Disclaimer crap:I do not own Digimon, it is copyright of Toei/Bandai/Disney, blah, blah, blah...must I repeat myself? Oh, and this may contain Yaoi, so this chapter is rated R.
Digital Survivor
Chapter 2: Ankoku no Tenshi
I remember back when I realised my feelings; I knew it would be hard. How could I tell him about them with Milleniumon around? He could come out of nowhere, and kill him, just to torture me and possibly destroy me mentally? I knew I couldn't keep it in, but if Milleniumon found out, he would do anything. Why must I keep this to myself? All my life, I've been raised to repress my emotions, my parents said it was for my own good, saying crap about "It will make you a functional, normal, mature adult one day". Bullshit. I'll bet the next person who says "have a nice day" in those department stores is actually a psycho-demon-from-hell on the inside. However, we must move on...
He still rested there, unmoving, and sickly, and I looked at him. "I'm going out for a while. I have to think." He quickly nodded and I left. I looked about, and realised it was night. That was okay, I had fairly good vision. I walked a little while, and noticed a hill behind the bushes. I layed down there, and looked up. The night sky twinkled with beauty, and the moon shone upon the village bellow.
"The stars are beautiful, aren't they?" A voice commented. I was startled, to say the least, and looked up at the source of the voice. He looked extremely odd, but I didn't comment. His upper body and face were completely black, and his face had strange markings on them. He wore only a vest, but his legs were furry, so it didn't matter. He also had the most beautiful blue hair I had ever seen. I thought he was some kind of Digimon.
"Are you a Digimon?" I asked meekly, hoping not to offend him.
"There are those who would say that, and those who would not. I have no name, no identity, but if you must, call me Milton Newman."
"Milton Newman...", I thought of the name for a second, it must be an American name. "Are you American? Or from earth at all?"
He looked at me with knowing eyes, "yes, though the rest of my life is not clear, I do remember being in New York Hospital, where I was born. My parents were discusted with my appearance, they abandoned me in the streets, an outcast of society. I grew up in harsh conditions, I was often beaten, raped, and treated like a monster by bullies, street gangs, and criminals. I never got any sleep, and what little sleep I got was interupted by the beatings or reoccuring nightmares. I was a tortured soul; the the angel of agony."
I looked at him with pity in my eyes; how could one person live with such pain?
"However, I also remember you", he said calmly, with a erie look in his eye.
I looked up with a shocked look on my face. "W-what do you mean?" I asked him with a hint of fear.
He responded coolly and said "I know who you are. You are Akiyama Ryo. Why would I not remember you? You should remember me."
I gasped in horror when I realised this man was. "A...are you...Milleniumon?"
He scoffed at my question, "now honestly how long should it have taken you to figure that out?" He said with a touch of seduction in his voice. "...my beloved."
I repulsed at the thought. "You don't love me! You lied about everything!"
"Ahh...yes, they may be lies...horrible, discusting lies, but that does not matter to me...let me show you what true love can do to me...". He reached down to my face and pulled me closer, and into a deep, passionate kiss. "Your eyes...your hair...your tall, nice body...you're perfect...", he said with a grin.
At this, I pushed away, "get away from me, freak!! I am not your beloved!"
He pulled me back, "Yes you are. You can and you will be!" He stated assertively.
I began to sobb, "please...don't...", but it was to late...he started to lick my nipples ferociously, and slowly but surely he made his way down.
"Now, this won't hurt...much." He ripped my pants off and started to, for lack of graphicness's sake, "work my body". He thrust in harder, and harder, and I couldn't believe what was happening. I was being raped! I felt so violated. I looked at him with discust.
"Tell me, Milleniumon, how can you honestly degrade me like this, and and yet you call me your 'beloved'?!"
"That is not your concern." He stated abruptedly. "I have my ways. This is one of them."
I groaned. "You disgusting monster...!" As he pushed harder, and harder, my internal walls began to bleed. "Ahhhh!!" I cried. He shot his load up my ass, and I he pulled it out.
"Well, my buisness is done. Goodbye." And then he disappeared into the shadows. I layed there, in agonizing pain, and then got up.
After that, I began to slowly walk back, knowing I had to protect Ken, no matter what, Even if he got his filthy perverted hands on him, I would never give up without a fight.
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Well, that's it for chapter 2! I'm going away for the weekend, so chapter three won't be up until at least tuesday! Oh, and I should note...I had NO drugs, NO alchohol, and NO tea, just 100% PURE, FILTERED SPRING WATER while writing this. Also, thanks to Ajora Fravashi for inspiration through her art of gijinka Milleniumon! (^_^)
Digital Survivor
Chapter 2: Ankoku no Tenshi
I remember back when I realised my feelings; I knew it would be hard. How could I tell him about them with Milleniumon around? He could come out of nowhere, and kill him, just to torture me and possibly destroy me mentally? I knew I couldn't keep it in, but if Milleniumon found out, he would do anything. Why must I keep this to myself? All my life, I've been raised to repress my emotions, my parents said it was for my own good, saying crap about "It will make you a functional, normal, mature adult one day". Bullshit. I'll bet the next person who says "have a nice day" in those department stores is actually a psycho-demon-from-hell on the inside. However, we must move on...
He still rested there, unmoving, and sickly, and I looked at him. "I'm going out for a while. I have to think." He quickly nodded and I left. I looked about, and realised it was night. That was okay, I had fairly good vision. I walked a little while, and noticed a hill behind the bushes. I layed down there, and looked up. The night sky twinkled with beauty, and the moon shone upon the village bellow.
"The stars are beautiful, aren't they?" A voice commented. I was startled, to say the least, and looked up at the source of the voice. He looked extremely odd, but I didn't comment. His upper body and face were completely black, and his face had strange markings on them. He wore only a vest, but his legs were furry, so it didn't matter. He also had the most beautiful blue hair I had ever seen. I thought he was some kind of Digimon.
"Are you a Digimon?" I asked meekly, hoping not to offend him.
"There are those who would say that, and those who would not. I have no name, no identity, but if you must, call me Milton Newman."
"Milton Newman...", I thought of the name for a second, it must be an American name. "Are you American? Or from earth at all?"
He looked at me with knowing eyes, "yes, though the rest of my life is not clear, I do remember being in New York Hospital, where I was born. My parents were discusted with my appearance, they abandoned me in the streets, an outcast of society. I grew up in harsh conditions, I was often beaten, raped, and treated like a monster by bullies, street gangs, and criminals. I never got any sleep, and what little sleep I got was interupted by the beatings or reoccuring nightmares. I was a tortured soul; the the angel of agony."
I looked at him with pity in my eyes; how could one person live with such pain?
"However, I also remember you", he said calmly, with a erie look in his eye.
I looked up with a shocked look on my face. "W-what do you mean?" I asked him with a hint of fear.
He responded coolly and said "I know who you are. You are Akiyama Ryo. Why would I not remember you? You should remember me."
I gasped in horror when I realised this man was. "A...are you...Milleniumon?"
He scoffed at my question, "now honestly how long should it have taken you to figure that out?" He said with a touch of seduction in his voice. "...my beloved."
I repulsed at the thought. "You don't love me! You lied about everything!"
"Ahh...yes, they may be lies...horrible, discusting lies, but that does not matter to me...let me show you what true love can do to me...". He reached down to my face and pulled me closer, and into a deep, passionate kiss. "Your eyes...your hair...your tall, nice body...you're perfect...", he said with a grin.
At this, I pushed away, "get away from me, freak!! I am not your beloved!"
He pulled me back, "Yes you are. You can and you will be!" He stated assertively.
I began to sobb, "please...don't...", but it was to late...he started to lick my nipples ferociously, and slowly but surely he made his way down.
"Now, this won't hurt...much." He ripped my pants off and started to, for lack of graphicness's sake, "work my body". He thrust in harder, and harder, and I couldn't believe what was happening. I was being raped! I felt so violated. I looked at him with discust.
"Tell me, Milleniumon, how can you honestly degrade me like this, and and yet you call me your 'beloved'?!"
"That is not your concern." He stated abruptedly. "I have my ways. This is one of them."
I groaned. "You disgusting monster...!" As he pushed harder, and harder, my internal walls began to bleed. "Ahhhh!!" I cried. He shot his load up my ass, and I he pulled it out.
"Well, my buisness is done. Goodbye." And then he disappeared into the shadows. I layed there, in agonizing pain, and then got up.
After that, I began to slowly walk back, knowing I had to protect Ken, no matter what, Even if he got his filthy perverted hands on him, I would never give up without a fight.
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Well, that's it for chapter 2! I'm going away for the weekend, so chapter three won't be up until at least tuesday! Oh, and I should note...I had NO drugs, NO alchohol, and NO tea, just 100% PURE, FILTERED SPRING WATER while writing this. Also, thanks to Ajora Fravashi for inspiration through her art of gijinka Milleniumon! (^_^)