Author's Note: Addressing this fan-fic, I would like to point out that
indeed, all characters listed here belong to me [excluding some Digimon]
unless noted otherwise. They may not be used without my prior permission -
and if seen doing so, I will have to send my band of rabid gophers after
you. ;D So play nice.
Digimon [Digital Monsters], sadly, does not belong to me.
*** Prologue
Kira fidgeted uncomfortably beneath the watchful gaze of her identical twin brother, Deim, only too aware of his lingering presence.
"I thought you said you wanted power," he hissed into her ear, his fingertips tight against her shoulders. Self-consciously, she brushed aside an ebony tendril, tucking it behind her ear before daring to glance back at him.
"I do..." she replied solemnly, wincing at the smile that decided to grace his lips.
"Then what are you afraid of?" he asked, gesturing to the warm object between her palms. She directed her gaze to the peach-colored egg, roughly the size of a volleyball. What was she afraid of? Deim had sworn he could bring her a life-long playmate, and indeed, he had. But even her seven-year- old mind could calculate that something was horribly twisted about the situation.
"Deim, I." she hesitated, pondering over how she should respond. Withdrawing his hands from her shoulders, he folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
"If you don't want it, I can take it back," he threatened. Kira's arms surrounded the treasure, feeling its gentle vibrations.
"No! Let me keep it!" Kira protested. Deim smiled, patting his adorable sister on the head. Even beneath the heavy lashes and uncertainty, he could detect her great longing.
"Then you must promise me that, one day, you will help me in my quest for power," he whispered, kneeling at her side. For many moments, a silence surrounded them, as if she dared not to speak. Then her silver gaze lifted, falling upon her brother's face.
"I promise."
Digimon [Digital Monsters], sadly, does not belong to me.
*** Prologue
Kira fidgeted uncomfortably beneath the watchful gaze of her identical twin brother, Deim, only too aware of his lingering presence.
"I thought you said you wanted power," he hissed into her ear, his fingertips tight against her shoulders. Self-consciously, she brushed aside an ebony tendril, tucking it behind her ear before daring to glance back at him.
"I do..." she replied solemnly, wincing at the smile that decided to grace his lips.
"Then what are you afraid of?" he asked, gesturing to the warm object between her palms. She directed her gaze to the peach-colored egg, roughly the size of a volleyball. What was she afraid of? Deim had sworn he could bring her a life-long playmate, and indeed, he had. But even her seven-year- old mind could calculate that something was horribly twisted about the situation.
"Deim, I." she hesitated, pondering over how she should respond. Withdrawing his hands from her shoulders, he folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
"If you don't want it, I can take it back," he threatened. Kira's arms surrounded the treasure, feeling its gentle vibrations.
"No! Let me keep it!" Kira protested. Deim smiled, patting his adorable sister on the head. Even beneath the heavy lashes and uncertainty, he could detect her great longing.
"Then you must promise me that, one day, you will help me in my quest for power," he whispered, kneeling at her side. For many moments, a silence surrounded them, as if she dared not to speak. Then her silver gaze lifted, falling upon her brother's face.
"I promise."