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Takeru's mind was a haze of images mingling with the blessed dark which had taken him shortly after he had reached Maro's apartment. When he opened his eyes, he was in a room much larger than the apartment he had entered before was capable of holding. He blinked sleepily and sat up in the large canopy bed he was on. He plopped back down and stretched out fully, enjoying the feel of soft satin against his almost naked body. Wait? Almost naked body? He had fallen asleep with his clothes on! He bolted upright and forced his tired mind to go through the past events.
He remembered the note, leaving school, packing his stuff and running away to Maro's apartment. He was fairly sure that this was not Maro's apartment, however, as Maro's small apartment would fit into this room almost three times over. He sat up and saw a black pair of pants with a black turtleneck had been laid out for him at the foot of the gigantic bed. He looked over and noticed that the sheets on the other half of the bed had been neatly refolded and wondered who had slept there.
He got up and took in stock of his surroundings. The room had a large wrought iron chandelier holding hundreds of candles, and a black marble fireplace which had a fire roaring merrily in it. The surrounding room was mostly furnished in black, only relieved by the large tiger's skin which stretched in front of the fireplace, and several modern paintings in shades of magenta and cranberry.
He walked over to where he saw a line in the black walls of the room, and found a nearly invisible handle in it. He opened it and saw an elegantly furnished bathroom. Takeru walked in and stared. The bathroom was almost the polar opposite of the bedroom. Its walls were all a pearly marble, and its towels were in shades of delicate rose pink or a light pear green. Someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to see Maro was relaxing in a large marble bath tub.
She was completely naked but the peach rose petals in the water obscured all her body parts. Vapors of steam poured from the water, indicating how hot the water was, but Maro didn't show any discomfort. Her arms were draped around the sides of the tub, and she was helping herself to a bowl of cherries, so freshly picked that the dew rolled down the side of the fruit. She was smirking at him and said,
"Konban wa Takeru. Did you sleep well?" *
He was about to answer when all of the emotions he'd hid from in his sleep overwhelmed him and he knit his eyebrows in anger.
"Where am I, Maro?"
She offered him a glimpse of her sparkling teeth and said,
"We're in the Digital World Takeru. You should recognize it as you've been here so many times. This was an abandoned building I found and restored. This is where we'll begin our kingdom."
"Kingdom, what kingdom? What's this all about? I don't even know you that well, but you take me into your home when I show up in front of your apartment, and now I wake up here?"
Maro once again smiled.
"Takeru-chan, I told you before I would let you come into my apartment if you were trying to kill me! Aishiteru." *
"You didn't answer my question. What kingdom are you talking about?"
Maro motioned him forward but he stayed where he was.
"Fine, I'll tell you. I wanted you to rule the Digital World with me."
Takeru blinked for a moment but then sat down promptly on the cold tiled floor.
"Are you crazy? As much as I'm grateful to you for taking me in and helping me realize what's been in front of my face for so long, have you lost your mind? I've fought my entire life to keep it from being taken over by people like you."
"Takeru, this is different. Gennai has been in contact with me. It was all written down in a prophecy that the bearers of the crests of Hope and Vision would meet up and make a kingdom to protect the Digital World throughout eternity. We're not like those evil digimon. They wanted it for power. We only want it to keep it out of their hands, and those who would use it for their own selfish purposes."
Takeru took this in and after a few moments nodded,
"Right, I have to protect this kingdom forever. All right, I believe you, as you're the only one who hasn't lied to me. But still I'd like to see the prophecy."
Maro nodded in agreement, surprised that he had accepted so willingly and that he wasn't yelling or screaming. Considering the trauma he'd been subject to recently, he was taking this rather well. He was probably still considerably hurt, so she'd have to be careful with him. Her thoughts were interrupted by his soft inquiry,
"Maro, what did you say your crest was?"
"Vision."
She did not tell him the other crest she posessed, without which she would not have been able to have him by her today, Delusion.
Several quiet moments passed in which neither spoke but Maro grew impatient.
"Why don't you come join me in the bath, Takeru? I don't want you smelling up the bed tonight."
She winked to let him know she was joking.
Takeru was at a loss for words, and finally realized he had been invited into the bathtub by a very beautiful and very naked girl of his age.
'Boy,' he thought, 'Daisuke would love to be in my situation.'
Suddenly his face hardened at the thought of his traitorous best friend.
Maro saw the look and decided not to ask. Instead she turned from him and began to 'stuggle' with washing her back. Finally she sighed in mock frustration and looked over her shoulder plaintively.
"Takeru, I can't reach my back. Will you help me?"
Surprising the both of them, he removed his silky boxers and deftly climbed into tub. Maro was so astonished that even she was at a loss for words for once. She handed him the sponge and he began to wash her back gently.
He wondered at himself. He wasn't sure why he had just complied and spent the next few minutes contemplating it.
While he questioned his actions, Maro concluded that he was subconciously afraid of losing the company of the only person who cared for him. She accepted her answer, knowing it was correct and allowed herself enjoy the back wash which had turned into an incredibly relaxing massage.
She moaned breathily as his hands hypnotized her and found herself aroused by his labors.
Takeru's hands creeped lower and lower down her back, and were rewarded by another soft mewl of contentment. He was pleased that he could make her happy, and grinned slightly when he remembered that all of his peers had laughed at him for taking massage classes at school. All the jeers were worth it now that he could give Maro something she would enjoy, in return for all the things she had helped him with.
Other than her soft sighs of pleasure, the bathroom's only sounds were those of the water disrupted by his hands, as he moved them continuously along her back.
Maro was slightly annoyed that she was giving in to her excitement but all she could concentrate on were the hands which were kneading the flesh abover her hips. Just as she was about to have him stop, he gave a particuarly well placed rub and the order died in her throat.
Suddenly she found the growing heat in her body unbearable and whirled around to press her lips desperately against his. He kissed back just as needily, and the bathroom became silent.
-_-_-_-
A somber group had gathered at the Ishida apartment, however Yamato was not among them. He had gotten the full story out of his dad, and some of his anger dissipated as he saw how guiltstricken his father looked. Instead after Masaharu had finished, Yamato had told him to pack and driven him to a clinic. He was expected to arrive back shortly.
Almost all the Chosen Children were there, and not even Daisuke attempted to lighten the mood. He was too busy comforting Hikari who was softly crying into his shirt. Iori was quiet and stared out the window while Ken rested his hand on shoulder, knowing that the young boy would feel very hurt at the loss of his digital partner. Sora and Taichi were filling in Koushiro, Jyou and Mimi, who had just arrived, with all the details. They spoke in hushed tones and everyone tried very hard not to disturb anything.
No one had moved from their spots when Yamato came back. They all looked helplessly at each other and then on Koushiro who was hurriedly typing a message to Gennai, in hopes of a reply.
The only sound in that darkened room was the rapid tapping of the keys, as Koushiro typed furiously, doing his best to show his support.
-_-_-_-
AAACKK
Sorry I didn't update but I just finished taking all my finals and SATs.
SUMMER!!!! HOW I LOVE THEE!
-Arynnl
Takeru's mind was a haze of images mingling with the blessed dark which had taken him shortly after he had reached Maro's apartment. When he opened his eyes, he was in a room much larger than the apartment he had entered before was capable of holding. He blinked sleepily and sat up in the large canopy bed he was on. He plopped back down and stretched out fully, enjoying the feel of soft satin against his almost naked body. Wait? Almost naked body? He had fallen asleep with his clothes on! He bolted upright and forced his tired mind to go through the past events.
He remembered the note, leaving school, packing his stuff and running away to Maro's apartment. He was fairly sure that this was not Maro's apartment, however, as Maro's small apartment would fit into this room almost three times over. He sat up and saw a black pair of pants with a black turtleneck had been laid out for him at the foot of the gigantic bed. He looked over and noticed that the sheets on the other half of the bed had been neatly refolded and wondered who had slept there.
He got up and took in stock of his surroundings. The room had a large wrought iron chandelier holding hundreds of candles, and a black marble fireplace which had a fire roaring merrily in it. The surrounding room was mostly furnished in black, only relieved by the large tiger's skin which stretched in front of the fireplace, and several modern paintings in shades of magenta and cranberry.
He walked over to where he saw a line in the black walls of the room, and found a nearly invisible handle in it. He opened it and saw an elegantly furnished bathroom. Takeru walked in and stared. The bathroom was almost the polar opposite of the bedroom. Its walls were all a pearly marble, and its towels were in shades of delicate rose pink or a light pear green. Someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to see Maro was relaxing in a large marble bath tub.
She was completely naked but the peach rose petals in the water obscured all her body parts. Vapors of steam poured from the water, indicating how hot the water was, but Maro didn't show any discomfort. Her arms were draped around the sides of the tub, and she was helping herself to a bowl of cherries, so freshly picked that the dew rolled down the side of the fruit. She was smirking at him and said,
"Konban wa Takeru. Did you sleep well?" *
He was about to answer when all of the emotions he'd hid from in his sleep overwhelmed him and he knit his eyebrows in anger.
"Where am I, Maro?"
She offered him a glimpse of her sparkling teeth and said,
"We're in the Digital World Takeru. You should recognize it as you've been here so many times. This was an abandoned building I found and restored. This is where we'll begin our kingdom."
"Kingdom, what kingdom? What's this all about? I don't even know you that well, but you take me into your home when I show up in front of your apartment, and now I wake up here?"
Maro once again smiled.
"Takeru-chan, I told you before I would let you come into my apartment if you were trying to kill me! Aishiteru." *
"You didn't answer my question. What kingdom are you talking about?"
Maro motioned him forward but he stayed where he was.
"Fine, I'll tell you. I wanted you to rule the Digital World with me."
Takeru blinked for a moment but then sat down promptly on the cold tiled floor.
"Are you crazy? As much as I'm grateful to you for taking me in and helping me realize what's been in front of my face for so long, have you lost your mind? I've fought my entire life to keep it from being taken over by people like you."
"Takeru, this is different. Gennai has been in contact with me. It was all written down in a prophecy that the bearers of the crests of Hope and Vision would meet up and make a kingdom to protect the Digital World throughout eternity. We're not like those evil digimon. They wanted it for power. We only want it to keep it out of their hands, and those who would use it for their own selfish purposes."
Takeru took this in and after a few moments nodded,
"Right, I have to protect this kingdom forever. All right, I believe you, as you're the only one who hasn't lied to me. But still I'd like to see the prophecy."
Maro nodded in agreement, surprised that he had accepted so willingly and that he wasn't yelling or screaming. Considering the trauma he'd been subject to recently, he was taking this rather well. He was probably still considerably hurt, so she'd have to be careful with him. Her thoughts were interrupted by his soft inquiry,
"Maro, what did you say your crest was?"
"Vision."
She did not tell him the other crest she posessed, without which she would not have been able to have him by her today, Delusion.
Several quiet moments passed in which neither spoke but Maro grew impatient.
"Why don't you come join me in the bath, Takeru? I don't want you smelling up the bed tonight."
She winked to let him know she was joking.
Takeru was at a loss for words, and finally realized he had been invited into the bathtub by a very beautiful and very naked girl of his age.
'Boy,' he thought, 'Daisuke would love to be in my situation.'
Suddenly his face hardened at the thought of his traitorous best friend.
Maro saw the look and decided not to ask. Instead she turned from him and began to 'stuggle' with washing her back. Finally she sighed in mock frustration and looked over her shoulder plaintively.
"Takeru, I can't reach my back. Will you help me?"
Surprising the both of them, he removed his silky boxers and deftly climbed into tub. Maro was so astonished that even she was at a loss for words for once. She handed him the sponge and he began to wash her back gently.
He wondered at himself. He wasn't sure why he had just complied and spent the next few minutes contemplating it.
While he questioned his actions, Maro concluded that he was subconciously afraid of losing the company of the only person who cared for him. She accepted her answer, knowing it was correct and allowed herself enjoy the back wash which had turned into an incredibly relaxing massage.
She moaned breathily as his hands hypnotized her and found herself aroused by his labors.
Takeru's hands creeped lower and lower down her back, and were rewarded by another soft mewl of contentment. He was pleased that he could make her happy, and grinned slightly when he remembered that all of his peers had laughed at him for taking massage classes at school. All the jeers were worth it now that he could give Maro something she would enjoy, in return for all the things she had helped him with.
Other than her soft sighs of pleasure, the bathroom's only sounds were those of the water disrupted by his hands, as he moved them continuously along her back.
Maro was slightly annoyed that she was giving in to her excitement but all she could concentrate on were the hands which were kneading the flesh abover her hips. Just as she was about to have him stop, he gave a particuarly well placed rub and the order died in her throat.
Suddenly she found the growing heat in her body unbearable and whirled around to press her lips desperately against his. He kissed back just as needily, and the bathroom became silent.
-_-_-_-
A somber group had gathered at the Ishida apartment, however Yamato was not among them. He had gotten the full story out of his dad, and some of his anger dissipated as he saw how guiltstricken his father looked. Instead after Masaharu had finished, Yamato had told him to pack and driven him to a clinic. He was expected to arrive back shortly.
Almost all the Chosen Children were there, and not even Daisuke attempted to lighten the mood. He was too busy comforting Hikari who was softly crying into his shirt. Iori was quiet and stared out the window while Ken rested his hand on shoulder, knowing that the young boy would feel very hurt at the loss of his digital partner. Sora and Taichi were filling in Koushiro, Jyou and Mimi, who had just arrived, with all the details. They spoke in hushed tones and everyone tried very hard not to disturb anything.
No one had moved from their spots when Yamato came back. They all looked helplessly at each other and then on Koushiro who was hurriedly typing a message to Gennai, in hopes of a reply.
The only sound in that darkened room was the rapid tapping of the keys, as Koushiro typed furiously, doing his best to show his support.
-_-_-_-
AAACKK
Sorry I didn't update but I just finished taking all my finals and SATs.
SUMMER!!!! HOW I LOVE THEE!
-Arynnl