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Send me "How'd you get this?" For my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars and asking how they got it.

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Craning his neck to see the waiter, (who had really gorgeous hair) Daisuke folded his arms, and replied stiffly.

"I have a right to be here just as everyone. I don't have to order anythnig -- I'm not hungry." Of course, that was a white lie. The male hadn't eaten much that morning, but had quelled his rumbling stomach with seltzer water.

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"I apologise for speaking out of turn, but."

"Usually those that come to cafes order something instead of staying silent at a table for fifteen minutes."

Trust him. He’s a waiter here (albeit under extreme dislike).

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"…Woah," Taichi squinted at his phone. Checking the sender twice not sure what to believe from the strange message. [Text] i think you sent a message meant for your girly friend to me Dai [text sent]

Bumbling when his cell vibrated twice on the floor, Daisuke fell over off his bed, with an 'Oof!' onto the carpet. It wasn't enough of a fall to do any damage, but his shoulder would be sore.

Scrambling for his phone, he snatched it, pulling it around to his face. Holding his breath, he hovered over the button for opening the message, and closed his eyes as he pushed his finger down.

Frazzled, and blushing, he read Taichi's reply quickly, and hastily typed a small reply.

{Txt:} To: Taichi From: Daisuke No dammit!! I'm not going to let you fuck with me. I like you, and really want to fuck you to super loud club music. Just tell me yes or no!!

Heaving a breath, he once again hurtled the phone into the wall. Hopefully it wasn't broken... Daisuke's sanity was being ripped apart, as he had attempted to spill to Taichi, and the other did that.

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"Of course you'd say that." His eyes narrowed at the double, and his arms crossed to the point of hands resting on his elbows. "Trust me, I won't kill you--yet."

A dark smirk crossed the Disaster Child's face, and his feet picked up to stalk toward the other male. "If I was him though, what would you do hm?"

"That’s a relief, I felt you were going to kill me! So you’re not him, that’s a relief!"

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"A Black Imperialdramon..." That sounded interesting, but he brushed the thought aside, and focused on what the other was saying.

"Nope, not me. I may be a shit, but I'm no Kaiser."

"The other-you who looks like he were a Digimon Kaiser! He had a Black Imperialdramon and— Wait, what did you say?!"

"Anyway, a friend of mine, who was attacked by him, said he’s my mirror and there were other mirror versions of the team. Are you that guy, aren’t you??"

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"Y-yeah! We are." Smiling back, he took Vee's hand in his own tiny one. They had to get Daisuke back to his original age somehow...

"Ken might be able to help....but I don't know where he is."

"We’re friends, I can’t abandon you!" - Vee smiled - "You’re helping me too, even when I told you to give up about looking for my memories."

"We should try ask Miyako, Ken or Koushirou… Maybe they can help us."

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(( Somehow, I feel like my Dai has had next to no development with anyone save Sparrow's Ken. Ahahaa...I'd love to be on more than I am to work with him more, and I'm willing to do threads and writings. ))

(( Would anyone be interested in plotting tomorrow? (since I have to go home soon) I really want to have Dai be active again. I love him. ))

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"… But you look like me, are you trying to kill me like the other-one?"

"Try to kill you..." He thought, pressing fingers to his chin. "Now...that's not a bad idea, but I'd gain nothing from it."

He was curious though. "Who exactly wants to kill an idiot like you?"

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"... Are you... me?" (i accidentally followed you bc i thought it was abandoned sorry D: )

"Are you really that stupid?" Crossing his arm, the Disaster child frowned at the other. "I’m you, but not you."

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Looking a little down from her not wanting the painting, he huffed, and picked it up. "I'll go put it in the club then." And he started toward the door of his flat, which was a part of the nightclub where he was a DJ at.

"If you wanna stop by again, feel free." Opening the door to show Hikari back to the club so she could be on her way, he stepped out to the metal staircase lined with shining lights.

Hikari watched as Daisuke put the finishing touches to his painting. When he had finished, she could actually see how all the colours came together, forming a pretty nice looking painting.

"That actually does look nice, Daisuke-kun. And I think you should keep it.”

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Ken remained silent, staring at the other as his voice shook. “I’m not taking it off of you, then,” he hissed, reaching for the remote and pressing down again, holding the electricity even longer. Daisuke didn’t want to touch it? Fine. It could stay on. Ken was ready to do this all day. He finally relented again, cutting off the shock. “You just go ahead and tell me when you change your mind.” 

Daisuke’s stubbornness was starting to eliminate the guilt Ken had felt, and his finger hovered over another button this time. “This won’t stop until you swallow your damn pride and scream, you understand me?” He’d crush that defiance, whatever it took. Ken wouldn’t crack before Daisuke, no mattered for this very purpose.

The ends of his belt still hung at his legs as he struggled to sit, shirtless as the jolting force ran down his arm and through his being once again. Faster than before, as Ken held the button down longer. Daisuke's body trembled and shook as he swayed on his knees, refusing to touch the dammed thing.

He wasn't going to give up and just end it. He wanted to see how much he could take. His eyes shut as he heard Ken bark another order, one that would also end up defied.

His lips stayed shut as it charged through his body again. How long could Ken keep it up? Daisuke was going to make him stop, he had to soon if he wanted the red head to stay conscious.

The Dark Spiral

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He leaned back, putting his arms behind his head. "Well, whatever, it's almost done." He moved an arm forward, and splashed paint across the small canvas.

"There." Stepping back, he smiled, looking over at Hikari. "Do you want it?"

"Art? Well, when you say it’s art, I suppose I could see it from a different angle.."

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(( I'm here because don't feel like being on my other DD blogs. (yes Daisuke IS a DD just not affiliated with the group.) And I have drive for drafts!!! /o/ ))

EDIT: I'll be here another 2 hours (I have a curfew of 5:30)

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     Watching as The Kaiser did what he did, Daisuke didn't even try to cry out against it. He was used to that sort of thing. Sometimes he even bullied Digimon, but not like Ken. The other and his tactics were glorious, but still Daisuke the Disaster wielder would never be The Kaiser's slave.

     "Hey Kaiser, how's your day going?" A smirk rose to his face, and hands twitched to his pockets, the Crest of Disaster hanging from a black chain against his chest, standing out in the Digital Sun.

          Harpoons an innocent Dolphmon. Then snickers about it.