Merry Christmas! It's a Davis/Kari pairing, and a big bumper
pack of Christmas fun.
Well, not really.
Christmas Bumper Story Pack!
Four Christmas Tales: Two Incomplete, One An
Epic, And Another About A Rubbish Author
Herr Mullen sniffled into his handkerchief. He took it away from his nose, and
stuffed it back into his blazer pocket, in a nice triangular fashion. He would
have looked quite classy, if his clothes weren't all stained with whatever he
had eaten for dinner that day. Today, Jyou concluded,
it had been ribs. He leaned on the table by the wall next to him, looking over
at the desk, his hand in his pocket. He looked quite cool. If he had a trilby,
he could've passed for a detective.
Herr Mullen downed the last of his brandy. "My dear readers!" He boomed, red in the face, "Tonight I bring you a fun-filled Christmas bumper story package!" He giggled a little, slightly tipsy. He picked up the brandy bottle next to him, and poured it into his glass. "It should be recognised that all characters are property of Toei, and Fox Kids, apparently."
Jyou chuckled.
"And that snippets or references to other texts or media are also of their own copyright. This contains scenes of a sexual nature, and minors shouldn't read it. All silly jokes belong to Herr Mullen, but being in the Christmas spirit you can use them among friends and acquaintances and say their yours, if you like."
Mullen picked up a dully-coloured and classy cracker, probably purchased from Marks and Spencer's or Matalan, maybe John Lewis.
Jyou hesitated, then conceded defeat and took the cracker he pulled it, and it made it's "bang" noise. A party hat fell out, which Mullen promptly placed upon his head. He giggled, and rumbled "Read the joke, read the joke!"
Jyou picked up the joke. "What's brown and got a 7.6 on the Soni Scale?"
"I don't know, what's brown and got a 7.6 on the Soni Scale?"
Jyou told him. Mullen was too drunk to notice.
Daisuke slid the sack over his reindeer, which protruded from under his red and white jacket. He wore the hat, boots, jacket and belt. The trousers were absent, however they had a note from their parents about a dentist appointment, so it was fine.
"Father Christmas needs his reindeer, baby."
Hikari wiggled her bottom at him, little tail tied 'round her waist, red nose attached with elastic, and a headband with antlers. Then she hesitated.
"What noise do reindeer's make?"
"I think they bark."
Hikari shrugged. "Woof! Woof!"
Daisuke climbed onto the bed, north pole wobbling
above Saint Nick's sack. He plunged it down the chimney, causing Hikari to give a sharp yelp of pain, that
was soon replaced with a pleasured moan.
"Daisuke!"
Hikari moaned, "You may not have the greatest
endowment of all time but, ah, you know how to use what you have."
Daisuke frowned.
"You've been a bad girl," he said. "you've
wounded Father Christmas's ego. You get coal."
He pulled out of her,
and she grunted in disappointment. He rammed himself into the other place,
causing a sharper yell. "Daisuke! What're you
doing?" she half-screamed.
"That was very
naughty of you," said Daisuke, "To talk of Father Christmas's
stocking-stuffer in that manner."
Slap, slap slap they went, Daisuke grinding against Hikari's smooth, silky hips. Daisuke lent over her shoulder
and gave her a love bite-
"Ow! What do you think you are doing!"
Hikari pulled herself off of Daisuke. "That was
just mean!" She said, tears welling in her eyes, as she turned and leaned
back on the headboard. "If I had bled, that would be nasty; human bites
are even worse than dogs!"
Daisuke sat, slightly
stunned, for a moment before uttering "sorry" in a small voice.
"I should probably go..."
"No, don't do
that," said Hikari, "Here, let your little
reindeer treat you, Saint Nick."
Hikari
leaned over, and slid her mouth over the sheath. Daisuke gave a moan, and
reached down and into Hikaris hips, wetting his hand,
and moving it in and out whilst Hikari went up and
down with her head. You desperately wish someone would draw a picture of this.
Daisuke grunted and held onto his desperate desire to ejaculate, quickening his
pace and desperately trying to find a g-spot. It was much easier with a penis,
he decided. Much easier.
Hikari
moaned and vibrated Daisuke's raincoat covered fisherman. Someone moaned at the
absolutely awful analogy, and missed the bit where Daisuke groaned "Oh, Hikari!" and began thrusting rapidly, into Hikari's mouth, his hand freezing whilst he climaxed, as
men can't multitask, much to Hikari's irritation; she
was taking far too long to reach her breaking point, it seemed as far off as
the end of this sentence, so she was relieved when it finally came to and end
with a single full stop.
Hikari
gasped Daisuke's name, gasping for breath as Daisuke's short fingers finally
located her clitoris, covering them with... well, I think you know what a
female orgasm looks like.
Or, at least, I hope you do.
Hikari
panted, and crawled up Daisuke, giving him a tight hug.
"You were
fantastic..."
"Thanks... you weren't
too bad yourself."
"...Now put your little
man away."
Daisuke flushed red. Hikari was cruel with her (hopefully) inadvertent crushing
of his pride. His trousers came back from the dentist, their zip having been
given a clean bill of health but instructions to take more time over the back
of their incisors.
"That's just a sex scene."
Herr Mullen rumbled a little,
his ruddy face rippling. He took another swig of brandy.
"And?"
"Don't you think people
want to see how they ended up like that?"
Herr Mullen thought. He
frowned, and placed a hand on one of his numerous chins, the other itching his scalp. He rumbled along to himself, stood up,
paced behind his chair a little, until the exertion became too much for him,
and he sat back down. He drink some more brandy.
"No. Onto
the next story!"
Jyou
sighed.
"This is why you've been
doing so badly. You have no structure. Look, here..." Jyou
grabbed a sheet of blank paper and scribbled on it with pencil. "This is a
story structure for you; beginning, problem (probably containing lust for
someone), worry, exposure, sex scene and end. Follow that, and I guarantee at
least an eight on the Soni Scale."
Herr Mullen adjusted his party
hat. "I got two eight plus marks. Two out of three isn't bad."
"Onto
the story, Herr Mullen."
And onto the story he went.
The Digital Kaizer looked at the main screen of his
big floating fortress ship thingy. The picture flipped between black-spired territories, each one a picture of white, with a
blue scar between the white clouds, drifting overhead, sprinkling the cake that
was the land with the icing sugar that is snow, which is actually quite a lot
less like icing sugar and a lot more like cold wet tasteless white stuff, and
finally one huge black obelisk piercing the picture.
"Bah, humbug," said
the Digital Kaizer. Someone, somewhere, groaned, realising immediately what this was soon going to become a cliche parody of. "All this snow!
I want to look at something sunny! Switch to an area below the digital
equator."
A black-ringed Gazimon received the command over the speakers and put one
onscreen. To anyone in the room with The Kaizer, it
would appear he was talking to the computer itself.
The Kaizer
was quite happy about that effect.
Wormon
scuttled up behind his master's chair. "Please, Ken. tomorrow
it will be Christmas day, Could I please have the day off for this happy
occasion?"
The Kaizer
stood up. "That is not my name, Wormon! That is
not my name!" He kicked Wormon, who crashed into
the wall. "Second of all," he continued, "Any man with
"Merry Christmas 'pon his lips ought to be
boiled and served in his own fig pudding with a sprig of holly, he should! Bah,
humbug." He sat down, back into his imposing and artificial-looking
armchair. "Leave me, Wormon." He gazed at
the warm beach on the screen. "And be sure to be in tomorrow, as I expect
it."
Wormon
recovered from the kick, and slowly climbed onto his thoracic legs, pulling
himself up onto his abdominal prolegs, before trying
to plead with his master again.
"Please K- Master! My
youngest brother is very ill, and we think it may be his last Christmas with
us-"
"Bah! Humbug, Wormon! I want you back here tomorrow! And if you aren't
here by noon, you're sacked!"
Wormon's
eyes filled with tears. "You'd sack me? You'd sack your partner, Ken?
There is kindness in you, Ken! You've just got to let it shine through-!"
He had to quickly scuttle out,
as The Kaizer got to him feet and, with cape
billowing behind him, as only a stiff triangular cape can billow, rushed over
to give Wormon another punt. He was evaded, as Wormon scuttled out the doors.
"Bah!" The Kaizer shouted after him, "Humbug!"
The Kaizer
settled back into his chair, thoroughly ruffled. "Blasted
Christmas."
There was a knock on the door.
He rose in a ruffled manner. "'Tis
some visitor tapping at my chamber door! Only this and nothing-" he
opened the door.
"We wish you a merry
Christmas," sang the carol singers, "We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year! Good
tidings we bring, to you and your king-"
"Kaizer."
"We wish you merry
Christmas and a happy new year!"
The Kaizer
stared at the singers. Some Digitamamon, a Demidevimon, some Sorcerymon and
collection of Bakemon stared back at him, lanterns
and Christmas hats bobbing.
"Oh, right, let me get
you some change...." The Kaizer reached into his
pocket, and took out a small purse tipping the contents into the little bag
they were holding out. "I think I saw some fifty pence pieces in there,
good luck on the other houses..." He closed the door, then realised his mistake. He opened the door again and shouted
down the hall "Um... excuse me!"
The carol singers looked
'round.
"You wouldn't mind coming
back here for a second, would you?"
They came back.
"Would you like to hear
Jingle Bells, guv?"
"No." The Kaizer took the little bag of money, and closed the door on
them. He settled back into his chair.
"Screen turn off!"
The Gazimon
turned the screen off.
The Kaizer
pushed a button on his chair, and a section of the wall moved to reveal a coal
fire. Its heat washed over him like waves lapping at the beach. However, this
being the Kaizer, I have to make the metaphor
slightly evil, so think of that beach and those waves as being in the middle of
a terribly violent thunderstorm.
He slowly nodded off. The
overwhelming desire to take forty winks in front of the fireplace was
overwhelming, as I have previously mentioned, and as such he slipped into the
muddy puddle that was a slumber.
Ah, distinctly I remember, it
was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon
the floor. The Kaizer unconsciously reached into the
arm of his chair and pulled over him a blanket washed using the cleaning
product called Lenore.
Somewhere, someone noticed the
rhythm was completely off.
The light within the room
changed. It glowed silver 'round a figure, who, with a
gesture, raised the shutters covering the windows, which opened and blew a cold
chill into the room with the wind.
The Kaizer
pulled his blanket tighter 'round him, shivering slightly. Devimon
stood above him, sliver and white, eyes still red, chains clanking with their
sway, pushed and tugged in the wind.
"Wake up, Kaizer. I am here to warn you."
He touched The Kaizer's head. Ken immediately woke,
eyes wide, his head chilled where Devimon placed his
hand. He looked up. "A... Devimon?"
"Greetings, Kaizer."
The Kaizer
sat up, pulling away from Devimon, to the side of his
seat.
"What is this? What are
doing here? This is my domain! Get out, get out!"
Devimon
grinned, and narrowed those red eyes. The Kaizer fell
silent.
"I am here to warn
you," he looked at him, grinning sarcastically, "Kaizer,
that if you do not change your ways, you will be chained, as I am." He
held up his clanking, iron chains, rustless ghostly
and silver, like no iron should be. "Already your chain is longer than
mine. And for each link in your chain, you shall wonder for one hundred
years."
The Kaizer
could not hold back "Death holds no fear for me! I am the Kaizer! I rule this world, and I shall rule the next!"
Devimon
shrugged. "Believe what you will, but know that tonight, Kaizer, you shall be visited by three visions. Enjoy your
evening, Kaizer."
And Devimon
winked out of existence.
The Kaizer
sat in his chair, the mist of his breath hovering before him, the glow of the
fire lighting his features eerily. The Kaizer
breathed heavily, and pushed a button on the arm of the chair that closed the
windows and shutters. He wrapped the blanket 'round himself, stood up and began
to stoke the fire, lest it should go out. He warmed himself in the chill, and
closed his eyes.
A dream.
A hallucination. Nothing more.
The Kaizer
reacted like Edgar when confronted with the late night knocking on the door. He
froze, rooted to the ground.
"'Tis
some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, some late visitor
entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and
nothing more."
"Nevermore."
Iori,
glowing dull grey, stepped out of the shadows behind him. "I am the ghost
of Christmas Past."
"Bugger."
Iori
stepped closer to The Kaizer, as he began to turn
around.
"Come with me. Let me
show you your Christmas Past."
The Kaizer
did nothing. He just stood, looking at Iori.
"You're going to come
with me, now," said Iori, raising his voice and
grabbing The Kaizer's hand, "I can't stay too
long."
They tumbled through
blackness. Through a dark, sticky passage, cold and dank.
They stopped falling, hovering on the balcony of a flat, looking through the
window, to last year. The Ichijoji parents gathered
'round the table, The Kaizer totally absent.
"Where were you that day,
Kaizer?"
"...Taking
over section F7 of the Digital World."
"Really.
And you left your parents here, sad and dejected, thinking you didn't want to
be with them for Christmas?"
"That was a strategically
important sector! It gave me a large army of Bakemon!"
"Oh, well that's alright,
then. You're chain's been obliterated."
"Really?"
"No, of course not!"
"But it's
Christmas! The season of forgiveness and of giving!"
"Don't try and use
my own moral code against me; I'll just stop listening to you."
"It's the season of
giving and forgiving! My chain should be-"
"Lalalala
I'm not listening lalala!-"
Then The
Kaizer was standing in his Command Centre. The fire
was billowing, harsh and dry.
He stood still, in a tableaux, appealing to no-one.
"Huh. How
very odd."
The Kaizer
returned to his chair.
"When I fall asleep,
this'll be over. I'll wake up in the morning, and I'll find Wormon
waiting for me, and a golden dawn on the horizon, waiting for me to conquer
it...."
He was woken, when some one
shook him.
"I haven't got long! Wake
up, Kaizer!"
The Kaizer
stirred, and found himself looking up into Takeru's face, glowing with a golden aura.
The Kaizer
stared. "Now would be the perfect moment in an erotic thriller for me to
declare my undying love for you and have sex in front of the fire."
"It would be, wouldn't it."
"Yes. What a pity it
isn't."
"Yes."
Somewhere, someone felt very
disappointed indeed.
"So, let me guess: Ghost
of Christmas Present?"
"Your powers of deduction
are exceptional."
"Not a dream, then?"
"No."
"So... all this is really
happening?"
"Well done. You deserve a
biscuit."
"Fantastic.
Could I have one?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, can I have my
Christmas present, please?"
"Only
in the sense of space-time."
"Damn. I wanted a
train set.
And then they went through
that black, sticky hole.
Behave.
The Kaizer
found himself and Takeru in a small hovel. It is a Wormon hovel, which are unlike most hovels. They are very
clean, and have circular doors, the front one being green and with a golden
knob in the centre of it. They were all gathered 'round the dinner table, Wormon and his family. One of them was coughing, rather
violently, the others looking sorrowful.
"He won't give you the
day off?"
"No. Ken is kind, but
right now he's just... just a little out of character."
"Out of character? If he
is, as you say, kind, then he's completely off his block! You should get a new
job. Wormon got a good job down the blacksmith with Wormon, didn't you, Wormon? And Wormon, too, now I think of it! I'm sure you could get a
job there, too, Wormon, if we ask Wormon."
"Mother, I'm a chosen
partner. It isn't a career, it's a destiny!"
"And what with Wormon being how 'e is an' all... it's shameful. He ought
t' be ashamed o' 'imself."
"It's not his fault, Dad.
He doesn't mean to be as he is..."
"And yet you come back everyday with fresh bruises down your spiracles, yes, I'm
sure he's kind! Wake up, Wormon, get out of it. He's
headed for a fall, and that's for sure! You don't want to go down with him and do something stupid like get yerself
killed. We've got enough on our plate with Wormon!"
The Kaizer
looked on at the sorry assembly. "Are things really so bad for Wormon and his family?"
"I wouldn't be able to
show them to you if they weren't."
"I see."
And The Kaizer
sat back down in his chair. The glowing embers shadowed sorrowful bags under
his eyes know. He looked visibly weak in his chair. Tarekeru
was gone.
The Kaizer
thought for a minute or two. Then he decided it would be rude not to be able to
offer an expected guest coffee, and put the kettle on.
He had to reheat The Ghost Of Christmas Future's cup three times before he finally
showed up. By that time, The Kaizer had drunk his own.
The Ghost Of
Christmas Future turned up, and The Kaizer was
horrified by his appearance.
Taichi
is, in fact, quite ugly in real life. When was the last anime you saw where
they actually drew their character's horrible acne? They all seem to have
perfect skin, lucky chaps... Nah, I'm just joking. He was taken aback by the
scythe and cloak.
"Ghost Of
Christmas Future?"
The spectre
nodded.
"I have a cup of coffee
for you."
The spectre
took it. He had all the time in the world.
The Kaizer
watched Taichi drain the mug, and set it back on the
table. then they were once again, falling, into a
sticky black hole.
An empty
place at the Wormon table. Two
of them, actually.
"...Where's Wormon?"
Taichi
pointed, robes sleeve hanging off his arm. Straight down.
"...Downstairs?"
He shook his head.
"...Underground?"
The spectre
nodded.
"...Dead?"
Another nod.
"I see."
The Kaizer
hugged himself. He began to shudder, his mask breaking into a face of pain,
hard, bend, creased; cracking and wailing and despairing. "Wormon. Not my Wormon! Not
my Wormon! He can't... he can't just... die...."
Sticky, black hole. Tentacles and worms caressing The Kaizer
as he fell, grabbing at him, violent and cruel, whipping him with their sticky
and cruel vines. He stared at the protruding blackness with horror.
Then
landing, on a grey, dusty land. The World Of
Darkness, and before him, a single gravestone in a garden of un-make graves and
missing tomes. The name on it:
The Kaizer
And that was all.
"No!" he screamed at
the gravestone. "No, no no!" He grabbed Taichi's robe and pinned him against a church fence for a
cathedral that wasn't there, surrounding a graveyard with one stone. "No!
I will not have that name upon my stone! I will not have that title befoul my
tomb! I am Ken! I am Ken Ichijoji! That is my name!
Ken! Ken Ichijoji!"
He pushed himself off Taichi.
"That is my name."
Ken said, finding himself in his control room. Ashes decorated the fireplace festively, the shutters risen, golden dawn light filtered
down on the happy home, draping Ken, his chair, the grey ashes with the fine
fabric of dawn light.
.Ken laughed. He threw his
head back and laughed, not a cold cackle, not a cruel taunt, but the
warmhearted innocent laughter of a boy.
Of a
boy at Christmas time.
He rushed over to the
expansive window, and threw it open.
"You, boy!" he
shouted at a passing Demidevimon, "What day is
it?"
"Day,
guv? It's Christmas day!"
Ken rushed out of his
base. He threw off his cape, triangular and awkward leaving on the breeze, and
ran over a green field, over a green hill, and followed a path, to a hovel.
A
hovel with a green door, and a golden knob in the centre of it.
He rapped on the door,
urgently.
"Now, now, what's
all this kerfuffle..." Wormon opened the door. "Ken?"
Ken picked up Wormon, and hugged him tightly, swinging him 'round.
"Yes,
Wormon! Ken! Merry Christmas, Wormon, merry Christmas!"
Herr Mullen sat back. "Well?"
"...It's Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol."
"And?"
"You've just nicked
his idea."
"I have not! No, I
applied Digimon to it!"
"So not only is it
an idea that's already been cliched to the point that
someone could recite it, it's an that someone else
wrote with characters someone else created!"
"Well, I thought
Christmas Carol's a classic, so it's guaranteed at least a nine on the Soni Scale!"
"It isn't! It's
rubbish! It doesn't even have any sex in it!"
Herr Mullen sat back,
and tried to think of another idea.
"We've got to think
of a good idea. We have to get at least a nine to our names on the Soni Scale. Then we'll become kings! Kings like Lord
Archive and Red Rover!"
"How
about a bit characters' party?"
"Bit
characters' party?"
"You know;
characters no-one cares about. Miyako's sisters, Taichi's parents, that boy who threw the jam doughnuts into
the swimming pool off screen in one episode. Get them altogether at a
party!"
Herr Mullen's brow
furrowed. He took another swig of brandy.
"No, even with
alcohol that's a rubbish idea."
"Fine.
What else could we write?"
Herr Mullen thought a
little.
"I think it's about
time Daisuke got drunk."
He began to type.
Daisuke looked onward. It hurt. It hurt horribly, like an incompetent
work-experience boy from the local secondary school giving acupuncture whilst
the boss was unavailable. It hurt like the needle missing the Huatuo Jia point and piercing a
lung. It hurt like the needle hitting a nerve directly.
Emotionally,
anyway.
Watching
Hikari with him.
Merry Christmas, indeed!
There was tensile
hanging about the walls, an illuminated Christmas tree, underneath which lay
the presents the Ichijojis had bought each other,
wrapped with pretty bows.
Bah, humbug.
Daisuke got up, and
ignored the kissing couple, under the mistletoe. He poured himself some sake,
and downed it in one. He poured himself another, and another.
Taichi
looked over at the wretched soul.
"He's destroying
himself with this."
"Hmm," Jyou agreed.
"He should get over
it. Get himself a new girl."
"That or Ken."
"Ken?"
"Yeah, Ken. He's
fancied the fellow for months."
"He's gay?"
"Yup."
Taichi
blinked. "Wow. Looks like this one's an erotic
thriller."
Jyou
looked at him. "What are you talking about?"
Taichi
grabbed at his head. "I... don't know."
"Hey,
Mimi, Sora."
The girls looked at him.
"Why are you
wearing a bandanna with some white berries hanging over your head?"
The girls just looked at
him. Then, Mimi gave him a kiss.
"I say.
Blimey."
"It does
work!"
Let's hope so, thought
Ken, as he walked over to the corner. Let's hope it works for me.
"Ken! Come an',
come an' have a drink wi'
me. I've got sake!"
Daisuke woke up. He felt something behind him. Something draped over him. An arm. Something poking him. Oh,
god.
He turned 'round.
"Daisuke, you're
awake."
Ken cried into his pillow. How could he? How could Daisuke?
"How could he run
off with Yamato?"
Herr Mullen ripped the paper out of the typewriter. "It's no good!"
He said. "Damn Christmas! Damn it, humbug it! We'll never get a nine, Jyou, never, ever, ever!"
He sat, in a huff, arms
folded. He looked like an angry dough ball that would be well dressed if it's clothes weren't stained.
"I know what'll
cheer you up." Said Jyou.
"Merry Christmas!"
He gave Herr Mullen a
brightly coloured package.
"A
present! For me?" Herr Mullen grabbed it,
and ripped it open. He looked at the book.
How To Write Fanfiction
His eyes welled with
tears. "Jyou," This is the best present
I've ever had!"
And it was the best
Christmas, too.