“Mistakes better off learned from”

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“I spent a lot of time thinking hard about this one, people. I decided to make some changes to what I’d originally though would happen, which explains why I spent so long trying to write this chapter-”

“Boo! Liar!” Daisuke cries.

I smack him over the head with a frying pan, and he drops like a stone. I smooth my tunic. “Well, now that that one is out of here-”

“Sorry, Lord,” Takeru sneers, “but you took too long! You had your chance, and now you’re out of here! This a Revolution!”

“Oh, crap, I knew I shouldn’t have taught him that word.”

“CHARGE!” Ten angry Chosen run at me with makeshift swords and spears. Even little Iori starts poking at me.

Too bad they’re each only half a foot tall. I reach down and pick them up, one by one, and throw them back into their cages. For the rest of the night I hear them snarling and growling at me, tiny little beasts that they are.

“Oh well, that’s the price of having ChibiSpokespersons. Here it is the re-written ‘Mistakes.’ Without any distractions.”

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Iori leaned up against the wall, heavy thoughts on his mind. The black bird, whoever it was, had just raped a girl—a human girl, though Iori tried to believe it wouldn’t, shouldn’t matter, Digimon or human—yet he’d done nothing.

But I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t have BlackArmadimon or my D-3; I was pretty much powerless.

You don’t need your D-3 to do something right. Stop depending on others to make yourself feel justified.

This was getting him nowhere. He grabbed his head, a massive headache forming. Though he’d actually seen nothing, he’d heard enough. The ear-shattering scream, though in reality it had been soft; the frantic look on Sayura’s face-

…The roar of the crowd, cheering on the assailant. That was what really made Iori feel sick. He looked over at Sayura, her eyes closed, a tear, silently running it’s way down her face.

“What’s wrong, Sayura?”

She blinked away the tear, and looked at him. “I just can’t believe that Chosen would do this.” Sayura tossed her purple hair from her face, blinking. A neon light buzzed above them.

He nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Chosen are supposed to be good, right?

…Chosen are supposed to keep a balance, an order, dark as well as light. That means bad Chosen as well as good.

…But-

“Wise is the one who can reason as well as argue,” BlackTapirmon said, floating up beside him, not really looking at him. Iori jumped, causing Sayura to smile.

“BlackTapirmon can read minds. She thinks you’re wise, you probably are.”

Iori puzzled over this for a moment, then smiled at BlackTapirmon. “How often do you read people’s minds?” he asked, thinking most of what he’d thought earlier about Sayura-

“Apparently, not often enough,” the half-genie, half-elephant, all-black Digimon said, smiling.

Aw, shit. He looked pleadingly at BlackTapirmon, who became interested in a DigiBeetle on the ground.

Don’t worry; your secrets are safe with me. She is lonely, after all, and all I want for her is happiness.

You’re telepathic too?

The Digimon said, or thought, nothing. She merely floated on ahead, and the children started walking slowly away from the dance club. The dark buildings loomed ahead, black shadows on a black sky. Iori gulped, realizing he didn’t know where they were. He hoped Sayura did- she’d been there, right?

“Uh, Sayura, do you know where we are?”

She stopped walking, and looked at him. “You… don’t know where we’re going?”

He shook his head slowly. Sayura’s head sunk.

BlackTapirmon floated ahead of them, beaming. “Good thing I know the area, ne?”

“You know where we are?” Iori asked with relief.

She nodded. “Two blocks that way is the shade fair. You don’t-”

“-Want to go there,” Iori finished. “I know, I’ve heard as much”

Sayura looked at BlackTapirmon. “What happens at the Shade Fair?”

“Nothing more than ruthless Black Virals killing and torturing innocent Digimon.”

Iori shuddered. “You mean-”

She nodded. “Went there once, by accident. I was terrified to my very soul.” She shuddered, floating slowly up on her gray cloud, her talisman glowing a bright pink.

“You know, I was just starting to like this city, despite all the sex-”

“You two!”

A dark shadow ahead of them. A BlackPhantomon floated up to them. He was dressed in his usual robes, which had trails of red lining them; whether it was blood or not, Iori couldn’t tell. He held his scythe over their heads, and demanded in a quiet voice, “Empty your pockets. Metal, iron, give it all to me. NOW!”

Iori’s heart thumped. Sayura stood, paralyzed with fear.

“Do it! NOW!” BlackPhantomon yelled, startling Iori and Sayura.

“O- okay, take it all. I don’t have much,” Iori muttered, as he inverted his pockets. He dropped some spare change, his keys, a pencil, and some more coins. The greedy BlackPhantomon picked it all up, along with some miscellaneous items from Sayura, and then floated away, laughing, before he disappeared completely.

BlackTapirmon floated up in front of them. “Why didn’t you let me fight him?”

Iori looked at her. “You’re a Black Rookie, just shy of an Adult. He was a Black Perfection level, just short of an Ultimate. No contest.”

BlackTapirmon huffed. “He would have to be a weak Black Perfection level Digimon to be scrounging around for coins.”

A long silence. “Let’s go, it’s getting cold,” Sayura said, shivering. Iori promptly took off his coat and gave it to Sayura, who took it without hesitation. The BlackTapirmon started off in another direction, while the Chosen followed, as usual.

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The girl on the stage swooned slightly in the pale black light. She could hear catcalls and cheers from an audience, but she ignored them; she was blindfolded anyways. Indifferent, she stumbled around on the stage, blind as a bat.

A touch. She recoiled slightly, but was embraced by a strong, caring pair of arms. She smiled, drunk as a lemur, while the arms hugged her and squeezed her and stroked her chest. The girl giggled; as inebriated as she was, she liked it when the clawed—yes, clawed—arms, surprisingly strong arms, pulled off her white tank top. She moaned when the claws stroked her breasts.

A touch. The claws reached lower, stroking her pussy through the fabric of her white thong. She jumped when the skilled hands cut the material in half, while glided effortlessly through her pussy, without causing a scratch.

Wait. Something was wrong. She stopped smiling, as she felt something long and hard enter her folds; she started screaming, fully sober now. She felt a paw clamp down hard on her mouth, and she abruptly stopped. She felt utterly helpless.

In. Out. Inoutinoutinout… As her pussy was busted over and over again, she felt herself rising to an orgasm. She had to fight it, but her body was more in control than she was. The assailant’s whole body covered her, as she was pressed up against the wall, feeling feathers cover her sweaty body, now naked, though she’d never intended for it to end this way. Sure, it had been fun in the Digital World, but this? Her body shook as she neared orgasm, the other reaching it first. He pulled her down to the ground with his buckling thrusts, pulling her over the edge at the same time. It didn’t matter anymore, as the crowd cheered on the assailant, animal like though he was.

She felt herself lifted and thrown into the mosh pit, to the awaiting hands and claws and wings and, yes, paws, waiting to grab, poke, and fondle.

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“Well, this is my flat.”

BlackTapirmon snorted. “Our flat.”

“Right. We should meet again,” Sayura said, smiling for Iori. He felt his knees buckle, though it was most likely just his imagination.

He chose his words carefully. “I don’t know this place very well. Where would we meet?”

She frowned. “Hmm. I guess you’re right. I suppose… I suppose you could… stay here? For the night?” she asked, looking at BlackTapirmon, who shrugged. “I don’t have any other sleeping bags, though.”

Yes! Perfect. “That’s okay. I don’t need a sleeping bag. I’m fine on the ground.”

BlackTapirmon majiked the door open, and showed them up several flights of stairs, before opening another door. Iori stared. He’d thought that BlackVeemon’s room was cramped. He hid a smirk. This would be easier than he’d hoped. BlackTapirmon floated up, majiking the door shut and locking it at the same time.

Oh, shit. She can read minds… Damn.

BlackTapirmon, however, made no effort to stop him as he played out his plan, if indeed she did know. Sayura set out her sleeping bag, her hair falling behind her as she raised the bag to straighten it out. Iori would be cramped up right beside her.

The light flicked off, and BlackTapirmon pulled the covers over herself, and was soon sleeping. Sayura slid into her sleeping bag while Iori pulled off his coat, and scrunched it into a pillow, of sorts. He picked up Daisuke’s D-3, thankful that Ken always had his laptop with him. He sent a quick e-mail, turned it off, and sighed.

Iori heard a rustling sound behind him. He looked over at Sayura, who was taking her shirt off under her sleeping bag. He stared, as she pulled her shirt off, and pushed it behind her head, then twisted her body to take off her shorts, lifting her bottom to pull them off, causing her bra-ed chest to push up against the bag-

Iori unconsciously shoved his hand underneath his pants, feeling himself- He closed his eyes, playing with himself, picturing her without her sleeping bag. He felt himself yearn for the body he’d met mere hours ago…

To have her slick, tight cunt wrap around, engulf his virgin cock…

To kiss and fondle and poke and thrust and play with her purple hair, to look into her eyes and give himself to her forever and ever…

But Sayura didn’t want him, though Iori knew she did. She couldn’t want him, though he knew she could…

He remembered their earlier conversation at the club, before everything had gone terribly wrong.

-You know, you’re cute for a fifteen year old.

I know. I’m very cute.

You’re far too polite as well. You’ll never get to fuck me with that attitude.

Who says I want to fuck you?

Why wouldn’t you, Iori? -

He knew she’d want him; she had to.

Then again, it might have been the alcohol speaking, not her. He looked over at Sayura again.

She was looking back “Iori?”

BlackTapirmon snored in the background.

“Yes?” He found himself staring into the blue eyes that held him so-

“… Will you undo this bra clasp? It’s itchy,” she pouted.

…?

“O- Okay.” He pulled his hand out of his pants, and, cursing the red pressure marks of his belt, he reached under her back, feeling around for the clasp of her bra, wishing she was turned over, or that he was on top of her.

She bit her lip; she had to wait for it. Wait for it.

He found the clasp, and twisted his hands around it, intentionally stroking her back. He undid the bra clasp, which she promptly pulled off and placed behind her. She then stretched to pull off her panties, but Iori had had enough.

“Sayura?” It wasn’t a question, but more of a need, a yearning, a demand.

“…Yes.” It wasn’t an answer, but more a submission, a declaration, a demand.

He brought his mouth to hers, pressing their lips together. He felt her tongue on his lip, tilted his head to the side, and dutifully opened up to allow better access. His tongue twisted around hers; he absolutely loved the texture on her tongue.

She massaged his gums, noting that one of his teeth was loose. He noticed that she’d eaten chicken for supper, earlier that night. He moaned in pleasure; it’d never felt so good for him.

She brought her hands out from the sleeping bag, pulling down the rim to reach him easier, giving Iori a view of her bust, mature and firm. She brought her left hand up to his cheek, while the other tried to undo the zipper on the bag. She pulled it down and out from between them, as he pulled off his shirt. Iori shuddered, feeling her hands on his chest; she noted with satisfaction that him being a mechanic certainly helped him.

Iori brought his hand down to hers; nervously cupping her breast, then stroked her nipple, before breaking the kiss. He left a trail of saliva that hanged between them for a moment, then moving down her neck, her chest, her breast. She giggled at his nervousness, while she struggled to regain control of his mouth, to no avail. He let his mouth travel deeper, across her chest, underneath her breasts, down to her belly button.

At this point, he stopped, feeling her hands trying to goad him on. He felt her stroke him through his pants, felt her hands slide under his shirt, trying to pull it off. After a moment, she noticed his hesitation, and stopped.

“Are you nervous, Iori?”

He nodded. “A little, I guess. It’s just-”

“You’ve never done this before. I understand.” She pecked his lips. “I’ll help you though this.”

She paused. “But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand-”

“No, I just… I’m afraid- that I won’t be good enough, I mean.”

She stroked his hair. “If you want me to stop, I will. Do you want me to stop?”

“…No. I think you’re too beautiful to waste.”

She smirked, and kissed him. He felt her pull back again, and he wrapped his arm around her head and pulled her back. He dug his tongue into her, feeling it play with hers. For a long moment he didn’t know what to do, but suddenly something clicked inside of him. He quickly pulled off his pants and his boxers, leaving them both completely bare—bare, except for her panties.

He let go of her, and started again down her front, leaving a strand of saliva behind. He tongue explored every different texture along her upper body, before pausing at her panties. With a nod from Sayura, he hooked his index finger around her elastic band, and pulled them down slowly, trailing the rest of his finger down her abdomen, along her supple, tanned skin. He thumb dug into her sex, causing her to moan suddenly. Iori tensed up, but she didn’t ask him to stop, so he kept going.

He felt his thumb trail across her nub, sending wave upon wave of pleasure flowing through her. He paused, drawing on every last ounce of strength and courage he had, then lowered his head and licked her clit. He could tell she loved this, the way her body shook with every lick he made.

“Ohhh, Ioriii…” she trailed off, moaning loudly. Iori couldn’t hear her.

Iori felt something building within him, as if he had to piss, but he knew it wasn’t piss, and he didn’t have to stop. Instinctively, he held on, because it simply felt good to hold on. He brought his head up slightly, and dug his tongue in further. It was wet, and his tongue, though a little rough, had no trouble penetrating her folds.

He brought his head up out of her crotch, squeezing in between her legs. She panted, and looked down at him, smiling.

“That… was… great, Iori. You did good.”

He smiled, panting. He felt his cock yearning to explode, but he wasn’t ready. He felt his heart rate slow down, and moved over Sayura, slowly lowering himself down onto her. Before he touched her opening with his member, he looked at her in a silent question.

She nodded, and he pushed into her, feeling like if he let go for a second, he’d burst. He wanted to do it right the first time, knowing that she was better at this than him.

His mind faltered. New sensations he’d merely dreamed about before flooded his brain like a drug, as did the dark thoughts he knew would come. Though he was relatively inexperienced on the subject, he knew something was missing. Her hymen- she had no hymen, and she hadn’t when they’d started either. She wasn’t a virgin like he was.

Love? No.

Infatuation, then?

…

“Iori… please…” her voice trailed up to him. He nodded, not knowing why he was doing this, and pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back into her, idling his thoughts, causing her hips to buckle. No hymen.

He felt his member throbbing, and as he pulled out and pushed in repeatedly he found it hard to hold on. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold on, he knew it was too early, as he pounded into her again.

With an apologetic grunt, he let go, shooting into her.

She stopped moaning suddenly, then kept going as if nothing had happened, although he knew she knew. He kept trying to pump into her, but his shrinking cock, dripping wet with fluids, wasn’t doing the job right.

He felt like a failure, a child playing a man’s game; indeed, he was far too young to be having sex anyways. But all he could think about was that he’d lost it when he should have kept going.

He didn’t listen to her, couldn’t hear her apologies or her reassurances. She’d stopped pretending, and was trying to make him feel better. She hadn’t even come yet. Barely even close.

Iori sat back, kneeling with his sad cock hung out to dry before his lowered head. Sayura stopped talking, watching him. He was sweaty, covered in his own cum, but didn’t care, as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“I’m sorry, Sayura. I’m just not good enough. Not like you, you’re really good at having sex. But me?

“No, I shoot before we’d even begun.”

“But- but you did good-”

“For a fifteen year old? Right.” He pulled his pants on over his wet crotch, not caring that it would stain. He didn’t feel angry with her, though he knew he sounded harsh; he was mad with himself, for not making her happy.

“I’m out of here. Don’t call me for a while.” He stood up, grabbed his boxers and his coat, and walked towards the door.

“Wait, Iori, don’t go-”

He slammed the door shut, and ran down the stairs, crying.

“-Yet.” Sayura sighed, and turned around-

-And was met with a glare from BlackTapirmon.

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Iori ran down the street, panting. He’d never felt so… empty. Now he knew how some of his friends felt every day. Like Daisuke. Takeru.

Though he knew he didn’t have it as bad as either Daisuke or Takeru. Daisuke had had his heart broken many times in one week; Takeru was an addict.

He ran down the street, not knowing what to do. He didn’t know where he was going, but he didn’t care. So he ran.

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“Where the hell were you?” Daisuke demanded, spitting on Iori’s face.

He wiped it away, grimacing. It was far too early to be doing this.

“One moment, we wake up, and there’s BlackVeemon, drunk as a lemur, struggling to open the door, but you aren’t there! Where were you?”

“I was out.”

“…? Out where? At a club? Home? BlackArmadimon’s? Where?” Ken asked.

“Just… out. Why do you care? So I stay up late, have some fun-”

Ken frowned.

“-And you guys are all over me like my mom?”

“Will you please be quiet? I’m trying to sleep, and you’re only scaring the elephants in my head!” BlackVeemon cried from his bed.

Daisuke ignored him. “We’re not your mom. We just woke up, and you weren’t there. What are we supposed to do? Go back to sleep? Play a game to pass the time?”

“Ya, Iori. We were just worried. You could’ve at least left an e-mail, you know.” Ken said quietly, pointing to the D-3 in Iori’s fist.

“Did you even check your e-mail?” Iori asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Ah- no. I didn’t.” Ken said, shrugging.

The light filtered in from the pale orange street lamps outside. It was still early, not even 5 AM.

“Well? Check it!” Daisuke ordered.

“Okay, okay. Hold on.” Ken started up his laptop.

“Oh, Kami…” BlackVeemon moaned from his cot. “Shut up!”

“Hmm. Okay, Iori, never mind. You did send me an… e-mail…”

He paused, reading the message.

“Who’s ‘Sayura’?” he asked incredulously. Iori winced at the name.

“A girl I… met… at a dance club.”

Daisuke’s jaw dropped to the floor. “A GIRL, Iori? But you never go out-”

“Today was an exception. An exception I’d rather not have made.” He sighed again. “Can I just go to bed? I’m exhausted.”

Daisuke looked him over. He hadn’t seen him properly in the light.

Iori was bruised, sweaty, panting silently; and his pants and shirt were stained.

“What happened to you?”

“I made a terrible mistake. I’m tired. Let me sleep!”

“What kind of mistake?”

“Just let me-”

Ken looked at him. “You had sex, didn’t you?”

Iori stared. “How- how did you-”

Ken shrugged. “The stain is a dead give-away. I assume it didn’t go very well, right?”

A deadly silence. Iori looked away, so as not to show the tears streaming down his face, not that they could’ve seen them in the pale light. BlackVeemon wouldn’t let them turn on the inside light.

“She… I… I’m only fifteen! How good can a fifteen year old be? I mean… she… She wasn’t even a virgin, she’s had way more experience than me—right?

“Right?”

Daisuke and Ken exchanged worried glances. “Uhh, I guess it didn’t go too well, right?” Ken asked again.

“No.” He shook his head, causing his hair to brush across his face. “N-no.”

“Oh, quick whining! Just because you blow your wad too early, you think you’re going to die?!” BlackVeemon demanded form his cot. “Jeez, you’re only fifteen!”

He sat up. “You have never had sex before tonight, right?”

Iori looked at him, almost pleading for an out. “R-right…”

“…And you expect yourself to be perfect? Damn, Iori! When I first had sex, I didn’t even know what went where. It’s a learning curve. Like riding a bicycle, it takes time. What do you do when you fall down?”

Iori smiled. “I get back up and try again?”

BlackVeemon looked him square in the eye. “You’re damn right, you do. Now, is it too late to see her? Uh, Sayura?”

“I guess not. I did leave in a hurry…” Iori felt like an idiot. A lizard had just dissected Iori’s own fears and emotions faster than he could have himself.

“So get up and start peddling!”

“But what do I-”

“GO! And let me sleep!”

Iori stood up, looked Daisuke, Ken, and finally BlackVeemon in the eye, then ran out, closed the door, and nearly fell down the stairs. They watched him run down the street.

Daisuke and Ken stared at BlackVeemon. “How did you do that?”

BlackVeemon shrugged. “It’s a gift, or something. Ah-AH” he cried out, holding his head. “Kami, it hurts. Be quiet!”

“Fine. We’ll leave.”

Daisuke and Ken walked out the door, slamming it shut loudly. A cry of pain bellowed from inside, causing both Dai and Ken to smirk.