Drive Me Crazy Chapter 1: An Ominous Prisoner
Summary: Rubbing his temples in frustration, chaos having once again erupted in the base, the Kaiser realized without a doubt that capturing Daisuke instead of the blond kid had been his first mistake.
Pairings: Daisuke x Ken / Takeru x Hikari
Setting: AU Kaiser Saga; between episodes 17 and 18. Older Chosen in college, younger in high school.
Genre: Drama, Humor, Action, Romance
Warnings: Yaoi, Violence, Swearing, Sexual
Author's Note: A while ago I sat down and thought to myself, what would have happened if Ken had captured one of the Chosen? Well, I've read a lot of Daiken fics like that but almost all of them made Ken out to be incredibly disturbed, and I just don't think he would have been that extreme. A huge jerk, sure, but not a violent psycho rapist. So after a lot of thought I came up with this story. It will be mostly Daisuke x Ken with slight Takeru x Hikari here and there. I will be using the Japanese character names, Digimon names, terms, attacks, etc. So if you don't know what something I mention is, just leave me a comment and I'll reply as soon as I can. Although if it's a Digimon you don't know, you can always put the name into Google images. Lastly, I always capitalize the word 'Digimon' because in science fiction novels alien races are always capitalized, and by definition, a Digimon is an alien. Big thanks to my beta readers TeamAbodo and Vertorm!
Story Disclaimer: No profit was, or ever will be, gained from this fanfiction. It is a fan-made story based off the Digimon Adventure 02 world, which is owned by Toei, written by Reiko Yoshida, and directed by Hiroyuki Kakudou.
"Deadly Sting!" The cry of a Flymon echoed above the thick digital woods. Its red stinger shot toward Pegasmon, Takeru sitting atop his back and holding on as best he could. He knew from years of fighting what was coming next, and quickly tightened the grip with his hands and knees.
Pegasmon jerked his wings and his body was thrust to the right, Takeru leaning with it to keep himself balanced. The stinger missed and fell down to the grass below, next to the forest line. Seconds later the loud humming of insect wings filled the air as the Flymon charged forward.
Pegasmon's wings began to glow with a black aura, so Takeru flattened himself down against the back of his neck and held on tight. With a strong flap of his wings, Pegasmon sent a wide range burst of stars toward the Flymon for a higher chance of hitting. "Shooting Star!" The idea worked, and the Flymon went crashing into the woods below with a burst of leaves and a loud buzzing sound.
"We have to help them!" Takeru called out to Pegasmon and pointed frantically toward their only two allies; Fladramon was on the ground next to the tree line with Daisuke beside him. Five Flymon were surrounding them and firing their poisoned stingers one after another. Fladramon was doing his best to dodge and knock the attacks away from Daisuke, but how long could he keep it up? If only they hadn't split up with the others...
The Chosen had received a signal on their D-3s that appeared to be from Ken, but in two different locations. They weren't sure which one was real, or if either of them even were in the first place. On top of that, they only had an hour or so before their parents would start asking concerned questions about why they'd stayed out so late. So Miyako had suggested splitting up and calling for help if any danger arose. Takeru hadn't liked the idea at all and did his best to shoot it down, Hikari strongly backing him up.
The year he'd spent trapped in the Digital World had proven time and time again that only when there were no other options should the group ever split up. Hikari knew exactly what he meant, but unfortunately Iori, Daisuke and Miyako just didn't have the experience to understand their warnings. So in the end, the three new Chosen's vote to split up had outnumbered his and Hikari's pleas to just stay together and investigate one location at a time.
Fearing a possible ordeal over who got to be grouped up with Hikari, Iori made Daisuke and Takeru go together and head toward one signal, while he and the two girls went for the other. Unfortunately for Takeru, the way he and Daisuke had gone ended up being the one with a trap. Worse yet, the abrupt and jerky movements in Pegasmon's flying were making it impossible to pull out his D-Terminal and message the others.
He knew he shouldn't have gone into the fight like this, but how else was he supposed to help? There had been countless times that he'd been able to warn Pegasmon of an incoming attack because he'd been right there with him. So he'd chosen to stay riding on his back even when they'd seen the Flymon coming in from the distance, but now he couldn't call for backup because of it.
Daisuke seemed to be having a different problem. His D-Terminal had been knocked out of his hands entirely by a Flymon, and now that he and Fladramon were surrounded and being fired at, he couldn't manage to get back over to it. Every time he'd attempted to make a break for it he'd been cut off and knocked backward onto his ass.
"Careful!" Daisuke called up to them. "Don't hit us too!"
"Fladramon, grab Daisuke and we'll-!" Takeru began saying, but cut himself off with a gasp when three of the Flymon's stingers finally met their target. Fladramon screamed and doubled over with pain, his body shivering uncontrollably.
As Pegasmon bolted for the ground, Takeru had to hold his breath and squint his eyes against the lashing wind. When the blurred vision of the Flymon group played out in front of his half shut eyes, their clawed feet lifting Fladramon and Daisuke up into the air and dropping them, he felt despair overpower all other emotions. He prayed that they would be fast enough to at least catch Daisuke. However, with his added weight on Pegasmon's back, he realized very quickly and to his great regret that they weren't going to make it.
A terrible thud rang out as they landed, Fladramon degenerating back into V-Mon and lying unconscious in the dirt. Daisuke cried out and arched his back in pain from beside his partner, blood staining the ground beneath him.
Takeru cringed at the sounds and squeezed his eyes shut the rest of the way. His arms were shaking and desperation was making it even harder to breathe. This was exactly what he'd tried to warn them about! Why hadn't anyone listened to him?!
Before they'd even reached the ground, the Flymon group turned and charged at them instead. They knocked Pegasmon around in the air and stung him with their stingers, which immediately caused his movements to lag. Eventually he couldn't flap his wings fast enough to keep himself elevated anymore. The world spun into a twisting whirl of colors and buzzing noises as they fell. Takeru was thrown off Pegasmon's back during the confusion, and with a frantic scream he tried to reach out and grab him. However, his hands merely thrashed against air. They were luckier than Daisuke and Fladramon at least, having been much closer to the ground and managing to land in a soft patch of grass just outside the forest.
His left side hit the field; first his foot, followed by his shoulder and then the side of his head. Immediately the buzzing from the Flymons' wings were smothered by a burst of shrill ringing, and a dull throb crawled up his now injured leg.
The sound of Pegasmon degenerating from just over to Takeru's right managed to make its way through the ringing and into his ears. He rolled over onto his hands and knees as a sharp pain beat against his temples. He didn't think he could walk with everything still spinning so much, so instead he crawled. He reached out toward the fuzzy mass of orange and white that he thought was Patamon's body. Thankfully he was right, and he pulled Patamon's unconscious form up under his right arm.
This was entirely his fault! If he'd just been more persistent about not splitting up, then none of this would be happening! He hadn't explained well enough, he should have just-!
Takeru gasped as a cloud of dust suddenly formed around them. He threw his left hand over his nose and mouth, and his right over Patamon's. He wasn't sure what would happen if they breathed it in, but the name of the attack said more than enough.
The sound of hoarse, violent coughing filled the air and Takeru immediately recognized it as Daisuke. Adrenalin coursed through him. He forced himself up onto his feet and limped as fast as he could toward his friend. He focused hard and squinted, managing to get some of the vertigo and ringing to go away. That probably would have been enough for him to figure out where he was going, except that the rest of the Flymon were now using their Poison Powder attacks as well. Immediately the cloud around them became so thick that he could no longer see anything but a sea of brown.
"Daisuke, hold your breath!" Takeru called out blindly. The air burned his eyes and the ground was getting harder to walk on with his leg hurting so much, especially now that he'd made it out of the grass and onto rocky, uneven dirt. A few more seconds passed and he couldn't hold his breath any longer. Pulling his shirt up over his nose, he breathed in as little as possible and held it again. He could quickly feel himself getting dizzier.
With a sudden burst of manic laughter, a strong gust of wind blew the poison cloud away. Takeru couldn't support himself on his injured ankle anymore and fell to his knees. He realized that he was now sitting right where Daisuke had been, the stains of blood painted upon the dirt beside his left hand. However, that was the only thing next to him, Daisuke no longer anywhere in sight.
"Hello... Takeru, was it?" an all too familiar voice slithered into his ears from somewhere nearby, sending a sharp chill up and down his spine.
"Ken." Takeru verbally spat at the Kaiser, who was riding on an Airdramon above them. He had that egotistical smirk on his face, dreadful whip in his hand, and an overall obnoxious aura about him. Wormmon was right by his feet, looking like he didn't really know what to do; quite the opposite of Ken. There was something else on the Airdramon as well, something with maroon hair and-
"Daisuke!" Takeru gasped.
Ken chuckled, sarcasm dripping like acid from his voice, "How observant."
Takeru tried to stand up and help somehow, but the moment he straightened his legs a wave of dizziness and nausea crashed against him. His head lightened, and he fell back down onto the ground. This, of course, only made Ken laugh more. "Ah, your skills overwhelm."
"Shut up!" Takeru yelled, clenching his fists. Had capturing one of them been accidental, Ken simply seizing the opportunity when it presented itself? Or had this been his plan all along? Frustration overwhelmed his previously demoralized mind at the thought. "Let Daisuke go!"
"Hmm," Ken's sarcastic tone remained, "that's a nice thought," and then it dropped to full seriousness. "But I don't believe you're in any position to be giving me orders, are you?"
Takeru tried to stand up again but received the same outcome as before, "What are you going to do with him?" He gritted his teeth with pain and frustration, and glared up at the Kaiser. "Use him as a hostage?"
Ken offered a dull expression before responding, "Oh you'd just love for me to spill my entire plan, wouldn't you?" Then he snapped his fingers and turned to one of his Flymon. "Make sure he passes out."
The Flymon that had just been given orders flew down toward Takeru and created another poisoned mist around him. It wasn't as thick this time and he could still see Ken. Enough that he saw him reach down into his pocket and pull out what appeared to be a whistle. Takeru's prediction was correct, and a high pitched ring was sent out throughout the woods, piercing into his skull like a bolt of lightning. All of the other Flymon, as well as the Airdramon, rose higher up into the air and started flying away.
"No! Stop, Ken!" Takeru called out, hoping that somehow his screams would actually get them to turn around and come back. If Patamon could just evolve somehow, then he could... he could...! There had to be something he could do! He couldn't just lie there and let someone evil like the Kaiser win!
His head was so light now that he could hardly even sit up anymore, white spots appearing around him. The scenery was starting to twist, spinning and whirling about again, giving him the same sense of falling that he'd previously experienced. "L-Let him go! Ichijouji!" his screams were ineffective though, and the Flymon that was still there simply hovered in the air next to him.
Takeru slammed his fists onto the ground, Ken and his slaves now completely out of earshot. The Kaiser had won. It was just like before... he'd been left beaten and worthless on the ground, unable to help at all while a friend of his was taken away. It was just like when Devimon had killed Patamon.
He forced his aching, shivering body to try and crawl out of the cloud. His right arm clutched Patamon protectively as an all too familiar fear of loss filled his already nauseous stomach. In response, the Flymon created more poisoned dust in the direction he was moving.
Hysteria took over and tears tugged at his eyes. He could hardly breathe as the scenery began to blur and fade out entirely. The white spots danced about before his vision and were quickly becoming more solid than the actual world around him...
Miyako frowned. She, Iori, Hikari and their Digimon had been searching this endless forest clearing for quite a while now. So far they'd found nothing out of the ordinary, seen no signs of Ken, or discovered any indications that he'd even been there at all; nothing but a sea of wasted time. On top of that she hadn't heard anything back from Takeru or Daisuke yet, which was very unlike them; especially Takeru, who had always been one of the most punctual and responsible in the group. Heck, even space-case Daisuke wouldn't have forgotten something as important as this!
"Hmm..." Miyako trailed off to no one in particular and looked around a bit more. All about them was a blue expanse of sky, lush green grass, tall trees, and... well, that was pretty much it. The area itself was quite large; large enough to require more time than she'd expected to fully investigate, but not so large as to remove her from earshot of Hikari and Iori. "Do you think we should head back now? I haven't heard from the guys yet."
"They really haven't said anything?" Hikari turned away from the edge of the clearing and gave Miyako a worried look, Nefertimon beside her. "Not even Takeru? It's been nearly thirty minutes since we left, surely they've found their location by now..."
"Maybe they just forgot?" Iori suggested, appearing to be the only one still genuinely looking for signs of Ken as he investigated a bush with Armadimon. "I'm sure they would have said something if the Kaiser was there."
"That doesn't make sense though," Holsmon said with a frown from beside Miyako in the center of the area. "Why would we get Ken's D-3 signal in two different places and then have him not even show up in either?"
"Don't speak too soon," Nefertimon scoffed, her voice dropping down into irritation. "Ken's pretty good at popping up out of nowhere." Her annoyance was obviously not with Holsmon, but with Ken himself for always managing to slither out of the shadows uninvited like the virulent snake that he was.
Miyako crossed her arms and frowned further still, "Yeah, but they didn't even give me a yes or no when I asked if they were okay..." Deciding that being proactive was much more her style, she pulled out her D-3 and pressed a button on the front. After bringing up the Digital World map, she panned out as far as it would go. Of course that wasn't very far with its limited programming, but it was far enough to see the other group's location where... only Takeru was? Where the heck was Daisuke? Had something happened to his D-3?
"What's wrong, Miyako?" Hikari asked as she and the rest of the group quickly walked over to see what she was looking at.
Miyako felt nervous and unsure about the answer to Hikari's question, not wanting to cast a cloud of distress upon the group. Memories of Takeru's warnings to not split up flashed through her memory, causing pangs of guilt to reverberate against her chest. He'd warned them of things like this, but she'd been so insistent and now-
With a deep breath, Miyako silenced her mind. Everything was fine. "Well I see Takeru but I don't see Daisuke. He's not there or anywhere nearby... I know they wouldn't have split up further."
"Uh, maybe Daisuke went home to get something?" Armadimon offered slowly, but clearly didn't believe in his own words with the way his voice was filled with uncertainty.
Iori placed a knuckle over his lips in thought, "What if this whole thing was just a glitch or something? Maybe Ken was in both places at some point, and for whatever reason the signals just didn't go away until now."
"I guess..." Hikari trailed off. Miyako could tell she was on edge from the apprehensive shadows that had cast over her face. In fact, a bad feeling was settling inside of her as well now. No matter how many excuses she came up with, she still couldn't find a good reason for Takeru and Daisuke to ignore all of her messages like this. They wouldn't do that no matter what had happened, they just wouldn't. Not even Daisuke.
Miyako had always been as stubborn as an ox, and unfortunately so was Daisuke. It was exactly why they fought so much, and over such petty things. And yet, with the many things they actually had in common, they'd still managed to become pretty good friends. Argumentative friends, but friends nonetheless. Their adventures together had helped Miyako see that Daisuke wasn't the simple moron she'd originally thought him to be. Certainly he was careless, obnoxious and overwhelmingly opinionated, but he was also brave, loyal, and surprisingly responsible when it mattered. This was exactly why, no matter how lazy he was, he simply wouldn't fail to communicate with them in a situation like this.
"I'm going," Hikari suddenly announced as she pulled herself up onto Nefertimon's back. Miyako quickly followed her lead and got up on top of Holsmon, ready for some much desired action. She reached down and helped Iori and Armadimon climb up with her, as they had no means of flying otherwise. After that Hikari got out her D-3 and took off with Nefertimon, Miyako following behind them at the same pace. Normally Holsmon could have easily surpassed them, but with Armadimon and Iori's added weight, his speed had greatly decreased.
The flight was painfully slow, seeming to take hours when in fact it only took about eight minutes. Miyako knew deep down that her perception of time was off because she was stressed, but that didn't make it any less irritating. What if... What if Takeru had been right about not splitting up though, and now something bad had happened?
No, she wasn't going to think that way. She had to stay positive or else-
"Hey, I think I see something!" Hikari snapped her out of her thoughts and pointed down at the ground. Miyako looked about and quickly spotted what she was supposed to see. She had to squint to get a good look at it, but she was pretty sure that it was...
Both girls gasped when they recognized the crumpled body of Takeru lying in the dirt, Patamon next to him. Neither of them was moving and there were definitely signs of battle marked upon the dirt, grass and trees nearby.
Before Nefertimon had even hit the ground, Hikari leaped off and rushed as fast as she could over to him, Miyako and Iori not far behind her.
Seeing Takeru up close caused a wave of nausea to hit Miyako's stomach hard. His head and ankle were horribly swollen and bleeding, dirt covering most of his body. His face was unnaturally pale and there were too many cuts, scrapes and bruises to count. As for Patamon, he was in an equally bad condition; bent wings, bruised body, swollen limbs and dirt was smeared all over his face and appendages.
"What happened?!" Miyako exclaimed as her eyes went wide and her hands covered her mouth. Panic and guilt overwhelmed her senses. Why the hell hadn't Takeru or Daisuke called for help if they were attacked?! And where the hell was Daisuke?! Takeru was right, they never should have split up! If she'd have just shut her big fat mouth and listened to him, then...!
"Takeru! Are you okay?! Takeru!" Hikari screamed hysterically as she knelt down beside him, tears flooding her eyes when she received no response from him or Patamon. She tried shaking his shoulder, not hard enough to cause further injury, but enough to hopefully stir him. When he didn't react to it at all, Hikari only panicked more. She grabbed her hair with her fists and cried with clenched eyes.
Iori couldn't seem to get his body or mind to move. His eyes were wide and locked onto Takeru and Patamon, and what appeared to be a shiver ran up his spine. His arms were shaking a bit.
"This is all my fault..." Miyako whispered sullenly. She'd been so sure of her own correctness that she'd dismissed the warnings of someone with more experience than her. She'd caused all of her friends' misery, and now they were-
Miyako shook her head violently and pain crept up the sides of her skull from the sudden movement, "I'll message Yamato and Jyou." Her voice came out firmer than she'd expected as she pulled out her D-Terminal. She didn't have time for self criticism. She was the only one in the group managing to remain even remotely composed, so she needed to keep it together long enough to call for help.
The first thing Daisuke became aware of was the warm blanket lying softly over his body, followed shortly by the fluffy pillow under his head and the cozy mattress beneath his back. All he really wanted to do was go back to sleep, ignoring all of his boring responsibilities for the day. However, there was something preventing him from doing so.
He had yet to open his eyes, but he didn't need to in order to notice the bright fluorescent lights filling whichever room he was in and making it hard to keep sleeping. He figured he should probably just look around and find out where he was, as the nagging feeling in the back of his mind wasn't going away. It was actually getting louder, telling him quite firmly that regardless of the comfort, this was not a place he wanted to be in. Though he really had to wonder how anywhere with a bed this soft could be all that bad.
He continued to lie there for a bit longer, but eventually he decided to play it safe for once and slowly opened his eyes. A few second later he decided that he was going to listen to his gut feelings from now on, no matter what.
The room he was in was definitely not one that he recognized or had ever been in before. The walls seemed to be made out of metal and there were no windows anywhere, just a strangely large door with many locks. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered was...
"Ah shit..." Daisuke swore quietly to himself as he looked around the room of the Kaiser's base, paying more attention to detail now. The most noticeable thing was the flat screen TV on the wall directly in front of him. Underneath the TV was a strange square hole with a few buttons below it along the wall, though he had no idea what they were for. The hole itself was roughly the size of a microwave.
In the corner to the right of the TV was a desk and chair with a small trashcan beside it. To the left was a book shelf that stood very tall, but was not all that wide. There were various books on it of different colors and sizes, with a noticeably large gap on the center shelf.
Daisuke looked to his left, and along the same wall as the head of the bed was a dresser with a mirror over it. To his right was a small bedside table with a lamp and a drawer.
Curiosity overcame him, and he reached over to open the drawer and see what was inside. He was quite surprised when he found his goggles, all bent up and cracked.
"Oh I'm gonna kill him!" Daisuke seethed as he cradled his precious possession, various forms of revenge festering in his mind. He decided to ignore the fact that he was more pissed about the small accessory being damaged than at being held captive in the first place. Taichi had given that to him when he appointed him as the new leader, damn it!
A sigh left his lips as he placed the goggles back inside the drawer. It was then that he finally noticed his own condition. Flipping the blanket off he looked down and found a large white cloth had been wrapped around his torso like a bandage. His left wrist was in a black, movement-restricting cast. He also wasn't wearing his Digital World clothes, and instead had on a pair of khaki cargo pants and black socks. There simply was no shirt.
Something occurred to him just then. If he was wearing different clothes, then did that mean Ken had changed him?
"Eww..." Daisuke glared down at his feet and crossed his arms, cringing when he nudged his injured wrist against his side. Deciding that sitting in bed wasn't going to be fun or accomplish anything worthwhile, he stood up and headed over to the mirror.
His face seemed to be fine, though he had a small bandage on his cheek that he hadn't felt before. Turning around he then looked at his back, and his eyes widened. There appeared to be a very thick wad of cotton tucked under the white cloth, roughly the size of a hand towel. Apparently it was his back that had been injured and not his chest, as opposed to what he'd originally thought.
"What the hell happened...?" Daisuke trailed off, nervous about what his skin might look like underneath that bandage now. What if the damage was irreversible? What if his back was horribly disfigured for the rest of his life, and girls found him gross, and-?
Daisuke gasped and spun around when a loud voice echoed in the room. He looked about for the culprit, and what he found was a large image of Ken sitting in a chair on the television screen. He appeared to be in a very large room full of machines and other electronic screens, possibly some kind of control room. He was also, of course, wearing his tyrannical Kaiser outfit and that nasty smirk.
"What do you mean 'a stick'?" Daisuke verbally spat, glaring up at the television and making his voice sound as rude as he possibly could.
Ken didn't acknowledge Daisuke's anger and simply answered. "When you hit the ground a small stick punctured up into your back and nearly damaged your spine. I removed it and applied pain killers, which is why you have that large bandage on your back. I highly recommend you leave it there if you don't want to bleed all over yourself. I'll have various Digimon go in there and change it every once in a while. You also sprained your wrist, which is why you have that cast on. It should heal on its own, though I can't give you an estimate on how long. Aside from that, only some minor abrasions. You can remove the bandage on your cheek now if you wish."
"Yeah, talk all nice and fancy if you want, Ken," Daisuke kept his tone just as snide as before, making sure to emphasize the Kaiser's real name for optimum insult. "But don't think I've forgotten that it was your fault that I even have all these damned injuries in the first place!"
Ken chuckled lightly, "Who says I'm acting nice? You asked me a question and I answered, simple as that. If you think I seemed nice while doing so, well... that's your own business."
"Yeah, whatever." Daisuke continued glaring. "So what do you want with me then?"
"Humor me," Ken said and tapped his chin a bit, seeming pleased with the possibility of screwing with someone's head like the sick, twisted fuck he was. "Why do you think you're here?"
"The usual reason," Daisuke replied and rolled his eyes. Guys like Ken were so predictable... "I'm a hostage and you're gonna threaten my life to get the others to do your messed up bidding."
"No," came the Kaiser's simple reply, a small grin on his face.
"W-What?" Daisuke's arms unfolded in surprise. Immediately he wished he hadn't reacted though, because of the way Ken was smiling as though he'd won.
"I said 'no'." Ken's voice was thick with sarcasm, his grin widening.
"Yeah, I heard you!" Daisuke glared at his captor. "Fine then, you're gonna torture me with weird chemicals and knives or something."
"As fun as that sounds, no." Ken chuckled and took off his gloves, picking at his nails in mock boredom. Daisuke narrowed his eyes at the obvious insult and sat down on the edge of the bed, a long sigh escaping his lips. What else did evil guys do with their prisoners? He said ransom was out, which made him pretty happy actually. Torture was also out, which made him even happier. So... all that was left was...
"No!" Daisuke suddenly yelled and pointed his right index finger accusingly at the screen, making sure to avoid using the left hand much. "Don't even think about it you sicko!" When Ken simply raised an eyebrow in question and appeared to not understand what he was going on about, he continued. "You keep your sick sexual fantasies away from me!"
Ken was silent for a few moments as an awkward silence thickened the air between them, even through the electronic screen. His eyebrows raised a little, and then he groaned loudly. By the time Daisuke had crossed his arms in annoyance, Ken had removed his glasses to slump his forehead down into his right hand. "Don't be such a moron," The Kaiser sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration. "What kind of messed up movies do you watch at home?"
Daisuke sat back down on the bed, not sure if he should feel insulted or happy about what Ken had just said. "Yeah, well... then I have no idea why I'm here, so why don't you just tell me already?"
"Let's see…" Ken spoke slowly, putting his glove and glasses back on now that the subject had been changed. "You're here for... experimentation."
Daisuke must have visibly shown the discomfort brewing in his chest because Ken smiled a bit. So he settled on glaring back, not sure what else to do or say.
"Though I can't help but wonder," Ken trailed off, "why you haven't even thought to ask me about the outcome of your friends yet."
"You-!" Daisuke gasped and jumped to his feet, once again glaring at the screen. He was probably reacting exactly the way Ken wanted him to, but whatever. He just did whatever came naturally, and right now being pissed off was about all he was going to be able to do. "What did you do to them?!"
"Oh don't worry," Ken began, still just as sarcastic as he ever was. "V-Mon's in a dungeon cell with a dark ring on to keep him quiet."
"Bastard!" Daisuke growled. "Take that damned thing off of him!"
The Kaiser looked at him for a moment before responding, "Umm, no, I actually don't think I will." Then his hand tapped idly on the arm of his chair for a moment before he continued. "And as for the blond, my Airdramon only had the strength to carry one prisoner. Those Flymon are quite pitiful when it comes to strength, you see, and I honestly hadn't expected to smear you both into the ground so easily... Not the best foresight I suppose, I should have expected such weakness... So obviously I left him lying right where he belonged; in the dirt."
Daisuke glared furiously and felt the heat rise in his face. His arms shook with frustration. Oh how he wanted to punch the screen so badly... Just one good smack in that fucker's face, and-!
"Anyway, I really do need to be going now." Ken stood from his chair and walked closer to projector, making it seem as though he was right in front of the television screen. "I have lots of things to do, places to destroy; you know how it is. Just so you know though, there are two Gorimon guards outside your door, so I wouldn't suggest trying to escape. I promise they'll make you wish you hadn't.
"If you need anything there's a remote for your television in the drawer by your bed. The blue button on it will page me, and I'm sure you can figure the rest of the controls out on your own. The desk has paper and pencils in the drawer, and the dresser has clothing that should fit you. Also the square hole in the wall is a replicator that will create food for you, and the bookshelf will create any books you want to read. Again, I imagine someone as intelligent as yourself can figure out how to use it all. So do what you want, and stay out of trouble."
And with that, the television screen went black. Daisuke glared at it for a few more moments and then growled loudly, the pent up anger bubbling over and spilling out as he kicked over the trashcan in the room. Then he sat down on the bed and put his face in his hands. Takeru... he'd been left on the ground? The others would find him, they would! He knew they would...
Daisuke sighed and stood up, walking over to the bedside table where Ken had mentioned a remote being placed inside. Sure enough, after checking it again, he found that it was further back behind his goggles. Why was Ken giving him all these nice things though? Why hadn't he simply thrown him in a dungeon cell like all the other slaves and called it good? He was up to something for sure.
Daisuke walked over to the mirror and looked at himself once again. Well, things looked pretty bad now. There really wasn't any way to get out of the base on his own, and even if there was, he wasn't about to leave V-Mon behind. Ken was really smart and probably expected him to try and escape. His only option appeared to be waiting until the others could save him, except that he hated waiting... Nope, that wasn't good enough. He had to do something on his own. Even if it wasn't much, there had to be some kind of action he could take!
Daisuke glanced around the room a little bit more and stopped when his eyes reached the desk. He walked over to it and opened the drawers, finding the paper and pencils that Ken had described. There was something else in there too. It kind of looked like... candles? And a box of matches?
His eyes traveled upward a few seconds later and stopped at the sprinkler, his mouth slowly curling upward into a mischievous grin. A sudden thought came to his mind, and he had to hold back laughter.
'Alright Ken... you want to play this way?' Daisuke smirked wider and curled the fingers on his right hand around the match box. 'If you're gonna keep me here against my will, then until I find a way out. I swear for V-Mon, Takeru and myself... I'll make you regret every moment of it.'