Moonlitmonk: Yay! =D I'm writing a Fanfiction... WITH PUPPYANGEL27!!! We started talking at my house, and in the car, and other random places, and we came to THIS!!! We're alternating chapters, so we'll try to remember to state who's writing which chapter. This one is, obviously, mine. Anywhoozle, I got a NEW ASSISTANTS!!! The Excel Saga cast! Excel, Hyatt, Ilpalazzo, Menchi, Nabeshin, Watanabe, Iwana, and Sumiyoshi!! Unfortunately, for this chapter, they're out getting coffee. SO, they'll be back on the next chapter I write.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of its characters. But, this story is THE PROPERTY OF MLM AND PA27!!! Steal it, and we beat the shit out of you with a bat. Now...on with our Fanfiction.
Ages:
Kouji- 14
Matt- 14
Davis- 14
TK- 13
Ayumi- 13
Orion- 13
Kari-12
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"Hurry and burn the houses! Bring all of the survivors to me!" the cold voice ordered sternly, causing the cavalry to storm into the peaceful village. Torches flew into wooden houses, bright flares sparking in them. Screams echoed throughout the now illuminated darkness, cries of pain accompanying the screams. The clang of swords rang loudly, the sounds of death following. Some tried to run, but failed, others just accepted their death, standing there with no intention of running away. A soldier pulled the barn door open, lured by the sounds of sobbing. There he saw a group of children, huddled together, trying to hide from the attack. The soldier did as he was told, grabbing the children with the aid of two other soldiers.
"These are the only survivors, sir," the soldier stated, throwing the children onto the ground, three of which were girls, four of which were boys. Boris, the king, looked upon them, all seven of them covered in soot and burns. He scoffed.
"Are these seriously the only survivors?" he snapped, glaring at the soldier, who nodded. Boris used his boot to lift the chin of one of the boys. Blue eyes, filled with hate, stared back at him, blonde hair, covered in charred spots, covering his left eye. Boris scoffed once again.
"These will have to do," he replied nonchalantly, returning to his carriage. The soldiers packed the children into a cage on wheels, which was pulled by a horse. Inside, the children huddled together on the floor, falling asleep. One of the boys, seemingly the oldest, said to the rest, "It'll be okay. I promise."
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"Ayumi, stop daydreaming!! We have work to do!" Orion cried, shaking her friend violently. Ayumi shook her head, straight black locks flapping about. Ayumi joined the two other maids in bustling about, preparing the feast for the King's banquet to be held that night.
"Sorry, Orion. I got caught up in another daydream..." Ayumi sighed, adding a miscellaneous ingredient to the stew she was currently cooking. Orion shook her head, smiling as she chopped up the dead halibut staring up at her.
"We all have daydreams," Orion stated, adding the halibut slices to the stew and removing several carrots from the assorted ingredients sprawled out on the table. Ayumi shook her head, silently contradicting Orion's previous statement. Orion stopped dicing the carrot momentarily, raising her left eyebrow.
"Not as much as I do," Ayumi finished quietly, adding a leek to the mix. Orion stopped to consider this, placing her thumb and pointer finger on her chin. She removed it, raising both eyebrows.
"You have a point. But, then again, maybe if I knew what you were daydreaming about, then I could help you," she retorted, placing her hands on her hips. Ayumi rolled her eyes, stirring the large pot of stew when Kari intruded.
"We just want to know what you daydream about! You never tell us, and it gets annoying," she said calmly, pulling the goose out of the fire. Ayumi tossed her hands up, her piercing green eyes filled with annoyance.
"Fine. I keep remembering the day we got captured, all right? Does that fill in any blanks? Hm?" she fumed, returning to her stirring. Kari and Orion blinked, nodding.
"I know you hate being a slave here, but it's better than being dead," Kari lied, trying to better the situation in any way possible. No one responded, the other two ignoring the last statement as they returned to their work. Truth be told, death seemed welcoming. Boris and the nobles had proceeded to 'Relieve Stress' when needed on the three girls, all three having found themselves being felt up by Boris himself in the pantry closet more than once.
"The stew's finished and I've done my job. I'm going to go see what the guys are up to in the stables. Come meet us when you're finished," Ayumi stated in a monotone voice, walking out the door that lead to the courtyard. She knew Kari was lying to make her feel better, but it didn't. She sighed, looking at the stone benches that lined a circular path around the large fountain. She often found herself sitting out here when she needed to think. She sat upon the stone bench to her right, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The fountain made its gentle noise, making it a perfect scene for relaxing and thinking. She stared into the water as it arched in several different directions, splashing into the water around it.
'Nine years,' she thought, 'we've been slaves for nine years.' It was nine years ago that their village had been stormed, and they were the only survivors, brought to Boris's kingdom as slaves. She sighed, standing up. Looking to the sky, she walked on towards the stables where Matt, Kouji, TK, and Davis worked. A delicate breeze blew her hair about, her bangs finally leaving their place in front of her eyes. She arrived at the stables, walking inside to find Davis brushing a black horse, Midnight, carefully.
"Hi, Davis," Ayumi greeted, smiling softly. Davis spun around, coming face to face with her, his brown eyes meeting her green eyes. Davis smiled stupidly.
"Hey," he replied, placing his hands behind his head. She went to hug her close friend, but backed away, holding her nose and waving her hand in front of her face. Davis raised his right eyebrow, giving her a questionable look.
"What?" he asked suspiciously, placing his hands on his hips. Ayumi shook her head, signaling for him to stay where he was. Davis blinked, utterly confused at Ayumi's strange behavior. She finally spoke up.
"You smell like horse poo," she explained, sounding nasal to do the fact she was still holding her nose. Davis looked at Ayumi exasperatedly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh, and I suppose you'd smell like fresh cut roses when YOU'D been working around horses all day, neh?" he said sardonically, shaking his fist at her. At that moment, Kari bustled in, taking hold of Ayumi's arm. Davis blinked, a confused look on his face once more.
"Ayumi and I are needed to clean Boris's chamber pot," Kari explained disgustedly, dragging Ayumi out of the stable. Kari and Ayumi entered the kitchen, where Orion was busy working on the sushi for the banquet. They entered a narrow corridor, which lead to the entrance hall, which was filled with other servants decorating the entrance hall for the banquet. They marched up the stairs and to the right, ending up at a large oak door with intricate carvings assorted across it. Kari's tender hands pulled one of the golden doorknobs, twisting it open, allowing herself and Ayumi to enter. In the corner of the room, there was a golden pot, which was, obviously, the chamber pot. Kari walked over, peering inside.
"Ick!!" she shrieked, retching. Ayumi strode to Kari's side, also looking into the chamber pot. The smell was enough to gag a maggot, but the sight was enough to kill an infant if dropped into the vile pot.
"Ew... EW!!!" both girls cried in unison, picking up the chamber pot and carrying it over to the window to dump it out. Unfortunately, Boris's unmade bed was directly next to their path. Ayumi lost her footing, which sent her and Kari tumbling to the ground, which in turn spilled feces all over Boris's bed.
"Crud... We're SO screwed!!" Ayumi was set on automatic panic mode, one wrong slip and she freaked. Quickly, she grabbed Kari's arm and ran, ran as fast as she could back to the stables.
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MLM: YES, IT'S SHORT. Got a problem with that? -Pulls out remote and presses button- HAHA!!! This will signal Sosuke Sagara to attack flamers with an Armslave!!! HAHAHAH!!! Laughs insanely
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of its characters. But, this story is THE PROPERTY OF MLM AND PA27!!! Steal it, and we beat the shit out of you with a bat. Now...on with our Fanfiction.
Ages:
Kouji- 14
Matt- 14
Davis- 14
TK- 13
Ayumi- 13
Orion- 13
Kari-12
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"Hurry and burn the houses! Bring all of the survivors to me!" the cold voice ordered sternly, causing the cavalry to storm into the peaceful village. Torches flew into wooden houses, bright flares sparking in them. Screams echoed throughout the now illuminated darkness, cries of pain accompanying the screams. The clang of swords rang loudly, the sounds of death following. Some tried to run, but failed, others just accepted their death, standing there with no intention of running away. A soldier pulled the barn door open, lured by the sounds of sobbing. There he saw a group of children, huddled together, trying to hide from the attack. The soldier did as he was told, grabbing the children with the aid of two other soldiers.
"These are the only survivors, sir," the soldier stated, throwing the children onto the ground, three of which were girls, four of which were boys. Boris, the king, looked upon them, all seven of them covered in soot and burns. He scoffed.
"Are these seriously the only survivors?" he snapped, glaring at the soldier, who nodded. Boris used his boot to lift the chin of one of the boys. Blue eyes, filled with hate, stared back at him, blonde hair, covered in charred spots, covering his left eye. Boris scoffed once again.
"These will have to do," he replied nonchalantly, returning to his carriage. The soldiers packed the children into a cage on wheels, which was pulled by a horse. Inside, the children huddled together on the floor, falling asleep. One of the boys, seemingly the oldest, said to the rest, "It'll be okay. I promise."
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"Ayumi, stop daydreaming!! We have work to do!" Orion cried, shaking her friend violently. Ayumi shook her head, straight black locks flapping about. Ayumi joined the two other maids in bustling about, preparing the feast for the King's banquet to be held that night.
"Sorry, Orion. I got caught up in another daydream..." Ayumi sighed, adding a miscellaneous ingredient to the stew she was currently cooking. Orion shook her head, smiling as she chopped up the dead halibut staring up at her.
"We all have daydreams," Orion stated, adding the halibut slices to the stew and removing several carrots from the assorted ingredients sprawled out on the table. Ayumi shook her head, silently contradicting Orion's previous statement. Orion stopped dicing the carrot momentarily, raising her left eyebrow.
"Not as much as I do," Ayumi finished quietly, adding a leek to the mix. Orion stopped to consider this, placing her thumb and pointer finger on her chin. She removed it, raising both eyebrows.
"You have a point. But, then again, maybe if I knew what you were daydreaming about, then I could help you," she retorted, placing her hands on her hips. Ayumi rolled her eyes, stirring the large pot of stew when Kari intruded.
"We just want to know what you daydream about! You never tell us, and it gets annoying," she said calmly, pulling the goose out of the fire. Ayumi tossed her hands up, her piercing green eyes filled with annoyance.
"Fine. I keep remembering the day we got captured, all right? Does that fill in any blanks? Hm?" she fumed, returning to her stirring. Kari and Orion blinked, nodding.
"I know you hate being a slave here, but it's better than being dead," Kari lied, trying to better the situation in any way possible. No one responded, the other two ignoring the last statement as they returned to their work. Truth be told, death seemed welcoming. Boris and the nobles had proceeded to 'Relieve Stress' when needed on the three girls, all three having found themselves being felt up by Boris himself in the pantry closet more than once.
"The stew's finished and I've done my job. I'm going to go see what the guys are up to in the stables. Come meet us when you're finished," Ayumi stated in a monotone voice, walking out the door that lead to the courtyard. She knew Kari was lying to make her feel better, but it didn't. She sighed, looking at the stone benches that lined a circular path around the large fountain. She often found herself sitting out here when she needed to think. She sat upon the stone bench to her right, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The fountain made its gentle noise, making it a perfect scene for relaxing and thinking. She stared into the water as it arched in several different directions, splashing into the water around it.
'Nine years,' she thought, 'we've been slaves for nine years.' It was nine years ago that their village had been stormed, and they were the only survivors, brought to Boris's kingdom as slaves. She sighed, standing up. Looking to the sky, she walked on towards the stables where Matt, Kouji, TK, and Davis worked. A delicate breeze blew her hair about, her bangs finally leaving their place in front of her eyes. She arrived at the stables, walking inside to find Davis brushing a black horse, Midnight, carefully.
"Hi, Davis," Ayumi greeted, smiling softly. Davis spun around, coming face to face with her, his brown eyes meeting her green eyes. Davis smiled stupidly.
"Hey," he replied, placing his hands behind his head. She went to hug her close friend, but backed away, holding her nose and waving her hand in front of her face. Davis raised his right eyebrow, giving her a questionable look.
"What?" he asked suspiciously, placing his hands on his hips. Ayumi shook her head, signaling for him to stay where he was. Davis blinked, utterly confused at Ayumi's strange behavior. She finally spoke up.
"You smell like horse poo," she explained, sounding nasal to do the fact she was still holding her nose. Davis looked at Ayumi exasperatedly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh, and I suppose you'd smell like fresh cut roses when YOU'D been working around horses all day, neh?" he said sardonically, shaking his fist at her. At that moment, Kari bustled in, taking hold of Ayumi's arm. Davis blinked, a confused look on his face once more.
"Ayumi and I are needed to clean Boris's chamber pot," Kari explained disgustedly, dragging Ayumi out of the stable. Kari and Ayumi entered the kitchen, where Orion was busy working on the sushi for the banquet. They entered a narrow corridor, which lead to the entrance hall, which was filled with other servants decorating the entrance hall for the banquet. They marched up the stairs and to the right, ending up at a large oak door with intricate carvings assorted across it. Kari's tender hands pulled one of the golden doorknobs, twisting it open, allowing herself and Ayumi to enter. In the corner of the room, there was a golden pot, which was, obviously, the chamber pot. Kari walked over, peering inside.
"Ick!!" she shrieked, retching. Ayumi strode to Kari's side, also looking into the chamber pot. The smell was enough to gag a maggot, but the sight was enough to kill an infant if dropped into the vile pot.
"Ew... EW!!!" both girls cried in unison, picking up the chamber pot and carrying it over to the window to dump it out. Unfortunately, Boris's unmade bed was directly next to their path. Ayumi lost her footing, which sent her and Kari tumbling to the ground, which in turn spilled feces all over Boris's bed.
"Crud... We're SO screwed!!" Ayumi was set on automatic panic mode, one wrong slip and she freaked. Quickly, she grabbed Kari's arm and ran, ran as fast as she could back to the stables.
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MLM: YES, IT'S SHORT. Got a problem with that? -Pulls out remote and presses button- HAHA!!! This will signal Sosuke Sagara to attack flamers with an Armslave!!! HAHAHAH!!! Laughs insanely