Ken and Kouji are rival/competing gods. They choose Daisuke and Takuya as their respective champions. Shenanigans ensue.
Example: Ken gives Daisuke unfailing sense of direction. Kouji proceeds to lock every map needed for the challenge behind a riddle.
Also ten bucks Kouji tells Takuya to burn down Ken's favorite shrine "because his face will be hilarious."
I love asshole gods and asshole champions okay.
Ken's an insufferable god of strategic warfare and conquest. Kouji is one of the twins who governs life and death/the path to the underworld.
It's gonna take me some time to get this up, but I wanted to at least share the idea. And I will be putting it up. Along with a little something else that I've been working on for the Kouji to my Ken, once I get an AO3... I get the invite code last day of digiotpweek haha.
It's been awhile since I did something without romance for these two but this was fun to plan!! Thanks so much to DigiOTPweek for organizing this--my Kouji won't have the time to participate with me, but it got me writing fic and I'm happy about it!
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((Wedding rings for college au in the future! Left is Ken’s, right is Kouji’s. Black diamond for Ken, blue topaz for Kouji, and palladium for the metal. The blue topaz is on top for Ken’s and the black diamond is on top for Kouji’s to symbolize them putting the other before themself.
Ken had no fucking idea where to find rings, so Hikari and Izumi took him shopping. He kept rejecting everything he saw them point out until he saw this design, which was in gold and had white diamonds. He basically bullied the jeweler into getting him custom ones.))
He was taking a weekend for himself. Well, himself with the aid of Wormmon. The point was, Kouji wasn’t around.
And like any egotistical twenty-seven-year-old professor, he was performing maintenance on his holdings in the Digital World. There were always places where his control had grown weak nowadays, usually the result of his continued absence.
Having something else worthwhile in your life would do that. Not that it was any less annoying.
So he was expecting a few spots that would need retaking; he wasn’t expecting a deep swath in the middle of his territory to be completely wiped of his influence.
“What the fuck,” he muttered to himself, sweeping to his feet and stalking out of the control room. “Wormmon!” he called.
“What is it, Ken?”
“We have some maintenance to take care of.”
“Oh?”
“Someone’s decided it would be fun to defy me. Someone strong. You know what that means.”
Wormmon knew. It meant GrandisKuwagamon. He still didn’t like it. “Are you sure I have to--”
“Yes.”
His antennas drooped. “Okay...”
Within the hour, Ken and his Mega-leveled partner were standing in front of a castle, right in the middle of the rebellious sector. The doors swung open as they approached, as if expecting them. Ken clenched his teeth. How dare someone presume to build a castle in his territory.
Whoever it was had dared to invade his space. Even if the open doors were technically an invitation, he felt like returning the favor. So he stalked in, ignoring the boom as the doors shut behind them.
An angelic digimon descended the center staircase. “Welcome, Ichijouji Ken. GrandisKuwagamon. I am Ophanimon. We have much to discuss.”
“Grandis.” The tone was enough to tell the partner digimon it was time to attack. He lunged, claws extended, prepared to tear Ophanimon to ribbons. She dodged and parried with ease.
“I would prefer if we discussed matters,” she said calmly.
“You want to talk? Fine. Let’s talk. Here’s what I have to say: get out of my territory and don’t come back.”
She shook her head, her expression both gentle and stern. “I cannot do so. Primarily because this territory does not to belong to you. The Digital World belongs to no single soul, Ken. You have been in a relationship with one of my Warriors for some time now, correct? Hasn’t Kouji taught you this?”
“My relationship with Kouji is none of your damned business.” Ken could feel the anger wash over him like a tide, burning hot before cooling into dangerous, calculating, murderous intent. “But fine,” he continued. “I’ll cut back. Is that what you want to hear? I’ll let you keep this area.”
“I do not want you to cut back. I want you to stop. Have you learned nothing in all your years? Consider what you’re doing. You are harming innocents every day. Doesn’t that weigh heavy on your conscience?”
No. “Yes,” he said, in his best I admit defeat tone. Maybe? Oh, who cared?
“You can change, Ken. For the better. You did it once before, did you not?”
Don’t remind me. Yes, he’d fought with the sniveling pack of brats once. He had been vulnerable then. He would not be vulnerable now. The creatures were real, he knew this now. That didn’t mean he owed them anything. “Of course,” he said, complete with a heavy sigh of grief.
He had been fiddling with something in his pocket since Ophanimon had mentioned Kouji. It finally came to fruition when one of his controlled digimon busted through the back walls, roaring and causing chaos. Ophanimon turned around, and as she did so, Ken silently made a signal to GrandisKuwagamon. The motion was clear: strike her, and make it lethal.
Without hesitation, he obliged. His bladed claws tore through her abdomen from behind, wrenching through armor as if it were paper. She screamed, a horrible, anguished sound of a blessed creature dying. It even made Ken flinch.
As Grandis ripped out his claws and stepped back, she toppled to her knees, head jerking sideways as she tried to turn around and look at her murderer. She dissolved into data before her gaze reached Ken’s.
“Bye,” he whispered snidely. Within seconds of her disappearance, the ethereal castle began to crumble around them, shards of tinkling glass crashing down from the ceiling. “Grandis, get us out of here,” Ken commanded. His partner obliged yet again, scooping him up and flying out one of the crumbling windows.
Safely back at base, Wormmon asleep in his arms, he allowed himself a smirk. That was one problem taken care of--a powerful one, and quite simply. The easy victories were almost no fun. But it was time to go home for the day. Maybe he’d stop by Kouji’s later.
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The next semester had begun, and Ken was asked to teach the beginning German class again. This time, it was large enough to require a TA, and who better for the job than Kouji?
It was the second week of class, and the first assignment was due at the start of the session. At the end, however, as everyone was filing out, a lone student came to the front.
“Um, excuse me, Professor, I came in late and didn’t want to interrupt to give you my homework--”
“What did I say the policy was?”
“On time only, but--”
“Yes. And this is late. Minamoto, you took this class; care to tell him where he can put his assignment?”
The answer was, of course, in the trash can; said trash can had moved positions since last semester, but the garbage was where the assignment was going, regardless of location.
Judas Cradle: Would your muse rather suffer physically, or be humiliated?This is…a difficult choice. He hates being humiliated, but now that he’s actually suffered true physical pain? He doesn’t want to have to suffer that again. And suffering physically comes with humiliation itself, so he’d probably pick straight humiliation.Heretic’s Fork: Is there something your muse will never confess to?He doesn’t think there’s anything that needs confessing in the traditional sense. He does what he does, not much else to it. But…he doesn’t want to admit how much certain things effect him. Like Wormmon, or his torture. He wants to play the stoic.Iron Chair: How easily does your muse cave to pressure?He’d cave to physical pressure very easily. Or if Wormmon was somehow in danger. Apart from that, not very.Brazen Bull: Has your muse ever been ‘hoist by their own petard?’HA. Yes. His intention to harm Takato backfired spectacularly. Pear of Anguish: In what ways is your muse sexually deviant, if at all?He doesn’t care for sex.Scold’s Bridle: Is your muse a gossip? Do they nag? Lie? Slander?He’s got a vicious tongue if you set his temper off, but none of those things apply to him too much. Maybe the lying, he’s done a good deal of that.Catherine Wheel: How much pain can your muse withstand?Nowadays? Like, none. He refuses to suffer again. Mancudera: What is the most physical pain your muse has felt?When Takato decided to play with his hands/fingers/fingernails.Exposure: Would your muse rather freeze to death, or burn?Freeze. He’s felt a flame against his skin before and doesn’t want to again.Crocodile Shears: Your muse must lose a body part. Which?Answered.Cat’s Paw: What is your muse’s reaction to gore?Answered.Garrote: Your muse must kill someone. How do they do it?He likes to try and toy with victims but they usually end up doing something that pisses him off, making him fly into a rage and kill them without really thinking things out.Saws: Would your muse rather die quick and painfully, or slow and painlessly?Slow and painless. Again, he absolutely refuses to suffer more pain after what he’s been through.
