OK, the last chapter was a bit long; this one will be shorter. I do not own Digimon®, Naruto®, Piedmon®, Myotismon®, Orochimaru®, Harvest Moon®, Nami®, or the movie Edward Scissorhands®. Brian, Erik, Alex, Kiba, and anyone else who lives in Brian's neighborhood are mine. Oh, if anyone can draw, would you mind drawing Brian? If you are English, Alex's rant is not for kids, so watch out if you are. That is partially why the fic is rated T.
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"Oh, uh, hi Erik," Brian said sleepily, yawning. "It's time to go, everyone's left," Erik said, extending his hand out to Brian. "Thanks," Brian said, taking his hand, and then stood up. He extracted the earbuds from his ears and looked at the player. He had
slept all the way through the CD. He put the device back into the bag. "Erik, Alex, Kiba, let's go!" He said, happily. The three nodded in agreement. The only thing he wanted to do now was go home to his dad. Erik stood across from him, Alex stood to the right of Erik, and Kiba to the left.
Erik was a foot shorter than Brian was, but had the same skin tone. He was tad bit chubby, with black, ear-length hair, accompanied by bangs that danced against his eyebrows. His eyes resembled melting milk chocolate. He was clad in a black long sleeved t-shirt adorned by a black cat, tight black jeans, and purple Vans. He was half-Dutch, and his family moved to Japan from Florida.
Kiba was an inch shorter than Brian was, with the same gait and complexion.
He very closely resembled Orochimaru, the snake Sannin. He had the same hair. Contacts provided him with eyes that mirrored them, down to even the purple markings around them. He was clad in a purple short-sleeved shirt, black capris, and black Naruto sandals. He was born Japanese, and his family moved to Tokyo from Osaka when he was 6. He was fortunate that had retained no accent, unlike his father, mother, and older brother, Kouga.
Alex was the same height as Brian, even paler and skinnier than he was. His curly blond hair tickled his chin and because of this, he resembled a cherub, despite his emerald green eyes and thin build. He was clad in a lime-green sleeveless tee over a black long-sleeved fishnet shirt, toxic green cargo shorts, and yellow boots the same color as Brian's sneakers. He was half-English and half-Japanese. He was born in America, and his family moved to Japan 2 years ago, when his father could no longer tolerate America. He possessed his mother's English attributes, characteristics, and mannerisms.
"Those three girls were talking about you again, mate," Alex said, moving to Brian's side. "Oh, yeah - Iris, Katie, and Yuri?" Brian said. "Yeah, those three that always dresses like triplets," Kiba said. "Hmm," Brian muttered, walking out of the gate, his group tagging along behind him. "Where are we headed off to now?" Alex asked. "Home," Brian said in a zombieish voice. "Just as well, I need your dad's advice, some
wanker kept calling me Sid Vicious and wouldn't leave, so I had to tell him to bugger off. Then after I had to keep telling him that, he called me a tea-sipping, crumpet-munching Brit. I told him to shove it up his arse and that I was only half-English and half-Jap!"
Alex ranted. "This all by the door too," Kiba said. "Well, Alex, You've broken my record!" Brian said in a sarcastically happy tone. Alex smirked. "Were you having the
dream flashback again?" Erik asked. Brian nodded. "You kept saying dad over and over again." Kiba said. "Mmm-hmm." Brian muttered, walking in a zombie-like state.
Concern darkened the three's faces. Kiba and Alex moved close to the left and right side of him, making sure he did not fall over. Erik stood behind, his fingers fidgeting nervously. He always dreaded when Brian got like this; his problems usually could never be helped. It seemed trouble followed the boy ever since his birth. Brian
knocked into people as he walked in his awake-dream state. His friends muttered a steady stream of "Sorry" as he did. Murmurs of "Stupid Goth kids" and "Lazy punks" came from the crowds as they passed through. They walked through the streets of the city until they began to reach the suburbs.
Brian's neighborhood looked just like the one in Edward Scissorhands, except its occupants were yuppies. Brian even saw some of the J.J.s and cheerleaders of doom that lived in the neighborhood. As they walked over a hall, Brian's parents' large white house was visible. The house was modern and had a large floor length window in the front. Brian's father was an executive in major computer company, so he made a healthy living, supplemented with the income his dad made as a stay-at-home
MT QA for a large transcription company. The front of the house abounded
with rose bushes consisting of, red, purple, and even black roses.
Brian and Co. walked up the pathway, which was lined with fairy statues, and one large fountain with an angel.
"Da-d, I'm home!" Brian called as he walked through the door. "Hi, dear,
I'm in the kitchen!" Piedmon called from the kitchen. The rushing of water and clanging of dishes emanated from the room. They all took off their shoes and crossed the purple carpeted living room into the kitchen/dining area. Piedmon stood at the sink, humming
a Michael Jackson song, his hair pulled back, wearing a long purple sweater and ankle-length black leggings. Brian dumped his backpack on the table, rushed over to Piedmon, and hugged him around the waist. "Hey, now, have a bad day again?" He asked sweetly, hugging him back and planting a kiss on his forehead. "I fell asleep while I was waiting from Erik, Alex, and Kiba, and I had a dream about the, uh 'incident'." Brian said, looking up into Piedmon's eyes.
Piedmon turned the water off and hugged Brian tightly. "Aw, sweetie, it's OK."
He said tenderly.
"I hate to break up the tender moment, but your backpack is on top of my homework,
Brian," his older sister Nikki said, pointing to the purple bag. Nicole aka Nikki, was older than Brian by 5 years and 1 day. She resembled Myotismon. She was
5 feet 7 inches and weighed 115 pounds but despite her low weight, had an hourglass shape. Her skin was ashen like Myotismon, her blond hair wavy and chest length, her eyes a piercing blue that could stop people in their tracks. She was clad in a
velvet navy blue long-sleeved shirt, black lace around collar, sleeves, and hem, and
a thigh length blue jean skirt with gold buttons up the side over crimson lace tights.
"Yeah right! Oh, I'm sorry Brian, I know you're having a very emotional moment right now, but would you mind moving your things?" Brian said, mocking his sister's voice.
Nikki growled. "Yeah, 'emo'tional is right." She muttered so he could hear.
"Aw, come on Nikki, be nice!" Rose said from her seat across from Nikki.
Rose was Brian's younger sister. She was 8, but looked about 6.
She took after Piedmon also. She had the eyes of Brian and Piedmon, but with white conjunctivae. Her orange red hair was cut like Nami's in Harvest Moon: AWL. She was clad in a yellow jumper, embellished with an orange tabby cat, over orange tights with purple butterflies on them.
Nikki said nothing and removed Brian's bag off her notebook, and continued her homework. Piedmon gave Brian a one-armed hug closer to his side, and then turned the water back on and resumed doing the dishes. Brian smiled and turned to his friends. "Hey, guys, go ahead and sit on the couch, I'm going to help dad out, OK." He said. They nodded in agreement and made their way into the living room, Erik watching Brian as he left. The sound of kunai and shuriken clashing together came from the living room. Brian turned to Piedmon, and hugged him, burying his head into his chest.
Piedmon smiled, and hugged him back. He then started humming a Michael Jackson song again.