~*~
"Dark Trine"
By Kyoko_Jyou
This is the second chapter. I accidentally errased the first one. I'll get it back soon.
~*~
Disclaimers: Same as the last chapter, and no; Toei did not sell me
Digimon- Digital Monsters for fifteen cents and a tootsie-pop, against popular
belief that they did.
Warning: Because I'm writing this as I go along, the maturity rating is still
pending. I am still pondering on my plot device options and there are many ways
this fanfic might go several ways near a NC-17 rating (or maybe it wont…
^_^*). It will all depend on your reviews so please review with questions,
suggestions, negative reactions, cruel intentions, and some blueberry
cheesecake.
~*~
Author's Note: For anybody who wonders where I get my genetics data, I
did the extra-credit research myself. It's part of the background work I'm doing
for another story I'm making. The research is entitled "Modified Genetic
Structure Reconfiguration Theory and Application for Fun and Profit". I'm still
working on the "Profit" part, though.
Oh yeah, this chapter is, like, the one where the trio gathers the elements
of their conquest so it's a three parter sleeper in one chapter. This is a bit of a
slow one, but please bare with it. It explains an awful lot.
~*~
Chapter Two: The Initiative for Conquest
~*~
A large sneakered foot struck the black-spotted white ball, tossing it off
the grassy earth and into a network of thick braided string, barely missing the
yellow-gloved hands of a brown-haired goalkeeper.
"Score!" Went the blue haired boy who had gotten the ball in, promptly
shifting gears, going on to perform his patented victory jig which was strangely
reminiscent to the Easter Chicken Dance.
A tall blonde boy approached him and gave him a high five.
"So I guess we win again! In your face Tai!"
The brown haired boy stood up and brushed his striped soccer shirt.
"Yeah, yeah don't rub it in."
The sun shone brightly atop the bright blue skies over Odaiba. It was a
weekend somewhere between Spring and Summer so the weather couldn't be
any fairer and the soccer field, any greener.
That afternoon, four friends decided to take to the soccer field beside
Odaiba University where a two-on-two soccer match had been taking place for
the last hour or so.
"Jyou, since when did you learn how to play soccer?" Yamato asked,
wrapping his arm around his team mate.
"Ken-san's been teaching me."
"Ken, huh? Well, you do remember that it was the dark seed that made
him… uh… moderately good at soccer in the first place." Daisuke interrupted,
trying to impose his athletic superiority… as usual.
"Well, seed or no seed, he must be a really good teacher. You're really
getting the hang of this game. Are you sure you're not allergic to the ball?" Tai
asked, kiddingly.
"What makes you think that I am?"
"Well, that was what you said the first time we asked you to play."
"Well I guess I'm not anymore."
Taichi looked at the grin on Jyou's face.
Or should I say, looked up at the grin on Jyou's face.
Something strange was with the aura of this guy for the past couple of
months. Something he can't exactly put into words. Something that, deep down,
made him fret.
Taichi only smirked back.
Yamato was still rubbing his victory into Daisuke's spiky-haired googled
head.
Jyou only towered above them all.
~*~
After another hour of mindless ball kicking and grass tumbling, they all
went for a quick shower in the communal bathrooms inside the university.
Nobody was there but them.
Jyou pulled out from his shirt, dripping in sweat.
"Not very bony anymore, are you?" Yamato asked.
"Guess not."
"Are you sure, you don't want me to hook you up with anybody. I know
lots of people who'd love to get their hands on a guy like you."
"Nah. Don't have the time, what with the Medicine thing and all."
"Oh… oh yeah."
They all went into the shower are and began to take a nice warm one.
The sound of shower water filled the air while steam covered the room,
making visibility almost zero percent.
Unbeknownst to Taichi, Dai, or Yamato, Jyou slipped into the fog and
drew a high-tech test tube from his back pack which sat on a desk and returned
to the showers. He popped the tube open and poured the liquid within into the
steam.
It was a ion-charged sulfuric acid solution, a nice little formula Jyou
cooked up in chemistry class.
"Owww… what's going on in here…"
"What the f*ck?"
Jyou stooped down to the tiled floor, where the shower water flowed to
into the… the… whatever (sorry, writer's block forces me to forget what you call
that thing where bath water goes).
After a few moments, he took the same test tube and poured in some of
the water… now tainted with human blood.
"Jyou? Jyou… get out of the shower! There's something wrong with the
steam!" He heard Yamato yell.
"I'm coming!"
Wrapping himself with a towel, he grabbed his backpack and raced for the
exit before he had been incurred enough wounds by the acid fog of his creation.
Outside, the three lied half naked on the floor, twisting in pain from the
minor burn-wounds which pockmarked their skin. Jyou reached down into his
backpack and drew some antibacterial fluid, ointment and some cotton buds.
He tended the three with his knowledge of medication, easing almost all
the pain.
"What the f*ck is going on in there?" Daisuke asked, regaining his
strenght.
"That was Sulfuric Acid…" Taichi commented. "Had some problem with it
in chemistry class before. I will never forget that smell…"
Jyou only nodded.
Yamato kept silent, his face bearing a few bloody splotches.
"Don't worry, it won't leave a scar…" The blue haired young man asured.
Taichi looked at him closely.
Something was definitely not right about his tall friend.
For one thing, he was the one exposed to the fog the longest… but he
barely flinched when he came out, as if he didn't mind. Jyou's body carried the
form of strong, sturdy musculature.
This alone gave Taichi a feeling of uneasiness- as if something was totally
not right with the way Jyou's changed. He didn't take his defeat by a noted geek
very lightly. And now that Jyou's been getting more date propositions than
Yamato… this was not right at all.
Something was definitely wrong.
~*~
He walked quickly after he got dressed.
Test tube in his pocket, his hair dripping wet.
His trenchcoat and blue locks flapping wildly in the wind (Okay, it was
sunny this morning. It's not anymore though. Change of mood.).
His wounds… gone…
His heart pounding, his grey eyes hidden in the glimmer of his old glasses.
His lips carved again in that enigmatic smile of his.
"Precious blood, giver of life,
Purveyor of Power, Mother of strife,
Give us your power, endow us your strenght,
And if we succeed we have genomes to thank…"
~*~
Meanwhile…
Koushiro sipped on his cup of coffee, watching the computer monitor
before him.
"That's very nice work, Mr. Izumi." A woman approached him. "Y'know, I
don't really think I've had a student as good as you."
"Thanks." Koushiro blushed slightly.
The young College Infometrics teacher watched over Izzy's back.
"Such a passion for the cybertronic arts. Such skill…"
"Uhm… I really don't think this would do well with our parent-teacher
relationship."
He felt the young woman touch his bushy auburn hair.
"I don't know. I think it would…"
Miss Sazuke was Koushiro's teacher, although their ages didn't differ too
much. She had been a child prodigy in her day, becoming an Infometrics
professor at an early age. Right now, though, Sazuke was the archtypical
temptress, seemingly falling for a boy who matched her brain-cell for brain-cell.
But Koushiro didn't notice her.
He just continued his programming.
"What are you doing, anyway?" Sazuke's voice quivered.
"Its… nothing really."
"Nothing? I've never seen such complex Turing-level AI algorithms. I…
I…"
Annoyed by her interference, Koushiro grabbed the mouse, saved his
work on a Zip diskette and turned the Computer off, leaving Sazuke without
saying goodbye.
The evening has fallen outside and Koushiro left for the Ichijouchi house…
but first, he took a detour and got something from home.
~*~
"Good evenining Mrs. Ichijouchi."
"Oh, it's you Koushiro. Do come in. Ken is inside his room with your friend
Jyou."
Koushiro nodded.
"Oh, and Koushiro, will you take these."
They were tuna sandwiches. They had lettuce (ooh… writer's block! My
head aches imagining all this stuff happening… every little stupid DETAIL!).
~*~
"Koushiro, how nice of you to join us."
"Yeah, yeah. I have it here. I finished it on the way."
"I didn't say anything." Ken said defensively.
"Didn't hafta. How about Jyou."
Jyou came out from the shadows, jiggling in his hands a see-through
phial.
"That's not what I think it is, is it?"
"Of course it's not. It's human blood!"
"Oh, I thought you chickened out and decided to con us with karo syrup
and water."
"Oh, it was an easy task. Of course I'd doubt you could have handled it."
Koushiro shrugged Jyou's remark.
"Well, I for one, am finished with my part of the bargain…"
Ken clicked a button on the screen and revealed an image of three
strange looking devices, one colored Black, another Gray and the other Orange.
"These, my friends, are our new digivices."
"Hey, why am I always the Orange one?"
"Sorry, it's your color."
Jyou inspected each.
"Nice, very nice. Polyurathane?"
"Like you ordered."
"Excellent."
"So everything is in order."
"What do you expect?"
Koushiro gave a cold smirk (everybody's been smiling lately, did ya
notice?).
"Then we begin the conquest."
"The sooner, the better… my brothers."
"Ken, don't call us that. It freaks me out!"
"Ooh… sorry…"
Jyou held the phial up high. Koushiro beheld his ultimate program. Ken
summoned the digivices from the digital world with a click of a button.
Then posing in a dark-trio style position… each laughed diabolically,
causing it to thunder in the background for no apperent reason.
~*~
*^_^* I know that wasn't at all too good, but I had a troublesome battle
with mental block. I promise to make up for lost interest in the next chapter.
Until then, please read and review.
"Dark Trine"
By Kyoko_Jyou
This is the second chapter. I accidentally errased the first one. I'll get it back soon.
~*~
Disclaimers: Same as the last chapter, and no; Toei did not sell me
Digimon- Digital Monsters for fifteen cents and a tootsie-pop, against popular
belief that they did.
Warning: Because I'm writing this as I go along, the maturity rating is still
pending. I am still pondering on my plot device options and there are many ways
this fanfic might go several ways near a NC-17 rating (or maybe it wont…
^_^*). It will all depend on your reviews so please review with questions,
suggestions, negative reactions, cruel intentions, and some blueberry
cheesecake.
~*~
Author's Note: For anybody who wonders where I get my genetics data, I
did the extra-credit research myself. It's part of the background work I'm doing
for another story I'm making. The research is entitled "Modified Genetic
Structure Reconfiguration Theory and Application for Fun and Profit". I'm still
working on the "Profit" part, though.
Oh yeah, this chapter is, like, the one where the trio gathers the elements
of their conquest so it's a three parter sleeper in one chapter. This is a bit of a
slow one, but please bare with it. It explains an awful lot.
~*~
Chapter Two: The Initiative for Conquest
~*~
A large sneakered foot struck the black-spotted white ball, tossing it off
the grassy earth and into a network of thick braided string, barely missing the
yellow-gloved hands of a brown-haired goalkeeper.
"Score!" Went the blue haired boy who had gotten the ball in, promptly
shifting gears, going on to perform his patented victory jig which was strangely
reminiscent to the Easter Chicken Dance.
A tall blonde boy approached him and gave him a high five.
"So I guess we win again! In your face Tai!"
The brown haired boy stood up and brushed his striped soccer shirt.
"Yeah, yeah don't rub it in."
The sun shone brightly atop the bright blue skies over Odaiba. It was a
weekend somewhere between Spring and Summer so the weather couldn't be
any fairer and the soccer field, any greener.
That afternoon, four friends decided to take to the soccer field beside
Odaiba University where a two-on-two soccer match had been taking place for
the last hour or so.
"Jyou, since when did you learn how to play soccer?" Yamato asked,
wrapping his arm around his team mate.
"Ken-san's been teaching me."
"Ken, huh? Well, you do remember that it was the dark seed that made
him… uh… moderately good at soccer in the first place." Daisuke interrupted,
trying to impose his athletic superiority… as usual.
"Well, seed or no seed, he must be a really good teacher. You're really
getting the hang of this game. Are you sure you're not allergic to the ball?" Tai
asked, kiddingly.
"What makes you think that I am?"
"Well, that was what you said the first time we asked you to play."
"Well I guess I'm not anymore."
Taichi looked at the grin on Jyou's face.
Or should I say, looked up at the grin on Jyou's face.
Something strange was with the aura of this guy for the past couple of
months. Something he can't exactly put into words. Something that, deep down,
made him fret.
Taichi only smirked back.
Yamato was still rubbing his victory into Daisuke's spiky-haired googled
head.
Jyou only towered above them all.
~*~
After another hour of mindless ball kicking and grass tumbling, they all
went for a quick shower in the communal bathrooms inside the university.
Nobody was there but them.
Jyou pulled out from his shirt, dripping in sweat.
"Not very bony anymore, are you?" Yamato asked.
"Guess not."
"Are you sure, you don't want me to hook you up with anybody. I know
lots of people who'd love to get their hands on a guy like you."
"Nah. Don't have the time, what with the Medicine thing and all."
"Oh… oh yeah."
They all went into the shower are and began to take a nice warm one.
The sound of shower water filled the air while steam covered the room,
making visibility almost zero percent.
Unbeknownst to Taichi, Dai, or Yamato, Jyou slipped into the fog and
drew a high-tech test tube from his back pack which sat on a desk and returned
to the showers. He popped the tube open and poured the liquid within into the
steam.
It was a ion-charged sulfuric acid solution, a nice little formula Jyou
cooked up in chemistry class.
"Owww… what's going on in here…"
"What the f*ck?"
Jyou stooped down to the tiled floor, where the shower water flowed to
into the… the… whatever (sorry, writer's block forces me to forget what you call
that thing where bath water goes).
After a few moments, he took the same test tube and poured in some of
the water… now tainted with human blood.
"Jyou? Jyou… get out of the shower! There's something wrong with the
steam!" He heard Yamato yell.
"I'm coming!"
Wrapping himself with a towel, he grabbed his backpack and raced for the
exit before he had been incurred enough wounds by the acid fog of his creation.
Outside, the three lied half naked on the floor, twisting in pain from the
minor burn-wounds which pockmarked their skin. Jyou reached down into his
backpack and drew some antibacterial fluid, ointment and some cotton buds.
He tended the three with his knowledge of medication, easing almost all
the pain.
"What the f*ck is going on in there?" Daisuke asked, regaining his
strenght.
"That was Sulfuric Acid…" Taichi commented. "Had some problem with it
in chemistry class before. I will never forget that smell…"
Jyou only nodded.
Yamato kept silent, his face bearing a few bloody splotches.
"Don't worry, it won't leave a scar…" The blue haired young man asured.
Taichi looked at him closely.
Something was definitely not right about his tall friend.
For one thing, he was the one exposed to the fog the longest… but he
barely flinched when he came out, as if he didn't mind. Jyou's body carried the
form of strong, sturdy musculature.
This alone gave Taichi a feeling of uneasiness- as if something was totally
not right with the way Jyou's changed. He didn't take his defeat by a noted geek
very lightly. And now that Jyou's been getting more date propositions than
Yamato… this was not right at all.
Something was definitely wrong.
~*~
He walked quickly after he got dressed.
Test tube in his pocket, his hair dripping wet.
His trenchcoat and blue locks flapping wildly in the wind (Okay, it was
sunny this morning. It's not anymore though. Change of mood.).
His wounds… gone…
His heart pounding, his grey eyes hidden in the glimmer of his old glasses.
His lips carved again in that enigmatic smile of his.
"Precious blood, giver of life,
Purveyor of Power, Mother of strife,
Give us your power, endow us your strenght,
And if we succeed we have genomes to thank…"
~*~
Meanwhile…
Koushiro sipped on his cup of coffee, watching the computer monitor
before him.
"That's very nice work, Mr. Izumi." A woman approached him. "Y'know, I
don't really think I've had a student as good as you."
"Thanks." Koushiro blushed slightly.
The young College Infometrics teacher watched over Izzy's back.
"Such a passion for the cybertronic arts. Such skill…"
"Uhm… I really don't think this would do well with our parent-teacher
relationship."
He felt the young woman touch his bushy auburn hair.
"I don't know. I think it would…"
Miss Sazuke was Koushiro's teacher, although their ages didn't differ too
much. She had been a child prodigy in her day, becoming an Infometrics
professor at an early age. Right now, though, Sazuke was the archtypical
temptress, seemingly falling for a boy who matched her brain-cell for brain-cell.
But Koushiro didn't notice her.
He just continued his programming.
"What are you doing, anyway?" Sazuke's voice quivered.
"Its… nothing really."
"Nothing? I've never seen such complex Turing-level AI algorithms. I…
I…"
Annoyed by her interference, Koushiro grabbed the mouse, saved his
work on a Zip diskette and turned the Computer off, leaving Sazuke without
saying goodbye.
The evening has fallen outside and Koushiro left for the Ichijouchi house…
but first, he took a detour and got something from home.
~*~
"Good evenining Mrs. Ichijouchi."
"Oh, it's you Koushiro. Do come in. Ken is inside his room with your friend
Jyou."
Koushiro nodded.
"Oh, and Koushiro, will you take these."
They were tuna sandwiches. They had lettuce (ooh… writer's block! My
head aches imagining all this stuff happening… every little stupid DETAIL!).
~*~
"Koushiro, how nice of you to join us."
"Yeah, yeah. I have it here. I finished it on the way."
"I didn't say anything." Ken said defensively.
"Didn't hafta. How about Jyou."
Jyou came out from the shadows, jiggling in his hands a see-through
phial.
"That's not what I think it is, is it?"
"Of course it's not. It's human blood!"
"Oh, I thought you chickened out and decided to con us with karo syrup
and water."
"Oh, it was an easy task. Of course I'd doubt you could have handled it."
Koushiro shrugged Jyou's remark.
"Well, I for one, am finished with my part of the bargain…"
Ken clicked a button on the screen and revealed an image of three
strange looking devices, one colored Black, another Gray and the other Orange.
"These, my friends, are our new digivices."
"Hey, why am I always the Orange one?"
"Sorry, it's your color."
Jyou inspected each.
"Nice, very nice. Polyurathane?"
"Like you ordered."
"Excellent."
"So everything is in order."
"What do you expect?"
Koushiro gave a cold smirk (everybody's been smiling lately, did ya
notice?).
"Then we begin the conquest."
"The sooner, the better… my brothers."
"Ken, don't call us that. It freaks me out!"
"Ooh… sorry…"
Jyou held the phial up high. Koushiro beheld his ultimate program. Ken
summoned the digivices from the digital world with a click of a button.
Then posing in a dark-trio style position… each laughed diabolically,
causing it to thunder in the background for no apperent reason.
~*~
*^_^* I know that wasn't at all too good, but I had a troublesome battle
with mental block. I promise to make up for lost interest in the next chapter.
Until then, please read and review.