Intro: PG-13 / Digimon / Romance -Whatever / Prologue
Me again with a new fic! I'm trying several experiments to see what you like to read. The potion? We can say it has some public, but lately people don't seem as interested as they were before. The gods' fic? didn't got many reviews... But we can say they were... Cheerful. The terrific horror perhaps, the dark fic? Neither. So, let's try with the classical twisted romance. Hope you enjoy and please review: if this has success, I'll continue. If not, then I'll just keep trying with a new one that I have in mind, already, of humorous/pervertish romance.
Ds: I own it all dammit, so yeah, you authors stop stealing my characters. (...c'mon)
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"Mmmm... Strawberry!" She exclaimed with her eyes covered by a black headscarf, tied just behind her red and shining hair. She licked her lips slowly to show her victory, getting the last remaining of marmalade from the corner of her mouth, and then smiled.
"Oh Sora! This is not fair! Why do you always have to guess!" A cheerful voice remarked through the giggles from other girls. Sora Takenouchi lifted her arms and with her soft hands untied the cotton made garment, then opened her eyes to reveal two fiery cinnamon jewels. A bright smile still present on her face.
"I guess that's because I'm very smooth on the palate and very sensible to extremely luxury marmalades" she said, mimicking a rich lady accent. The girls giggled once again and the voice from before said "but I don't know why since your cooking is horrible!"
Sora then turned into laughter herself and stood up from the wood chair she had been seating on. She walked up to her best friend and hit her shoulder playfully "Stop it Mimi or I'll make you cookies!" And then, giggling again.
"Now is your turn, cover your eyes... Like this... Done. Now let me see what's in the fridge that we can give Mimi..." All the girls ran up to Sora and their heads popped up from behind her back. Amber, green, brown, blue and black eyes wondered from left to right, for something to confuse Mimi's senses. Sora looked at the fridge's door and an evil idea popped in her head. She turned around and mumbled something in each girl's ear. The girls grinned evilly along with Sora and five hands stretched out to get the special edition extremely-hot curry
"So? What's taking you so long! I'm getting old!" Mimi reclaimed as she hit the floor repeatedly with her foot. The girls didn't answer. Slowly, on their tip-toes, walked up to the blinded girl, a spoon filled with the dangerous sustance. They surrounded her and just as Sora indicated Mimi to open her mouth, cutting the hot air of the sunny day, Sora's mother voice ringed from the door.
"Sora! Would you please come here a second? I need your help".
Sora's face dropped, her smile disappeared and she bit her lips, as the other girls did. She sighed, waved good bye her friends and walked out the door, then closed it.
"What are you waiting for? Give me something!" Mimi screamed, still seating on the chair and her eyes wounded and her mouth wide open. But there was no response, as no one else was left there.
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Sora and her mother were with the horses, feeding and brushing them. "You know mom, I'm tired of this. The house is big and up here in the mountains we're far away from the city, so there are not many people... But why dad doesn't hire someone to help out with the house, from the city, I mean. We wouldn't have to do all this and he would be useful with the horses and the grapes. What do you think? He could sleep in the spare room."
Her mother stopped brushing the horse and looked up to her daughter. "Sora... That's a very nice idea, but where can we get a boy who would work for a little amount of money and up here, so far away from everything but an ever so small town?" Sora smiled as she was not willing to give up. This was one of her greatest ideas, along with the one of the wine grapes.
"Think about it mom: a free place to sleep, free food, nice air and view" her hand indicated around them, to the mountains and woods that could be seen from their privileged position on top of a hill "a nice home with a caring family, and they even get paid for all this! Who wouldn't want to work in here?"
Her mother smiled and started brushing the horse again "you know, maybe you're right. I'll tell your father and maybe he can go and publish something on the city's news paper. But until then, keep brushing Darkoise".
Sora smiled and got back to her work, hoping that her idea was worth something.
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"Look, Richie, I do love my work, I do get enough pay and I do love my tours... But I'm just missing something!"
"What are you missing Yama?! What! You are only seventeen and you're every girl's dream and every boy's hero! You're a punk rock star and you have more fucking money that any of us ever will! The whole city loves you! Japan loves you, Yama!" His hands flying through the air and his sunglasses slipping off his nose, Richie Magnus was exasperated.
"First of all Richie, before being my manager, you're my friend, and I really understand that you want me to be famous... But I need a stop you know, a break" Yamato Ishida explained, his hand travelling across the air in a constant come and go. "I wanna go away, somewhere, relax for a while and get a less stressing job... I want to go away from the city, maybe as... I don't know but far from here."
"What about school? Already forgot that? Remember I promised your parents that I'd--"
"Richie, Richie... I know what you promised them, and I'll go to school, actually. Just not here, ok? Besides... I've only half of the year left to end high-school"
Richie grabbed his brown hair in agony, but he knew that if Yamato Ishida wanted something, then he'd get that something. He didn't only have the ways, but the power of conviction. He had such a talent to convince and carry people into his ideals that you couldn't say no to him, he had an answer to every protest. "Ok... So until new year you'll be away, and then be back for the great come-back of everyone's favorite singer?"
Yamato's deep sapphire eyes shone trough his black sunglasses and his hand ran across his hair. This was sign of victory, in his language. "Sure, six months will do it."
He looked around the small café. It was reserved for that morning to only the two of them, so the place was empty and no screaming girls wandered around the place, only their faces pressed against the windows' glasses and their yelling, outside. Stretching his arm, he grabbed the news-paper lying besides him and opened it in the 'Jobs' section. He looked at it for some minutes while Richie went to the bathroom muttering something about strange ideas getting him constipated.
Yamato then wondered around the pages, looking for something relievable and relaxing for him.
'Porn star needed, good pay. Must have body and some beauty. Phone: 6589-58964. Thorax, legs and crotch must be depilated' Yamato's eyes almost got out of their orbs as he crossed his legs, protecting his virility from the imminent danger.
'Halls cleaner for Kazuqui's industries. Pay ¥30.000 a month. Phone: 9658-45742' Yamato rolled his eyes. That should be the most annoying job ever.
'Butchery manager needed. 559 Yakoruki Av, Kyoto. Phone: 5896-52488. Must have some experience' Yamato examined the offer a bit more. Kyoto was surely enough more interesting than Odaiba, but from a rock star to a butcher... It was too much. Plus, he didn't know a thing about animal meet but girls'.
'Offering job as assistant in a farm. Paying: ¥100.000 a month. 301 Str. n° 4, Kyosuki, Japan. Phone: 5421-6575. No title needed'
Yamato looked from under his eyelashes at the announcement for some seconds, and he didn't think it twice. Kyosuki was a beautiful place for what he was told, and it had countless mountains and orangely, unexplored woods. That seemed a great place to relax and do some cityless life, take a rest from the noise.
He checked his pocket and reached his mini-cell phone. He dialled the number.
"Aye?" A masculine voice said from the other line. Yamato chuckled a bit as he was used to 'hellos' and 'moshi moshis'. But aye?
"Em, yeah, I'm calling for the announcement on the paper. Is the job taken already?" He asked, trying to sound polite so they would like him.
"Job? Oh yeah. No, you're the first to call. Strange you did since I published the announcement a week ago."
Yamato checked the date of the paper, and it was in fact old. He grumbled something under his breath and then remembered the man on the phone.
"Oh, so it's not taken?"
"No"
"Great. When do I start?" He asked shamelessly.
"Excited already boy?" A short laugh "first tell me your name"
"Yamato Ishida" He said proud. He expected the man to react as he told him his name, he expected him to know his popular and number one in top lists name. But no.
"Age?"
He sweat dropped.
"...Sixteen"
There was a pause.
"Aren't you a little bit young to be doing this? Don't you have school to attend?" Yamato rolled his eyes. Did everyone only think about school? And he thought sex was the only thing in their minds...
"I'm sure there's one I can attend over there". Yamato could almost feel the man lifting his eyebrows and chuckling his head.
"Yeah, sure. So, do you have your parents' authorization?"
"...Sure"
"May I speak to one of them?" The blonde looked around for Richie, and then he remembered that constipation took him a while.
"Wait a second" he lifted from his seat and walked into the man's room. He could almost feel Richie's karma from the strength he was doing. He laughed a bit and then passed the phone from the top of the door. "Speak" Yamato commanded.
"--What?" Richie asked to the phone "yes, yes he can" then a pause "well, as soon as he gets there you can sign him in. Don't you have kids or something that goes to school?" Another pause "great, then it's all settled. He'll be around there by Sunday. Ciao".
The cellular flew across the air back to Yamato's hands. He grabbed it without even looking and as he noticed that Richie had no intentions to get out yet, he spoke to the door.
"Thanks Rich, I own you one" Yamato said sweetly. A girl by the bathroom's small window melted.
"No problem; and you own me your life. Now, you'll have to take the bus. Make reservations for a private one or you'll arrive there without strength left."
"Sure".
He grabbed the phone again and dialled to his personal bus which carried him in his gigs. He settled up the hour, tomorrow, Sunday, by 11:30 am. He smiled his trademark white teeth and felt the peace and new experiences outside his traditional routine getting into his being, as he'd soon get his so needed 'vacations'.
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Agh, I hate Sora being like this! But what's done it's done... If you have question, e-mail me or post them in a review. Please tell your opinion, which is really important to the author which small pay is not enough to make her happy. Thanks a lot and see you all in the next chapter, where we get to know a little bit better our punk-rock star (even if in the series he sang *fucking* pop... Why can't he be some kind of 'Sex Pistol'?) Yamato-sama...
nUMb
Ps: Review!
Me again with a new fic! I'm trying several experiments to see what you like to read. The potion? We can say it has some public, but lately people don't seem as interested as they were before. The gods' fic? didn't got many reviews... But we can say they were... Cheerful. The terrific horror perhaps, the dark fic? Neither. So, let's try with the classical twisted romance. Hope you enjoy and please review: if this has success, I'll continue. If not, then I'll just keep trying with a new one that I have in mind, already, of humorous/pervertish romance.
Ds: I own it all dammit, so yeah, you authors stop stealing my characters. (...c'mon)
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"Mmmm... Strawberry!" She exclaimed with her eyes covered by a black headscarf, tied just behind her red and shining hair. She licked her lips slowly to show her victory, getting the last remaining of marmalade from the corner of her mouth, and then smiled.
"Oh Sora! This is not fair! Why do you always have to guess!" A cheerful voice remarked through the giggles from other girls. Sora Takenouchi lifted her arms and with her soft hands untied the cotton made garment, then opened her eyes to reveal two fiery cinnamon jewels. A bright smile still present on her face.
"I guess that's because I'm very smooth on the palate and very sensible to extremely luxury marmalades" she said, mimicking a rich lady accent. The girls giggled once again and the voice from before said "but I don't know why since your cooking is horrible!"
Sora then turned into laughter herself and stood up from the wood chair she had been seating on. She walked up to her best friend and hit her shoulder playfully "Stop it Mimi or I'll make you cookies!" And then, giggling again.
"Now is your turn, cover your eyes... Like this... Done. Now let me see what's in the fridge that we can give Mimi..." All the girls ran up to Sora and their heads popped up from behind her back. Amber, green, brown, blue and black eyes wondered from left to right, for something to confuse Mimi's senses. Sora looked at the fridge's door and an evil idea popped in her head. She turned around and mumbled something in each girl's ear. The girls grinned evilly along with Sora and five hands stretched out to get the special edition extremely-hot curry
"So? What's taking you so long! I'm getting old!" Mimi reclaimed as she hit the floor repeatedly with her foot. The girls didn't answer. Slowly, on their tip-toes, walked up to the blinded girl, a spoon filled with the dangerous sustance. They surrounded her and just as Sora indicated Mimi to open her mouth, cutting the hot air of the sunny day, Sora's mother voice ringed from the door.
"Sora! Would you please come here a second? I need your help".
Sora's face dropped, her smile disappeared and she bit her lips, as the other girls did. She sighed, waved good bye her friends and walked out the door, then closed it.
"What are you waiting for? Give me something!" Mimi screamed, still seating on the chair and her eyes wounded and her mouth wide open. But there was no response, as no one else was left there.
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Sora and her mother were with the horses, feeding and brushing them. "You know mom, I'm tired of this. The house is big and up here in the mountains we're far away from the city, so there are not many people... But why dad doesn't hire someone to help out with the house, from the city, I mean. We wouldn't have to do all this and he would be useful with the horses and the grapes. What do you think? He could sleep in the spare room."
Her mother stopped brushing the horse and looked up to her daughter. "Sora... That's a very nice idea, but where can we get a boy who would work for a little amount of money and up here, so far away from everything but an ever so small town?" Sora smiled as she was not willing to give up. This was one of her greatest ideas, along with the one of the wine grapes.
"Think about it mom: a free place to sleep, free food, nice air and view" her hand indicated around them, to the mountains and woods that could be seen from their privileged position on top of a hill "a nice home with a caring family, and they even get paid for all this! Who wouldn't want to work in here?"
Her mother smiled and started brushing the horse again "you know, maybe you're right. I'll tell your father and maybe he can go and publish something on the city's news paper. But until then, keep brushing Darkoise".
Sora smiled and got back to her work, hoping that her idea was worth something.
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"Look, Richie, I do love my work, I do get enough pay and I do love my tours... But I'm just missing something!"
"What are you missing Yama?! What! You are only seventeen and you're every girl's dream and every boy's hero! You're a punk rock star and you have more fucking money that any of us ever will! The whole city loves you! Japan loves you, Yama!" His hands flying through the air and his sunglasses slipping off his nose, Richie Magnus was exasperated.
"First of all Richie, before being my manager, you're my friend, and I really understand that you want me to be famous... But I need a stop you know, a break" Yamato Ishida explained, his hand travelling across the air in a constant come and go. "I wanna go away, somewhere, relax for a while and get a less stressing job... I want to go away from the city, maybe as... I don't know but far from here."
"What about school? Already forgot that? Remember I promised your parents that I'd--"
"Richie, Richie... I know what you promised them, and I'll go to school, actually. Just not here, ok? Besides... I've only half of the year left to end high-school"
Richie grabbed his brown hair in agony, but he knew that if Yamato Ishida wanted something, then he'd get that something. He didn't only have the ways, but the power of conviction. He had such a talent to convince and carry people into his ideals that you couldn't say no to him, he had an answer to every protest. "Ok... So until new year you'll be away, and then be back for the great come-back of everyone's favorite singer?"
Yamato's deep sapphire eyes shone trough his black sunglasses and his hand ran across his hair. This was sign of victory, in his language. "Sure, six months will do it."
He looked around the small café. It was reserved for that morning to only the two of them, so the place was empty and no screaming girls wandered around the place, only their faces pressed against the windows' glasses and their yelling, outside. Stretching his arm, he grabbed the news-paper lying besides him and opened it in the 'Jobs' section. He looked at it for some minutes while Richie went to the bathroom muttering something about strange ideas getting him constipated.
Yamato then wondered around the pages, looking for something relievable and relaxing for him.
'Porn star needed, good pay. Must have body and some beauty. Phone: 6589-58964. Thorax, legs and crotch must be depilated' Yamato's eyes almost got out of their orbs as he crossed his legs, protecting his virility from the imminent danger.
'Halls cleaner for Kazuqui's industries. Pay ¥30.000 a month. Phone: 9658-45742' Yamato rolled his eyes. That should be the most annoying job ever.
'Butchery manager needed. 559 Yakoruki Av, Kyoto. Phone: 5896-52488. Must have some experience' Yamato examined the offer a bit more. Kyoto was surely enough more interesting than Odaiba, but from a rock star to a butcher... It was too much. Plus, he didn't know a thing about animal meet but girls'.
'Offering job as assistant in a farm. Paying: ¥100.000 a month. 301 Str. n° 4, Kyosuki, Japan. Phone: 5421-6575. No title needed'
Yamato looked from under his eyelashes at the announcement for some seconds, and he didn't think it twice. Kyosuki was a beautiful place for what he was told, and it had countless mountains and orangely, unexplored woods. That seemed a great place to relax and do some cityless life, take a rest from the noise.
He checked his pocket and reached his mini-cell phone. He dialled the number.
"Aye?" A masculine voice said from the other line. Yamato chuckled a bit as he was used to 'hellos' and 'moshi moshis'. But aye?
"Em, yeah, I'm calling for the announcement on the paper. Is the job taken already?" He asked, trying to sound polite so they would like him.
"Job? Oh yeah. No, you're the first to call. Strange you did since I published the announcement a week ago."
Yamato checked the date of the paper, and it was in fact old. He grumbled something under his breath and then remembered the man on the phone.
"Oh, so it's not taken?"
"No"
"Great. When do I start?" He asked shamelessly.
"Excited already boy?" A short laugh "first tell me your name"
"Yamato Ishida" He said proud. He expected the man to react as he told him his name, he expected him to know his popular and number one in top lists name. But no.
"Age?"
He sweat dropped.
"...Sixteen"
There was a pause.
"Aren't you a little bit young to be doing this? Don't you have school to attend?" Yamato rolled his eyes. Did everyone only think about school? And he thought sex was the only thing in their minds...
"I'm sure there's one I can attend over there". Yamato could almost feel the man lifting his eyebrows and chuckling his head.
"Yeah, sure. So, do you have your parents' authorization?"
"...Sure"
"May I speak to one of them?" The blonde looked around for Richie, and then he remembered that constipation took him a while.
"Wait a second" he lifted from his seat and walked into the man's room. He could almost feel Richie's karma from the strength he was doing. He laughed a bit and then passed the phone from the top of the door. "Speak" Yamato commanded.
"--What?" Richie asked to the phone "yes, yes he can" then a pause "well, as soon as he gets there you can sign him in. Don't you have kids or something that goes to school?" Another pause "great, then it's all settled. He'll be around there by Sunday. Ciao".
The cellular flew across the air back to Yamato's hands. He grabbed it without even looking and as he noticed that Richie had no intentions to get out yet, he spoke to the door.
"Thanks Rich, I own you one" Yamato said sweetly. A girl by the bathroom's small window melted.
"No problem; and you own me your life. Now, you'll have to take the bus. Make reservations for a private one or you'll arrive there without strength left."
"Sure".
He grabbed the phone again and dialled to his personal bus which carried him in his gigs. He settled up the hour, tomorrow, Sunday, by 11:30 am. He smiled his trademark white teeth and felt the peace and new experiences outside his traditional routine getting into his being, as he'd soon get his so needed 'vacations'.
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Agh, I hate Sora being like this! But what's done it's done... If you have question, e-mail me or post them in a review. Please tell your opinion, which is really important to the author which small pay is not enough to make her happy. Thanks a lot and see you all in the next chapter, where we get to know a little bit better our punk-rock star (even if in the series he sang *fucking* pop... Why can't he be some kind of 'Sex Pistol'?) Yamato-sama...
nUMb
Ps: Review!