Intro: Digimon / PG-13 / Romance - Parody / Chapter two
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--Apollo:
He is in many respects the paradigm of a Greek god. He represents order, harmony, and civilization in a way that most other Olympian deities cannot quite equal. One only has to compare him with Dionysus to understand how Apollo is depicted as a bright, rational counterpart to the chaotic and frenzied god of wine and women.
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Well... Hello. Yeah, hello is an acceptable way to introduce myself. So: Hello, I'm Apollo or Takeru if you want. God of poetry, music, and some other delicious things related to art. If you ask, you'll see that everyone know me and appreciate since I've written well known sonnets and incomparable idylls and I've lighted poets and writers like Isopod and Dante.
Delightful singer, amazing player of all the instruments you can mention.
Yes.
But if you yell loudly how much you like me I'd blush as if there's no tomorrow. Even if that's impossible since I'm an immortal being. You'll see, noble human creature, I am in fact more of a shy god and even if I do like telling myself how good I am, I certainly can't accept other people to say it. It drives me... Red.
As you can see, I'm trying to work on my operas. I'm in my work place, at my special section of the Olympus decorated with extremely fine paints I've sent someone to steal from mortals, sculptures and lots of instruments, some of them not even known by humans. This is my blue and delightful heaven, as I call it. I like to imagine it's a private sanctuary where I can get away from the other gods, noisy and disturbing beings. They always bother me, saying I'm a boring, no fun god. I am not. I like things other don't and to differ myself from those detestable creatures I actually have feelings.
Of course not all the gods are evil... I can mention at least one, the keeper of my heart, the reason of my existence... And I can mention lots of uneducated, egocentric immortals that shouldn't be even called gods... Specially a certain drunkard. Zeus just named him god because of his invention... What a lame, lame and unpleasant blond... Better known as Yamato. He doesn't only hate me, but he's also deeply in love with MY beloved! I remember he found his love for her, Aphrodite, some week after he made 'love' with my sister Hikari! How, how in this horrible world did he dare to touch MY sister and then tell the whole place he is in love with MY goddess!! Argh! The only thought of his azure and misty eyes make me shiver in anger! He calls himself the beauty of the Olympus... What right does he have to do so? I came here first! I am more talented than he is! I am more of a gentleman! And to the top of it all, if looks is the only thing that matters, WE ARE ALMOST ALIKE!
I hate myself for it. And damn it. Look what thinking about that--- that--- that mistake of creation made me do... I've destroyed the paper I was going to write on. Now I have to go and get another one. And you know what? It's his entire fault. He makes my life miserable.
*cough* Now silence, please. I'm trying to concentrate in a new and deep sonnet. It's not easy, not at all. I must find
the right words,
the argument,
the method,
the feeli--"Apollo! I finally found you, my dear pigeon!"--and the way to escape from this nightmare of woman. Hera. No, wait, Hera no, Mimi. I think she yesterday killed the incautious man that named her that way.
My main pursuer, the one who's always waiting in the shadows to sexually harass my charming, yet slender body. It seems a lie, she being Zeus' wife and having the title of goddess of goddess...
Talking about Zeus, did you know that because of a mortal he's now impotent?
"Oooh, silent as a rock aren't we?" Is she trying to be poetic with that comparison? "Would you come with me to my chambers? I only need to talk to you, my dear..." She asks me seductively, batting her eyelashes. At this point you can imagine I'm trying to climb up the walls.
"I'm... Busy" I answer bravely, me, innocent and hopeless little creature in comparision with this immortal woman. As I turn down her request I notice terrified how her face features change from tender and gentle ones to those of a blood thirsty murder. Oh Ades! If you could only take me away to the underneath where the unliving live...! If I weren't immortal...
Panic over coming me, I say "Don't worry, cara, go to your chambers and I'll be there with you in five little and ever so small minutes" I say, making with my fore finger and my thumb the 'little' sign. Fortunately the tender and gentle face came back to light her, and turning around, she leave. And I free the breath held in my lungs because of the panic.
The feminine species is a strange and evil one. But after all, I know that the one and only girl for me is Aphrodite.
She's a flower made woman, the sunlight captured in her face, the beauty of the ocean waves trapped in her body! O dolce fanciulla ove conforme risiede l'amore del mio giovanile incanto! If only your beauty and kindness weren't a mortal trap for us, young immortal and mortal! Quanto l'amo, o graziosa fanciulla...
"APOLLO! I'm waiting, dear" But are the avversi numi -contradictory destiny- which call me, and I'm damned to suffer with Mimi... I know! Quickly, I must write a letter telling my beloved we need to talk in Mimi's room so she'll rescue me! Not only beauty and charisma lays in her soul, ma un abito fiero - strong character- that turns every beast into the smallest of insects!
"Carello!" I call my horse "bring this to Aphrodite; she'll know what to do!" Carello nods his head perfectly adorned with golden locks and leaves, while I'm left alone at Mimi's mercy.
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"Ahh... Finally, my darling!" She says when I enter her chamber. She's laying her body on a pink couch showing with a lose tunic most of her curves.
"Yes, yes..." I say lamely; and she laughs.
"You aren't nervous, are you?" I shock my head, but my trembling legs say the contraire. Mimi smiles, then starts getting dangerously close to my person. I make a step backwards, but she's quicker and only two or three steps away split me from her. And it seems she's ready to brake the gap between us existent, so I better close my eyes not to look: eyes that don't see, heart that doesn't feel. Not that it would feel anything else but pain...
"Taichi! Hera is cheating on you, *again*!"
I hear a gasp from Mimi. Who, who in this world is capable to call her like that out loud? Who told her husband her intentions? Who wants to be tortured to the rest of eternity? Who is the keeper of that wonderful voice? I open my eyes and see... Aphrodite! She's come to rescue me! Oh thank you goddess of gods! Thanks to the heaven, infinite thanks! But... What...? Are my eyes betraying me in an inconsiderate revenge...? Why is Dionysus...-- Holding her like a grape to its stem--- And kissing her immaculate neck?!
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votes-
sorato 7
sokeru 3
taito 0
no votes 4
menage-รก-trois 1 (numb)
This took long enough. I've lost most of my interest in all what respects digimon/fics/sorato but if you review enough I might do an exception and write the next chapter sooner. So what do you think?
++++++++
--Apollo:
He is in many respects the paradigm of a Greek god. He represents order, harmony, and civilization in a way that most other Olympian deities cannot quite equal. One only has to compare him with Dionysus to understand how Apollo is depicted as a bright, rational counterpart to the chaotic and frenzied god of wine and women.
++++++++
Well... Hello. Yeah, hello is an acceptable way to introduce myself. So: Hello, I'm Apollo or Takeru if you want. God of poetry, music, and some other delicious things related to art. If you ask, you'll see that everyone know me and appreciate since I've written well known sonnets and incomparable idylls and I've lighted poets and writers like Isopod and Dante.
Delightful singer, amazing player of all the instruments you can mention.
Yes.
But if you yell loudly how much you like me I'd blush as if there's no tomorrow. Even if that's impossible since I'm an immortal being. You'll see, noble human creature, I am in fact more of a shy god and even if I do like telling myself how good I am, I certainly can't accept other people to say it. It drives me... Red.
As you can see, I'm trying to work on my operas. I'm in my work place, at my special section of the Olympus decorated with extremely fine paints I've sent someone to steal from mortals, sculptures and lots of instruments, some of them not even known by humans. This is my blue and delightful heaven, as I call it. I like to imagine it's a private sanctuary where I can get away from the other gods, noisy and disturbing beings. They always bother me, saying I'm a boring, no fun god. I am not. I like things other don't and to differ myself from those detestable creatures I actually have feelings.
Of course not all the gods are evil... I can mention at least one, the keeper of my heart, the reason of my existence... And I can mention lots of uneducated, egocentric immortals that shouldn't be even called gods... Specially a certain drunkard. Zeus just named him god because of his invention... What a lame, lame and unpleasant blond... Better known as Yamato. He doesn't only hate me, but he's also deeply in love with MY beloved! I remember he found his love for her, Aphrodite, some week after he made 'love' with my sister Hikari! How, how in this horrible world did he dare to touch MY sister and then tell the whole place he is in love with MY goddess!! Argh! The only thought of his azure and misty eyes make me shiver in anger! He calls himself the beauty of the Olympus... What right does he have to do so? I came here first! I am more talented than he is! I am more of a gentleman! And to the top of it all, if looks is the only thing that matters, WE ARE ALMOST ALIKE!
I hate myself for it. And damn it. Look what thinking about that--- that--- that mistake of creation made me do... I've destroyed the paper I was going to write on. Now I have to go and get another one. And you know what? It's his entire fault. He makes my life miserable.
*cough* Now silence, please. I'm trying to concentrate in a new and deep sonnet. It's not easy, not at all. I must find
the right words,
the argument,
the method,
the feeli--"Apollo! I finally found you, my dear pigeon!"--and the way to escape from this nightmare of woman. Hera. No, wait, Hera no, Mimi. I think she yesterday killed the incautious man that named her that way.
My main pursuer, the one who's always waiting in the shadows to sexually harass my charming, yet slender body. It seems a lie, she being Zeus' wife and having the title of goddess of goddess...
Talking about Zeus, did you know that because of a mortal he's now impotent?
"Oooh, silent as a rock aren't we?" Is she trying to be poetic with that comparison? "Would you come with me to my chambers? I only need to talk to you, my dear..." She asks me seductively, batting her eyelashes. At this point you can imagine I'm trying to climb up the walls.
"I'm... Busy" I answer bravely, me, innocent and hopeless little creature in comparision with this immortal woman. As I turn down her request I notice terrified how her face features change from tender and gentle ones to those of a blood thirsty murder. Oh Ades! If you could only take me away to the underneath where the unliving live...! If I weren't immortal...
Panic over coming me, I say "Don't worry, cara, go to your chambers and I'll be there with you in five little and ever so small minutes" I say, making with my fore finger and my thumb the 'little' sign. Fortunately the tender and gentle face came back to light her, and turning around, she leave. And I free the breath held in my lungs because of the panic.
The feminine species is a strange and evil one. But after all, I know that the one and only girl for me is Aphrodite.
She's a flower made woman, the sunlight captured in her face, the beauty of the ocean waves trapped in her body! O dolce fanciulla ove conforme risiede l'amore del mio giovanile incanto! If only your beauty and kindness weren't a mortal trap for us, young immortal and mortal! Quanto l'amo, o graziosa fanciulla...
"APOLLO! I'm waiting, dear" But are the avversi numi -contradictory destiny- which call me, and I'm damned to suffer with Mimi... I know! Quickly, I must write a letter telling my beloved we need to talk in Mimi's room so she'll rescue me! Not only beauty and charisma lays in her soul, ma un abito fiero - strong character- that turns every beast into the smallest of insects!
"Carello!" I call my horse "bring this to Aphrodite; she'll know what to do!" Carello nods his head perfectly adorned with golden locks and leaves, while I'm left alone at Mimi's mercy.
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"Ahh... Finally, my darling!" She says when I enter her chamber. She's laying her body on a pink couch showing with a lose tunic most of her curves.
"Yes, yes..." I say lamely; and she laughs.
"You aren't nervous, are you?" I shock my head, but my trembling legs say the contraire. Mimi smiles, then starts getting dangerously close to my person. I make a step backwards, but she's quicker and only two or three steps away split me from her. And it seems she's ready to brake the gap between us existent, so I better close my eyes not to look: eyes that don't see, heart that doesn't feel. Not that it would feel anything else but pain...
"Taichi! Hera is cheating on you, *again*!"
I hear a gasp from Mimi. Who, who in this world is capable to call her like that out loud? Who told her husband her intentions? Who wants to be tortured to the rest of eternity? Who is the keeper of that wonderful voice? I open my eyes and see... Aphrodite! She's come to rescue me! Oh thank you goddess of gods! Thanks to the heaven, infinite thanks! But... What...? Are my eyes betraying me in an inconsiderate revenge...? Why is Dionysus...-- Holding her like a grape to its stem--- And kissing her immaculate neck?!
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votes-
sorato 7
sokeru 3
taito 0
no votes 4
menage-รก-trois 1 (numb)
This took long enough. I've lost most of my interest in all what respects digimon/fics/sorato but if you review enough I might do an exception and write the next chapter sooner. So what do you think?