Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon. Okay?! Now, let's goooooooooooo!!!!!
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Author's Note: Hi guys, I know you guys are all pretty ticked off with me because I took so long to make this update. I'm going to use school as an excuse- I mean reason. I'm sorry and I'll try to be a little bit more faster. Okay, I'll try to be a lot faster. Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I WILL be a whole LOT faster.
- Rose Silverstein
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The Darkness Continues
Chapter 2-
By: Rose Silverstein
Rated: PG-13
Dedication: Georgette Gibbons (ff.net screen name: hick with flying monkeys)
As the first glimmers of twilight painted some gold and red on the sparkling royal blue sea, as animals began to wake up from their slumber, and as plants and flowers began to open up to the light, the world became alive once again.
Anybody watching this happen would've thought that the new rulers hadn't completely destroyed the world that humans had loved. To animals . . . it wasn't as much of a big change to the ones who weren't used for everyday work. They all knew that the world was crumbling.
As the use of technology increased, their were new ways to do tasks that would make humans' lives easier. But at the same time, it was torturing the Earth and nature. Cars and factories were polluting the air everyday, more forests were burned and cut down for paper and other things.
To anybody who had been paying attention to all of this, what was happening agonizingly slowly to the world happened in a few years. But, the slavery and abuse were too much.
But, in a way, the world was reviving from the harsh effects of pollution. Not many people knew this, but the Empress loved beauty. They just took over the world, they weren't trying to destroy it. Besides, what use was a destroyed empire?
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Golden sunlight streamed in through the window, into the master bedroom and onto the Empress' face. Acting as an irritating alarm clock, it slowly woke her up.
Opening her eyes for seconds only, she noticed that she had a head ache and a feeling in her stomach. She also felt a lump at the back of her throat. It made her want to throw up. She shut her eyes tight and tried to go back to sleep. She was definetley awake, but she just didn't have the energy to get up. Glancing at the clock, she decided to sleep for a few more hours. She'll just sleep long enough for her head ache and the sick feeling in her stomach to disappear. She felt the Emperor's arms around her slender waiste. Feeling his breath on the back of her neck, she knew that he had his face buried in her long and lustrous, lavender hair.
She suddenly noticed that his breath was uneven. As if on cue, one of his hands went up to her hair and pushed it back. A small smile crept onto her lips, as he bgean to kiss the back of her neck, slowly moving up to her ear.
"Good morning," he whispered into her ear. Pulling the silk sheets closer around her bare body, she turned around to face him. Before she could open her mouth to talk, he pressed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her again.
She was't surprised. He always did that. She kissed back, but at that point, a sharp pain pierced through her head like a knife. She tried to pull away, but she knew there wans't much of chance. He was a hundred times stronger than her and she knew it.
"Ken-Ken, stop!" she managed to choke out. Hearing this, he broke the kiss. Miyako started panting into the pillow, trying to get her stomach to calm down. Her hair fell over her pretty face like a lavender curtain.
"What's wrong?" Ken asked, pushing her hair back behind her ear. "I-I-I," she stammered. Ken raised an eye-brow at his wife. "N-nothing," Miyako stammered, "nothing. I-I just couldn't breathe. That's all." "I've kissed you longer than that before," Ken pointed out.
Miyako didn't answer. He ran his fingers through her hair. "That's alright," he whispered, "as long as you'll be okay tonight." He kissed her forehead. "I won't go to sleep without making love to you, got that?" he asked.
The Empress nodded. Hugging the red, silk sheets around her, she bent down and picked up her night gown off the floor. She slipped it on and rushed into the bathroom.
Ken just frowned. Something was unusually different about her.
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After breakfast, Miyako spent what seemed like hours in the washroom vomiting.
The lump in her throat didn't go away. She hadn't eaten any breakfast either. Miyako was starting to get a bad feeling about this. The explanation that popped into her head excited her and worried her at the same time.
It excited her because, she wanted what might be happening. She wasn't sure it was that yet. But, at the same time, she was worried about what the Digimon Emperor would think.
Miyako scanned her entire brain, trying to remember if he had said anything. But, her mind was blank. He hadn't even brought the subject up.
Miyako decided to debate over how to tell him later. First, she wanted to confirm her little hypothesis.
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When Miyako had walked into the hospital wing of the Palace, the two 'head' doctors looked surprised to see her. Her eyes stayed emotionless as she eyed Joe Kido. His friend was standing beside him. Amy looked surprised to see the empress.
She grabbed Amy and pulled her into another room. It looked like a room in a hospital. White bed, a closet, medicine and other stuff. There was only one bed in it.
Miyako slammed the door shut and locked it. "I am not feeling well at all, sister. I need you to tell me what's up."
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"Well, what's up?!" Miyako demanded. Amy, who was trying to figure out how the empress would react to the news, snapped out of her thoughts. "Alright, I'll tell you," she said. Miyako looked at her, expectantly.
"You're pregnant," she said, loud and clear.
'Oh, yeah!' Miyako thought once she exited the hospital wing, 'wait a second . . . ' She thought of the Emperor. 'Oh no . . . ' Now, she can debate over how to tell him.
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That night . . .
Miyako was laying in his arms, well sorta . . . He was lying down on the bed, his head resting on one of the over stuffed deep-red, satin pillows. She was also laying on the bed, her head resting on his chest.
He arm was hanging across her neck and his fingers were playing with her hair. She'd usually be hanging onto every word he said, but tonight she was too worried.
Ken noticed and suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Miyako gasped and turned to face him. "You aren't listening, are you?" he asked, "something's different about you, Miya. I want to know what it is."
Miyako sat up and he did, too. "Look, I have to tell you something," she said, starring at the hem of her night gown. "Go on," came the reply.
Miyako took a deep breath. "I'm
End of Chapter 2
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A.N. For those of you who are glaring at me, I'm sorry! I just ended it there because, just as much as Miyako was concerned/curious about what the DE would say . . . I'm also curious. I guess I never thought about it. Okay, peops, what should I do?
- Rose
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Author's Note: Hi guys, I know you guys are all pretty ticked off with me because I took so long to make this update. I'm going to use school as an excuse- I mean reason. I'm sorry and I'll try to be a little bit more faster. Okay, I'll try to be a lot faster. Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I WILL be a whole LOT faster.
- Rose Silverstein
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The Darkness Continues
Chapter 2-
By: Rose Silverstein
Rated: PG-13
Dedication: Georgette Gibbons (ff.net screen name: hick with flying monkeys)
As the first glimmers of twilight painted some gold and red on the sparkling royal blue sea, as animals began to wake up from their slumber, and as plants and flowers began to open up to the light, the world became alive once again.
Anybody watching this happen would've thought that the new rulers hadn't completely destroyed the world that humans had loved. To animals . . . it wasn't as much of a big change to the ones who weren't used for everyday work. They all knew that the world was crumbling.
As the use of technology increased, their were new ways to do tasks that would make humans' lives easier. But at the same time, it was torturing the Earth and nature. Cars and factories were polluting the air everyday, more forests were burned and cut down for paper and other things.
To anybody who had been paying attention to all of this, what was happening agonizingly slowly to the world happened in a few years. But, the slavery and abuse were too much.
But, in a way, the world was reviving from the harsh effects of pollution. Not many people knew this, but the Empress loved beauty. They just took over the world, they weren't trying to destroy it. Besides, what use was a destroyed empire?
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Golden sunlight streamed in through the window, into the master bedroom and onto the Empress' face. Acting as an irritating alarm clock, it slowly woke her up.
Opening her eyes for seconds only, she noticed that she had a head ache and a feeling in her stomach. She also felt a lump at the back of her throat. It made her want to throw up. She shut her eyes tight and tried to go back to sleep. She was definetley awake, but she just didn't have the energy to get up. Glancing at the clock, she decided to sleep for a few more hours. She'll just sleep long enough for her head ache and the sick feeling in her stomach to disappear. She felt the Emperor's arms around her slender waiste. Feeling his breath on the back of her neck, she knew that he had his face buried in her long and lustrous, lavender hair.
She suddenly noticed that his breath was uneven. As if on cue, one of his hands went up to her hair and pushed it back. A small smile crept onto her lips, as he bgean to kiss the back of her neck, slowly moving up to her ear.
"Good morning," he whispered into her ear. Pulling the silk sheets closer around her bare body, she turned around to face him. Before she could open her mouth to talk, he pressed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her again.
She was't surprised. He always did that. She kissed back, but at that point, a sharp pain pierced through her head like a knife. She tried to pull away, but she knew there wans't much of chance. He was a hundred times stronger than her and she knew it.
"Ken-Ken, stop!" she managed to choke out. Hearing this, he broke the kiss. Miyako started panting into the pillow, trying to get her stomach to calm down. Her hair fell over her pretty face like a lavender curtain.
"What's wrong?" Ken asked, pushing her hair back behind her ear. "I-I-I," she stammered. Ken raised an eye-brow at his wife. "N-nothing," Miyako stammered, "nothing. I-I just couldn't breathe. That's all." "I've kissed you longer than that before," Ken pointed out.
Miyako didn't answer. He ran his fingers through her hair. "That's alright," he whispered, "as long as you'll be okay tonight." He kissed her forehead. "I won't go to sleep without making love to you, got that?" he asked.
The Empress nodded. Hugging the red, silk sheets around her, she bent down and picked up her night gown off the floor. She slipped it on and rushed into the bathroom.
Ken just frowned. Something was unusually different about her.
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After breakfast, Miyako spent what seemed like hours in the washroom vomiting.
The lump in her throat didn't go away. She hadn't eaten any breakfast either. Miyako was starting to get a bad feeling about this. The explanation that popped into her head excited her and worried her at the same time.
It excited her because, she wanted what might be happening. She wasn't sure it was that yet. But, at the same time, she was worried about what the Digimon Emperor would think.
Miyako scanned her entire brain, trying to remember if he had said anything. But, her mind was blank. He hadn't even brought the subject up.
Miyako decided to debate over how to tell him later. First, she wanted to confirm her little hypothesis.
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When Miyako had walked into the hospital wing of the Palace, the two 'head' doctors looked surprised to see her. Her eyes stayed emotionless as she eyed Joe Kido. His friend was standing beside him. Amy looked surprised to see the empress.
She grabbed Amy and pulled her into another room. It looked like a room in a hospital. White bed, a closet, medicine and other stuff. There was only one bed in it.
Miyako slammed the door shut and locked it. "I am not feeling well at all, sister. I need you to tell me what's up."
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"Well, what's up?!" Miyako demanded. Amy, who was trying to figure out how the empress would react to the news, snapped out of her thoughts. "Alright, I'll tell you," she said. Miyako looked at her, expectantly.
"You're pregnant," she said, loud and clear.
'Oh, yeah!' Miyako thought once she exited the hospital wing, 'wait a second . . . ' She thought of the Emperor. 'Oh no . . . ' Now, she can debate over how to tell him.
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That night . . .
Miyako was laying in his arms, well sorta . . . He was lying down on the bed, his head resting on one of the over stuffed deep-red, satin pillows. She was also laying on the bed, her head resting on his chest.
He arm was hanging across her neck and his fingers were playing with her hair. She'd usually be hanging onto every word he said, but tonight she was too worried.
Ken noticed and suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Miyako gasped and turned to face him. "You aren't listening, are you?" he asked, "something's different about you, Miya. I want to know what it is."
Miyako sat up and he did, too. "Look, I have to tell you something," she said, starring at the hem of her night gown. "Go on," came the reply.
Miyako took a deep breath. "I'm
End of Chapter 2
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A.N. For those of you who are glaring at me, I'm sorry! I just ended it there because, just as much as Miyako was concerned/curious about what the DE would say . . . I'm also curious. I guess I never thought about it. Okay, peops, what should I do?
- Rose