Season 4: Wisemon’s Alternate Ending Series
Part 19: Happy Birthday
By Wisemon
Digimon is the property of Toei
Animation. This story contains lyrics by
Foo Fighters and Godsmack, and modified quoted lyrics by Foo Fighters, and one
from Bernie Taupin. There’s a slight
parody of a movie that was a parody to begin with, Spaceballs, and some
more stuff from the trilogy it parodies.
In the last story, the war with HellDiaboromon reached its climactic
conclusion when the devil digimon was impaled by RhinoBeetlemon’s electrified
horns. Then Junpei and Izumi went
“swimming”, despite Tomoki’s reminder of their fallen comrades. Junpei carried out Takuya’s body, and they
returned to the
The
next day was half spent with sleeping in the renamed
Since
the bodies of the brothers of light and dark were abandoned, there was only one
body that needed to be buried. The body
that took the spirit of flame was returned to the grill. Bokomon took in the sight of the
“Yeah, well, Takuya never made it home, but this is as close as we can get him.” Junpei shoveled the first load of dirt onto Takuya’s body.
“Four funerals and a wedding, this is so cliché,” Ophanimon commented.
“You’re the cause of one of them, possibly two of them, so show some class by shutting up,” Izumi advised.
“Uh, four funerals, aren’t we forgetting somebody?” Tomoki asked.
“This is a combined ceremony for Takuya, Kouji, Kouichi, and Patamon. Neemon should be coming back,” Junpei explained.
“He
died as Angemon, not Patamon,” Bokomon corrected. “I’m a licensed digimon minister, so I’ll host
the proceedings.” Bokomon took a few
steps in front of the others and turned around, making them the audience. “We are gathered here today, in my home
village-anybody else here from
“You’re hosting a funeral, not a Friars Club Roast,” Junpei prompted.
“Right, Takuya was already roasted, and he’ll never burn again.” Bokomon’s expression turned from smug to serious. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you guys always get to make the wiseass remarks, and I always have to say the necessary things. I figured this was my one opportunity to beat you to the punchline. I’ll restart the proper way. We are gathered here today to mourn the losses of Takuya, Kouji, Kouichi, and Angemon. Let us not concern ourselves too much with how we lost them, or whose fault it was. Rather, let us try to remember their redeeming qualities. War is hell, and sometimes, the battles are within the ranks.”
They took turns giving eulogies. Whenever somebody wanted to speak, he or she took the speaker’s position (facing the others). Takuya got the most speech time. Kouji got a good one from Junpei, and Angemon got a good one from Bokomon, so they tied.
Nobody knew too much about Kouichi, so there wasn’t much said. Izumi “knew” him the best, but she didn’t really know him all that well. “He seemed like a nice enough guy, except for the threatening to kill me thing, but you know what I mean.”
Junpei’s version was more of an excuse, for Kouichi, and for himself. “Unfortunately, he was a puppet in a plan to pick off the legendary warriors one by one, a plan that was doomed from the start.”
When everybody had said what they needed to say, Bokomon closed out the ceremony. “If you’re done paying your respects, we can finish burying the body. What’s that last line?” Bokomon took out his book and skimmed for the quote. “Ah yes, code to code, and data to data.”
The rest of the day was spent planning the wedding. When word that the legendary warriors had defeated Kerpymon and Lucemon spread across the digital world, there was a flood of volunteers and wedding gifts. Izumi had her dress designed and fitted by a Piximon tailor. Junpei had his white tuxedo designed and fitted by a Penguinmon. The Burgermon and Digitamamon volunteered for the catering. There were two ideas and corresponding volunteers for the wedding’s music. Etemon wanted to play live, and Polkamon wanted to be a D.J.. Polkamon had a preexisting relationship with the bride and groom, so he initially won out. However, when Etemon said that his band included himself, a MetalEtemon with an electric guitar, a KingEtemon with a bass guitar, and an Apemon with a set of drums, Junpei couldn’t resist. Polkamon wasn’t left out though. In fact, he was given a far more prestigious role.
Then
there were the gifts. The Trailmon
became a postal service for a day in order to ship the various tributes to
Junpei and Izumi. The gifts were
unloaded in the meadow below the
The
gifts would’ve been stored inside the castle, but the inside was chosen as the
location for the wedding ceremony, because Junpei and Izumi were able to get
the decorating teams to remedy the damage.
First, a team of Pipismon fixed the hole that Lobomon put in the
roof. Then a team of Meramon cleared out
(melted) the snow that covered the floor.
A team of Jagamon installed carpeting.
A team of Lillymon arranged the props (mainly the flower covered
arch). Lastly,
Because
“Whoever shows up, there will probably be hundreds of digimon,” Junpei answered. “Bokomon was making a list, but I think he lost count after a while.”
Izumi checked herself for doubts. “We’re young, and this is sudden time-wise, but it seems like we’ve known each other for years. We’ve already been through more than most people should have to go through in a lifetime.” A sad thought entered Izumi’s mind. “Still, I wish my parents could be here for this. If we were to postpone the wedding, go back to our world, and have it with our parents, would you hold it against me?”
Junpei treaded carefully. “If that’s really what you want, I’ll go along with it. I’d rather leave than suffer knowing that your desires weren’t being provided for properly. I’ll never be your monkey wrench. However, we’d be disappointing all of the digimon who have been so generous. Also, I love my parents too, but I think they’ve probably given up on us by now. It’s been so many months; they’ve probably assumed that we’re dead. They’ve probably moved on. Seeing us alive wouldn’t be good for them, and seeing us head back here would be really traumatic. Visiting is pretty, visiting is good, but there are some exceptions for extenuating circumstances. Actually, if we left, I’m not sure if we could get back here, and I really want to stay.” Junpei took out his D-Tector. He had no intention of using it; he just wanted the symbolic effect. “Personally, I’ve come to feel like this is our world.”
Izumi nodded. “Yeah, I feel the same way. I think I felt it before you did. Let’s not kid ourselves; you’ve got an ulterior motive, your impending hero worship. If I did decide that I wanted to go back, would you trade it in to be with me?”
Actually, the hero worship was just a bonus. The real reason Junpei wanted to stay was the one that he gave Tomoki. “I can’t believe you even have to ask that question. If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you.” Junpei repeated his reply in his head, and he saw his folly. “Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a wacko stalker. I realize that sometimes it seems like I may be scattered, crazy, a little frayed around the ends, but you know you make me breakout.”
“Is that just how it seems? A few days ago, you literally were a wacko stalker,” Izumi recalled. “Your intentions were good, but still, you know you were off the deep end. It’s all trivial though, because I’ll stick around, and learn from all that came from what we’ve been through. I’ve already learned a lot from you, and I don’t just mean your little factoids. More than anything, you’ve taught me how to be stronger.”
Junpei realized that Izumi was expecting him to return the compliment, to say what he learned from her. There really wasn’t much that Izumi could literally teach him, except for Italian stuff. “You gave me my first real reason for living, and the only one I’ll ever need. Someone’s always someone else’s one. What were the chances of there being somebody out there with whom I could connect so well? What were the chances of us being part of the same small stranded group? What were the chances of my soul mate being impeccably beautiful? I’d say they were pretty fucking slim, not even one in ten. Despite the odds, it all came together. Then I just had to wait and pray you’d pick on me the day I raised my hand.” Junpei moved in for a goodnight kiss, but Izumi held his face back.
“You just reminded me of something. Tomorrow, there will be no wedding cake,” Izumi stated with authority.
“What are the guests going to eat for dessert?” Junpei inquired. “We can’t have a wedding without cake. Besides, I think Digitamamon already prepared it.”
“There will be no wedding cake for you,” Izumi rephrased.
“Hey, it’s not just my wedding, it’s also my birthday. I have to have cake on my birthday.” Junpei didn’t know why he bothered with the excuse. He already knew that he wasn’t going to be eating cake.
“Why do you have to have cake on your birthday? You mean because it’s tradition?” Izumi questioned. “At every step, haven’t we already taken every alternative to traditional values? We’d be having a traditional wedding with our relatives, not a legion of monsters, and we’d be about ten years older. Then we’d be living in the real world, working for some company like mindless cogs.”
“You really are learning a lot from me,” Junpei noted. “Alright, I won’t eat any cake.”
“Huh, that’s it? You’re not going to whine some more about being deprived of cake?” Izumi knew that Junpei would accept it, but she didn’t think he’d accept it so easily.
“Who needs cake?” Junpei wrapped an arm around Izumi and began petting her back. “I got something even tastier from the best Italian bakery in the world.”
Izumi accepted Junpei’s kiss. However, after their lips had been connected for thirty seconds, she remembered the other caterer, and she broke the kiss. “No burgers either.” She watched with satisfaction as Junpei cursed inaudibly. “Don’t worry, you won’t starve. The Floramon owe me some favors. We’ll come up with something special for you.”
Junpei
didn’t like the sound of it. He knew
that
“Goodnight, Junpei.” Izumi answered as a reflex; her thoughts were elsewhere. “People who go on diets are like people who try to quit smoking,” Izumi considered. “It takes a lot of convincing to get them to start, and they rarely ever finish. Somehow, I get the feeling that Junpei’s an exception. Izumi closed her eyes and imagined the next day, the most important day in a girl’s life. As she fell asleep, she imagined the night, and the lengths Junpei would go to in order to keep her happy.
Obviously,
there was no sleeping in the next morning.
Tomoki and Bokomon received and seated the digimon guests in
Meanwhile,
in an isolated section of the
In
another isolated section of the
Since he was a licensed digimon minister, or at least since he claimed to be one, Bokomon presided over the wedding. He saw a packed house in front of him, and he began to feel more nervous than the couple he was unionizing. “I’ve never spoken in front of so many digimon before,” Bokomon considered. “I hope I don’t choke.”
Junpei stood by the altar, under the floral arch, awaiting the arrival of his bride. “Hey, will somebody please cue Etemon’s band?” Of course, Junpei’s request became the cue. Subsequently, MetalEtemon and KingEtemon initiated an acoustic version of “Here Comes The Bride”.
Izumi
stepped through the double door entrance of
Izumi’s forward progress stopped short of its expected destination, and consequently, Etemon’s band stopped playing. “Junpei, what’s with the green shirt?”
“It’s my alternative style,” Junpei replied. “I’m assuming that’s also the reason for your ‘wedding skirt’, or whatever you want to call it.”
“Okay, that’s a good point.” Izumi silently walked the rest of the way down the aisle. She took her spot, face-to-face with Junpei and in front of Bokomon.
Bokomon was already under stress, and Izumi’s awkward moment almost made him lose it. Somehow, she was screwing up his wedding. He took a deep breath, and he began the ceremony. “We are gathered here today, among our casual acquaintances, and those we don’t know who just want free food afterward, to join Junpei Shibayama and Izumi Orimoto in the bonds of holy-”
Bokomon was cut off by a massive “Boom!” and the sight of a large hole being blasted through the front castle wall.
“-Moly!” Suddenly, Izumi’s little blunder didn’t seem like such a big deal to Bokomon. Eventually, he would find relief in knowing that nobody would remember if he messed up his lines, but his immediate reaction was to pass out.
Unlike Bokomon, Junpei was conscious, and his consciousness was wholly pissed off. “It’s my wedding, my fucking wedding! I guess somebody has a death wish. Yeah, you know the routine; this is a blackout, I want to detonate.”
Tomoki rose from his seat (in the front row, obviously). “Junpei, you’ve done enough; this one is mine. Besides, you chose me as your best man, and I’m not sure what that job entails, but this is something I can do. You just try to wake up Bokomon so he can get you hitched.” Tomoki was up the aisle and out of the castle before Junpei could respond.
Once he had gotten outside, Tomoki tried to find the source of the disturbance. He didn’t have to look very hard; it was standing right in front of him. “Oh, it’s you. What’s your problem? Don’t you know that the castle was already redecorated? It doesn’t need any new holes.”
Of course, Machinedramon wasn’t using his Giga Cannon for “redecorating”. “You told me that I had to wait outside because I’m too big, but you let in that fat purple digimon with the accordions on his shoulders. That is not fair and equal treatment.”
“Hmm, I suppose it isn’t,” Tomoki conceded. “It still doesn’t give you an excuse to start demolishing a crowded building. We’re stacked to the rafters in there.” Machinedramon hadn’t just altered the castle; Tomoki noticed something different about the area surrounding the castle. When Tomoki had entered, he’d left the guests waiting patiently for the reception just outside. Those guests had since retreated, almost out of Tomoki’s field of vision. “Whoa, there’s no need to leave!” Tomoki shouted to the cowardly digimon. “Really guys, I’ll have this problem taken care of in no time.”
“They’re keeping their distance because I’m a Mega level digimon, a very powerful one,” Machinedramon explained. “You think you’re going to ‘take care’ of me? You’re just a little pipsqueak, but since you’ve threatened me, you’ve left me with no choice. I have to defend myself, and the best defense is offense.”
“I was hoping you’d ask for a fight.” Actually, Tomoki was hoping for a fight until he found out that the problem was a Mega level digimon, but it was too late to turn back. Tomoki took out his lime green D-Tector. “This guy is huge and scary looking. I’m going to need every advantage that I can get, and some motivational music might give me one. Kouichi’s D-Tector and Rage Against The Machine would be appropriate for this battle, but I think I’ll try my fight music.” Tomoki started up “Whatever”. The spirits of wood, steel, water, and earth remained in Tomoki’s D-Tector after his first unified evolution, so it was just a matter of calling for his most powerful form. “Unity Execute: Unified Spirit Evolution!” A blizzard surrounded Tomoki while he became a digimon that nobody knew existed until two days before, “JediFrigimon!”
[And I wonder, day to day. I don’t like you anyway.]
Though they were both Mega level digimon, Machinedramon still had a significant size advantage over JediFrigimon. After getting a good look at JediFrigimon, Machinedramon could tell that he also had the strength, defense, and arsenal advantage. “You were right; this will be taken care of in no time. I’ve heard that you legendary warriors are much weaker than we all assumed. Your two strongest fighters were defeated in the battle with HellDiaboromon. The faction that remains should be a cinch. The hardest part is waiting here, ready to collide.” The red targeting mechanisms on each of Machinedramon’s cannons lit up.
[I don’t need your shit today. You’re pathetic in your own way.]
“Uh, this looks bad.” There were some constants in every battle; JediFrigimon could tell that Machinedramon was about to shoot him. Experience also taught him the best way to avoid getting hit. He jumped sideways when he saw the first gleams of yellow energy in the cannons’ barrels.
[I feel for you. Better fuckin’ go away.]
Machinedramon called out his infamous attack, “Giga Cannon!” He watched with annoyance as his blasts put a hole in the cloud floor, but not in JediFrigimon.
[I will behave. Better fuckin’ go away.]
As JediFrigimon landed his jump, he also saw the hole, and it gave him an idea. He wanted to try to lure Machinedramon into the hole, but he realized that it would be pointless if Machinedramon could fly. “Mecha Godzilla, I was just wondering, how did you get up here?”
[I’m doing the best I ever did. I’m doing the best that I can. I’m doing the best I ever did.]
“My name is Machinedramon.” Machinedramon resented the nickname. “If you must know, when my cannons are flipped back, they double as booster jets. Speaking of boosters, Booster Claw!” Machinedramon’s left claw detached from his arm. Propelled by a formerly hidden blazing rocket in its rear, the claw headed for JediFrigimon.
JediFrigimon ducked the claw, but he had a feeling that it was too easy. Sure enough, he turned around, and he saw that the claw was coming around for a second try. “It must be a heat-seeker, or in my case, a cold-seeker,” JediFrigimon pondered. “I can’t keep dodging it; I’ll have to stop it. I’ve built my reputation as the legendary warrior with the cool weapons, and now I am up in arms again.” JediFrigimon pulled his Popsicle stick from his belt, “Lime Saber!” The icy cylindrical “blade” formed around the Popsicle stick. Despite knowing that Machinedramon was behind him, JediFrigimon kept his focus on the incoming danger, because he knew that it would take all of his concentration. The timing had to be perfect. As the claw came in, he sidestepped it, and whacked its flaming backside with his Lime Saber. When the ice met the flame, the flame fizzled, and the claw dropped to the cloud floor.
[I don’t need to fantasize. You are my pets, all the time.]
Machinedramon had assumed that his claw would do the rest of the work. Obviously, he was disappointed, but far from done. He realigned his cannons’ targeting mechanisms, knowing that JediFrigimon still had his back turned, “Giga Cannon!”
[I don’t mind if you go blind. You get what you get until you’re through with my life.]
JediFrigimon had temporarily forgotten about the launcher of the claw. With less than a second to react to the attack call, he turned around, held up his Lime Saber, and hoped for the best. JediFrigimon’s weapon blocked Machinedramon’s concentrated shockwave, but not without a price. There was a feeling of déjà vu as JediFrigimon saw lime green chunks dropping off of his Popsicle stick. Since he was completely in the line of fire, he had to shoot first, “Frost Force!” JediFrigimon shot a flurry from his palm and nailed Machinedramon’s eyes, buying himself some time. He knew that he had to find another way to defend himself, and he had to find it fast.
[I feel for you. Better fuckin’ go away.]
Izumi emerged from the castle. What she saw caused her some concern, but she wasn’t that surprised. “Can’t you ever pick a fight with something your own size? Don’t expect me to help you on this one. I just came out here to see what the commotion was, and because we’re still waiting for Bokomon to wake up. Don’t get me wrong, ordinarily, I’d help a friend in danger, but I need to save my energy. I plan on being very busy tonight.”
[I will behave. You better go away.]
JediFrigimon didn’t want Izumi’s help anyway. After losing to HellDiaboromon, he had something to prove to himself. “Izumi, I used to be a little curious about that stuff, but now I’m going to have to agree with Takuya and Kouji. That’s too much information.” While Junpei had yet to officially train him, JediFrigimon had learned by watching Junpei’s fights that his surroundings could be used as weapons. He couldn’t use the hole in the cloud floor, especially since it had already resealed itself, but he could use the claw that he disabled.
[I feel for you. Better fuckin’ go away.]
The heat from Machinedramon’s optic sensors melted the snow from his eyes, and he was free to target JediFrigimon again. The situation had changed somewhat, because now JediFrigimon was holding his claw like a shield. He didn’t want to risk damaging his own claw with his Giga Cannon attack. Instead, he moved into close range. He reached in with his right arm and grabbed to get his claw back.
[I will behave. You better go away.]
JediFrigimon let Machinedramon have the claw without a struggle, but then he immediately jumped at the mechanical monster’s face. He broke off his Popsicle stick to the desired size, “Splinter Stick!” Then he jammed the broken stick into Machinedramon’s mouth, and propped it vertically to keep Machinedramon’s jaws open. There was an attempt to shake him loose, and he almost lost his grip on Machinedramon’s head, but he managed to maintain it long enough to finish the job. “You would’ve gotten wedding cake, but now you’re just getting the frosting, Antarcticana Ice Punch!” JediFrigimon’s fist went into Machinedramon’s mouth, and a layer of ice immediately began to form and spread throughout the monster’s internal circuitry. In a matter of seconds, all of Machinedramon’s processing systems went offline. Soon afterward, his fractal code appeared. JediFrigimon dropped to the cloud floor and took out his D-Tector. “Fractal Code: Digitize!”
[I’m doing the best I ever did. I’m doing the best that I can. I’m doing the best I ever did. Now go away.]
“Okay, that was pretty damn good,” Izumi told JediFrigimon.
[I’m doing the best I ever did. I’m doing the best that I can. I’m doing the best I ever did. Now go away.]
JediFrigimon finished collecting Machinedramon’s data, and then he reverted back to Tomoki and shut off his music. “I wasn’t just good; I was great! I just got a bad break against HellDiaboromon. I think I just proved that I’m just as good as Junpei. I should be the guy in the prophecy. I should be the one everybody wants to congratulate. There goes my hero; I’m my own hero.”
Izumi could see that Tomoki was proud of himself, and he had a right to be, but he was taking it a little too far. “Don’t get cocky, kid.”
“Hmm, maybe I am patting myself on the back too much for this,” Tomoki considered silently. “Big me to talk about it, I could stand to prove it some more. What’s next for me? I’ll watch as they take their vows. I’m always waiting for my turn, and I know I won’t find it here. The train that I got onto up and left. I’ve been gone so long, but I will come back. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I guarantee, I’ll be coming home next year.”
Izumi and Tomoki returned to the castle, just in time to see Ophanimon slapping Bokomon to consciousness.
“Get on with the damn ceremony,” Ophanimon told the waking Bokomon. “You’re wasting my whole day.”
Bokomon was still groggy, and his nerves were still snapped, so his judgment was abnormal. He blocked the last slap, grabbed Ophanimon’s hair, pulled her head in, and stuck his tongue down her throat.
Ophanimon broke away as soon as she realized what she was doing, and she retreated from the castle without saying another word to anyone.
“That was pretty fucked up,” Izumi commented as she rejoined Junpei in her spot at the altar.
Bokomon stood up and retook his spot as well, and motioned for the guests to settle back in their seats. “I’m sorry for that interruption. Since it seems that the problem has been taken care of, though we’ll need the Pipismon to fix that new hole in the wall, the ceremony can continue. Where did I leave off?” Whenever Bokomon had a question, he opened his book. Since he had been reading the lines from his book anyway (in the ceremonial speeches section), his book was already open, and it was just a matter of finding the right spot. “Ah yes, we are gathered here today to join Junpei Shibayama and Izumi Orimoto in the bonds of holy matrimony. Since we lost some time with the incident, I’ll move onto the vows. Junpei, do you take Izumi to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
There was never a doubt in Junpei’s mind. “I do.”
Bokomon prompted the other side of the union. “Izumi, do you take Junpei as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
Just to play devil’s advocate, Izumi had tried to find an excuse for not marrying Junpei, and she couldn’t find one that withstood her own reasoning, or Junpei’s battery of calm counters. “I do.”
“Now we need the rings. Where’s our ring bearer?” Bokomon asked.
Tomoki rose from his seat again to deliver the gold circles (crafted by a SuperStarmon goldsmith and supplied by a Starmon jeweler) to his friends. He handed one ring to Junpei and the other to Izumi. As he retook his seat, he wondered how he’d ended up with multiple jobs in a helpful capacity crowd wedding.
“‘With this ring, I betroth.’ Now you guys say it,” Bokomon directed.
Junpei put on his ring. “With this ring, I betroth.”
Izumi put on her ring. “With this ring, surrendering to you.”
Bokomon knew that there were only two more steps. “If anybody objects to this marriage, leak now, or forever hold your pee. Wait, that doesn’t sound right.”
“Yeah, while you were out, I changed a few words in your book,” Junpei explained.
Bokomon was pissed. “You can’t change the book! It’s…it’s…sacrilegious.”
“Man, your book is good, but if you put too much stock in it, you’ll crash with your stock,” Junpei advised. “It’s just like I was telling HellDiaboromon when he put all of his energy into one attack; you have to diversify.”
“I’ll diversify you,” Bokomon irrationally mumbled. He managed to swallow his outrage in order to finish the ceremony. “With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Junpei lifted Izumi’s veil. He hesitated for a second, bracing himself for a moment that could’ve been too good to be true. Then he kissed her, and he felt her kiss him back.
It lasted a while, a little too long for the patience of the guests. After a minute, the inevitable comment emanated from the back row, courtesy of a Terriermon. “Al and Tipper, that’s enough already; we get the idea.”
The newlyweds broke the kiss. “So Junpei, you’re a married man now. How do you feel?” Izumi asked.
It wasn’t a strange question, but Junpei had a strange answer. “Something feels incomplete about the ceremony. At the moment, I feel like crushing some glass under my shoes. It’s probably a coincidence; I feel like smashing something half the time I’m awake.”
Junpei and Izumi walked up the aisle and exited the castle. They were followed by the guests (except for the Pipismon, who had some work to do first), all of whom were eagerly anticipating their consolation for having to sit through the ceremony. Fortunately, with the elimination of Machinedramon, the reception had reconvened outside. The Burgermon had the guests’ lunch prepared, and Digitamamon was ready with the wedding cake for dessert. As the “Tomoki” burgers were served to the hungry guests, Junpei diligently kept his distance from the salad dressing and onion covered beef circles, but he was jealous of those who got some.
Izumi patted Junpei on the shoulder. “I know it’s hard, but don’t the best of them bleed it out? We both know you can do this.” Izumi spotted the Floramon carrying a massive wooden bowl. “Cheer up, your lunch just got here.”
The Floramon brought the bowl to Junpei (per Izumi’s request), and Junpei examined its contents. As he had expected, it was a salad. It was mostly lettuce, with some diced tomatoes, some shredded carrots, some chopped red peppers, and a “dressing” that was apparently some kind of salsa. “It looks really…healthy. I guess I’ll give it a shot. I like lettuce and tomato on my burgers, and I like salsa on my nachos, so how bad can it be? Are you going to share it with me?”
“No, go on and have it all; that whole bowl is for you,” Izumi answered. “I’m one of those people who can eat whatever they want without gaining a gram, so I’m having burgers.”
If anyone else had said it, Junpei would’ve been audibly peeved, but coming from Izumi, he let it slide. “Alright then, go enjoy the burgers while I try this taco-less taco salad. If you let me know how they taste, I suppose I can eat them vicariously through you.”
“Yeah, that’s the spirit, somewhat. I think you’ll like it, if only because you don’t have much of a choice.” Izumi headed for the Burgermon’s kiosk.
Junpei took the bowl from the Floramon. He took hold of the fork in the bowl, and he got ready for his first bite. He stabbed some salsa covered lettuce leaves and plowed them into his mouth. He chewed, and he swallowed. “Hey, this isn’t so bad. It’s not as good as burgers, but it’s got some flavor and some texture. I’d rather take a real salad than some tofu substitution crap. I guess Izumi knows me as well as I know her.” Junpei noticed that the Floramon were still standing in front of him. “What, am I supposed to leave you a tip or something?”
One
of the Floramon spoke up. “Izumi wanted
us to ask you if it was alright…we would be honored if you would come to
Junpei took another bite of salad. “That’s what Izumi wants? In that case, I’ll see you petal-heads later. Right now, I’d like to be left alone with my salad. The green stuff and I are going to become good friends. Like she said, I don’t have a choice.”
The wedding cake was topped with a plastic Beetlemon and Kazemon. When it was time to cut it, Izumi took the knife, and Junpei kept his distance. “Just because you can’t eat it, doesn’t mean you can’t help me cut it,” Izumi offered.
It seemed like a tease to Junpei, to come so close without being able to get it, but he accepted any activity with Izumi. He stood behind her, put his hands over hers on the knife, and together, they cut the cake. “Man, that cake looks really good. That salad was big, but it wasn’t very filling, and I’m still kind of hungry.”
“You’re still not getting cake,” Izumi told her husband. “Actually, I anticipated that the salad might not be enough, so I had Frigimon bring you a special dessert.”
Junpei wasn’t sure what a Frigimon looked like, until he remembered that his best man evolved into a Frigimon variation. He spotted the snowman digimon among the guests, standing next to an ice cream cart. Once the cake had been cut and served, Junpei approached Frigimon. “So, what do you have in the cart? I hope you have Rage Against The Macadamia.”
“Is that some sort of gourmet cookie? I’ve never heard of it.” Frigimon opened one of the silver doors on his ice cream cart. “Per request, all I’ve got are Italian ices.”
“Of course, because Italian ices don’t have any fat. They’re just flavored water,” Junpei pondered aloud. “Alright, I’ll take a cherry.”
Frigimon peered into his cart. “You want a cherry? Sorry, but I only have the artificial kind.”
Junpei looked to Izumi, who was feeding herself a slice of wedding cake. “Yeah, I know.” With a sigh, he accepted the little freezer burned cup from Frigimon along with the corresponding flat hourglass spoon-like wooden thingy. He opened the cup, and he dug the wood into the cherry flavored confection. He brought a chunk to his mouth. “I love it, but I hate the taste,” Junpei thought. “It’s too plain, too rough, and too cold. Hey, weight’s keeping me down, so this is my cake.” With its simplicity of flavor, Junpei could’ve gone through the cup in a matter of seconds, but he didn’t. He nursed it, as if every rosy crystal held something special. “Somehow, I know I can make it. I won’t give up when I want it enough. I’ve been picked on for being fat for so many years…it’s been too long. Just for her, I’ll make myself normal from now on. All my life, I’ve been searching for something. Nothing satisfies, but I’m getting close, closer to the prize at the end of the rainbow. I don’t need the pot of gold; I just want my four leaf clover.”
After lunch, it was time for the pointless dancing and music. Etemon’s band plugged into their amplifiers, and they played the request list that had been laid out by Junpei, Izumi, and Tomoki. The digimon would’ve put in requests, but only the humans knew about the music from Earth, and the music from Earth kicked the ass of almost anything from the digital world.
Each legendary warrior was allowed to choose six songs. Tomoki’s requests came first. He started by going deep into his older brother’s stash, “We Die Young” by Alice In Chains and “Paranoid Android” by Radiohead. Then he chose some more contemporary oddball tributes to himself, “Re-Align” by Godsmack, “Walk The Sky” by Fuel, “Over Exposure” by A.F.I., and “Sucker Train Blues” by Velvet Revolver.
Izumi’s
requests came next. A few were no
surprise, “Welcome To Paradise” by Green Day, “Comedown” by Bush, and “Head
Over Feet” by Alanis Morissette. Then
came the slight shockers, “Somewhere I Belong” by
Junpei made the most of his requests by picking some very long songs, “Slaves And Bulldozers” by Soundgarden (which Etemon didn’t appreciate having to belt out), “Reach Down” by Temple Of The Dog (which MetalEtemon didn’t appreciate having to strum), “World Upon Your Shoulders” by Silverchair, “Where The River Goes” by Stone Temple Pilots, and “Me & My Old Lady” by The Offspring. The band thought they were done, but Junpei reminded them that he had one more request. “Etemon, just hand me the microphone, and you’re free to go. I just need your band for a special song for Izumi.” Junpei took the stage and the microphone, and he looked to Izumi. He made sure that her attention was likewise on him before he continued. “I know you like Foo Fighters, so I had Polkamon switch my spirit song from ‘Battery’ to ‘Generator’. I also switched my fight music, but that’s a surprise for later. My immediate wedding gift to you is this song. I really can’t do a Dave Grohl impression; his voice is too normal. So, here’s the Chris Cornell version of ‘Lonely As You’:
What would I do?
Lonely as you.
Pleasure or pain, I can’t choose.
What would I do?
Lonely as you.
Pleasure or pain, I can’t choose.
Wake up, you’re dreaming. I can’t stand your screaming.
Drowning out these prayers, just some words without meaning.
Spare all the preaching, my secret’s worth keeping.
No one understands like I do.
Keep out of reach; I’m your leading deletion.
Hide behind these masks, though they still see right through them.
Every now and then, you’re down and out my friend.
Down and out again. Down and out again. Down and out again.
But I’m down with you.
One more time for the last time. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for release. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for the last time. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Everyone wants to believe. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Blame it on youth, all these years I’ve been losing.
Blame it on the past, it’s the last place I knew you.
Blame all the children, their rage and their ruin.
Blame it on the black and the blue.
Every now and then, you’re down and out my friend.
Down and out again. Down and out again. Down and out again.
But I’m down with you.
One more time for the last time. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for release. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for the last time. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Everyone wants to believe. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Every now and then, you’re down and out my friend.
Down and out again. Down and out again. Down and out again.
But I’m down with you.
One more time for the last time. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for release. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for the last time. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Everyone wants to believe. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
One more time for the last time.
One more time for release.
One more time for the last time.
Everyone wants to believe.
One more time for the last time.
One more time for release.
One more time for the very last time.
Everyone wants to believe, alright!”
Junpei got a slight applause, not nearly what he was expecting based on his dream. He left the stage and kissed Izumi. “Hey, what did you think?”
“I think the line between romantic and nauseating just got way too blurry,” Izumi replied. “It’s about what I’d expect from you.”
With her mixed review, Izumi had actually reassured Junpei by differentiating herself from her dream counterpart. Junpei gestured towards the pile of wedding gifts that the guests had supplied. “Maybe you’ll like some of these better.”
Since it was Junpei’s birthday anyway, the wedding presents were opened in birthday present style in front of the guests. A lot of it was standard for a newly married couple, but some of it wasn’t. They got dishes, cups, cutlery, a refrigerator, a television, a king-sized bed with Digimon sheets and pillowcases, his and her stereos, a PS1 bundled with Digimon World, Digimon World 2, Digimon World 3, Digimon: Rumble Arena, and Digimon: Digital Card Battle, toiletries (including new toothbrushes), a toilet and hot tub (along with working plumbing in Thundercloud Castle), and the last gift came from Bokomon. It was a chair, a very fancy chair.
“I guess it beats sitting on the floor,” Junpei remarked. “Bokomon, what made you decide to give me a chair?”
“Junpei, you’ve got responsibilities now. Why do you think we’ve all come out here? It’s because of the prophecy, and even without it, you’ve shown that you can solve problems. From now on, that will be your job. You’ll have to solve any problems that may arise in this world. That’s more than a chair; that’s a throne.”
“It doesn’t matter which world I’m in; there’s no way around having a job,” Junpei realized. “This is the best one I can get, and I’m the perfect man for it, so I’ll take it. Who would’ve guessed? After using a submission hold to gain leadership, I end up with the highest ranking job in politics.”
The stools were moved out of the castle, and the presents were moved in. When that chore was finished, Junpei and Izumi became Beetlemon and Kazemon, and they got set to take off for their honeymoon. They graciously received the cheers of the guests, promised to have a good time, and spread their wings to the sky.
Beetlemon realized that he was just following. Without that assistance, he had no idea if he was heading the right way. “Hey Kazemon, do you remember how to get to Breezy Village?”
“Yeah, I remember. So, you’re not too macho to ask for directions?” Kazemon chided.
“If you wanted someone who didn’t know when he should ask for help, you would’ve married Kouji.”
Beetlemon
and Kazemon arrived at
The
Floramon who hadn’t gone to the wedding knew about the honeymoon plan, and they
had spent the last few hours preparing for their guests. The first step was to throw custom-made
floral wreaths (leis) around the necks of Junpei and Izumi. “Welcome to
Izumi recalled that the “soup” dispensed from the Floramon’s noses. “Thanks, but we ate a pretty big meal at the wedding, and soup is off of Junpei’s new diet. If it’s all the same, I think we’d rather just be shown to our room.”
Junpei wasn’t sure if Izumi was just adding to the excuse, so he whispered his question to her. “Really, I can’t eat soup?”
“Cream of anything is off-limits, but the rest are okay,” Izumi whispered back.
“Then what’s the point of eating soup?” Junpei asked himself.
The Floramon escorted Junpei and Izumi to their room. It was a steep hike up the tree, but for some reason, Junpei didn’t complain. Even the Floramon knew Junpei well enough to expect him to complain about the walk.
“Huh, I thought I knew all it took to bother you. Why aren’t you bitching?” Izumi inquired.
“I can’t bring myself to gripe about this walk, not when I know where I’m going, not when there is nothing left to win,” Junpei answered. “It’s enough for this legendary warrior just to be with you.”
Junpei and Izumi arrived at their honeymoon suite. Like all of the other rooms in the village, it was a hollowed out section of the mung tree. “Okay, thanks for bringing us here,” Izumi told the Floramon. “Now you can go back to whatever you were doing before we arrived.” She could tell that the Floramon didn’t want to leave, so she gave them an insistent glare, and they got the message. She turned her attention to the door to the room. She put her hand on the wood surface, and she pushed. The door didn’t budge.
“Maybe you should leave this to me; it’s my specialty.” Junpei found the handle and pulled, but the door still didn’t budge.
“I think you should keep the brutal heroics as your specialty,” Izumi suggested.
“Wait, I think I’ve got it.” This time, Junpei pushed the door sideways, and successfully slid it open. “Now, if we’re going to do this the proper way…” Junpei shot his right arm between Izumi’s legs and behind her right thigh. Then he took her weight onto his right shoulder in a halfway connected fireman carry. He crossed the threshold of the room, and he immediately began his search for the bed. He didn’t have to look long; it was right in the middle of the room. Considering how rustic the room was, the bed wasn’t too bad. Granted, the mattress was filled with grass instead of springs, but the blankets were made of real Sheepmon’s wool. Junpei didn’t really care about the materials as he set Izumi down on the bed.
Izumi sat up on the edge of the bed. “So…what happens next?”
Junpei took a seat on the edge beside Izumi. “You’re asking me? You’re the one who calls the shots. At least, that’s the way it’s always been. Don’t get me wrong; I really don’t have a problem with that.”
“Yeah, it’s amazing how you have to dominate every guy around you, but you’re more than willing to let a girl push you around.” Izumi gave Junpei a playful shove. “You’re supposed to be the man. Why don’t you make the first move this time?”
“Because…the same reason you don’t want to…I’m nervous. It’s harder for us now, because now it’s expected, whereas before it was kind of spontaneous,” Junpei reasoned.
“As stupid as that sounds, I think you’re right,” Izumi agreed. “How do we make it more unexpected?”
“Let’s talk for a little while.” Junpei recalled a topic from their previous night’s conversation. “I told you what my parents do, but you never told me what your parents do.”
It
wasn’t necessarily a sore subject for Izumi, but she didn’t like having to
explain it. “My dad is a rock star,
somewhat. It’s been twenty years, and
his band is still just an opening act for bigger bands. Because he’s on tour all the time, I only see
him for a few weeks annually. My mom
works for a clothing designer, and my mom’s boyfriend is a diplomat. He’s the reason we lived in
Junpei thought he had the puzzle solved, and he tried to sound sympathetic. “The divorce must’ve been hard.”
“It would’ve been, except my parents aren’t divorced. They still love each other.” Izumi went into the details. “The problem was that they weren’t able to see each other too often. So, they made an open marriage agreement. My dad gets to fuck his groupies, and my mom gets to have her boyfriend.”
“Yeah…if it works for them…” Junpei wanted to say something else, something along the lines of, “the definition of depraved”. Of course, he knew that it wasn’t wise to insult Izumi’s parents. His second reaction was relief, as long as he could keep Izumi from that corrupted world. “So, what’s your favorite movie?”
Izumi took out her D-Tector. “My mom’s boyfriend watches the Rocky movies all the time, and my favorite is the one I got for my fight song, Rocky III.” Hoping that some music would ease the tension, Izumi started “Learn To Fly” (“Eye Of The Tiger” didn’t seem appropriate). Then she set aside her D-Tector by her pillow.
“Personally, I preferred the fourth one. Remember that one? Rocky has to go to the U.S.S.R. and fight that guy they pumped full of steroids. After getting beaten to a pulp, he comes back with gut shots. I loved the anti-drug message,” Junpei summarized.
[Run and tell all of the angels. This could take all night.]
“I thought that was more of an American patriotism propaganda message.” Izumi removed her veil and her lei. “Besides, the third one had cameos from Hulk Hogan and Mr. T. So, what’s your favorite gemstone?”
[Think I need a devil to help me get things right.]
Junpei remembered Takuya’s last words to him. “I don’t know too much about gems, but I think emeralds are my favorite.”
[Hook me up a new revolution, ‘cause this one is a lie.]
“That’s my birthstone,” Izumi realized. “I like pearls the best.”
[We sat around laughing and watched the last one die.]
Junpei recalled that Izumi (or at least, the dream version) liked “the white stuff”, but there had to be more to it. “Let me guess; that’s my birthstone?”
[I’m looking to the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life.]
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot, happy birthday. Now tell me; how do you do that?” Izumi asked ambiguously.
[Looking for something to help me burn out bright.]
“How do I do what?” Junpei removed his lei.
[I’m looking for a complication, looking ‘cause I’m tired of lying.]
“How do you figure out those little tricks, motives, strategies, etc.?” Izumi reached behind her back and began to unzip her wedding dress.
[Make my way back home when I learn to fly.]
“Oh, that’s just scientific intuition. I guess that I’ve been blessed with more than most people.” Junpei unbuttoned and removed his tuxedo jacket.
“Fine, but you make it damn near impossible for a girl to keep a secret from you, even a little one.” Izumi got the zipper halfway down.
[I think I’m done nursing patience; it can wait one night.]
“Is that really such a bad thing?” Junpei took off his bowtie and began unbuttoning his shirt.
[I’d give it all away if you give me one last try.]
“Are you going to give me that line about not having secrets now? Do you ever keep stuff from me?” Izumi finished unzipping.
[We’ll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life.]
“Everything I say is how I really feel, and it’s deep, but I’ll never tell you the secrets I’m holding that are too deep, so deep that they would scare you. That’s all I’m holding back, and I’ll let my actions speak for anything I can’t tell you.” Junpei finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it aside.
[Run and tell the angels that everything’s alright.]
“You mean like when you killed Kouichi?” Izumi kicked off her shoes.
[I’m looking to the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life.]
“Yeah…I could’ve left him disabled, but I didn’t restrain myself from finishing. Actually, this should be a taboo subject. I know I told Kouji that following your instincts can be empowering, and I think I’ve proved that. However, if you pick the wrong time, bad things can happen, and Takuya proved that other edge of the sword. I guess it’s somewhere in between the right and wrong. Can’t we just agree that we both followed our instincts a little too blindly that night?” Junpei kicked off his shoes.
[Looking for something to help me burn out bright.]
“Fine, it’s a deal.” Izumi pulled down the top of her wedding dress. She didn’t have on anything underneath it. “What are your instincts telling you to do now?”
[I’m looking for a complication, looking ‘cause I’m tired of trying.]
In an instant, Junpei had his arms around Izumi and his lips pressed against hers. Just as suddenly, the connections were removed and a burning question was asked. “So, what’s your favorite kind of sandwich?”
[Make my way back home when I learn to fly.]
It was the spontaneity that was lacking before, so Izumi had to play along. “I’d say probably chicken parmesan.”
[Make my way back home when I learn to-Fly along with me; I can’t quite make it alone. Try to make this life my own.]
“Interesting, I like an entrée as a sandwich too, meatloaf. Yeah, you take a nice thick slice. You put it on toasted sourdough. Then you top it with caramelized onions, mushrooms, ketchup, and some really sharp cheddar.” Junpei took out his D-Tector and put it beside his pillow.
[Fly along with me; I can’t quite make it alone. Try to make this life my own.]
“That sounds kind of heavy.” Izumi slid her dress the rest of the way off.
[I’m looking to the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life.]
“It is heavy; that’s how I like my food, my music, and my love. That’s how I like everything…but myself. The thing is, before I met you, there was never a reason for changing. I knew that I could try for a girlfriend if I lost the weight, but I hadn’t met a girl who was worth the sacrifice. Then I met you, and now I’m determined. I must live in skin that’s new. When Tomoki posed a simple question, I realized that I’d sacrifice pretty much anything for you.” Junpei shed his pants.
[Looking for something to help me burn out bright.]
“What about your chocolate bars?” Izumi questioned.
[I’m looking for a complication, looking ‘cause I’m tired of trying.]
“The Earth’s entire supply of chocolate couldn’t come close to making me as happy as-” Junpei was cut off by Izumi’s lips on his own.
[Make my way back home when I learn to-]
Izumi applied subtle downward pressure to Junpei’s powerful body, putting his back against the blanket and covering him with herself.
[Looking to the sky to save me. Looking for a sign of life.]
As the kiss continued, Junpei petted Izumi’s naked back. The skin was so smooth that it excited unknown senses in his palm.
[Looking for something to help me burn out bright.]
Izumi tugged at the bottom of Junpei’s undershirt, letting him know that despite his shame, he wouldn’t be allowed to keep it. She rolled off to allow Junpei to remove it for himself. “It’s okay, since you’re determined to change, bring it out in the open. It won’t change anything; the t-shirt is formfitting, and your form was never a secret anyway.”
[I’m looking for a complication, looking ‘cause I’m tired of trying.]
Junpei sighed, and then he stripped off his undershirt. He didn’t give Izumi any observation time. He realigned their kiss, lifted Izumi with a lumbar hug, and gently lowered her onto the bed.
[Make my way back home when I learn to fly.]
“For a guy who saved the world, you’re awfully insecure,” Izumi noted.
[Make my way back home when I learn to fly.]
“Actually, I was just lifting you so you’d know what’s to come.” It wasn’t exactly the case, but Junpei preferred the symbolic analysis. “We’ll take it higher than any drug, as long as I’m stuck outside you. However, when I’m your one to pass through, we’ll take it as low as you go. We’ll go so low that we get high again, higher than ever. We float; we come back down. I think that’s what we both want together, a roundtrip that never ends, getting on and getting off…our flight.”
[Make my way back home when I learn to…]
It was another meeting of the lips, with Junpei on top this time. He never really removed his mouth from Izumi’s skin as he made his way downward. He kissed all around Izumi’s slender neck like a vampire who didn’t quite understand his purpose. He moved down some more, kissing her collarbones, then her sternum, each side of her upper chest, and finally, her nipples. Of course, it wasn’t enough to just kiss her nipples. He had to experience Izumi’s stiffening response to a licking. He had to relish in the light coos that he got from a sucking. So, he sucked for a little while, but not too long, because he didn’t want to seem like he had a fetish. Besides, there was so much more ground to cover. He planted kisses on Izumi’s tummy, tickling the direct target while tingling the indirect target. Just as he reached the waistband of her panties, he took a last lick upward across the plain of her midsection.
Junpei shifted his body down and dug his hands into the waistband of Izumi’s panties. He yanked the panties down, then off completely. He figured he’d save the slow stuff for the actual contact. He crawled along the bed to a spot between Izumi’s legs (not too far in, not yet). He moved his head down to her right calf, and proceeded to kiss everything between her knee and her ankle. Then he switched sides and repeated the process for her left leg. He moved up to her left thigh, kissing the front, and gradually making his way inside. Then he switched back to her right leg, smooching inward again. He was closing the distance; it was inevitable that the next skin he kissed would be…
“Mmmm…yeah,” Izumi moaned as Junpei’s lips connected with the lower counterpart of her own. Then she felt the probing of his tongue. It was circling, zigzagging, searching…finding. “Mmmm…oh,” Izumi moaned a little louder as her clit was traced by the tip of Junpei’s tongue. Then she felt the penultimate pleasure, the one that guaranteed her completion. The tongue became lips again, and the lips sucked the sensitive protrusion. “Oh…oh…yeah!” Then she remembered that she’d already traveled home that way, and the whole point was to try the new way home. Somewhat reluctantly, she pulled Junpei’s head up by his big bangs. “We’ve been there and done that. There’s something we’ve been waiting a long time to do, so let’s do it.”
“I know; I was just trying to get you ready.” Junpei reached over Izumi and grabbed his D-Tector. “Also, I happen to enjoy that activity. At first, it scared me, but I’ve grown to love the color and the shape. I’ve grown to love the taste and the smell. It smells like thunder and wind, the spirits of the sky, our spirits.” Junpei remembered that it was his thirteenth birthday, and this was his birthday present, a sample of his incredible future, undeniably the greatest day of his life. “It smells like teen spirit.”
For the special day, for the special moment, Junpei had made a slight change. A nagging feeling had told him that his passage into adulthood involved switching to boxers. Then he remembered the rash, and he settled on a compromise. As part of the tailoring deal, Penguinmon had provided him with boxer-briefs. The innovative undergarments hit the floor, and Junpei’s entertained teen spirit was revealed. “Remember when I told you that I changed my fight music?” Junpei pressed the necessary buttons on his D-Tector, and Foo Fighters’ “Everlong” began to play. “I’ll give you credit; you’ve got great taste in music. This is the most romantic song I know.” Junpei placed his D-Tector on the floor. His eyes were drawn to Izumi’s spread legs, and subsequently, the limbs were lifted and placed over his own. He pulled on them, bringing the bolt dangerously close to the screw.
[Hello, I’ve waited here for you…everlong.]
Junpei could see the apprehension that suddenly mixed with the eagerness in Izumi’s countenance. “Don’t worry, we’ll do this nice and slow. Yeah, I know it’s big, but I have almost as much to fear. I recall the finger incident, and while this isn’t quite as wide as two fingers, it’s still going to be a constricting fit.” Junpei’s head penetrated Izumi’s orifice. A spark of pleasure shot straight up his body, and he could tell that Izumi felt something similar. “Hey, so far, so good, right?”
[Tonight, I throw myself into, and out of the red.]
Izumi was torn between feeling an impending orgasm and fearing an impending pain, so she simply nodded.
[Out of her head, she sang.]
Junpei reached around to Izumi’s butt cheeks to give himself better control (also because he enjoyed holding them). He brought her just a tiny bit closer, less than a quarter inch farther down his skewer. Then he paused, brought her down a wee bit more, and repeated.
[Come down, and waste away with me, down with me.]
Izumi appreciated the patience, especially since the teasing factor was bringing her very close to completion. Knowing Junpei, she knew that it wasn’t just to tease her. There had to be a better reason, a strategy. In her near orgasmic state, the question came out as, “Why s-slow?”
[Slow out, you wanted it to be, over my head.]
Junpei reached the end of another pause and brought Izumi down slightly more. “You know how it really hurts when you rip off a bandage all at once? If you do it slowly, it hurts longer, but it hurts less.”
[Out of my head, she sang.]
The more Izumi talked, the more she felt her climax slipping, but she couldn’t help it. “Can it not hurt at all?”
[And I wonder, when I sing along with you.]
The next push brought Junpei to the obstruction. “There might be a way.” Junpei memorized the hymen depth on his dipstick, and pulled out. Then he slid back in just as far, and pulled out again. Yes, he was fucking the shallows, and he kept it coming. Since he had Izumi so well prepared, he predicted that it wouldn’t take too long. He hoped that it wouldn’t take too long. The concentration that he was putting into not going too far was keeping him from losing himself in the moment, but the trick couldn’t last forever.
[If everything could ever feel this real forever.]
“Oh yeah, mmmm, yeah, yeah!” With loosely closed eyes, relaxed jaw, and flushed cheeks, Izumi’s face became a pristine translation of bliss. She could feel it coming, her orgasmic cloud was about to burst. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes!” The cloud erupted and the downpour came, but just as suddenly, something else erupted. The seal of her virginity was popped by Junpei’s corkscrew, and the bubbling ginger ale gained a dash of cherry red, fusing into an intoxicating Shirley Temple. She felt it breaking, but the expected pain was almost completely neutralized by her pleasure. Unfortunately, like a balanced acid and base reaction, that pleasure quickly vanished in the formation of the product.
[If anything could ever be this good again.]
Junpei halted his push and pull. “Hey, the worst is over; I’m all the way in now.”
[The only thing I’ll ever ask of you.]
“Yeah, but I just had my…I just pulled a ‘Takuya’.” Mistimed ejaculations weren’t mentioned during Takuya’s eulogy, but Izumi had the association firmly planted in her head.
[You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when.]
“Relax, you’re far from done, and even after my own release, it won’t be close to over.” As requested earlier, Junpei was taking control of the situation. “This should take all night. It’s times like these you give and give again. We had that day of rest for a very good reason, and we’ll probably have another. We will always have the chance. We can do this some more times. Getting lost in you again is better than a meatloaf sandwich.”
[She sang.]
Izumi sat up and wrapped her arms around Junpei. “Sleeping all day again, we’ll just sail on by, but tonight is ours.” Izumi drowned Junpei in a kiss, a special one. Since her legs had already opened for him, her mouth did the same.
[Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in.]
It took Junpei a few seconds to catch on; then his lips parted wide for Izumi’s tongue. His own tongue met it, and engaged it in a friendly tussle. Neither tongue stayed on top for very long. They hit the cheeks’ interiors, and they alternated their positions. Meanwhile, Junpei’s hands maintained their hold on Izumi’s posterior, though they had paused in their purpose there. Instead, they simply massaged, and occasionally brought Izumi back down if she started to stray an inch from fulfillment.
[And now, I know you’ve always been, out of your head.]
Izumi’s legs closed around Junpei’s lower back, hanging him in her pretty noose, completing the circuit. She felt up his back, and she was surprised that she was able to feel the outline of his bones. “Maybe he doesn’t have too far to go,” Izumi thought. “I can connect my hands; that’s a start. Not far at all, he’s very close.” She hugged Junpei tighter, feeling his steady heartbeat pounding next to her own. She could swear that her own beat was adjusting to match his. She could hear the results, an amplification of the rhythm. It was so simple, but it seemed like the most beautifully conducted symphony.
[Out of my head, I sang.]
Junpei’s palms absorbed the memory of Izumi’s rear curves as they continued to press and caress. Ever so slightly, they used their grip to pull Izumi away, and bring her back. When Junpei stopped to consider exactly what his bodily protrusion was feeling, he became overwhelmed. It was like his key had been cut just for her lock, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, he truly believed that he had unlocked the gate to paradise.
[And I wonder, when I sing along with you.]
Izumi relaxed her hug and gave Junpei some slack for his motion. It was difficult, but they managed to maintain their kiss. Their tongues were separated and smacked back together with the helplessness of tiny boats on giant waves.
[If everything could ever feel this real forever.]
Away, and back, away, and back, as the calmness instilled during the eye of the hurricane began to fade.
[If anything could ever be this good again.]
Their sky darkened with gray clouds, clouds engorged with condensed water vapor.
[The only thing I’ll ever ask of you.]
The wind picked up, and the waves became rapid and enormous. Their boats were tossed across the mighty sea.
[You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when.]
There was a crack of thunder. The first drops of rain leaked from the clouds, and they became a little less bloated, but more water vapor quickly filled in to replace what was lost.
[She sang.]
The tiny boats could not hope to withstand the brewing storm. They capsized and drifted ashore, a necessary sacrifice to the storm’s raging howl.
[And I wonder, when I sing along with you.]
The rain from the North was forecasted, but the second shower from the West was unpredictable. The original chances weren’t good, but the meteorologists were beginning to change their minds.
[If everything could ever feel this real forever.]
There was a brilliant flash of euphoric lightning. It was a flash so bright that the sky knew it would be eternally burned in its celestial retinas. Perhaps it was so bright because it was so close; the booming thunder immediately followed. It was joined by the screeching wind. It was like a metal band’s drums, a punk band’s bass, and a grunge band’s guitar, something like the young Lars Ulrich, Greg Kriesel, and Kim Thayil.
[If anything could ever be this good again.]
The clouds exploded all at once. The downpour was massive and continuous, far too much for the city’s drainage system. Consequently, there was a flood.
[The only thing I’ll ever ask of you.]
Somewhere in the flooded city, the boats that had drifted ashore found each other. The captains nodded, and they paddled towards each other to unify…their boats…their sky…their lives.
[You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when.]
Junpei and Izumi’s first night of optimized living was treated like their last; it made perfect sense. By the end of the night, they had consummated six times, taking little naps and drinking water in between. Since there was nothing left for them in the room, they decided to exit just before daybreak (after putting their clothes back on). A tuckered out Izumi explained the purpose. “Let’s watch the sunrise together.” She led the way, walking out onto one of the mung tree’s massive branches.
The branch was wide enough for Izumi to step casually, but it seemed narrow to Junpei, and he consciously had to maintain his balance. “No turning back, I’m walking a line for you.” Junpei had no intention of falling, but he double-checked his pocket for his D-Tector, just in case.
The newlyweds looked to the sky as it began to brighten with the sun’s (or the digital world’s equivalent) rays. With no other living creatures around in their panoramic view, it all seemed to be just for them. The tree they stood upon, the forest below, the streams and mountains in the distance, and the sky that surrounded them, it was all theirs.
The wind picked up slightly, and it gave Izumi the familiar sensation, the cool caress that had subconsciously told her that she was already home. “The thought of being ousted comes and goes, but when I think about it, the wind blows to remind me. I love this leash that holds me.” The wind was welcome for another reason; Izumi was sweaty and exhausted. “After the bliss has long ended, give me a breeze that’s longwinded.”
Junpei joined Izumi’s position at the end of the branch. “Yeah, the breeze feels nice right about now. You drained me when I was empty. I got tired, but I won’t go getting tired of you. What we just did, I just know, that’s never going to get old. Did you have a good time?”
“You know that’s a stupid question. ‘Good time’ is a huge understatement. I’m amazed that I’m still able to stand. In fact, just to be on the safe side…” Izumi fell back; she was immediately supported in Junpei’s arms. “So, how was it for you?”
Junpei tried to find words that could encompass the feeling, “Better than a bullet being fired.” He knew that it wasn’t enough, but he was too tired to open his mental thesaurus. Instead, he just basked in his view, the destiny all around him, and the destiny in his embrace. Then he came up with something. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more tranquil troposphere. It’s like a brand new sky.”
“Well put, but I wouldn’t care if it were cloudy.” Izumi remembered one of Junpei’s oddities. “Why do you get all freaked out during rainstorms?”
Junpei considered giving Izumi a weirdness warning, but he went without it. “The rain sounds like laughter. I always feel like it’s laughing at me.”
Izumi was about to tell Junpei how stupid it was to think that rain was laughing at him, and then she remembered Ranamon. “Was there a specific incident?”
“Yeah, there was.” Junpei recalled the story. “It started at school, on a day when the kids feigned interest in my magic tricks. I could see it in their faces; they thought I was pathetic, or just lame, probably both. Later, I walked home, by myself, in the rain, without an umbrella. I felt like this on my way home, so worthless, so purposeless, and so alone. I got back to my big empty house (my parents always worked late, which was the only reason I carried the cell phone; it’s not like I talked to any friends), and all I heard was the sound of laughter smacking against every window.”
Above everything else, two words caught Izumi’s attention. “Hold up, you mean you don’t live in an apartment? You live in a house? You said a big house, right? So how big is it?”
“I don’t live in a house,” Junpei responded with restrained annoyance. “I live in a castle.”
Izumi dropped her line of questioning. “Oh yeah…me too…I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright; it was bound to slip out sooner or later.” An afterthought struck Junpei. “I doubt that storms are going to bother me anymore. For some reason, I can no longer imagine rain sounding like anything but rain.”
Izumi decided to bring up the issue that had troubled her. “Junpei, do you really miss Takuya and Kouji?”
Junpei didn’t answer the question directly. “It’s really sad that they died so young.”
Izumi realized from Junpei’s response that he felt the same way; it was just a matter of getting him to admit it. “Yeah, it’s a sad situation, but I can’t bring myself to say that I miss them.”
“Ditto, and I’ve really tried too. They were my friends; we called each other friends, but…” Junpei decided to reveal one of his disturbing secrets. “There was always an implied competition between us. It was never spoken, unless Takuya and Kouji did it behind my back, but it was always present. Having three or four guys with one girl started the ball. Then there was the race for spirits. When it came time for the battles, we kind of tried to outdo each other against the enemies. Man, what do you do when all your enemies are friends? Under the pressure, we wound up snapping in the castle. They were like the brothers I’ve never had, and I quickly came to figure out that I’ll never be fraternity.”
Izumi turned around in Junpei’s grasp to face him. “Is there something morally wrong with feeling this way?” Izumi rephrased her question to cater to Junpei’s expertise. “Can you rationalize feeling this way?”
Junpei nodded. “Hey, we’re not the ones who killed them. I didn’t tell Kouji to shoot himself. You had no hand in Takuya’s ever desperate plan to fuck himself. It was their own decisions that did them in. Besides, what we’d really be feeling is survivors’ guilt, and there’s never a need for that. We’ve taken all and we’ve endured, whereas they couldn’t, and there’s nothing more to it. I doubt that we’d be any happier with them still around. They’d probably just make fun of us and our choice to live together here.”
“I should have known; we were better off alone,” Izumi agreed. There was something else, something about the night’s Lovapalooza that bugged her slightly. After Junpei’s speech to Takuya, he didn’t even worry about the chance of getting Izumi pregnant. It seemed rather hypocritical. Izumi wasn’t even sure if she was mature enough to get pregnant, and the Earth society baggage that would come with it didn’t apply, but it still bugged her. “Is it possible that there’s something Junpei forgot to consider?” Izumi asked herself. “I seriously doubt that’s the case, but the alternative…if everything he does is intentional…” Izumi put the pieces together, and she called out Junpei’s motive. “You were trying to knock me up, weren’t you? You insecure son of a bitch, after everything we’ve been through, you’re still afraid that I’m going to leave?”
Junpei offered his defense. “This all seems too perfect, like a dream. I get the sense that if I don’t have something to hold onto, it could all slip away in an instant.”
“I’ll give you something.” Izumi gave Junpei a long kiss, and then she broke away and nailed him in the gut with an elbow. She watched with approval as Junpei doubled over and dropped to his knees. “Is it still too perfect?”
Junpei looked up and flashed a contented smile. “It’s even better, because now I’m sure that I’m not dreaming.”
The king and the queen went back to their room and slept until the sun went back down. Above them, Foo Fighters could’ve been shooting down Vademon, and they wouldn’t have cared. All that mattered was being together, snuggling indolently in the miniature world of their bed. When they woke up, they would concern themselves with the rest of their world. The war was over, and while their friends were remembered, they wouldn’t be allowed to disturb their peace of mind. They were left buried in thick clouds…Eternal Nirvana.
Is this the end of the tale? Well, it’s pretty much over for this series. There will be an entertaining epilogue, but it won’t contain any major plot points pertaining to this series. Of course, it might weigh heavily on the series that would follow this one, if I ever get to it. Despite lacking action, this was perhaps the most loaded of any of the stories, and there’s a lot to go over.
First, there was the funeral. Originally, this piece was a lot longer, but I didn’t like how it was turning out, and I decided to cut it almost completely. I’ll show you this deleted scene, the best of what was cut.
Tears started to form in Bokomon’s eyes. “I’ll never forget how he couldn’t decide if I was his mother or his father, so he called me…he called me…” Bokomon stumbled on the catchphrase. “He called me his Papa-Mom. There, does anybody else want to say something about Angemon?” Bokomon looked to the legendary warriors, and noticed that they were avoiding making direct eye contact. “You guys don’t have anything to say about him?”
“If they won’t say anything, then I will.” Ophanimon took Bokomon’s spot. “He wasn’t the cute little Patamon that you think he was. He was Seraphimon; he was a two-timer. That’s why they’re not saying anything. They’ve got nothing nice to say.”
“No, we have entirely nothing to say,” Junpei corrected. “We didn’t really know him. If you say he was a two-timer, I’ll take you at your word.”
Bokomon took Ophanimon’s spot. “Let’s move on to Kouji. I’ve got nothing nice to say. Can anybody say something nice about that coldhearted slut magnet?”
Ophanimon knocked Bokomon down to take the speaker’s position. She hesitated before speaking, giving the impression that what she was about to say was of the utmost seriousness. Finally, she spoke. “Kouji was really good at fucking.” Then she moved back.
“Kouji deserves better than that.” Junpei took the speaker’s position. “We didn’t always get along. Yeah, that’s an understatement. We had different philosophies about the best way to fight. We had different philosophies about the importance of fighting. He was a professional, basing his strategies on years of training and experience. I was an amateur, a dabbler, basing my strategies on what I do best, using my instincts. I’d like to say that I was right, but I can’t. Now that he’s gone, I’ll admit that he beat me, but not as hard as he beat himself. He claimed to be a machine, and he killed himself because his sole purpose ‘malfunctioned’. If he were truly a machine, he wouldn’t have cared. If he’d looked inside himself just a little bit deeper, I think he would’ve found plenty of reasons for living. Maybe if he hadn’t pissed me off in his last minute, I might’ve stopped him. I guess we’ll never know.”
It just didn’t fit with my happy motif to keep the whole funeral scene. Those wedding digimon were carefully chosen, based on their abilities, roles on the show, and roles in the video games (like Frigimon’s ice cream cart). The diet Junpei started is the same one that I’ve lost so much weight with. I eat a lot of food, so I have to make sure that what I eat will go right through me. That’s why I eat huge bowls of salad and high fiber cereal. The songs I had them choose would make up their personal soundtracks, but the series soundtrack will contain twenty songs, one for each story. For further explanation as to why I chose what I chose for the personal soundtracks, let’s take a look at some lyric samples:
Tomoki:
“We Die Young” by
“Take another hit, and bury your brother. And we die young.”
“Paranoid Android” by Radiohead (the only Radiohead song I like, for when Yutaka started to get “mellower”):
“Ambition makes you look pretty ugly…Why don't you remember my name?”
“Re-Align” by Godsmack:
“Decisions made from desperation, no way to go. Internal instincts craving isolation for me to grow. My fears come alive.”
“Walk The Sky” by Fuel:
“I wanted to feel this. I’m thinking of trying to fly. ‘Cause if I get my ins, I’ll walk the sky.”
“Over Exposure” by A.F.I.:
“All that was pure has been eradicated…Nothing can erase the damage done…I have seen beasts bathed in glory, tread across the angels as they crawl.”
“Sucker Train Blues” by Velvet Revolver:
“All these sentimental halos and these consequential angels when I’m runnin’ with the devil don’t deliver the fight.” (Also, the song’s title could refer to the forced Trailmon trip.)
Izumi:
“Welcome To Paradise” by Green Day (either the “Kerplunk!” or “Dookie” version):
“For some strange reason, it’s now feeling like my home, and I’m never gonna go.”
“Comedown” by Bush:
“I don’t want to come back down from this cloud. It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need.”
“Head Over Feet” by Alanis Morissette:
The whole damn song; you’ve probably heard it. Every household has “Jagged Little Pill”, the best selling album of the nineties.
“Somewhere I Belong” by Linkin Park:
“I’m not the only person with these things in mind…I want to feel like I’m close to something real. I want to find something I’ve wanted all along.”
“Close” by Soul Asylum:
“It’s going to hit me like a bolt of white lightning. Here it comes, my peace of mind…I’ve known you forever. We complete each others’ thoughts. Ain’t like we never got in trouble. It’s just we’ve never gotten caught…I’ll always be on your side, ‘cause we’re close.”
“Crying Out” by Shinedown:
“Reinvent yourself today. Reinvent your world today…There is no turning back now, everything you’ve ever wanted, everything in this moment.”
Junpei:
“Slaves And Bulldozers” () by Soundgarden:
“Everything I said is what I mean. Everything I gave is what I need…What’s in it for me?…Now I know why you’ve been taken.” (Also, the song’s title could refer to the difference between him and Takuya.)
“Reach
Down” () by
“Put me in touch with the man upstairs. He said, ‘Little man, you got no business gettin’ frustrated.’…I had some angel shine my wings…I caught some blessing on the wind.”
“World Upon Your Shoulders” () by Silverchair (I couldn’t find a Nirvana song over that was appropriate, so I took their Australian counterpart):
“Take the world upon your shoulders…Violent, big and violent, like a thing that’s big, big and violent, a world that’s big and violent.”
“Where
The River Goes” () by Stone
“I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm and never blow away…I wanna be as big as a mountain. I wanna fly as high as the sun. I wanna know what the rent’s like in heaven.”
“Me & My Old Lady” () by The Offspring:
“Suck each other dry, and when in that position I’m the luckiest man alive. Quenching our libidos, passing time away…So what if we're making a scene now you know she don't give a shit. When she's pawin' and grabbin' on me now you know I don't mind a bit.”
“Lonely As You” () by Foo Fighters:
Junpei “sang” it.
That battle between JediFrigimon and Machinedramon was somewhat due to popular demand, my own demand. I just wanted to see my character (JediFrigimon) fight one more battle, and win this time. There were more “played” lyrics in this one than in any previous story. I didn’t intend this as filler, even if that is how it might end up looking. By the way, I’m well aware that the track times are much shorter than the events in these stories should actually take. I’m a writer of words, not music; it’s about the lyrics setting the mood. Having Junpei sing again was kind of sappy, but he’s supposed to be kind of sappy. For the record, I can do a Dave Grohl impression. In fact, that’s my natural singing voice. I think “Learn To Fly” and “Everlong” set the mood very well, and I didn’t “play” “Generator”, but it would’ve fit too. I quoted lyrics from about 80% of Foo Fighters’ songs, including some B-sides, and named all their albums (look carefully). I chose Foo Fighters for this story, and for Junpei and Izumi, for several reasons. First of all, the emotion behind some of Dave Grohl’s lyrics (some, not all) really echoed the emotions in this story. Also, their style of grunge is light enough to be enjoyed by both girls and boys. All girls who have managed to resist the lure of hip hop, pop sluts, boy bands, and whiny pop punk (like Newfound Glory, Dashboard Confessional, and Yellowcard), seem to enjoy Foo Fighters (I’ve polled). The last reason is because of what Foo Fighters represent, or what they represented when they started. Just listen to “I’ll Stick Around”. It’s about starting over with something better after making it big under a leader who destroyed himself. The chorus, “I don’t owe you anything!” applied to Kurt Cobain (obviously), and at the end of this story, it applied to Takuya and Kouji. My personal opinion is that, with the exception of their inability to capture the same primal energy, Foo Fighters are superior to Nirvana in every way.
You
found out why Izumi likes the Rocky movies, and in the grander scheme, you
found out why she lived in
I really hit you over the head with the metaphors in this one. The cherry Italian ice was way too obvious. I went back to the four leaf clover, and used the pot of gold to represent any Earthly riches that Junpei would be sacrificing. Then there was the big one, the extended metaphor of the storm. “I doubt that storms are going to bother me anymore.” My goal was to make it so huge that when taken out of context, it would appear to just be an elaborate description of a storm. I think I achieved this goal. I had decided several stories ago that even the most tasteful sexual descriptions wouldn’t capture the perfection I wanted to accompany this scene. Then I remembered something one of my few fans had done. AnironUndomiel, who I’m very proud to say I inspired (with a story I like less and less, “Fat”), wrote his first, and to my knowledge, only sex scene in a very peculiar way. Sadly, he informed me that he had an incurable kidney condition, and I haven’t heard from him since. He was only seventeen… pulled away before your time, I can’t deal…you know the rest. Anyway, wherever he is, I figured I’d help immortalize him (I hate borrowing from Shakespeare) by showing you the scene that inspired me. Keep in mind, this isn’t my work, and he wasn’t a native speaker, so there are some forgivable linguistic imperfections.
Then, when she
felt all was lost, a new feeling filled her. Daisuke has come inside of her,
filling her emptiness with his hardened boyhood. He called out to her as she
walked in the black valley of desolation, tenderly he recalled her back to the
light, as she followed the growing voice, a stabbing pain pierced her being,
yet it was a pain most liberating. As waves of pleasure and most of all,
feelings of companionship traveled from her velvet center to her brain, a tiny
spark of light expanded and filled her mind, its ardent heat warmed her. She
was overwhelmed with happiness and joy as she found out she was not alone, and
that she never will be. Tears of joy ran down her face, and she embraced her
lover once again.
Ba-Boom, their hearts renewed, another song harmonized,
more resounding than the one before, yet none other heard. For it was a song
meant to be shared between just the two.
All their fears came up to the radiant voices, and
melted away into sweet oblivion. The distinction between Daisuke and Hikari
grew murky, and then was lost. The two souls joined again, and their love took
wing once more. However, this time, they sailed through the darkness of space,
alone, yet not so for they had each other. The light of their love and joy
again surrounded them, yet it was different from before, for this time their
love did not radiate outward, it glowed inward. A selfishness developed from
their binding, and they cared for nothing else in the world, their light was
theirs alone, this time, they would not share their joy. This time, their love
was their own, and they slowly nursed it, until another explosion occurred,
fiercer than before. However, this time, the explosion was contained between
just the two souls, it resounded within the two lovers, and they were brought
beyond heaven, beyond nirvana, beyond any human concept of paradise.
Ba-Boom, their hearts beat again in unison as their
song reached a crescendo, and then was ended. Their journey together is over,
their souls split again. Yet instead of being filled with despair, a deep
contentment was there, for they knew that their separation is but temporary,
they would never be lonely again, and that their love will endure the sands of
time…
Well, it’s not quite what I did, but you can certainly see how I was influenced by it. The last scene featured the symbolism of the new day rising, the new beginning. I made it pretty clear; this world is theirs now. I got this concept from Lloyd Alexander’s The High King (the final story in the Chronicles of Prydain, which heavily influenced this series), despite that it’s been over ten years since I’ve read it. The last line referred to the dead friends, the dead band, and Wisemon’s attack.
I suppose there are still some loose ends that the epilogue will have to cover:
Takuya suggests that Bokomon should try to hookup with Angewomon (“Dare To Be Stupid”).
Junpei tells Tomoki that he’ll get some combat training (“Generic Blues”).
Lucemon’s egg is destroyed, but Kerpymon’s isn’t (“Ode To A Superhero”).
Takuya suggests that Izumi should use her spirit evolution as a birth control method (“Dare To Be Stupid”).
A digimon gains parameter boosts from the semen or vaginal fluid of a human (“I Can’t Watch This/Dog Eat Dog”).
Junpei and Izumi essentially become the king and queen of the digital world (“Happy Birthday”).
Junpei vows to lose the flab and Tomoki vows to get back to Earth (“Happy Birthday”).
As a special treat to anyone who bothered to read through these author’s notes, I’d like to give you a sneak preview of a point of view poem. These point of view poems will be compiled into a single piece later on, but for now, you can see this particular one as a B-side to this story. These point of view poems are meant to be read like song lyrics, and with the way I wrote them, imagining a melody shouldn’t be too hard. This one is for Izumi. It starts by taking the verse structure of “I’ll Stick Around”, and borrows from the chorus of “Learn To Fly”. Then it breaks down into Rage Against The Machine style, and then it floats away again. I’ll admit it; it’s kind of lame.
To The Sky
I thought I knew.
Who I did not want to choose.
I thought he could only lose.
If he chose me.
Dreaming of some fun.
I wanted to get it done.
With Kouichi after sun.
Into the trees.
Made a mistake.
And that’s for sure.
This is the ache.
I need a cure.
So I’m looking to the sky to save me.
Looking for someone who won’t secretly hate me.
Looking for some help to find me.
There’s a guardian angel behind me.
My best friend there to remind me.
Yeah, the blue star tells me why.
I am looking to the sky.
He said he loved.
Me enough to lose the chub.
That’s when we saw the cub.
Who kept his cool.
He went to sleep.
Say I’m sorry, sperm I’ll reap.
Because he didn’t make a peep.
He had me fooled.
Walked to a store.
Found the song that makes me soar.
And another for my roar.
Which soon I tried.
Hit by a shell.
My poor brain, it felt like hell.
He wanted to get me well.
His doctor’s pride.
Come drink my lake.
It’s quite a lure.
This is the ache.
I need a cure.
So I’m looking to the sky to save me.
Looking for someone who won’t secretly hate me.
Looking for some help to find me.
There’s a guardian angel behind me.
My best friend there to remind me.
Yeah, the blue star tells me why.
I am looking to the sky.
Fly with me; tell me we’ll be going on.
Make the plan to beat SlimeBakemon.
Fly with me; our leader’s smoking joints.
Try not to kill him when you make your points.
Fly with me; tell Kouji what you did.
He won’t understand how you could just…kill a kid.
Bring that shit in. It’s mass militant poetry time.
I made ya calm like a bomb and your riot be your rhyme.
Your guerrilla radio set ya off on tha warpath.
Ya tackled Takuya and made Kouji’s face a bloodbath.
I had to stop ya, only by spittin’ truth.
Ya couldn’t quite trust me until ya got some proof.
We be going down to hell because I fucking said so.
After fight number one, does Kouji have a head? No.
Yes, Takuya’s gonna burn; sleep now in tha fire.
Frost boy lost, but no longer he’s a crier.
They were just victims of the hellacious drive-by.
Rally round tha family; now ya give it a try.
Fight tha war, fuck tha norm; use your horns.
All hell can’t stop ya; to rage against him born.
Now testify, scared when ya didn’t come up from the bottom.
Ya came back with a bombtrack, and ya finally got him.
We get a break.
It’s well deserved.
Virginity take.
Yeah, we’re both pervs.
So I’m looking to the sky to save me.
Looking for someone who won’t secretly hate me.
Looking for some help to find me.
There’s a guardian angel behind me.
My best friend there to remind me.
Yeah, the blue star tells me why.
I am looking to the sky.
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