I do not own Digimon® Piedmon® or Myotismon®. If I did, I would let them live in my house. I also do not own Gaara® or Naruto®. I do own Brian, Myotismon and Piedmon's other misfit children or Brian's band of outcast friends.
Flames will be used to heat my house. I am just starting to "publish" my stories so I am new to this. This first chapter is based loosely upon one of my RP intros.
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"Did you hear about what he did?" One girl said, holding the straps of her backpack tightly. "Yeah, he sent some guys to the Digital World!" The second girl in the group said. "No, he cursed them there!" The third said. They continued to gossip and talk as they walked away from the school they attended.
Various other kids milled about the front of the school building. They ranged in age from 12 from 14. One lone pale figure sat beneath a large, shady tree far from the other normal children. The figure was a pale boy about the age of 12 or 13.
This boy was the source of not only the trio of girls' gossip, but the whole school's gossip. He was the son and fourth child of Myotismon and Piedmon. He was tall for his age and almost painfully skinny. His skin color was that of milk, which he drank every morning. His eyes were like his dad, Piedmon; they were a dark maroon, and the conjunctivae of his eyes were yellow. His hair was the same color as his eyes, fell slightly past his shoulders, and was starting to become wavy. His parents' friends said constantly that he was the spitting image of his dad, when they were about the same age. He wore a black short-sleeved t-shirt, a pair of black cargo shorts, and yellow hi-top Converse over black and purple-striped socks. He wore a very thin coat of ruby red lipstick over his lips. He had extremely dark circles around his eyes that made him look almost like a vampire. His Naruto-loving friends remarked he looked like Gaara of the Sand. In fact, at the age of 10 or 11, he very closely resembled the blue-eyed ninja; he looked almost to be Gaara's twin brother, except for his blood-colored eyes.
Before he had "snapped" and revealed his secret to the entire school, one would see him as a normal, albeit "Goth," and strange 12-year-old human boy. Ever since that fateful incident, where he had finally snapped from due to the torment and name calling, he had received from his peers, the "normal" children, he had used his digimon powers, which were that of Piedmon's and turned the tormentor into a key chain, gossip abounded about his powers. True, he did oftentimes use them, but only to turn bullies into key chains, not banishing people to the Digital World, or cursing them with terminal illnesses. He did not even know how to use those powers yet, as he was still discovering the full magnitude of his powers and revealing his complete potential.
He sighed as the last of the children departed from school. He would wait a few moments more until the dententionees, JJs, (a.k.a. Jerk Jocks, a term he had gotten from one of his favorite books), and nerds of the sort left the school.
He opened up his purple bag and extracted his black and silver CD player. He put the black earbuds into his ear and turned the player on, techno music now loudly blasting from the buds. He started to drift off, his greyish-white eyelids starting to droop. As a new song started, he began to recall the "incident," which had revealed his true self as he fell asleep.
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OK, a bit of a cliffhanger there, but tune into the next chapter to see what happens!
