Note: Okay. It's time for chapter two of 'My One and Only.' The first chapter was short, compared to what I normally write, so this one may satisfy people a bit more. Hopefully the beginning was to everyone's liking, excluding the fact of how… horribly sad it may have been. This chapter will fill in some things I left out, and have explanations. Including why the heck Kouji would go to a place like that. ;) Oh, and this style of writing is a new one for me, so sorry if it's a bit bad.
Reviewers:
Dannys-girl-im-taken - I have to agree. Poor Takuya. And fluff? How could I go without? Though you may have to wait a bit longer for it. Thanks!
Dragi – Is this soon enough for your liking? And thanks a bunch!
Celestra – *nods* It's very sad how that happens; and though it may be and over-used excuse, I do feel that showing real life situations such as this in a story, fictional or not, is important. It's sad how the real world works sometimes. Thanks for the review.
My One and Only, chapter 2
By: Zoleth
Day 76,
It's hard to keep track of how long it's been since I was putdown here. I haven't seen real sunlight in months, and time isn't really something we worry about. The 'boss' said that he's going to give us clocks so we know when to be 'ready'. Kami, I know that I wasn't perfect, but do I – does anyone – deserve this? I never cried much in my life… never. I was too proud. But what do I have to be proud about now? I have nothing.
Sure, I have some new friends. Hell, who wouldn't become friends with people you lived in a basement with for months? But they are all as broken as I feel. I tell myself every night that the cops will be coming. That some guy who came here got mad at Burol and turned him in, and that I'd get out of here soon. But after so long of telling myself that, it's hard to believe.
I've got some regular 'clients' now. Maybe that's something to be proud about. That some people want me enough to actually come back to me. Unlike some who don't even want to see me…not all of them are bad. Sometimes they don't even do anything to me, just sit on the bed and talk like I'm some shrink. And when they do stuff, it isn't rough or anything… gods, I can't believe I just wrote that…
I'm not sure if it is just me, or the rest of the world that is going crazy. More than likely just me, but I like to tell myself that it is the whole world – makes me feel better. I'm not too sure when it all started, but for years now my life has been like a dream. Me, just sitting down for the ride while everything passes me by. Maybe it's the fact that once in my life I meant something – I did some good, had unbelievable adventures… and now I'm a normal person, without any twenty foot-tall monsters with huge hammers attacking me at random.
So, call me an addict if you want. Not my fault I was chosen to save a few worlds, and then get back for dinner. I'm thankful for what happened… but why did it have to be taken away from us. Put a bunch of kids in an environment that they learn to love, then throw them out of it.
Not that I'm not grateful. I learned I had a brother, made friends for the first time in my life, and got rid of an ice-cold attitude. Not like any of it matters, though. That didn't really last long. Only a few years. I once again have that ice-cold attitude and no friends.
I have my brother, though. And that's what matters, right? Family is all that you can trust. Well, most of the time. It's been years since I spoke to any of my old friends that I made in the Digital world. Kouichi updates me on how they are doing sometimes, but that's about all I find out about them. I'm different from them. I don't need friends to betray me. Not like he did.
He just disappeared after the day he told me he liked me, and good riddance. I don't need a friend like that. I thought I had normal friends at once and then he goes and turns… like that. I didn't need friends before, and he showed me why. Sometimes I wonder though… what happened.
Arg! No, I don't care what happened to him. I don't need him. Kouji Minamoto needs no one. He doesn't worry for anyone but his brother who-
"Kouji!"
I blink and shake my head quickly, taking myself from my thoughts as I turn towards one Mr. Kenji Kamito. "What?" I practically spit out.
"You fuck! Get your money counted, cause we're almost there. Remember, it's 11,000 yen - I'll get it down to 9,000 for ya, since my uncle owns the place. Just remember to hook me up with that guy you know about those converters, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah… just drive." I mutter while I pull out my wallet. Kenji is a 'jack of all trades.' He's the one at school who can get you whatever you want. I work with him sometimes. Not with schoolwork, of course. Tonight he has decided to take me to what he calls the 'fun house.' It's really a whorehouse, from what he told me. Normally I wouldn't step near the place, but right now I don't care. It's too late for me to back down, anyway. If I do, I'll have a crowd of guys with guns after me. So I'll just go with it. It's a fuck anyway, isn't it?
Okay, so I'm still a virgin. But hell, I can't not do this. Maybe I'll only go so far with the bitch. Oh, idiot's speaking again…
"… you're lucky. I told my uncle to save the best for ya. Trust me on that – I've tasted the merchandise, and there's no better one you can get. My first fuck, ya know. Even after a few years, he's still tight as you coul-"
"He?" My voice is colder than it was just a few minutes ago. Now, maybe I should have asked for a few more details before I agreed to this. He? Fuck.
"Yeah, he, you idiot. I told you that the place was a 'Boy Fun House' – that means they have boys. Nice ones, too. This one, his name-"
"I don't want to fucking know his name, and I'm not going to a male whore house!" I am a bit touchy on this subject.
"Hey, cool it. Not like there's much difference. You're the one who's going to be doing the fucking, not the bitch. It's all the same, really. Trust me, I'm not gay either. A good blowjob and fuck is hard to find, though. And trust me, he can give one. Just go with it. You'll like it." Okay, if this were one of those cheesy American cartoons, I'd have steam coming out of my ears. Before I can speak anymore, though, the car stops.
"Here we are, dude. Now come on, we gotta go around to the back. We're already late."
And thus, five minutes later, I find myself walking down a carpeted hallway, my only companion being the sounds of banging, moaning and light screams coming through the walls. This sickens me… but I do have to do it. Kenji is right, anyway. It'll be me doing the stuff. Not like I'm going to fall in love with a whore.
I stop at the door numbered A-9. My body stiffens as I reach to knock on the door. I hear movement inside after a few moments before the door swings open and I'm able to see into the dimly lit room. I step in, my eyes only briefly looking at the one who I paid for. Briefly because I don't want him to see the look of shock on my face.
He looks my age! Didn't Kenji say he'd been here for a few years? My mind is racing now. The kid must have been here since he was barely a teenager. His speaking interrupts my thoughts, "If you have any idea what you want, go ahead and tell me. It'll save some time." His voice is young, not real deep yet not high, either. Signs of puberty…
"Just do what you're paid to do and pleasure me, you whore." I answer with the first cold phrase that comes to mind. Shit. Why do I have to be such an ass? Well, it does come natural… I surpass a shiver as I feel his hand on my back. No. Don't like it…
He's quick, that's for sure. His hands are now touching me more than I've let anyone else touch me in years. My body stiffens and my eyes go slightly wide and his mouth covers my own. I get the first good look at his face – slender, tanned… my inspection halts as his eyes open, and my own lock with his own brown ones, tinted slightly red from the dim light. Those eyes…
I've seen those eyes before. I know those eyes so well. But… it can't be… I step back just as he does the same.
"Kouji?"
"Takuya!?"
I say his name just as he says mine. My God, I feel faint.
(ended)
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End of chapter?
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Am I that evil?
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Maybe…
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Maybe not.
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(continued)
"What are you doing here?" He's the one who speaks first, after what seemed like an eternity.
I don't answer for a few minutes, and he truly doesn't look like he wants an answer. In fact, he is looking more like a cornered rat by the second. I take the time to look him over. He's wearing little clothing – a pair of short, knee-high pants, a tee shirt that only covers his chest, exposing his finely toned sto… Okay, I did not just think that. My eyes move back to his face.
"I think that I should be asking you that question, Takuya." My voice holds no more surprise, like it did when I called his name. Instead, it cold again. I'm straining to keep it that way, yes. "After-all, I'm not the one who is working in a whore house."
I don't know where that came from. I really don't. I just… came. Just like Takuya's fist that is about to hit me…
Ouch.
Takuya can hit hard. Very hard. The sudden pain in my face is enough to prove that, and the point that I'm now on the ground. Even all my self-defense training couldn't have helped me dodge that. When I look back up, on hand cradling my chin, it's to see an angry Takuya with tears streaming down his face.
Endnote: I hope that chapter was to your liking. My plans are to have about five to six chapters. Hopefully I can make it that far and keep the story interesting. And though the fic is very sad right now, I promise that there will be a few happy moments. Happiness can't come without some pain and suffering, at least not in anything but the ideal world. Also, the chapters will get longer, just that these first two were sort of introductory.
I want to make this clear: I don't like any of the 'sad' situations I put these characters in. I can hardly believe that I can even write these situations myself, whether they are written bad or not. I thank all previous reviewers and hope for more. Until next update: Seeya!
I used a converter: It's roughly 100 US dollars.
I know, he shouldn't have a tan, but I'll get to that.
Zoleth's Random Digimon Rambling:
(Today's muses: Season popularity)
Heh-heh. I decided to take some muses of my own and place them at the bottom of my chapters – I'll have at least one to each of my stories, maybe more. I have muses on each theme I write about, and I want to get them out some way. What follows may be contradictory and you may not agree with it. If you don't, I ask that you keep any flaming of it away from the reviews. This has nothing to do with my stories, just my own thoughts that come while reading fanfiction and watching/reading about certain subjects.
Muses start here.
When Digimon first started it had one major competition; Pokemon. People often said one was a copy from the other, but those claims were beat down easily. The differences were too astounding to compare the two. After a few short months on air, Digimon became one of the favorites.
The first season was a spear head for the second, whose popularity started high and rose with a vengeance. Introduction of new, interesting characters to add to the old made many heads turn. The new situations were attractive and not over-done, as is seen in many animes such as digimon. By the time of the last few episodes of season two were coming around, Digimon's fan base was, to say the least, huge.
But with the last episodes of season two it was like an arrow through that same fan base. Bluntly, the characters who fans came to love were put into adulthood in two episodes, marking that the characters would not be used as main parts in future seasons. Not to mention the fact that few liked how their favorite characters ended up growing up. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. Quite a few fans practically turned their backs on digimon then and there, refusing the watch as new characters of season three were introduced.
That didn't mean all the fans were gone. Though many were, a lot stayed and watched as the Tamers had their own adventure. Popularity started to rise again, though it never quite made it to the point it was once at. With the fourth season, more fan were lost. Some gained. But even the adventures on Trailmon and Legendary Spirits could not get digimon to its old peak.
This was one of the reason digimon was then discontinued. But that was only on the TV – only on video. In the minds of the fans, digimon still lives. After season four ended, Digimon did not. It only began. Many of the fans that had stopped watching after season two started to watch episodes of the last two seasons. Many who hadn't seen any seasons started watching. Digimon's current fan base is unknown. It will stay like this indefinitely. But I can say that the fan base is as large as it was at the end of the fourth season, if not larger. Digimon fans are still out there, that much is easy to see just by looking at the fanfiction for this anime, most written after all four seasons were over, and though declining slightly, it is still coming.
Next time: Characters throughout the seasons.
