OK! I don't own Digimon, this is just a stupid fic! Jeez! Anyway, that's
my disclaimer.
Anyway, I'm sorry there doesn't seem to be any action yet. There will be, but the little bit of action that's included here will have to suffice until then. Just be happy with he drame.
THE PARTY
"I guess this is the house." said Chris to himself. He looked at the house, or mansion one would argue, from the street where the spotlight shone directly on him.
The house was beautiful: white wood was what the house was made of, accented with brown wooden doors and window-panes. "I wish I was rich." Chris sighed as he trudged towards the door of the house.
Even before he could lift his hand to knock on the door, it opened to reveal a smiling Bruce. "Oh, sweetie, you made it! It's about time!" he screeched excitedly.
"Don't get too excited Bruce. I came, so let me eat some food. I don't like parties, and I don't like people." Chris said, looking very bored. He was wearing very basic clothes: a white shirt, blue pants, and sneakers.
"You know, you could try to be, um what's the word, FRIENDLY to some other people." Said Bruce.
"I only came to your stupid party to shut you the hell up." Chris said getting a little annoyed at Bruce's prodding.
"If you were really as mean and anti-social as you try to look, you wouldn't have come. That shut Chris up a little. Bruce put an arm around Chris and led him towards the party. "Hey! Look who came, it's Chris!" He then laughed evilly and walked off, leaving Chris glaring a hole at his back.
Chris immediately went to the food table, avoiding looks. He thought he accomplished this feat when Emilio Vastros, the class's "Latino Stud" as he liked to be called, went to the table also.
"Dude! You came! I'm surprised. I remember when I tried to talk to you and you wouldn't even give me the time of day. I'm really surprised you'd even be at a party." Emilio said when he saw Chris.
"I was pressured to come. Also, I really don't want to talk to someone like you. So, if you'll please excuse me, I'm going to eat this food, then leave.", he said, getting angry he had to have had some kind of interaction from someone who he hopefully would not see again when he went to high school.
"Ouch!" was all Emilio said.
After Chris got his food and sat down outside at Bruce's garden, he simply stared at his food. Why can't I be nice to anyone? I'm just filled with hatred. He could feel tears form at his eyes, so he quickly wiped them away.
Just as he was about to eat his food, Chris heard a very familiar voice call him. He turned around to see that RJ is walking towards him, with Michael walking right beside him.
"How have you been Chris? I haven't talked to you in such a long time!" said RJ, smiling.
"Yeah, Chris, we missed you. How come you haven't called us?" said Michael, giving Chris a huge hug.
Chris pushed Michael away, while making a noise that displayed total disgust. "How dare you?! How dare you even TRY to talk to me after you totally forgot about me. Then you ask why I haven't called you?"
Michael looked at Chris with hurt clearly showing on his face. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? You never call, every time I even try to talk to you, you don't pay attention to me. It's almost like I annoy you!" said Chris, yelling at the top of his lungs.
RJ looked down at the ground, evidently taken aback at his once sweet friend. "What happened to you? You used to be so nice."
"Life and betrayal happened to me. You both betrayed me. I thought all three of us had some kind of special friendship, but of course I was wrong." Chris wiped a tear that was falling down his cheek. He chuckled as he looked at his finger, wet from the tear. "Look at me, I'm crying like a bitch. This hurts me. More than you both know."
RJ, who was quiet all this time, suddenly spoke up with passion. "Why do you have to be so jealous of our love?! It's hard enough that people try to break us up, or even hurt us because we're two guys who like each other, but it's even harder having our friend, best friend mind you, tell him that our love is breaking up our whole friendship!" His voice cracked as he spoke the last sentence.
"Oh, now I'm a best friend?! Please. You're talking about how our friendship is breaking up. Well, I've got news for you, or friendship has been over for a long time. And who said that I'm jealous of you two. I'm not jealous, not at all." Chris said, looking down at the ground, the tears now flowing out of his eyes. "I never want to see you two ever again. In fact, I hope you two break up, so you could go through the pain that I am feeling."
Michael gasped, taking a step forward towards Chris with his right hand forming into a fist. "Never say that again. I don't know how we could have ever been friends with you. You're selfish, mean, and downright nasty." Michael's face was also wet with tears that, to him, seemed would never stop falling.
RJ looked around at his Chris and Michael, his face wet from the tears that was flowing from him. "Fine. I never want to talk to you again either, Chris. You've become way too bitter for us, and we just can't take that kind of attitude."
"Good. I won't see you guys later." With that, Chris turned around and walked away from the two lovers.
Meanwhile, in the Digital World, Holymon laughed at the futile attempts of the Digimon before him that wanted nothing more than to destroy him.
"Fist of the Beast King!" shouted Leomon. His hand started to glow, and he formed it into a fist. He then threw his fist forward, and the light shot from his hand towards Holymon. The light then became a roaring lion's head.
Holymon simply stood still while the blast hit him on his chest. After the dust cleared, Holymon, who was not hurt in the least, shook his head and said, "Do you really think that your attacks could hurt me in any way?"
Renamon, Bokomon, Leomon, and Elemon simply stared in horror. "Let me show you how it's done." Holymon said, his power rising steadily as he prepared to destroy the Digimon that dared to hurt him.
Wow! Ok, I'm finished with this chapter! Please tell me what you think of it so far, and trust me, there will be more chapters.
I'm actually having some fun with this.
I know you all must be thinking, "Holymon? An evil digimon?"
And I know you're wondering what happened to Darkmon also. I'll never tell!!! Actually, I will tell what happened to him, you just gotta read the story as it progresses.
And, what?! What do Chris, RJ, Micheael, and the other peopled mentioned in this story even have to do with what's going on in the digital world? Well, you'll just have to find out.
Anyway, I'm sorry there doesn't seem to be any action yet. There will be, but the little bit of action that's included here will have to suffice until then. Just be happy with he drame.
THE PARTY
"I guess this is the house." said Chris to himself. He looked at the house, or mansion one would argue, from the street where the spotlight shone directly on him.
The house was beautiful: white wood was what the house was made of, accented with brown wooden doors and window-panes. "I wish I was rich." Chris sighed as he trudged towards the door of the house.
Even before he could lift his hand to knock on the door, it opened to reveal a smiling Bruce. "Oh, sweetie, you made it! It's about time!" he screeched excitedly.
"Don't get too excited Bruce. I came, so let me eat some food. I don't like parties, and I don't like people." Chris said, looking very bored. He was wearing very basic clothes: a white shirt, blue pants, and sneakers.
"You know, you could try to be, um what's the word, FRIENDLY to some other people." Said Bruce.
"I only came to your stupid party to shut you the hell up." Chris said getting a little annoyed at Bruce's prodding.
"If you were really as mean and anti-social as you try to look, you wouldn't have come. That shut Chris up a little. Bruce put an arm around Chris and led him towards the party. "Hey! Look who came, it's Chris!" He then laughed evilly and walked off, leaving Chris glaring a hole at his back.
Chris immediately went to the food table, avoiding looks. He thought he accomplished this feat when Emilio Vastros, the class's "Latino Stud" as he liked to be called, went to the table also.
"Dude! You came! I'm surprised. I remember when I tried to talk to you and you wouldn't even give me the time of day. I'm really surprised you'd even be at a party." Emilio said when he saw Chris.
"I was pressured to come. Also, I really don't want to talk to someone like you. So, if you'll please excuse me, I'm going to eat this food, then leave.", he said, getting angry he had to have had some kind of interaction from someone who he hopefully would not see again when he went to high school.
"Ouch!" was all Emilio said.
After Chris got his food and sat down outside at Bruce's garden, he simply stared at his food. Why can't I be nice to anyone? I'm just filled with hatred. He could feel tears form at his eyes, so he quickly wiped them away.
Just as he was about to eat his food, Chris heard a very familiar voice call him. He turned around to see that RJ is walking towards him, with Michael walking right beside him.
"How have you been Chris? I haven't talked to you in such a long time!" said RJ, smiling.
"Yeah, Chris, we missed you. How come you haven't called us?" said Michael, giving Chris a huge hug.
Chris pushed Michael away, while making a noise that displayed total disgust. "How dare you?! How dare you even TRY to talk to me after you totally forgot about me. Then you ask why I haven't called you?"
Michael looked at Chris with hurt clearly showing on his face. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? You never call, every time I even try to talk to you, you don't pay attention to me. It's almost like I annoy you!" said Chris, yelling at the top of his lungs.
RJ looked down at the ground, evidently taken aback at his once sweet friend. "What happened to you? You used to be so nice."
"Life and betrayal happened to me. You both betrayed me. I thought all three of us had some kind of special friendship, but of course I was wrong." Chris wiped a tear that was falling down his cheek. He chuckled as he looked at his finger, wet from the tear. "Look at me, I'm crying like a bitch. This hurts me. More than you both know."
RJ, who was quiet all this time, suddenly spoke up with passion. "Why do you have to be so jealous of our love?! It's hard enough that people try to break us up, or even hurt us because we're two guys who like each other, but it's even harder having our friend, best friend mind you, tell him that our love is breaking up our whole friendship!" His voice cracked as he spoke the last sentence.
"Oh, now I'm a best friend?! Please. You're talking about how our friendship is breaking up. Well, I've got news for you, or friendship has been over for a long time. And who said that I'm jealous of you two. I'm not jealous, not at all." Chris said, looking down at the ground, the tears now flowing out of his eyes. "I never want to see you two ever again. In fact, I hope you two break up, so you could go through the pain that I am feeling."
Michael gasped, taking a step forward towards Chris with his right hand forming into a fist. "Never say that again. I don't know how we could have ever been friends with you. You're selfish, mean, and downright nasty." Michael's face was also wet with tears that, to him, seemed would never stop falling.
RJ looked around at his Chris and Michael, his face wet from the tears that was flowing from him. "Fine. I never want to talk to you again either, Chris. You've become way too bitter for us, and we just can't take that kind of attitude."
"Good. I won't see you guys later." With that, Chris turned around and walked away from the two lovers.
Meanwhile, in the Digital World, Holymon laughed at the futile attempts of the Digimon before him that wanted nothing more than to destroy him.
"Fist of the Beast King!" shouted Leomon. His hand started to glow, and he formed it into a fist. He then threw his fist forward, and the light shot from his hand towards Holymon. The light then became a roaring lion's head.
Holymon simply stood still while the blast hit him on his chest. After the dust cleared, Holymon, who was not hurt in the least, shook his head and said, "Do you really think that your attacks could hurt me in any way?"
Renamon, Bokomon, Leomon, and Elemon simply stared in horror. "Let me show you how it's done." Holymon said, his power rising steadily as he prepared to destroy the Digimon that dared to hurt him.
Wow! Ok, I'm finished with this chapter! Please tell me what you think of it so far, and trust me, there will be more chapters.
I'm actually having some fun with this.
I know you all must be thinking, "Holymon? An evil digimon?"
And I know you're wondering what happened to Darkmon also. I'll never tell!!! Actually, I will tell what happened to him, you just gotta read the story as it progresses.
And, what?! What do Chris, RJ, Micheael, and the other peopled mentioned in this story even have to do with what's going on in the digital world? Well, you'll just have to find out.