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The Darkest Shade of Gray
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By Kyoko_Jyou
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Disclaimer: Oh yeah, Digimon ain't mine. How'd I forget?
Author's Note: Due to my recent upgrade to Windows 98 (finally, out of the dark ages at last!), I had to save all my digimon stuff on a separate hard disk. It so happens that my digimon files are currently teeming with viruses (go figure!) so it may some time for me to get back into writing the next chapters for my old fics. For my catharsis and your reading enjoyment, here's my little attempt to write a rather dark and twisted Goth Jyou fic. Enjoy.
Author's Note II: This tale moves back and forth through the years following the end of Season II (but before that Ep 50 fiasco). The Characters have changed a lot after one year (adolescence related stuff and all that). Here is a breakdown of what's been happening:
(During Season 02)
Jyou: 15, 5'7, Studying to be a Doctor
Mimi: 14, 5'4, Really rich in America
Sora: 14, 5'5 Playing Tennis
Yamato: 14, 5'6 In a band
Taichi: 14, 5'5 Cramming for an Exam
Koushirou: 13, 5'3 On his computer, downloading porn somwhere
(One Year After 02)
Jyou: 16, 5'7 Studying to be a doctor. Clinically Depressed.
Mimi: 15, 5'6 On Tour with Teenage Wolves. Cries a lot.
Sora: 15, 5'7 Dating Taichi. Plans to go Pro in Tennis.
Yamato: 15,5'11 On World Tour. Into Cocaine.
Taichi: 15,5'9 Dating Sora. Plans on taking Law.
Koushirou: 14'6'2 Enjoys being tall for a change. Plays Basketball.
(Four Years After 02)
Jyou: 19, 6'7 Head NeuroSurgeon in Tokyo's General Hospital.
Mimi: Dead Dies from a gunshot after being raped by Yamato
Sora: 18, 5'8 Dying from Hematoma after being hit in the head.
Yamato: Dead Dies from Spontaneous Human Combustion (?)
Taichi: 18, 6'0 Studying Law in Harvard. Degenerate.
Koushirou: 17, 6'4 About to enter college. Looking for Jyou.
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Gray.
The shadowy line between light and darkness, neither and either being light and dark in and of itself.
Gray.
An infinite range of tones which transcend day unto night, black unto white, shadow unto light, and so on. In the beginning, God separated the Day from the Night. Before he did, there was probably only Gray.
Jyou's color.
Is Gray even a color?
Red, blue, purple and green are all colors. Even the Kaiser's black has converted into a hue reminiscent of rose petals. In contrast, the absence of color has, and always will be, known as Grayscale.
Colorless, indecisive, intermediate between dusk and dawn. Empty and cold beyond all cognition.
Reliability? The Gray Cross? An enigma if there ever was one.
Too abstract an aspect to be it's own crest.
Jyou never did find out what it meant.
He simply did what was needed of him, and that seemed to fill out his obligations. It never crossed his mind to think of it once again.
What it meant.
What sets him aside.
What sets him apart.
Until that night not too long ago...
Under the moonless night...
In the totality of darkness...
When the gray shadows of midnight came to reclaim him...
~*~
When the Light sears and blinds, is it not darkness that delivers?
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Chapter One: Solace found in Darkness
~*~
A 6'7 tall, fair skinned young man walked out the steps of Tokyo General Hospital. Deep dark sunglasses hid his demurely angular, stubbly-shaven face, its ebony black frames complimenting his midnight blue hair, flowing long and silkily into a ponytail tied with a crimson bow. Pectorals embossed, a sixpack evident, biceps freshly pumped under his sleeves and his shoulders broad, his body was vigorously sculpted, a veritable adonis in a black muscle shirt hiding under a thick black leather trenchcoat which flowed past his khaki pants down to his ankles, protected from the earth by a pair of steel-toed shoes.
At first glance, one could mistake him as a male model visiting some sick relative.
In fact, he is actually a resident physician- head of the hospital neuropathology and neurobiology department. It was quite a shock to a lot of people since he was only nineteen.
A medical prodigy, they say. At sixteen, he'd have earned enough guts to take the Bar, and by some strange coincidence, he aced it. At seventeen, he was already a renowned doctor, performing his first hemispherectomy earlier this year.
Of course, if he had been the same Jyou Kido he was before, he'd probably quit. That Jyou Kido has passed away.
Dead with the last ounce of his old persona.
The young man took to the dimly lit streets of Tokyo, a flock of ravens flying overhead, where he had moved a year back, on a chrome and black vintage Harley. His silken hair flew with the wind rushing across his face, his silver crucifix earings shimmering in the dark. His gloved hands gripped the handlebars tightly.
Into the depths of the deepest darkness... into the night...
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It was three years ago.
A sixteen year old Jyou Kido stood before the grave of a lost friend, blanketed with bouquets of a thousand roses.
"Farewell, sweet child of sincere faith,
Though thoust has met a dreary fate,
Farewell our friend, so long to thee,
Within our hearts, you'll always be."
Mimi Tachikawa.
Dearly departed.
Standing a meek and sickly 5'7 with a mat of tussled blue hair, he was the odd nerd in a funeral befit only for 'beautiful people', the Tachikawa kin, et al. All dressed in black, the digidestined had gathered to bid farewell to their strawberry-haired princess. Sora gripped Tai by the collar, mourning relentlessly. Takeru and Daisuke consoled young Hikari while Iori was solaced by Miyako which hung by Ken's arms. Koushirou gave a brief eulogy as well as Michael who had flown in from America to give his last respects.
Only one man was missing.
Poor Yamato.
Poor, raving mad, murderous Yamato.
Locked up and tossed into a prison cell somewhere for the rape and murder of one Mimi Tachikawa.
Poor merciless, relentless Yamato.
Mimi had refused his exploits for the longest time. She had kept herself untouched by him long after they had begun dating. Yamato was not content with having this meer trophy, rather yearning for more- Sex... an urge which lingered like an insatiable apetite within the popular blonde. So did drug abuse. All the little demeanors to fame- a rock star's dilema as they say.
He had it all then. Looks. Charm. Half a head taller than Jyou in a year's time after the defeat of Archnemon. All the testosterone-granted gifts of manhood was his, addling women's hearts from the Eastern Shores of Japan to the Western Shores of America. A voice above all voices, strumming guitar strings which such eloquency that they brought screaming masses at his feet.
Teenage wolf.
Rich beyond all his imaginings.
Money intensified his own physical beauty a millionfold. He was the gem to the public's eyes.
So was Mimi, his girlfriend of sorts.
They were an indisputable couple.
Mimi, the paradigmic young woman in form and personality and economic stature. Her face was on the spotlight of every pop culture magazine on the planet.
A body for which an entire generation of boys had lusted over... those shapely, elegant fingers and those strawberry-now-brunette-later locks falling on her china-doll cheeks. And a voice, too. A siren, she was by Yamato's side, ensnaring men by her melodic whims.
"Oh, how perfect!" They'd say "A match made in heaven!"
Or... at least Mimi didn't think so. Hell was more like it. She wanted no part of this foolish charade.
Could this be why she had longed for another?
Namely the young Doctor-in-training, the perpetually-asthmatic Jyou Kido.
Now short for his age and intellectually degenerate after failure after failure, he was everything Yamato was not- dirt poor, nameless, weak, scrawny.
Could this be why?
He was not Yamato. As far from Yamato as possible.
And he loved her.
He loved her since the beginning and she new. She had played the blind girl's part and continued to chase the cool blonde until the game turned against her. This bit her conscience, but to no avail. Fortunately, Jyou had forgiven her.
He could do nothing but.
Like a cure for blindness, she was able to see him for what he really was.
And then, the euphoria of intercourse.
She had done something she could never give Yamato.
She knew she could only give this to the one she'd love forever.
She learned bliss, even if it was too late for her to enjoy the fruits of this labor. No more time for her.
Forever ended too soon.
Yamato found out.
Rape... Murder...
Poor Yamato.
Poor F*ckin' Yamato...
Jyou was left alone again.
Mimi is dead.
Damn you, Yamato.
Damn you...
~*~
Please Rn'R
The Darkest Shade of Gray
~*~
By Kyoko_Jyou
~*~
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, Digimon ain't mine. How'd I forget?
Author's Note: Due to my recent upgrade to Windows 98 (finally, out of the dark ages at last!), I had to save all my digimon stuff on a separate hard disk. It so happens that my digimon files are currently teeming with viruses (go figure!) so it may some time for me to get back into writing the next chapters for my old fics. For my catharsis and your reading enjoyment, here's my little attempt to write a rather dark and twisted Goth Jyou fic. Enjoy.
Author's Note II: This tale moves back and forth through the years following the end of Season II (but before that Ep 50 fiasco). The Characters have changed a lot after one year (adolescence related stuff and all that). Here is a breakdown of what's been happening:
(During Season 02)
Jyou: 15, 5'7, Studying to be a Doctor
Mimi: 14, 5'4, Really rich in America
Sora: 14, 5'5 Playing Tennis
Yamato: 14, 5'6 In a band
Taichi: 14, 5'5 Cramming for an Exam
Koushirou: 13, 5'3 On his computer, downloading porn somwhere
(One Year After 02)
Jyou: 16, 5'7 Studying to be a doctor. Clinically Depressed.
Mimi: 15, 5'6 On Tour with Teenage Wolves. Cries a lot.
Sora: 15, 5'7 Dating Taichi. Plans to go Pro in Tennis.
Yamato: 15,5'11 On World Tour. Into Cocaine.
Taichi: 15,5'9 Dating Sora. Plans on taking Law.
Koushirou: 14'6'2 Enjoys being tall for a change. Plays Basketball.
(Four Years After 02)
Jyou: 19, 6'7 Head NeuroSurgeon in Tokyo's General Hospital.
Mimi: Dead Dies from a gunshot after being raped by Yamato
Sora: 18, 5'8 Dying from Hematoma after being hit in the head.
Yamato: Dead Dies from Spontaneous Human Combustion (?)
Taichi: 18, 6'0 Studying Law in Harvard. Degenerate.
Koushirou: 17, 6'4 About to enter college. Looking for Jyou.
~*~
Gray.
The shadowy line between light and darkness, neither and either being light and dark in and of itself.
Gray.
An infinite range of tones which transcend day unto night, black unto white, shadow unto light, and so on. In the beginning, God separated the Day from the Night. Before he did, there was probably only Gray.
Jyou's color.
Is Gray even a color?
Red, blue, purple and green are all colors. Even the Kaiser's black has converted into a hue reminiscent of rose petals. In contrast, the absence of color has, and always will be, known as Grayscale.
Colorless, indecisive, intermediate between dusk and dawn. Empty and cold beyond all cognition.
Reliability? The Gray Cross? An enigma if there ever was one.
Too abstract an aspect to be it's own crest.
Jyou never did find out what it meant.
He simply did what was needed of him, and that seemed to fill out his obligations. It never crossed his mind to think of it once again.
What it meant.
What sets him aside.
What sets him apart.
Until that night not too long ago...
Under the moonless night...
In the totality of darkness...
When the gray shadows of midnight came to reclaim him...
~*~
When the Light sears and blinds, is it not darkness that delivers?
~*~
Chapter One: Solace found in Darkness
~*~
A 6'7 tall, fair skinned young man walked out the steps of Tokyo General Hospital. Deep dark sunglasses hid his demurely angular, stubbly-shaven face, its ebony black frames complimenting his midnight blue hair, flowing long and silkily into a ponytail tied with a crimson bow. Pectorals embossed, a sixpack evident, biceps freshly pumped under his sleeves and his shoulders broad, his body was vigorously sculpted, a veritable adonis in a black muscle shirt hiding under a thick black leather trenchcoat which flowed past his khaki pants down to his ankles, protected from the earth by a pair of steel-toed shoes.
At first glance, one could mistake him as a male model visiting some sick relative.
In fact, he is actually a resident physician- head of the hospital neuropathology and neurobiology department. It was quite a shock to a lot of people since he was only nineteen.
A medical prodigy, they say. At sixteen, he'd have earned enough guts to take the Bar, and by some strange coincidence, he aced it. At seventeen, he was already a renowned doctor, performing his first hemispherectomy earlier this year.
Of course, if he had been the same Jyou Kido he was before, he'd probably quit. That Jyou Kido has passed away.
Dead with the last ounce of his old persona.
The young man took to the dimly lit streets of Tokyo, a flock of ravens flying overhead, where he had moved a year back, on a chrome and black vintage Harley. His silken hair flew with the wind rushing across his face, his silver crucifix earings shimmering in the dark. His gloved hands gripped the handlebars tightly.
Into the depths of the deepest darkness... into the night...
~*~
It was three years ago.
A sixteen year old Jyou Kido stood before the grave of a lost friend, blanketed with bouquets of a thousand roses.
"Farewell, sweet child of sincere faith,
Though thoust has met a dreary fate,
Farewell our friend, so long to thee,
Within our hearts, you'll always be."
Mimi Tachikawa.
Dearly departed.
Standing a meek and sickly 5'7 with a mat of tussled blue hair, he was the odd nerd in a funeral befit only for 'beautiful people', the Tachikawa kin, et al. All dressed in black, the digidestined had gathered to bid farewell to their strawberry-haired princess. Sora gripped Tai by the collar, mourning relentlessly. Takeru and Daisuke consoled young Hikari while Iori was solaced by Miyako which hung by Ken's arms. Koushirou gave a brief eulogy as well as Michael who had flown in from America to give his last respects.
Only one man was missing.
Poor Yamato.
Poor, raving mad, murderous Yamato.
Locked up and tossed into a prison cell somewhere for the rape and murder of one Mimi Tachikawa.
Poor merciless, relentless Yamato.
Mimi had refused his exploits for the longest time. She had kept herself untouched by him long after they had begun dating. Yamato was not content with having this meer trophy, rather yearning for more- Sex... an urge which lingered like an insatiable apetite within the popular blonde. So did drug abuse. All the little demeanors to fame- a rock star's dilema as they say.
He had it all then. Looks. Charm. Half a head taller than Jyou in a year's time after the defeat of Archnemon. All the testosterone-granted gifts of manhood was his, addling women's hearts from the Eastern Shores of Japan to the Western Shores of America. A voice above all voices, strumming guitar strings which such eloquency that they brought screaming masses at his feet.
Teenage wolf.
Rich beyond all his imaginings.
Money intensified his own physical beauty a millionfold. He was the gem to the public's eyes.
So was Mimi, his girlfriend of sorts.
They were an indisputable couple.
Mimi, the paradigmic young woman in form and personality and economic stature. Her face was on the spotlight of every pop culture magazine on the planet.
A body for which an entire generation of boys had lusted over... those shapely, elegant fingers and those strawberry-now-brunette-later locks falling on her china-doll cheeks. And a voice, too. A siren, she was by Yamato's side, ensnaring men by her melodic whims.
"Oh, how perfect!" They'd say "A match made in heaven!"
Or... at least Mimi didn't think so. Hell was more like it. She wanted no part of this foolish charade.
Could this be why she had longed for another?
Namely the young Doctor-in-training, the perpetually-asthmatic Jyou Kido.
Now short for his age and intellectually degenerate after failure after failure, he was everything Yamato was not- dirt poor, nameless, weak, scrawny.
Could this be why?
He was not Yamato. As far from Yamato as possible.
And he loved her.
He loved her since the beginning and she new. She had played the blind girl's part and continued to chase the cool blonde until the game turned against her. This bit her conscience, but to no avail. Fortunately, Jyou had forgiven her.
He could do nothing but.
Like a cure for blindness, she was able to see him for what he really was.
And then, the euphoria of intercourse.
She had done something she could never give Yamato.
She knew she could only give this to the one she'd love forever.
She learned bliss, even if it was too late for her to enjoy the fruits of this labor. No more time for her.
Forever ended too soon.
Yamato found out.
Rape... Murder...
Poor Yamato.
Poor F*ckin' Yamato...
Jyou was left alone again.
Mimi is dead.
Damn you, Yamato.
Damn you...
~*~
Please Rn'R