Title: The Time of the Day
Fandom: Digimon Adventure ZeroTwo
Summary: Some things begin and end. Other things are eternal.
Characters (main): Ichijouji Ken, Wormmon
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or the characters depicted within unless otherwise stated. Written for7_suns, prompt set: time. This is purely non-profit.
Word Count: 386
Extra Notes: cross-posted to fanfiction.
The Time of the Day
Part 3 of 7: Noon
The sun was high in the sky, and it was burning him to cinders.
Rather, he wished it were. Perhaps some divine punishment would feel more redeeming than a wasteland where nothing grew. For while he wondered if the garden of Eden had sprung up from such a place…but a hundred – or maybe a thousand – steps later he was only thinking about water.
What he found at the top – where the sun touched the earth at high noon – was not the immediate salvation he lusted for, but the one he, somewhere deep in his heart desired. The point of crucifixion…and he soon became fixed, tied with his own whip and the ropes he had hounded countless ringed slaves with, and there they all were, the digimon he had wronged ready to punish him…
And yet it wasn’t him, for his feet were still on the ground, still burning. But his heart was tied far above his head, crying in pain each time a rock or a thunderbolt or an orb of light struck. Shaped like a human and cloaked in the persona of the Digimon Kaiser, with the jumpsuit and the cloak and the shades and even the hairstyle to match.
Except the image broke, leaving only the shades behind. The first things he had thrown off when his eyes had opened to the truth. In a way, symbolic to the blinds that had covered his eyes from the truth.
They sat there, on the sand when everything else had gone. A statement, or perhaps a message…
And then they were gone too – no, simply removed. Picked up by a familiar face, a familiar form.
He looked up, his breath catching. For a moment, it seemed the Kaiser had returned to stand above him, but the face was fuller, kinder…
Behind him, the sun slipped away to bring forth a welcome darkness. But as light began to trickle in again, the darkness twisted into something false, something ugly. The scorching sun vanished and the truth arrived, starting with the light closest to his heart and leading right up to the one who had kindled his darkness.
From Wormmon to BelialVamdemon, they all stood before him as the truth, and both the Digimon Kaiser and the long dead brother vanished into the past where they belonged.
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