A/N & Disclaimer: I did not write this as you can probably tell. but hey
Who gives a fuck??!!!!? I hope you like this Zeemon wrote it.
Zeemon: Damn straight I did!!! You take too long!
I was on vacation!! I went to Flordia! It was really fun. I want everyone to know that chptr. 6 is in the works and will be up soon. I hope.
Zeemon: It better be!
Night fell upon London, the casual fog rolling in as the chill winds rattled through the city streets. Danae lay sleepless on the alabaster bed in her hotel room. Her mind was heavy with thoughts.... Thoughts about Katey. About America. Even about that snide boy that had stalked them about in the airport. Her face contorted into a look of indignation as the image of the
snobbish young man flowed into her mind. With his stupid little leather bomber jacket, and his stupid little round sunglasses, and his stupid little goatee! Well... the goatee was kind a... in an off-handed way... sort a... pleasant.... But he was still stupid! A haze of black velvety darkness roiled toward her bed, a contrast to the fair sheets that were spread over the mattress. The shadows writhed and took form, appearing as PicoZeemon on the side of her bed, his face dark, yet somehow concerned was muddled into his expression. "What's wrong, Danae?" The small, drab Digimon's voice was only slightly above a whisper as his amethyst eyes peered to the young woman.
Danae sighed.
"I dunna know, Zee," she murmured, not even looking down to him, her gaze drifting to the clear window that held view to the dull grayness of the city at night. "I think... oh, I don't know.... I think I'm worried about Katey. How shell handle all this... we havena even told her about the other DigiDestined... I'm still amazed she even came with us, after all that the poor girls been through. With the dark ocean and all, well I just hope she'll take tall in stride." She let off another small sigh, glancing down to the reserved Digimon, one thin eyebrow quirked inquisitively to him. "Well? What do ya think about it all, Zee? Been awful quiet... Not like you tall...." Danae let onto a meek smile, hoping to bring out a witty quip or retort from her Digimon, but all she got was a medative silence. "Zee," she said again, slowly pulling herself up to peer down at him with an anxious, nervous frown written upon her lips. "...Zee, ifin ya don't say somethin right this very moment," she threatened, her voice growing in volume, but in no way loud, or even conspicuous. Finally, the small Digimon pulled his gaze up to Danae's misty,
gray eyes. ...
"Danae," he breathed, his voice indescribably a mix of concern and fear, "Ya haven't any idea what yer gettin yourself into here... There be powers running about that I, ME, a creature of darkness of night, fear. Please, please, I beg of ya, take care before ya need it...." The plain,
unmasked look of absolute sincerity and fear from PicoZeemon made Danae tremble. She slowly shut her eyes, breathing in and out softly, her chest barely moving as she tried to keep from tearing up at the utter ring of fortune and prophecy that she heard in Zee's voice. After a long, agonizingly silent eternity, Danae felt a slight tug at her nightgowns sleeve. She blinked open her eyes, rearing back a bit as the dim light from the lamp in the room blinded her. PicoZeemon continued to gently pull on the gossamer cloth of Danae's sleeve, until finally she retracted her arm from him.
"Yes, I understand, Zee... I'm sorry...." Her whispered words were soft and emotionless, keeping hidden the wretched feeling that now stung deep within her gut. The two frowned and hesitantly fell back asleep, Danae's Digimon nestled within her arms in a caring embrace.
Early that next morning....
Danae stepped from her room groggily, having been forced, both by PicoZeemon and Katey, to shower and dress before their flight. The big flight. To America. Danae narrowed her eyes as she walked down the nasty pastel hallway of the hotel, moving towards Katey's room. Damn. Katey stood there, a smile on her face, chipper and eager as usual. "How in the Lords name do ya do it,
girl?" came Danae's voice from the middle of the hall to Katey. The young chestnut girl gave off an airy laugh, the lovely swell of her voice streaming down the soft, ebullient blue hall of the hotel.
"How do I do what? Get up during the day, unlike you, ya damn vampire?" She chuckled a bit, raising up a hand to gently shield her mouth. Danae rolled her somber gray eyes, trudging up to her exuberant friend and giving her a light thwap on the shoulder, a clear ring as one of Danae's silver rings smacked against the plastic strap on Katey's shoulder.
"Come off it, and lets be gone from this wretched place. The plane comes... when again?" Oh, how she despised this whole time thing. When she gets older, she simply must come up with a way to halt that annoying triviality, a thought that passed through Danae's mind most everytime she was late for something. The two continued to chat away for a bit longer, Danae
grumbling about how depressing the day was, and Katey just chortling back. Both finished any last minute packing they might have, PicoZeemon having been placed inside a kennel with a towel over the cage door to obscure anyone's view, who might dare look inside. The girls traveled in haste, paying a bit more to the taxi-driver in hopes that he might speed up their journey. He didn't. Jerk. Finally, they arrived at the airport, less than twenty minutes before they HAD to get on the plane. Damn, it may very well take that long just to get through the terminal. So, as both hurried through the long halls and corridors of the airport, Danae quietly concentrated on keeping them both from being noticed, the fact that she was the bearer of the Crest of Mystery helping quite a bit. Soon, in less time than either of them thought, they came
to their terminal. Boarding had begun, but luckily it was only for seniors and those with any disabilities. They were on time, and even a little early. The next thing that happened made the hair on the back of Danae's neck stand on end, and Katey swirl about, fist ready to punch.
"Well ello, ello, ello there, girls. Missed me that much, ehh?" A shudder and wave of aggravation rippled through both the girls' bodies.
"Bugger of, Aaron. What are ya doin here, following us? We could have you hauled off to the clinker for that kind of crap, ya know?" came Katey's robust and boisterous voice, smacking into Aaron like a gale of wind.
"Ah, calm down there, ya cantankerous girl. No ones followin' ya, so for Christ's sake relax," exclaimed Aaron, waving off Katey's question as one would a swarm of gnats. Danae just stood there, her eyes narrowed, not even turning around to look at that arrogant, nasty, wretched, putrid, delinquent that would scarcely be considered a boy. "Hey now, Danae, what's got you in such a tissy? I thought you'd be glad ta see me again, I mean, honestly, who wouldn't?" Aaron smirked, a thick, golden brown eyebrow arching up curiously. Well, he asked for it. Danae, in barely enough time to whistle, sailed 90, and cracked down so hard with the back of her hand on
Aaron's cheek, that till this day, some people say its still a little rosy. To no ones surprise, a string of vulgarities spewed from Aaron's mouth that could have been used to sow up fifty wool sweaters, pants, and socks with still some left over. During this time, an airport policeman sprinted to the three, having to push through a crowd that had begun to form around the trio.
"Eh now, whot en de Lurds name be goin on ere, eh, eh, eh?!" He spoke in such a fast and furious manner that it wasn't until nearly five minutes before Danae and Katey HAD to get on their plane, that they had understood the man, and explained to him, in slightly manicured version, what had happened.
"Yeah, officer," grumbled Aaron, one hand still cradling his face as he glared at Danae, "'twas just one big ole accident, and I'm none the worse for wear... so, you can just go on now".... It took a good deal of sweet- talk on Katey's part to coax the cop to leave them be, Danae just standing there and trying to contain her laughter that was currently bottled up inside her. Finally
though, the three were left alone, and it was time for Danae and Katey to get on. As they turned and started for the awaiting stewardess, Danae felt a hand touch her left shoulder. She reeled about slowly, taking a small step back, seeing Aaron.
"What," she quipped quickly, her brow furrowing and her eyes narrowing to slits, "I said I'm sorry, so gone on, do somethin to benefit the, like ride a motorcycle off a cliff." Aaron just smiled. He still was holding his cheek, which glowed with the inflamed heat of his blood.
"You owe me, girly girl. I coulda had you arrested right then, so you best be nice ta me... and besides, I'm headin for the States meself." He reached into his pocket and retrieved a ticket, waving it in front of both girls, a smirk on his pink lips.
"I hate you...." was all Danae said, her voiced roiling with agitation at the thought of spending so much time in one space with... ugh... him. She turned about, sulking her way towards the terminal stewardess that stood impatiently for the three of them. They went on the plane
together, managing, barely, to withdraw from any smart remarks or quips. But, when they got on, ever other person, and their brother it seemed, was sitting. No, how could this be? Damn, damn, damn! The same stewardess that had taken their tickets escorted them down the row, showing them to their seats. Yes, that's right, THEIR seats. All next to each other, Danae right snug by Aaron. Nuh uh, she'd rather spend the ride with her head out the loo that the plane had. Katey sighed deeply and agreed to switch seats with Danae, being a much more tolerant type of gal than Danae ever could be. The three piled in, a lewd grin on Aaron's face as they got seated. 'This,' Danae thought, 'must be what Hell is.'
Zeemon: Damn straight I did!!! You take too long!
I was on vacation!! I went to Flordia! It was really fun. I want everyone to know that chptr. 6 is in the works and will be up soon. I hope.
Zeemon: It better be!
Night fell upon London, the casual fog rolling in as the chill winds rattled through the city streets. Danae lay sleepless on the alabaster bed in her hotel room. Her mind was heavy with thoughts.... Thoughts about Katey. About America. Even about that snide boy that had stalked them about in the airport. Her face contorted into a look of indignation as the image of the
snobbish young man flowed into her mind. With his stupid little leather bomber jacket, and his stupid little round sunglasses, and his stupid little goatee! Well... the goatee was kind a... in an off-handed way... sort a... pleasant.... But he was still stupid! A haze of black velvety darkness roiled toward her bed, a contrast to the fair sheets that were spread over the mattress. The shadows writhed and took form, appearing as PicoZeemon on the side of her bed, his face dark, yet somehow concerned was muddled into his expression. "What's wrong, Danae?" The small, drab Digimon's voice was only slightly above a whisper as his amethyst eyes peered to the young woman.
Danae sighed.
"I dunna know, Zee," she murmured, not even looking down to him, her gaze drifting to the clear window that held view to the dull grayness of the city at night. "I think... oh, I don't know.... I think I'm worried about Katey. How shell handle all this... we havena even told her about the other DigiDestined... I'm still amazed she even came with us, after all that the poor girls been through. With the dark ocean and all, well I just hope she'll take tall in stride." She let off another small sigh, glancing down to the reserved Digimon, one thin eyebrow quirked inquisitively to him. "Well? What do ya think about it all, Zee? Been awful quiet... Not like you tall...." Danae let onto a meek smile, hoping to bring out a witty quip or retort from her Digimon, but all she got was a medative silence. "Zee," she said again, slowly pulling herself up to peer down at him with an anxious, nervous frown written upon her lips. "...Zee, ifin ya don't say somethin right this very moment," she threatened, her voice growing in volume, but in no way loud, or even conspicuous. Finally, the small Digimon pulled his gaze up to Danae's misty,
gray eyes. ...
"Danae," he breathed, his voice indescribably a mix of concern and fear, "Ya haven't any idea what yer gettin yourself into here... There be powers running about that I, ME, a creature of darkness of night, fear. Please, please, I beg of ya, take care before ya need it...." The plain,
unmasked look of absolute sincerity and fear from PicoZeemon made Danae tremble. She slowly shut her eyes, breathing in and out softly, her chest barely moving as she tried to keep from tearing up at the utter ring of fortune and prophecy that she heard in Zee's voice. After a long, agonizingly silent eternity, Danae felt a slight tug at her nightgowns sleeve. She blinked open her eyes, rearing back a bit as the dim light from the lamp in the room blinded her. PicoZeemon continued to gently pull on the gossamer cloth of Danae's sleeve, until finally she retracted her arm from him.
"Yes, I understand, Zee... I'm sorry...." Her whispered words were soft and emotionless, keeping hidden the wretched feeling that now stung deep within her gut. The two frowned and hesitantly fell back asleep, Danae's Digimon nestled within her arms in a caring embrace.
Early that next morning....
Danae stepped from her room groggily, having been forced, both by PicoZeemon and Katey, to shower and dress before their flight. The big flight. To America. Danae narrowed her eyes as she walked down the nasty pastel hallway of the hotel, moving towards Katey's room. Damn. Katey stood there, a smile on her face, chipper and eager as usual. "How in the Lords name do ya do it,
girl?" came Danae's voice from the middle of the hall to Katey. The young chestnut girl gave off an airy laugh, the lovely swell of her voice streaming down the soft, ebullient blue hall of the hotel.
"How do I do what? Get up during the day, unlike you, ya damn vampire?" She chuckled a bit, raising up a hand to gently shield her mouth. Danae rolled her somber gray eyes, trudging up to her exuberant friend and giving her a light thwap on the shoulder, a clear ring as one of Danae's silver rings smacked against the plastic strap on Katey's shoulder.
"Come off it, and lets be gone from this wretched place. The plane comes... when again?" Oh, how she despised this whole time thing. When she gets older, she simply must come up with a way to halt that annoying triviality, a thought that passed through Danae's mind most everytime she was late for something. The two continued to chat away for a bit longer, Danae
grumbling about how depressing the day was, and Katey just chortling back. Both finished any last minute packing they might have, PicoZeemon having been placed inside a kennel with a towel over the cage door to obscure anyone's view, who might dare look inside. The girls traveled in haste, paying a bit more to the taxi-driver in hopes that he might speed up their journey. He didn't. Jerk. Finally, they arrived at the airport, less than twenty minutes before they HAD to get on the plane. Damn, it may very well take that long just to get through the terminal. So, as both hurried through the long halls and corridors of the airport, Danae quietly concentrated on keeping them both from being noticed, the fact that she was the bearer of the Crest of Mystery helping quite a bit. Soon, in less time than either of them thought, they came
to their terminal. Boarding had begun, but luckily it was only for seniors and those with any disabilities. They were on time, and even a little early. The next thing that happened made the hair on the back of Danae's neck stand on end, and Katey swirl about, fist ready to punch.
"Well ello, ello, ello there, girls. Missed me that much, ehh?" A shudder and wave of aggravation rippled through both the girls' bodies.
"Bugger of, Aaron. What are ya doin here, following us? We could have you hauled off to the clinker for that kind of crap, ya know?" came Katey's robust and boisterous voice, smacking into Aaron like a gale of wind.
"Ah, calm down there, ya cantankerous girl. No ones followin' ya, so for Christ's sake relax," exclaimed Aaron, waving off Katey's question as one would a swarm of gnats. Danae just stood there, her eyes narrowed, not even turning around to look at that arrogant, nasty, wretched, putrid, delinquent that would scarcely be considered a boy. "Hey now, Danae, what's got you in such a tissy? I thought you'd be glad ta see me again, I mean, honestly, who wouldn't?" Aaron smirked, a thick, golden brown eyebrow arching up curiously. Well, he asked for it. Danae, in barely enough time to whistle, sailed 90, and cracked down so hard with the back of her hand on
Aaron's cheek, that till this day, some people say its still a little rosy. To no ones surprise, a string of vulgarities spewed from Aaron's mouth that could have been used to sow up fifty wool sweaters, pants, and socks with still some left over. During this time, an airport policeman sprinted to the three, having to push through a crowd that had begun to form around the trio.
"Eh now, whot en de Lurds name be goin on ere, eh, eh, eh?!" He spoke in such a fast and furious manner that it wasn't until nearly five minutes before Danae and Katey HAD to get on their plane, that they had understood the man, and explained to him, in slightly manicured version, what had happened.
"Yeah, officer," grumbled Aaron, one hand still cradling his face as he glared at Danae, "'twas just one big ole accident, and I'm none the worse for wear... so, you can just go on now".... It took a good deal of sweet- talk on Katey's part to coax the cop to leave them be, Danae just standing there and trying to contain her laughter that was currently bottled up inside her. Finally
though, the three were left alone, and it was time for Danae and Katey to get on. As they turned and started for the awaiting stewardess, Danae felt a hand touch her left shoulder. She reeled about slowly, taking a small step back, seeing Aaron.
"What," she quipped quickly, her brow furrowing and her eyes narrowing to slits, "I said I'm sorry, so gone on, do somethin to benefit the, like ride a motorcycle off a cliff." Aaron just smiled. He still was holding his cheek, which glowed with the inflamed heat of his blood.
"You owe me, girly girl. I coulda had you arrested right then, so you best be nice ta me... and besides, I'm headin for the States meself." He reached into his pocket and retrieved a ticket, waving it in front of both girls, a smirk on his pink lips.
"I hate you...." was all Danae said, her voiced roiling with agitation at the thought of spending so much time in one space with... ugh... him. She turned about, sulking her way towards the terminal stewardess that stood impatiently for the three of them. They went on the plane
together, managing, barely, to withdraw from any smart remarks or quips. But, when they got on, ever other person, and their brother it seemed, was sitting. No, how could this be? Damn, damn, damn! The same stewardess that had taken their tickets escorted them down the row, showing them to their seats. Yes, that's right, THEIR seats. All next to each other, Danae right snug by Aaron. Nuh uh, she'd rather spend the ride with her head out the loo that the plane had. Katey sighed deeply and agreed to switch seats with Danae, being a much more tolerant type of gal than Danae ever could be. The three piled in, a lewd grin on Aaron's face as they got seated. 'This,' Danae thought, 'must be what Hell is.'
