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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon and make no money off of this work.

Chapter List
- 15
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- 17
Content Warning: Questionable consent, Pegging, Power Dynamics, Gentle Sex.
A warning here, this one does jump around a bit

For the third time that day Takeru felt ropes digging into his skin when he awakened. This time, on top of his arms and legs being restrained, a thick cloth serving as a blindfold concealed his vision. He tried to piece together what happened. He wasn’t at home; his coarsest barstool was more comfortable than whatever torture instrument he found himself laying upon.
The last thing he remembered was being pulled away from the group by Sora and then feeling a shooting pain in his neck. Sora meant him no harm; he was likely fine. But then again, the redhead wasn’t the type to go for bondage play, that was more of Miyako or Meiko’s thing, although the latter would never admit it.
But if Miyako was involved and he was blindfolded then he should also have a gag and less clothes, so that didn’t make sense either. Unless she was going some kinky new direction today.
There was another more dangerous possibility. His day had been quite eventful and he had almost forgotten, but in the morning the blond had felt an existential dread that something was wrong with Sora. And after he met Sora something bad had happened. At that current moment he felt no fear for any of his girls, nor was the sense of otherworldly fear currently welling up in his gut; but that didn’t mean he was safe.
“You can breathe, you know.” A voice called out to him. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
“Koushiro?” Takeru asked. “Why are you here? Why am I tied up?”
“I just needed to have a talk with you. And don’t worry about the restraints, they are only there to ensure your blindfold remains in place.”
“Okay then.” Takeru said slowly. “Where are we?”
“Japan, if that’s what you’re wondering.” So not the Digital World, good to know.
“More specifically?”
“A room in Japan.”
“You know; it’d be a lot easier to talk if you actually gave answers I could work with.” Takeru deadpanned.
Koushiro let out a light chuckle. “I suppose that’s true. How about we switch topics then. How is the job search coming? I hear you are still looking?”
“Yeah, I’m sure something will come up.” Takeru lied. He hadn’t really been looking, there was no reason to work all day since he got his ‘inheritance’.
“It’s pretty odd,” Koushiro said, “I had three jobs in High school before I got my own place, and that was barely more than one room. But you are unemployed and you get a penthouse suite with two floors?”
“That’s just because Grandmere owns it. I just live there while they look for a permanent tenant.”
“Takeru, your grandmother does not and never has owned that property. The deed is in your name.” The redhead countered.
“What? Really?”
“You know, you are a terrible liar.” Koushiro said with a light chuckle “I’ve been able to see through you for a while now. So how about you skip the unnecessary bits and save us both time? How did you get that apartment?”
The blond gulped. “I came home one day and mom had a meeting with a bunch of lawyers. I promised not to speak out about being fired and in return I received the apartment and some cash. I feel like mom was extorting him or something, but I’m not sure on what.”
“No.” Takeru’s brow scrunched in surprise at the response. “I’m not denying that those are events that happened.” Koushiro explained, “That is almost certainly the transaction that transferred the property into your possession. But it is not how you got the apartment. Lying to me is quite frivolous. I have already learned all of your tells. So how about we skip that part.”
“Can we talk about summer camp instead?” he asked. Even blindfolded and restrained as he was, there was no way Takeru was ever going to accidently betray Patamon or his friends.
“It’s just me Takeru. There’s some CIA agents guarding the door a floor down, but it’s safe, we’re friends. So we can talk about Digimon, and crest powers.”
Takeru let out a loud sigh. “If you knew the answer already what’s the point in asking me? I don’t think you’re been very nice right now. I’ll unfriend you on Facebook.” he joked. Koushiro didn’t laugh.
“I need to hear it from you. How exactly did you procure those living quarters, and how exactly does your power work? I’ve heard it once before, but I need to get it from you, in person.”
“You know how my power works? Who told you? Were you the one who kidnapped Sora?” Takeru asked, starting to get a little paranoid.
“You told me, sort of. Maki’s digital pulse is not as omnipotent as she believes it to be, it cannot disrupt data based life, so it was quite easy to implant a listening device within the agency as a precautionary measure. Now if you would Takeru…”
“No.”
“No?” Koushiro’s voice held genuine shock for the first time in their ‘conversation’.
“I said ‘No’.” Takeru repeated. “This is not the first time I’ve woken up today, tied up with someone trying to use their crest power to manipulate me. I’m not going to fall for it. If you don’t trust me, why should I trust you?”
“Interesting,” Koushiro said, and Takeru heard the clitter-clatter of typing on a keyboard. “Would this have anything to do with why, hours ago, Ken and Daisuke became girls?”
Takeru pursed his lips, but did not respond. He needed to find a way out of this.
“That does change things.” Koushiro admitted “If you were provoked then the change might be warranted, but I cannot be certain unless you talk to me.” The blond kept his mouth stubbornly shut.
“Alright then.” Koushiro said “I’ll talk, you listen. I mentioned earlier that I overheard your conversation with Maki, that includes the less-than-professional behavior. However, the most striking fact to me was how lopsided your power was. Anything that I, Taichi, or anyone else could do, you too could do with the right partner. You could permanently end all war, or eliminate famine, cure cancer by walking into a hospital bed.”
He let out a disappointed huff. “But the fact all those things still exist makes me suspect such altruistic thoughts never crossed your head. It’s only recently that I recognized your power alters perception for those not directly involved, and it is within the realm of possibility that you have made it so some sort of super cancer never existed...”
He paused but Takeru did not answer. The blond could feel shame drip from his body. In retrospect with all his powers he could have become a Messiah, but the scope of such problems were beyond him; saving the world from famine was less glorious than his childhood exploits.
“… Even if you did not cure disease and end all suffering, it’s not like I blame you. There are a dozen different problems in the world I could likely solve single handedly that I care not to apply myself towards. And in my own ‘awakening’ my priorities were slightly askew. But there is a problem presented,” He paused, saying the next words slowly and forcefully.
“You are being selfish.”
Takeru blushed bright red and Koushiro cleared his throat “Oh, I don’t mean the sex. It’s practically tradition at this point. In fact, I hypothesize that the awakening of our crests powers sparks hyper-accelerated processes throughout our body, an increase in hormone production just one of those side effects. But within weeks of getting your power you fired yourself and began to live off the lottery. No one else did anything close to that.”
“I didn’t.” Takeru objected, breaking his silence. “I didn’t fire myself, I didn’t have my power back then.”
“Really?” Koushiro said. “Regardless, as you can imagine, with your utterly reality warping power I need to make sure you aren’t being too selfish. Thus with the full disclosure: yes, I am distrusting you, and yes, I am your enemy, at least until I can tell you are not going to be mine.”
“Okay.” said Takeru hesitantly, “I’m not going to take over the world or anything like that. And you said you can tell when I’m lying, so let me go.” Surely this had to work, what did his friend take him for? A megalomaniac villain?
“You’re not lying.” Koushiro admitted, “But that just means you don’t think you will, no one thinks they’re a villain in their own story. So I need to know: tell me, how did you get that apartment.”
“Okay.” Takeru repeated as he took a couple breaths to steady himself. “After I got Hikari back and she was aware of my power, we experimented a bit. All she hoped for was that we’d have a fancy home, and guaranteed finical success no matter what. I got home and mom was waiting for me with the contract.”
“That’s it?” Koushiro asked “You weren’t thinking of your old boss you were talking to her. Just a general command like that.”
Takeru shrugged as best he could. “Honestly I still don’t know what that was all about. I was expecting to win the lottery again or something, but this is what I got. I wasn’t sure if it was worth changing back.”
“I see.” Koushiro said slowly. “Let’s backtrack. You said ‘got Hikari back’ what happened to her?”
“That’s kinda private. And not really my story to tell.” Takeru shot.
“I appreciate your candor,” Koushiro said evenly “However I feel obligated to warn you: if I should deem you unsafe, part of the remedy is to wipe your memories until before this happened. Which precludes your entire relationship with Hikari.”
“You’re going to brainwash me?” Takeru yelled. “What? Why? How? Why?” he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, “Oh, I get it, it’s a joke right? Very funny.”
“I am completely serious. I cannot abide the risk. Takeru, I’m not sure you understand just how overwhelming your power is. After going so far to limit my own powers, I can’t let a potential threat of this magnitude run rampant.”
Takeru grit his teeth. This was complete and utter insanity. But at the same time he did not doubt the chosen of knowledge’s word, he had been effectively kidnapped, and Sora spoke of Koushiro’s power with an odd reverence given how comparatively weak it was.
“Daisuke used his powers on Hikari once. You know she’s always had a thing for her, and - when she was a he - it was about ten times worse. I’m not sure on everything he did, but she was way too sex focused. If you heard my speech with Maki, you should know that.”
“You didn’t mention Daisuke though.”
“I…” he paused “Couldn’t?”
“Plausible.” Koushiro said. “If adverse changes to Hikari persisted then perhaps you contained Daisuke’s power without neutralizing it completely, who knows what lingering conditions persist to this day.”
He sat down and began typing for several minutes, Takeru sat in silence as his future hung in the balance, an evil pit growing in his stomach.
“And I assume something similar happened with Ken? Or did Daisuke become a threat again?” Koushiro asked.
“Ken.” he confirmed, bile building in his throat.
“I see, that’s good for you, I guess. Of course, I’ll need to hear more on that, but it can wait. So what about Sora then? She’s resistant to crest powers, why did you sleep with her? Or was that why you slept with her? Needed a challenge?” Takeru didn’t like his tone.
“No. I really didn’t get a choice. It’s just… ‘that’. When I went to fix Hikari, I needed a third party to hope Hikari could be fixed. I went to Sora, and she wrote our tryst into that stupid contract. I didn’t even know about it when I signed, but once I did I had no choice.”
“Hikari wrote it in?” Koushiro asked intrigued, “I suppose Sora had to accept, if she made the contract, but isn’t it concerning that Hikari would actively encourage you to sleep with other women? I can understand the appeal of having some on the side but changing your girlfriend in such a manner”
“I didn’t.” Said Takeru. “At least I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Believe me Koushiro, I wanted to be monogamous. Day one, before anything changed, Hikari wouldn’t let me date her unless I slept around.”
“Repeat that for me?”
“Hikari only let me date her once for each individual girl I slept with in a month. I’m still not sure why.”
The clicks of the keyboard increased in frequency. “Every word you just said to me is one hundred percent the truth, and yet none of it makes any sense. This really is quite strange.”
“Koushiro?”
“Does she still do this, coerce you to sleep with others?”
“She- ah, she doesn’t really force me anymore.” Takeru admitted sheepishly.
“But you’d stop if she asked you to. She still actively wants to get turned on from it.”
“Yeah, she actually made sure that part stayed in the contract.” he paused. “What’s this have to do with Hikari? She doesn’t even have a power yet. You don’t think she might be,”
“Another anomaly, by all patterns she ought to have her power by now.” Koushiro said “But let’s switch gears, so Ken and Daisuke became female after ken kidnaped you. Forgive me for not seeing the obvious connection.”
“Right.” said Takeru. “The short answer is loophole abuse. I was in a pretty high octane situation.”
“And the longer answer?”
“Well,” Takeru said, face crimson “Hikari wants me to - shall we say seduce- other women and that only works on women. So when we were fighting to make each other into a sex slave I needed them to be women to win.”
“Takeru slavery is wrong.” Koushiro scolded firmly.
“I know that I was going to change them back.”
“Really,” Koushiro said skeptically. “Was that going to happen anytime this month?”
Takeru felt his gut twist. “Maybe.” there was no response, just overwhelming shame. “They started it.” He sounded like a child caught blooding a classmate’s nose.
“Sure.” Koushiro said with an exasperated sigh. “Well that’s not as bad as expected anyway.
“I’ll be needing to see that contract.” Koushiro continued. “But I almost have enough information, I should talk to Hikari first though. I do not believe you behaved yourself appropriately. For example: just because you slept with Sora and got away with it, doesn’t make it fair to Yamato to continue to do so. But I believe, so long as you have someone to balance that primal selfish instinct, you have an eighty-seven percent chance of recovery.”
“You’re not seriously blaming Hikari are you?”
“I’d need to confirm with her first. But I think she can be reined in. Something happened to her between when I left and you got your power. If I can figure out what, it should be trivial to understand her motives.”
The genius sighed. “There is still one avenue to explore, I kinda hate myself for saying this, but please try to be honest. Takeru, what would you do if we were never allowed to see our partners again, given your power.”
“I’d find a way.” he said quickly “I know you would too Koushiro, don’t give me any of that. If there’s a reason we can’t see them, I’d make a world where we could.”
“Right good enough.” he said. All of a sudden Takeru felt his restraints loosen. “Oh, and since you were being honest, I can inform you as to the true reason why Mr. Mercer transferred the deed to the apartment, it wasn’t just reparations for being fired. I actually expected that to come up.”
“Oh? If you don’t mind.” His voice showed relief. The contract was only a general curiosity, but the blond much preferred small talk to being grilled.
“Well your mom used to work for him, two decades ago. In fact, unless Mr. Ishida can teleport there is a good chance…”
A loud banging sound echoed through the room, the next second it was followed by an emphatic “No!”
Takeru pulled one hand up to free his eyes, and saw his almost completely naked girlfriend and her equally disrobed brother run through the room. Taichi tackled Koushiro, pushing him to the floor as Hikari walked toward her beloved. On top her head he saw her hopes:
I hope Koushiro hasn’t broken him yet
I hope we escape this building quickly
I hope they would just let us talk in private
I hope Taichi and Koushiro become Takeru’s devoted female whores
All pointed toward removing him from this situation, one to make him safe entirely and one to give him power over Koushiro. Should he take it? The genius hadn’t trusted him at first, maybe he should return the favor and sort this out on his own time.
Koushiro claimed to trust him at the end, but that might have been a well-orchestrated façade. Takeru was unsure what to do as his girlfriend ran up to him, uttering “Thank god I’m not too late.”
The sound of Hikari whispering his name was the last thing he heard as darkness over took him once more.
Meiko couldn’t help the satisfaction that rolled off her body. Sure, Iori’s trap hadn’t worked; Mimi had flawlessly seen through him and no one had come her way. By the time Meiko had figured it out, Hikari and Mimi were well gone. But that just left the little harlot all by herself, and judging by the brutal treatment she was receiving, Miyako had been quite the naughty girl recently.
When the raven haired girl left the room, the purple haired bitch was being chocked to the point of blacking out. Which was fitting punishment for someone who would, finding themselves the thrall of another, actively abuse their position for sex and seek out more people to enslave.
The only downside might be that Takeru would not get the fitting punishment he deserved, but Yamato would not allow her to use her power on him directly. Still she had faith in Koushiro and Taichi. Taichi would most assuredly stop anyone from interfering with Koushiro, and the Chosen of knowledge was judge, jury, and (hopefully) executioner.
Meiko was rarely a vindictive person but her power had made the thought of revenge tolerable, and at times like these, enticing. There was no way Takeru was innocent. The massive changes to Hikari were evidence enough of that. How that sweet innocent young girl could even think about rushing in to free that vile human was proof positive of her corruption at the hands of the blond devil.
Sometimes the world wasn’t fair, she was just doing her best to restore balance.
The dark haired girl continued, humming a childhood tune with a spring in her step, until the sound of her name jolted her out of sadist fantasies. Her eyes focused on the girl in front of her, and she quickly ran forward and embraced the brunette in a hug.
“Mimi,” she breathed holding the girl tighter. “It’s okay, everything’s going to be all right now.”
The younger girl reciprocated the hug, and Meiko allowed herself to feel secure in the other girl’s arms. Sure technically Meiko was Mimi’s senior, but the girl had a level of outgoingness and confidence that Meiko couldn’t help but be drawn in by. And she knew she could always count on Mimi to help her feel better when things got rough. This hug embodied that sense of safety.
She hated that the sanctity of their friendship had been tainted. First Miyako had, in her eagerness to sleep with everything that breathed, coerced the two of them into a drunken tryst one ‘girl’s night out’ after Meiko was still recovering from freshman year.
Next, Takeru had the audacity to pull all of them into that accursed apartment where sexual boundaries meant nothing and all the girls were to compete for the ‘honour’ of getting fucked the most. And honestly that wasn’t even the biggest problem she had with the blond headed pervert.
Now she couldn’t even hug her friend without being hyper-aware of the large bosom pressing against her own; without picturing the smooth skin she’d felt pressed against her nude body as recently as last night.
“Meimei?” she heard her mentor ask, “Where’s Miyako? What’s happened to her and Iori?”
Of course Mimi would be worried about her, Meiko wasn’t sure why herself. The lilac haired girl had not been around when Meiko had first joined the Chosen’s friendship group, and Meiko had gone back to Tottori before the other girl had recovered. While nothing was indicated verbally, Meiko could always tell Miyako held a grudge, thinking that she had somehow tried to steal the position of Mimi’s protégée while the younger girl was incapacitated.
She’d done her best to placate the purple haired girl, but the combination of their age difference and difference in personality seemed to exacerbate the situation, and the distance between the girls was never quite filled.
“We can’t.” Meiko explained “You don’t realize it, but right now that girl is dangerous. She might be the second most dangerous person in this building.”
Mimi let out a light chuckle. “You can’t be serious.”
“No, Mimi. You have to understand. Here-” she began to drag the girl deeper into the building. “- we have to get you back to Taichi. Then he can fix you like he did me. Then you’ll understand what she did.”
The girl held firm, pulling back against her senior. “How about you try and tell me what she did. I’m not going to understand unless you open up.”
Meiko pursed her lips, but did her best to reason. “She, she can get into your head, make you want to do things, things you’d never consider in your worst nightmare. I bet she did it to you too. In fact, I know she did, that night when we, we-”
Mimi didn’t respond, instead she leaned forward, capturing the surprised girl’s lips with her own. “I’ve always thought you were cute Meimei. Miyako didn’t do much more than supply booze and an excuse.”
“You don’t get it!” Meiko cried, “Of course you don’t. But you have to admit, a bunch of straight girls having an orgy every night with just one guy. You don’t think he’s using you?”
“No more than I’m using him.” Mimi returned. “After all, we are the ones intruding in their relationship. And I wouldn’t just let him go free after he fucked me with that huge cock.”
“Shut up! Shut up! Look, just stay with me, for now. Until Koushiro sorts this all out.” she hugged Mimi deeper, taking in her scent.
“Oh? And what’s so much better about him. I mean, he took advantage of you too didn’t he? That’s how you described it to me.”
“That’s, it’s,” Meiko felt her cheeks burn. “It’s not the same.”
“Why not.”
Meiko froze, bidding the words to die in her throat, but they came unwillingly. “Because he didn’t make it real. Not like that harlot, who forced me to see things I could never unsee, to take my friends. And not like Takeru, who pretended to be so gentle so tender, but was really just using me as replacement while he broke his girlfriend, then took me as a cheap toy after she was fixed. Who didn’t care what I wanted, just wanted another trophy on his wall.”
Her voice began to break as she let it out “They tricked me. At least with Koushiro it was obvious it meant nothing from the start, just a quick desperate fling. But they pretended to care about me, and then just took my body to satisfy themselves. Who cares what Meiko thinks anyway? They deserve to die. They’re probably laughing at me right now.”
“Oh honey.” Mimi said in an attempt to console her, “Just because Miyako slept with you doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you. She just can’t help herself some times. And everyone knows Takeru cared about you for ages. I don’t think it was fake, not to him.”
“Y-you’re siding with THEM?” she spat “A-after Everything?”
“I’m on no one’s side.” Mimi justified. “I just don’t want my friends to kill each other.” Despite the calming embrace Mimi attempted to enter, the older girl broke away in disgust.
She raised her arms outward, bent at a right angle, palms out. “It’s not right. I’ll prove it.” the incensed girl hissed, moving one hand down, and the other up. She dug deep and activated her power, karma would show just how wrong Mimi truly was.
Mimi recoiled slightly, and the pair sat there for half a minute, waiting for something to happen. The brunette looked left, then right, as Meiko’s confusion grew palpable.
“Are you done?” Mimi asked, “Because I’m not waiting any longer. I will save Miyako, alone if I have to.”
“You can’t.” Meiko said. “The die is cast. Only I can stop it now.”
“Well then.” Mimi said, turning back towards her. “I guess I’ll have to convince you.” she began to walk towards her senior, hips swaying. “Because Meiko, I know something you don’t. As much as you claim to hate Takeru and Miyako, you don’t. You’re incapable of true hate. No, you hate yourself for being used, for enjoying being used, for getting off on it. Even now, if Takeru were here, would you jump on his dick again? Knowing what you know now?”
“I-I, yes?” Meiko said eyes wide. “but that’s just. it’s not my fault. It’s only ‘cause-”
Meiko suddenly found herself face to face with the other girl, a pair of soft lips locked intimately with her own. “If you think someone close to you can’t make you feel good without hurting you. Well, I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
Meiko froze as hands began to explore her body. Within seconds one hand had made it under her shirt and bra, and began to circle her nipple, making Meiko shake with practiced ease. The raven haired girl bit her lip to prevent herself from making a sound as her junior began to tweak her nipple in that learned dangerous way.
Mimi’s other hand trailed south, popping open the button to the older girl’s trousers and slipping beneath both them and the panties underneath. There it stayed, rubbing and massaging the outer lips.
“Mmhm. You’re so wet.” Mimi’s voice was a sultry whisper as she spoke into Meiko’s ear. “Have you been hoping for this?” She did not give the other girl time to respond, instead leaning inward to lick and nibble the dark haired girl’s neck, making her shudder. At the same moment one finger slipped into Meiko’s most private treasure, exploring the wetness it discovered.
The occasional shudder of pleasure surfaced through Meiko’s façade. She could not deny how good the stimulation was, how the scent of Mimi’s shampoo tickling her nose increased her desire. So instead she opted to remain silent against the treacherous but addicting attentions.
Her whimpers betrayed her as Mimi removed the hand stimulating her sex. “Don’t worry.” the brunette reassured with a callous tease, “I’m not near done with you yet.”
Both hands free, Mimi grabbed the hem of Meiko’s jacket and pulled up, pausing slightly at chest level to capture the bra before continuing their initial trajectory. The end result left Meiko’s chest exposed, although her shirt still covered her shoulders and collar bone.
Mimi pounced on the freed tits. Moving her head down to lick and suck the bare flesh. Meiko didn’t stand a chance, her moans now came unbidden, filling the hallway as she felt her so-called mentor toy with her.
She switched form one flesh orb to the next, sucking at the teats as if her ministrations could suck out all the fear and anger in the girl, and leave her nothing but an ecstatic mess. Well, it was at least doing half of that, as Meiko felt her body heat up more and more.
The brunette switched from one breast to the next, then back again, with a spare hand massaging the free tit. Then, in the middle of one swap, Mimi stopped and placed her face directly between Meiko’s boobs, blowing raspberries and shaking her head back and forth. Meiko looked down in awe at the absurd gesture, and Mimi laughed. She actually laughed.
“Lighten up.” Mimi giggled as she continued her trek downwards. Meiko’s shock allowed the brunette to easily dig her fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling down until the offending garments found their way to the older girl’s ankles.
She didn’t even give Meiko a second to be embarrassed before she dug into the sopping cunt, tongue eagerly lapping away. Meiko was already so tense from the buildup, she could explode any second.
Which was exactly why Mimi pulled away.
“So Meimei, do you want it?” she asked with a smug look of self-satisfaction.
“Please.” Meiko all but begged.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” Mimi had one hand move to Meiko’s labia, trailing along the outside. “Maybe if you promise to help Miyako then I could.”
“No.” Meiko said instinctively. Mimi tweaked the girl’s needy clit before pulling away. Meiko whimpered, “I mean, I can’t. If I wanted too. The die has been cast.”
Mimi looked up at her inquiringly, then dove back in. Getting the girl off in a matter of seconds. Meiko bit her hand to hide the scream. Afterward she leaned back against the wall, fighting off shocks of her last orgasm.
Mimi gave her no reprieve. She stood up and grabbed the older girl’s hand pulling her forward, uncaring as the action forced Meiko to stumble and trip out of her bottoms.
“Where are we going?” Meiko asked, using her free hand to pull down her top, and pulling further to conceal what she could.
“To save Miyako, duh?” Mimi said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“But, I just said there’s nothing I can do.” Meiko reiterated.
“Then we do it the old fashioned way.” Mimi said, bursting through a door and into the scene in the hallway.
Iori had managed to get Miyako on her hands and knees, the tip of his bokken at her willing nether lips and pressing inward. The boy’s face showed only an evil glimmer, and Meiko felt herself flush with fear. If they tried to shove that entire sword up there, it would certainly do lasting harm. And Iori, poor innocent Iori, would have to bear the scar of permanently wounding his oldest friend. What kind of person was she, to have caused all this?
Thankfully Mimi was better prepared for shock in front of them. She vaulted forward, arm outstretched, and laid a massive slap upon the face of the poor startled Iori. He dropped the sword immediately, stumbling back.
“OK.” Mimi declared. “I know you aren’t the worst of it. But everyone in this room needs to have a talk.”
A loud banging sound echoed through the room, the next second it was followed by an emphatic “No!”
Koushiro turned towards the door. This was inconceivable, the only ones who should know about this place had already been vetted and should have no qualms about the current interrogation. And yet, confusingly, Hikari had located him. Perhaps more astounding was the nude state of the Yagami siblings.
Taichi took advantage of the genius’s shock to tackle him to the ground as Hikari moved toward her beloved. This was bad, under no circumstances were those two to meet until after he’d done damage control. Hikari was perhaps the most enabling factor in Takeru’s life right now, and decidedly a bad influence. If she appeared in this distressed state, then Takeru’s emotions might get the better of his logic and he might do something drastic.
And the older Yagami flipping on him was quite unexpected too, even if Hikari was his precious little sister, Hikari was still his precious little sister. There was no way he would feel comfortable leaving her in the clutches of a reality bending fuckboy even if it was Takeru.
Still, the facts were before him, and Koushiro never argued with the facts. He moved his right hand to his smart watch, pressing two buttons. It was always better to be safe than sorry, and within seconds his nanobots delivered neuro-suppressants directly to Taichi and Takeru’s brains, causing both of them to pass out.
It was technology he’d developed himself, with the help of his power, and perhaps a bit extreme. But on the other hand, the fate of the world may well be at stake.
Hikari’s first attentions were directed at Takeru, grabbing him and shaking the unconscious boy, attempting to rouse him. When she realized he would not wake up, her action became colored by concern and panic. It was a little heartbreaking for him to watch. After all, this was someone he’d known since she was eight.
On the other hand, she still didn’t seem to notice her brother was also afflicted, lying out cold on the ground. That tunnel vision was precisely one of the warning signs he was looking for.
“He’s fine,” Koushiro said, bring himself to his feet. “When he wakes up he’ll just feel well rested.”
“You mean you did this?” Hikari accused pointedly.
“A precaution. Nothing terrible, I just needed something in case Yamato got cold feet. I wasn’t expecting you though.” he said, plopping himself back in the desk chair, right in front of his computer. “Tell me, how did you get here? And why are you dressed like that?”
“Necessity.” she said through grit teeth. “I did what I had to, to save him.”
“Hikari, you know he wasn’t in any serious danger.”
“No, you were just going to repress his power, weren’t you? Without ever knowing what side effects that might have on him.”
“We went years without powers, nothing bad came of it.”
Hikari shook her head, and the slight action piqued Koushiro’s interest. Did she somehow know something he didn’t about how the powers worked? But that didn’t make sense, he was ninety-eight percent confident that Hikari had not gained her own power, despite her age.
“Who are you to make that decision?” she asked “Why should I trust his fate to you? You kidnaped him!”
It was a surprisingly hostile line of attack, given how quiet Hikari normally was. “Yes I kidnapped him, you know as well as I do his power works on line of sight. Short of everyone involved having godlike control of their desires, this was the only way he could be safely be brought in for questioning.”
“I can’t believe you. Do you even care?”
“If I didn’t care about him, there’s a good chance we wouldn’t be here. He’d have a bullet in his head, and that would be that.”
Somehow that phrase did nothing to reassure the girl.
“You monster!” she screeched “How could you say that about one of your friends?”
“It’s the logical solution, with how out of control he seemed.” Koushiro swiveled forward, eyes piercing his target. “But enough about me, how about you?”
“Me?! Why could you possibly want to talk about me?” she demanded
“It has merit.” Koushiro explained “When I left you were a subdued, asexual girl who’d not gone on a ‘real’ date and was unsure if you even wanted to. You really expect me to believe that Takeru did not change you at all? By all accounts, you are patient zero.”
“My sexuality is none of your business.”
“Right now, it is my business.” he replied. “If say, tomorrow Takeru held an orgy with every woman in Tokyo, how would that make you feel?”
“Fine.” Hot
“And you don’t see anything wrong with that? There are married women in Tokyo, there are lesbian and virgins. You don’t care how they would feel about it?”
“That’s” her eyes darted side to side. “Not fair, you were using hyperbole.”
“We both know I was not.” she bit the inside of her lip. Interesting.
“Well why does it matter?” she said, too honest. “They’ll all love it when they are done. It doesn’t matter if they think they want it now or not. Takeru should be an exception.”
“That’s the problem.” Koushiro said. “Takeru can’t be special. Not now. If Takeru thinks he can get away with anything, what’s to stop him from making himself emperor of the universe? Which, need I remind you, would be bad.”
“I know that!” she defended. “It doesn’t mean he can’t have some harmless fun.”
“I think we have differing definitions of ‘harmless’.”
“Irregardless,” she said, face picking up at his cringe. “Why is it so bad that Takeru wields all this power. Can you not change the world on a whim as well?”
His power only allowed himself to learn things. It was not reality bending at all. The fact that he absolutely had created a computer so powerful it could alter the flow of history was itself not a logical conclusion, but judging by her knowing smirk Hikari had accurately surmised it.
She was way too dangerous.
“I have some powers, but no more than average.” That was nearly true, he’d put in a lot of overheads preventing him from using CC1 for frivolities. “But this does not diminish my point. If Takeru can destroy the world in an instant, we need to make sure he will not.”
“And why would he do that?” she accused. “Unless someone was intentionally antagonizing him.”
“Do you know why Takeru got fired?”
Hikari’s eyes went wide at that, she didn’t even try to hide how obvious it was she knew. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”
“No, but your reaction, tells me all I need to know.” he said. “I honestly don’t think it’s all that big a deal. So what if he’s a bastard? There are worse fates out there, believe me.”
“That’s because you have the emotional comprehension of a fork. You can’t tell Takeru. Ever since he was six his greatest desire was to have his family back together. If he finds out he was the reason for the divorce then he might-” She raised one hand to her mouth to contain her retching.
“Might destroy the world?”
“No you dolt! He’ll kill himself!” she stopped in shock, as if saying the words made it all too real. silence hung between them as she attempted to swallow the horrid thought.
“And if that we’re to happen?”
“Shut up you sicko.” She clutched her head in repulsion, but Koushiro had already learned all he needed to. If it meant rescuing Takeru from the tragedy of his own existence, Hikari would hand the world over to him on a silver platter. There was no hesitation and, honestly, with a devastated Takeru, he might take it and shape the world into his plaything.
But this really wasn’t a hard fact to learn, for those who went digging. Takeru was born in 1991, Hiroaki Ishida was stationed overseas as a foreign correspondent from march 1990 to April 1991. At that time Natusko’s boss had been Miller, and it didn’t take long to put two and two together, despite how similar Yamato and Takeru looked. The divorce transcripts were public for god sake, and Hiroki mentioned ‘being unable to live with that stain on their marriage’ at least three times.
“I’m sorry Hikari.” he began to type a few buttons, and on the bed next to Takeru’s a machine whirled to life.
A single beeping, metallic arch sprung outward, steadily moving along the empty bed from head to foot, as if trying to scan an imaginary occupant. At the end of the bed it stopped, only to rapidly jump back to the top and repeat, this time a curtain of blue light shot out of the device, moving slowly yet steadily downward. In its wake the hologram left blond hair, then a pale forehead, next blue eyes and continued until a duplicate of Takeru’s head appeared.
Hikari’s cries of shock were not lost on him. In fact, the whole process still creeped Koushiro out, but it was also perhaps his single most stunning achievement. He looked over at the girl, still rooted at the spot in horror as his device filled out the torso and legs of her boyfriend.
“You cloned Takeru?” she asked. Not quite understanding the deep implications. He really had no reason to explain, but she was still his friend, and he wished to ease her distress.
“It’s not a clone exactly. More like a copy.” he informed. “It has no memories, no independent thoughts, at this point it’s more like a biological computer with the facsimile of a human. It’ll even degrade in twelve hours, there are only two things connecting that thing to Takeru: Its appearance, and its digital signature.”
He was immeasurably proud. He’d not gotten a good look at the original machine in Nanomon’s pyramid, only the concept. He knew from the outset it was not a straight clone, Nanomon would no more be able to control of clone of Sora than the real thing. Figuring out how to program the organic computers was difficult, even for him, but not impossible.
As he’d suspected, the copies were able to use their respective chosen’s crest powers; just as Nanomon had predicted they’d be able to use the respective crests. The mechanical Digimon had failed, but only in execution, the mechanics worked as designed.
Thus Koushiro knew it was possible, and searched restlessly until he completed the prototype, and even implemented it on a wide scale once. By combining a quantum computer with a Taichi’s crest power, he could overshoot the risk and receive a perfect success on even the largest scales, like say, preventing global thermonuclear war.
There was a reason he wasn’t allowed to use CC1 without severe authorization first. Thankfully no one else knew exactly how it worked.
Now with just a few keystrokes he could remove Hikari, and get back to figuring out what to do with Takeru. Maybe he ought to suppress Takeru’s power now, for safety’s sake. Hikari’s fear of him doing just that were concerning, but her motivation made her a less than trustworthy source.
After typing in his commands he looked toward the blond happy to have closed another case.
The voice was soft and cold, but certainly mirrored Takeru’s. What shocked the chosen of knowledge was the content: “Error.”
“What?” he asked out loud. “I know I typed it right.”
“Error.” the drone repeated.
“But, this doesn’t make any sense, I know my code is right.” Or was it? Did he have to change something for his code to be compatible for Takeru? It worked for both Taichi and Yamato, but Takeru had a D3, it might be different for him. He scanned the program quickly, studding it, looking for something he might have missed. But it was flawless, he knew it was flawless, it just wasn’t functional.
“It won’t work.”
“What do you mean? I can fix it; I just have to find the error.”
“It’s not in the code. It’s in you.” she explained “Takeru’s power works on other’s hopes, you can’t just dictate what to do. And you’ve always had trouble getting in touch with your emotions. Can you even truly tell me what your hopes are? If you can’t you won’t get anywhere.”
Of course he knew what his hopes were. He knew he wanted a safe world, where he could have a wife and kids, with maybe a raise. He wanted to make sure his code worked like it was supposed to, and be able to go home tonight not having to worry about the fabric or causation bending overnight.
Which was not pertinent to his planned resolution to the immediate situation.
He closed his eyes and brought the tips of his fingers together to relax, trying to find his inner center. Surly there had to be some way, if he concentrated on the here and now, that he could alter his own hopes.
He just had to think about what he needed. If Takeru’s power was suppressed. Yeah, that would do it, then everything would go perfectly.
With his eyes closed he didn’t notice Hikari’s smug smirk. She was confident in his inability to change his hopes. They could sit here all day, and nothing would change. Even better, if Ken, Miyako, or Daisuke came through that door they would side with her and even be able to use that imposter against Koushiro. Mimi too, would be able to at least talk Koushiro down. She guessed in reverse Jou, Iori, Yamato, or Sora might be detrimental to her cause, but she could deal with that when the time came.
Especially as she felt the true Takeru’s hand twitch in her own.
“Error.”
Ken was far too busy to even contemplate running up to aid Hikari. Who knew Jou could be this much fun?
“You little worm.” she mocked, digging her heal directly into his exposed ass cheek, “You could at least try to act dignified instead of lying there in a pool of your own disgusting cum. Or are you so pathetic that you are done already?”
At her words his body showed signs of life. One hand flailing to the side awkwardly, before Jou pulled himself back to his hands and knees, raising his ass skyward.
“That’s better.” Ken teased as she lined up the strap on, still wet with lube from the previous romp, back into his tight hole. She pushed the toy in deeper, and began to thrust her hips. Once they both got used to the pace she reached on hand around to encircle the boy’s erect cock.
“You’re so pitiful, getting off on a girl fucking your ass like this. You just love it, don’t you.” she stopped her hand. “Go on say it.”
“I love it when you fuck my ass.” Jou admitted, bending to her will.
Ken let out a cackle. “Yes, you pathetic worm. My only regret is for your unfortunate girlfriend. You really are such an evil thing, managing to trick her into staying with you. But how about we call her over, and then I can show her what a sad little man you are.”
A straggled noise made it up Jou’s throat but never formed into words as his groans got louder and his breathing picked up. Ken loved it, and continued to antagonize him. “But then, she probably won’t want you once I expose you for the imposter you are. Maybe I can throw her Takeru’s way? Then she can finally learn the pleasures of a true man. Of course she won’t want you anymore after that, but when you think of that isn’t it a plus?”
A second noise made it to Jou’s lips, and Ken slowed down to torture him as she whispered in his ear. “What’s that dearie? You’ll have to speak up so I can hear you over all the sounds of your failure.”
“I said.” he glanced back at her “No!”
His back suddenly snapped straight, having the side effect of catapulting Ken into a nearby wall, where she stayed, body breaking the drywall. The indent was enough to leave her suspended, a foot off the ground, and not sure what had just happened.
Jou was upon her in an instant, cock inside her pussy and thrusting hard. “I won’t let you touch her. You, Takeru or anyone else. Is that clear?”
“I-I?” How could anyone go from so submissive and masochistic one second, to so rebellious the next? She knew Jou had it bad for this girl, but really?
His arms dug into her shoulders, pushing her torso deeper into the wall and trapping her arms. “Is. That. Clear?” he repeated, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust.
“Yesss,” Ken managed to groan out as her body betrayed her.
“No!” a third voice called out. The next second someone was peeling the boy off of her. “I won’t let you hurt my Ken like that.”
Peeling herself off from the wall ken looked to her left to find Jou with Daisuke now holding him from behind, one hand wrapped around his cock and pumping gently. “Daisuke?” she asked, softly.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore Ken. I wasn’t able to stop you from turning evil last month, I won’t fail this time.” she cried. “Besides,” she gave Jou a sidewise glance, “Yamato finished way too quick. I need a new plaything.”
“I won’t go down easily” Jou boasted, one hand slipping behind him to fondle Daisuke’s cunt directly. “I won’t forgive anyone who tries to separate me and my darling.”
The gogglehead’s eyes opened wide, “Me neither, bring it!” she said, face set. Ken wasn’t sure if she should be flattered by the impromptu confession or if she should explain the misunderstanding to her obtuse best friend.
In the end she settled on a third option, joining Daisuke on her assault on Jou’s dick. She could use the help anyway, and as much faith as Ken held in that pathetic worm she called leader, Jou had been full of surprises so far.
So Daisuke was also unable to break the stalemate between Koushiro and Hikari.
Mimi was also an unlikely option to interfere, as much as she’d like to set Koushiro straight and deal with the mess Takeru had gotten himself into, she was also focused on the here and now. And right here there were three misguided fools who needed her help right now.
Miyako was also occupied at the current moment. Her head was buried in Mimi’s snatch teasing and pleasuring the frustrated girl. Due to Meiko’s curse Miyako was destined to self-destructive sex over the next few hours, but that didn’t mean she needed to do any lasting harm. Instead Mimi had the girl finger herself into oblivion as she licked pussy. If anything the brunette might be able to turn this into a much needed lesson for the chosen’s resident nymphomaniac. Believe it or not sometimes people had a line in the bedroom and Miyako needed to learn not to cross it.
In the worst case, she still got to enjoy some head for the next few hours, along with a show.
Did it count as a show if she was the director?
“Slower Iori. Grind it into her, every inch is a new experience, its own story. This isn’t one of your after-school quickie’s with a hormonal cheerleader. Make it tender, make it mean something.”
The boy grunted in acknowledgement before slowing his thrusts to a snail’s pace. Despite his recent experience, he still had a problem slowing himself down when a girl as pretty as Meiko got naked and spread her legs for him. Most of his recent partners were perfectly fine with his vigorous pace of bending them over, fucking their brains out, and leaving them leaking his cum.
This was different, but not necessarily a bad different. In fact, it had the potential to be a very good different. The slow build up was keeping him on edge and giving him stimulation he’d not thought possible. And, if his balls delivered their promise, he’d have one of the best orgasm’s of his life.
Meiko had already clenched down around him twice, and from the look on her face was working on number three. She raised one hand and intertwined her fingers in his, as he leaned his face down to hers.
“I’m close,” he warned, leaning in to kiss her nose.
“It’s okay.” she soothed “I want to feel it in me.”
Iori grunted in acknowledgement, filling the girl with his life essence as she contracted around him again. The next minute, he collapsed on the girl, painting heavily.
“That was-”
“-Amazing.”
“Hah. I knew it” Mimi declared triumphantly. “See Iori, you don’t have to listen to this cumdump,” she gently squeezed her thighs around the purple head, “or that fuckboy. Find your own pace, sex isn’t always about how many partners you can have in a week.”
She rounded on the older girl as best she could without actually moving an inch. “As for you Meimei. Are you now finally willing to admit that you liked it. No trickery. Iori can’t. I can’t. Miyako’s in no position to.”
The two blushed.
“We were having a moment.” Iori said, with attempted scorn.
“I know and it was adorable, but you two are so thick I needed to spell it out for you, now come on. You really need to try it spooning next.”
Needless to say, neither Iori nor Meiko gave a damn what Takeru and Koushiro were doing at that point, nor would they for many hours if Mimi got her way.
And it was increasingly difficult to tell Mimi ‘no’.
Sora was currently handcuffed to the radiator, thankful for the one hairpin that was currently jimmying the lock. She hadn’t too much experience freeing herself from detainment, but these were obviously made for sex, and Mimi had boastfully informed Sora sex-toy handcuffs could be broken easily with a hairpin.
Mimi had neglected to mention how.
She swore as the small tool flew from her hand after a particularly frustrated action. She took a step towards where the object landed, only to feel the cool metal dig into her wrist and pull her backward.
Typical of how her day was going: nothing could be simple. Instead she began to stretch out her leg, just barely able to touch the pin with the tip of her shoe, and pulled quickly trying to get back. The pin refused to budge, if anything moving farther away.
“Are you okay?”
Sora looked up at the voice, seeing the familiar blond head of her fiancé. Just fucking perfect. That was exactly what she needed right now, another awkward confrontation.
“Fine Yamato. I’m Fine.” His eyes darted to her confined wrist. “Just go away. I don’t want to talk with you right now.”
“Come on Sora. What’s wrong.”
His ears, apparently. Why couldn’t he understand she didn’t want to talk. To him. Specifically. “I don’t know, but how about we start with that little twat you were pounding a few minutes ago.” He recoiled from her words. “There are security cameras Yamato. I can’t believe you betrayed us for a little nookie.”
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.” he put his hands up defensibly. “She manipulated me, I didn’t stand a chance. I barely managed to get out of it by faking unconsciousness.”
“She manipulated you? How? By asking?” Sora spat, “We both know anyone trying to trick you already has both hands tied behind their back.”
“Hey I’m not the only one with powers, here.”
“Yeah right. Takeru already muted Daisuke’s powers. I won’t fall for that. And besides, you do know she was a guy yesterday, right?”
“No. I don’t actually.” he countered “All I know is what you tell me, and given how you left out what you and my brother were doing in that apartment of his, how do I know you aren’t lying to me right now.”
“Me, lying to you? You have some gall.”
“Admit it. We agreed to go monogamous with that ring, you think I haven’t gotten offers from Pornstars and diehard fans? But I ignored them for you. And what do I learn, you go behind my back, with my brother of all people? Is it just cause of his dick?”
“Of course it’s not because of his dick. And somehow your ‘monogamy’ always seems to exclude a certain brunet. You are acting crazy.”
“How am I supposed to act?” he shot “You and Koushiro keep telling me to trust you, but you’re not giving me any reason. He disappeared for a year, no contact, and you cheated on me with my brother. Who you are now telling me who can and can’t be trusted!”
“Well if you would listen to me for once you would realize those two thing are related.”
“Are they? Because last I checked you were still resistant to his power. It sounds to me like you want an excuse so you can point all the blame at Takeru.”
“And it sounds to me like you’re trying to absolve him of everything so you don’t have to face the reality your brother isn’t the same angel he was when he was eight.”
During their argument Yamato had made his way closer to Sora until they were face to face. It would have happened sooner, were she not restrained. Sora looked up at those dark blue eyes, filled with pain she had inflicted, and knew this would end the same way most of their fights did.
“Thirty-minute truce?”
“God Yes.” she leaned in and kissed him on the lips as his hands began working on her shirt. It was a total routine by this point, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling she was missing something important. “Hikari went in there.” she said, pointing to the doorway as lips began planting kisses down her neck. “Should we stop her? Help her?”
“I think.” Yamato growled “We focus on this first, and let the world sort out what it needs to do.”
And so Yamato was also unable to break the stale mate.
Hikari tried not to let herself smile too much as she felt a strong hand squeeze her own. She’d been sitting there for perhaps half an hour, squeezing intermittently, seeing if she could get a response.
Koushiro sat not five feet away, furiously scanning his computer screen. He’d given up meditating ten minutes ago - unsuccessfully - and was now trying to determine exactly how one went about ‘finding inner peace’ in a crash course five-minute session.
Which bought her time, and time was all she needed. So long as Koushiro thought he had the proper answer instead of looking for a different one. Keep putting that round peg into a square hole, and in the meantime she’d get Takeru to wake up.
A second squeeze registered on her palm, stronger than the first, and unbidden. She returned the gesture, reassuring her beloved to her presence. It was alright, everything was going to be fine now.
She raised her free hand to brush the hair off his forehead. He looked so tender, so peaceful, sleeping there. She hated that it wasn’t a natural sleep. From his forehead her hand trailed down to his cheek, and then to trace the outline of his chin. He groaned in response.
The clitter-clatter of keys ceased immediately, and Hikari did her best to nonchalantly check Koushiro. To her horror, he was looking directly at them, eyes questioning.
“Nanobots” he uttered turning back to his screen. He was focused now, far closer to a trance than any time he’d been trying to meditate. “Inconceivable. He should still be out. Even if one or two malfunctioned. But none of them are showing any malfunction.”
The boy glanced towards Taichi on the floor, who been afflicted with the same bots but was showing no signs of stirring. He glanced, back at his screen, then at Hikari. “Are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” she replied, a tad too innocently. He swore and began searching around the room.
“Did someone get the number on that truck.” Takeru groaned, bringing his free hand to his face. He then glanced around, “What’s going on? Why are you naked Hikari? Why is Taichi conked out pantless.” His mouth fell agape. “Why is there another me? Am I still dreaming?”
“Ignore that.” Koushiro deadpanned, tying rapidly on his watch. Trying desperately to find a solution to the problem he’d made for himself.
“Don’t ignore that!” Hikari cried. “Somethings gone really weird with Koushiro. He made a clone of you, I think he’s trying to replace you.” It wasn’t the full truth, but hopefully it would work.
Takeru turned toward his beloved, eyes wide, then his face turned into a scowl. “When you’re hoping I don’t realize it’s a lie, I’m going to Honey.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.” she said desperately. “But please, we need to get away. He’s trying to change you and I don’t know what to do.” She stared at him with tears of desperation forming in her eyes. His resolution wavered.
The floor bust open.
Jou Kido popped through the newly made hole, stumbling as he landed, but placing one hand on a nearby hospital bed to catch himself. “Let’s go, Koushiro.” he declared, sticking one arm out sideways to grasp an invisible cross. In the process he dropped his phone, revealing the SOS message Koushiro had sent him.
“You know what you need to do.” the genius replied, typing furiously. Hikari looked on in dread as the fake Takeru, who remained unmoved throughout the ridiculous scene, turned his head towards the blue haired boy and set his gaze on the space above his head.
She turned towards her beloved, still in shock. “Please, I don’t care what happens, I’ll tell you everything, we just need to stop this right now!”
The blond didn’t even get his eyes back to her before the entire world went white.

This chapter and the next one required a few changes due to Tri. ending. Technically one of my older ones does too, but I’m too lazy to go back and change it. If all goes well I’ll have the finale on Odaiba day, and a few epilogue blurbs to go up the week following.
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