Warning: This is a Yaoi/Yuri story. In other words, this has boyxboy love. I don’t care what you think about such things, I do ask that if you don’t like it, don’t read it. DUH!! Don’t send flames, I will delete them immedeatly. This story is not centered around Taichi and Yamato as much as my last one. This is part of a series, if you read the other parts you may understand this one a little better. Thanks.
This story is supposed to come after Digital Reunion. Some parts in this story will only make sense if you have read Digital Reuion. If you have read Digital Reuion, I hope you have also read Never Leave Me (the one before). If you haven’t, well, that’s your problem and you can try to figure out what is happening. I am using the Japanese names for the humans.
Ages:
Taito:13
Yamachi:9
Yamato:50
Taichi:50
Ken:47 ~ Miyako:48 ~ Daisuke:47 ~ Wallace:47 ~ Hikari:47 ~ Takeru:47 ~ Koushiro:49 ~ Mimi:49 ~ Iori:44 ~ Mara:48 ~ Sora:50 ~ Jou:51 ~ Micheal:49
Osamu:12 ~ Lesa:13 ~ Taro:12 ~ Kara:12 ~ Donald:12 ~ Brian:11 ~ Clifford:12 ~ Jen:12
DISCLAIMER: (I hate this >_<) Okay, Yamachi, Taito, most of their friends, the Digimon of most of their friends (except for Candlemon & his evolutions), Mara, the evolutions of the Mysterious Five (not their rookie forms mind you, I found those on the D-terminal toy), & Doommon and his forms are all mine. The Digidestineds’ kids crests were my idea, but I won’t take the crests (‘cause I got the ideas for a few of them from other sites ^_~). The poem, Losing Time is mine. Don’t steal it!
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A Day In The DigiWorld
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Losing Time
Go flying through two worlds,
Up and down the mountain,
Let her go.
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“Boys, time to go!”
“O.K., Yamato! We’re coming!” I yelled back at my father. My brother and I walked to the front of our house and put on our shoes, then followed owr two fathers out the door.
“Picnic! Picnic! Taito, we’re going on the picnic!” Yamachi (my little brother) said, dancing around us.
I sighed at my little brother. “I know Yamachi. It’s the same place we go every year. Would you quit dancing around us, you’re giving me a headache.”
“Taito gots a heads ache! Taito gots a heads ache!” Yamachi sang, dancing in my face.
“Back off kooky head! Leave me alone!” I yelled at him. I immeadeatly regreted it though. He looked soooo sad. I should know better.
When we got there, he was cheerful again. Ignoring me, like always. So, I went over to join the older Digidestined kids. We had made our own little group. There was me, Osamu (one of Ken and Miyako’s three), Lesa (Ken and Miyako’s eldest), Taro (Daisuke and Wallace’s son), Kara (Hikari and Takeru’s daughter), Donald, a.k.a. Don (Koushiro and Mimi’s son), and Brian (Iori and Mara’s son
“Hello, Taito. How are you today? Ready to go to the DigiWorld?” Lesa asked. She’s really pretty. I like her, a lot.
“I’m fine. I’m ready to go to the DigiWorld. How are you all?” I replied.
“We’re all fine, and I want to go to the DigiWorld!” Taro said, loudly. He considers himself the leader of our group. He is quite wrong though. We rarely ever listen to him.
“Well then, come on!” Kara said, and dragged him over to the computer. We all followed, and went in together.
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“Snowagumon! I missed you!” I cryed out to my Digimon friend and hugged him.
“Katmon!” Kara cryed out to her own Digimon.
“Hey, Lizmon!” Taro hugged his pal close.
“Linkmon! I’m back!” Lesa called out.
“Hello, Techmon!” Don called to his friend.
“Jockmon! Hey, Jockmon, come here!” Brian called to his Digimon.
Candlemon and Osamu just hugged.
We were allowed to do what we wanted in the DigiWorld. Our parents did not care, for they know that we will be safe.
Our younger siblings, that can walk, come in and run to their own Digimon. We decide to leave them to their own devices and head out into the wooded area.
We get to the bottom of a nearby mountain, and climb it. When we get to the top, we sit down to watch around us. I see our younger siblings and watch them play near the woods.
We all look to the desert when a scream drifts over from that direction. There is a big black thing in the middle of the desert that should not be there.
*What in the hell* “Come on!” I yell. “Let’s go see what that was about!”
“Good idea. Glad I thought of it.” Taro comments as we start running towards the desert. I role my eyes at him. He is way too much like his father, Daisuke, for me to handle 24/7. I feel bad for Wallace.
As we get closer, I see what the big black thing is. It’s a large palace. A boy, roughly our age, stands outside it in a military uniform with dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. At his side is a young woman, who Taro is going gaa-gaa over, and it looks like she has been beaten. I feel bad for her. I frown.
“Who are you?!” Osamu asks angerly.
“I’m General. Who are you?”the boy replies.
“I’m Taro. I’m the leader of this group. We don’t answer bakas.” Taro said, before any of us could shut him up.
“Shut up, Taro.” Kara growled.
“And who are you, pretty lady?” General asked, mockingly.
“None of your bussiness asshole!” Kara shot back angerly.
“Watch your mouth, little missy, or else!” Ouch, Kara must have touched a nerve. But so did General, so I guess they’re even.
“Or else what? Too stupid to come up with something.” Kara grinned. So did General, which cannot be a good thing.
“Oh no. You see, I know exactly what I would do with you, little miss priss.” The girl on the ground stared at us in fright. Apparently she knew what he had in mind, and did not like it. I plan on trusting her jugdement. I stepped forward and put a hand over Kara the hothead’s mouth. Then pulled her back to the back of the group and left her with Lesa. Then, I went back up to the front of the group.
Brian was, like always, arguing with Taro. Those two argue as often as Daisuke and Takeru. Osamu and I looked at the two fighting, then at each other, and decided to take this into our own hands. We walked over to the girl and General. The girl stared at us, as if only we could set her free. And you know, that’s all I wanted to do at that very moment, just set her free, and touch her, and make love to her, and... *STOP THINKING THAT WAY TAITO!!!* (I really don’t like yelling at myself, but that was nessary.)
“Mind letting the girl go, I doubt that she did anything to annoy you before you brought her here and treated her like that. Also, I doubt that she was afraid of you then, like she is now.”I said, while still trying to keep my raging hormones under control. I thought of Lesa and it helped, maybe what did it was the fact that her clothing was it a bit of a shamble.
“Ah, so now you’re the boss, right? I can’t let her go anyway, she knows too much to just be let go so lightly.” He turned away from us and walked back to his fortress.
“Hey! I’m not done with you yet! Come back here!” Taro yelled at the retreating form and running to where we stood and, like always, didn’t look where he was going. So I put out a foot and tripped him. Everyone but Taro laughed.
“TAITO!! Your big, fat, ugly, sorry ass is mine!! Don’t trip me!” Taro yelled at me, everyone laughed even harder.
“So sorry, oh great leader. I bow to your wishes.” I comment, put my foot on his back, and make mock bows. Even Taro is laughing now.
“Get...hee-hee-hee...off my...hahahah...back you-you baka!”Taro says to the ground between giggles. I get off his back and we all pick ourselves up.
“We aught to get back.” Brian reminds us.
“Yeah, we should get going. Should we tell our parents about General?” I ask. I know that’s what we are all wondering. We all stand there, thinking for a few seconds.
Then Osamu shakes his head. “We can take care of him if we must. They have other things to worry about. Let’s head home now, K?” We all nod our heads and head back to the nearest t.v. set.
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This is the end of part one. What will happen to the poor girl? What will the kids do about General?
Find out all this and more next time on, A Day in the DigiWorld!^_~
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35 years after 02
By:Katmon Ichijouji =^.^=
An annoying brother,
That I’ve hurt.
Wonder why he heals so well,
And goes to play with his little friends.
Seven friends at my side.
Then meeting more,
When we land.
All ‘cause a scream.
Two we meet anew,
One in great pain,
And the other holds her there.
No.
Then let’s go,
Let’s all go home.
~Katmon =^.^=
Katmon =^.^=
#*meow*and Mrs. Ichijouji!# Yup, her too.
**Did you forget me again?!** That’s Green. She has an attitude problem. ^_~
**Do not!!**