Title: Deletion
Chapter: One
Couples: Kenmi | Miyakeru | Daikari | Sorato
Notes: Chapter one. Yeah. Uh-huh. Oh, and for the sake of this fanfic, PLEASE read "Holes in the Heart" as soon as possible. And pretend Hawkmon is female. Hawkmon LOOKS female, at least to me…and another thing. I've tried to focus on the Digimon's relationships as well as the human relationships. (For example, Wormmon and Palmon, Stingmon and Lillymon [poor Togemon is all alone…]; Buimon and Gatomon, Freidramon and Neferatimon [*&.^*] ) If I've failed, flame me. ;}
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DELETION
ONE-NEVER MORE
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Palmon ran.
Blood, thick and clotting, dripped from a gash in her forehead, staining the forest's earth beneath her feet, cactus-like arms brushing the soil roughly. Eyes wide with fear, pulse trembling and weak, she moved through the underbrush, a dark voice whispering in her mind.
[[Deletion. Deletion. Deletion.]]
Whimpering fearfully, she tripped over a root and fell into the mud, grinding her face into it.
[[Deletion.]]
"Stop," she whispered softly.
A glowing light caught her eye. "A television portal?" her voice was weak and strained.
Dragging herself to it, she hit a button, turning the portal on. The screen mutely asked for a destination.
Blearily, she mumbled, "Anywhere."
*
"Kuso," Daisuke growled angrily, slamming his fist into his locker, indenting it slightly. Scowling, he shook the reddened knuckles, his tan skin darkening from the pressure. Sticking the knuckle in the most pain into his mouth, he groaned and glanced at his math test again. "75 again…Kami-sama, Mom is gonna KILL me…"
"Dai-chan, where are you?"
He glanced up sharply and pulled his hand away from his mouth, waving with one arm and stuffing the test into a deep pocket with a wide grin. "Hey, 'Kari-chan! Over here!"
The brunette smiled and dodged through the crowd of the hallway, making it over to his side. Linking her arm through his, she kissed him quickly on the cheek. "Missed you, Dai-chan," she murmured and he turned red.
"It's only been two periods!"
She nodded, quickly. Almost too quickly.
Sensing something deeper, Daisuke gently led her out of the school building and to the park bench luckily situated nearby.
"What's wrong, 'Kari?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around hers.
She hesitated briefly, a teardrop glistening in one eye. "You remember when we fought Apocalymon…right?" Hikari began softly.
He nodded this time, uncertain of where she was going.
"I…you…we…thought I was dead. I…I've been having nightmares recently."
The teardrop slid silently down her pale cheek and he understood in a flash of realization.
"I'm scared, Daisuke. What if there's still evil out there? It's like you said, 'Digimon are never really dead.' What if Apocalymon's still…alive?"
He cupped her chin with one hand and lifted it towards him. Winking, he said sweetly, "Apocalymon isn't a Digimon. It's a crazed virus that thinks it's a digital monster. 'Sides, if he DOES come back, I'll kick his forsaken ass for you, deal?"
She choked on a laugh-slash-sob and hugged him. Rocking her soothingly, he wove the fingers of one hand in her short brown hair. "Deal, Dai-chan," she whispered, smiling distantly. "Deal."
"Okay, now that THAT'S over, we're off to pick up ol' Ken-boy and the Meems, right?"
Hikari laughed and stood, pulling him to his feet. "Hai, Daisuke. Shall we?"
"Oh-ho-HO. We SHALL."
*
"Takeruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
Miyako shrieked, closing her eyes tightly shut and giggling uncontrollably, the blonde boy tickling her stomach happily. "Say 'Aishiteru, Takeru-chan' and I might stop," he whispered mischieviously in her ear and she convulsed with laughter, unable to gasp out any reply whatsoever.
Iori rolled his green eyes and returned to tinkering with a model airplane. "I can't stand it," he muttered darkly, keeping his anger in check. Those two were disgusting…
"I don't get it," Patamon wrinkled his tiny nose. "Why is Takeru tickling Miyako?"
Hawkmon preened her feathers momentarily. "I haven't a clue," she replied innocently and Armadimon would have raised an eyebrow if he had had one.
"Will you two stop that?" Iori finally exploded and Takeru ceased his attack on Miyako, the two teens looking up from their compromising positions; Takeru leaning over the girl, her shirt wrinkled and pulled up a bit. "It's…sick!"
There was moment of silence. "You heard the man," Miyako told Takeru. "Stop tickling me."
He sighed in obvious disappointment, then a slow, sinister smile spread across his face. Leaning closer to Miyako, both of their eyes beginning to close slowly, he answered with, "If I can't tickle you…then I suppose I should kiss you, ne?"
"Oh, that's even sicker," Iori grumbled, averting his eyes as the two kissed deeply.
Patamon began backing away from a dewy eyed Hawkmon.
*
"So the dentist goes, 'Screw Erica!' and the pimp replies, 'Do we have enough time?' "
Sora groaned and slugged Yamato playfully and he pretended to be injured gravely, his hand falling limply onto her face. She blanched and gagged playfully. "Someone needs a bath!" she declared, head still in his lap, visiting him on a date at his admittedly messy apartment.
He grinned teasingly.
"Are you gonna wash me, Mommy?" he asked in a sing-song voice and Sora turned bright red.
"Yama-chaaaaaan!" she complained, crossing her arms huffily. "Can't we have one decent conversation without your sexual innuendo?" she whined in addition.
He thought for a moment. "Oh…" He leaned closer to her face, strands of his gold hair tickling her nose, "I dunno. You're the one who brought up baths. I think you enjoy it."
Sighing with deep aggravation, fake of course, she kissed him gently, then bit his lip sharply.
"OW!!"
"Hentai," she informed him, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and blowing him a kiss as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. He dabbed at his slightly bleeding lip with one finger, looking up with admiration shining in his teasing blue eyes.
"You bit me." His tone was wondering.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course I did, you lu-"
He lunged toward her, pinning her on her back to the couch. Stooping his head to kiss her, Yamato paused briefly. "I like it," he whispered, catching her mouth in a burning kiss that lasted for several minutes. Wrenching his mouth away, he noticed the dazed look in her eyes and the goofy smile forming lopsidedly on her face. "And I think you do, too," he continued, clicking the lamp off and starting the kiss again.
After a few moments, Sora said sleepily, "Yama-chan?"
"Hai, Sora-chan?"
"Get off me. No sex before marriage."
"Damn your morals."
*
Ken hastily typed away at his Digi-vice's miniscule keyboard, the e-mail addressed to Mimi and explaining why he was unable to meet her, Daisuke, and Hikari for ice cream sodas that afternoon.
It mainly had something to do with the fact that a bleeding, delirious digital monster had appeared without warning in his room, cursing at something that wasn't there and fainting on Wormmon.
Clicking the send button with a smug finality, he was startled to receive an incoming message at the same time.
[[Hello, Ken of Kindness.]]
'What the hell?' he thought, exotic ocean eyes narrowing.
[[This is the creature with no name. Tachikawa Mimi of Sincerity has been deleted.]]
His eyes widened and his heart froze in his chest.
[[Deletion is final. She has become lost information.]]
"Mimi…" He touched the screen with the fingertips of one hand, unbelieving.
[[To recover her data-file, you and the other Chosen Children must come to me. You will know where to look. End Message.]]
Boiling rage exploded inside of his body and he swept his arm across the table, sending the digital device into the wall, the force of the blow cracking plaster off of the wall.
"DAMN IT!!"
*
End File.
*
Chapter: One
Couples: Kenmi | Miyakeru | Daikari | Sorato
Notes: Chapter one. Yeah. Uh-huh. Oh, and for the sake of this fanfic, PLEASE read "Holes in the Heart" as soon as possible. And pretend Hawkmon is female. Hawkmon LOOKS female, at least to me…and another thing. I've tried to focus on the Digimon's relationships as well as the human relationships. (For example, Wormmon and Palmon, Stingmon and Lillymon [poor Togemon is all alone…]; Buimon and Gatomon, Freidramon and Neferatimon [*&.^*] ) If I've failed, flame me. ;}
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DELETION
ONE-NEVER MORE
*
Palmon ran.
Blood, thick and clotting, dripped from a gash in her forehead, staining the forest's earth beneath her feet, cactus-like arms brushing the soil roughly. Eyes wide with fear, pulse trembling and weak, she moved through the underbrush, a dark voice whispering in her mind.
[[Deletion. Deletion. Deletion.]]
Whimpering fearfully, she tripped over a root and fell into the mud, grinding her face into it.
[[Deletion.]]
"Stop," she whispered softly.
A glowing light caught her eye. "A television portal?" her voice was weak and strained.
Dragging herself to it, she hit a button, turning the portal on. The screen mutely asked for a destination.
Blearily, she mumbled, "Anywhere."
*
"Kuso," Daisuke growled angrily, slamming his fist into his locker, indenting it slightly. Scowling, he shook the reddened knuckles, his tan skin darkening from the pressure. Sticking the knuckle in the most pain into his mouth, he groaned and glanced at his math test again. "75 again…Kami-sama, Mom is gonna KILL me…"
"Dai-chan, where are you?"
He glanced up sharply and pulled his hand away from his mouth, waving with one arm and stuffing the test into a deep pocket with a wide grin. "Hey, 'Kari-chan! Over here!"
The brunette smiled and dodged through the crowd of the hallway, making it over to his side. Linking her arm through his, she kissed him quickly on the cheek. "Missed you, Dai-chan," she murmured and he turned red.
"It's only been two periods!"
She nodded, quickly. Almost too quickly.
Sensing something deeper, Daisuke gently led her out of the school building and to the park bench luckily situated nearby.
"What's wrong, 'Kari?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around hers.
She hesitated briefly, a teardrop glistening in one eye. "You remember when we fought Apocalymon…right?" Hikari began softly.
He nodded this time, uncertain of where she was going.
"I…you…we…thought I was dead. I…I've been having nightmares recently."
The teardrop slid silently down her pale cheek and he understood in a flash of realization.
"I'm scared, Daisuke. What if there's still evil out there? It's like you said, 'Digimon are never really dead.' What if Apocalymon's still…alive?"
He cupped her chin with one hand and lifted it towards him. Winking, he said sweetly, "Apocalymon isn't a Digimon. It's a crazed virus that thinks it's a digital monster. 'Sides, if he DOES come back, I'll kick his forsaken ass for you, deal?"
She choked on a laugh-slash-sob and hugged him. Rocking her soothingly, he wove the fingers of one hand in her short brown hair. "Deal, Dai-chan," she whispered, smiling distantly. "Deal."
"Okay, now that THAT'S over, we're off to pick up ol' Ken-boy and the Meems, right?"
Hikari laughed and stood, pulling him to his feet. "Hai, Daisuke. Shall we?"
"Oh-ho-HO. We SHALL."
*
"Takeruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
Miyako shrieked, closing her eyes tightly shut and giggling uncontrollably, the blonde boy tickling her stomach happily. "Say 'Aishiteru, Takeru-chan' and I might stop," he whispered mischieviously in her ear and she convulsed with laughter, unable to gasp out any reply whatsoever.
Iori rolled his green eyes and returned to tinkering with a model airplane. "I can't stand it," he muttered darkly, keeping his anger in check. Those two were disgusting…
"I don't get it," Patamon wrinkled his tiny nose. "Why is Takeru tickling Miyako?"
Hawkmon preened her feathers momentarily. "I haven't a clue," she replied innocently and Armadimon would have raised an eyebrow if he had had one.
"Will you two stop that?" Iori finally exploded and Takeru ceased his attack on Miyako, the two teens looking up from their compromising positions; Takeru leaning over the girl, her shirt wrinkled and pulled up a bit. "It's…sick!"
There was moment of silence. "You heard the man," Miyako told Takeru. "Stop tickling me."
He sighed in obvious disappointment, then a slow, sinister smile spread across his face. Leaning closer to Miyako, both of their eyes beginning to close slowly, he answered with, "If I can't tickle you…then I suppose I should kiss you, ne?"
"Oh, that's even sicker," Iori grumbled, averting his eyes as the two kissed deeply.
Patamon began backing away from a dewy eyed Hawkmon.
*
"So the dentist goes, 'Screw Erica!' and the pimp replies, 'Do we have enough time?' "
Sora groaned and slugged Yamato playfully and he pretended to be injured gravely, his hand falling limply onto her face. She blanched and gagged playfully. "Someone needs a bath!" she declared, head still in his lap, visiting him on a date at his admittedly messy apartment.
He grinned teasingly.
"Are you gonna wash me, Mommy?" he asked in a sing-song voice and Sora turned bright red.
"Yama-chaaaaaan!" she complained, crossing her arms huffily. "Can't we have one decent conversation without your sexual innuendo?" she whined in addition.
He thought for a moment. "Oh…" He leaned closer to her face, strands of his gold hair tickling her nose, "I dunno. You're the one who brought up baths. I think you enjoy it."
Sighing with deep aggravation, fake of course, she kissed him gently, then bit his lip sharply.
"OW!!"
"Hentai," she informed him, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and blowing him a kiss as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. He dabbed at his slightly bleeding lip with one finger, looking up with admiration shining in his teasing blue eyes.
"You bit me." His tone was wondering.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course I did, you lu-"
He lunged toward her, pinning her on her back to the couch. Stooping his head to kiss her, Yamato paused briefly. "I like it," he whispered, catching her mouth in a burning kiss that lasted for several minutes. Wrenching his mouth away, he noticed the dazed look in her eyes and the goofy smile forming lopsidedly on her face. "And I think you do, too," he continued, clicking the lamp off and starting the kiss again.
After a few moments, Sora said sleepily, "Yama-chan?"
"Hai, Sora-chan?"
"Get off me. No sex before marriage."
"Damn your morals."
*
Ken hastily typed away at his Digi-vice's miniscule keyboard, the e-mail addressed to Mimi and explaining why he was unable to meet her, Daisuke, and Hikari for ice cream sodas that afternoon.
It mainly had something to do with the fact that a bleeding, delirious digital monster had appeared without warning in his room, cursing at something that wasn't there and fainting on Wormmon.
Clicking the send button with a smug finality, he was startled to receive an incoming message at the same time.
[[Hello, Ken of Kindness.]]
'What the hell?' he thought, exotic ocean eyes narrowing.
[[This is the creature with no name. Tachikawa Mimi of Sincerity has been deleted.]]
His eyes widened and his heart froze in his chest.
[[Deletion is final. She has become lost information.]]
"Mimi…" He touched the screen with the fingertips of one hand, unbelieving.
[[To recover her data-file, you and the other Chosen Children must come to me. You will know where to look. End Message.]]
Boiling rage exploded inside of his body and he swept his arm across the table, sending the digital device into the wall, the force of the blow cracking plaster off of the wall.
"DAMN IT!!"
*
End File.
*