SK - (blink. blink. blink. looks at the fic) DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I
DON'T KNOW, I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!
Naven - (jumping up and down like a three year old) ITS HER FAULT, ITS HER FAULT, I WOULD NEVER OF DONE IF SHE HADN'T MADE ME, HONEST!!!!
SK - What do you mean it's my fault, you're my muse you give me all of my ideas!
Naven - This is not my work!
SK - I don't know it was late at night; the keyboard took on a life of its own.
Neither author nor muse noticed Xellos sneaking away giggling.
Xellos - Shhhhh, SK doesn't own Digimon.
The Kaizer's New Whip
K en paced through the mall, forcing the anger he felt about being defeated by the destined into the black and white tiled floors, silently trailing after his parents. The hidden Kaizer tuned out the shouts and whispers as the mosaic like mass of natives pointed at him, ignored the smell of freshly baked cookies as they passed the bakery, and the flashy neon signs of the stores that begged the on observer to look closer and buy something. Every thing went by unnoticed to the blue-haired genius his mind focused on plans, strategies, and a certain redheaded phantom that flitted across the edges of his mind. He tried vainly to ignore the other, like he tried to ignore the suppressed emotions that always bubbled to the surface whenever he saw the shorter boy, in battle or on his numerous monitors.
"Ken, honey." Said a soft hesitant voice
Ken looked up silently a mask of indifference firmly in place.
"We're going to find your birthday present, will you be alright by yourself?"
"Yes mother, I'll be fine." his voice a glacier of monotone.
"All right son, and don't try to follow us," joked his father with a large fake grin.
Ken snarled at his parent's turned backs. 'Insects'. Then his mask slid back into place and he walked away. Keeping to the shadows that lined the walls of the mall in the hope that no one (especially female fanatics) would not see him.
Naven - You just had to say it.
SK - of course!
Ken's mind was busy with new plans to destroy the digidestined.
'All but one. The one with disheveled mahogany hair that you'd do anything for just one chance to run your fingers through it. The one who you'd give up the digital world for if he would just smile at you. The one who you'd die for it he let you kiss.'
'Enough!!!' Ken leaned against a wall that seemed to be overflowing with shadows.
'Why? Its true.'
'Shut up! You're just a figment of my imagination.'
'No, I will not and you can't make me. Now listen, are you listening?'
'Give me one reason why I should.'
'Your board and have no one else to talk to.'
'.Fine, I'll listen.'
'Good now look around you, do you see how the shadows welcome you, yet ignore you? It's not their fault. It's a shadows nature to always welcome but to ignore. Now look into the light.'
Ken did as he was told for a lack of anything else to do, not because he was curious. He saw the packs of people walking through the mall. Watched them talk and laugh with one another, the hugs and smiles.
'.So.'
'You can't see it? Or are you denying it?'
'What do I have to deny?'
'That you want to have what they have.'
'I do not! Those people are just useless insects!'
'You do, you realized it the moment you saw Daisuke. You care about him.'
Ken's face cracked out of its blank mask of indifference and a malicious smirk showed through.
'I may find him interesting.'
'Perhaps more than interesting?'
The young ruler decided to start walking down the mall in the hope that it would stop such disturbing thoughts, also he had heard some of his class mates talking about a cool store near the far end. Ken looked down to the far end of the mall. Shrugging he started to walk, after all he had nothing else to do.
When Ken found the store he was slightly disappointed. It was a medieval store. It was filled to the brim with junk; Ken looked a bit closer and discovered it was a lot of handmade expensive junk. Ken started to walk away disappointed when he saw something out of the corner or his eye that intrigued him enough to go inside to get a better look.
Naven - BY THE HIGHONES PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE THE EVIL END!!!!
Naven - (jumping up and down like a three year old) ITS HER FAULT, ITS HER FAULT, I WOULD NEVER OF DONE IF SHE HADN'T MADE ME, HONEST!!!!
SK - What do you mean it's my fault, you're my muse you give me all of my ideas!
Naven - This is not my work!
SK - I don't know it was late at night; the keyboard took on a life of its own.
Neither author nor muse noticed Xellos sneaking away giggling.
Xellos - Shhhhh, SK doesn't own Digimon.
The Kaizer's New Whip
K en paced through the mall, forcing the anger he felt about being defeated by the destined into the black and white tiled floors, silently trailing after his parents. The hidden Kaizer tuned out the shouts and whispers as the mosaic like mass of natives pointed at him, ignored the smell of freshly baked cookies as they passed the bakery, and the flashy neon signs of the stores that begged the on observer to look closer and buy something. Every thing went by unnoticed to the blue-haired genius his mind focused on plans, strategies, and a certain redheaded phantom that flitted across the edges of his mind. He tried vainly to ignore the other, like he tried to ignore the suppressed emotions that always bubbled to the surface whenever he saw the shorter boy, in battle or on his numerous monitors.
"Ken, honey." Said a soft hesitant voice
Ken looked up silently a mask of indifference firmly in place.
"We're going to find your birthday present, will you be alright by yourself?"
"Yes mother, I'll be fine." his voice a glacier of monotone.
"All right son, and don't try to follow us," joked his father with a large fake grin.
Ken snarled at his parent's turned backs. 'Insects'. Then his mask slid back into place and he walked away. Keeping to the shadows that lined the walls of the mall in the hope that no one (especially female fanatics) would not see him.
Naven - You just had to say it.
SK - of course!
Ken's mind was busy with new plans to destroy the digidestined.
'All but one. The one with disheveled mahogany hair that you'd do anything for just one chance to run your fingers through it. The one who you'd give up the digital world for if he would just smile at you. The one who you'd die for it he let you kiss.'
'Enough!!!' Ken leaned against a wall that seemed to be overflowing with shadows.
'Why? Its true.'
'Shut up! You're just a figment of my imagination.'
'No, I will not and you can't make me. Now listen, are you listening?'
'Give me one reason why I should.'
'Your board and have no one else to talk to.'
'.Fine, I'll listen.'
'Good now look around you, do you see how the shadows welcome you, yet ignore you? It's not their fault. It's a shadows nature to always welcome but to ignore. Now look into the light.'
Ken did as he was told for a lack of anything else to do, not because he was curious. He saw the packs of people walking through the mall. Watched them talk and laugh with one another, the hugs and smiles.
'.So.'
'You can't see it? Or are you denying it?'
'What do I have to deny?'
'That you want to have what they have.'
'I do not! Those people are just useless insects!'
'You do, you realized it the moment you saw Daisuke. You care about him.'
Ken's face cracked out of its blank mask of indifference and a malicious smirk showed through.
'I may find him interesting.'
'Perhaps more than interesting?'
The young ruler decided to start walking down the mall in the hope that it would stop such disturbing thoughts, also he had heard some of his class mates talking about a cool store near the far end. Ken looked down to the far end of the mall. Shrugging he started to walk, after all he had nothing else to do.
When Ken found the store he was slightly disappointed. It was a medieval store. It was filled to the brim with junk; Ken looked a bit closer and discovered it was a lot of handmade expensive junk. Ken started to walk away disappointed when he saw something out of the corner or his eye that intrigued him enough to go inside to get a better look.
Naven - BY THE HIGHONES PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE THE EVIL END!!!!