#rpdaisuke

[keisur-archive]

"OI YOU FUCKER DID YOU HURT HIKARI-CHAN? I GONNA TEAR YOU INTO PIECES" - shakes the axe.

“̸̣̥͙̹̪̦̘̰͞͞I̵̹̪̦̳͈̠̳͇̤͖̘͖͈̜͓͢ ́͏̭̞̖͉̭̫͟d҉̷͓̮̣́͘͟ͅḭ̻͉̗̗͇̣̗̝̜̱̖̝̀͜͝d҉̷̵̷̯̳̝͈̫̹̱̥̻̬̣͚̫̩͎̘̭́n̶̡͕̜̠̦͚͖͍̟̰̺̕͟͡’̡͙͚͕͉̠̖̞͈̰͇̰̮̗̹͈̺͔́̀͟ͅt̡҉̨͠͏͕̖͎̥͉̻͓̙̦̱͉̳̱̳̲ ̨̛͉̭͔̱͖̗̙̙̠̠̫͔̤̠̥̹̮t̸̸̠̹̥̫̣̪̱̠̙͍̖̥̱̳̰͚͍̻͜o̴̧͕͕̰̜͉̬̬̪ͅụ̷̦̗̣̱͖̭̯͎͡c̶͏̨̨͔̤̩̞̼̥h̵̵̙̘̙̹͉̻͇͖͍͠͝ ̴̭̳̳̱͜h҉̛̗̖͚͚ẹ̸̶̢̧͚͎̤̩̮̭̱̀r̴҉̥̭̼̟̤̲̦̟̣͖̪̝͎̠͈̤̮ͅ,̶̢͖͇̫̯͇̩̲̩̻̝͙͖ͅ ̢̛̮̤̼̖͇͔̫̲͈̺̗̟̳̱̪͔͕͡ͅͅM̸̶̡͉͕̲̯͕̦̞͎̪͇̠̖̜͈̞̯̕o̶̶̦̺͎̤t̡̛̬̼̯͖̮̙̤̯̰̫͢͝ò̵̦̙̹̜̬̲̲̣̰̟ͅm̨̧̯̝̳̦̟͔̙͘̕i̙̱̞̺̗͉̗̼̼̹͎̰̘̠̺̼͔͘͞y̛͍̱̹̼̠͝a̴̶̴̡̨͓̙̲̘͉̗͈̭̫͓͍͓̭͚̗.̸̛̱̫̰͡”͜҉̷̙̜̠̘͖̮̱̗̦̜̥

He was a monster capable of wanton destruction for a cheap thrill, or perhaps mentally breaking down -- but a need for dominance only stretched so far and never in that kind of direction.

“I can assure you, I don’t want her for anything, and I especially like when she is fully dressed. Before you start accusing me of things, insect, just a casual reminder that I’m too young for anything anyways.”

Murder was different. Throwing a mind controlled monster was different.

“Don’t you care!”

He slapped the arm which Motomiya held his weapon with the edge of his whip, because at this point, he honestly didn’t want to have this kind of discussion.

“Go ask her yourself, Motomiya!”

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"I dare you kiss me."

His blood boiled.

Ichijouji Ken, in all his predetermined perfection was knocked over by the gnat. The insect. The inferior, worthless person he shunned from his world from the very beginning. The enemy he loathed so absolutely, that even now, Daisuke’s earlier screams were still there.

“Kiss?”

His own mocking tone was hollow, broken, as if this human daring such a thing was as likely as them all becoming friends. Motomiya’s hallucinatory accusations of friendship were more believable than this. 

“You want me to kiss you? How quaint.”

What if he just didn’t want to kiss him? He couldn’t wash his mouth out with the hand sanitizer afterwards. 

“If I do so, will you get out of my face?”

Out of the Digital World, pack his stuff and get out? Because that would be nice. He hadn’t returned to the real world, still nursing wounds from Motomiya’s last series of verbal blows. To counter that, his own actions have slowed down considerably, to where he could glance at the monitor and see more white than the previous day.

“F-Fine! Challenge accepted, insect!”

His cape trailed behind him, surely from the speed in which he strode across the space to Motomiya’s direct place. He didn’t touch him, looking with a moment of unhidden fear -- before washing the expression off his face and throwing himself right into the action. 

Hate kissing. Ridiculous.

Motomiya wasn’t quite the insect he referred to him as. Motomiya was more. Breaking his towers, breaking his rings, challenging him and his power at every turn, disrespecting him at every available opportunity. Attacking him, because Motomiya wasn’t the one to be stepped on, stepped over, or let these boots of his be used for anything other than making a retreat.

He gave him enough to think upon, without questioning his own life. 

He had a sudden very clear image of Motomiya’s eyes, before he finally came in close enough to complete that dare of his. He kissed Motomiya, and for a moment -- there was a level of disgust he couldn’t tell who deserved the most. Motomiya or himself? Because surely, both of them were disgusting.

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“HOW ABOUT YOU LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU NERD?!” - he screamed angrily - “Oh wait, you can’t because you mess with my team, my friends and the Digital World!”

“And you think you can make me suffer, you asshole?! Well, I gonna break your towers and save the poor digimon. Just watch me, Ichijouji Ken. WATCH. ME. The reality will smack your head and you will see how much wrong you’re about the Digital World.”

“This is NOT a game. If you hurt someone here, they will be literally hurt! If you kill someone, they will be literally kill here!”

“WAKE UP, ICHIJOUJI KEN!”

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“You’re like the flies that come in with the open door. I have to swat you down each time you enter. Perhaps it would be easier if you recognized your place, insect, and disappeared.”

He knew the ins and outs, the details of this world were studied, of course. Which is what made the Death Valley incident all the more hilarious in retrospect. Warfare was best taken when you knew where you were fighting. The Digital World was his land, and he had the home-field advantage.

“I don’t think I can make you suffer. I already do. Even in the real world, the Digimon Kaiser is invading your thoughts, isn’t it? I can cause you misery just by existing. And you let me have that power over you. Isn’t that the best?!”

He let his height let him practically and literally look down upon Motomiya. Pauldron clad shoulders held straight, with an ideal posture. Looking every inch the commanding general of the opposing army.

“I’ve always tried for that goal. I want you to hurt! Don’t be a sore loser with me again, insect! If you want out, you know where the exit is -- but let’s be honest. You’re not going to. That’s what I expect from you, Motomiya.”

"You will keep going until you die."