Kor.: Hello Digi-fans.
Yes, this truly is the original author just moving things over to a new account for reasons of my own. Perhaps this will be done if it's somewhere I can see it. Now I'm currently working on a new topic, but believe me this will be complete. Ah, and the usual disclaimer.. I do not own Digimon, nor The Cell. Thank you and God speed.
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The sounds of fast moving pairs of footsteps echoed down the whitewashed hallways of the psychological research building. Red high heels clicked against the floor alongside brown leather loafers. Two clean white lab coats swished in their trailing breeze as they moved with haste down the hallway, the female holding a sturdy black clipboard in hand and occasionally glancing to the piece of paper as she continued to ignore the protests of her colleague.
"But Miss In-" He was cut short as she stopped and turned her head to look at him, reddish brown eyes glowed with determination behind clear circular lenses. He lifted his eyebrow a micrometer from their usual place, thinking he spied what was curiosity in those sparkling windows to her musical soul. He wished she had shown some interest in him, he would have loved dating her and showing her off.. Then later-
"Oh Marvin, you know damn well I plan to go in there and no one can stop me once I make up my mind." She shook her head, soft velvety lips pulled back in a gentle smile as she regarded him. Looking into his earnest brown eyes she sighed and turned away again, moving back onto the path she was headed. "I'm going to see him and I will get the results. Remember, I've got full authorization so they won't be able to stop me even if they tried. Don't worry Marvin, I'll be okay in there."
Watching her lavender hair swing with her body he sighed and shook his head, wishing she wasn't so stubborn; it didn't suit her good looks. Jogging up to her he puffed and shook his head when he was sure she was looking. Standing up and staring into her gorgeous face he frowned. "But Miyako, please. This is a psychopath, he murdered and raped three girls and mutilated four guys. He's not safe, and to probe around inside his mind with the new system we got. What the hell is so.. So INTERESTING about walking around his subconscious world? Where HE is in charge and you'll be in great danger."
Miyako sighed and walked away, increases her strides as she attempted to block out the information he just told her about this man. "I.. I can't tell you Marvin, I'm sorry." Looking down at the clipboard a small tear glistened in the bottom of her right eye in sorrow and disbelief as she read the name.. "Ken Ichijouji."
Yes, this truly is the original author just moving things over to a new account for reasons of my own. Perhaps this will be done if it's somewhere I can see it. Now I'm currently working on a new topic, but believe me this will be complete. Ah, and the usual disclaimer.. I do not own Digimon, nor The Cell. Thank you and God speed.
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The sounds of fast moving pairs of footsteps echoed down the whitewashed hallways of the psychological research building. Red high heels clicked against the floor alongside brown leather loafers. Two clean white lab coats swished in their trailing breeze as they moved with haste down the hallway, the female holding a sturdy black clipboard in hand and occasionally glancing to the piece of paper as she continued to ignore the protests of her colleague.
"But Miss In-" He was cut short as she stopped and turned her head to look at him, reddish brown eyes glowed with determination behind clear circular lenses. He lifted his eyebrow a micrometer from their usual place, thinking he spied what was curiosity in those sparkling windows to her musical soul. He wished she had shown some interest in him, he would have loved dating her and showing her off.. Then later-
"Oh Marvin, you know damn well I plan to go in there and no one can stop me once I make up my mind." She shook her head, soft velvety lips pulled back in a gentle smile as she regarded him. Looking into his earnest brown eyes she sighed and turned away again, moving back onto the path she was headed. "I'm going to see him and I will get the results. Remember, I've got full authorization so they won't be able to stop me even if they tried. Don't worry Marvin, I'll be okay in there."
Watching her lavender hair swing with her body he sighed and shook his head, wishing she wasn't so stubborn; it didn't suit her good looks. Jogging up to her he puffed and shook his head when he was sure she was looking. Standing up and staring into her gorgeous face he frowned. "But Miyako, please. This is a psychopath, he murdered and raped three girls and mutilated four guys. He's not safe, and to probe around inside his mind with the new system we got. What the hell is so.. So INTERESTING about walking around his subconscious world? Where HE is in charge and you'll be in great danger."
Miyako sighed and walked away, increases her strides as she attempted to block out the information he just told her about this man. "I.. I can't tell you Marvin, I'm sorry." Looking down at the clipboard a small tear glistened in the bottom of her right eye in sorrow and disbelief as she read the name.. "Ken Ichijouji."