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+Sydney Anrui & Impmon+

Sydney Anrui and this story is (c) 2005 J. Little. Impmon is (c) to Toei and Bandai. Blah-dee-blah-dee-blah. You know how it goes by now, yes? My grammar doth suck, so please, bear with me on this one. ANYWAYS, It has been a long, long time since I submitted anything to this site... So I suggest before you read this, you at least read "shattered", so you get an idea of what is going on here. ; ALSO. Please, please review this! 3 Though it is only one part of this story, And due to the nature the story will eventually have, I don't believe will allow me to post the rest. ; HOWEVER, I hope that there will be people out there that enjoy reading it! 3 WELL, On with the show..!

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.PART ONE.

"Well, I'm glad thats over with.." Sydney Anrui, the 15-year-old high-school freshman murmured to herself.

At last, gym class was finnaly over- All she had to do now was change quickly before her classmates came into the locker room, and then leave as quickly as possible. Then, she would be home free for the rest of the day.

"I wonder what Impy has been up to today..." she thought aloud to herself, with a tiny smile. "...Maybe I'll pick him up a little something at the Matsuda's bakery on the way home..." She nodded to herself as she opened her locker, deciding that she would do just that.

Just then, she heard the voices of her classmates, and hunkered down a little. "I better hurry..." She whispered, quickly slipping out of her gym-shorts, and stuffing them back into the locker. Just as she was tugging her shirt off over her head, when she felt a sharp tug at the back of her bra- which was immediately released with a snap.

"Ouch!" She cried out in alarm, spinning around to face the offendor.

It was none-other than her upperclassman, Sayo Ayase. A junior, who was a good 2-years older than she, and yet, for some reason, seemed to have an undying grudge with the raven-haired freshman who'm she only had to see during breaks, and of corse, gym.

"Anrui, are you sure you're just a freshman?" Sayo smirked, planting her hands on her hips.

Sydney lifted her head, unable to keep the stammer out of her voice. "Y-Yes... Why?"

Sayo snorted, turning to one of the girls who'd come up to join her. "Did you hear that? She still says she's a freshman!"

"Freshman... don't have tits like that!" Chimed in the girl on the right- Another junior. "She must be stuffing herself, or something..." The girl followed in example of her freind, Sayo, and pulled back at Sydney's bra and once again let it snap hard against her pale back.

Sydney flinched, but managed to keep herself from crying out this time. Maybe if she kept her cool, then these girls would just leave her alone... So, she calmly set her gym shirt back into her locker, and pulled out her white blouse that went with her school-uniform. "Why would I do that..?"

"Duh." Sayo slapped her palm to her own forehead. "It's 'cause you think it'll get you more attention with men, am I right?" She abrubtly snatched Sydney's shirt from her, with a cruel grin.

Sydney quickly reached out for her shirt back, desparate tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. "P-Please, give that back..!"

Sayo smirked, dropping the shirt onto the locker room floor, and then swiftly stomping down on it hard with her muddied-shoe. "Oh, no.. You won't be needing this."

Sydney backed up slowly, untill she felt her bare-back bump into the cold metal of her locker. "What... What do you want..?" She managed to whisper under her breath. "I-If it's my money that you want, I'll give you all that I have with me, so... please..."

The second Junior abrubtly grabbed her by the wrist, knocking her back hard with her hip. "Listen, skank- We don't need your money- We're just going to make sure everyone else sees you for what you really are."

"Frankly, we're sick of it, Anrui." Sayo spoke up, shaking her head slowly. "..It's a shame, really.. But I feel that it is my duity as an upperclassman to teach you a lesson..."

Sydney swallowed hard, not liking the sound of this... not at all. She shook her head slightly. "B-But.. I haven't done anything, Ayase-san.."

"BULLSHIT!" Sayo exclaimed, landing a hard smack against the younger-girls delicate face. "Your attitude is really starting to piss me off, Anrui!"

She just couldn't help it, now... unable to hold it back any longer, Sydney broke down into quiet sobs.

"Oh, please..." The older girl narrowed her eyes even more. "You're even more pathetic than I thought you were.." She then turned to her freind, who brandished a pair of scissors.

Sydney's glassy eyes widened through her tears. "Wh...What are you..?" But before she could say another word, the older girl grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, cutting the strap of her bra in-half with one swift snip. Then, with her other hand, she ripped the garment clear off of her body, and held it at arms-length. But when no-sort of stuffing fell out with the bra, Sayo's jaw dropped.

Sydney quickly wrapped her arms around her chest, sinking slowly onto her knees. "..What..?"

Sayo quickly regained her composure, and smirked once more, snatching the article of clothing from her freind. She then began to head for the door with it, still in hand.

"N-No!" Sydney cried, scrambling to get her legs under her. "Ayase-san, P-Please, give that back to me..!"

Several of the gym-class's students had now stopped their own changing, and had begun to watch this cruel hazing go in in their very own locker-room-- and yet, none of them even spoke up in attempt to help the young freshman. Sayo was well-known for her bad-attitude and record for being a bully... None of them even dared trifle with her.

Sydney made it out the door, with Sayo's two cronies close behind her.

"Take it from me, Anrui..." She began, clenching the undergarment in her fist. "It's one thing to be an innocent person, but it is another entirely to act it." She grinned, showing her perfect, white teeth- that, to Sydney just then, looked sharp and almost animal-like. "...We all know you're not at all what you act like. You think we haven't seen the bruises...?" Her voice lowered to a hiss. "...You're a whore, Anrui. You sell your body on the streets to older men, just like those tan-faced bimbos who all sit in the corner of the room at lunch, and then sneak ciggarettes between classes-- And then..." She paused for a moment, her eyes flashing. "...You feel so bad about it afterwards that you slice your own flesh open with a razor blade."

Sydney reeled backwards like she'd been smacked. No, no... they had it all wrong... She glanced around in desparation once again, only to see that a crowd had gathered around them-- and had witnessed the entire spectical.

"...You're disgusting, Sydney Anrui." Sayo finnished, abrubtly dropping Sydney's bra into the mud, and then driving her foot into it, just as she had with her blouse. "...And now... I'm not the only one who knows it." Sayo glanced up at her fellow classmates who had gathered 'round, and gave them all a challenging stare. "If anyone so much as says a word of this to a teacher, then I can assure you... you will regret it."

The scene fell eerily quiet, at that moment. And then, Sydney's classmates backed away slowly, and retreated back into the locker-room, like they hadn't seen a thing.

Sydney dropped to her hands-and-knees, unable to stop the fresh stream of tears that flowed down her cheeks.

Sayo stepped past her without a word, just as the rest of them had-- immediately forgetting all about the raven-haired 15 year old who she'd left alone to sob into the dirt.

The bell chimed, signaling for the students who stayed late studying in the library to leave for the evening.

Sydney had retreated back into the locker-room after her classmates had left, and had found the contents of her bag poured out onto the floor-- her change-purse, which had contained all of her money, was no-where to be found.

She picked up her soiled blouse from the floor, and slowly stepped over to the sink with it. Just as she was about to lather some soap onto it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror-

Her face was scuffed with dirt, and her cheeks were horribly tearsained. The left-side of her face where she'd been struck looked slightly puffy, and red.

Sydney felt her eyes well up with tears once again, but she swiped at them quickly with her sleeve.

Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to just get out of there-- and be back home, with her mother and, of corse, Impmon.

She hurriedly went to her now-dented locker, and pulled out her skirt. She tugged it on over her legs and buttoned it, then pulled on the dirty blouse anyway- she didn't care how she looked now, she just wanted to hurry home. She then hurriedly shoved her belongings back into her bag, and went to grab her blazer-jacket from the coathangers-- but, it wasn't there. She paused for a moment, and then, deciding it wasn't that important, reached for her shoes in her cubby hole-- but, they were not there, either.

Sydney heasitated. lowering her head a little. "They're gone.."

Deciding to tough it out, she'd left the school for home- Sans-shoes, and sans-jacket. Her arms kept firmly crossed over her chest, she tried to ignore the odd looks she got from people as she passed. Sydney kept telling herself that things couldn't possibly get any worse-- but, it appeared someone out there seemed determined to prove her wrong...

A loud clap of thunder startled her out of her thoughts, and just as she glanced up into the sky, a rather harsh downpour started.

For a moment, she just stood there, as the rain soaked ther through. People were scrambling for cover all around her, the sounds of the city just then seemed to rise to almost a deafening level. Then, in a sudden burst of speed she took off at a run, not caring- or perhaps not even noticing- that the rain stung at her eyes, and the pavement hurt her feet.

Back at the Anrui's residence, the purple-demon digimon, Impmon, waited for the return of his partner.

"She sure is late..." He mused aloud, glancing up at the clock. He bit down on his bottom lip with his sharp little fangs, wondering what the best thing would be to do. "I guess I could wait a little longer..." He turned and moved to go sit back down on the couch, but his tail twitched impatiently. "..Or.." He glanced at the door a second time. "..What if somethin' happened to her?" He paused momentarily, before stomping over to the door "Aw hell, i'm goin' out to look for 'er..!" He grasped the doorhandle in his crimson-gloved hand, and threw it open.

What he saw before him at that moment, was almost unrecognizable.

There she stood, Sydney, his tamer--- drenched from head-to-toe from the rain, shoe-less, jacket-less, and it even appeared- bra-less.

He could do nothing but gawk for a moment, unable to even comprehend in his mind what he was seeing. "S-Syd... What...?"

"Impy.." She stared back, equally silent for what seemed like an eternity, before dropping to her knees and throwing her frail arms around him, wracked in the sobs she'd been holding back.