Crisp-pa: Beginning and summary confuse j00 much? Too bad. And, if you CAN'T guess who the fuck the main character is, then, you insolent FOOL!
Takato: HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME, VERMIN!
Chibi Sephiroth: …o.o;;
Takato: …I said it right, didn't I?
Crisp-pa/Chibi Sephiroth/Chibi Cloud: ~:Sighs.:~
Takato: Oh well. ANYWAYS! This first part is done in my point of view. Yay!
Ruki: And, yeah. We don't own Digimon. For, if Crispy did, uhm. Damn. Rukato wouldn't exist an-
Jenrya: THANK GOD!
Ruki: ….Shut up.
Crisp-pa: I just remember this: I screwed up. In the first chapter, I put something about dollar bills, well, I meant 1,000 Yen. Opps. And, by the way: 1,000 yen = 100 dollars in American currency. Thought you'd like to know that.
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I stare out in the rain, falling from the sky in long silvery sheets of crystalline water. A drop of water falls on my nose, and another follows suit. I look up, wrinkling my nose as the water runs down off my nose and dies on my dry, chapped lips. A sigh escapes these lips as I gaze mindlessly at the small gutter like thing over the sides of the merchants wagon I'm currently sitting in. Yawning, I unfold my legs out from under me, at first, they're asleep but, after a little bit of pacing they should be fine. Right now, I need something to trounce upon.
…Ah, yes. My legs aren't tingling anymore. Flexing my arms I sit back down, this time, very ungracefully as I spread out my legs and lay sprawled over the soft white cotton pad I was sitting on. Half on my body lies on it while the other half lies on the cold, wooden floor of the wagon. Rolling over I place my elbows on the floor and use the palms of my hands to hold my face up, while I gaze off into the misty plains, watching those silvery sheets fall in parallel lines. Sighing dreamily, I let one hand fall into the mass of precipitation, and watch interested as the water slowly rolls of my hand in little beads. Lifting it up I use it to wipe the perspiration away from my brow.
~The humidity really is sweltering…~
I hear the door open, but, I do nothing about it. I probably look so damn strange, laying here, with my legs spread as they are. Heh. Well, let the person ogle over me. Like I really care.
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~It's food, you eat it, see?~
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I wake up, probably hours later, hmm.. Never knew I fell asleep, well, that can happen. Blearily I look up, blinking my crimson -brown eyes from the luster light that obscures my visions correction. And, the first thing I make out is a pair of silver -gray eyes watching me with a dark raven -blue colored hair falling in their eyes. As I become more aware, I realize my 'guardian' is a male. Mmm. Yum. He looks edible.
"Konnichiwa!"
"It's fucking afternoon?"
"I've.. I mean.. you- you're a guy! Well, I.. I-I meant that.. at I ha-have your-food.. I couldva swore that.. No no no.."
What? Is this guy paranoid or something? Or is my lustful charm that good? Must be paranoid. Or something. Yeah. He's a freak. Pretty, nonetheless…
"..Whatever. Thanks." He gives me this quick nod, and like that, he's gone. Well, damn. I guess he was nervous about it… No. He must've thought I was some gothic woman and he wanted me. Like I could care. Looking over my plate of… ahem… 'food'. I suddenly think, that, well, I'm not really *that* hungry. Yawning, I stand up, stretching my legs. Yeah. It was damn near time I found a good fuck.
…..Damnit. It sounds like a crack addiction. And, plus, I could use some more Yen. I wasted most of what I had on to get this ride out of that hell. Damn diseases. Sighing I awkwardly I flop back down onto the ..futon? What the fuck? Since went was there a futon in here? Shrugging, I let it go. Someone must have thought it to be nice to give me something decent to sleep on. Yay. I hope they won't mind if it gets a little messy. Hah. A little. C'mon.
Now's the time to contemplate: Who was that guy? Some random person who was a slave? Or, maybe, someone who was also traveling with them? Maybe, another whore just like myself? They were all possibilities, but, the latter seems very unlikely. Yeah. Heaving out another sigh I roll over, on my stomach, wondering why I came to be like this, and since when did I care about others and their lives? Maybe, it was like, I was suppose to know this person…
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~Moumentai!~
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I'll never understand this sex-induced brain of mine. Hah. It never ceases to surprise me, hmm. I really need to release some stress. Right. Now. I can feel myself getting restless. It's been, what? Seven days? Ah. Fuck. Yeah. That sounds damn good. Hmm. But, alas, this question arises again: Who to trounce?
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
~We can do it, if we try!~
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Takato: HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME, VERMIN!
Chibi Sephiroth: …o.o;;
Takato: …I said it right, didn't I?
Crisp-pa/Chibi Sephiroth/Chibi Cloud: ~:Sighs.:~
Takato: Oh well. ANYWAYS! This first part is done in my point of view. Yay!
Ruki: And, yeah. We don't own Digimon. For, if Crispy did, uhm. Damn. Rukato wouldn't exist an-
Jenrya: THANK GOD!
Ruki: ….Shut up.
Crisp-pa: I just remember this: I screwed up. In the first chapter, I put something about dollar bills, well, I meant 1,000 Yen. Opps. And, by the way: 1,000 yen = 100 dollars in American currency. Thought you'd like to know that.
_*_ -------------------------------------------------------_*_
I stare out in the rain, falling from the sky in long silvery sheets of crystalline water. A drop of water falls on my nose, and another follows suit. I look up, wrinkling my nose as the water runs down off my nose and dies on my dry, chapped lips. A sigh escapes these lips as I gaze mindlessly at the small gutter like thing over the sides of the merchants wagon I'm currently sitting in. Yawning, I unfold my legs out from under me, at first, they're asleep but, after a little bit of pacing they should be fine. Right now, I need something to trounce upon.
…Ah, yes. My legs aren't tingling anymore. Flexing my arms I sit back down, this time, very ungracefully as I spread out my legs and lay sprawled over the soft white cotton pad I was sitting on. Half on my body lies on it while the other half lies on the cold, wooden floor of the wagon. Rolling over I place my elbows on the floor and use the palms of my hands to hold my face up, while I gaze off into the misty plains, watching those silvery sheets fall in parallel lines. Sighing dreamily, I let one hand fall into the mass of precipitation, and watch interested as the water slowly rolls of my hand in little beads. Lifting it up I use it to wipe the perspiration away from my brow.
~The humidity really is sweltering…~
I hear the door open, but, I do nothing about it. I probably look so damn strange, laying here, with my legs spread as they are. Heh. Well, let the person ogle over me. Like I really care.
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
~It's food, you eat it, see?~
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
I wake up, probably hours later, hmm.. Never knew I fell asleep, well, that can happen. Blearily I look up, blinking my crimson -brown eyes from the luster light that obscures my visions correction. And, the first thing I make out is a pair of silver -gray eyes watching me with a dark raven -blue colored hair falling in their eyes. As I become more aware, I realize my 'guardian' is a male. Mmm. Yum. He looks edible.
"Konnichiwa!"
"It's fucking afternoon?"
"I've.. I mean.. you- you're a guy! Well, I.. I-I meant that.. at I ha-have your-food.. I couldva swore that.. No no no.."
What? Is this guy paranoid or something? Or is my lustful charm that good? Must be paranoid. Or something. Yeah. He's a freak. Pretty, nonetheless…
"..Whatever. Thanks." He gives me this quick nod, and like that, he's gone. Well, damn. I guess he was nervous about it… No. He must've thought I was some gothic woman and he wanted me. Like I could care. Looking over my plate of… ahem… 'food'. I suddenly think, that, well, I'm not really *that* hungry. Yawning, I stand up, stretching my legs. Yeah. It was damn near time I found a good fuck.
…..Damnit. It sounds like a crack addiction. And, plus, I could use some more Yen. I wasted most of what I had on to get this ride out of that hell. Damn diseases. Sighing I awkwardly I flop back down onto the ..futon? What the fuck? Since went was there a futon in here? Shrugging, I let it go. Someone must have thought it to be nice to give me something decent to sleep on. Yay. I hope they won't mind if it gets a little messy. Hah. A little. C'mon.
Now's the time to contemplate: Who was that guy? Some random person who was a slave? Or, maybe, someone who was also traveling with them? Maybe, another whore just like myself? They were all possibilities, but, the latter seems very unlikely. Yeah. Heaving out another sigh I roll over, on my stomach, wondering why I came to be like this, and since when did I care about others and their lives? Maybe, it was like, I was suppose to know this person…
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
~Moumentai!~
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
I'll never understand this sex-induced brain of mine. Hah. It never ceases to surprise me, hmm. I really need to release some stress. Right. Now. I can feel myself getting restless. It's been, what? Seven days? Ah. Fuck. Yeah. That sounds damn good. Hmm. But, alas, this question arises again: Who to trounce?
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
~We can do it, if we try!~
**|~~~~~~~~~~~~~|**
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