Once again, I do not own Piedmon®, his powers, Myotismon®, or anything Naruto®-related.
I do, however, own Brian, his sisters and brothers, his friends, and Kouga. :P
Once again, flames will be used to heat my house.
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He and his "group" of three lone outcasts, also known to the goody two-shoes as "Goth" and/or "emo" strolled past the school doors. These four were solitary in their beliefs and appearance, yet unified to one another by the same uniqueness that made them nameless to others. These three outcasts were his only friends in school and treated him as their leader, since he was the strongest of them; they of course, knew his secret long before anyone did. They chatted happily about current anime and current topics important to preteen outcasts in Tokyo, walking down the steps as they discussed.
They were about to exit the school grounds, when a boy with an evil smirk spread across his tanned face, stepped in front of the four. "Move, Yurikio!" The leader of the band of dark souls said angrily, his hands planted on his hips, his bloody red eyes turning a darker red. "NO WAY, vampire-clown boy," the other boy, known as Kouga Yurikio shouted, his hands behind his back, placed on his camo backpack.
He was the evil negative of the boy. He was also tall but muscular and tan.
His hair was shoulder-length and dark blonde-haired and reminded the boy of his father, Myotismon's hair, and azure blue eyes that also invoked the image of his father. He was clad in a red short-sleeved shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and blue hi-tops. His appearance was almost that of the boy's if inherited his outer shell from his father, plus a tan, of course.
"Shut up and move!" He bellowed, his eyes burning as if his irises were consumed with fire. "Like I said, NO WAY… maybe you need to get those pointy ears of yours cleaned out!" Kouga laughed. The boy gritted his small fangs in anger. His friends gasped behind him; they knew he was about to snap in the worst way. The boy to the left of him, an "emo," placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I have a present for you, Goth clown," Kouga continued, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a large 80s boom box.
The boy snickered at the sight. "What are you going to do, break dance, do the moon walk?" He snickered, a smug grin on his face, the accent of his father's voice echoed in his own.
"Nope, guess again!" Kouga said smugly, setting the ancient artifact down in front of him. The lingering after school students crowded around the gate, the strange dance playing before them stunning and shocking them. The J.J.s crowded near Kouga, some smiling at the prospect of the vampire-eyed misfit being humiliated. The geeks and half the dententionees surrounded the boy and his group; it seemed as if the school was defending the true representation of their paltry respective groups. Those meek and shy slunk back, they being afraid of what might transpire if they were to start fighting. Kouga was on almost every sports team, except from the artsy and "gay" sports, as claimed by Kouga. The boy, however, was incredibly fast and agile. The results could be messy.
"I'm going to tell you one more time, Yurikio, MOVE IT!" The boy snarled, an inhuman growl escaping his throat. His friends winced, trembling at the sight. The closest to him placed his hand on his shoulder again. He inched closer to him. "Brian, let it go, let's just leave; I think you know what will happen if we don't," he whispered into his ear, a concern upon his face. "Erik, it's alright, I can't let this go!" Brain whispered back.
Kouga snapped his finger as if Brian were his servant. "Attention, Brian Warner Tepes, could you cut your little love chat with your boyfriend and make out with him later?!" Kouga said, tapping his foot impatiently. "First off, Yurikio shut it; second, Erik is not my boyfriend, even the biggest idiots here are aware I do have a girlfriend; third, do not use my full name if your intention is insulting, in which case, don't EVER use it!" Brian said, his sharp nails tearing small holes into his shorts as he held his hands on his hips. This action being something he longed to perform on his evil "twin" now.
He must not lose his cool, lest he reveal his secret. The talks had been numerous he had received from his dad, all occurring after he would come home from school and had to cool down because someone had called him a particularly bad name, most of them from Kouga. His dad, after all, knew what he was experiencing, as he had he grown up in Tokyo and had to endure daily taunts as a "weird" kid who was also a digimon. Those talks were faint and in the back of his mind now, as he was extremely close to losing any remnants of self-restraint. Kouga only scoffed and reached down to turn on the box. As Brian's eyebrows arched up in confusion, they quickly dropped down into an angry arch as he realized Kouga's intentions. A familiar song blasted out of the relic music player. Brian's two other friends' fist clenched angrily, while Erik, who was at Brian's side, flashed him a concerned look.
Brian knew the song all too well; it was one of his favorite songs when he was in one of his better moods, which, he was definitely not the case now. It was the "Emo Kid" song by Adam and Andrew. Kouga smirked as saw confusion and a slight hint of sadness on Brian's face. Brian was still angered and enraged, but now was disgraced and slighted, feeling as if he had been punched in the gut. How dare Kouga use one of his mood lifter songs to humiliate him?! Adding insult to injury was being referred to as an emo! How dare he confuse the two! Kouga had dealt low blows before, but he had now taken matters to a different level, and not a good one.
"Kouga, this is the last and final straw! I have endured endless taunt after taunt, and I have been kind and more, but now I can stand no more. I'm finally going to show you what happens when you push another to the brink of no turning back!" As Brian snarled this warning, blood trickled down his legs and soaked his socks because of his continuing to dig his nails into his shorts.
Kouga smirked once again as he glanced at the blood on Brian's legs. "Alright, emo kid, bring it on!" He spoke these words, more bark than bite, and gestured himself into a fighting stance. Brian kicked the old music player; sending it clear across the street, and over Kouga's head. Brian cursed to himself; he had intended the box to hit Kouga in the head, rendering him unconscious and maybe even put him into a coma; one could only hope. Kouga shrieked a girlish and empty battle cry and charged at Brian full force in a football-tackling position, as if Brian was a rival player and the only thing standing between him and a touchdown. Brian, of course, easily evaded the attack.
Kouga clumsily landed into the group of spectators and lay sprawling, flat on his back. The frightened students scampered away, screaming.
"Now Kouga Yurikio, I'd like to tell you a little story before your lesson!" Brian said cheerfully, an evil smirk on his face that was the mirror of his dad's trademark evil grin.
Kouga sat up, clenching the ground as his head still spun from landing on the ground.
"There once was a foolish boy named Kouga who believed the sun, moon, and stars revolved around him. He commanded everyone one around him to worship him as he worshipped himself. He quickly gained many enemies, even though they carried this guise with ease. He was happy with his false life and false friends, until one day a boy stood up to challenge his views. They fought, and he ended like many of his nightmares, his false friends gathered around him as he laid dying, laughing, and pointing in his face. The End!" Brian laughed as he finished the story. "Now, you are going to end up like the typical boy in the typical story except you hear your "friends" laughing and taunting you!" Brian said, pulling what appeared to be a stark white cloth handkerchief. Kouga looked at the object, still trying to piece together what was transpiring. "Now, Kouga, it is time to bid adieu… any last words before your demise?" Brian gleefully said, holding up the kerchief in his hand. Kouga sat silent, still puzzled.
"The boy of a million brilliant words….Nothing to say, finally…Imagine that! Thankfully it will stay this way forever!" Brian said happily, his sinister laughter ringing musically in the wind.
As he spoke, hie eyes burned like the fires of Hell, and his hair curled up at the ends and its previous color replaced with blond, tips with lighter orange-red. People gasped around him and whispers soon followed throughout the cros. "Oh - My - God, his powers no longer lay dormant!" Erik screamed. "Now, Kouga Yurikio, speak no more!" Brian shouted, throwing the handkerchief on top of Kouga. The cloth grew larger as it covered the tan boy, Kouga screaming beneath its deathly vise. Blue sparks and bolts of power rose from beneath the strange cloth. The kerchief finally shrunk and a lump lay under it as it settled. The crowd was awed and silenced.
Brian sauntered to the cloth, the lump that lay beneath, much smaller than even just a few precious moments prior, picked it up, along with the newly created mystery below. "Look what has happened to your precious Kouga!" He said, showing the item in his hand. From the crowd arose the sounds of terror, a nightmarish symphony, the object of their fear revealed, a miniature key chain version of Kouga dangling from his fingertips. It was an exact match, even down to the tiny camo backpack. He sneered and tossed the newly created key chain Kouga onto the ground. He then stomped the plastic figure into the ground, crushing it. Crushed and broken, he spat on it, cursing it.
The crowd remained frozen. No one dared make a noise or move a muscle for fear that they would become his next victim. In the front stood a trio of seventh grade girls, all dressed in matching yellow skirts, sweaters, socks, and red Mary Janes. The middle of them, the leader, had tan skin, green eyes, and black hair in a bob. The second had beige skin, blue eyes, and curly red hair worn as a side ponytail. The third had pale skin, brown eyes, and waist length blonde hair. Brian panted heavily, resting his hands on his knees. His hair returned normal. Erik rushed over to him, putting his hand on his shoulder. Brian looked up at Erik, sweat mingling with the tears on his face. He wrapped his arms around Erik, pulling him into a hug. He sobbed into his shoulder. "It's okay, Bri; It's okay," Erik said, patting him on the back reassuringly.
"Brian," a warm feminine voice with an English accent said. Everyone's head whipped around at the voice. Standing in the middle of the gates was a tall, pale, feminine man. He looked similar to Brian with identical eyes and hair, save for it being curlier and blonde with orange-red tips. He looked to be in his mid 30s. He wore a long-sleeved violet shirt with a gold heart on the torso, black faded jeans, and yellow boots. His lipstick matched Brian's, save for being applied in a thicker manner. He had nail polish on his sharp nails to complement his lipstick. Brian looked up, tears brimming his eyelids, and smiled. Borne from tears was happiness, and the exclamation - "Dad?!", as he stumbled upright on wobbly legs. The man smiled and his arms rose up in a gesture of comforting embrace. "Brian," he said again. Brian ran to him and suddenly, his world was surreal. Amidst the haziness, the male voice echoed, saying his name. Then, the haziness, happiness, and impending comfort he sought dissipated, as quickly as it had appeared and an utterly different voice was ringing in his ears. "Brian, Brian!" "Brian, wake up!" It was the voice of his friend, calling out to him. Brian awoke with a jolt, Erik standing over him.