He knew he was in trouble now. Osamu had made the rule that Ken was never to touch any of his things unless instructed to, and since he had, and since Osamu knew whenever something was out of place it was Ken's doing, he was sure to get a scolding.

Owikawa was confused by the child's last action, but his mind suddenly knew what was going on as Osamu entered the room, giving Owikawa a unrecognizable stare before turning cold eyes onto Ken.

" Ken!" Osamu hissed, a hateful gaze locked onto the small boy, then onto the floor where the toy was placed, then back to Ken, " were you touching my stuff again?"

" B-But, Osamu Ni-san, Mamma said for me to come –"

" I don't care, Ken! You got your own pathetic toys. Leave mine alone. How many times do I have to tell you?" Osamu's voice was cold with contempt as he picked up the object and put it into a sack where all of the other toys were placed.

" I - I just thought you mighta wanted to play with –" Ken trembled, bitting his lower lip.

Osamu glared at him and outstretched his hand. Ken cringed. Suddenly, Owikawa knew what was going to happen.

Osamu brought his hand down hard onto Ken's arm in a vice-like grip and yanked the small boy forward. He then, with a swift of the back of his hand, hit Ken across the face, sending him tumbling off the chair and onto the floor. The small boy hit the wood tile with a thud and let out a sob. Osamu glared coldly at Owikawa before hissing " I have to teach my brother some respect if you don't mind,"

Owikawa stood and exited the room, but he didn't leave quite yet. With his ear pressed against the door and Ken's wails echoing through his ears, the man sighed and prayed that someday, somehow, the little boy would be the center of attention and that he would exit the unbearable pain he was feeling right now.

Osamu Ichijouji placed his pencil on his desk and massaged his temple. He was tired from all of the math homework, and the exhaustion of meeting people all day.

" Osamu Ni-san?"came a small voice.

Without turning, Osamu scowled. " What, Ken? I can't play right now."

Ken's heart filled with sadness. " but you promised, Osamu Nii-san.."

Osamu grunted and stood, whipping around to face his little brother.

" I don't care. How many times did I tell you not to come in my room, Ken? You need to learn to listen when I tell you something. You need to stop being a bad boy."

" But.." Ken protested, his blue eyes filling with tears, " I'll listen, Osamu Ni-san.."

" It's too late. You should have thought about that when you chose to come in here. When I'm BUSY. But of course, you wouldn't know the meaning of that since all you do is whine and want people to play with you all day! Don't you get it? People have no time for you! No one wants you around! You're not smart, and you never will be! You'll never be like me! You're a disgrace; I'm ashamed to have you as my little brother!"

Ken's tears fell down his face in rapid water falls.

Osamu's expression didn't change.

" Now get out. I have homework to do."

" Yes, Onii-San.." Ken whispered, taking slow steps out of the room. Each step he took seemed to create a more burdening pain on his small heart. Each step he took released more tears, and more importantly, every step he took was just yet another mistake to Osamu. Sobbing quietly and racing through the kitchen, his mother unaware he was even there, the little boy shut the door to his room and buried his face into his pillow as his tiny body shook with powerful sobs. Osamu's words echoed in his mind.

" It's too late. You should have thought about that when you chose to come in here."

Osamu was always too busy for him...

" When I'm BUSY. But of course, you wouldn't know the meaning of that since all you do is whine and want people to play with you all day!"

All he wanted was for someone to play with him. Osamu was too concentrated in his ego that he ignored him..

" Don't you get it? People have no time for you! No one wants you around! You're not smart, and you never will be! You'll never be like me! You're a disgrace; I'm ashamed to have you as my little brother!"

He was worthless, an insect waiting to be squashed. Osamu Ni-san hated him..

No one had noticed him anymore. What was the use? Osamu was always too busy doing something to play with him, his parents didn't notice him half of the time. He was the outcast out the family.

Ken threw the pillow aside and clenched his fists through tears.

" Sometimes I wish..."

Anger surged through him..

" He would just disappear!"

End of chapter 1.

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