Serphyona: Hi! I got's reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yami Serphyona: HHHHEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^.^
Serphyona: 0o don't mind her; she's been like this since she read Alene Deirbre's review.
Yami Serphyona: well I liked it! Thank you Alene! I always thought I had better taste than you.
Serphyona: . she did NOT say that you had better taste than ME!
Yami Serphyona: [blows raspberry] just help me write.
Serphyona: no
Yami Serphyona: come on!!!! did you not read the reviews? we got people confused. ^.^
Serphyona: ^.^ well that is good. Your supposed to be confused I don't think you'll ever NOT be confused.
Y S: yup now, darky! read the disclaimer!
Evil dude in fic [darky]: yami Serphyona and Serphyona do not own me, Tai or daisuke. she owns the white dudes, N.A.P.M.I, [which she should in-role herself] the plot and the dead girl.
but just to help you a bit. N.A.P.M.I is a place where they hold people who are to crazy for a mantle home, but seem to have answers to things, like in Taichi's case Darky kills people, taichi can see the murders, he draws it, the scientist notice they drawings are murders that are not even on the news yet, think something is up and they try to find out what's up. when they do find out whats wrong with the person, they flash it all over the news, get money, give the person to police and that person will have to die.
Yamato has a grim ripper kind of out fit on, it's a trench coat with really long sleeves that go past his arms and are all torn, and black leather pants on, I wouldn't mind a pic of him and tai but I can't draw worth beans.
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Would you save me, if I were to be killed?
Taichi's eyes opened. Again he was in the white room.
He was sick of this place. He remembered one of the white men saying he was in a non-answered psychotic mental institution. N.A.P.M.I. for short.
Taichi couldn't remember when he came here, he could only remember why.
Those "scientist" as they call themselves were trying to see what he sees.
He laughed bitterly. Just the thought of those horrid people seeing HIM was funny.
He looked in the mirror; stitches were holding his cutting flesh together. Five stitches were on each corner of his mouth. Twenty were on his chest.
He could fell the rough string scratch the inside of his mouth. All sorts of images flashed in his mind. the images of deaths, sorrows, pain.
Taichi grabbed a piece of charcoal; he moved the black chalk over the smooth tile surface.
The image was of a young 18 year old. Her face was sliced open; in some places the flash was just hanging by lose strings of skin. Her left eye was hanging from it's socked, the other completely gone.
Her neck was slashed wide open, like it was cut with a chainsaw. The neck bone was completely destroyed.
Long gashes covered her, here arms and legs were torn from her body, this teenager died painfully and slowly.
~Now in Taichi's complete P.O.V~
I turned to the bed, he was sitting on it.
=Mmm nice painting= he said lustfully.
Thankfully he hasn't done anything like that to me, only harsh kisses and painful bites.
I scared of him, yet I want him to all ways be with me. I now that thinking that would mean I'm crazy, and I guess I am.
The door to the room opened as the white men stepped in.
'Hello taichi, how are you today?' asked the red haired man.
'He's in here' I say plainly. The man sighs.
' Taichi there is no one-' he was cut of by another man.
' Please come with us, were going to play the shape game' said a black haired one.
I hated this game, they would hold up a card with a shape on the sidei can't see and then I had to guess what it was.
Yamto would tell me what the shapes are. and yes he has a name. I like his name when he isn't around I would tell the white men I like to call him yama.
The white men locked the door to my room and took me to the very small room.
He fallowed, he fallowes me where ever I go, like he doesn't trust the men with me.
They sat me down in the room with only one chair, one light and a glass wall that has a speaker.
They would turn the speaker on whenever they would talk, but my speaker was always on.
I shivered slightly as Yamato enters the room.
=More fun= he says, his voice crackling like fire. =I love watching their faces=
He pulled his black clothed covered arms around my neck, almost protectively.
The glass lights up and the red haired man sits down.
I don't like him, he's mean. I think absentmindly.
=he's mean, is he= yamto said reading my thoughts again.
Please don't hurt him I thought to him pleadingly. He does this some times
I say I don't like a scientist he murders them, like he did with this blue haired one called Yushiko, I really didn't like him. He always stared and he told me his name, that is against rules and he would touch me, just brushes over my hand or face but I didn't like it. Yamato almost seemed delighted to kill him.
'You ready?' he askes
I nod.
He picked up a card.
Yamato laughed and sicked my ear, I almost relaxed into the touch, but stopped my self.
= it's a star= he said between nibbles.
'Star' I told the man. He looked at me with surprise.
'Good taichi' then he started wispering to another man, making sure to turn off the speaker.
He picked up another card.
Yamato began to scrape his upper fangs against the back off my ear.
= Wiggly lines=
'Wiggly lines' I repeat.
The man blinks and the other scribbles quickly on a notepad.
' Taichi, how do you know what the cards are?' he asks strunly.
'Yamato tells me'I say
I whimper in pain as he bites deeply into the back of my neck.
= Ohh that wasn't smart= he says as he laps up the blood greedily.
' Taichi, enough of that noncence' he says bitterly.
They won't belive me I think sadly.
= I don't want them to see me so they can't= he tells me
I'll do anything just show them who you are for a moment. I plead nearly bursting into tears; I don't want to be considered a freak.
= It would be fun to watch there reaction, and that little promise catches my attenshion=
he says.
I looked at the seven men staring at me.
Suddenly they all gasp in horror as a dark mist clouds the inside of there room.
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Serphyona: hehehe!
Yami Serphyona: your destroying my fic your making it all kinda cute and weird!
Serphyona: the people don't want yamato ripping peoples heads off and just beating the crap out of taichi! They want him ripping peoples heads off and being protective of taichi!
Yami Serphyona: they do not!
Serphyona: too!
Yami Serphyona: not!
Serphyona: o.k people if you want yamato of loving taichi and being protective of him tell me!
Yami Serphyona: and if you want yamato to beat the shit out of taichi then kill him then tell me!
Serphyona: O.O KILL TAICHI!!!!!!!!!!?????????????
Yami Serphyona: yup.
Serphyona: -_- you are insane….