Disclaimer: ONE DAY, Digimon WILL be mine! But for now, it's not, and I don't own it, nor it's loveable characters.
A/N: Hey, how do you like the new name? I hate it, but I thought the old title was a bit too immature, so yeh, changed it. Uhmm, you shouldn't be suprised that Kouji has a bit of a potty mouth, and NO not like THAT. You sick freak. Dx JK! Still, that part doesn;t come in until later chapters. So, you can help me write chapter two when you REVIEW! Good or bad, I don't give a rats's ass. xD Enjoy!
Kouji's POV
Fuck love. Honestly, it's something I think can do without. No, scratch that. Love is something I can do without. It is a sick, twisted emotion that should have never been created and introuduced to this pathetic world. Now before you start calling me a selfish, cold-hearted, bastard(and I've been called everything in the book, and I don't give shit, so go ahead.), at least listen to listen to what I have to say.
I am Minamoto Kouji.
I'm fifteen years old.
I'm gay.
I have a horrilbe temper(so people say).
And to top things off, I've fucked my twin brother.
I'm sure this all sounds sick to you. Yet I don't give a rat's ass about what you think. And so you wonder, "What is wrong with this kid?" and now I shall explain. Have you ever been in love? Okay, seriously. STOP LAUGHING. Anyway, getting to my point. There was this..."special someone". I loved him. ALOT. I had spent several months thinking about him. Somehow, he was always in my thoughts. When he was around, I was happy, and yet so nervous. He was the first to give me that "butterfiles in my stomach" feeling. His soft, brown, ruffled hair, those beautiful, dark-brown eyes, and his sexy smile. He was perfect. A close friend that I had known for three years, and I had fallen for him. Takuya Kanbara. Our school's soccer captain, had a good sense of humor, he was slutty whore, a bit slow-minded, but he was the nicest guy you'd ever meet. Of course I fell in love with him. Wouldn't you?
So, our eigth grade year was half way over. It's when I noticed Takuya and I started to hang out more. Before school, lunch time, we talked alot during class, after school, and he came over to my house, ONCE. And it wasn't before long he finally told me, in class, written in a sloppy-folded note. "I think I like you." At first, I was completely shocked. Then I grew upset. All this time, he liked me back. And I held it in, and tried to get over this school girl crush. I thought, "He's straight, you're not. It'll never work out." But I was right. I was so right. Of course I'm not done yet with my little sick, love-life story, so grab a seat, and stay awhile.