Ds: I don't own Digimon, just the way my fingers move around this board and my eyes get screwed with the monitor. Neither, even if I have never wished something that much, L7 song 'Moonshine', that can be found in the album 'The Beauty Process'.
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Her eyes sparkled evilly and narrowed. Her eyebrows from arched to furrow and her mouth from trembling to an evil lopsided smirk. She pushed a lock of hair away from her vision and looked from the corner of her eye to Kitty, who was telling Yamato to watch out. And her smirking turned into laughter.
He looked at her puzzled from his privileged position on top of her. She stopped, and showed him her perfect white teeth in an ever so evil smile.
Suddenly pushing him off and knocking him to the floor, she got out of the bed, and jump off it just to land on his stomach. He curled as she walked off it and opened her closet.
After flying t-shirts, blouses, pants, jackets, panties, tank-tops and turtle necks that landed all over the place, she finally found a decent looking black and plain shirt which she fusion with a grey shirt over it. She effortlessly put her Adidas and screwed her face as she looked at all the 'girl next door, sweet and caring which will make you cookies' clothes she had. She grabbed all she could get and walked out of the room, only to return seconds after to grab the remaining shirts, and walked out again. Then the sound of the toilet getting stocked up, Sora's colorful words and her kicks to the 'useless crap'.
Walking into the room again she was received by the amazed eyes of them both. Kitty had never seen the tertiary effects before, only heard of them, and she was completely taken off guard at Sora's reaction.
Sora sent them a cornery glare as she pulled out some money she had been saving, and chalantly put a hand in her underwear, where she deposed the money, her pijama's pants not having any pockets. She smiled at the looks and clenching faces she received. She loved them.
She then grabbed her keys from the desk, walked out the room, followed by a sound like she was practically falling off the stairs, and then the door shut strongly enough to make the whole house shiver.
Yamato was lost. He sincerely wished he had never stepped out of his room, where he was safe under Taichi's wet dreams. He was a rock star; he couldn't take abuse or swearing, just like his brother, if it came from girls that were important for him. Sure, he had the Yoruko charm, but if girls started to act violently, he hadn't any resources to stop them. He would just let them play with him or hit him. If they were his fans, he would just send them to hell, but it was his sexy and beautiful step-sister that knocked him...
I took a walk in the park
It was scary and dark
Sora walked trough the empty streets of Odaiba. Her steps seemed to fill the night, as she was the only one there. Where was everybody, in such a beautiful night? Sighing, she relaxed her back on a wall that held an old graffiti, and she meditated where people like Odaiba's went to spend the night.
She needed action, most of all. It was important to her to get some, or she'd just cut her veins. She wanted violence, scared people and black eyes. She smiled evilly and her eyes narrowed at the thought. This was the new her, the one she had always wanted to be. Evil, goth, rebellious, with a cutting stare and reproveable personality.
She had always hided under her cover of nice, bookworm and goody-two-shoes girl, that avoided other people's stares, that was intimidated by everyone and everybody, that felt her cheeks burn every time she talked in front of the class or to a boy, that wear the same outfit everyday. That was she, the stereotype of nerd and shameful girl, with a complete lack of personality and over obsessive with things that her companions didn't worry about.
She pitched her nose up in disgustment and made a face. Why had she always been like that? Didn't she realize that what she truly wanted was to be mean? To feel indifferent towards the world? To be alone, or with people of her actual kind? To girls to get out of her way?
No, she hadn't, but now she was what she had always wanted to be. Not a cheerleader, not a sexy gal but a goth, punk girl, that would dress always in black, that would listen to her Discman when noisy girls talked to her.
She smiled and, once with the mind clear enough removed herself from the wall. She started walking down the street again, this time with a smirk on her face and her hands in the interior of her elastic pants, looking for support. She still couldn't tell where people went when nights like this showed up, but she was decided to find out, no matter it was a hole in the park or a party held in a luxury hotel. She had to be there.
Sora was so concentrated and happy, yet annoyed and her thoughts held her in such a bubble that she didn't notice what was going on behind her. Windows from the apartment buildings started to slide open, doors to the balconies, and young figures fixed their eyes in her attractive body. Then as if a high commander had ordered so, they all went inside again, and the elevators started working making a soft noise in the darkness.
I looked up at the moon
And I wasn't afraid
I wasn't afraid
Kitty rubbed her temples in a desperate act to stop her headache. And she once thought this would be fun... She should have known what Sora had always wanted to be, after all, she did read her diary once, and notes of blood and 'the damned world, I should clean it from all the people' clearly showed that she wasn't what she looked like.
Yamato that had been studying the door in case Sora would come back finally gave up and walked upstairs again, to Kitty. She was obviously getting through a desperation attack as she pulled her hair hard and screamed through gritted teeth. He scratched his head, not really knowing what to do. He slowly walked up to her and patted her shoulder. She turned abruptly, looking like mad, her features white and her eyes almost out of their orbs.
"What?! You wanna know what happened to her, don't you!?" Yamato jumped backwards as she screamed, her words cutting the silence the house kept, and probably reminding Taichi of his dream, as he started moaning again.
"Well, I'll tell you! I make potions, and she asked me for a Cupid one, which make people of the opposite sex that had yet not turned twenty-one hormones tell them to chase the girl as soon as possible! That's what it is! Every feeling you ever had or still have towards her are not real, is only the effect of the potion. She felt so badly because of the secondary effect, and the tertiary one is a complete change of the girl in question personality, the one she had always wanted to be, what her subconscious had always told her to. That's not only for the subject's happiness, but also for protection of her being, in case she had always wanted to be a virgin, she'll protect herself form being touched at any cost; in case she wanted to be a slut, then she'll just fuck them all, and so on. Now, I know Sora wanted to be rebellious and wear dark clothes, in sign of superiority and indifference, but I don't know if that's what she still wants. Now do you understand what I mean?!"
Kitty finished her speech and took a deep breath, and then lay backwards on the bed. Yamato was amused, his eyes big as plates and his jaw drop open. He couldn't believe it, he was sure the thoughts of 'fuck her fuck her fuck her' were definitely not his, but the feeling of being in need to help her, to make her stand by his side were actually original.
"Wait a minute, you make potions??" Kitty sweat dropped.
"Never mind. Now let's go find Sora before her new herself does something she'll regret the rest of her life, or someone does something to her".
Yamato had still millions of questions, like if she could make a potion for her fans to go away, but decided that finding Sora was more urgent. Kitty took her jacket, Yamato put his sneakers on and they both exited the house, into the streets mainly lighted by the full moon's reflection.
We're connected by the moon
Looking at the moon
In the Moonshine...
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Sorry, short. But so is the song so I had no options! Next will be lots longer.
So, what will Sora do? Will she regret it? Who were those strange shadows and what have they in mind for little Sora? Will Yamato and Kitty be ever able to help her? Find out in the next and exiting chapter of 'In need', were action, romance, adventure and troubles start happening, at last! (Ok I should stop talking like that) Oh and please remember to review before you leave please, that's what keep me writing for you guys!
nUMb
Ps: remember to send your art or fiction to my page, fanart section will be as soon as I get fixed my scanner... (http://iok.shim.net)
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Her eyes sparkled evilly and narrowed. Her eyebrows from arched to furrow and her mouth from trembling to an evil lopsided smirk. She pushed a lock of hair away from her vision and looked from the corner of her eye to Kitty, who was telling Yamato to watch out. And her smirking turned into laughter.
He looked at her puzzled from his privileged position on top of her. She stopped, and showed him her perfect white teeth in an ever so evil smile.
Suddenly pushing him off and knocking him to the floor, she got out of the bed, and jump off it just to land on his stomach. He curled as she walked off it and opened her closet.
After flying t-shirts, blouses, pants, jackets, panties, tank-tops and turtle necks that landed all over the place, she finally found a decent looking black and plain shirt which she fusion with a grey shirt over it. She effortlessly put her Adidas and screwed her face as she looked at all the 'girl next door, sweet and caring which will make you cookies' clothes she had. She grabbed all she could get and walked out of the room, only to return seconds after to grab the remaining shirts, and walked out again. Then the sound of the toilet getting stocked up, Sora's colorful words and her kicks to the 'useless crap'.
Walking into the room again she was received by the amazed eyes of them both. Kitty had never seen the tertiary effects before, only heard of them, and she was completely taken off guard at Sora's reaction.
Sora sent them a cornery glare as she pulled out some money she had been saving, and chalantly put a hand in her underwear, where she deposed the money, her pijama's pants not having any pockets. She smiled at the looks and clenching faces she received. She loved them.
She then grabbed her keys from the desk, walked out the room, followed by a sound like she was practically falling off the stairs, and then the door shut strongly enough to make the whole house shiver.
Yamato was lost. He sincerely wished he had never stepped out of his room, where he was safe under Taichi's wet dreams. He was a rock star; he couldn't take abuse or swearing, just like his brother, if it came from girls that were important for him. Sure, he had the Yoruko charm, but if girls started to act violently, he hadn't any resources to stop them. He would just let them play with him or hit him. If they were his fans, he would just send them to hell, but it was his sexy and beautiful step-sister that knocked him...
I took a walk in the park
It was scary and dark
Sora walked trough the empty streets of Odaiba. Her steps seemed to fill the night, as she was the only one there. Where was everybody, in such a beautiful night? Sighing, she relaxed her back on a wall that held an old graffiti, and she meditated where people like Odaiba's went to spend the night.
She needed action, most of all. It was important to her to get some, or she'd just cut her veins. She wanted violence, scared people and black eyes. She smiled evilly and her eyes narrowed at the thought. This was the new her, the one she had always wanted to be. Evil, goth, rebellious, with a cutting stare and reproveable personality.
She had always hided under her cover of nice, bookworm and goody-two-shoes girl, that avoided other people's stares, that was intimidated by everyone and everybody, that felt her cheeks burn every time she talked in front of the class or to a boy, that wear the same outfit everyday. That was she, the stereotype of nerd and shameful girl, with a complete lack of personality and over obsessive with things that her companions didn't worry about.
She pitched her nose up in disgustment and made a face. Why had she always been like that? Didn't she realize that what she truly wanted was to be mean? To feel indifferent towards the world? To be alone, or with people of her actual kind? To girls to get out of her way?
No, she hadn't, but now she was what she had always wanted to be. Not a cheerleader, not a sexy gal but a goth, punk girl, that would dress always in black, that would listen to her Discman when noisy girls talked to her.
She smiled and, once with the mind clear enough removed herself from the wall. She started walking down the street again, this time with a smirk on her face and her hands in the interior of her elastic pants, looking for support. She still couldn't tell where people went when nights like this showed up, but she was decided to find out, no matter it was a hole in the park or a party held in a luxury hotel. She had to be there.
Sora was so concentrated and happy, yet annoyed and her thoughts held her in such a bubble that she didn't notice what was going on behind her. Windows from the apartment buildings started to slide open, doors to the balconies, and young figures fixed their eyes in her attractive body. Then as if a high commander had ordered so, they all went inside again, and the elevators started working making a soft noise in the darkness.
I looked up at the moon
And I wasn't afraid
I wasn't afraid
Kitty rubbed her temples in a desperate act to stop her headache. And she once thought this would be fun... She should have known what Sora had always wanted to be, after all, she did read her diary once, and notes of blood and 'the damned world, I should clean it from all the people' clearly showed that she wasn't what she looked like.
Yamato that had been studying the door in case Sora would come back finally gave up and walked upstairs again, to Kitty. She was obviously getting through a desperation attack as she pulled her hair hard and screamed through gritted teeth. He scratched his head, not really knowing what to do. He slowly walked up to her and patted her shoulder. She turned abruptly, looking like mad, her features white and her eyes almost out of their orbs.
"What?! You wanna know what happened to her, don't you!?" Yamato jumped backwards as she screamed, her words cutting the silence the house kept, and probably reminding Taichi of his dream, as he started moaning again.
"Well, I'll tell you! I make potions, and she asked me for a Cupid one, which make people of the opposite sex that had yet not turned twenty-one hormones tell them to chase the girl as soon as possible! That's what it is! Every feeling you ever had or still have towards her are not real, is only the effect of the potion. She felt so badly because of the secondary effect, and the tertiary one is a complete change of the girl in question personality, the one she had always wanted to be, what her subconscious had always told her to. That's not only for the subject's happiness, but also for protection of her being, in case she had always wanted to be a virgin, she'll protect herself form being touched at any cost; in case she wanted to be a slut, then she'll just fuck them all, and so on. Now, I know Sora wanted to be rebellious and wear dark clothes, in sign of superiority and indifference, but I don't know if that's what she still wants. Now do you understand what I mean?!"
Kitty finished her speech and took a deep breath, and then lay backwards on the bed. Yamato was amused, his eyes big as plates and his jaw drop open. He couldn't believe it, he was sure the thoughts of 'fuck her fuck her fuck her' were definitely not his, but the feeling of being in need to help her, to make her stand by his side were actually original.
"Wait a minute, you make potions??" Kitty sweat dropped.
"Never mind. Now let's go find Sora before her new herself does something she'll regret the rest of her life, or someone does something to her".
Yamato had still millions of questions, like if she could make a potion for her fans to go away, but decided that finding Sora was more urgent. Kitty took her jacket, Yamato put his sneakers on and they both exited the house, into the streets mainly lighted by the full moon's reflection.
We're connected by the moon
Looking at the moon
In the Moonshine...
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Sorry, short. But so is the song so I had no options! Next will be lots longer.
So, what will Sora do? Will she regret it? Who were those strange shadows and what have they in mind for little Sora? Will Yamato and Kitty be ever able to help her? Find out in the next and exiting chapter of 'In need', were action, romance, adventure and troubles start happening, at last! (Ok I should stop talking like that) Oh and please remember to review before you leave please, that's what keep me writing for you guys!
nUMb
Ps: remember to send your art or fiction to my page, fanart section will be as soon as I get fixed my scanner... (http://iok.shim.net)
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