Red Moon
Layer 02
"Man that was a freaky movie. Too bad Ryo couldn't be here to see it."
"Yeah. Bet ya he's watching home movies or something with his Grandparents in San Diego right now."
(Kazu had caught back up with them after the little joke Alan pulled.)
"I don't think he would have liked the movie anyway. God, it was bloody," lectured Jenra (back the Jenra).
Kenta pushed open a door leading to the men's restroom. "Um (urgh) I'll be right back, I got to go (urgh) do something." He disappeared inside, leaving behind the moment's memory of a pale Kenta.
"Maybe Kenta shouldn't of come. He doesn't have a very high constitution, does he?"
Ruki leaned against a wall. "What are you talking about Takato? Anybody that saw that movie would want to, err, throw up. Just some more than others."
Takato shrugged. "Well, I don't think so. That blood was really fake. Actually, for some reason, I thought it was kinda humorous."
(Due to the 'you-know-what.')
Everybody's eyebrows rose.
"Man, what the fucks wrong with you. Even I thought that movie was overly freakin' sick, and I'm the gore king." Kazu shivered. "Man, I've never gotten the heebie-jeebies like this before."
The bathroom door swung open, and Kenta swaggered out like a drunken duck. He was still paler than usual, but he looked a tad better.
Jenra patted Kenta on the shoulder. "You okay, there?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he wearily said. It seemed as if everybody was expecting the blunett to hiccup.
Ruki looked around. "Hey, where's the rabbit?"
"Oh, he died." Jenra pulled his backpack off and unzipped it. Inside, Terriermon cowered at the bottom, holding his tamers gym sock as if it were a lifesaver.
His chocolate eyes looked up to Jenra. "I want Suzy."
"Scared you too, eh? Well, guys, I'm heading off. Kenta, your house is on the way. Want to come?"
Kenta nodded, and muttered a feeble 'yes.' His eyes were bigger than usual or they were magnified by his glasses. Either way he looked strange and out of place.
Jenra waved as he steered Kenta down the sidewalk, turning a corner.
"Well then. If Kenta's taking the movies after shock or whatever like this, I'm glad Juri didn't learn of this outing."
Takato nodded. "Yeah. I took extra precautions with that."
Ruki pushed herself off the wall. "Oh, did you now?"
"Well, I bid you farewell sir 'head of pineapple' and dear 'lady of the cards!'" Kazu bowed, put his hands on his head, and walked away, whistling a Dixie Chix song.
"Oh, yeah, see ya!"
It was dark out by this time. The two started to walk home, talking about random things.
(Only God knows.)
Soon enough, the fork in the road, which divided Ruki's route home and Takato's popped up.
Ruki headed off to the left, only to be accompanied by Takato by her side. Her head turned and they stopped.
"What are you doing? Your place is the other way, remember?"
Takato looked down and blushed. "Um, well, you see. I thought it would be nice to, err, you know." His foot turned on the asphalt while his hands twisted nervously behind him.
Ruki's turned red, and was suddenly very glad that her face was hidden by the shadows. "What? Walk me home?"
Takato bounced on the balls of his feet and looked up eagerly. "Can I? If, if you don't want me to, it's okay."
"Oh. No, no. It's fine. Really. I wouldn't mind the company at all."
Ruki coughed and they started walking again.
Soon they turned onto a street with allies marking every separation of buildings.
A cat yowled and jumped off a trashcan, making it fall to the ground with a threatening, metallic bang.
Eyes flashed from the ally way closest to them, and a man staggered out. He had blood-shot eyes and looked as if he had been drinking.
The guy staggered (quite fast, too) in front of the pair, now less than a foot away from each other.
"Hey (hic) HEY!! You look like you could have some value. Damn. this spin is hella' roomin'."
Ruki backed away, but the drunk grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. "Hey, nice neck string thingy. Wor(hic)th summit', eh?"
"Let her go!" protested Takato, stepping forward.
The man did a double take on the young tamer. He rummaged in what was either clothes or rags. Metal flashed in the night.
"Who invited you? Go away! Full of lead, pump you, I will!"
Takato's eyes widened as he stared down the barrel of a gun.
"No! Don't! Please! Whatever you want, you'll get it, just leave Takato alone! Please." Ruki was scared.
Earlier, she had told Renamon that she would be fine and didn't need to be followed. So, usually, whenever she could feel the presence of her partner, she felt content enough to act tough. Now that she was sure Renamon wasn't coming to the rescue, probably keeping Guilmon and Culumon out of trouble, she didn't have enough guts to keep her poker face going.
The drunk threw a nasty smile. His gun still steady on his target, his eyes moved up and down the girl's body. "How 'bout some action?"
"No!"
"SHUT UP!!"
Takato met the sad stare of Ruki.
"Yes," she muttered, not removing her gaze from Takato.
He stepped forward. "I won't let you!"
The man's red eye's narrowed.
Time slowed. Ruki's eyes went to the guns trigger being squeezed.
In the movies, when one pushes the guy with the gun to make the shot go wary, it works. Ruki did just that, only the stranger's arm moved downward.
A bang went off. The drunk's eyes widened. His mind became sober again, but just for one idea to be knocked lose in his hollow head.
"Oh no. No, no, no. Not this. I don't want to go back to the slammer. It's been just a week. No! I won't go back!" He ran, starting off the asphalt where he was positioned sloppily. His gun clattered to the ground. His figure disappeared in the narrow ally from which he had first appeared.
Takato lie on the ground. A puddle of blood formed under him. He coughed as blooded ran astray in his mouth.
Ruki ran to her friend's side. She pulled his head into her lap. His eyes, slightly glazed, moved from the sky to her face.
Tears stained his face as they came from hers. One made it's way to his mouth. Salty.
He wheezed. The bullet hadn't hit his heart, but his left lung. He could feel the air rush from his chest through the small hole.
Ruki's hand touched Takato's cheek, her thumb stroking his cheek.
Takato laughed. "Well, I guess it was good of me to tag along with you, eh?" A trickle of blood ran down his chin.
"Baka. how could you say such a thing?" Tears still leaked from her eyes, leaving its mark down the sides of her face.
A breeze gently tossed her hair. It felt nice.
A message, unknown to the redhead, traveled along with the breeze. Whispers ran along it's thread into Takato's mind.
Layer 02
"Man that was a freaky movie. Too bad Ryo couldn't be here to see it."
"Yeah. Bet ya he's watching home movies or something with his Grandparents in San Diego right now."
(Kazu had caught back up with them after the little joke Alan pulled.)
"I don't think he would have liked the movie anyway. God, it was bloody," lectured Jenra (back the Jenra).
Kenta pushed open a door leading to the men's restroom. "Um (urgh) I'll be right back, I got to go (urgh) do something." He disappeared inside, leaving behind the moment's memory of a pale Kenta.
"Maybe Kenta shouldn't of come. He doesn't have a very high constitution, does he?"
Ruki leaned against a wall. "What are you talking about Takato? Anybody that saw that movie would want to, err, throw up. Just some more than others."
Takato shrugged. "Well, I don't think so. That blood was really fake. Actually, for some reason, I thought it was kinda humorous."
(Due to the 'you-know-what.')
Everybody's eyebrows rose.
"Man, what the fucks wrong with you. Even I thought that movie was overly freakin' sick, and I'm the gore king." Kazu shivered. "Man, I've never gotten the heebie-jeebies like this before."
The bathroom door swung open, and Kenta swaggered out like a drunken duck. He was still paler than usual, but he looked a tad better.
Jenra patted Kenta on the shoulder. "You okay, there?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he wearily said. It seemed as if everybody was expecting the blunett to hiccup.
Ruki looked around. "Hey, where's the rabbit?"
"Oh, he died." Jenra pulled his backpack off and unzipped it. Inside, Terriermon cowered at the bottom, holding his tamers gym sock as if it were a lifesaver.
His chocolate eyes looked up to Jenra. "I want Suzy."
"Scared you too, eh? Well, guys, I'm heading off. Kenta, your house is on the way. Want to come?"
Kenta nodded, and muttered a feeble 'yes.' His eyes were bigger than usual or they were magnified by his glasses. Either way he looked strange and out of place.
Jenra waved as he steered Kenta down the sidewalk, turning a corner.
"Well then. If Kenta's taking the movies after shock or whatever like this, I'm glad Juri didn't learn of this outing."
Takato nodded. "Yeah. I took extra precautions with that."
Ruki pushed herself off the wall. "Oh, did you now?"
"Well, I bid you farewell sir 'head of pineapple' and dear 'lady of the cards!'" Kazu bowed, put his hands on his head, and walked away, whistling a Dixie Chix song.
"Oh, yeah, see ya!"
It was dark out by this time. The two started to walk home, talking about random things.
(Only God knows.)
Soon enough, the fork in the road, which divided Ruki's route home and Takato's popped up.
Ruki headed off to the left, only to be accompanied by Takato by her side. Her head turned and they stopped.
"What are you doing? Your place is the other way, remember?"
Takato looked down and blushed. "Um, well, you see. I thought it would be nice to, err, you know." His foot turned on the asphalt while his hands twisted nervously behind him.
Ruki's turned red, and was suddenly very glad that her face was hidden by the shadows. "What? Walk me home?"
Takato bounced on the balls of his feet and looked up eagerly. "Can I? If, if you don't want me to, it's okay."
"Oh. No, no. It's fine. Really. I wouldn't mind the company at all."
Ruki coughed and they started walking again.
Soon they turned onto a street with allies marking every separation of buildings.
A cat yowled and jumped off a trashcan, making it fall to the ground with a threatening, metallic bang.
Eyes flashed from the ally way closest to them, and a man staggered out. He had blood-shot eyes and looked as if he had been drinking.
The guy staggered (quite fast, too) in front of the pair, now less than a foot away from each other.
"Hey (hic) HEY!! You look like you could have some value. Damn. this spin is hella' roomin'."
Ruki backed away, but the drunk grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. "Hey, nice neck string thingy. Wor(hic)th summit', eh?"
"Let her go!" protested Takato, stepping forward.
The man did a double take on the young tamer. He rummaged in what was either clothes or rags. Metal flashed in the night.
"Who invited you? Go away! Full of lead, pump you, I will!"
Takato's eyes widened as he stared down the barrel of a gun.
"No! Don't! Please! Whatever you want, you'll get it, just leave Takato alone! Please." Ruki was scared.
Earlier, she had told Renamon that she would be fine and didn't need to be followed. So, usually, whenever she could feel the presence of her partner, she felt content enough to act tough. Now that she was sure Renamon wasn't coming to the rescue, probably keeping Guilmon and Culumon out of trouble, she didn't have enough guts to keep her poker face going.
The drunk threw a nasty smile. His gun still steady on his target, his eyes moved up and down the girl's body. "How 'bout some action?"
"No!"
"SHUT UP!!"
Takato met the sad stare of Ruki.
"Yes," she muttered, not removing her gaze from Takato.
He stepped forward. "I won't let you!"
The man's red eye's narrowed.
Time slowed. Ruki's eyes went to the guns trigger being squeezed.
In the movies, when one pushes the guy with the gun to make the shot go wary, it works. Ruki did just that, only the stranger's arm moved downward.
A bang went off. The drunk's eyes widened. His mind became sober again, but just for one idea to be knocked lose in his hollow head.
"Oh no. No, no, no. Not this. I don't want to go back to the slammer. It's been just a week. No! I won't go back!" He ran, starting off the asphalt where he was positioned sloppily. His gun clattered to the ground. His figure disappeared in the narrow ally from which he had first appeared.
Takato lie on the ground. A puddle of blood formed under him. He coughed as blooded ran astray in his mouth.
Ruki ran to her friend's side. She pulled his head into her lap. His eyes, slightly glazed, moved from the sky to her face.
Tears stained his face as they came from hers. One made it's way to his mouth. Salty.
He wheezed. The bullet hadn't hit his heart, but his left lung. He could feel the air rush from his chest through the small hole.
Ruki's hand touched Takato's cheek, her thumb stroking his cheek.
Takato laughed. "Well, I guess it was good of me to tag along with you, eh?" A trickle of blood ran down his chin.
"Baka. how could you say such a thing?" Tears still leaked from her eyes, leaving its mark down the sides of her face.
A breeze gently tossed her hair. It felt nice.
A message, unknown to the redhead, traveled along with the breeze. Whispers ran along it's thread into Takato's mind.