Right then. Here's another part to my miserable excuse for a fic. By
the way, I am looking for someone to co-write this piece of junk with me.
Doing it by myself is starting to give me a permanent migraine.....
D/C: I don't own one little bit of Digimon. Those lucky bastards at
Saban do. Yasano, Semokomon and all ensueing forms do however belong
to my sick twisted sadistic self.
It was mid-day, Izzy is typing away at his lap top as usual.
The rest of the digidestined are loafing about with nothing to do. All
the Dark Masters were gone so they had no evil digimon to deal with.
They were all so bored that even Mimi was itching for a fight.
All of a sudden Izzy cried out, "E-mail from Gennai!! This
could mean something to do!!" Everyone started crowding around Izzy and
his computer. "So what's it say Izzy?" asked Matt. TK, with Kari clinging
to his side, chimed in "Yeah what's it say?" Izzy noticeably annoyed
snapped back at them, "Shut up for a minute and maybe I'll tell you!"
Once everyone had quited down quieted down Izzy read the mail
to them. "Gennai says that there is a Ninth Digidestined and that he's
already in our vicinity.... He also says we have to find him as soon as
possible and then bring the child to see him." Tai immediately started
issueing orders and Matt immidiately started contradicting him, but TK
kicked him in the shin and he shut up pretty quick. Tai started stating
his plan once Matt had been silenced. "I say we all take our Digimon and
go our separate ways looking for this kid. After a day of looking we all
come back here and report." Everyone was too bored to argue and just went
off in a different direction with their digimon like Tai said.
Yasano was running. He didn't know where, and he didn't particularly
care either. As long as he got away from that freaky bird......
Alright here's where I got stuck once again. Anyone who wants to help
out and become a co-writer, email me at titanepyon360@aol.com Or make
a review with your email and state your idea fors my little fic.
Whoever sounds the most agreeable, gets the position.
the way, I am looking for someone to co-write this piece of junk with me.
Doing it by myself is starting to give me a permanent migraine.....
D/C: I don't own one little bit of Digimon. Those lucky bastards at
Saban do. Yasano, Semokomon and all ensueing forms do however belong
to my sick twisted sadistic self.
It was mid-day, Izzy is typing away at his lap top as usual.
The rest of the digidestined are loafing about with nothing to do. All
the Dark Masters were gone so they had no evil digimon to deal with.
They were all so bored that even Mimi was itching for a fight.
All of a sudden Izzy cried out, "E-mail from Gennai!! This
could mean something to do!!" Everyone started crowding around Izzy and
his computer. "So what's it say Izzy?" asked Matt. TK, with Kari clinging
to his side, chimed in "Yeah what's it say?" Izzy noticeably annoyed
snapped back at them, "Shut up for a minute and maybe I'll tell you!"
Once everyone had quited down quieted down Izzy read the mail
to them. "Gennai says that there is a Ninth Digidestined and that he's
already in our vicinity.... He also says we have to find him as soon as
possible and then bring the child to see him." Tai immediately started
issueing orders and Matt immidiately started contradicting him, but TK
kicked him in the shin and he shut up pretty quick. Tai started stating
his plan once Matt had been silenced. "I say we all take our Digimon and
go our separate ways looking for this kid. After a day of looking we all
come back here and report." Everyone was too bored to argue and just went
off in a different direction with their digimon like Tai said.
Yasano was running. He didn't know where, and he didn't particularly
care either. As long as he got away from that freaky bird......
Alright here's where I got stuck once again. Anyone who wants to help
out and become a co-writer, email me at titanepyon360@aol.com Or make
a review with your email and state your idea fors my little fic.
Whoever sounds the most agreeable, gets the position.