Da-chan: K, peepers, this'll be the third fic I'm going to post.
Shi-chan: Yes, yes. Right, right. So, when are you gonna post any of your other fics. You've got so many now that you had to delete some stuff off your computer.
Da-chan: Well, um, you see. I kinda fell embarrassed to post those ones, so.
Shi-chan: You mean like the one where that MerineDevimon interrupts your date with Kenta, or the one where Vash falls in love with you?
Da-chan: Shut up. We don't want the readers to know about that stuff now, right?
Warning Thingy:
Um, Shi-chan thinks we should rate this story PG13 or something. I on the other hand. HAVE NO CLUE AT ALL!! So we'll go with Shi-chan's rating for now.
Disclaimer:
We don't own any of the DGM stuff except a WaruMonzemon plushy thingy made from pieces of a sweater and an old teddy bear.
Red Moon
Layer 01
The shadow on the wall moves swiftly. It emerges from the wall itself, and bends over its victim's bed.
Skin is shown as covers are pulled from the boy's head. A clawed finger gently strokes its prey's delicate neck.
The shadow takes its time. It sees no rush in liberating the boy from his pain in the world.
'But this one's special,' it thought. 'He will have to be turned with precision.'
The boy moaned in his sleep. The shadow placed its lips of the young teens neck and bit down.
As it pulled away, relishing the type of blood it had only dreamed about for centuries, the boys heart skipped a beat.
'This is only the beginning. Two more encounters and the night shall belong to you.'
Crimson liquid still seeped out of the puncture wounds on the boy's neck. The shadow dipped a finger in a small puddle of blood at the base of the youth's neck. It swirled its finger around in it for a minute, pulled it out, let it drip for a moment, and placed the same finger on the boy's forehead.
'My son you shall be turned into.'
It drew a circle on the boy's head.
'. By the next moon.'
With the tip of its nail, it drew a small symbol. As it finished with its crafts, the shadow stood up and patted the boy's head fondly.
It walked to the window and passed right through it. The blood that was marked on the boy's forehead did the same, passing through the skin and painlessly engraving the symbol on the boy's skull . '. young Takato.'
~
The sun slowly rose from its nights rest. As it fell over the surrounding buildings, it danced into Takato's room. It laid its warm fingertips on the young boys face, though they weren't warm to Takato. It wasn't painful, just irritating.
His eyes squinted tighter, not wanting to greet the newborn day. He rolled over in bed. His side lay on the same spot were his own blood had been in the dream that previous night.
(His blood had somehow disappeared over night.)
Before he could pull the cover over his eyes, the sun hit his neck. An excruciating pain erupted from the spot were the creepy dude from the dream had bitten him.
'Wait.'
His eyes snapped open and he sat up. A shaky hand (though he didn't know why it was shaky) slowly traveled up his sweaty nightshirt and felt around on his neck.
He sighed in relief, as he found nothing. His relief didn't last long as he grabbed the alarm clock on his nightstand and yelled a curse word or two. The brown haired teen struggled out of the mass of tangled blankets and what not and jolted to the bathroom. He was out of the room before the alarm clock hit the floor, showing the time, 11:53 pm, and blinking out.
As Takato ran back to his room, hurriedly pulled his clothes on, then off, forgetting to take off his pajamas, finishing dressing with some minor trips and falls, and then skipping frantically out of his room and apartment, two faint red dots (one would actually think they where blemishes or something), firmly planted on the skin on the other side of his neck where he hadn't checked, raced across the mirror by the front door as he ran past.
~
Takato ran fast, as if he were being chased by a rabid rhino. Down the street he flew, making heads turn in surprise.
The building of his desired destination came into view. A small crowd of teenagers stood in front of it, impatiently looking at the posters.
Takato skidded to a halt in front of the crowd. Angry pairs of eyes turned to him.
"Dude, where the hell have you been? The movie's starting!"
Kazu (no Hirokazu, k?) handed him a ticket.
Henry looked to the sky. "I don't even know why I even came. I don't like horror movies." His backpack quivered, and a small voice emitted something that sounded like a 'come on, Henry.'
"Yeah, well, at least Terriermon likes horror fics. When I told MirineAngemon what we were seein' he kinda stopped breathing and fell over. Poor guy." Kenta fingered his ticket, looking a bit nervous. "I just hope I don't have nightmares this time. Are you sure we can get in?"
Kazu nodded. "Yeah! Course! Alan and me placed a little bet, and like always he lost. Yeah, so now he has to do whatever I want for a week, no buts."
Takato just stood there, trying to catch his breath, not even paying attention, just nodding. "Yeah. Right. Good. Uh huh. Amazing. Cool."
"Stupid goggle head," muttered Ruki, looking away as if he were a bloody, walking corpse with fesses rubbed all over it.
(Actually Takato didn't wear his goggles anymore. They were devoured by the aku closet demon.)
"Okay, OKAY!! Enough chat. Now lets go or we'll miss the movie."
"I thought by this time they were just showing the previews?"
~
"Here ya go Alan. Thanks by the way."
"Just don't get caught, k dude?"
Kazu scratched his head. "Please! Have I ever let you down? Wait, don't answer that."
The dandruff haired boy pointed down the hall, "Sign says movie and time. Now get going."
Kazu saluted to him and ran down the said hall and turned a corner. As the rest began to follow, Alan stopped them. "Actually guys, that's the wrong way. Its over there."
Everybody looked at one another and little fits of laughter filled the air.
~
Da-chan: Where is it? WHERE IS IT?
Shi-chan: Um, don't you think you should be doing the fan fic stuff instead of looking for that stupid thing?
Da-chan: Shut up! Do you know where it is? Do you? DO YOU?
Shi-chan: (ignoring Da-chan) Next chapter will have some more biting and a fight. No explaining for a while though.
Da-chan: (Grabs Shi-chan) WHERE IS IT?
Shi-chan: (weakly) It's in the closet.
Da-chan: YEAH!! I FOUND IT!!
Shi-chan: Man, you really do love that Winnie the Poo blanket, don't you?
Da-chan: (blows raspberry while hugging blanket)
Shi-chan: Yes, yes. Right, right. So, when are you gonna post any of your other fics. You've got so many now that you had to delete some stuff off your computer.
Da-chan: Well, um, you see. I kinda fell embarrassed to post those ones, so.
Shi-chan: You mean like the one where that MerineDevimon interrupts your date with Kenta, or the one where Vash falls in love with you?
Da-chan: Shut up. We don't want the readers to know about that stuff now, right?
Warning Thingy:
Um, Shi-chan thinks we should rate this story PG13 or something. I on the other hand. HAVE NO CLUE AT ALL!! So we'll go with Shi-chan's rating for now.
Disclaimer:
We don't own any of the DGM stuff except a WaruMonzemon plushy thingy made from pieces of a sweater and an old teddy bear.
Red Moon
Layer 01
The shadow on the wall moves swiftly. It emerges from the wall itself, and bends over its victim's bed.
Skin is shown as covers are pulled from the boy's head. A clawed finger gently strokes its prey's delicate neck.
The shadow takes its time. It sees no rush in liberating the boy from his pain in the world.
'But this one's special,' it thought. 'He will have to be turned with precision.'
The boy moaned in his sleep. The shadow placed its lips of the young teens neck and bit down.
As it pulled away, relishing the type of blood it had only dreamed about for centuries, the boys heart skipped a beat.
'This is only the beginning. Two more encounters and the night shall belong to you.'
Crimson liquid still seeped out of the puncture wounds on the boy's neck. The shadow dipped a finger in a small puddle of blood at the base of the youth's neck. It swirled its finger around in it for a minute, pulled it out, let it drip for a moment, and placed the same finger on the boy's forehead.
'My son you shall be turned into.'
It drew a circle on the boy's head.
'. By the next moon.'
With the tip of its nail, it drew a small symbol. As it finished with its crafts, the shadow stood up and patted the boy's head fondly.
It walked to the window and passed right through it. The blood that was marked on the boy's forehead did the same, passing through the skin and painlessly engraving the symbol on the boy's skull . '. young Takato.'
~
The sun slowly rose from its nights rest. As it fell over the surrounding buildings, it danced into Takato's room. It laid its warm fingertips on the young boys face, though they weren't warm to Takato. It wasn't painful, just irritating.
His eyes squinted tighter, not wanting to greet the newborn day. He rolled over in bed. His side lay on the same spot were his own blood had been in the dream that previous night.
(His blood had somehow disappeared over night.)
Before he could pull the cover over his eyes, the sun hit his neck. An excruciating pain erupted from the spot were the creepy dude from the dream had bitten him.
'Wait.'
His eyes snapped open and he sat up. A shaky hand (though he didn't know why it was shaky) slowly traveled up his sweaty nightshirt and felt around on his neck.
He sighed in relief, as he found nothing. His relief didn't last long as he grabbed the alarm clock on his nightstand and yelled a curse word or two. The brown haired teen struggled out of the mass of tangled blankets and what not and jolted to the bathroom. He was out of the room before the alarm clock hit the floor, showing the time, 11:53 pm, and blinking out.
As Takato ran back to his room, hurriedly pulled his clothes on, then off, forgetting to take off his pajamas, finishing dressing with some minor trips and falls, and then skipping frantically out of his room and apartment, two faint red dots (one would actually think they where blemishes or something), firmly planted on the skin on the other side of his neck where he hadn't checked, raced across the mirror by the front door as he ran past.
~
Takato ran fast, as if he were being chased by a rabid rhino. Down the street he flew, making heads turn in surprise.
The building of his desired destination came into view. A small crowd of teenagers stood in front of it, impatiently looking at the posters.
Takato skidded to a halt in front of the crowd. Angry pairs of eyes turned to him.
"Dude, where the hell have you been? The movie's starting!"
Kazu (no Hirokazu, k?) handed him a ticket.
Henry looked to the sky. "I don't even know why I even came. I don't like horror movies." His backpack quivered, and a small voice emitted something that sounded like a 'come on, Henry.'
"Yeah, well, at least Terriermon likes horror fics. When I told MirineAngemon what we were seein' he kinda stopped breathing and fell over. Poor guy." Kenta fingered his ticket, looking a bit nervous. "I just hope I don't have nightmares this time. Are you sure we can get in?"
Kazu nodded. "Yeah! Course! Alan and me placed a little bet, and like always he lost. Yeah, so now he has to do whatever I want for a week, no buts."
Takato just stood there, trying to catch his breath, not even paying attention, just nodding. "Yeah. Right. Good. Uh huh. Amazing. Cool."
"Stupid goggle head," muttered Ruki, looking away as if he were a bloody, walking corpse with fesses rubbed all over it.
(Actually Takato didn't wear his goggles anymore. They were devoured by the aku closet demon.)
"Okay, OKAY!! Enough chat. Now lets go or we'll miss the movie."
"I thought by this time they were just showing the previews?"
~
"Here ya go Alan. Thanks by the way."
"Just don't get caught, k dude?"
Kazu scratched his head. "Please! Have I ever let you down? Wait, don't answer that."
The dandruff haired boy pointed down the hall, "Sign says movie and time. Now get going."
Kazu saluted to him and ran down the said hall and turned a corner. As the rest began to follow, Alan stopped them. "Actually guys, that's the wrong way. Its over there."
Everybody looked at one another and little fits of laughter filled the air.
~
Da-chan: Where is it? WHERE IS IT?
Shi-chan: Um, don't you think you should be doing the fan fic stuff instead of looking for that stupid thing?
Da-chan: Shut up! Do you know where it is? Do you? DO YOU?
Shi-chan: (ignoring Da-chan) Next chapter will have some more biting and a fight. No explaining for a while though.
Da-chan: (Grabs Shi-chan) WHERE IS IT?
Shi-chan: (weakly) It's in the closet.
Da-chan: YEAH!! I FOUND IT!!
Shi-chan: Man, you really do love that Winnie the Poo blanket, don't you?
Da-chan: (blows raspberry while hugging blanket)