I don't own digimon
AN: Warning for the end. If you're youngified, ie Not Adult Swim age, be careful.
Home, Sweet, Home
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"Mom, I'm home!" shouted Janet as she pushed through the front door of her house. Viximon was resting on the girl's shoulder. A stout woman appeared from a side doorway and into the entry way of the house. She was dressed in a blue jacket with a red patch on its shoulders that depicted a medical cross. Her hair was brown and pushed under a similarly designed baseball cap.
"There you are, now where were you?" said the woman sharply. Janet flinched and looked up at the woman. "Well, you know Kevin called about ten minutes ago and said you weren't at the schoolyard…"
"Mom, you know Kevin, he's not the brightest bulb, he went to the wrong part of the schoolyard, we were behind the school and he was in front…the idiot must have thought we decided not to play today," grumbled Janet loudly as she took Viximon from her shoulder. The woman's brown eyes flashed over the golden object and then at Janet.
"And what is that?" asked the woman as she pointed at Viximon.
Janet gulped, and looked as if she was mustering her courage, "Well…we had this assembly today…and afterwards they passed out stuff toys…and well this is the one I got…"
The woman leaned forward and appraised the stuffed animal closely. He dark brown eyes scanned over the object. It was round like a football and had huge, blue eyes and a puffy tail. It was covered in golden fur. She narrowed her eyes and then looked at Janet and smiled, "It's kind of cute…"
"Mom, are you going to work tonight?" asked the brown haired child to her mother.
"I'm sorry, honey, but Mary got sick with that flu, and I have to fill in for her, I know I promised to take you to the movies tonight but…" The woman sighed and looked at her daughter, "I'm very sorry…"
Janet looked down and nodded, "I know mom, don't worry about it."
"Now, I have to go, so you be good, your father should be here in about an hour, he had to stop at the bus station to pick up your grandfather…" said the woman quietly as she disappeared into the room she came from.
"Grandfather!" yelped Janet loudly. "Why is grandfather coming?"
"You know, he has that meeting with Rabbi Silverburg this week," replied the woman's voice as she reappeared with a purse hung over her shoulder. She walked up to Janet and kissed her on the forehead, "Now, be good, and don't make a mess if you happen to have a snack…"
"Yes mother," Janet rolled her eyes. Janet's mother smiled and patted the girl's head and then opened the front door and left the house.
"She seemed…nice," said Viximon quietly, "but to think I'm only cute…she will just have to see me really kick some butt…"
"No, she doesn't," replied Janet coldly as she walked forward down the entry way hall. It was surrounded by doorways that led to warm, earth toned rooms, though the entryway itself had white walls. Janet walked up to a staircase and then started to ascend the stairs. "Let's get you up to my room, before grandfather gets here…"
"Awe, I wanted to meet your grandfather," whimpered the ball of fox.
"But I don't, he's very observant, and if he found out about you…" Janet shuddered at the thought of the sixty year old flinging some sort of exorcism stuff all over the place. She loved her grandfather but the old man had grown eccentric over the years. He saw demons and ghosts everywhere, and being a Jewish rabbi didn't help any. Every time he thought he saw a demon or apparition. He'd flood the building with holy water and shout prayers as loud as he could.
She walked up to the top stair and then three doors down the hall. She opened the door and then walked in. It was a large room with a soft red décor. Pink bed clothes covered the bed and watered down maroon carpet laid on the floor. A desk with a twisting lamp was in the left corner. There was a walk in closet on the right wall. Two windows rested on each side of the bed and tree branches filled their vista.
"I didn't think you liked things so pink," said Viximon as she hopped down on the floor and hopped on the carpet.
"Well, it was my mom's idea," sighed Janet as she dropped her bag that she had brought from school and staggered to her bed and fell face first into the cushion. Viximon hopped forward and then leapt up on the bed rolling up next to Janet's head.
"Your world is very nice," said Viximon. The fox digimon's mouth opened wide in a loud yawn. "Jeesh, I didn't think I was that tired…"
"Me…" Janet yawned loudly, "…neither…" Seconds later the girl was fast asleep next to a golden ball of fox, which was curled up next to her.
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"Hello?" Jason pushed the door open. It creaked quietly as it opened into a dark living room. Jason kicked his shoes off on the white linoleum in between the door and the beginning of the living room's carpet, and put Otamamon on the floor. The room was very dark and a grey haze seemed to hang in the room forcing the sun's rays to filter through the murkiness.
"No one's home?" asked Otamamon in a whisper. He had seen the small red house as they had arrived; it didn't have one the mechanical vehicles in it like the other houses had so Jason had said there may be no one home.
"It seems that way," replied Jason quietly. He looked down at Otamamon, "but to be on the safe side don't speak until we get into my room." The tadpole nodded quietly. Jason knelt down and lifted the tadpole and then slowly walked forward. "I'm sorry if it's kind of messy…" whispered Jason quietly. The living room seemed to be littered with old papers and a small dish on a coffee table in front of the couch was filled with half burned, white sticks. Jason sighed looking at the objects, "He never is going to quit…I'd wish he wouldn't say he would…"
"What are they?" asked Otamamon quietly.
"Cigarettes, just don't think about them; it's better if you don't," replied Jason as he left the living room and walked down a short hall way with three doors. The first led to a bath, the second was closed and the third Jason stopped in front of and turned the knob. "Here we go, chateau de me." He pushed the dark brown door forward and walked into the room. It was a marked improvement of the living room. Clothes were in a hamper, the dresser was neatly closed and the closet door didn't have anything bulging out of it. The walls had black posters of pale humans ramming their heads forward and beating on instruments. The curtains were an oddity; they were black and very light entered the room
The boy sat on the edge of his bed quietly and looked at Otamamon. The tadpole staggered about and looked around, "It's a lot cleaner in here than it is out there…"
"I know, I haven't had the chance to clean the living room yet," murmured Jason quietly. "I guess it's just something my father doesn't do so well…I'm the tidy one, like…" Jason furrowed his brow. "Well, let's see if I can find you something to eat."
"Oh boy!" cheered the tadpole as he hopped around in delight.
"JASON?" shouted a voice grumpily. Jason blanched and quickly grabbed up Otamamon covering his mouth. The voice barked again. "IS THAT YOU?"
"Ye-yeah dad, it's me…" replied Jason loudly.
"Are you alone?" shouted the gruff voice. It seemed to be coming from behind the adjacent wall.
"Yep," replied Jason quickly.
"Why did I hear a second voice?" growled the voice loudly.
"Uh…" Jason looked around the room quickly. "I was…reading a story, and got a little into it…" shouted the boy as he looked down at Otamamon in fear.
"Well, keep it down, I'm trying to take a nap!" growled the voice loudly.
"Sorry…" replied Jason.
"Yeah," murmured the voice.
Jason sat there a few minutes before he stood up and put Otamamon on the bed gently. He lifted his finger to his lips and then walked out of the room leaving the tadpole alone on the bed. Jason was gone for several minutes and then returned. He had in his hands a plate. It had a sandwich and a number of triangular things that Jason called Doritos. The sandwich had a soft, brown filling that was both salty and sweet, but Otamamon soon found his mouth sealed shut by the sticky confection of the filling and bread. Jason smiled a little and then lifted a cup up to Otamamon and let the digimon drink a swig of milk. The confection cleared instantly.
"Oh, that was most refreshing," whispered Otamamon. Jason was softly munching on the remaining chips that the tadpole had, surprisingly, left. Otamamon yawned loudly, forcing Jason to respond by covering the tadpole's mouth, but then he himself yawned. "Maybe we should sleep." Otamamon whispered quietly.
Jason nodded sleepily and lifted the tadpole up and took a pillow from his bed and put in on the floor with a small blanket and placed Otamamon on the pillow. Jason then scooted into his bed and rolled to the edge and smiled to see the tadpole curled up and sleeping on the pillow. Jason rolled onto his back and stared at the white ceiling. "I hope Otamamon likes my house…I know it's not as cool as the Digital World…"
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Kevin and Michelle staggered through the door and nearly collided with their mother. The golden haired woman looked down at the boy and girl tandem and raised an eyebrow.
"Ms. Jameson said you were here about ten minutes ago," said the woman. Her hands were on her hips, "why didn't you leave a note...?"
"I was here…" Kevin looked around trying not to meet the glare of his mother, "we were at the schoolyard and then…well, I noticed I forgot my soccer ball!"
Michelle looked up at her mother, "Yeah, and so the others sent him home to get it, so he came home and got it and then came back, it was no big deal…"
"Ms. Jameson said you were here for about an hour," said the woman quietly.
"Well, you know how my room is…" Kevin was rubbing his hand behind his head and smiling as innocently as possible, "It took forever for me to get it, and then…well when I did get it those wisenheimers decided they didn't want to play…"
"She said you were acting weird…" said the woman as she raised her eyebrow accusingly.
"Well, it is Kevin, doesn't he always act weirdly?" replied Michelle with a smile.
"You do have a point," sighed the woman quietly.
"Hey!" yelped the boy in protest.
"And you know how Ms. Jameson is, always has to be making something into a conspiracy, but dear, please leave note if you come home early and leave, I was rather worried…" said the woman quietly as she laid her eyes on the two forms that had come with her children. One was a pink ball with a face on it and the other looked like a very fancy dog standing on its hind legs. Both were frozen stiff. "And what are these?"
"Stuffed toys," chirped Kevin quickly, stepping between his mother and the objects. "We got them at a joint assembly they handed them out because we were such a good group of kids…" Kevin smiled that broad smile that made the back of the woman's brain think of strange questions.
"Ok," replied the woman with suspicion laced in her voice.
"I'm gonna go to my room," said Michelle quietly. She turned to pick up the stuffed dog but then spun around and leapt at the woman wrapping her arms around her. "Oh MOMMY I missed you SOOOO MUCH! I haven't seen you forever!" The woman almost fainted from loss of breath.
"It…it was only this morning…" wheezed the woman loudly.
The woman thought she heard a groan from Kevin and a gasp from her daughter. Suddenly the girl backed off and gave her one of Kevin's patented 'suspicious smiles', "I-I mean that the school day was so long it felt like I hadn't seen you forever."
"Right…" said the woman as she straightened from her daughter's onslaught.
"I think we should get to our rooms," said Kevin with a lilt of direction at his sister. The girl nodded quickly and with a struggle lifted the dog and dragged it up the split level stairs to the upper level and disappeared around the corner. Kevin smiled pleasantly, kissed his mother on the cheek and then picked up the ball and trotted up the stairs following his sister.
"Of all the children in the world, I had to have the two crazy ones," smirked the woman quietly as she too climbed the stairs.
"Koromon get off of my desk!" yelped the voice of her son. The woman blinked. She tried to rationalize the statement, tried to discern it and then sighed giving up.
"I didn't hear it, it didn't happen," she said quietly and crossed the small path of carpet to a white linoleum floor with little flowery decorations and then around the dining room table to a small door way that exposed the small kitchen.
"LABRAMON THAT IS NOT A CANDY!" yelped the woman's daughter loudly.
"They've both gone crazy…" replied the woman as she walked to the refrigerator and opened it to pull out a thawing roast beef. "That's it, they've gone crazy and you're perfectly fine."
"OH COME ON!" yelped an unfamiliar voice.
"Ok…that one wasn't my kids'," the woman put the roast on the counter and walked out of the kitchen. She was really hoping she wasn't losing it. "What's going on in there?" shouted the woman as she walked down the corridor and stood in front of her two children's doors.
There was the sound of a tussle from behind the door of her children's rooms. "Nothing!" chimed the two of them together.
"You don't have anyone in there; do you?" asked the woman loudly.
"Nope!" yelped the two as if they were injured.
The girl's voice chimed next. "Just playing with my new stuffed toy, I gave it a name…do you like the voice?"
"Yeah, we're just playing with the stuffed toys…" called Kevin.
The woman furrowed her brow. "Don't make a mess, or I should say in Kevin's case, more of a mess. Kevin, I want you to clean your room tonight before you go to bed…"
"AWW!" moaned Kevin loudly.
"Do it…" warned the woman.
"Ok…" sighed the boy. The woman smiled and turned away, reluctantly. Suddenly her son's voice hissed something, "See, Koromon, you got me in trouble…"
The woman stopped and then shook her head and whispered to herself, "No, don't let them drag you into their crazy land…" and then she walked on back to the kitchen.
Suddenly the sound of one door opening and closing sounded followed by a second. Seconds later her son was yelping and ran out of his room slamming his door loudly and rushing down the stairs.
"I'm going next door to talk to…" The boy grunted. "Talk to the guy next door…" The front door opened, "I'll be right back!" said the boy as the door slammed shut.
The woman looked at her roast beef and sighed. "I won't ask; if I did; I'd only get a weird answer that made no sense…"
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Amy swept into the house in her normal airy style and swirled around, swept into the living room and then slid on the hardwood floor and then came to a stop in front of her parents.
"Mom…Dad…" The girl looked up at her two parents. Her mom had red curly hair, her father had dark hair. She jumped forward grabbing the two people around the neck. "I love you soooo much!"
"Ok…" grumbled her father, "what do you want? New clothes, purse?"
"No…" giggled the girl as she drew back. "I just wanted you guys to know…that I did…"
"Ah, you can't have a car until you can drive it," said her father as he picked up the paper that had collapsed from his daughter's attack.
"Oh papa," the girl chided playfully.
"OH ISN'T IT ADORABLE!" shrilled Amy's mother loudly.
"Please, Susan, my eardrums!" yelped Amy's father loudly as he rustled his paper.
"Oh, Sam, stop," chuckled the woman. She lifted Penguinmon up and instantly Amy's face paled. "My, this is a heavy stuffed animal. I think they must have overstuffed it, where did you get it, dear?" Amy's mother looked at her daughter.
Amy stammered slightly trying to remember the story, "Assembly…" was the only word that would escape her lips.
"Ah, must have been handing them out," said the woman. Amy nodded stupidly and then let out a little trail of giggles. "But really this thing has far too much stuffing, I'll take some of it out for you tonight ok, otherwise it will be too hard to sleep with."
"NO!" yelped Amy as she dove forward and took the penguin from her mother's hands. "You can't…we aren't allowed…something about something to do with the assembly…accepting things as they are!"
"But…" started the woman quietly.
"Please, mom, just this once…" whined Amy as she gave her mother huge, brown puppy dog eyes.
"Ok…but it's just going to bug the heck out of me to think of you up there with that hard stuffed toy," grumbled the woman.
"Don't worry," said Amy quietly. She hugged the penguin tightly and then started to walk away. She climbed the stairs out on the entry way. Her legs were seen as they ascended the stairs through the wooded banister that lined the edge of the stairs.
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Amy rushed into her bedroom and then swept the door shut behind her, leaning against the door. She let Penguinmon down and sighed, sliding down the door and sitting on the door.
"Hard Stuff TOY!" hissed Penguinmon. "I can't believe…I'm not hard!"
Amy smiled softly. "Don't feel too bad, you are a bit heavy for a stuffed toy…"
"Maybe that's because I'm not a stuffed toy!" grumbled the penguin loudly.
Penguinmon looked around in the room. Soft yellow walls with flowery decorations surrounded the room. Light, red curtains hung in front of the windows. White and pink blankets and sheets covered the girl's bed. A pyramid of stuffed toys sat in the corner of the room next to a desk with little figurines.
"Amy…" called the girl's mother. "Is everything ok?"
"Yes," called the girl loudly. She stood up and walked over to Penguinmon and picked her up. She turned to the door and poked her head out of it, "Momma, I'm going to take a nap…"
"Ok honey," returned the woman loudly. Amy yawned and slipped into bed and fell asleep.
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"Mother, I'm home!" called Brendan as he entered into the kitchen of the house. Demi Meramon was resting in his book bag. Surprisingly the little fireball was able to keep things from exploding in flame upon his touch. "Mother…?" called Brendan loudly and then found a note on the refrigerator. He pulled the note from the refrigerator. "I had to go to the store; I should be back in an hour."
Brendan's book bag rustled a bit. Brendan undid the zipper and Demi Meramon's head. "Oh jeesh, it was hot in there…"
"Sorry," said Brendan and then he blinked and looked at the little fire ball, "How…I mean…you're a fire ball…"
"Just because I am a fireball doesn't mean I get hot," replied Demi Meramon. Brendan blinked and then decided not to continue the argument.
"Let's get upstairs before my mother gets home," said Brendan and he walked up the stairs and to his room. It was the last of a number of doors and he slipped in.
The bed room was very clean. The walks were bright white and the curtains a cream color. The bed was neatly made. The blankets were tightly tucked under the mattress and the pillows were symmetrically placed at the head of the bed. Left of the bed a desktop computer was on a brown desk, and a coffee cup with neatly separated pencils and pens set on the back corner of the desk. Right of the bed was an aquarium with swimming fish.
"Wow…" whispered Demi Meramon as he hovered from the bag and floated around the room. "This is awesome!"
"Eh…" whispered Brendan as he walked up to the desktop and turned it on. "I suppose it is…"
"No it is!" insisted Demi Meramon. "It's so awesome, you should have the others come here…they'd think it was awesome too!"
"Maybe," Brendan yawned loudly. His eyes scanned over the desktop as it booted. "I think this can wait…" Brendan stretched and then walked to his bed and very carefully peeled the blanket back and slid into bed. Demi Meramon glided down and nuzzled carefully next to Brendan. The boy was surprised that the digimon wasn't hot at all; the flames seemed to be nothing more than show.
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"I see, she was admitted to the psychiatric ward…" said a dark haired, Japanese man quietly as he held a telephone to his ear. "That's a shame…" He stopped and listened. "Yeah, she never was the same after the meteor…" he replied quietly. "I know she kept saying she saw monsters and then well…those dreams." He sighed quietly. "Well, give Mr. Kuranaka my sympathy, maybe when I come for Christmas I can see her." He smiled softly, "That sounds like him. He would try and buy half the ward to give her, her peace…" The man laughed a little. "Mr. Ichijouji didn't try to stop him did he? I'd like to see that, I'm sure those two scowled all the way home…oh three, you can't tell me uncle…" The man closed his eyes, shook his head and chuckled. "It's a surprise the police didn't taser them…What? Oh my God…I could understand Mr…but uncle?" The man gaped quietly. "I guess that's true, they did care very much for her," The man stopped talking and listened quietly, "Oh, it wasn't the cops…oh yeah, that does sound like her, Mrs. Ichijouji was always a little hard on him…" the man laughed quietly. "Yes…"
There was a sudden knock at the man's door. "Mr. Tukenachi!"
The man winced hard. "I'm sorry, it seems I have company. I'll talk to you, later, yes, thanks Dad…be careful…"
The man turned and walked down along the hard wooden floor to the door that was banging loudly. The man opened the door and a young boy in a blue shirt spilled forward nearly knocking the man over.
"Oh thank goodness you're home!" yelped the brown haired boy. He was breathing hard.
"What's the matter, Kevin?" asked the man quietly. "And where's your soccer ball?"
"It's in my room," replied the boy and then stood. "I, no we, need your help…"
"We?" asked the man quietly.
"Yes, you see, we got back…" replied Kevin quietly. "Unfortunately so did some bad, well, characters."
"I see," replied the man as he led Kevin into his house and closed the door. Mr. 'Tukenachi' let the boy sit on a soft couch and then moved over and sat in a rocking chair. "So what's the problem?"
"Well, it's like this, I know you can see the…" Kevin looked around searching for something.
"Monsters?" suggested the man quietly.
"Yeah, and well, one of my friend's well, partner is well, not easy to pass off," said Kevin quietly.
"Too large?" asked the man quietly.
"No…too human, he looks like a blonde haired boy," replied Kevin quietly.
"And?" Mr. 'Tukenachi' looked at Kevin with a little suspicion.
"Umm, how would you like to be a dad?" asked Kevin with a smile.
"What?" the man's eyes widened.
"Well, I mean, we need someone for my friends' parents to call, when they want to ask for arrangements," said Kevin. He looked up pleadingly at the man with large lavender eyes. "Please, Mr. Tukenachi!" The man winced again. "You only have to listen to their parents, we told them you're new in town and don't want Lu…err your child around while you get the house ready, it's all taken care of we just need an adult to well…you know…"
"Corroborate," finished the man quietly.
"Uh, yeah," replied Kevin.
"I suppose it can't do any harm," sighed the man quietly.
"THANKS!" yelped Kevin loudly as he got up. "Thank you!" the boy skittered out of his house.
"He's just as manic as…" The man smirked, "I can't believe she tasered him."
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Mary Madsen looked at Steven, then to the little stuffed toy in the boy's hands, to Mark and then finally to the young man squirming uncomfortably behind Mark, "So, let me get this trait you had an assembly at school, and got a stuffed toy, but Mark didn't nor did his friend…who is new, and his father is wanting him out of the house while he is getting work done on the house…"
The two boys nodded fervently and the third boy only fidgeted. "So…Lucas…" said Mary as she stood from her seat at the table, she had been making out bills when her two sons tried to sneak past her. "Who's your father…?"
"Ah," Steven stepped between her and the new boy. "You don't need to quiz him now do you?"
"Quiz…?" Mary started, but the phone began to ring. She picked the receiver up. "Hello…?" Mary winced and then held the phone out to Steven. "It's for you, it's Kevin."
Her older son smiled broadly and snatched the phone up and listened to the yelping voice of the boy on the other end. He nodded and then turned to Mark and whispered something and gave the phone back.
"Now," Mary said loudly, her hands on her hips, "Who is your father?"
"Mr. Tukenachi…" said Mark with a large grin.
The third boy blinked and nodded, "I'm Lucas Tukenachi…"
Mary smiled and then turned to the phone book, "then you won't mind me calling him…" she flicked through it, "Ah..."
"They're new, the phone number is eight six seven- twenty four sixty two," said her older son with a smug tone.
The woman nodded and dialed the number. The phone rang twice.
"Hello?" said a voice on the other end.
"Mr. Tukenachi?" asked the woman.
There was a groan on the other end, "Yes, is this Mrs. Madsen…?"
"Yes it is, I was just confirming that your son, Lucas was to stay with us," replied the woman quietly.
"Yes, I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but there is just so much to do, and it's just easier…" said the man quietly.
"Of course," said Mary quietly. She looked over at the three boys. "Thank you, I hope you have a lot of luck." The man said goodbye and she hung the phone up. "Ok, well, why don't you boys go upstairs, we'll continue this after your father gets home, and you can tell us all about from where you came from…"
Her two sons gulped loudly and then released tortured giggles. Mark grasped the new boy's arm and dragged him from the dining room. Steven smiled and then slipped out of the room after his younger brother.
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"That was scary," whispered Mark as he looked at Lucemon as the boy struggled in his clothes.
They had entered their bed room. It was room that the two boys shared. They had bunk beds that were draped with red and blue blankets and pillows. A toy box was overflowing in the corner and a television was on the desk in the opposite corner. The wood floor had a large throw rug on it. Mark scrambled up onto the top bed.
"Can I take these things off?" asked Lucemon quietly.
"No," replied Steven. He was stroking Kyokyomon's head. "Mom could come in at anytime and she's already suspicious."
Lucemon suddenly jerked slightly. His eyes narrowed, "They aren't far, I can sense their bad energy…"
"How close?" Steven looked up.
"I can't pinpoint them…" Lucemon narrowed his eyes and turned in a circle. "To the east…"
"By the bay, just like Gennai showed us," said Mark as he kicked his legs over the edge of his bed.
"Yeah…" Kevin growled softly. "I hope that Brendan comes up with an idea to face them…before tomorrow." He looked up at the darkened sky; the shadow of the night had started to fall on the city.
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"Darkness," said the man quietly. He slid his hand gently under the woman's chin. She cooed quietly and smiled. "Is all I need, you see, I am the dark, the night."
"I see," smirked the woman she leaned in slightly for a kiss.
The man put his fingers against her lips. She looked up at the man, his shockingly obsidian eyes flashed. "You aren't the one…" The woman looked up in shock. "No, I'm afraid you aren't the other half." The man's visage rippled slightly and turned into some horrible bird faced mask. The cape opened into two large wings and the clawed fingers slid over her lips. "As such, your shadow shall belong to me, and your soul shall be consumed…"
A metallic blade flashed forward the woman tried to scream but her vocal chords were too slow to react in time. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt something warm, and fuzzy being drawn from her body. Her vision became blurry and then the darkness the man she'd met at the bar had gone about flooded her eyesight.
"Such a shame," she heard him say. "Such an insignificant soul…" Then there was infinite nothing.
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"Ooo, such a frisky one," giggled the woman quietly. She felt his hand sliding over her stomach. She flicked her hand down, "No, no, not till I say…"
"But you dragged me from the warmth of the club to this cold night air…" whimpered the young man quietly. "Please let me catch the warmth again…"
The woman's green eyes flashed in the moonlight. "Oh but the warmth is mine to take from you…" She looked down at the small object that hung dangerously over her chest. "No, you aren't the one I want, though you'll be nice to play with none the less…"
The man looked up. The woman's face shifted. It became more oval, even more feline than before. Two ears extended from her head. They were long and triangular with black tips. Her fingers ended in long cat-like claws.
"What, what are you?" gasped the man as he staggered back.
A fang filled grin flashed as the woman walked forward. Two tails now swished behind her. "I'm your goddess, and you, dear boy, are my sacrifice…" A crimson line fell down from the fingertips of the woman's right hand. "Vampire Dance!" the crimson ribbon flashed forward slicing the top epithelium of the man's arms, legs and chest. He screamed loudly. The woman smirked quietly, "It's so enticing when they scream!" A second line flashed forward. It whipped back and forth like a ravishing shark or a striking snake. The man fell to his knees in front of the feline woman. She flicked her hand up to her chest and lifted the small amulet that hung there. "Now, my dear boy, I shall consume you…" Her hand flashed forward and sliced through the man's chest. He didn't scream; he couldn't; the shock hadstopped him dead. "They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach…I say, 'why be so indirect?'…" She withdrew her hand and licked her claws softly. "Mmm, nothing is like the fresh stuff."
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Well this was an odd chapter wasn't it? All light and carefree then at the end we all got b''ch slapped back into the big picture.
Dark Qiviut: Yes, there is some comedy in this part, but I think I've made it clear with this chapter; the searchers aren't playing games, well not much.
Alforce Zero: I don't know if I can fit it in but I will definitely try. And yes Lucemon did show those bullies, that was one of those scenes had milling about in my mind.
Blue: Welcome, I am not overly surprised that people haven't figured it out, I left plenty of clues and thanks for not spilling it for those that may not have realized.