Disclaimer: I don't own any of these Digimon characters—I just borrow them, I do this out of pure boredom—so they all still belong to their respective owners and I get no money from any of this soooo don't sue me 'cuz you'll get nothing—I have no money, duh! If I did have money then I would have bought some of the Digimon characters and I wouldn't have to do this disclaimer, now would I?
S&A: Let me know if ya'all like 'cuz this maybe one of those long stories o' mine and enjoy! Oh, and this is dedicated to Naka-chan! Have fun on your trip(s) or else!!!!
Kaiser: And look this time she wasn't lying that the idiot (Daisuke) is in it!
S&A: *growl* This one had to be posted a couple of times like my other one so it better stay up this time!!!
Kaiser: Your poisoning the minds of others already—must be a new record.
S&A: You mean Ichijouji Karina? Yes, I know—I'm amazingly contagious but you should be proud of me!
Kaiser:…*thinking* Proud? Of how fast S&A's insanity spreads?
S&A: I don't like that look…*thinking* I should know when to keep my mouth shut…
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The Sound of Innocence
Chapter 1: Stone Heart Crying Out to the Darkness
By ShinkuAme
A voice pierced the darkness, twinkling in its innocence. Even though the voice was but a whisper it carried clearly into the dark and floated to their ears. It was the voice of one unaccustomed to the harsh world.
The voice was pleading; a whine integrated within its young tone, so common to hear from a child, yet this was different. So very different than any other. And it continued to yell unanswered into the shadows, none but they heard its call, and they did not care.
Turning cold shoulders toward the small whimpering thing—even they were disgusted by it—they began to leave. Feeling utterly alone now, the child let the tears flow, clutching its arms around itself he called out once more but now for them to stay. He begged with all his heart, even promising to say no more if they so decided to stay by his side, but they could no longer stand the sight of him.
They were sick of it, looking and waiting after it for such a long time when nothing quieted it, they had finally had enough. They would not stay. They cursed the day that they ever met the boy. Perhaps if he were tougher, stronger, he would have been of use to them…but they had tried! Tried and tried without result, later the child would prove to be of use—but not now.
"No, not now," they whispered back at the boy. "Later."
That seemed to quiet the boy some, but still he did not like it. He could not stop them, however, he knew, because now they were gone. Disappearing back into the darkness from whence they came and he would wait for their return eagerly. But until then he would need to take care of himself, and he swore he would, because now he was alone.
He was alone in this new world, once more. And now he could only trust himself—no other. They would use him, he knew, the shadows told him so. Only they were his friends. Only they cared for him. He would be careful, like they taught him, if only to see them once again some day. He hoped it would be soon since they were all he knew.
They had taken him in from before he could remember and they brought him up, raised him. So he now considered them his family, an outcast from his biological family–they cared not for him, the child they abandoned before he could even walk. And so, in turn, he cared not for them. But occasionally he would think of them. He would wonder what they looked like, how they acted, how many of them there were, and–most importantly of all–what had possessed them to leave him. All of this he thought of, however, with a stone heart.
Wondering but not caring. Thinking but not feeling. Not doing, searching, finding those who had forsaken him, those who did not want him. Attaining his answers and perhaps revenge…? But why, what was the point of doing so? He did not see it, so why look? He was content with just thinking because he thought that he was very much better off like this…even though they had left him. He would still survive, he would be strong, he would show them that he was worthy. He would.
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S&A: Any kind of review is fine by me. Flames are always welcome—as they help to improve more than praise.
Kaiser: Flame S&A, torch S&A, kill S&A. Who cares what ya do to this insane person just so long as you stop S&A!!!