SK - The next chapter.
Naven - Weeee.
SK - Sorry for the lack of enthusiasm, but we are still trying to figure out how this story came to be.
Naven - She doesn't own digimon, if she did a lot of bad things would have happened to the 02 digidestined.
SK - Also sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I've been having A LOT of computer trouble. That is also why this chapter is so short, I promise I'll get the next chapter up as soon as my computer decides not to be such a poo head.
Chapter 2
It was a whip, beautifully crafted, perfect balance, and felt like it was made for his hand. It was also uniquely made; it was mainly deep violet leather that matched his hair, along the handle was several amethyst gems, but what intrigued him the most was the single strand of red silk that twined with the violet and the single red gem. As he gazed at the whip he realized why it caught his attention, this whip was exactly how he wanted his relationship with Daisuke. The violet, him, was dominant and the red, Daisuke, was submissive, but they both worked together as equals.
"That, sir, is a well made whip."
Ken spun around see a boy about his age with pale skin, bright hazel eyes, he had long black hair that reached a little past his shoulders that was held in a pony tail, was wearing a pair of horns on his head that looked to real and was dressed in black. Ken empted his face of emotion.
"Yes it is. Do you work here?" the boy nodded his head "How much is it," he read the boy's nametag. ". Legion?" neither his face nor his voice betrayed how much he wanted that whip.
Naven - Wasn't he in your Yu-gi-oh story.
SK - And your point is?
Legion took the whip from him and studied it carefully.
"Yep, a very well made whip. You see, the leather stays cold while the silk absorbs and holds heat," Ken struggled to hide his inpatients at being told something he already knew "Usually this here whip would cost you $250," the bluenette inwardly cringed at the amount "But this store is going out of business and I think you'd give it a good home. How about $20."
Ken gave a mental sigh of relief. Being the genius he was he had more than $200, but his parents wouldn't let him carry it on him. He would have had to ask for it and his parents would want to know what he was buying. He had the feeling that they would dislike the idea of him getting a whip, even more if he told them why. Ken carefully selected a $20 bill from his wallet and passed it over to the other boy.
"Do you want a bag?"
"Yes please."
Legion walked to a cluttered counter and pulled out a paper bag. Wrapping the whip almost reverently in tissue paper, then placed it in the bag, and gave it to Ken.
"Here you go, enjoy and treat it well."
"Thank, I will," Ken took the bag and left. He wandered around aimlessly until his parents found and took him home.
In the car Ken's parents didn't stop talking and dropping hints about his gift. 'Insects, worms, leaches.' Ken thought, his mind busy with plans and fantasy think of ways to introduce Daisuke to his new whip. 'This is going to be so very interesting.'
Naven - Weeee.
SK - Sorry for the lack of enthusiasm, but we are still trying to figure out how this story came to be.
Naven - She doesn't own digimon, if she did a lot of bad things would have happened to the 02 digidestined.
SK - Also sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I've been having A LOT of computer trouble. That is also why this chapter is so short, I promise I'll get the next chapter up as soon as my computer decides not to be such a poo head.
Chapter 2
It was a whip, beautifully crafted, perfect balance, and felt like it was made for his hand. It was also uniquely made; it was mainly deep violet leather that matched his hair, along the handle was several amethyst gems, but what intrigued him the most was the single strand of red silk that twined with the violet and the single red gem. As he gazed at the whip he realized why it caught his attention, this whip was exactly how he wanted his relationship with Daisuke. The violet, him, was dominant and the red, Daisuke, was submissive, but they both worked together as equals.
"That, sir, is a well made whip."
Ken spun around see a boy about his age with pale skin, bright hazel eyes, he had long black hair that reached a little past his shoulders that was held in a pony tail, was wearing a pair of horns on his head that looked to real and was dressed in black. Ken empted his face of emotion.
"Yes it is. Do you work here?" the boy nodded his head "How much is it," he read the boy's nametag. ". Legion?" neither his face nor his voice betrayed how much he wanted that whip.
Naven - Wasn't he in your Yu-gi-oh story.
SK - And your point is?
Legion took the whip from him and studied it carefully.
"Yep, a very well made whip. You see, the leather stays cold while the silk absorbs and holds heat," Ken struggled to hide his inpatients at being told something he already knew "Usually this here whip would cost you $250," the bluenette inwardly cringed at the amount "But this store is going out of business and I think you'd give it a good home. How about $20."
Ken gave a mental sigh of relief. Being the genius he was he had more than $200, but his parents wouldn't let him carry it on him. He would have had to ask for it and his parents would want to know what he was buying. He had the feeling that they would dislike the idea of him getting a whip, even more if he told them why. Ken carefully selected a $20 bill from his wallet and passed it over to the other boy.
"Do you want a bag?"
"Yes please."
Legion walked to a cluttered counter and pulled out a paper bag. Wrapping the whip almost reverently in tissue paper, then placed it in the bag, and gave it to Ken.
"Here you go, enjoy and treat it well."
"Thank, I will," Ken took the bag and left. He wandered around aimlessly until his parents found and took him home.
In the car Ken's parents didn't stop talking and dropping hints about his gift. 'Insects, worms, leaches.' Ken thought, his mind busy with plans and fantasy think of ways to introduce Daisuke to his new whip. 'This is going to be so very interesting.'