to watch the world burn...

sideblog for a Dark AU Takuya Kanbara of Digimon Frontier

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@kaennokokoro​ // was spotted by Takuya

【 ☀ 】What did he see? Brown hair, a cap, a red shirt, the shoes...it all seemed so familiar yet he couldn’t place it. Moving to catch up to the person, a gauntlet covered hand gloved in black stretched out, landing on the other’s shoulder.

【 ☀ 】 “Hey!” He happily yelled out, grinning as the other boy turned. “What’s your name huh? I’m Takuya~” His eyes held a madness only darkness could bring. It infected and broke him into pieces. 

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VILLAINOUS ATTRIBUTES

( bold for main, italics for minor. )

aggressive | callous | cannibal | careless | compulsive | cowardly | domineering | envious | greedy | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic| murderer | obsessive | over-critical | over-emotional | patronizing | sarcastic | self-indulgent | serial killer | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unclean | unpredictable | untidy | vain | vengeful

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[ pages are now up, with relationships pending info until further threading. ]

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corrupteddarkness

Kouichi lifted an eyebrow in the direction that had excited this stranger, but was unable to see anything worthwhile in watching. The warrior of darkness was of course much more interested in the blood patterns left on the pavement from where the life liquid had drip-drip-dripped from the baseball bat’s tip.

But the other person was invigorated and since Takuya was even bothering to pay him some attention, Duskmon went along with him.

The inside was less clean than Kouichi would have liked but he was sure to find some fun in picking through the other’s stuff with his eyes. Like a game of I-spy.

Finally sauntering into the room after Takuya, Kouichi found himself comfortably surrounded by gloom. There was hints of blood everywhere Duskmon looked which filled his corrupted spirits with a strange sense of satisfaction. But Takuya’s attire was less refreshing to look at and so Kouichi found himself sitting on the other’s bed edge and wiping the grime from his stomach.

“I killed my brother and my mom,” he said after a long while. “Not to mention my bastard father, or my human grandma… died by association with a demon.”

【 ☀ 】 Smiling as he felt Kouichi’s chilly hands wiping the grime from his stomach, Takuya giggled, laying back and squirming around on the bed once he was as clean as he could be without bathing - he stunk now of gore.

【 ☀ 】 “ooooooohh...” His eyes were huge as he rolled over to look at the other. “How’d you kill them?” Waving his legs up and down he about bounced on the bed as he told his story.

【 ☀ 】 “My brother always got more attention because he was younger than me - and I hated it. One day I took him to the bathroom, and swirled his head in the toilet. Then I bashed his face against the bathtub - I got blood from his face all over it was fun. Finally I took him outside dragging him by his legs, and I set him on fire. He was still partly alive and he screamed so loudly...”

【 ☀ 】 Recalling the events, Takuya shivered and laughed. “After our parents came out and well, they couldn’t stay alive...so I killed them too.” He said all of it with a twisted smile on his face.

【 ☀ 】 Reaching, he picked up his baseball bat, all the blood having dried on the surface of the aluminum. Picking at the flecks he grew bored. “What do you wanna do?”

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corrupteddarkness

The darkness in the surrounding area was all consuming, as if the soot that filled the air was attempting to choke out its occupants. And yet Duskmon moved through as easily as the clearest water, practically forming out of the dusk and smog so that he was right behind Takuya.

“I’m here.” Kouichi whispered into the other’s ear, revealing the warrior of darkness all somber and proud without a hint of battle upon him. His armor was dark and clean as if empowered by this utter tragedy - long blond hair falling into Takuya’s presence as Kouichi leaned over him.

“But no one else is. You’ve doomed yourself, Takuya. Because of you, no one is around to save you.” And a blade slipped back across the other’s neck, shining red with the warrior’s anger.

【 ☀ 】He was a tool. Something to be used by Kouichi, and he didn’t complain. Seated still on the ground scorched black, Takuya trembled a little in anticipation - who knew where the other would appear.

【 ☀ 】He froze, the blood dripping down his skin and into the dark ground. Duskmon was right behind him - and Takuya felt himself let go of all reason; he peed his pants. He felt so cold right then, and his glassy eyes went wide as the other spoke into his ear.

【 ☀ 】The voice was sheer terror, and Takuya almost screamed if not for the blade at his throat, that shut him up tightly. He was fine with the situation - he didn’t need to be saved, he was okay with it. “I want to die....”

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corrupteddarkness

Duskmon smiled to himself, closing his eyes against the other’s antics and walking perfectly fine as if he were still with site. “Of course,” he murmured to humor the other, vision opening only to stare at the gore smeared across Takuya’s skin.

Kouichi met the other’s look with something more subtle, just watching him. But as they continued, strangers yet something more, Duskmon smiled slightly again.

“Hm. Me too.” Kouichi murmured and ghosted along.

【 ☀ 】 Closing in on his house, Takuya hung back and pointed beside Kouichi, “There it is!!” He waved his arm excitedly like it was the best place ever, and to him it was.

【 ☀ 】 “Whaa??” Takuya bounced up and down in front of Kouichi. “You had a brother too?!! Coo!!” Taking the other’s am he pulled Kouichi toward his house, it looked fine on the outside, but the inside was a mess.

【 ☀ 】 “Come on!!” He urged and the walked through the door. The place as a disaster, take out containers on the floor, pillows stained with blood and who knew what else, and it smelled like death.

【 ☀ 】 “I’m going to my room! You can come too!!” Scurrying over things and darting around, Takuya opened a door, slipping inside. In contrast to the living room, his bedroom was actually neat. 

【 ☀ 】 Red bed sheets were splayed out, and a ragged desk sat to one side. His D-Tector sat on a wardrobe, along with many drawing and models of various vehicles. Flopping on the bed he tore off his shirt, the dried blood smeared across his stomach.

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corrupteddarkness

“How do you keep clean,” Kouichi muttered in disgust under his breath, but… he had come this far, and was all too interested in the other person just to leave. So instead the warrior wiped some of the grime from the brunet’s face and hands, licking his thumb and fingers in order to clean them.

“There, then. Go on and lead the way. I’ll be following.” Kouichi wiped the rest clean with his clothes until he was satisfied, taking a look around. The neighborhood seemed rather deserted, probably because of this fellow…

“Do you live alone?” Duskmon asked carefully, his eyes unbidden returning to the baseball bat and the alluring drip of blood leaking from its previous blows.

【 ☀ 】 “I use the neighbor's bathroom...DUH.” Saying tat he stuck his tongue out at Kouichi, totting the bat once again after wiping his fingers on his clothes and getting some of it on his tanned skin.

【 ☀ 】 “Okay!! Here we go, off to my house~” He chanted in a sing-song voice as he walked. Looking back he smiled another goofy grin. “I already told you where my parents are -- oh, I had a brother, but he died too...” He put a finger in his mouth and licked it, it tasted like metal.

【 ☀ 】 “I killed him.”

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corrupteddarkness

Duskmon easily ducked out of the way of the other’s unconscious swinging as if able to see the oncoming bat from eyes in the back of his head. The warrior then continued to stroll after the stranger as if totally unfazed, even as the other male started to fight with some random passerby.

And actually, the spirit seemed to be rather entertained, watching the whole spectacle as if it were his favorite TV program. His eyes glinted at the blood that started to spatter over the pavement and then Duskmon licked his lips.

“My name is Duskmon. You can call me Kouichi,” he mentioned offhandedly.

“So don’t call me ‘mister’ it’s informal and degrading.”

The warrior stepped over the husk of the other human to get to Takuya, wiping some of the grime from his form before licking it up. “You need to wash.”

【 ☀ 】 After the person’s face was smashed in, Takuya held the bat on his shoulder and dipped his other hand into the gore that had been a face. It was warm, and squishy - he liked it.

【 ☀ 】 Looking at the his new friend, he smiled. “Okay!! Kouichi!!” Still smiling he began to hum as he sniffed the matter on his hand, he contemplated tasting it, but made a face.

【 ☀ 】 When the other appeared next to him, Takuya frowned, and shook his head. “My house has no water, so we can’t!” He still waned to get to his place.

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“You used to be,” Duskmon growled almost fondly, leaning into Takuya’s bloody touch. Somehow the look the other gave him, all warm eyes and crazed, just lured Kouichi in. Now that he didn’t have Kouji to depend on, the light of the other’s burning passion was the only thing that could keep him… balanced.

Sanity, on the other hand, was pretty much out of the question.

“You live for me,” Kouichi reminded huskily. “There is no one else and nothing!” Duskmon had retracted a sword to lift the human up by his burned collar, almost as if he might stand Takuya on his feet but instead he threw them bodily.

Then the dust and soot surrounded Kouichi until his form was totally unseen.

【 ☀ 】He had lost his sanity long ago, now fully engulfed in the darkness, Takyua latched onto Duskmon to survive. His heart beat only for Kouichi, and he was always wanting to set himself free by Kouichi’s side, or even at his beck and call.

【 ☀ 】Eyes shining, he started laughing as he was yanked up by his clothing, almost tossing spittle on Duskmon’s mask. His face was a little surprised when he was tossed aside, like a rag doll, but that too soon turned into laughter, and his body scorched the earth where he landed.

【 ☀ 】Watching the particles encircle Kouichi, Takuya pouted a little, being unable to see him. “Where’d you go?” Looking around, he sighed, licking his still bleeding hand, He didn’t feel like cauterizing it yet, as it kept his mind occupied.

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“Glad to see this!?”

Duskmon thrust forward with his flamberge swords all red and deadly aiming faster than light towards Takuya.

But the warrior simply caught the other between his blades, glaring down at the human in a deadly fashion.

“Is this really want you want, Takuya!? Just to see the world burn?”

【 ☀ 】He felt himself shivering, and all he could do was smile,feeling the heat within him burn as it took shape crackling over his exposed skin. “Of course!! What else should I be? Scared? That’s just not in me.” He laughed again, and ran hands over the blades that had captured him.

【 ☀ 】He loved Duskmon. It was a real warped sense of the word, but he truly appreciated the other in all his form. He wanted to scream, and see it all...go down in ashes...

【 ☀ 】Smirking, he drew a hand away from the blades - it was bleeding. He didn’t care as he reached up to lay his stinging hand on Duskmon’s mask. “Yes...I live for calamity, and despair...”

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Kouichi hit Takuya away, tears pouring down his face.

“How could you,” he choked, voice dangerous.

“And why!? I don’t deserve any of this!”

His fingers scraped into the ground, stirring up soot.

“You’re going to pay, Takuya…”

But his Spirit Evolution was c̴o̳̘r̪͜r͜u͈̠̪̝p͕̦̺͖̪̰țe̷͎̘̦d̻̭ without the light to depend on…

Kouichi Kimura fell once again into darkness.

“Spirit Evolution…

“Duskmon!”

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【 ☀ 】 It was glorious to see the other Warrior succumb to the negative. To see him be corrupted. Though the Flame Warrior was wary of Duskmon - they were most likely an enemy this time around...

【 ☀ 】Grinning, he did’t yet bother to evolve himself, he was too giddy with dark laughter at the sight of the corruption. “Glad to see you Duskmon!!”

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corrupteddarkness

Duskmon’s eyes followed the stranger’s every movement, especially entranced by the way the light glinted off the bloody end of the other’s baseball bat. No fear stirred inside his chest; the only emotion the dark warrior seemed to be able to muster was a bit of curiosity and astonishment.

“Your place?” A brow lifted along with his corpse-cold hand, hesitating in wonder at what might happen. In contrast to the stranger’s chipped nails and ragged appearance, Duskmon was rather well-kept. Of course, hidden underneath his shirt were several scar marks across his wrists.

Finally Kouichi took the other’s offer, rather bewildered at himself. “…Okay.”

【 ☀ 】 Beaming with a look up at the other’s eyes, Takuya started to pull the male along. “Okay, come on, it’s this way.” He happily waved his free arm around, whistling an odd tune, with no real meaning. The bat about hit the other in the face as Takuya wasn’t watching himself.

【 ☀ 】 “I hope you like games mister!!” He called the other that without knowing them, his mindset was like a child at that moment, someone who had made a new friend. “My house is my house. My parents are dead.”

【 ☀ 】 Rounding a corner, he let go of the others hand to wildly swing his bat at a person walking by. Laughing as the pedestrian went down Takuya began to beat their face.

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Kouichi Kimura was used to being avoided - or otherwise outright ignored. So the dark warrior didn’t expect that he was actually being addressed at first.

“H-hm? … Me?” Dark ocean eyes blinked towards the other’s passionate face before taking in the bloody baseball bat and his countenance; almost crazed.

“…Yeah. Okay. Though, I don’t know what you’re expecting, really.”

【 ☀ 】 It wasn’t like he knew what he was doing, he was reacting to impulses hidden away in the back of his brain. Smile growing, he about danced on his toes as the other took notice of him, bat shining in the sunlight.

【 ☀ 】 If the dark haired male looked at Takuya, he’d see hands covered in blood, chipped nails, and tattered clothing, yet there were also signs of neatness, as to his appearance - not a drop of blood was on his face and his hair wasn’t messy at all either.

【 ☀ 】 Holding out his free hand, Takuya waited. And waited, just grinning. “Let’s go to my place!”

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【 ☀ 】 “Anyone feeling hot? Oh wait - it’s just the building next to me on fire.”