Season 4: Wisemon’s Alternate Ending Series
Part 13: Generic Blues
By Wisemon
Digimon
is the property of Toei Animation. This
story contains lyrics by The Offspring and modified quoted lyrics by Rage Against The Machine and
Junpei continued where he left off in announcing the musical
souvenirs from Polkamon’s store. “For my spirit song, I chose ‘
Junpei was interrupted before he got a chance to tell Takuya and Kouji what their songs were. “That’s not fair!” Kouji exclaimed. “Godsmack is my favorite band and ‘Whatever’ is my favorite song. That little mother fucker probably chose it just to piss me off.”
“Kouji, I would’ve been willing to transfer it to your D-Tector, but since you insist on being a dick, you can go fuck yourself.” Tomoki surprised himself with his sudden blue streak. “Takuya might be my substitute big brother, but despite being an asshole, Kouji is a pretty cool influence,” Tomoki thought.
“Man, that one came out of the blue. Tomoki, when I said that you might have to grow up fast, I didn’t mean it like that.” Of course, Junpei wasn’t stingy with the f-bombs either, so he decided not to dwell on the issue. “Takuya, your spirit song will be ‘Sleep Now In The Fire’ by Rage Against The Machine. Tomoki chose it, so thank him.” What Junpei really meant was, “If you don’t like it, blame Tomoki.”
“Alright, spill it; name my tune,” Kouji demanded.
Kouji seemed unstable, and Junpei was nervous. “All of your evolutions are wolf digimon, so I thought that it made sense to give you ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’ by Duran Duran.”
“Yeah right, that’s a good one. What did you really choose for me?” When Junpei didn’t answer, Kouji realized that it wasn’t a joke. “Let me get this straight; you gave yourself Metallica and The Offspring, Tomoki got Alice In Chains and Godsmack, Takuya got Rage Against The Machine, and I got fucking Duran Duran?”
Izumi was offended by her choice’s exclusion. “Foo Fighters rule; you didn’t mention them.”
“They’re not hard enough; that’s why they appeal to chicks like you,” Kouji replied.
“I know you didn’t just call me the ‘c’ word,” Izumi prompted.
“You’re right; I didn’t. You’re a cunt. Now I’ve called you the ‘c’ word,” Kouji retorted.
Izumi wanted to walk up to Kouji and elbow him, but she remembered what Junpei had said about how potentially dangerous Kouji could be. “I’ll bet that Junpei wants to beat him up for that remark, but he’s reluctant to attempt it for the same reason,” Izumi thought.
Kouji wasn’t done complaining. “You fat fuck, it’s like you went out of your way to piss me off as much as possible. You were considerate of Takuya’s tastes. Takuya, you’re on the opposite side of the law; you like Rage Against The Machine, don’t you?”
“I’m going to have to plead the Fifth,” Takuya couldn’t resist, “because I can’t plead the First.”
Kouji recognized the line immediately. “That does it; Junpei, your fat ass is mine. I’m challenging you to a duel.”
“Buddy, you can’t be serious!” Takuya exclaimed. “Wasn’t once enough for you? Junpei doesn’t even have anything that you want.”
“Kouji has something that I want,” Junpei said, “and we’re standing in it. Kouji, I won’t duel you, but I will fight you. The loser will be the first person to ask for mercy, and the winner will get this castle. Just so we’re clear, I’m talking about fighting as humans, not digimon. So, do you accept my challenge?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to unleash my skills on your magic tricking, walk bitching, chocolate hoarding, lecture boring, Izumi swooning, Kouichi dooming, ass.” Kouji wanted to prove that Junpei wasn’t the only poet. He truly believed that anything Junpei could do, he could do better.
“Hey, that wasn’t bad. It didn’t rhyme exactly, but it was close enough.” As usual, Junpei found the faults. “I know that you have some martial arts training, but I think that you’re being a little overconfident. I also have some combat training, and I learned from one of the wisest instructors in the world.”
Izumi was somewhat confused. “Junpei, what instructor are you talking about? I thought you said that you taught…oh, I get it. That’s kind of arrogant, but I guess you have to be arrogant to compete with Kouji.”
“That’s enough talking; I’m ready to fight,” Kouji announced. “This has to start somewhere; this has to start sometime. What better place than here? What better time than now?”
Kouji might’ve been ready to fight, but Junpei wasn’t. “This floor is awfully hard. You’re probably going to take some bad landings, and I don’t want you to end up paralyzed.”
“This floor isn’t just hard; it’s also abrasive. That’s why I didn’t want to be dragged on it.” While the fight between Junpei and Kouji was being arranged, Angewomon had turned her sash into a pair of panties through a series of complicated wraps.
“I know a way to make this floor softer.” Tomoki took out his D-Tector, “Execute: Spirit Evolution!” Tomoki became the Kyle Broflovski of the digital world, “Chakmon!” Chakmon reached behind his back and drew his quadruple barrel snowball launcher. “Alright, everybody move to the nearest wall; I want to cover as much of the floor as possible.” Chakmon aimed downward, “Blizzard Blaster!” It took a while for him to hit the whole castle floor with his barrage of snowballs. Eventually, a three inch deep layer of snow covered most of the castle floor. “Cool, you guys are good to go.” With his task completed, Chakmon became Tomoki again.
“Nice work, that was pretty clever.” Junpei was proud of the ingenuity of his “son”. “Can you do me another favor? Would you mind holding on to my D-Tector while I fight? I don’t want to risk breaking it.”
“I’m already carrying two D-Tectors, but I guess a third couldn’t hurt.” Tomoki took Junpei’s D-Tector, smiling with the realization that he was now holding half of them.
“You’ve got a padded floor to go along with your padded belly and your padded ass; now are you ready to fight?” Kouji asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready, but first I want you to admit that this isn’t about the Duran Duran.” Junpei figured that Kouji was using the music as an excuse to get revenge for the death of his brother.
“First Angewomon assumes that I have dead mother issues, and now you think that I have dead brother issues. Why does everybody want to be my fucking psychiatrist?” Kouji asked.
“Why else? We think that you need one,” Junpei shot back.
Kouji got into his fighting stance. He turned with his right side towards Junpei, and spread his legs to shoulder width with the knees partially bent, a standard karate stance. He put his right arm two feet in front of his face, and kept his left arm up and back.
Junpei got into his fighting stance. He put his right leg forward, turned his left leg outwards, and squatted down. He put both of his arms out to his sides, and he rapidly and repeatedly clasped and unclasped his fingers. Since his thumbs were pointing at Kouji, there was a symbolic trigger pulling in the hand movement, a reminder of what happened to Kouichi.
Kouji wasn’t fazed by it. “You call that a fighting stance? You look retarded, or maybe just constipated. Either way, I’ll let you have the first move.”
Takuya and Izumi stood by the castle entrance; Angewomon hovered a few feet to their right, and Tomoki was leaning against the wall on the left. They all wanted to see the fight, but with the exception of Angewomon, they all felt a little guilty about it. “I hope they don’t cross the thin line between entertainment and war,” Tomoki thought.
“Kouji is letting me have the first move, and I know exactly what I’m going to do,” Junpei said to himself. “I’m going to tackle him, and then I’m going to lock him into the ‘Junpei Trap’. It’s the same opening combination that I used on Kouichi, and for Kouji, it will also be the end. He’ll have to ask for mercy before his leg breaks, and that will be the entirety.” Junpei sprung from his right foot and dashed at Kouji.
Since Kouji’s right side was facing Junpei, a quick jump backwards was all that it took for Kouji to avoid Junpei’s rush. Although he’d missed his charge, Junpei still had his head down, so Kouji took advantage of it. He brought his right arm around for a downward punch to the back of Junpei’s head, and Junpei instantly dropped face first into the snow.
“That’s the same trick that he used to decapitate Angemon,” Angewomon commented.
Junpei’s thick hair softened Kouji’s blow, and he was back on his feet in less than five seconds. He knew that Kouji was behind him, ready to strike as soon as he turned around. “This time, Kouji will make the first move, and I will be ready,” Junpei thought. Junpei turned around, and sure enough, Kouji’s right fist was coming for the left side of his head. Junpei put his left arm up and blocked the punch, but Kouji kept pressing his arm into Junpei’s, as if he were determined to make his fist connect regardless of the impact.
“I’ll give you credit; that was a perfect karate block,” Kouji told Junpei.
“Thanks, but while we’re on the topic of uncharacteristic maneuvers, why did you throw a boxing hook punch?” Junpei asked.
Kouji flashed a smile of superiority. “Oh, that was a distraction.” Kouji suddenly dropped onto his right knee; he socked Junpei in the gut with a left thrust punch. Kouji actually managed to bury his entire fist, and part of his wrist, into Junpei’s abdomen. Junpei didn’t have time to double over and fall, because Kouji sprung up from his left foot and delivered a Mortal Kombat style right uppercut. When the fist met the chin, Junpei’s head snapped back. With his right arm still in the air from the follow-through, Kouji watched as Junpei’s body teetered for a few seconds. Takuya, Izumi, and Tomoki knew that Junpei was unconscious, but they hoped against the blue moon odds that Junpei would stay out on his feet. Of course, Junpei landed like a giant sack of blueberries, sprawled out on his back.
“That was incredibly easy,” Kouji commented. “Takuya, it’s just like I told you. You’re a pussy for fearing this wannabe fighter. Granted, you probably couldn’t beat him, but I certainly fucked him up.”
Takuya was about to tell Kouji that he hadn’t officially won yet, but for Junpei’s sake, he decided against it. “Buddy, you made your point. Why don’t you go wake him up?”
Kouji grabbed Junpei by his hair (specifically, Kouji latched on to Junpei’s big bangs), and he lifted his head out of the snow. “I’ll wake him up, but it’ll be a rude awakening.” Kouji nailed Junpei’s right cheek with a huge backhand slap.
“Oh that’s nice; make him your bitch!” Angewomon was actually getting turned on by Kouji’s dominance, and it didn’t sit well with the other spectators, all of whom were Junpei fans.
Kouji’s slap had some effect; Junpei blinked and mumbled a little. “He’s coming back around again, but it’s going to be a while until he completely regains consciousness,” Kouji noted. “I didn’t get to kick him yet, so I guess I’ll do that now.” Kouji rolled Junpei onto his stomach; then he pulled him up onto his hands and knees. Kouji walked around to Junpei’s rear, and he took a few steps back.
“Seriously, he’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do, is he?” Izumi needlessly asked.
“I found your weakness, and I’ll kick in your backdoor.” Kouji’s kick split the uprights of Junpei’s butt cheeks. Through the power of imagination, the groan that came out of Junpei made everyone in the room hurt a little, including Kouji.
“I’ve watched all that I can take; I refuse to let Kouji win,” Takuya whispered to Izumi.
“I’m not happy about it either, but if Junpei couldn’t beat him, what chance do you have?” Izumi inquired.
“Junpei can still beat him, but he needs the proper motivation.” Takuya knew what Junpei was missing. In order for Junpei to get it, something else would have to be taken. Like a true blue friend, Takuya would have to take Junpei’s soul.
Takuya explained his plan to Izumi. At first, Izumi thought that it couldn’t possibly work. Then she remembered what Junpei said about exceeding his natural limits. She also remembered what he did to Kouichi. “The Junpei who killed Kouichi isn’t the same Junpei who fought Kouji. That other Junpei was cold and savage; this Junpei was pathetic. Alright Takuya, I’m in, but I hope you realize, you might not come out of this alive.”
As usual, Takuya ignored the voice that told him to be afraid. “Kouji, turn Junpei’s head towards me and Izumi; I want him to see something.”
“I won’t take orders from you, remember? Of course you don’t, and that’s the reason why.” Kouji stared in disbelief as Takuya and Izumi wrapped their arms around each other. Izumi slid her hands down to Takuya’s ass; Takuya took his gloves off and got his hands under Izumi’s shirt. “You’re right; Junpei has to see this.” Kouji grabbed Junpei by the hair again and turned his head towards Takuya and Izumi.
Takuya took off the vest that Izumi “gave” him. Then his red shirt hit the floor, followed by his goggles, his hat, and his yellow shirt (the shirt that wasn’t open, his true shirt). Izumi took off her shirt; then she and Takuya resumed groping each other.
Kouji had an erection, but he didn’t get it by watching Takuya and Izumi. The sadist got wood by watching the expression on Junpei’s face as Junpei’s world imploded like SlimeBakemon. “I told you she didn’t like you in that way. You’re too fucking fat.”
“I don’t get it,” Junpei said weakly. “We were perfect for each other. We’d been through the same stuff. We understood each other; I usually knew what she was thinking, and vice versa. Man, we were engaged, somewhat. If the oral was an indication, I think we would’ve had great sexual chemistry too.”
Kouji’s erection died down. “Wait a minute, what do you mean by ‘oral’? You actually got somewhere with Izumi?” Kouji refused to believe it. “Yeah right, keep dreaming.” Kouji let go of Junpei’s head, and he took a spot a few feet in front of him to better observe Takuya and Izumi, but he was careful not to block Junpei’s view.
“Maybe it was just a dream,” Junpei thought. “Yeah, it was a good dream, even better than that one with the yellow me and the blue me. I guess it’s over now, and I’m alone again. Kouji was never my friend, and I won’t let Takuya and Izumi be my friends after this. They probably wouldn’t want that either; it would be too awkward.”
“Takuya, this isn’t working; he’s just getting sad,” Izumi pointed out.
“Let’s try taking it up a notch,” Takuya suggested.
“What do you have in mind?” Izumi asked warily.
“Junpei will definitely kill me if I go into your panties, but if you get me off with your hand, he’ll get just angry enough.” Takuya had gotten aroused during the fondling process; he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to be left with blue balls. He rationalized getting a hand job as having someone else masturbate for him, so he wouldn’t really be cheating on Hazy. Junpei was right; Takuya could be a lawyer.
Izumi considered Takuya’s self-serving plan. She had always wanted to see his cock, and to feel it. Besides, she had already touched Kouichi’s glow stick; her hands weren’t exclusive to Junpei. “Yeah, I’ll do it, but just unzip and whip; don’t take your pants down. It didn’t do Kouichi any favors during Junpei’s onslaught.”
Takuya unzipped his cargo pants, and he maneuvered his erect rod out of his briefs. “Huh, that’s it?” Izumi asked.
“It’s almost six inches long; that’s above average for a boy my age,” Takuya explained.
“Junpei’s meat is over a half an inch longer; it’s wider too. I know that you’re about to turn twelve while he’s about to turn thirteen, but I seriously doubt that you’re going to grow that much in a year.” Seeing Takuya’s cock just made Izumi want Junpei’s more.
“This might surprise you, but I don’t care how big Junpei’s penis is. However, Kouji will probably care. If Junpei can’t hurt him physically, he might still be able to hurt his pride.” Takuya smiled at the prospect of Junpei retaliating with small penis jokes whenever Kouji used fat jokes.
“I’m having second thoughts about this,” Izumi said. “When I touched Kouichi’s thing, it was before Junpei and I were together. I want Kouji to suffer for all of the mean things he said to Junpei, and for that mean thing he said to me, but…Kouji isn’t worth this.”
Takuya wasn’t about to give up. “You could wear one of my gloves; you wouldn’t really be touching it that way.”
Izumi had a brainstorm, a way to get revenge for her vest. “Fine, I’ll do it with a glove.” Izumi picked up Takuya’s gloves and put the left one on. She didn’t put on the other one, but she did continue to hold it in her right hand.
Junpei continued to sulk in the snow. He felt like a blue lobster in a lobster tank at a seafood restaurant; some people might have felt sorry for him, but nobody wanted him. He cringed as he saw his beloved Izumi grabbing Takuya’s dick. “At least she’s using protection,” Junpei thought. “No love without a glove…Hazy! That cheating bastard, Izumi probably doesn’t even know about her.”
Izumi pulled on Takuya’s cock lightly at first, focusing mostly on the base. She was hoping to get him to be a little bit larger like she did with Junpei, but just as Takuya had assured her, he was already at his maximum length. She moved on to Takuya’s head. Her gloved fingertips went around the top of Takuya’s dick, as if she were screwing in a small light bulb. She stroked his foreskin over his head; Takuya seemed to enjoy it.
“Ohhhh…buddy…mmmm,” Takuya moaned.
“This isn’t right,” Junpei said to himself. “Takuya took an innocent girl’s virginity, and now he’s going to hook up with another virgin in another world.” Junpei shifted his gaze to the middle and index fingers of his right hand, the fingers with the blue ends. “She’s not just any virgin; she’s my virgin.”
“This isn’t right,” Tomoki said to himself. “I wanted Takuya to get Izumi, but not like this. Junpei poured his heart out in that clearing; I thought that was the end of his pursuit. How could she reject him? He got her spirit back, he saved her life, he started some sort of pie diet, he treated her concussion, he helped her walk, and I’m sure this fight with Kouji had something to do with her. I wish that there was something that I could do, but the relationships of the older kids are beyond my control…and my comprehension.”
Izumi wrapped her hand around Takuya’s shaft, and she began to quickly move his foreskin up and down. “Since she’s wearing that glove, this is really no better than doing it with my own hand,” Takuya thought. “I’ll ask Hazy to give me a real hand job when I get home.” As Takuya was picturing Hazy’s delicate hand on his cock, he approached his climax. He savored the moment by closing his eyes, so he didn’t see what Izumi was doing with her right hand. Takuya released his liquid pyrotechnics as Izumi continued to slide her hand along his sparkler. When Takuya was finished, he opened his eyes, and he didn’t like what he saw. “Um, Izumi, that stuff in my right glove isn’t hair gel, is it?”
“If Junpei beats Kouji, he’ll own this castle; I couldn’t allow you to make a mess on Junpei’s potential floor. Besides, you’ve already made the same stain on your pants,” Izumi pointed out.
“This was payback for the vest, wasn’t it?” Takuya took back his semen filled glove from Izumi. “You probably didn’t know that I also have your hat.” Takuya pulled Izumi’s hat out of one of his pockets. He held her hat open, and he poured the non-adhering contents of his glove into it. Then he handed Izumi’s hat to its rightful owner.
Izumi looked down into her hat like a trick-or-treater looking into his candy bag after getting a roll of Smarties. Actually, Izumi’s “treat” looked more like the inside of a Charleston Chew. She wanted to elbow him, but she knew that if she did, the plan would be as ruined as her hat. “Thanks, I was worried that I was going to have to go back to get this,” she said through gritted teeth.
Junpei assumed the worst, and the worst was kind of weird. “She’s going to drink his sperm from her own hat,” Junpei concluded in his head. “Izumi, that isn’t blue cheese dressing; you can’t just guzzle it. Man, no wonder I’m so fat. I guess that explains it, the reason why it all fell apart. Then again, I was dieting; I tried so hard, but in the end, I might as well have gotten fatter. These wounds, they will not heal; so, why should I care if Izumi is making a terrible mistake? She isn’t with me, but I’m fucked, hollow and alone, and it’s my own damn fault. Yeah, this is me alone. I just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed, like a warning sign. No, fuck that wish. I wish I could find a way to disappear, the way that Tomoki always seems to be able to do it.”
Tomoki could see it; Junpei was about to cry, and when Junpei couldn’t cry anymore, he would probably kill himself. “I have to do something,” Tomoki told himself. “Right now he’s really depressed, but when Izumi pulled this crap with Kouichi, he got really mad. I need a way to turn his sadness into rage, something that will inspire him.” Tomoki reminded himself of Polkamon’s speech, and he knew what he had to do. He took out Junpei’s blue and yellow D-Tector, and he started up “Gotta Get Away”.
Junpei heard the familiar drumming, and his blues began to fade while his blue began to brighten. His anger burned like a blue star as the bass joined the drums. After hearing the first guitar riff, Junpei pushed off of the snow covered floor and got onto his feet in one rapid movement, the same movement he used to reload for his knee drops. “Kouji is standing in between me and Takuya; I feel bad for him,” Junpei joked to himself. “Of course, he should’ve known that you don’t turn your back on me; I won’t be ignored. If he were smart, he would’ve been paranoid, looking over his back. I’ve become so numb; I can’t feel or care, and that makes me very dangerous. Now I can take any physical pain without stopping, and I can dish it out without remorse. I want someone to hurt like me, namely Takuya, but I owe Kouji too.” Junpei got back into his starting stance; he squatted down with his right leg forward and his left leg pointed outwards. Once again, he spread his arms and clasped and unclasped his fingers as he waited for Kouji to turn around.
[Getting edgy all the time. There’s someone around me just a step behind.]
“Kouji, you might want to check on Junpei,” Tomoki advised. “I think his Code Blue is over, and yours is about to begin.”
[It’s kinda scary, the shape I’m in. The walls are shakin’ and they’re closing in.]
“Whatever, I’ll look at his sorry ass, but only because I think that Takuya and Izumi are done,” Kouji replied. He turned around, and this time he was too stunned to react to Junpei’s charge.
[Too fast or a bit too slow. I’m paranoid of people and it’s starting to show.]
Junpei’s left arm caught Kouji in the abdomen, and his right arm wrapped around Kouji’s back to secure the hold. Instead of tackling Kouji to the ground, Junpei lifted him over his shoulder and rammed his lumbar vertebrae into the castle wall. Naturally, it was the wall on the entrance side, the side that Takuya and Izumi were on.
[One guy that I can’t shake. Over my shoulder is a big mistake.]
“This would be a good time to zip up your fly,” Izumi told Takuya. Takuya put away his burned out matchstick. “It’s also a good time to start running…or praying.”
[Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake.]
While still holding Kouji, Junpei took a few steps back and charged him into the brick wall again. He repeated the process several times, until he was sure that Kouji was subdued enough for his next move. Junpei put Kouji back on his feet, he grabbed Kouji’s right wrist with his left hand, he put his right arm behind Kouji’s right knee, and of course, he took Kouji into a fireman carry.
[There’s demons in my head and it’s more than I can take.]
“For a guy who doesn’t like to exercise, Junpei sure is strong,” Takuya thought. “Oh no, he’s coming right for me.” Takuya started to run, but he didn’t get far, because Kouji’s right foot smacked him in the back of his head. Takuya temporarily lost the ability to stand, and he fell to the floor.
[I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak.]
“You can’t get away, Takuya. There be no shelter here; the frontline is everywhere. I call that move the ‘Helicopter Blade’ (instead of an airplane spin). It’s been two years since I’ve used it. What move did I use after it? Oh yeah, I remember now.” Junpei shifted his right hand to the front of Kouji’s right knee, and he quickly pushed up on it while he pulled down on Kouji’s right wrist. Kouji was flipped onto his back; he plummeted from well over five feet in the air, and he landed on top of Takuya. “That was a ‘Shibayama Slam’.” Junpei followed it up with his favorite move. He jumped up, and he landed in a double knee drop on the pile. He knew that Takuya felt some of the impact through Kouji.
[Saying all I know is I gotta get away from me.]
Junpei stood triumphantly over Takuya and Kouji, though he was far from being done with them. He walked around to Kouji’s feet. “You guys were given all of the power on a silver platter, but some of those who were forces, will no longer be bosses. Now you do what I tell you, because I’m adding a stipulation.” Junpei grabbed Kouji’s right leg under his left arm, and he grabbed Kouji’s left leg under his right arm. He dragged Kouji off of Takuya and through the snow, to the middle of the floor.
[I tell you something just ain’t right. My head is on loose but my shoes are tight.]
Izumi knew what Junpei would do next, and she was looking forward to it. She strolled over to where Angewomon was observing. “Our plan worked perfectly. In less than a minute, Junpei will own this castle, and you’ll be out on your ass.”
[Avoiding my friends, they all bug. Life is like a riddle and I’m really stumped.]
“Hey, wait, you mean that you gave that dumb boy a hand job just to piss off your boyfriend so he’d have a shot against Kouji?” Angewomon asked. “I like the way you think; you remind me of me.” For some reason, Angewomon’s compliment made Izumi feel really guilty.
[If you reason, don’t you know, your own preoccupation is where you’ll go.]
Junpei stepped over Kouji’s right leg with his right foot, slid Kouji’s legs further through his arms by squatting down, turned Kouji over, let go of Kouji’s left leg, spun around, sat down, and wrapped his legs around the top of Kouji’s right thigh. “Not only do I want the castle, but I also want the leadership of the team.” Junpei wasted no time in leaning all the way back, setting his “Junpei Trap” to maximum strength.
[I’m being followed, look around. It’s only my shadow creepin’ on the ground.]
“Fuck that hurts!” Kouji shouted. “However, you fat piece of shit, no matter what, I won’t give up!” Kouji was talking tough, but he could feel his knee joint being ripped apart; he knew it wouldn’t be long.
[Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake.]
“Kouji, you have about fifteen seconds until your leg breaks.” Junpei assumed that Kouji’s leg would take just as long to break as Kouichi’s, and Kouji had already endured five seconds. “I don’t want to cripple you; believe it or not, I have a lot of respect for you. You were the better man in the first round, and I wouldn’t have been ashamed to lose to you, so you shouldn’t be ashamed to lose to me.”
[There’s demons in my head and it’s more than I can take.]
“You fucking pansy…alright, I want mercy!” If Kouji had waited another three seconds, his leg would’ve ended up like his brother’s. Junpei immediately released the hold, and he left Kouji lying in the snow clutching his right knee.
[I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak.]
Junpei slowly walked towards Takuya, making each step deliberate. “You…I have no respect for you, and I won’t show you any mercy.”
[Saying all I know is I gotta get away from me.]
Takuya had already gotten up from the indirect attack, but he was wishing that he’d stayed down. “Junpei, listen to me; that thing with me and Izumi, it wasn’t what it looked like. Well, it was what it looked like; you can’t fake that sort of thing. I suppose if we had the right special effects…but we didn’t, so we had to do it the old fashioned way. On the plus side, she wore a glove. That counts for something, right buddy?” Takuya couldn’t stop rambling, and consequently, he couldn’t put together a coherent explanation of his plan.
[Gotta get away from me.]
Junpei slapped his own sternum three times with his left hand. Then he squatted down and put his fists together in his Beetlemon pose while letting out an anguished roar, “Yaaaahhhh!”
[Gotta get away from me.]
Takuya couldn’t help it; the wet spot on the front of his pants expanded down his legs. “That explains why I was rambling; I forgot that I’m afraid of him,” Takuya realized. “This is what Junpei was trying to tell me. I knew beforehand that there would be repercussions, but I ignored my fears. Now, I have to face my fear, because my fear is facing me.”
Kouji struggled to his feet; he refused to accept his defeat. “I got screwed,” he told himself. “I knocked him out; that’s even better than a submission. He probably couldn’t knock me out. Also, the way he snuck up behind me wasn’t fair. This time, I’ll sneak up behind him.” Kouji rushed Junpei as quickly as he could, which wasn’t very quickly, because he was limping.
[Whoa-oh-oh.]
“Junpei, watch your back!” Tomoki warned. “I think Kouji might be a sore loser.”
[Whoa-oh-oh.]
Junpei moved his right foot backwards and pivoted clockwise on it, until his right side was facing Kouji. As Kouji was preparing to launch a jumping punch, Junpei shocked him by instantly cutting off the distance between them with a shuffle side kick. It was the last move that Kouji expected Junpei to use, and once again, Kouji was too stunned to react. Junpei’s right foot connected with Kouji’s chin. Kouji didn’t teeter; his body hit the snow immediately.
[Whoa-oh-oh.]
“Thank goodness for Kouji’s stubbornness,” Takuya thought. “That could’ve been me getting kicked.” Takuya looked down at his thoroughly soaked pants. “If Junpei is the leader, I guess that makes me the comic relief. Wait, why should Junpei get to be the leader just because he beat Kouji? He didn’t beat me, and I’ve been the leader from the beginning. Of course, it would probably be a bad idea to fight him for it, but the issue shouldn’t be settled with violence in the first place.”
[Whoa-oh-oh.]
Junpei dragged the fallen Kouji by his left wrist through the snow and back to the wall on the entrance side. “Your brother received the ‘Brutality’, but I offered you the ‘Friendship’. You threw it back in my face; now you’re getting the ‘Fatality’. I’m going to hit you with the sure shot, sure to make your body drop.” Kouji was yanked to his feet and pulled right into Junpei’s left knee. The knee to the gut, along with a downward tug on his left wrist, forced Kouji to bend over. Junpei wrapped his left arm around Kouji’s head, and he quickly dropped onto his left side. “Lights out, that’s the ‘Shibayama DDT’.”
[Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake.]
“Junpei, that area by the wall didn’t have any snow covering the floor,” Tomoki noted. “Do you realize that you just planted Kouji head first into a brick floor?”
[There’s demons in my head and it’s more than I can take.]
“Yeah, that was the plan.” Junpei walked towards Takuya again, certain that he wouldn’t be interrupted by Kouji this time. “What I did to Kouji is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.”
[I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak.]
“I’m telling you, it’s not what you think. Yes, we felt each other up, and yes, Izumi gave me a hand job, but we did it for you.” Takuya’s slightly improved attempt at an explanation was cut short by Junpei, because Takuya’s words were only aggravating Junpei more.
[Saying all I know is I gotta get away from me.]
“What you say? What you say? What you say? What?” Junpei asked rhetorically. He got down into his charging stance, squatting with his right leg forward and his left leg pointed outwards. He spread his arms and clasped and unclasped his fingers; it was Takuya’s turn.
[Gotta get away from me.]
After seeing the fight with Kouji, Takuya knew what Junpei was preparing to do. For some reason, Takuya thought that he could talk his way out of it. “Buddy, you need to listen, and you need to stay calm.”
[Gotta get away from me.]
“Hey, I’m calm…like a bomb!” A second later, Junpei’s
left arm and shoulder exploded into Takuya’s midsection, and Takuya was tackled
with authority into the snow. Junpei stood up, grabbed Takuya’s left leg with his right
arm, and grabbed Takuya’s right leg with his left arm. Then he turned Takuya over into a standing
[Gotta get away from me.]
The room was silent because the song finished playing, and because the spectators were too shocked and horrified to say anything, except for Angewomon. “Holy shit…”
Takuya knew that only one person could save him. “Izumi, you have to stop him from doing this!”
Izumi had to think fast, and talk fast. “Junpei, I love you, not Takuya. We fooled around to bring out your rage so you would beat Kouji like you beat Kouichi.”
The expression on Junpei’s face softened a little; his sanity was gradually returning, but there was still the matter of trust. “How do I know that this isn’t just a trick to get me to not break Takuya in half?”
“Well, in a way it is,” Izumi
admitted. She approached Junpei, who was maintaining his standing
“We’re just friends?” Junpei questioned.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Izumi replied. “Don’t you remember yesterday? I was the one who wanted to know when it was going to happen.”
“Yeah, so maybe you decided not to wait, and you went after Takuya instead,” Junpei suspected.
“Buddy, stop being so insecure,” Takuya said. “She really doesn’t want me. In fact, as soon as she saw my dick, she started talking about how much bigger yours is.”
“Really, that was the first thing you said when Takuya whipped it out?” Junpei asked Izumi.
Izumi couldn’t help blushing. “Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“Alright guys, as long as things go back to the way they were before you did this, I can forgive you. I guess I should be flattered that you had that much confidence in my ability whenever lunacy has found me.” Junpei let go of Takuya’s legs, and Takuya got up feeling relieved; his pants looked relieved too.
“Somebody should probably check on Kouji now,” Izumi suggested.
“I’m not finished with Takuya yet.” Junpei wrapped his arms around Takuya’s bare torso. Takuya assumed that Junpei wanted to hug after making up, but Takuya was mistaken. Junpei lifted Takuya over his left shoulder and rammed him into the nearest wall, like he did with Kouji.
“What was that for?” Izumi asked angrily.
“That was for Hazy, Takuya’s girlfriend.” Junpei stepped back and rammed Takuya’s spine into the bricks again. “He didn’t tell you about her, but they’ve gone further in their relationship than we have in ours. Unlike me, she doesn’t know about her partner’s misdeed, and Takuya can’t say that he did it for her like he said that he did it for me. Also, you cheated with a gloved hand, but Takuya used his sex organ, and he got off.”
“Exactly how far have you gotten with your girlfriend?” Izumi asked the battered Takuya.
“It’s none of your business,” Takuya retorted.
“I believe he said that they’ve gone all the way; they’ve done it many times, and they’ve never used a condom,” Junpei informed Izumi. “Oh yeah, and they smoked joints before each time.”
“Junpei, I told you that during a man to man discussion. Girls aren’t supposed to hear things that are spoken during a talk like that; it’s confidential.” Takuya was pissed, but he knew how to get his revenge. “Now I’ll have to tell Izumi about the hypothetical situation.”
Izumi couldn’t believe how sleazy Takuya was. “He has a girlfriend, a girlfriend who he’s slept with, and he neglected to mention it when he suggested his plan for helping Junpei. That’s just great, I literally had a hand in Takuya’s unfaithfulness,” Izumi told herself. She looked down at the cream filled hat that she was still holding. “I know a good way to get back at him, but first, I want to hear about this hypothetical situation.”
Junpei put Takuya back on his feet; then he took a snowball from the floor and used it to clean the blood and brick dust off of Takuya’s back. “Please man, don’t tell her.”
“Sorry buddy, but it’s too late,” Takuya responded. “Izumi, if Kouichi hadn’t been trying to kill you, but had merely been trying to fuck you, Junpei still would’ve killed him. Well, only if you didn’t care if Kouichi died, but still, Junpei is more than your defender; he’s a murderer.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Izumi replied. “Junpei told me himself; he’s willing to kill for me.”
“That doesn’t bother you at all?” Takuya inquired.
“Why would that bother me? Doesn’t every woman want a man who will kill for her? It’s another one of those things that Junpei does that makes me feel special. Besides, now you know not to get on my bad side, because Junpei will kill who I tell him to kill.” Izumi patted Junpei on the shoulder.
Junpei decided to play along. “Yeah, she’ll pick the target, and I’ll drop the bomb. I’m going to drop it at a higher level, because I’m inclined to stoop down and hand out some beat-downs.”
“Speaking of dropping things, the winner of a big game usually gets a bucket of Gatorade poured on his head,” Izumi said. “I don’t have a bucket of Gatorade for the winner, but I do have a hat full of Semenade for the loser.” Izumi got her hat over Takuya’s head. Takuya saw it coming, but he decided that it was in his best interests not to resist. “Okay, now it’s hair gel,” Izumi told him.
Angewomon was trying to help Kouji up, because she doubted that anyone else would. She got him onto his feet, and she rested his head on her ample chest. Then she saw the blood soaking through his bandana, and she flew backwards, causing Kouji to fall back down. “He’s bleeding pretty badly, somebody help him!”
“This must be the Code Blue that Tomoki predicted,” Junpei supposed. “Hey, keep your bra on; I’ll help him.”
“You’re the one who did this to him in the first place,” Angewomon pointed out. “Why should he trust you to help him?”
“Junpei’s father is a doctor, and the first rule of medicine is to do no harm,” Izumi explained.
Junpei walked up to Kouji’s mangled body. “You know your shit, Izumi. While I might not be a doctor myself, I play one on T.V.,” Junpei joked. “Yeah, I’m the guilty party whose rage caused this, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t repair it. Kouji, are you awake?”
“I wish I wasn’t,” Kouji answered. “My head feels like it was shot by a tank’s cannon.”
“Yeah, join the club,” Izumi told him. “Eventually, you’ll get used to the pain and dizziness. In the meantime, stop complaining, you pussy.” Izumi got her revenge for when Kouji called her a cunt, and she did it by calling Kouji by his favorite derogatory term for boys.
“Izumi, he’s taken enough. Don’t forget, he’s the one with the dead brother.” Junpei stooped down and removed Kouji’s blue bandana. Underneath the cloth, Kouji’s forehead was covered with a wall of blood. “Man, I certainly fucked him up.” Junpei took another snowball from the floor and used it to wash the blood off of Kouji’s forehead. “Kouji, you’re probably going to need some stitches, but all I have are some bandages from Polkamon’s first aid kit. There were stitches in the kit too, but I didn’t think that we would need them. Anyway, you might be left with some scars.”
“That’s fine by me,” Angewomon said. “I think battle scars are sexy.”
“Yeah, you know what’s even sexier?” Izumi asked rhetorically, “a lack of battle scars due to victory.”
Junpei sensed some rivalry between Izumi and Angewomon, especially on the issue of who had the better man. It was pointless as far as Junpei and Kouji were concerned, because they were more than happy with Izumi and Angewomon, respectively, and that was enough for them. “It’s just like Izumi told us, their whole gender loses in the war,” Junpei thought.
Meanwhile, Takuya had gotten Izumi’s sticky hat off, and he’d gotten his own clothes back on, except for Izumi’s vest (technically, he was the new owner, but he never really wanted it) and his gloves. Izumi still had his left glove, and his right glove had the same problem as Izumi’s hat. He noticed that everyone but Tomoki was gathered around Kouji’s body, so he decided to join the crowd. Despite the fact that Kouji’s forehead had been rinsed from a wall of blood to a few gashes, Takuya felt the need to comment on Junpei’s “Fatality”. “Buddy, you certainly fucked him up.”
“Yeah, I know, but right now I’d rather not talk about it.” Junpei reached into one of the pockets on his jumpsuit and pulled out some bandages. He carefully put a bandage on each of Kouji’s cuts, hoping that he would be wrong about the scarring. “That takes care of the bleeding, but I don’t want to have to look at that. You’re going to need a new bandana; your blue one is ten times more stained than Izumi’s hat.”
“Where the fuck am I supposed to get a new bandana?” Kouji asked.
“I happen to have one; well, we can make it into one.” Junpei unzipped his jumpsuit halfway; to Kouji’s shock, he was wearing a V-neck white undershirt underneath.
“Wait a minute, where did you get that undershirt?” Kouji asked.
“Do you remember when those Toucanmon stole our D-Tectors?” It was a day that Junpei would never forget, because he got a fleeting glimpse of Izumi’s nude chest. That reminded him of something. “Hey Izumi, could you put your shirt back on?”
“Oh shit, I can’t believe I forgot to do that again.” Izumi grabbed her shirt from the floor and put it back on.
“I believe it,” Angewomon said under her breath.
“Anyway,” Junpei continued, “I decided that it was only fair to steal something from them. They had lots of clothes, including the item of clothing that I really needed. When you’re a big guy who’s doing a lot of walking and running, you get hot and sweaty. My orange shirt went up to the bottom of my neck, and the material was relatively thick, so it wasn’t doing me any favors. This simple low-cut undershirt that I’m wearing is a lot more comfortable. I had been carrying the V-neck in my jumpsuit for a while, but I didn’t make the switch until after I’d gotten sweatier than I’d ever gotten in my life. After my fight with Kouichi, I took a cold bath, and when I put my clothes back on, I wore this undershirt for the first time. I think it was a good luck charm.”
“All you stole was an undershirt? You’re no Winona Ryder,” Kouji quipped.
“Yeah, but if you say ‘Beetlemonjuice’ three times…forget it, you wouldn’t get it.” Junpei reached into the right side of his jumpsuit and pulled out his orange shirt. “This will be your new bandana. Before you reject it, there’s something that you should know about it; it’s orange.”
“Junpei, if I could walk without limping, I would get up and sock you in the gut again. I can see that it’s orange, you fucking retard!” Kouji bellowed.
Junpei wasn’t fazed by Kouji’s outburst. “You get orange by mixing red and yellow. Red is symbolic of passion; yellow is symbolic of fear, but it’s also symbolic of warmth, like the sun. Kouji, you lack all three of these traits, and that’s why you lost to me.”
“Yeah right, I lost to you because you snuck up behind me, and I forgot about the victory conditions, which were fucking stupid,” Kouji complained.
“Haven’t you figured it out by now? You lost because of my plan,” Takuya told Kouji. “You didn’t really think that Izumi and I liked each other like that, did you? We did it to bring out Junpei’s ridiculously vicious side, and sure enough, the personality who killed Kouichi made an appearance in this castle. Junpei might’ve snuck up on you, but it wouldn’t have mattered if you were ready for him, because Junpei was practically invincible in that state of mind. It was me, Izumi, and possibly Tomoki who got him into that state of mind so he would beat you. It’s just like I told you, in a Lord of the Flies scenario, you’d be the first to go, because you’re the one that the rest of us like the least.”
“Actually Takuya, since making me temporarily suicidal was a side effect of your plan, and since you cheated on your intimate girlfriend, I like you the least,” Junpei informed him. “Now Kouji, what I’m trying to say is that you can know all the martial arts you want, but the greatest weapon in hand-to-hand combat is motivation. If one is fighting with passion, or a loss of warmth and fear, his chances of winning improve greatly. You fight like a machine, without any emotion, because you have nothing to fight for. Actually, you did have something to fight for, your brother, but you didn’t channel that.”
“You are so fucking wrong. Any sensei will tell you that it’s better to have a clear head in a fight. When you get emotional, you make mistakes, which is why I don’t make mistakes. You, on the other hand, made a huge mistake. You left your cushy gut open for my thrust punch. You know, you’re right; I’m a machine. I’m Deep Blue, and you’re Kasparov.” Kouji saw that Junpei was about to wrap the orange shirt around his head, making it the new bandana. “Thanks, but no thanks; I’ll stick with my old one.”
“You don’t mind the blood stains?” Junpei questioned.
“Unlike with Izumi’s hat, it’s my own bodily fluid,” Kouji explained.
Junpei had to talk to the person who truly made the plan work, Tomoki. He headed to the left wall, where Tomoki was anticipating his arrival. “You knew exactly what to do. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably left the castle and jumped through a hole in the cloud floor. When I heard the music, I realized that there was no point in being sad, not when I could turn that sadness into rage. If I was going to go out, I wanted to go out with a bang. You also reminded me that no matter what the young adults were doing to conspire against me, I still had the innocence of childhood on my side, and I was fighting against those who would spoil that innocence. I wasn’t just fighting for me; I was also fighting for you, Izumi, and Hazy, the other people who were screwed over by Takuya’s plan.”
“Buddy, you said that you forgave me,” Takuya reminded Junpei.
“Yeah, I forgive you, but I’m not going to forget this,” Junpei responded.
“The old ‘forgive and forget’, you have to do both,” Takuya commanded.
“Fuck you; I won’t do what you tell me, because now I’m the leader. I got the blue ribbon in the ass kicking contest, and instead of a monetary prize, I got the castle and the leadership,” Junpei informed Takuya.
“You beat Kouji; you didn’t beat me, but I don’t want to fight you. The leadership should be decided democratically.” Takuya looked at Kouji, Izumi, and Tomoki. “Who’s it going to be, me or Junpei? I think I’ve done a pretty good job in leading this team so far, and I’d like to continue to lead this team. Together, we can save the digital world.”
“Shut up, you fucking pussy!” Kouji shouted across the room. “I already told you; I’m not taking orders from a pothead. While I might not like it, technically, Junpei beat me, so he gets my vote.”
Izumi couldn’t believe it; she thought for sure that Kouji would vote for Takuya because of the fight. Now her vote would clinch it for Junpei. “I usually prefer that my leaders not piss their pants; I’ll go with Junpei.”
“I guess Tomoki’s vote doesn’t matter,” Kouji noted.
“Well, I think that Tomoki’s vote should count double since he has Kouichi’s D-Tector,” Junpei suggested. “By the way, Tomoki, can I have my D-Tector back?” Tomoki handed back the key to Junpei’s victory, his D-Tector. “I normally use it to evolve, but it doubled as a guerrilla radio,” Junpei said to himself.
“I agree; it’s only fair to give Tomoki two votes,” Takuya said, believing that there was no way that Tomoki would vote against him. Then it would come down to a tie, and a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. Takuya would throw paper, Junpei would throw rock, and Takuya would be the leader again.
Tomoki didn’t understand why Junpei would want his vote to count double. “He had this won, but now he risks losing,” Tomoki pondered. “He must think that I’ll vote for him, but I’m feeling a little undecided.”
Takuya could see that Tomoki was struggling with the decision, so he tried to convince him. “Ever since we came to this world, I’ve been looking out for you. I’ve been keeping you safe when everyone else avoided you because you cried. I supported you; now I need you to support me.”
Junpei wasn’t sure if he could top Takuya’s speech, but he would give it a shot. “I haven’t watched you as closely as Takuya has, but that’s because I’ve tried to give you some personal freedom. I believe that you should be treated as an equal. After all, you’re smart, you’re brave, and you don’t wet your pants, unlike some people. Takuya hasn’t told you the whole truth, but I’ve always been straight with you. There’s only one thing that I didn’t tell you when you asked me about it, and that was because Izumi answered first.” Junpei walked up to Tomoki and whispered in his ear. “Polkamon didn’t bake a pie; the pie was a metaphor…”
Tomoki listened to Junpei’s account of what happened by the side of Polkamon’s store, and both boys blushed as the racy details were being spoken aloud. “So that’s why she was screaming,” Tomoki observed. “I’m happy for you; you’ve worked hard to get her, and that’s why I was so pissed off when I thought that she had betrayed you.” Tomoki recalled overhearing that it was Takuya’s plan; he decided to announce his choice. “Both of my votes are going to Junpei. However, it’s conditional; Junpei has to teach me how to fight like him.”
Kouji was offended by his style’s exclusion. “Kung fu fighters rule; why don’t you want to learn to fight like me?”
“Any idiot can throw a fist-a-gon, but Junpei’s moves are cool and complicated,” Tomoki explained.
“I believe that everyone should have their own unique style, so I can’t teach you to fight exactly like me,” Junpei said. “I’ll teach you how to fight like you; I’ll help you develop a style for yourself.”
Takuya’s pants were bathed with his own urine and semen, and his hair had semen in it too, but now he was feeling as pathetic as he looked. “I can’t believe I didn’t get a single vote,” Takuya said to himself. “I could really use a joint right now, but Junpei confiscated my pot. It’s not fair; if it wasn’t for me, Junpei would’ve lost.”
Meanwhile, Kouji was managing to get up by himself. He put his bloodied blue bandana back on and limped over to Junpei. “I still say that your win was a cheap one, but as far as respect goes, since you respect me, and since you beat me, I guess you’ve earned my respect.” Kouji extended his hand, and Junpei shook it.
“Seriously, this is pretty fucked up right here,” Izumi commented to herself. “I’ll never understand boys. One minute, they’re beating each other half to death; the next minute, they’re shaking hands.” Izumi looked at Angewomon, and she realized that although the two of them would probably never get into a brutal fight, they would also probably never be close friends. “Huh, maybe the boys have the right idea.”
“There’s something that’s still bothering me about this,” Kouji said. “If you did all that damage because something within you was released, don’t you think you’re the one who needs the psychiatrist?”
“I’ve been there and done that,” Junpei replied. “My parents sent me to a bunch of doctors, and I’ve tried dozens of antidepressants, legal ones, Takuya. I tried to tell them that drugs weren’t the solution, but since my dad is a doctor, he kept his faith in the pills. I knew what I needed; the problem was getting it. Drugs can’t cure loneliness, and Izumi did more for me than an infinite supply of Prozac could ever do.”
Without warning, Kouji nailed Junpei in the gut with an underhand punch. “I can’t believe I lost to this fucking pansy.”
“Did I really deserve that?” Junpei asked when he got his wind back. “What happened to that ‘respect’ thing?”
“I get to hit you if you say something lame; that’s what I did to Takuya when he was the leader. You wanted the job; you have to take everything that goes along with it,” Kouji explained. “Besides, lithium is better than Prozac.”
“No, lithium makes you gain weight. It contributed to my chunkiness. The best use for lithium is in a lithium battery. Those things are expensive, but they’re worth it.” Junpei didn’t tell the whole truth; lithium batteries were a luxury that he could easily afford. “Alright, I’ll make my first order now; it concerns Takuya.” Junpei approached Takuya and put his right hand on Takuya’s left shoulder, and he put his left hand on Takuya’s right shoulder. He stared down into Takuya’s eyes with a serious (intimidating for Takuya) expression on his face. “If and when you get home, you’re going to make an honest woman out of Hazy. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Buddy, I wish I did, but you might as well be speaking like Mercurymon,” Takuya replied.
“Allow me to clarify; you’re going to start using protection, and you’re going to stop using marijuana. Most of all, you’re going to stay with Hazy no matter what, and you’re going to marry her as soon as it’s financially possible. In the meantime, you should try to get to know her better, because I’ll bet that you two didn’t talk much during those naked Sundays. Find out about her past, her interests, and her aspirations, and tell her yours.” Junpei released his grip on Takuya’s shoulders; he walked away, knowing that Takuya would need some time to soak in his orders.
Izumi ran up to Junpei and hugged him tightly, letting him feel her chest against his (Junpei’s jumpsuit was still unzipped, so the combined material between them was fairly thin). Then Izumi really surprised Junpei; she grabbed his head by his cheeks, and she pressed her lips against his. They kissed for several minutes; it was a sweet kiss, a genuine kiss, a wholesome kiss (they kept their mouths closed).
When they finally had to stop because they couldn’t get enough air through their noses, Junpei had to know the reason. “That was incredible, but what was that for?”
“You’ve had that coming for a while, but most recently, it was for what you said to Takuya. You sympathized with his girlfriend, and you wanted to make sure that she didn’t get hurt. Kouji fights for the sake of fighting. Takuya gives speeches about saving this world without actually accomplishing anything. You’re an idealist who fights successfully for his beliefs, and there’s something irresistible about that. I guess you could say that I kissed you for being you, and that’s why I’m going to kiss you again.” Izumi pulled Junpei’s head back down and resealed her lips on his.
Though his trust was still shaken, Junpei knew that he would never be separated from his dream again. “All hell can’t stop us now,” Junpei said to himself.
“It’s just like I told myself, she couldn’t possibly reject him,” Tomoki thought as he viewed Junpei and Izumi’s lip connection. “I know this is a beautiful moment, but for some reason, I feel like I’m watching my parents kissing.”
Junpei tried to look into Izumi’s eyes during the kiss, but she had her eyes closed, so Junpei did likewise. He expected to see darkness, but instead, he saw colors. He saw a lot of yellow, some red, some orange, some violet, and some flashes of green. He saw all of the colors of the rainbow, except for blue.
Now
that was probably the best story in the series so far, but because part of it
was so sad, “Eat It” is still my favorite.
Now go back and count how many times you can find the word “blue”; go
on, I dare you. You might be wondering
why I had Junpei switch to a white undershirt (aside
from the practical reasons). White is
symbolic of virginity, and now the entirety of “the family” is wearing white on
their chests. Junpei
has a white V-neck, Izumi has a white and blue striped shirt, and Tomoki has a
white shirt with green trim. Not all of
the symbolism was color symbolism. You
might’ve noticed that the aforementioned white wearers blushed during the
story, another symbol of virginity. It
wasn’t a coincidence that Kouji called himself a
machine while this story quoted Rage Against The
Machine. Along with the blatant
symbolism, I also used the repeated phrase technique again. All five kids had a, “It’s just like _ told
_,” line. Takuya’s and Kouji’s were about each other; Junpei’s
and Izumi’s were about each other; Tomoki’s was about himself. Also, Tomoki had the same thought starter as Junpei at one point, and Kouji
had a thought phrase that was a parody of one of Izumi’s. Why would Godsmack
be Kouji’s favorite band? They’re hard, and Kouji
has the manners of a Bostonian. Why
would “Whatever” be Kouji’s favorite song? It expresses the desire to be alone, and it
does it while working blue (count this one too). Also, “whatever” happens to be one of Kouji’s favorite utterances, both on the show and in my stories. There’s a
coincidental connection between Godsmack and the
“machine” that Rage Against The Machine “raged”
against. Godsmack’s
“Awake” is used in commercials for the U.S. Navy. Kouji supports
“Lithium” while Junpei likes the “
In case you’re wondering, officially, I have a purple belt in karate. I got it by going through an hour long camp class for six weeks. As long as you knew the moves, you got a new belt and a diploma every two weeks. My instructor said that I had one of the nicest looking punches he’d ever seen. Nonetheless, I was a skeptical pupil; I came in believing that grappling was superior to striking. One day, when we were going over self-defense moves, I put a twelve year old girl (I was fourteen) into a full nelson. This wasn’t one of the moves that we were practicing to defend against, but I kind of liked the girl, and I wanted to give her the gift of strength. I knew she’d be an attractive target in the future, so I wanted her to have some self-defense enrichment. That’s my definition of true chivalry. It’s like the old proverb about teaching a man to fish instead of giving him a fish. Anyway, I asked the instructor, “How is she going to get out of this?”
He replied, “There’s a way to do it, but it’s kind of cheap.”
I realized what he was talking about before the girl did, and I closed my legs and shifted them to the side of the girl’s legs. “Okay, now how is she going to get out of this?” Of course, everybody in the class laughed. Even in a camp karate class, I could still manage to be the class clown.
Returning to the story, I really think that this could be one of the great ones. I know it’s lacking in sexual content, but I think that I more than make up for it with action, comedy, spirit, romance, plot, characterization, symbolism, foreshadowing, poetic techniques, and moral lessons. I’m hoping that people will talk about Wisemon’s “Generic Blues”; I think it deserves a chance. I know that my first six stories were relatively poor, but my writing has improved a lot in a brief period of time; I’m a quick learner. Logically, I’m only going to get better, but perhaps I’ve reached my limit. In order to keep Junpei’s body proportional to my own, I went on a diet. Actually, I started the diet before I started the series, but who’s counting? When I wrote “The Saga Begins”, I weighed 220 pounds. By the time “Trigger Happy” was done, I weighed 210 pounds. Now I weigh 195 pounds, which is still pretty heavy, but I think that a lot of it is muscle. For instance, I can do a standing fireman carry (the kind that Junpei uses) on my dad, and he also weighs 195 pounds. I’d say that I have another twenty pounds to go until Izumi is mine (I didn’t just type that, did I?) Anyway, here’s the stuff to remember for later:
Kouji wants “Whatever” for his song, but Tomoki has it.
Are Foo Fighters too soft, or is Kouji too hard?
Takuya thinks about Hazy as he reaches his orgasm. Are Junpei’s orders necessary?
Takuya considered facing his fear, but Kouji interrupted him.
Kouji has a limp and head trauma. He probably shouldn’t battle for a while. Tomoki says that Kouji’s head gets “planted”. Pretty soon, Kouji will be “In Bloom”.
Why can’t Izumi and Angewomon get along? They each have their own man, and they wouldn’t want to trade, so where’s the problem?
Kouji believes in fighting without any emotion. Will this strategy work when he faces his greatest challenge?
Takuya is feeling depressed again, but the deposed leader can’t turn to drugs, thanks to the new leader. It’s a real turning point; the supporting character on the show becomes the official leader in my series.
Junpei and Kouji are friends now, somewhat.
Kouji is action without purpose, and Takuya is purpose without action. Junpei puts them together, another example of the balance theme. This might seem unrelated, but it isn’t; Junpei sees flashes of green.
“All hell can’t stop us now,” a well placed quoted lyric, but it’s also foreshadowing.
This time, I’m saving my email address for the very end, so it’s easy to find. It’s just like I told you, I’m a quick learner (there’s the repeated phrase technique again). You can comment on this story, which took me over 200 hours to write, at benjamin.wiseman@uconn.edu.
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):
©2003 By Benjamin Wiseman