Zetsuboo Suru
Cold, cold, biting cold. Wind, snow, white, can't see, can't hear, where is everyone? What had gone wrong?
Red on white, a tiny dot moved across the landscape, alone in a vast world of white. Grey mountains in the distance rose majestically and faded into the sky, blending into the turmoil of the clouds. A forest on the right, deep rich green needles hidden beneath a blanket of snow, beneath which creatures sought shelter until the weather calmed.
Cold, cold, have to find help, have got to find the others. What happened, what went wrong? So cold, so tired, need rest, I want to sleep, let me sleep, where is everyone?
Dark eyes surveyed an unchanging land, covered in white. In front lay an empty expanse, behind a trail of feet, a single human's footsteps leading to the horizon. Soon to be filled in and obliterate any signs of life that passed that way.
Got to keep going, got to keep moving, can't give in, can't give up. Cold, cold, can't feel my feet, so tired, so tired, everyone, what happened?
The wind tore cruelly at the frail human body that dare walk out unprotected in the heart of the winter storm. It dragged at the thin shirt and soaked the inadequate jeans, which clung coldly to his legs. It bit the human's exposed arms, nipped at the boy's neck, ripped at his ears and stung his cheeks to a brilliant crimson red. His fingers curled tightly and clutched the fabric of his shirt, numb and cold, the fingernails turning purple and the fingers white. His toes had tingled for a while, but now felt like the boy had blocks of ice for feet. He had forgotten what it was like to be warm, out here in the cold wilderness. Chapped and blue, his lips set themselves in a line, while his frosted eyelids remained half open, searching for a change in the landscape. Anything, a human, a creature, something.
Cold, cold, got to find shelter, got to get out of the storm. Got to find the others. Where is everyone?
Thoughts scattered through the human's mind, unable to think clearly or string two thoughts together. Images, faces, of people, humans, creatures, flashed and swirled together, a confusion of data that the human could not understand. The tiny human continued forward towards the mountains, not knowing why, just that this direction was as good as any. But he was growing weaker; the blood in his veins slowing down, his heart pumping sluggishly, and every step he took was an awesome effort in his battle to keep moving.
Everyone, where are you? Alone, all alone. Cold, cold, can't see, can't breathe. Where am I?
At the edge of a frozen lake he stopped, unable to continue. He stared blankly for a moment, seeing uncomprehendingly the frozen surface of the ice and the beginnings of a forest, the majestic trees decked in gowns of frozen icicles. Then his knees gave way and he fell weakly into the snow, a limp doll that was pale and small. His body racked with shivers, but it soon stilled. Short red hair billowed out into the snow, and a yellow pineapple laptop laid a few feet away, having slipped from the boy's back without him knowing. Only his unseeing eyes remained open, staring into the gray sky as white snowflakes drifted slowly down.
So tired, so cold. Sorry everyone, I'm sorry. I'm so tired. Let me rest. So cold, cold, freezing, dying, I'm dying. So tired.
Koushiro Izumi, lost and alone, closed his eyes and felt the darkness overtake him. Around him the wind howled mournfully, empty and cold, across the plain. _________________________________________________________________
Just a prologue, folks. Tell me what you think! (Oh, and later chapters WILL contain Yaoi. I think we all know by now what Yaoi is, but as a refresher, it's boys liking boys. So if that isn't your cup of tea, well, you know the drill. Hit the back button.) And of course, I don't own Digimon. See ya!
Cold, cold, biting cold. Wind, snow, white, can't see, can't hear, where is everyone? What had gone wrong?
Red on white, a tiny dot moved across the landscape, alone in a vast world of white. Grey mountains in the distance rose majestically and faded into the sky, blending into the turmoil of the clouds. A forest on the right, deep rich green needles hidden beneath a blanket of snow, beneath which creatures sought shelter until the weather calmed.
Cold, cold, have to find help, have got to find the others. What happened, what went wrong? So cold, so tired, need rest, I want to sleep, let me sleep, where is everyone?
Dark eyes surveyed an unchanging land, covered in white. In front lay an empty expanse, behind a trail of feet, a single human's footsteps leading to the horizon. Soon to be filled in and obliterate any signs of life that passed that way.
Got to keep going, got to keep moving, can't give in, can't give up. Cold, cold, can't feel my feet, so tired, so tired, everyone, what happened?
The wind tore cruelly at the frail human body that dare walk out unprotected in the heart of the winter storm. It dragged at the thin shirt and soaked the inadequate jeans, which clung coldly to his legs. It bit the human's exposed arms, nipped at the boy's neck, ripped at his ears and stung his cheeks to a brilliant crimson red. His fingers curled tightly and clutched the fabric of his shirt, numb and cold, the fingernails turning purple and the fingers white. His toes had tingled for a while, but now felt like the boy had blocks of ice for feet. He had forgotten what it was like to be warm, out here in the cold wilderness. Chapped and blue, his lips set themselves in a line, while his frosted eyelids remained half open, searching for a change in the landscape. Anything, a human, a creature, something.
Cold, cold, got to find shelter, got to get out of the storm. Got to find the others. Where is everyone?
Thoughts scattered through the human's mind, unable to think clearly or string two thoughts together. Images, faces, of people, humans, creatures, flashed and swirled together, a confusion of data that the human could not understand. The tiny human continued forward towards the mountains, not knowing why, just that this direction was as good as any. But he was growing weaker; the blood in his veins slowing down, his heart pumping sluggishly, and every step he took was an awesome effort in his battle to keep moving.
Everyone, where are you? Alone, all alone. Cold, cold, can't see, can't breathe. Where am I?
At the edge of a frozen lake he stopped, unable to continue. He stared blankly for a moment, seeing uncomprehendingly the frozen surface of the ice and the beginnings of a forest, the majestic trees decked in gowns of frozen icicles. Then his knees gave way and he fell weakly into the snow, a limp doll that was pale and small. His body racked with shivers, but it soon stilled. Short red hair billowed out into the snow, and a yellow pineapple laptop laid a few feet away, having slipped from the boy's back without him knowing. Only his unseeing eyes remained open, staring into the gray sky as white snowflakes drifted slowly down.
So tired, so cold. Sorry everyone, I'm sorry. I'm so tired. Let me rest. So cold, cold, freezing, dying, I'm dying. So tired.
Koushiro Izumi, lost and alone, closed his eyes and felt the darkness overtake him. Around him the wind howled mournfully, empty and cold, across the plain. _________________________________________________________________
Just a prologue, folks. Tell me what you think! (Oh, and later chapters WILL contain Yaoi. I think we all know by now what Yaoi is, but as a refresher, it's boys liking boys. So if that isn't your cup of tea, well, you know the drill. Hit the back button.) And of course, I don't own Digimon. See ya!