Mind of an Empress
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Serendipity
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All right, everyone, typical warning-type thing. Digimon and all affiliated characters do not belong to me. I'm not even positive who does...some rich Japanese people do. Alexandra and Maria belong to ME! Do not use them without my permission, please, or I'll be very upset. Um, next point is that this story will contain YAOI. Which means a m/m relationship (quite a few, actually). If this is against your morals, if you find it sick or if you simply don't like it, do not continue reading. I am wearing flame-retardant clothing over here, so I can ignore any flame you throw at me. And so on and so forth. Additional note: this fic is rated PG13 early on, but will get rather uncomfortable in later chapters because Alexandra is not a nice or particularly forgiving person. She delights in human suffering, so later chapters will be stuffed to the brim with angst, torture and the like. Arigatou.
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This story follows an unusual timeline in that 02 never happened, but all of the characters from it exist and interact with the Digidestined. Confused? You will be. You will be (Long live George Lucas and his multimillion dollar movie industry). They in fact will be involved significantly in the story. And, since this occurs after 01, I'll provide ages for the characters.
Kamiya Taichi-20 Kamiya Hikari-16
Ishida Yamato-20 Taikashi Takeru-16
Izumi Koushiro-19 Motomiya Daisuke-16
Kido Jyou-24 Inoue Miyako-15
Takenouchi Sora-19 Hida Iori-14
Tachikawa Mimi-21 Ichijouji Ken-17
My final note is that most places in America I use are real, and most researched by long association with them (Including the fact that the Albany Airport is international because it flies to Canada as well as NYC). So please bear with me on this. Now, finally, onward.
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Upstate New York had always been somewhat of a joke among the people from the city. There wasn't much there but suburbs and landmarks. But that had changed when Tetra, Inc. placed its main headquarters in the suburbs of Albany. The corporation was a multibillion-dollar business, and known throughout the world, it had produced the world's most effective operating system, and was known for unheard-of applications of the newest technology. Reports and articles occasionally came out, and the papers covered the philanthropic doings of the CEO, Alexandra Bonjears, and although products came out at times, the actual workings of the company were secret. And on a different note, the international crime ring headed by a mysterious figure known only as The Reine extended operations into Japan during the time that the American branch of Tetra, Inc. began recruiting employees from around the world.
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Izumi Koushiro smiled as he stepped off the plane.
"Welcome to Albany International Airport. Please travel to the baggage claim to find your carry-ons." Koushiro wondered briefly why he had to fly into an international airport from Des Moines, but moved towards the baggage claim area where he could see a man holding a sign that read "Izumi." He marched over and sighed. The man was about 6 feet tall, with a heavy build and small glasses. The man smiled at Koushiro.
"Ah, you must be Koushiro Izumi. Come with me. You don't have much baggage, I see." Koushiro grinned.
"I've flown too much to let myself get bogged down with baggage claims," he muttered. The man made an effort to grin, but abandoned it.
"Yeah, well, we'll get you to, uh, let's see, oh-that Tetra building down in Niskayuna. You must be working for them, huh?" Koushiro, following the man through the concourses, nodded. "Well, anyway, I'll bet you're a little confused with Americans in general, and probably the language, too. You shouldn't worry too much, though. Alexandra Bonjears, although she runs a multibillion-dollar company, is on speaking relationships with most employees, and she herself is a linguist and a cultural researcher. She's a real nice lady, goes to my church. But I'm digressing. I bet you miss some of your friends back home by now, huh?" Koushiro responded again with just a nod, thining a little mournfully about one person he'd left behind. He'd never really gotten out of his shell, his shield, to tell that person about his affection. Neither of them had exactly been the type to take risks; Koushiro had often wished he'd gotten the crest of Courage. "Hello, Mr. Izumi?" Koushiro was startled from his reverie.
"Huh-what?"
"We're at the cab." Koushiro gave a weak smile and slipped in.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about-"
"Your first love. I understand. Separated for an indefinate period from her-"
"Him." Koushiro wasn't thinking when he corrected the cab driver, but tried in vain to correct the slip of the tongue. "I-I-I-meant-" He was broken off by a chuckle.
"All Americans aren't vicious homophobes, Mr. Izumi. And besides, as long as you pay me, I don't care if you're a voodoo priest." Koushiro smiled weakly.
"I-uh-good."
"So what's he like?" Koushiro's eyes seemed to melt, and his voice became softer as he spoke.
"He has the most beautiful blue hair, and he's just so cute when he's insecure..."
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"Welcome to Tetra, Inc, Mr. Izumi." Alexandra Bonjears was an athletic, medium-height woman with long black hair and pale skin. Her eyes reminded Koushiro of a mood ring, since they seemed to change color constantly. At the moment, they were a calm green. He recognized a French accent in her fluent English, and held out his hand.
"Thank you, Alex-san," he murmured. She frowned slightly, and then grinned.
"No need to be so formal, Koushiro. You can call me Alex-chan, if you wish." She paused as a blond woman hurried in, dropping a pile of papers on Alexandra's desk. The woman's eyes were a deep blue, and she was very slender. In fact, Koushiro found himself thinking, she looked a lot like Yamato. She turned to Alexandra.
"Alex, honey, Roger and I are going out to dinner tonight; do you think the operation can run without me?" The French woman smiled faintly.
"Certainly, Maria. However, right now I'm planning on acquainting Koushiro here with the workings of the company." As Alexandra led Koushiro from the office, Maria happened to notice a small electronic device sitting on the desk.
"Hm. Looks like a pager or something," she muttered. But as she moved the electronic past Alexandra's computer, the device beeped and glowed. She froze, and looked down. "What in the world?"
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Tetra, Inc, was situated in the small town of Niskayuna, and had been built under an unusual principle. Alexandra Bonjears, an environmentally-conscious woman, had refused to tear up land for the sake of her company. She had obtained a special zoning waiver, and had bought the land of her neighbors, but only buying the land 15 feet under and downward. Therefore the Tetra building was a vast underground complex only accessible through a lawyer's office on Union Street. So it was that Mimi Tachikawa knew exactly where to wait for Koushiro that day. She was on a caffiene high, and had been driving for twelve hours from New York City. So she couldn'y resist herself, and tackled Koushiro as he stepped from the building.
"Aaughh! Who the-Mimi?" She grinned, reveling in the shocked expression the red-haired boy gave her.
"Of course, Koushiro-chan, it's me. And I have to say, your English is very good." Koushiro blushed a little.
"Arigatou, Mimi-chan. I-had to practice it before I came to weork here." She grinned at him.
"Well, I've been out of touch with all of you, so would you like to go get some coffee with me?" Koushiro looked at her twitching hands, and frowned.
"How about some decaf for you, ne?"
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"And how about Takeru and Hikari? Are those two dating yet?" Koushiro looked over at the woman, astonished that she had drunk four more cups of coffee and still hadn't gone completely wacko.
"Actually, they tried dating, but it was just too weird, like dating their siblings or something." Mimi's face fell.
"Ohh, I always thought those two would be so cute together." Koushiro laughed.
"They still do; they're still best friends, and closer than most, anyway." Mimi smiled sadly, her eyes wistful.
"Koushiro-chan, do you ever miss the Digiworld?" He looked over at her with a reflection of her expression.
"Yeah; I miss Tentomon a lot. In fact, I still have my Digivice right with-where is it?" His face twisted in anguish as he realized that somehow, he had lost his inly possible contact to the Digital World.
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Artifex42 was the name of one of the two greatest computer geniuses in the world. This hacker was able to connect to, alter or destroy even the most heavily-guarded computers and websites. Artifec42 was untracable, unfindable, never linking from the same place. And yet this genius, this master of programming and hacking, was stumped. The hacker turned to her boss, and gave the bad news.
"The information is completely inaccessible. It won't respond to passwords, bypaths, or any of my other methods. It seems to be a door with a certain key that interfaces with the computer. I would suppose there's an electronic device somewhere that you can use to activate the site, but I just-" A wave of the shadow's hand cut her off.
"Do you have any idea what the site could be? If it is not practical or germane to our purposes, then we may abandon it." Artifex42 shook her head.
"The site seems to house a huge schematic, probably of a space station or the like. But whatever it is, I'm sure that we should get a hold of it."
"Fine. Keep working. If you find an answer, contact me immediately." Artifex42 looked after the retreating figure, and then glanced to a small metal object in her hand. She had not actually been researching the website she had to have been hacking, but rather studying the workings of the device. At first, she had thought the device was some sort of personal organizer, but then she had found the programming, and had come to a much different conclusion. The metal in her hand was a near-exact replica of the device, and she was playing out a hunch. She held it near the computer, and...
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Betsunimon was one of the most feared of Digimon in the Digital World. However, she had been in hibernation for hundreds of years. And now she awoke. Saikikkumon was shaking her awake. Turning up, she saw the form of the athletic, powerful psychic Digimon standing over her.
"This better be important," she growled, standing up slowly. The green eyes of Saikikumon glowed happily as she leaned to Betsunimon's ear.
"I have felt her here. SHE will follow soon. You know what that means, don't you?" The eyes of the black-colored Digimon shifted from a dark brown to a deep violet, and she smiled for the first time in her existence.
"Excellent."
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There we go. Part one. There's hints, aren't there? It'll get more intense later on, with angst, fluff, torment, torture, psychological manipulation, and whatnot and so forth. So please enjoy and looks out for the next part.
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Serendipity
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All right, everyone, typical warning-type thing. Digimon and all affiliated characters do not belong to me. I'm not even positive who does...some rich Japanese people do. Alexandra and Maria belong to ME! Do not use them without my permission, please, or I'll be very upset. Um, next point is that this story will contain YAOI. Which means a m/m relationship (quite a few, actually). If this is against your morals, if you find it sick or if you simply don't like it, do not continue reading. I am wearing flame-retardant clothing over here, so I can ignore any flame you throw at me. And so on and so forth. Additional note: this fic is rated PG13 early on, but will get rather uncomfortable in later chapters because Alexandra is not a nice or particularly forgiving person. She delights in human suffering, so later chapters will be stuffed to the brim with angst, torture and the like. Arigatou.
* * *
This story follows an unusual timeline in that 02 never happened, but all of the characters from it exist and interact with the Digidestined. Confused? You will be. You will be (Long live George Lucas and his multimillion dollar movie industry). They in fact will be involved significantly in the story. And, since this occurs after 01, I'll provide ages for the characters.
Kamiya Taichi-20 Kamiya Hikari-16
Ishida Yamato-20 Taikashi Takeru-16
Izumi Koushiro-19 Motomiya Daisuke-16
Kido Jyou-24 Inoue Miyako-15
Takenouchi Sora-19 Hida Iori-14
Tachikawa Mimi-21 Ichijouji Ken-17
My final note is that most places in America I use are real, and most researched by long association with them (Including the fact that the Albany Airport is international because it flies to Canada as well as NYC). So please bear with me on this. Now, finally, onward.
* * *
Upstate New York had always been somewhat of a joke among the people from the city. There wasn't much there but suburbs and landmarks. But that had changed when Tetra, Inc. placed its main headquarters in the suburbs of Albany. The corporation was a multibillion-dollar business, and known throughout the world, it had produced the world's most effective operating system, and was known for unheard-of applications of the newest technology. Reports and articles occasionally came out, and the papers covered the philanthropic doings of the CEO, Alexandra Bonjears, and although products came out at times, the actual workings of the company were secret. And on a different note, the international crime ring headed by a mysterious figure known only as The Reine extended operations into Japan during the time that the American branch of Tetra, Inc. began recruiting employees from around the world.
* * *
Izumi Koushiro smiled as he stepped off the plane.
"Welcome to Albany International Airport. Please travel to the baggage claim to find your carry-ons." Koushiro wondered briefly why he had to fly into an international airport from Des Moines, but moved towards the baggage claim area where he could see a man holding a sign that read "Izumi." He marched over and sighed. The man was about 6 feet tall, with a heavy build and small glasses. The man smiled at Koushiro.
"Ah, you must be Koushiro Izumi. Come with me. You don't have much baggage, I see." Koushiro grinned.
"I've flown too much to let myself get bogged down with baggage claims," he muttered. The man made an effort to grin, but abandoned it.
"Yeah, well, we'll get you to, uh, let's see, oh-that Tetra building down in Niskayuna. You must be working for them, huh?" Koushiro, following the man through the concourses, nodded. "Well, anyway, I'll bet you're a little confused with Americans in general, and probably the language, too. You shouldn't worry too much, though. Alexandra Bonjears, although she runs a multibillion-dollar company, is on speaking relationships with most employees, and she herself is a linguist and a cultural researcher. She's a real nice lady, goes to my church. But I'm digressing. I bet you miss some of your friends back home by now, huh?" Koushiro responded again with just a nod, thining a little mournfully about one person he'd left behind. He'd never really gotten out of his shell, his shield, to tell that person about his affection. Neither of them had exactly been the type to take risks; Koushiro had often wished he'd gotten the crest of Courage. "Hello, Mr. Izumi?" Koushiro was startled from his reverie.
"Huh-what?"
"We're at the cab." Koushiro gave a weak smile and slipped in.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about-"
"Your first love. I understand. Separated for an indefinate period from her-"
"Him." Koushiro wasn't thinking when he corrected the cab driver, but tried in vain to correct the slip of the tongue. "I-I-I-meant-" He was broken off by a chuckle.
"All Americans aren't vicious homophobes, Mr. Izumi. And besides, as long as you pay me, I don't care if you're a voodoo priest." Koushiro smiled weakly.
"I-uh-good."
"So what's he like?" Koushiro's eyes seemed to melt, and his voice became softer as he spoke.
"He has the most beautiful blue hair, and he's just so cute when he's insecure..."
* * *
"Welcome to Tetra, Inc, Mr. Izumi." Alexandra Bonjears was an athletic, medium-height woman with long black hair and pale skin. Her eyes reminded Koushiro of a mood ring, since they seemed to change color constantly. At the moment, they were a calm green. He recognized a French accent in her fluent English, and held out his hand.
"Thank you, Alex-san," he murmured. She frowned slightly, and then grinned.
"No need to be so formal, Koushiro. You can call me Alex-chan, if you wish." She paused as a blond woman hurried in, dropping a pile of papers on Alexandra's desk. The woman's eyes were a deep blue, and she was very slender. In fact, Koushiro found himself thinking, she looked a lot like Yamato. She turned to Alexandra.
"Alex, honey, Roger and I are going out to dinner tonight; do you think the operation can run without me?" The French woman smiled faintly.
"Certainly, Maria. However, right now I'm planning on acquainting Koushiro here with the workings of the company." As Alexandra led Koushiro from the office, Maria happened to notice a small electronic device sitting on the desk.
"Hm. Looks like a pager or something," she muttered. But as she moved the electronic past Alexandra's computer, the device beeped and glowed. She froze, and looked down. "What in the world?"
* * *
Tetra, Inc, was situated in the small town of Niskayuna, and had been built under an unusual principle. Alexandra Bonjears, an environmentally-conscious woman, had refused to tear up land for the sake of her company. She had obtained a special zoning waiver, and had bought the land of her neighbors, but only buying the land 15 feet under and downward. Therefore the Tetra building was a vast underground complex only accessible through a lawyer's office on Union Street. So it was that Mimi Tachikawa knew exactly where to wait for Koushiro that day. She was on a caffiene high, and had been driving for twelve hours from New York City. So she couldn'y resist herself, and tackled Koushiro as he stepped from the building.
"Aaughh! Who the-Mimi?" She grinned, reveling in the shocked expression the red-haired boy gave her.
"Of course, Koushiro-chan, it's me. And I have to say, your English is very good." Koushiro blushed a little.
"Arigatou, Mimi-chan. I-had to practice it before I came to weork here." She grinned at him.
"Well, I've been out of touch with all of you, so would you like to go get some coffee with me?" Koushiro looked at her twitching hands, and frowned.
"How about some decaf for you, ne?"
* * *
"And how about Takeru and Hikari? Are those two dating yet?" Koushiro looked over at the woman, astonished that she had drunk four more cups of coffee and still hadn't gone completely wacko.
"Actually, they tried dating, but it was just too weird, like dating their siblings or something." Mimi's face fell.
"Ohh, I always thought those two would be so cute together." Koushiro laughed.
"They still do; they're still best friends, and closer than most, anyway." Mimi smiled sadly, her eyes wistful.
"Koushiro-chan, do you ever miss the Digiworld?" He looked over at her with a reflection of her expression.
"Yeah; I miss Tentomon a lot. In fact, I still have my Digivice right with-where is it?" His face twisted in anguish as he realized that somehow, he had lost his inly possible contact to the Digital World.
* * *
Artifex42 was the name of one of the two greatest computer geniuses in the world. This hacker was able to connect to, alter or destroy even the most heavily-guarded computers and websites. Artifec42 was untracable, unfindable, never linking from the same place. And yet this genius, this master of programming and hacking, was stumped. The hacker turned to her boss, and gave the bad news.
"The information is completely inaccessible. It won't respond to passwords, bypaths, or any of my other methods. It seems to be a door with a certain key that interfaces with the computer. I would suppose there's an electronic device somewhere that you can use to activate the site, but I just-" A wave of the shadow's hand cut her off.
"Do you have any idea what the site could be? If it is not practical or germane to our purposes, then we may abandon it." Artifex42 shook her head.
"The site seems to house a huge schematic, probably of a space station or the like. But whatever it is, I'm sure that we should get a hold of it."
"Fine. Keep working. If you find an answer, contact me immediately." Artifex42 looked after the retreating figure, and then glanced to a small metal object in her hand. She had not actually been researching the website she had to have been hacking, but rather studying the workings of the device. At first, she had thought the device was some sort of personal organizer, but then she had found the programming, and had come to a much different conclusion. The metal in her hand was a near-exact replica of the device, and she was playing out a hunch. She held it near the computer, and...
* * *
Betsunimon was one of the most feared of Digimon in the Digital World. However, she had been in hibernation for hundreds of years. And now she awoke. Saikikkumon was shaking her awake. Turning up, she saw the form of the athletic, powerful psychic Digimon standing over her.
"This better be important," she growled, standing up slowly. The green eyes of Saikikumon glowed happily as she leaned to Betsunimon's ear.
"I have felt her here. SHE will follow soon. You know what that means, don't you?" The eyes of the black-colored Digimon shifted from a dark brown to a deep violet, and she smiled for the first time in her existence.
"Excellent."
* * *
There we go. Part one. There's hints, aren't there? It'll get more intense later on, with angst, fluff, torment, torture, psychological manipulation, and whatnot and so forth. So please enjoy and looks out for the next part.