Season 4: Wisemon’s Alternate Ending Series
Part 12: Headline News
By Wisemon
Digimon is the property of Toei
Animation. This story contains modified
quoted lyrics by Soundgarden. In the
last story, Junpei confiscated Takuya’s pot after a lengthy and intermittent
argument. Kazemon, Chakmon, and Bokomon
slept in the meadow below the
It
was morning; Izumi, Tomoki, and Bokomon were riding VerticalTrailmon to the
“Bokomon,
thanks for telling us about this elevator digimon.” Tomoki couldn’t wait to walk on the clouds. “It’s going to be cool,” he thought to
himself. “If there was a fire, I wonder
if we’d have to take the stairway to
VerticalTrailmon stopped; his doors opened, and Izumi, Tomoki, and Bokomon walked off onto the cloud floor. “Boys, wake up!” Izumi yelled to the still sleeping Junpei and Takuya. Junpei got up immediately, but Takuya was far less obedient.
“I was having a great dream,” Takuya whined. Essentially, it was the same thing as his flashback.
“Seriously, I think it was a little too great.” Izumi pointed out the large wet spot on the crotch of Takuya’s pants.
“Hey, you shouldn’t be looking down there in the first place,” Junpei scolded.
“Look who’s talking! I’ve seen you look at Izumi in an inappropriate way too many times to count,” Tomoki chimed in.
“Yeah, but Izumi is the person who I’m supposed to be looking at, so it’s very appropriate.” Junpei figured that Tomoki still didn’t understand the finer points of relationships.
“Alright, I’m getting up, but I’ve got a major case of the munchies. Junpei, may I have a chocolate bar, please.” Takuya became really polite when he was desperate.
For some reason, Junpei suddenly had the urge to beat the crap out of the pathetic crotch-soaked pothead, but his compassionate side stopped him. “I’m pretty hungry too. All I had to eat yesterday was…a piece of pie. I’m trying to lose weight, so let’s split a bar.” Junpei took out a chocolate bar, broke it in half, and gave one of the halves to Takuya.
“Um, I’m not trying to lose weight.” Takuya wanted a whole bar.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” Tomoki told him. “Junpei, where did you get a piece of pie? Did Polkamon bake a pie? Did you guys eat it all without telling me?”
“Yeah, that’s what happened. When we went to the side of the store, we saw a pie cooling on the windowsill, and we ate it.” Izumi had a tough time keeping the sarcasm out of her lie.
Takuya finished his half of the chocolate bar. “Kouji is expecting us; let’s not keep him waiting.”
“Where are we going?” Tomoki asked.
“We’re
going to the
“I don’t want to see Kouji or his bitch; I’m staying right here,” Bokomon stated angrily.
“I understand how you feel; you’re welcome to wait here for us,” Takuya offered.
“I’ll do that.” Bokomon took a seat in the same spot he’d “experimented” in the night before.
“Can we go now?” It was a new day, but Tomoki was asking the previous day’s question.
“Alright buhhhddy, we’re going,” Takuya told him.
Junpei put his hand on Takuya’s shoulder; coincidentally, it was the same shoulder that Kouji punched. “Man, you need to stop doing that.”
“You just don’t want to admit that Bio-Dome was a great movie,” Takuya insisted.
“Yeah, it’s great, if you’re high when you watch it.” Junpei moved on to his concerns about the impending activity. “Hey Dizzy, are you going to need any help in walking?”
“Huh, are you talking to me? Am I ‘Dizzy’?” Izumi questioned. “I’ll be alright on my own. I’ve regained my balance, but now my head hurts again; I guess it’s a tradeoff. As far as ‘Dizzy’ goes, don’t call me that. It sounds too much like ‘ditzy’, and I may be a blonde, but I’m not ditzy.”
“I’m well aware of that; in fact, your intelligence is one of the greatest reasons why I was drawn to you,” Junpei replied.
Izumi wasn’t sure if Junpei was telling the truth, or if he was just sucking up. She decided to test him. “What have I done that’s intelligent?”
Junpei knew the answer to that question. “You came up with the plans for helping the Gomamon and the Burgermon. Just yesterday, you had our mutually beneficial plan, and you averted a disaster between me and Takuya. However, your smartest move…was accepting me.”
The
group arrived at the double door entrance of the
“Pretty much the same way that you ended up with Izumi, Kouji killed Patamon.” Takuya had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to drop his news.
It didn’t make any sense to Junpei. “How did Kouji get a castle by killing Patamon? Why did he want the castle?”
“Patamon
had another form, Angemon, who owned the castle. Kouji challenged him to a duel, and
Junpei, Izumi, and Tomoki followed Takuya inside; they noticed immediately. “Let me guess; this was Kouji’s other prize?” As always, Junpei’s educated guess was correct. “Takuya, didn’t you say that Kouji was expecting us? This might be how people get ready for company where Izumi is from, but where I’m from, we give guests snacks and drinks, not live pornography.”
“You’re still upset about that ‘orgy capital’ thing, aren’t you?” Izumi reasoned.
Kouji had come up with a way to pump Angewomon by her legs, like he originally intended, without having her getting dragged on the hard castle floor. Kouji was standing; he had Angewomon’s left leg under his left arm, and her right leg under his right arm. Angewomon had her wings spread so that she could float two and a half feet above the floor. They were both looking down when they heard the legendary warriors making their unwanted entrance. Angewomon looked up from the floor, and Kouji looked up from Angewomon’s ass. “Get the fuck out of here!” Kouji shouted.
“We’re not going to leave,” Takuya shot back. “Pull out of Angewomon, put your clothes on, and listen to Junpei’s lecture.”
“Hey, I never agreed to that!” Junpei couldn’t believe the nerve of Takuya; the pothead never had that kind of authority. In fact, currently, he didn’t have any authority. “Actually, I should probably apologize to Kouji.”
“You’re going to apologize to me?” Kouji asked Junpei while he continued to steadily screw Angewomon. “I just might be willing to pull out and get dressed to hear this.”
“You’re not pulling out until we’re finished,” Angewomon told him. “We’re not stopping.”
“Well, like I said, we’re not leaving,” Takuya responded.
“I wonder if they realize that I’m in here with them, and that I’m seeing stuff that I shouldn’t be seeing. They always lose track of me, which allows me to be essentially invisible. Sometimes it’s cool to be the little guy,” Tomoki thought to himself.
Kouji pushed Angewomon out, and pulled her back in. He kept it going, out and in, using his orthogonal wheelbarrow position. “Mmmm…mmmm…ooooh…mmmm,” Angewomon moaned her enjoyment.
Junpei, Izumi, Takuya, and Tomoki watched. It was like a Trailmon wreck; they knew that they shouldn’t be watching, but they couldn’t look away. Tomoki was getting a strange feeling in his Popsicle stick. Junpei was getting the same feeling in his lightning rod, but to him, the feeling was very familiar. Izumi was also turned on; the air in her southern region was becoming very humid. Takuya couldn’t get it up; his sparkler was still fizzled out from his wet dream.
“Man, don’t they have any shame?” Junpei adjusted his briefs through his jumpsuit, allowing his large bulge to stick out comfortably. He figured that there was no harm, since nobody was looking at him.
“I know what you mean, Junpei. What kind of perverted freaks would do that sort of thing in front of other people?” Izumi figured that nobody was looking at her, so she lifted her skirt and put a hand down her panties.
Out of the corner of his eye, Junpei saw what Izumi was doing. He was about to scold her, until he realized that he had also begun to stroke himself (through his jumpsuit, unzipping would’ve been a conscious decision). At the same time, Izumi caught Junpei. Their eyes slowly moved from each others’ crotches to each others’ eyes. They had the same idea, and they knew that they had the same idea. No words needed to be spoken; they nodded to each other, and they grinned.
The wolf package was being delivered and returned to sender at a pace that would make anyone go postal. However, Kouji was staying tough. Just like the time before, he refused to have the first orgasm. “Ohhhh…ohhhh…don’t stop!” Angewomon was getting close to her climax. She was closer than Kouji, and that was all that mattered to him.
Meanwhile, Junpei had put his right hand into Izumi’s panties, and Izumi had put her left hand around Junpei’s bulge. Junpei stuck his middle and index fingers into Izumi’s black hole. Just like the time before, he went no further than the bend in his fingers. He began to gently stroke Izumi’s vaginal walls while Izumi pulled on his cock through his jumpsuit and his briefs. “That kind of hurts,” Junpei thought. “I guess now would be a good time to try something that might hurt her; of course, hopefully, it won’t hurt her. My textbook never said how far down the hymen is. The author probably figured that anyone who bothered to read the textbook probably wouldn’t get to break a virgin anyway. It’s unlikely, but I might be able to reach it with my fingers. I just want to be sure that she’ll survive the horror movie scenario.” Junpei forced his fingers as far in as they would go, and all he found was an Italian finger trap.
“Junpei, I’ve never gone that far down; I’m not used to it. Seriously, that kind of hurts,” Izumi told him.
“How do you think I feel? You’re crushing my fingers; please, can you let me out?” Junpei asked.
To distract herself from Junpei’s bad motor fingers, Izumi gazed at the clothed meat in her left hand. Unfortunately, her imagination caused her to involuntarily close her trap tighter. “Now that was stupid,” she said to herself. “I can’t think about Junpei’s dick. I need to think about something that turns me off. Kouichi’s privates were pretty disturbing; I almost vomited.” With that picture in her head, Izumi’s pussy muscles relaxed, and Junpei was able to pull his fingers out.
“I really need to lose that weight; this wouldn’t have happened if my fingers weren’t so fat,” Junpei thought. “I guess a burden in my hand is worth two in her bush, but man did that hurt.” He examined the fingers which had been trapped; the ends had turned blue. “I think we should stop now,” Junpei concluded.
“Yeah, I’m not really in the mood anymore,” Izumi agreed.
“Hey, I just realized something. If we’d finished going at it like this, we’d both have spots on our clothes like Takuya’s,” Junpei noted.
“That would’ve been embarrassing,” Izumi said.
“Well, I’m not embarrassed.” Takuya could sense it; Junpei and Izumi didn’t respect him anymore. He was losing his authority over them like he lost it with Kouji. He decided to see if he had any power left. “Just because I smoke pot, I make decisions without thinking about the consequences, and I walk around with a semen stain on my pants, does that make you guys better than me?”
Junpei and Izumi nodded to each other, and they replied simultaneously, “Yeah!” Tomoki was Takuya’s last chance for leadership.
“Ohhhh…ohhhh…shit…shit…holy shit…shit…shit…shit!” Angewomon screamed as she finally reached her own personal heaven.
Although Kouji knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to bring Angewomon to a second orgasm, he wanted to show off for his friends, so he gave his best effort. “Call my name; I’ll shoot my cream, and I’ll hear you scream again.” The combination of the push and pull on Angewomon’s legs, the motion of Kouji’s pelvis, and the lubrication from Angewomon’s orgasm, allowed Kouji to pound Angewomon’s pussy at a seemingly superhuman speed.
Izumi looked on in disbelief. “Junpei, can you do that?”
If that was what Izumi wanted, Junpei would find a way. “Yeah…I could do it. First, I’d have to lose the extra weight. You would have to float like Angewomon; in other words, you’d have to evolve into Kazemon. I don’t know if I’d feel right about that, but if you don’t have a problem with it, I can find a way to rationalize it. I guess I’m still me under Beetlemon’s armor; there, it’s done. Also, we’d probably have to practice it several times before we got it down. It wouldn’t be easy, but we could do it.”
“I was only kidding,” Izumi told him. “Your body has limitations; I understand that.”
“Under normal circumstances, that’s true. However, when I’m doing something for you, there are no limits.” Junpei briefly forgot what Izumi had told him about the difference between romantic and nauseating. Then he remembered, and he corrected himself. “I mean, when a loved one is in danger the body can get extra adrenaline. Shit, that’s no good; I used a form of the ‘l’ word.”
Izumi patted Junpei on the shoulder. “It’s alright; I only partially meant what I said last night. I was in a bad mood; I had to fight with a concussion, and Takuya ruined my vest. To be honest, I like it when you get poetic; it makes me feel special. I know what you’re going to say, ‘You are special.’ Now that’s corny, and you shouldn’t have thought it.”
A contented smile appeared on Junpei’s face. “You didn’t give me much of a choice on that one. It’s a relief to know that you’ll continue to allow me to express my love. The feelings had built up for years, but I couldn’t find the person with whom I was supposed to share them. I was trying to find my reason for living. I kept saying ‘one more time around’; I might do it, but I never did. It was very frustrating and depressing. I fell on black days, and I wanted to blow up the outside world. I was down on my knees everyday. Then I was given a butterfly, and the shit went away. Now I’m up on my feet again.”
“You fucking pansy, shut the fuck up!” Kouji yelled to Junpei. “I’m trying to release my sap, and you’re killing my wood. Never mind, here it comes.” Kouji grunted and fired his sticky stream into Angewomon. He pulled out, he put his clothes on, and he walked over to Junpei. “I shot my load today; would you clap for me?”
“Angewomon was using her wings to float, right?” Junpei asked rhetorically. “Because if she wasn’t, then I don’t like what you got her hanging from. Yeah, that was impressive; it was louder than love. I’m feeling outshined, but I won’t applaud you.”
“Buddy, it’s not an unreasonable demand.” Takuya was referring (or possibly reefer-ing) to his first time. “Down on the upside, Kouji did forget to cuddle afterwards.”
“Yeah, that’s the most important part,” Junpei agreed.
“Are you talking about spooning? Real men don’t do that; that’s just for pussies like you two. Sorry, but I’m not a spoon man,” Kouji told his peers.
“Besides, who said that I wanted to be cuddled?” Angewomon was hovering upright for the first time since before her guests had arrived. Takuya, Izumi, Tomoki, and Kouji were getting an eyeful of her immaculate body. Junpei had turned around as soon as he saw that Angewomon was going vertical.
“Um, why didn’t you put your clothes back on?” Takuya asked. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but Kouji might have a problem with it.”
“I don’t have a problem; it was my idea. I want you all to see how fucking fine she is, especially you, Junpei.” That’s when Kouji noticed that Junpei had his back turned. “You fucking retard, turn around! I doubt that you’ll ever get another chance to see a naked woman in person without paying a cover charge. You’re certainly never going to score, you fat fuck. Are you afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of Izumi? She doesn’t like you in that way; she wants me. Naturally, she can’t have me, so she’ll take my brother.”
Junpei turned around, but he didn’t look at Angewomon; he looked directly into Kouji’s eyes, and he flashed a smile of superiority. “Your brother is dead; I killed him.”
Suddenly, Angewomon’s nude form was no longer the most interesting spectacle in the room. “Yeah right, you killed Kouichi; prove it,” Kouji demanded.
“You didn’t see him come in with us, did you? That should be enough proof, but I can take you to the corpse if you want. Now, I’m sure you want to know why I killed him. Basically, he was still evil, and he was going to kill Izumi. That was enough of a reason for me. Anyway, I know it won’t be easy to forgive me, but I want you to know…that I’m sorry.” Despite all of the cruel remarks that Kouji had made, Junpei’s compassionate side forced his apology to be a sincere one.
“Whatever, you had to do what you had to do. We were related, but I didn’t really know him for all that long.” Kouji didn’t believe Junpei’s story. Takuya’s hypothesis seemed a lot more plausible (Junpei probably caught Kouichi with Izumi, and Junpei probably killed Kouichi because of it). Kouji’s “survival of the fittest” mentality had come back to haunt him. He couldn’t blame Junpei for killing his competition, not after what he’d done to Angemon. If he couldn’t be angry, he would be sad, but crying wasn’t an option. He was the tough guy; he couldn’t cry in front of them, although, if there was a time to get out of character, this was it. He decided against it; he would maintain his indifference.
Junpei
was surprised by how well Kouji took the news.
“He took it a little too well,” Junpei thought. “Either he’s still in denial, or he doesn’t
know how to grieve. He’s been an
insensitive asshole for so long that he probably thinks that it’s too late to
go back; he won’t cry in front of us. If
anyone can make him cry, it’s me. I made
Kouichi cry, I made Izumi cry, I made Tomoki cry, and Takuya wanted to cry when
I took his pot.” Junpei did his best to
tug at Kouji’s heartstrings. “It’s not
easy to deal with the death of someone for whom you care. Around the world, a lot of people get through
their sorrow by believing that their loved ones have gone to a better place,
but I’m not going to lie to you. Kouji,
you’re an intelligent person; you know that there isn’t an afterlife. We’ve personally seen the limits of science,
and life after death is beyond those limits.
Actually, it’s part of
“I get the idea,” Kouji told him. He wasn’t on the verge of tears, but he was getting close to wanting to dissect Junpei, despite the hypocrisy of it.
Junpei accepted that he wasn’t going to be able to get Kouji to cry. He decided to move on to the pretty news. “On our way here, we got into a battle, and Neemon was a casualty.”
Kouji’s urge to hurt Junpei faded, somewhat. “I knew I could trust you to take care of Neemon. So, did you hit him with a Thunder Fist as Beetlemon, or did you run him over as MetalKabuterimon?”
Junpei was offended by Kouji’s implication. “I didn’t attack Neemon; he got hit by a stray Tankmon shell.”
“Yeah right, and Kouichi went into the woods with Izumi with the intent to do something other than fucking her.” Kouji wasn’t holding back any sarcasm.
Junpei was getting close to wanting to crush Kouji, despite the minor guilt that he felt for the death of Kouichi. He was pleasantly surprised when Izumi walked to his side and put her arm as far around his waist as she could reach. Being near her made his anger fade, somewhat.
Izumi had heard enough of Kouji’s insults and accusations towards Junpei. The fantasies that she had about Kouji in the past (and there were a lot of them) didn’t matter. The wiser Izumi knew that personality was more important. The more she got to know about Junpei, the more she liked about him. The more she heard from Kouji, the more she realized that he was a sadistic and chauvinistic asshole. “Everything Junpei said was true; your brother was planning to kill me. You’re so hardheaded; you need to accept that Kouichi’s demise was his own fault, just like Neemon’s. You can just add it up to the hot rod death toll. Now that we’ve got that settled, could you please tell your girlfriend to cover up her goods?
Junpei won’t look at her; it goes against his moral code.
However, he’s still a guy; the curiosity might make his head explode.”
“Curiosity isn’t a problem; I’m not a horny toad.
If she were to come into my vision, I’d have to go to ‘eyes shut’ mode.
That could be a problem in a fight.
That could make things not go right.
If my eyes are shut, I don’t have sight.
So listen to Izumi, warrior of light.
Tell the angel in whom you unload.
She either puts on some clothes, or she hits the road.”
It was probably just a coincidence that Izumi made two sentences rhyme, but Junpei turned it into a poem anyway, because Izumi had said that she liked it when he got “poetic”. Junpei had chosen a difficult rhyme scheme (A-A-A-A-B-B-B-B-A-A, including Izumi’s lines), but he’d managed to pull it off.
While Kouji had stunned the group with his fucking ability, Junpei was getting stares for his ability to whip out lines. “Okay, I’ll put my bra back on, but I refuse to wear my suit ever again,” Angewomon told them. “That thing was so confining, and it chafed me. Now that I know what it’s like to go without it for a day, I can’t go back.”
“As a girl, I understand what you’re saying,” Izumi replied. “We always feel pressured by society to wear uncomfortable outfits. We tell ourselves that we do it to attract guys, but guys don’t give a damn what we wear. We really do it to compete with each other, but our whole gender loses in the war.”
Junpei agreed with Izumi’s feminist statement, and he made a mental note of it; it would come in handy later. For the moment, he had his own statement to make. “As a fat guy, I can also empathize. I know all about chafing and itching. When I turned twelve, I tried wearing boxers. Briefs have a thigh band that separates the thigh from the crotch; without that band, the crevice area got really sweaty. I ended up with a bad rash. Of course, I immediately switched back to wearing briefs, and I’ll never wear boxers again.”
It was the answer to Izumi’s question, but Izumi was thinking that some mysteries were better left unsolved. Since the issue of Junpei’s crotch covering was resolved, she moved on to Angewomon’s. “The bra solves half of the problem, but what about your wolf’s den?”
“I’ll make a thong out of my sash,” Angewomon replied as she covered her gorgeous tits with her armored bra and hooked the clasp in back.
Izumi didn’t like the thong idea. It defeated the purpose of comfort, but more importantly, it wouldn’t hide enough of Angewomon’s assets. “Make it a pair of panties. I don’t want you parading around in a glorified sumo diaper.”
“Hey, wrestlers don’t wear ‘diapers’; show some respect.” Izumi had unknowingly insulted a good portion of Junpei’s fighting style.
“Wrestlers don’t deserve respect,” Kouji interjected. “They use their grappling hands all over western culture, but in the East we use chops and fists. You can’t fight someone with wrestling techniques. Well, you can’t win, not if the other person knows karate.”
With the predicted unpleasantness out of the way, Junpei wanted to give Takuya and Kouji their presents. “On our way here, we met a digimon named Polkamon, and he gave us the ability to play music on our D-Tectors. Each D-Tector can hold two songs, so after we each got our two songs, we used Kouichi’s D-Tector to transport a song for each of you guys. We chose them based on your spirits; I hope you guys like them. Let’s see, who was carrying Kouichi’s D-Tector? That’s right; Tomoki had it…oh shit!”
The older kids looked around the room and quickly spotted Tomoki. He wasn’t hiding; in fact, he was standing within five feet of Takuya. “Well, we blew it guys,” Takuya announced. “I’ll take the blame on this one.”
“Hey man, we’re all responsible for him, except for Kouji.” Junpei was thinking about his patriarchal role. “On the other hand, we’ve all had to face the super unknown and grow up fast. Tomoki shouldn’t be an exception. In order to keep up with us, he may have to grow up the fastest.”
This story didn’t have much of a plot, but it was very well written; I got “poetic”. There were several repeated phrases and numerous metaphors. I suggest reading this story a few times if you want to catch them all.
Junpei’s underwear adjustment is the same one that I used everyday in my class before lunch in high school (I’m a night owl, so I get my morning wood a few hours late). Although it was sticking out, I kept it under the desk, so nobody noticed. One day, in my A.P. physics class in my senior year, I decided to change that. As I alluded to in “The White Stuff”, I have a fairly large tool, especially for a 5’9” Jew. To be precise, it’s a little over seven inches long. Normally, I hate people who say this, but on that day, I was thinking, “If you got it, flaunt it.” I turned my chair sideways and faced the other students (I sat on the left end). When the wood arrived, I made my adjustment. I slouched down, leaned back, and pretended to be asleep. A minute later there were outbursts of, “That’s disgusting…I wish I hadn’t seen that…I don’t want to know what he’s dreaming about…etc.” Some of those comments were from the teacher.
After the class, everyone was looking at me funny, but when I asked them what I’d done (like I didn’t know), they wouldn’t tell me. Finally, a girl that I’d known since seventh grade gave me a straight answer. “You had a huge erection!”
I just started laughing and walked to lunch. Of course, I should’ve said, “Yeah, it was pretty huge, wasn’t it?”
A lot of questions were answered in this one. Kouji’s reaction to the news of his brother’s death, the reason why Junpei wears briefs, the reason why Izumi didn’t go too far down, and Takuya’s actual authority, they’re all known. Do you have some questions for me? Email me at benjamin.wiseman@uconn.edu. Along with the pretty wording, there was also a lot of foreshadowing in this one:
Takuya wets his pants in one way. Will he wet them in the other way?
Junpei says that
The ends of Junpei’s fingers are blue, but the rest of him isn’t, at least not yet.
Tomoki is the only one who still respects Takuya, but he doesn’t know about Takuya’s recreational habit.
Junpei can exceed his physical limits when he’s doing something for Izumi, or perhaps, when he’s doing something because of Izumi.
Izumi sees Kouji’s true color(s).
How will Junpei use Izumi’s self-defeating gender view to his advantage?
Wrestling versus martial arts, the combat style of the Ancient West versus the combat style of the Ancient East, this debate will never be settled, but I’ll give it a shot.
Junpei and Izumi’s relationship develops further (it’s bordering on the psychic connection level) while Junpei and Kouji’s friendship avoids disaster, but this is the calm before the storm. Actually, this is the calm before the bomb. In the next story, I’m going to break out my trusty Rage. You gotta get away from the charge of the Rhinosaur.
My university email address expires in May 2006, so I’ll also give you an alternate email address (I check it about twice per month):
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