I do not own Piedmon©, Myotismon©, Digimon©, Naruto©, or Sasuke©. Honestly, if I owned Sasuke©, do you think he would still be alive??
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Brian awoke to the sound of raindrops drumming a steady melody on the glass windowpanes. He opened his eyes reluctantly to face the small fragments of light that escaped the cruel grasp of the grey and dismal clouds trickling through the window. He groaned and turned away from the window. Why did the weather always reflect his emotions?
At that thought, he smacked himself on the head. What an emo thing to say. In the background, the radio played the daily banter of morning DJs. They prattled on about last night's latest reality TV singing competition, which Brian did not watch last night. He would be out of the mill once again for not watching the latest TV fad like a mindless sheep. The day already sucked, and he had not even gotten out of bed yet.
He smacked himself again. He would have to view several anti-Sasuke AMVs to remedy this train of thought he was in. His door clicked open, funny; he hadn't remembered shutting the door last night.
"Marilyn, time to get up," Piedmon said from the doorway. Brian groaned and shoved the pillow over his head. "C'mon, Rose's waiting for you!" Piedmon said. "Dad, do we have to go through this every morning?" Brian said from under the pillow. Piedmon moved to the side of Brian's bed. He lifted one side of the pillow.
Brian glanced at him, and quickly turned his eyes away. Piedmon laughed. "Come on baby, get up please?" He asked, stroking Brian on the back comfortingly. "Besides you need to finish your homework." Piedmon said. Brian groaned. He had been too tired to finish his math homework the night previous.
He heard the rustling of hangers next. "Sweetie, I picked out some clothes for you. I put them on the dresser." Piedmon said, patting him on the back. Piedmon walked out of the room an unrecognized hummed tune swirling behind his wake. Brian groaned the all-too-familiar fatigue, managing to pull himself up to a seated position at the bed's edge. His joints popped and creaked as if to sing in chorus with his disposition, as he stretched out his tired body.
He let out a yawn as he got up. He trudged over to the dresser. His outfit lay on the dresser, off the hangers. It was a crimson red ¾ sleeved shirt and black jeans. He opened up his top drawer and pulled out a pair of purple silk boxers and orange socks. He kept his back to the wall as he stripped his clothes off. He had always been afraid of showing his body.
It wasn't that he hated his body, but when most people saw his dead white skin showing his shoulders, ribs, and pretty much every other bone in his body, they not only got scared but concerned. If he had a nickel for every time some concerned old woman stopped him and asked him if he was being abused or neglected, he would be as rich as his dad's friend Pegasus.
He pulled on his boxers quickly, followed by his jeans and then his shirt. He fixed the sleeves and walked out of his room to the bathroom, which he noticed, was occupied. He banged on the door. "Hold on a minute!" Nikki said from the other side, grumpiness in her voice. She obviously had not had her coffee yet. "Nikki, come out. In case you haven't noticed, it's raining and it's just a waste." Brian said.
The door slammed open, Nikki standing in the doorway, fuming, and a curling iron in her hand. One-half of her hair placed in hairpin curls. Her eclectic color palette today revealed itself to be red blush, purple lipstick that of Myotismon's and eye shadow the same shade. She had chosen a black velvet tank top under a blue military jacket, and a gray calf length skirt covered with black velvet roses.
"Pfft, I'll start taking fashion advice when dad doesn't pick your clothes out anymore." She scoffed. "He only picked them out for me because I was sleepy." Brian said. "Yeah, right, now if you can wait for a couple more seconds more, I'll be done, daddy's boy." She said, then shutting the door. Brian growled, Nikki knew calling him that would irritate him, since the kids at school had started to call him that.
He groaned and leaned up against the wall next to the door. Sure enough, half a minute elapses and found Nikki emerging from the bathroom. She smirked at him, sidling down the hall. He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, at last. He kicked aside the wet towel Nikki had placed in front of the sink counter.
He grabbed his purple toothbrush, wet it and applied the toothpaste. He quickly brushed his teeth, paying particular attention to his budding fangs. He spit toothpaste out, and rinsed his mouth out with water from Nikki's neglected cup.
He ran the brush through his hair, then fetched out the lipstick, a recent gift from his dad. He applied carefully and sparingly. He put the lipstick back in the drawer, and shut off the light as he exited the bathroom.
He walked back to his room, and walked over to desk to finish the last math question. He sat down and quickly finished the question. He closed his book and checked over his work. As he started to put away his supplies, Piedmon poked his head through the doorway. "Sweetie, Erik's here." He said, gesturing to the figure behind him.
"Oh, ok, thanks," Brian said, zipping up his bag. Piedmon nodded and walked away, leaving Erik in the doorway. This time he wore a black long-sleeved shirt with a smiley face and a phrase below it saying, "I am no longer a danger to society," red Tripp bondage pants, and fuzzy pink ankle socks. Brian smiled. "Hey," He said in a sweet voice.