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By: Renzy Rated R for bad language and other crude things Disclaimer: If I owned them, I would be paid to do this. But since I don't please don't sue, I don't own anything! Got it? good. Summery: Silly fic involving cross dressing and other pointless things, there's no real plot, so don't say I didn't warn you. Oh, and none of the characters really act anything like themselves. Warning: Making light of drugs, many derogatory comments, and pointless stupidly. Don't say I didn't warn you! ~~~~D~~~~I~~~~G~~~~I~~~~M~~~~O~~~~N Let's pretend that the whole dark force was completely conquered, the digidestind Kids went back to the real world and now they live in the same area in Tokyo (right?). Most of them live in nicely sized apartments (except Joe, who lives in a cardboard box). Lots of the group were back to their old way of life: Tai kicked soccer balls at people until they threatened to sue, Izzy was a slave to his computer, Sora went around shaving cats, Mimi was hoarding free samples of make-up, and Joe.....well...the cardboard box sort explains it all (Joe: C'mon lucky 7! *rolls the dice* Casino guy:20 Joe: Awwwww.... Wait 20!) Matt was the only one starting a brand new hobby. Being a little "different" now, his perspective appearance had changed. It was also turning out to be promising career. Have you guessed what it is yet? No? Matt wanted to be a- A Drag queen. Matt's brain happily repeated. Matt was looking more like a girl everyday. He was letting his hair grow out, and practed making high voiceswhen no one was around. He was walking through down town Tokyo, looking for a good cosmetic store (not to mention some condoms). Suddenly, there was a scream in the French Imports store. Matt then witnessed a psyco-looking girl holding a white box above her head. The store manager came rushing out and told her to drop the box. "No!" cried the girl, "They're free samples, I can take as many as I want!" Only one girl could be that obsessed with little packets of concealers. It was Mimi. Matt, being the dipshit he was, decided to go over to Mimi, possibly ask for some conceler. Mimi was yelling like a banshee, threatening to burn down their houses, steal their money, and walk around without any make-up on. When Matt was almost beside her, Mimi flung her arm around his neck and held him in a head lock. "I swear I'll break his neck!" shouted Mimi. "All right! All right! Take the make-up, just don't hurt anyone, "said the manager. Mimi let go of Matt and the clerks scattered away. She smiled at the blond rotted kid, as if she didn't have him in a death grip only moments before. "What's up?" she asked cheerfully. Matt, feeling woozy from the sudden excitement said in a tad of a slurred voice; "Uhhh...I was hoping you could show me how to put on make-up." "Really?" squealed Mimi, "yay! Makeover!" She grabbed Matt by the arm and ran to her home, which was an apartment few blocks down. She ran up the stairs to the third floor to room 32. She threw open the door and pulled Matt to her bedroom door. She opened it, and Izzy was standing there, burring his nose in one of Mimi's bras. "Izzy, what are you doing here? asked Mimi stupidly. Izzy snapped his arm to his back. "Um, I was just looking for some batteries.... for my computer.... Well, no batteries here, heheh. I guess I'll go now." he passed the two looking wildly disturbed. Mimi grinned and shrugged. "he's weird," she stated. Matt rolled his eyes as Mimi walked in front of him... The whole room was a huge collection of make-up, in any shade you can think of, including lime green. "Let's get started!" exclaimed Mimi.... She took his shoulders and forced him down into an over stuffed cushioned chair. He looked at himself in the mirror. Soon, the gay guy Matt, would be turned into another person. Who, he wasn't sure. Mimi had a can of spray hair dye and shook it up. Matt watched the can shake back and forth. Mimi had a sinister voice; "Ready Matt?" Matt gulped nervously as if a monster was about to eat him. He looked at the mirror to see Mimi standing behind him, waiting to be let loose on a make-up rampage. It was at this exact moment that Matt wondered if this was such a good idea. ~~~~D~~~~I~~~~G~~~~I~~~~M~~~~O~~~~N "How about this one?" bribed Sora, holding a fat, shaved cat. "Sora, all I wanted was to borrow a quarter," said Tai. "A quarter, eh?" said Sora, seducing, "Yeah, I'll give you a quarter. I'll give you a hundred if you do it with me right here, and right now!" she grabbed Tai's shirt and puled his face down to her level. Tai screamed in terror. He ran out of the cruddy-looking building with a S.C.O.D (Shaved Cats On Demand) sign on the side door where Sora held her business. He shuddered at the thought of having sex with Sora. Hell, the thought of having sex with any girl made him feel queasy... Then, some dirty kid in a cardboard box came toward him, stopping Tai dead in his tracks. He had a look of desperateness and insanity. He was shaking and spoke with a quiver in his voice "Hey, man," he said, "got any change? I need that change to get back at the slots, man... I need it!" Tai reached into his pocket and pulled out a ziplock bag filled with tiny crystals of cocaine. he placed it in the gamble-addict's hand and smiled. "Knock yourself out, Joe." Joe ripped the bag out Tai's hands. "ohh!" he awed, "magic happy dust!" He sat on the ground and opened the bag. He placed his fingers in the crystals, brought them up to his nose, and sniffed them in. Poor Joe thought Tai It's all I can do to put him out of his misery for a while. Tai took a soccer ball out of his backpack. He lightly kicked it until he reached the end of the ally. He glared straight ahead, putting his foot on top of the ball. After a moment of strong meditation, Tai smacked the ball as hard as he could. The ball soared over the road and through a closed window, in which Chris Rock just happened to be close to at the time. Tai heard a girlie scream come from the window. Then a really pissed off black guy poked his head out the window. "Hey, you mothafuckin' kid!" yelled the famous comedian, "What the fuck are you tryin' to fuckin' do to my fuckin' window, you stupid fucker?!" Tai just stood there, stupefied. "Oh, that's it you dumb fucker! I'm gonna kick your fuckin' ass from fuckin' here to fuckin' Paris!" The insane main disappeared and came back with an automatic gun. "Fuckin' die you fuckin' mankey fucker!" He pointed the gun at Tai and started to shoot like a maniac. Tai screamed, scared out of his mind as a trail of bullets followed down the path he was running. Chris Rock shot at the brown hared kid until he was totally out of range. "Goddamn!" shouted Chris Rock, "you just fuckin' wait, you crazy little fucker! If I ever see your fuckin' ass around this fuckin' neighborhood again, I'll fuckin' rip your fuckin' head fuckin' off!" Tai was panting harshly. He really needed someone to come and pick him up. He spotted a telephone booth up ahead. He picked up some coins from his pocket and placed them in the slot. He picked up the phone and dialed 555-8421. The phone rang once, it rang twice. "Hello?" said a young voice at the other end. "Hi TK, "greeted Tai. "Gay boy's not here, Tai," said TK, in a gloomy annoyance. Tai rolled his eyes. "Can your moon or dad pick me up? I'm at-" "Only if you tell them that you and Cutie-Pie-blond are playing more than just video games at your sleep overs," jeered TK. Tai sighed. He was really tired and didn't know if he could walk all the way to his house. If he got a ride with Matt's folks, TK would end up blurting something out that would force him to reveal his and matt's secret. he couldn't get a ride from anyone else because Sora would try to rape him, Mimi would forget how to pick up the phone, Izzy's never home, and Joe lives in a box. "I'll give you money if you shut up," said Tai. "How Much?" asked TK. "Ten bucks." "Twenty." "Fifteen." "Deal. My caller ID has pin pointed you. We'll be there in a few minutes." Tai hung up after TK made that statement. TBC |