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Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,503
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Dream and the Nightmare
ZOMG!!! I’ve totally forgotten about this fic. I am SOOOO SORRY! I am so bad.....and yes, part of this chapter takes place in a dream. Some limey goodness.
Chapter 7: The Dream and The Nightmare
It had been a rough week.
Well, it had been a rough life...but that was another thing entirely.
Skight’s eyes had been swollen for days, her cheeks stained and blotchy. He promised her the world, only to get himself deleted. It was just like him. She slept through the days, the nights, and barely ate. Her father noticed her behavior, but ignored it completely. Only after much coaxing from her mother did she finally go out.
And where else to go but under the old tree?
It was dusk by the time she had gotten the courage to leave. Shoving one arm after the other into a flannel jacket she hopped in the car. There wasn’t much traffic tonight, which she was extremely grateful for: she was weaving around the road like a drunkard. Too many days of sleep and little food had deprived her of the coordination driving needed. Nonetheless she made it to the dirt road just fine.
Turning down and through the path she finally stopped when she saw the weeping willow. Stars dotted the sky here and there but were mostly covered by dark clouds. The moon was no where to be seen, and Skight assumed that it was a new moon.
Parting the branches as she always did, she walked up to the thick trunk, hopping between muddy puddles here and there. It had probably rained hard during the last week, but she couldn’t recall it. Skight leaned against the gnarled tree for support so she could catch her breath.
‘Gods’, she thought, ‘not only can I not remember if it rained or not, but I’m out of shape too.’
Sitting down, not caring if the moist ground ruined her jeans or not, she closed her eyes.
It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.
Still in the Real World, West Shinjuku
The funeral was a nice one. The coffin was elegant. The eulogy, tasteful. The sadness was tangible in the air. Janyu stood off to the side, while his wife and their children huddled together. The tamers grouped by the coffin, and the old Juggernaut team stood a little ways away. Henry looked peaceful, finally. But in this last picture of mourning and tranquility lay a very dark truth.
Henry’s family told everyone that Henry had died by a brain aneurysm and it had been painless. They said he had gone to bed after dinner, and that in the morning they found him dead.
They had indeed found him dead in the morning. But the cause of his death was a lie.
Henry had come home from school. He was always smiling, but it never touched his eyes. His family was going out to eat, but he chose to stay home. He cleaned the house, made some dinner, washed the dishes and laundry, and finished his homework.
At 8 o’clock sharp, he went to the bathroom. He filled the tub up with warm water, only halfway. He undressed, and stepped into the tub, taking great care not to get the floor wet. Looking around the bathroom, at the blue wallpaper, green shower curtains, and plush carpet, he grabbed his father’s razor.
And he then made two deep cuts in each arm, letting them fall to his sides so the blood could run freely.
In minutes, he was dead. In hours, his sister Suzie came in and screamed.
Henry was dead, and wasn’t coming back. Suzie had nightmares. His mother was divorcing his father. And Terriermon was beginning to feel their ties sever.
Still in the real world, Somewhere in the United States
Skight knew she was asleep.
She could feel soft lips against her neck. Someone’s fingers were tracing lazy circles on the small of her back. The lips parted and a gentle bite grazed her collarbone. She arched against this person, this lover.
He growled, satisfied with her reaction. Skight felt her heart race; only one man could make her feel this way. She pulled back, but her phantom pushed in for a kiss. It was needy, passionate, and hot. She parted her lips the slightest bit, and he immediately pushed inward. She gasped for air, and as she did she saw this figure. He was much taller, dark, and he had delicious green eyes. She smiled because she knew it was him, it was Panyjamon. But there was another eye, above the two. His hair was silver, and his claws were gloved. This was not her Panyjamon.
‘Yes it is, I can feel him in this man’ she said/thought incoherently as he ran his tongue down her cheekbone to her collarbone once again.
‘You should’ he said/thought, ‘he told me to take him, to take his data’. She pushed away, scared suddenly. She looked at him, the one who killed her love.
‘NO’ she said/thought. ‘He’s not gone, he’s not gone, he’s-
“NOT GONE!” she screamed, and realized that she had finally awoken. Her pants were muddy, her hair mussed and tears were streaming once again. She felt an odd wetness between her thighs, and she felt herself in the killer’s arms again. She sobbed harder.
Panyjamon was dead, and all she could do was dream of his killer.
and there! Horray!!! it’s short, but it’s an update. Things have been hectic lately...and I’m a senior now!!! so I’ll try to keep this one going
Chapter 7: The Dream and The Nightmare
It had been a rough week.
Well, it had been a rough life...but that was another thing entirely.
Skight’s eyes had been swollen for days, her cheeks stained and blotchy. He promised her the world, only to get himself deleted. It was just like him. She slept through the days, the nights, and barely ate. Her father noticed her behavior, but ignored it completely. Only after much coaxing from her mother did she finally go out.
And where else to go but under the old tree?
It was dusk by the time she had gotten the courage to leave. Shoving one arm after the other into a flannel jacket she hopped in the car. There wasn’t much traffic tonight, which she was extremely grateful for: she was weaving around the road like a drunkard. Too many days of sleep and little food had deprived her of the coordination driving needed. Nonetheless she made it to the dirt road just fine.
Turning down and through the path she finally stopped when she saw the weeping willow. Stars dotted the sky here and there but were mostly covered by dark clouds. The moon was no where to be seen, and Skight assumed that it was a new moon.
Parting the branches as she always did, she walked up to the thick trunk, hopping between muddy puddles here and there. It had probably rained hard during the last week, but she couldn’t recall it. Skight leaned against the gnarled tree for support so she could catch her breath.
‘Gods’, she thought, ‘not only can I not remember if it rained or not, but I’m out of shape too.’
Sitting down, not caring if the moist ground ruined her jeans or not, she closed her eyes.
It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.
Still in the Real World, West Shinjuku
The funeral was a nice one. The coffin was elegant. The eulogy, tasteful. The sadness was tangible in the air. Janyu stood off to the side, while his wife and their children huddled together. The tamers grouped by the coffin, and the old Juggernaut team stood a little ways away. Henry looked peaceful, finally. But in this last picture of mourning and tranquility lay a very dark truth.
Henry’s family told everyone that Henry had died by a brain aneurysm and it had been painless. They said he had gone to bed after dinner, and that in the morning they found him dead.
They had indeed found him dead in the morning. But the cause of his death was a lie.
Henry had come home from school. He was always smiling, but it never touched his eyes. His family was going out to eat, but he chose to stay home. He cleaned the house, made some dinner, washed the dishes and laundry, and finished his homework.
At 8 o’clock sharp, he went to the bathroom. He filled the tub up with warm water, only halfway. He undressed, and stepped into the tub, taking great care not to get the floor wet. Looking around the bathroom, at the blue wallpaper, green shower curtains, and plush carpet, he grabbed his father’s razor.
And he then made two deep cuts in each arm, letting them fall to his sides so the blood could run freely.
In minutes, he was dead. In hours, his sister Suzie came in and screamed.
Henry was dead, and wasn’t coming back. Suzie had nightmares. His mother was divorcing his father. And Terriermon was beginning to feel their ties sever.
Still in the real world, Somewhere in the United States
Skight knew she was asleep.
She could feel soft lips against her neck. Someone’s fingers were tracing lazy circles on the small of her back. The lips parted and a gentle bite grazed her collarbone. She arched against this person, this lover.
He growled, satisfied with her reaction. Skight felt her heart race; only one man could make her feel this way. She pulled back, but her phantom pushed in for a kiss. It was needy, passionate, and hot. She parted her lips the slightest bit, and he immediately pushed inward. She gasped for air, and as she did she saw this figure. He was much taller, dark, and he had delicious green eyes. She smiled because she knew it was him, it was Panyjamon. But there was another eye, above the two. His hair was silver, and his claws were gloved. This was not her Panyjamon.
‘Yes it is, I can feel him in this man’ she said/thought incoherently as he ran his tongue down her cheekbone to her collarbone once again.
‘You should’ he said/thought, ‘he told me to take him, to take his data’. She pushed away, scared suddenly. She looked at him, the one who killed her love.
‘NO’ she said/thought. ‘He’s not gone, he’s not gone, he’s-
“NOT GONE!” she screamed, and realized that she had finally awoken. Her pants were muddy, her hair mussed and tears were streaming once again. She felt an odd wetness between her thighs, and she felt herself in the killer’s arms again. She sobbed harder.
Panyjamon was dead, and all she could do was dream of his killer.
and there! Horray!!! it’s short, but it’s an update. Things have been hectic lately...and I’m a senior now!!! so I’ll try to keep this one going