Tamed Instincts
Prologue
"Tell me more, Kazeyu-san," smiles a Salamon. "Tell me more about the prophecy."
The old Elecmon grins. "Very well, child."
It is the ending of the story of old, the apocalypse of the digital world. Two chimera-gods will bring their endless conflict to the heaven itself.
"But there was already Kimeramon, Milleniumon, and...." The Salamon seems unwilling to finish.
"Yes. They are not the chimeras. The time draws near, however."
The Harmonious Ones, with the aid of the first Chosen, sealed away the powers of darkness. Except they found an avatar in the first of the angels.
"The angels?"
"Kishi, give an old mon time. Of the Chosen, only a few are angels. And angels can be found amid the two classes of Chosen: the Tamer, and the Digidestined."
"But how would I know an angel?" asks Kishi.
"It is difficult, but there is one attribute I can never forget--*" A glowing red spear protrudes from Kazeyu's chest.
Kazeyu falls.
"Kazeyu-san!" cries Kishi.
"An angel's eyes...are clear. Now run, child. Don't let this beast find them." Kazeyu dies.
Trembling, Kishi has no alternative but to flee her mentor's killer.
==
[Behold, our city. Yes, my koibito, it is the culmination of my dreams. And I need only you to rule at my side.
[My beloved. Do not fight anymore. Submit to your fate, to my embrace...yield to the darkness.]
:: Are you trying to take my soul? ::
[Innocent as ever, my lover. I don't merely want your soul. I want your mind. I want your delicious body, a work of art that is a sight to behold and even more wondrous to the touch. I want your smile; I want the light that dances in your evening sky eyes, and all of that for me.
[I want you, Ken. I want you to be mine. Come into the darkness, and embrace me for what I am.]
:: But I don't want you. I don't even know you. ::
[Do not deny me, Ken. There's no use hiding from me.]
A blond youth appears behind Ken, and pulls him into a sensuous kiss before Ken can defend himself. Ken becomes drunk with sheer pleasure, struggling to resist the other male's enticements.
The blond boy's hands drift beneath Ken's shirt, teasing the bare skin underneath while he continues to kiss Ken.
The boy's lips smile on Ken's. [You are mine, Ken-koi. It's only a matter of time.
[Yes, you are mine...Ken. Ken...Ken....]
==
"Ken." Mrs. Ichijouji gently shakes her son's shoulder. "Come on, honey; it's time for school."
"Ai shiteru, yaro," Ken moans wearily, basically still asleep. "Kisama, you have me."
"Ken?" His mother steps back as though Ken nearly electrocuted her. "Ken, wake up."
Ken slowly focuses, noting his mother's bewildered expression.
"Mama...?" Ken gasps. "Gomen. Gomen nasai. Dreaming, mama."
"It's all right, Ken. My main worry is that you'll be late for school."
"School. Tamaishi High. I'd better shower." Ken's lithe, athletic form stretches a moment to yawn, then leaves the room.
"He's been like this for a week," notes Minomon.
"Hai. It's anxiety." Mrs. Ichijouji removes the bedsheets. "And adolescence," she adds with a sigh.
"What's that again?"
"It's like digivolving for humans, only a lot slower."
"Does that make you sad?"
"A little. But you're happy at the same time."
==
"Ichijouji Ken, age fourteen. Highest grade of the junior stage graduates," smiles a dark-haired girl in glasses.
"It'll take a lot of discipline for me, Noriko," smiles Iori.
"And you have plenty of discipline. I'm so excited for myself, though.
"This year, I get to assist in teaching the kindergarten classes."
"All part of your ultimate goal of world domination?"
"Of course."
The two students laugh, sharing an inside joke.
"Hello, Noriko; Iori. You're both new faces," smiles a blond youth in glasses.
Noriko turns around and gazes at the youth wide-eyed. "It's...you're Neo Saiba."
"Yes."
"How do you know our names?" asks Iori.
"I know this entire school; there's very little that escapes my notice.
"And I can't wait to see Ken all grown-up."
"Here's your chance," says Iori, watching Ken walk towards them.
Ken walks past them. "Excuse me."
"Hello, Ken," grins Noriko.
"Hello-Noriko? You're here this year?" Ken smiles.
"Yeah; this school has the best instructor jukan prep courses, plus my dad got a new job."
"As for me," adds Iori, "I got the grades, so I commute."
"Iori?" Ken blinks a moment. "Congratulations, welcome! I don't...you could have told me.
"I wouldn't feel so nervous...." Ken trails off, eyeing the bemused Neo.
"Is anything the matter?" smiles Neo.
"No...I just thought for a moment...thought I met you before."
"Good memory, Ken. I was a classmate of your late brother's. You were younger then.
"Just in case you forgot my name," adds Neo with a smile, "I'm Neo Saiba."
"Ken Ichijouji." Ken returns the bow. "Have to head to class."
"You're in my class. And we've got a few minutes since you're new; why don't I show you around?"
Ken and Neo walk off.
Iori scrutinizes the pair. ** I have an odd feeling about Neo. Like...I've met him before.
** Looking at those two is like a picture and it's photonegative. *
Prologue
"Tell me more, Kazeyu-san," smiles a Salamon. "Tell me more about the prophecy."
The old Elecmon grins. "Very well, child."
It is the ending of the story of old, the apocalypse of the digital world. Two chimera-gods will bring their endless conflict to the heaven itself.
"But there was already Kimeramon, Milleniumon, and...." The Salamon seems unwilling to finish.
"Yes. They are not the chimeras. The time draws near, however."
The Harmonious Ones, with the aid of the first Chosen, sealed away the powers of darkness. Except they found an avatar in the first of the angels.
"The angels?"
"Kishi, give an old mon time. Of the Chosen, only a few are angels. And angels can be found amid the two classes of Chosen: the Tamer, and the Digidestined."
"But how would I know an angel?" asks Kishi.
"It is difficult, but there is one attribute I can never forget--*" A glowing red spear protrudes from Kazeyu's chest.
Kazeyu falls.
"Kazeyu-san!" cries Kishi.
"An angel's eyes...are clear. Now run, child. Don't let this beast find them." Kazeyu dies.
Trembling, Kishi has no alternative but to flee her mentor's killer.
==
[Behold, our city. Yes, my koibito, it is the culmination of my dreams. And I need only you to rule at my side.
[My beloved. Do not fight anymore. Submit to your fate, to my embrace...yield to the darkness.]
:: Are you trying to take my soul? ::
[Innocent as ever, my lover. I don't merely want your soul. I want your mind. I want your delicious body, a work of art that is a sight to behold and even more wondrous to the touch. I want your smile; I want the light that dances in your evening sky eyes, and all of that for me.
[I want you, Ken. I want you to be mine. Come into the darkness, and embrace me for what I am.]
:: But I don't want you. I don't even know you. ::
[Do not deny me, Ken. There's no use hiding from me.]
A blond youth appears behind Ken, and pulls him into a sensuous kiss before Ken can defend himself. Ken becomes drunk with sheer pleasure, struggling to resist the other male's enticements.
The blond boy's hands drift beneath Ken's shirt, teasing the bare skin underneath while he continues to kiss Ken.
The boy's lips smile on Ken's. [You are mine, Ken-koi. It's only a matter of time.
[Yes, you are mine...Ken. Ken...Ken....]
==
"Ken." Mrs. Ichijouji gently shakes her son's shoulder. "Come on, honey; it's time for school."
"Ai shiteru, yaro," Ken moans wearily, basically still asleep. "Kisama, you have me."
"Ken?" His mother steps back as though Ken nearly electrocuted her. "Ken, wake up."
Ken slowly focuses, noting his mother's bewildered expression.
"Mama...?" Ken gasps. "Gomen. Gomen nasai. Dreaming, mama."
"It's all right, Ken. My main worry is that you'll be late for school."
"School. Tamaishi High. I'd better shower." Ken's lithe, athletic form stretches a moment to yawn, then leaves the room.
"He's been like this for a week," notes Minomon.
"Hai. It's anxiety." Mrs. Ichijouji removes the bedsheets. "And adolescence," she adds with a sigh.
"What's that again?"
"It's like digivolving for humans, only a lot slower."
"Does that make you sad?"
"A little. But you're happy at the same time."
==
"Ichijouji Ken, age fourteen. Highest grade of the junior stage graduates," smiles a dark-haired girl in glasses.
"It'll take a lot of discipline for me, Noriko," smiles Iori.
"And you have plenty of discipline. I'm so excited for myself, though.
"This year, I get to assist in teaching the kindergarten classes."
"All part of your ultimate goal of world domination?"
"Of course."
The two students laugh, sharing an inside joke.
"Hello, Noriko; Iori. You're both new faces," smiles a blond youth in glasses.
Noriko turns around and gazes at the youth wide-eyed. "It's...you're Neo Saiba."
"Yes."
"How do you know our names?" asks Iori.
"I know this entire school; there's very little that escapes my notice.
"And I can't wait to see Ken all grown-up."
"Here's your chance," says Iori, watching Ken walk towards them.
Ken walks past them. "Excuse me."
"Hello, Ken," grins Noriko.
"Hello-Noriko? You're here this year?" Ken smiles.
"Yeah; this school has the best instructor jukan prep courses, plus my dad got a new job."
"As for me," adds Iori, "I got the grades, so I commute."
"Iori?" Ken blinks a moment. "Congratulations, welcome! I don't...you could have told me.
"I wouldn't feel so nervous...." Ken trails off, eyeing the bemused Neo.
"Is anything the matter?" smiles Neo.
"No...I just thought for a moment...thought I met you before."
"Good memory, Ken. I was a classmate of your late brother's. You were younger then.
"Just in case you forgot my name," adds Neo with a smile, "I'm Neo Saiba."
"Ken Ichijouji." Ken returns the bow. "Have to head to class."
"You're in my class. And we've got a few minutes since you're new; why don't I show you around?"
Ken and Neo walk off.
Iori scrutinizes the pair. ** I have an odd feeling about Neo. Like...I've met him before.
** Looking at those two is like a picture and it's photonegative. *