Warning: This both a Yaoi/Yuri story story and a story with death, rape, and other nasty little things that will help you learn my nasty little mind. In other words, this is not intended for young, innocent children. 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 me flames, I will delete them immediately. {Maybe! ^_~} This story is now centered around Maho, Kasasagi, Saru, and Mujitsu. This is part of a series, if you read the other parts you may understand this one a little better. Here we go, another end to another story! Just this series left before the 'Final Battle'! Thanks.
This story is supposed to come after Family to the Fourth, A Day in the DigiWorld, Family Finds The Way, and Digital Reunion. Some parts in this story will only make sense if you have read Family to the Fourth, A Day in the DigiWorld, Family Finds The Way, and Digital Reuion. If you have read Family to the Fourth, A Day in the DigiWorld, Family Finds The Way, and 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. {Does anyone else understand that?} I am using the Japanese names for the humans.
Ages:
I gave up on the ages. You decide how old they are.
DISCLAIMER: (I hate this >_<) Okay, Yamachi, Taito, most of their friends, the Digimon of most of their friends, (Not Osamu's Digimon) Meko, Mara, Hamilton, the evolutions of the Mysterious Five (not their rookie forms mind you, I found those on the D-terminal toy), Dea, Dr. Lee, Doran, John, Thora, Nero, Nyx, Maho, Kasasagi, & Doommon and his forms are all mine. *breaths deeply* 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 Doran Diaz is mine. Don't steal it! Thanks again!
Note: {Not like FF.N shows any of the last three things anyway...}
Words that are in *these things* are thoughts.
Words that are in "these things" are being said out loud.
Words that are in italic are intensified.
Words that are inbold are intensified. (Usually being shouted!)
Words that areunderlined are usually names of things.
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Worse Than Death, Worse Than Life
Doran Diaz
She remembers a name,
I told her she has no family.
I do my best,
Put more in her food and drink,
Damn that bitch!!
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I walked in to find her awake. She was a beauty. She couldn't be older than twenty. Her once light brown hair that had fallen to her shoulders was now black and chin length. Her skin was darkened. She wore different clothes and could easily pass as my girlfriend.
Imagine, this girl fell into our park with four older men. The men each had a Digimon thingie. I knocked her out and we gave her the right amount of a certian drug to make her forget her past. Now she was all mine.
"Hey, baby. How are you? You fainted at the park." I told her. Lying is one of my specialties. The ladies fall for it everytime.
"Wh-wh-what? Who are you?! Who am I?!?!" She looked around the small bedroom in fear.
"Why, Diana, don't you remember me?" I asked, my tone unbelieving. She shook her head. "I'm Doran, your boyfriend. We were taking a walk in the park and you fainted. Don't you remember?"
"No. All I remember is a name, Magicamon. I don't know what it means, though." She said, confused.
I frowned. "You said that word before you passed out." There are some things even I won't lie about, but she shouldn't have remembered that name!!
"It's a name!!" She said angrily.
"That name, then." I said politely. "Are you hungry?" She nodded and followed me to the kitchen. I got her some food and sat across from her as she ate. She ate like she'd been living with piggy men, all her life! Didn't her mother ever teach her manners?! *We've got to do something about those manners.* I thought sadly.
"Yum! You're a great cook! I remember someone else who was a great cook. Maybe my dad. Where are my parents, anyway? Won't they worry?" She asked sadly.
"Diana, don't you remember?"
"I told you, I don't remember anything."
"Baby, your parents have been dead for years."
She thought that one over. "What about my brothers?"
"What do you mean? You were an only child. You don't have any brothers."
Her face went red in anger. "LIER!!" She screamed and ran from the room and down the hall. Appearantly I screwed up.
"Damnit! This girl is going to be worse than all the others! John!!" A boy of about eighteen ran in and bowed to me. "Put more brainless in her food! She's starting to remember!" The boy bowed again and ran off. Brainless is the name for the drug we use to make others forget things.
I walked down the hall to where she was curled up in a ball. As I got closer I heard muffled sniffles. She was, or had been, crying.
She looked up at me and pulled away. "You! You're a heartless baka! Kokuhro suru! Yofu! Jigoku ni otosu!" She screamed at me. I didn't understand her, but the meaning was quite clear. She hated me.
"Now, now, Diana..." I started.
"Lert's get something straight, bud! My name is Maho! Either you call me Maho, or I make you be in great pain! Got it?"
"Fine. Maho. I don't understand why you're mad at me."
She stood and pointed a finger at me. "I'll give you a simple answer you can understand. You raped me. Simple enough. That one act can put you in jail. That's enough, don't you think?!" The last part was screamed. Then she spit in my face and stormed down the hall.
I sighed as I wipped the spit off my face. *She's right. I belong in jail.* I thought darkly. Then I stood and walked down the hall and back into the kitchen. "John!"
The boy ran out, bowing again. "Sir?"
"Give that girl her food, and make sure she eats all of it!!" I told him. I flipped around and stormed into my own room. I looked out the closed window. "Damn that bitch!!" I shouted at the sky.
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Do I like Doran? Hell no! What would I like to do to him? Kill him!! Will I? Wait and see!
Yes, there was some Japanese in there. I wrote this chapter about a year ago, and I'm not gonna go rummaging through all my Japanese dictionaries just to translate a few things. I did write another fic, which is in the way future of this series, that has translations for the Japanese, but that's because I wrote the thing on the computer at the same time I was looking up the words, so I made a note to write the translations at the end. You get the basic idea though, don't you? I'm evil!!
More danger and death coming up!! FUN!!!
*smiles* Ja ne!
Doran Diaz
By: Katmon =^.^= Ichijouji
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She looks around,
Quite confused.
That's the plan.
Hungry yet.
Lier is what she screams,
And runs down the hall.
To comfort her.
She knows her past,
And runs again.
She must forget.
You give it to her,
For no more she trusts me.
~Katmon =^.^=
Katmon =^.^=