Title: Hackers 2/?
Author: Yami no Kaiba
Series: Digimon Zero Two
Rating: PG-13 (Rating is subject to change.)
Pairing(s): It will have Ken and Daisuke paired together in some form, and Kaiken!
Disclaimer: *Holds up a sign in katakana that reads 'I don't own Digimon' in English.

Summary: A Cyberpunk AU. A government agency is trying to track down and neutralize a new threat to the world's supposed democracy. A small group of elite hackers have popped up in the last year, and now the best trained is out to take this agency down for the murder of his brother, a fellow elite hacker... But is all as it seems?

Warnings: Shounen-ai, possible yaoi (if I ever get that far...). Don't know what those words mean, take a hike. You'll be screwed in this chapter if you don't.

Translation Notes: The User Names are all Japanese, except the Kaizer's.
User Name--------->User Name's Meaning---->Real Name
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Kaji------------------>Destructive Fire----------->Daisuke
KageNoHikai------>Shadow's Destruction----->Hikari
Tasunaki------------>Tornado-------------------->Miyako
Tsunami------------->Tidal Wave---------------->Iori
KibouNoTenshi---->Angel of Hope------------>Takeru
Kaizer (German)--->Emperor------------------->Ken
Shinsetsu------------>Kindness------------------>Ken

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A feeling of falling from a great height flared through his being as Ken's consciousness was downloaded to his guardians' mainframe. Mouth set, he waited for the feeling of free-fall to pass before opening his eyes to the towered structures that represented the 3-d environment of the digital world.

*User Shinsetsu online.*

*User Kaizer online.*

Spiky blue, two-toned hair shot out in a messy heap as he bit his lip, glancing around with his blue-indigo eyes. He shifted slightly in the black vinyl pants as he worried at the hem of his dark blue long sleeved silk shirt with black under tones. "Kaizer?"

"Hey, Shin-chan. Are you all right?" Black finger-less leather wrist gloved hands slipped around his waist, pulling Ken back against a black fishnet clothed shirt with the same color tank top under it. Laced up on the side black hip hugging leather pants met his gaze when Ken turned around, before looking up into eyes slightly different from his own behind purple tinted glass set in sleek black angled metal frames. Smaller pupils with more of a violent tint to them naturally. The same whirlwind hit hair style and color framed a face that was nearly identical to his own, except for the confidence that spoke in the expression and body language.

"I'm fine, really." Smirking, the Kaizer tilted Ken's head back slightly and placed a small kiss over his lips with half lidded eyes.

Pressing in, Ken moaned as he brought his arms up to wrap around the Kaizer's neck. One hand settled on his hip before the slightly taller of the two broke off the contact, stepping back but letting the hand linger before pulling it away in a light caress. "We have business to attend to first, Ken-chan."

Nodding, Ken allowed himself to be lead to the gaming section of the web, following the tail end of the black duster the Kaizer wore. The arced metal chains attached to the Kaizer's thick black leather belt rattled and clinked. The belt gathered the material of his cotton duster that was made out of a light fabric so that it flowed more easily around his slim frame. Black pointed soft leather boots much like Ken's own left not a sound in the silent vaulted mainframe as they walked.

Accessing one of the jump points from the mainframe, it was but a few nanoseconds before the two were surrounded by the sprites of partially wired people, and the street lined with execute doors for the games and role playing rooms of the blocked memory buildings. Ken reached up and pulled similarly designed glasses as the Kaizer's with blue tinted glass down over his eyes.

Dodging a phasing area that represented a bad memory sector, Ken and the Kaizer immersed themselves into the crowd, nodding once to each other before splitting off, the Kaizer towards some of the more frequented rooms well Ken darted off in the opposite direction. The specially encrypted personal chat program the two had created together months before kicked in once the distance parameter had been met.

[Say, Ken-chan, when do you think these old fart's will either start wearing better clothes or log off permanently?]

Ken giggled slightly as he paused, looking over the crowd, ranging from modern clothed to fantasy armored sprites. [Well... If you're really in a hurry you could always change it for them.]

Amusement carried across the link. [That would be most refreshing! Though, do I really want to see some fat lard wearing skin tight leather pants?] An image taken from the Kaizer's personal thoughts flashed across Ken's mind.

[Ick! On second thought, maybe you should be more selective!]

[To true.] A quick change in the Kaizer's emotions hinted to Ken that the other had turned serious. [But back to business, ne? I've got a target set up for the next game, are you at the terminal?]

Wincing outwardly, Ken focused off the conversation long enough to continue his approach to the target point. [Ah, sorry, the conversation sidetracked me again...]

Slight amusement was hidden under exasperation. [Just tell me when you get there, and I'll provide the distraction. You know how pissed Oikawa's gonna be if we mess this up.]

[Mr. Oikawa, Kai. You know how much he hates it when we don't show him respect.] Glancing up at the blaring signs promoting the different games and rooms, Ken darted into the execute door he had been told about by his guardian earlier.

*User Shinsetsu has entered Fantasy Online's server.*

Impatient, Ken whistled a small tune as he passed through the small disruption caused by jumping programs and into the main lobby, walking up to the reception desk of the small light blue room lined with more execute doors.

[I'm in,] Ken sent as he sized up the sprite in front of him. A female with blond hair drooping with banana curls, dressed up in a chain linked bikini, metal armbands, and a beaded crystal belt that hung low and slanted on the hips, weighed down by the long sword sheathed at her side.

"Welcome to Fantasy Online, Shinsetsu. What character type and adventure would you like to select today?" The lady smiled jerkily, indicating a slow connection to Ken.

Nodding, Ken pretended to think it over even though he already knew what he was going to say. "Human Archer, I think. With the wooing romance at the Pool of Reflection."

[Nicely picked, Ken-chan! Are you trying to tell me something?] The teasing voice flittered over the link.

A blush filtered onto his skin, causing the employee to give a giggle. [Get to work, Kai!]

Light hearted laughter and a stronger flare of amusement met Ken's embarrassed command. [Touchy, Ken-chan! Just don't forget-]

[Yeah, yeah, make it look like a PW job. I know what I'm doing, mother.]

[Alrighty, spoil sport. Starting the games now. Have fun, I know I will!]

[Feh... Don't know why I'm trying, but don't hurt them to much, please?]

A vindictive pleasure flowed through the link. [Forget it, Ken-chan. I need to vent, and until we find the DIT's personnel and password files it's better I do it here then in the real world, where I could get you into some real trouble.]

"Password to change sprite clothes, sir?" The blonde's voice brought Ken back from the IM.

"No, I'll keep the clothes I'm wearing, thanks. For security purposes, of course." Ken couldn't help a small mental snicker from that line. Security? When he was done, this place would have a lower rating, that was for sure.

The smile on the girls face flickered slightly, apparently an imaging program fighting over the PW's emotional state. Ken deduced the receptionist was not as happy as she appeared. "As you wish. The green door will take you to the program you wish, Shinsetsu. That will be sixty credits."

"Charge it to account number 34290428, where's your sign-pad? Ah, thank you." Taking the writing stick that was connected to the signature pad he wrote out his screen name, slipping momentarily into the second sight offered by being wired and with his other hand hidden between himself and the counter, twisted the code familiarly and easily, mentally noting that he had to hack a new account soon.

After a few seconds, the blonde nodded, her banana curls bouncing with her ample bosom. "All is certified, Shinsetsu. Please go through the green door, and come back to fill out a customer survey before you leave! Have a nice day and thank you for choosing Fantasy Online!"

As Ken passed through the indicated door, smiling slightly as he was supposed to, he couldn't help a nervous tug at the hem of his shirt. He just... had a feeling that something about today wasn't going to go well for him and the Kaizer.

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A whoop of joy from the partially closed doors caused heads to turn on the floor of the Department of Illegal Tampering's fresh cases. Blonde hair was blown haphazardly out of stunning blue eyes that watched inside the small office as a burgundy haired dark skinned boy jumped about, pumping his hand in the air, laughing.

"We got him, Yamatto! Koushiro says someone's just accessed the fake account he's been using recently. One of us just has to get cleared and we can rack up another PW case finished, and get another bonus! God, I love this job!"

A faint flicker of a smile passed over the blonde's face before he looked briefly at the e-mail Koushiro had sent. An eyebrow rose skeptically. "Calm down, Taichi. What's this guy doing at Fantasy Online?"

"Playing a game? Who cares! We got the slippery little devil now!"

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Intense violet eyes stared out from behind purple tinted lenses, a malevolent smirk slowly crept over the boy's countenance, making the tall slim child look sexy as his eyes locked on a bushy head of spiky red hair, adorned oddly enough with goggles. The Kaizer swiped his tongue out, quickly wetting his dry lips.

It was time to play.

-- To be Continued.