Ah,
disclaimers… well I don’t own digimon, and it’s… explicit. Both
violently and that other meaning. If you want a clean version, go here:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2958441/2/
And as always… enjoy!
Chapter 2
The streets and roads within Machinedramon’s city were pretty empty, which had been an advantage to both Taichi and Koushiro. Earlier on, Machinedramon had captured the two children and their digimon, and as quickly as they were captured they were released. The two were making their escape, which brought them to the present.
“Keep running!” yelled Taichi. “Who knows, maybe Machinedramon will change his mind!” Koushiro nodded as he did his best to keep up with Taichi. Of course Taichi had an advantage, as he played soccer and that involved a lot of running; the only thing that Koushiro was fast at was typing.
But at that moment something had changed. The sunlight that had once illuminated the roads before them began drowning in shadow, and Koushiro’s panting was soon replaced by footsteps. “It’s Machinedramon!” yelled Taichi though he hadn’t really looked to find out. The two boys only tried to run faster, but the footsteps only came closer.
“And he’s only walking too!” laughed a voice that Taichi could have sworn sounded so much like his own. “Get ‘em, BlackWarGreymon!”
“Black… WarGreymon?” stuttered Koushiro, though not really expecting an answer.
“Forget about him!” yelled Taichi, “keep running!”
“Terra Destroyer!” The digimon raised its claws in the air and formulated a large mass of dark matter between. Then, as if making a basketball pass, he aimed the mass right at the two children.
"We're never going to survive that!" Koushiro had yelled as they turned around to see the massive attack that was aimed at them. Taichi merely nodded in agreement, continuing in running away (though knowing it was useless). Taichi grabbed Koushiro by the wrist as they two kept running. The younger boy yelled joyfully as the attack missed them, crashing into the paved road mere feet behind them. When the debris had cleared they caught sight of two humans amidst the dust clouds. Taichi put on his goggles to protect his vision and gaped.
"They... look like us!" he yelled. Koushiro didn’t even need goggles or glasses to confirm Taichi’s statement. The one looking like Taichi had the exact same shirt except for the stars, and the same color of bagged pants. Perhaps the only thing different (other than the stars) was the fact that Taichi wasn’t wearing a belt for his pants. The Koushiro look-alike was also very similar to the Koushiro, and the only difference there was the lack of a laptop.
“We look alike, but aren’t exactly you,” muttered the shorter one. “Or else we’d be as pathetic as you!”
“Hey, we’re not pathetic!” yelled Taichi. “And just who are you anyways?”
“I’m Akiyamo,” said the boy looking like Taichi. “And this is Orishuko.”
“Pleased to destroy you,” said Orishuko. “Kokuwamon? Digivolve!”
“Wait, we don’t need to-!” began Taichi but his voice was cut off by the insectoid digimon’s voice.
“Kokuwamon digivolve to… Kuwagamon!”
“Ah, this will be easy!” said Taichi. Kuwagamon had been one of the earlier digimon that they had defeated; in fact, he was the first one. It had been the battle where all the children’s digimon (except Hikari’s; she hadn’t been there yet) digivolved for the first time into their rookie forms.
“Allow me,” said Tentomon, “Tentomon digivolve to… Kabuterimon!” The insectoid digimon flew above the children, and soon whizzes of blue and red filled the air above them.
“Now that they’re occupied,” began Akiyamo. “BlackWarGreymon?”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” said the digimon, raising its claws again for another attack.
“Their digimon are almost like ours!” yelled Koushiro. “It’s almost like fighting ourselves!”
“Then instead of running away, let’s keep up to that standard!” yelled Agumon. “Agumon warp digivolve to… WarGreymon!” The digimon, who looked identical to BlackWarGreymon except with color, retrieved the shield from his back and deflected the attack that BlackWarGreymon shot at the kids. “I’ll hold him off; go run!”
“Right!” said Taichi as he took Koushiro’s wrist and ran off. Taichi knew that they were being followed, since no sooner had they started off they heard footsteps. Koushiro chanced a glance backwards and saw their clones in close pursuit of them.
“Taichi!” yelled Koushiro. “Kabuterimon needs my help. You keep running, while I help him, okay?” Taichi nodded in agreement, and as they approached the next intersection Taichi made a left. Taichi briefly glanced to see Orishuko following Koushiro. Now it was his battle.
Taichi lowered his pace slightly to a fast jog, which was still fast enough to maintain the gap between him and his pursuer. He tried shaking Akiyamo off, making lefts and rights at every intersection. However the boy was a lot smarter than Taichi thought.
Taichi made a left at the next intersection, and only after five steps was forced to stop in his tracks. MegaKabuterimon had skidded sideways into his path, knocking down two large buildings. After him followed another insectoid digimon, but it definitely wasn’t Kuwagamon.
“Scissor Claw!” The silver bug opened its claws before pinching MegaKabuterimon between them. Taichi could hear Koushiro cry out somewhere in the city, as well as Orishuko’s laughter in the distance. MegaKabuterimon then turned its face downwards and emitted a large yellow beam from its horn, causing an explosion.
And as Taichi thought that the battle was over, a sudden pain in his back caused him to fall face first into the pavement. He heard laughter that sounded very much like his own, and flipped himself over to see his look-alike. Taichi got up and sighed under his breath; the “clones” wanted to fight too, apparently.
“Don’t touch him!” yelled a sudden voice, and as the boy lunged at Taichi sets of white feathery wings blocked Taichi’s view. He heard Akiyamo yelped in pain before a large orange bird took him away.
“Angemon!” yelled Taichi. “Birdramon! Great timing!”
“It was nothing,” said Sora from Birdramon’s other claw. “We got him, Yamato!”
“Good,” said Yamato, who was on Garurumon atop a building. “Garurumon and I are going to help MegaKabuterimon in his battle with Okuwamon. Sora and Takeru, go help WarGreymon!” The two children agreed as the wolf digimon leaped down from the building (something a human could never accomplish without getting hurt) and joined the fight.
“Come on,” said Birdramon, taking Takeru, Taichi, and Sora on her claws. “We need to find safety. Angemon will hold off that guy who looks like Taichi.”
“Akiyamo,” muttered Taichi as they took off. The flight wasn’t that bad, and Taichi would’ve remarked the beautiful bird’s-eye view of the part of the city that hadn’t been destroyed if fighting hadn’t presently been occurring.
“Didn’t Gennai warn us about something like this?” asked Sora. “Not to get captured or else something could happen?”
“Well it did,” muttered Takeru. Suddenly the sky grew a dark purple, and soon later a bright orange. Taichi supposed that that had been the attacks of WarGreymon and BlackWarGreymon.
“This isn’t good,” said Sora. “We need to get out of the air!” But no sooner had she said this, a force of dark matter came straight at them. Birdramon gave a crow’s cry as she fell to the ground.
“We’re all going to fall!” yelled Taichi. Thankfully enough, Birdramon had fallen first, and though Sora didn’t want to look at it that way, she had been a cushion for the children.
“BlackWarGreymon, now!” yelled Akiyamo. “Go for the bird!”
“Not if I can help it,” said WarGreymon, keeping the digimon busy. From below, the three were beginning to regroup. With Biyomon now in the hands of Sora, the three ran away from the battle of the WarGreymon. They passed by Angemon along the way, who was now helping Garurumon fight Okuwamon.
“Koushiro! Yamato!” yelled Taichi. “Come on! We need to get out of here!” Koushiro nodded as he joined the others, but Yamato refused to get off Garurumon.
“I refuse to let Garurumon fight without me,” he said. Taichi nodded as he led the kids into an alley, with Angemon following them. Within the alley they found an empty apartment, where they began to hide. Hopefully no one would find them.
“Now remember,” began Sora as they got inside. “No usage for Internet, don’t use any water and gas if there’s any, and don’t even bother using a telephone. We can’t risk anyone finding us here.” The other four nodded before exploring the rooms.
“Aw, man,” said Taichi. “They don’t have any beds!” The three others peeked into the room in question and found it exactly as Taichi had said. It was simply devoid of anything; no beds, no television, no night tables… not even an alarm clock. The others checked the three other rooms to find the same thing.
“We’ll split the rooms,” said Sora, pacing in her steps. “I say whoever’s on guard will stay in the foyer area. I’ll stay up first. Then Taichi and Koushiro, and then we’ll repeat the rotation.” She stepped outside the room and disappeared, but as soon as she did this she popped her head back in. “Oh, and decide the rooms amongst yourselves. One of you is going to have to share.” She flashed the three guys a smile before disappearing again.
“I hope WarGreymon is doing okay,” said Taichi.
“And MegaKabuterimon,” added Koushiro. Takeru sighed.
“I wish I could say the same thing, but I can’t. Patamon’s on my head, not in battle… though he was.” He pointed to his head, where his digimon was currently resting. Taichi smiled before getting up.
“I think that Takeru has to always have someone in his room,” said Taichi, and in response to Takeru’s face he added, “and it’s not that you’re too young to be alone or anything, it’s just that I don’t think that it’s a good idea. “
“I’ll opt to watch him,” said Koushiro. “I’ll be playing solitaire the whole time anyways.”
“Okay,” said Taichi, moving forward to enter the adjacent room. “Just remember not to go online.” Koushiro nodded, watching Taichi’s figure disappear. Then turning to Takeru, he said:
“It’s going to be a long night, Takeru.”
“It’s not even nighttime,” said Takeru, looking at the boy. Koushiro smiled.
“You know what I mean.” He turned away from the young boy and set his laptop down. Takeru set a sleeping Patamon down along with his hat, before looking over Koushiro’s shoulder. “Ugh, it’s taking too long to load.”
“I’m bored,” muttered Takeru. He left Koushiro’s side to look around the room, though this seemed to be a very pointless idea. The walls were even more empty than the room itself; the walls weren’t even colored properly. “I wonder who would bother living in a place like this.”
“Other than the state of the walls, most house look like this before they’re bought,” said Koushiro. Then, turning to his computer, he added. “Damn computer, why won’t the thing load?”
“Perhaps boredom used to live here,” said Takeru. Koushiro shrugged.
“It’s very much possible. The digital world is a very odd place.”
“I know, I know,” said Takeru. He paced the room for several minutes, muttering things that Koushiro couldn’t hear. “Do you have anything interesting on your computer, Koushiro?”
“Yeah, and I’d show if it would just fucking load.” Takeru frowned.
“You don’t need to go all curse-wordy on me now,” he said.
“You’re right,” said Koushiro. “I’m sorry. I’m just kind of frustrated.” He looked around the room. “Now I’ve started to get bored too.”
“Let’s wrestle each other!” said Takeru with a smile. Koushiro frowned.
“But I’m bigger than you,” he said. “That wouldn’t be a rightful advantage.”
“Aw come on!” said Takeru. “It’s my offer. Beside, I could pound you any time!” Koushiro agreed, though warning the other boy to not be too loud. Over the next few minutes Koushiro learned how strong the little blonde really was.
“Wow,” he said as he lay face down on the floor, Takeru on top of him holding Koushiro’s hands behind his back. “You seem to know a lot about wrestling.”
“Yamato taught me,” said Takeru, turning red. “During our first night here in the digital world. He told me how to do some other stuff too, though he still hasn’t taught me all the stuff and surprises he does.”
“Well, let’s seem them,” said Koushiro, glancing at his computer. “The computer hasn’t loaded anyways.” The next ten minutes were spent with Takeru instructing Koushiro to be in certain positions, and some of them Koushiro thought were rather odd. After that was done the two boys laid themselves on their backs, looking at the ceiling. “I think the computer’s just frozen. Sorry Takeru, it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to show you my laptop right now.”
“It’s okay,” muttered Takeru, though he had hoped to see what was on his laptop so that his boredom would go away. “Hey, I know another move. Want me to show you?”
“Sure,” said Koushiro. By the time that the boy was finished, Koushiro found himself buried in Takeru’s shirt. “Takeru, this hurts… this isn’t wrestling, is it?”
“Nope, that’s a judo hold,” Takeru answered sheepishly. “I forgot to warn you.”
“No kidding,” said Koushiro from underneath him. “There’s a reason why they wear the clothing they do when they play judo, you know.” Takeru got off the boy and frowned. “I’m not saying you should’ve shown me, since you did ask. You should’ve just… warned me it was going to hurt a bit more.”
“Sorry,” Takeru said quickly. Koushiro sighed.
“I’m sorry too,” he said. “I don’t want to make it seem as if it was a bad idea.” Takeru nodded. Koushiro moved over to his laptop and closed it, now accepting the fact that it wasn’t going to load any time soon.
“But now what do we do?” asked Takeru. Within the silence between the two boys’ responses, Taichi’s snores could be heard.
“I’m not sure… Taichi’s shift isn’t over, so we have plenty of time still…” He glanced over at the boy. Takeru Takaishi… Koushiro wasn’t entirely sure how to keep entertaining the boy. He only wished that he were older; if he were, they could simply sit and wait, or try and sleep. But Takeru was only eight, and his attention span wasn’t going to allow him to sleep this early in the day any time soon. Of course, said Koushiro, there’s always something that humans can find enjoyable… But Koushiro wasn’t sure if that was a good idea… Yamato would surely kill him. But Koushiro was curious and wanted it, and Takeru was bored. So it fit the situation well.
“Want to play a game?” said Koushiro, turning to the blonde. “It’s a bit demanding, but it’s lots of fun.”
“Okay,” said Takeru. “How do you play?”
“Well,” said Koushiro. How did you explain something like this? “It’s similar to wrestling, though it’s a lot more fun, I think. I’m sure Taichi would agree.” The two boys stood up and prepared to tackle each other. A modified version will have to do, Koushiro told himself. Soon the two began to wrestle, and within minutes Koushiro found himself under Takeru. No surprise.
“Now what?” said Takeru.
“Well,” said Koushiro. “The objective of round one is to pull off the other’s clothes off entirely, while trying to keep your own clothes on. Whoever gets unclothed first loses.” Takeru nodded before unbuttoning Koushiro’s shirt. Koushiro allowed him to unbutton it the whole way before pushing the boy off him. He managed to hold the boy down for a few seconds while using his feet to kick off Takeru’s shoes, though accidentally taking off his own in the process. Takeru squeezed his way from under him before pinning Koushiro to the ground again.
“You seem pretty skilled at this already,” said Koushiro almost seductively, though trying to not sound like it. Takeru smiled at the compliment, and managed to pull off the shirt that he had previously unbuttoned. Then he reached for Koushiro’s waistband, and managed to unbutton the pant button before Koushiro escaped his grasp. However, Koushiro wasn’t able to hold a second dominance, for as soon as he regained his composure he was tackled to the ground again, The young blonde sat on his stomach as he unzipped Koushiro’s pants and pushed both his pants and his underwear to his ankles at the same time.
“I win,” said the boy. Koushiro smiled as he felt a cold draft of air in his lower regions.
“Congratulations,” said Koushiro. “Here’s a reward.” He flipped over so that he was now on top. Takeru now appeared to be overdressed in the whole situation, but that didn’t bother Koushiro much, He placed his lips gently on the boy’s, and kissed him lightly. He didn’t bother looking at Takeru’s surprised face, but only continued to continue kissing him. Soon he found the boy responding to it, and he smiled.
“This is interesting,” said Takeru, which surprised Koushiro. “Much better than what we were doing before.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” said Koushiro, smiling. This was Koushiro’s first time, and before this Koushiro would never have thought to do something like this out of boredom, let alone with a guy. But boredom called for extreme measures.
“But now what?” said Takeru. “I’m sure we can’t do this forever…”
“Want to get to the more interesting part?” Koushiro asked. Then, without waiting for a reply, he reached under Takeru’s shirt and felt inside with his fingers. Takeru found his breaths to be broken and hitched as Koushiro continued. And then, as Koushiro was about to move lower…
“Quiet,” muttered Koushiro. As he did this his hand shot down to his penis and began stroking himself lightly. He heard Taichi grumbling in the next room. “It’s nothing, never mind.”
“I could do that for you,” said Takeru, and when Koushiro complied, Takeru grasped hold and began to do what Koushiro had been doing previously, only a lot faster. Koushiro felt himself bucking into the boy’s hand, but before he could climax he heard a noise. He signaled the boy to stop, and as they waited in silence they heard Taichi’s footsteps walk by the door’s entrance.
“He’s awake,” said Koushiro. “That means it’s almost my turn to keep watch. Sora might come in and check on us, and I know she doesn’t like this game.”
“Aw, but it was getting fun!” said Takeru before redressing himself.
“Well, your turn’s up,” said Taichi as he entered the foyer area. It wasn’t exactly nighttime (it never had been anywhere near nighttime) but as there were no windows, and as they were all tired, they treated it as if it were so. Sora gave a yawn as she muttered her thanks. “How exactly did you tell the difference between me and Akiyamo anyways?”
“Hrm?” said Sora, turning around. “Oh, the other guy didn’t have stars on his shirt.” She flashed him a weak smile, before yawning again. “I’d better get back to sleep.” She turned his back on him, but before she could resume walking a doorbell rang. Startled, the two looked at each other and panicked.
“Don’t open the door,” said Taichi, barely moving. Sora stared at him.
“But what if it’s Yamato?” she said. “We can’t just leave him there!” Taichi sighed.
“You go hide in the room with Koushiro and Takeru. I’ll open the door. Most likely, if you hear me scream, you’ll know it’s not Yamato.” Sora merely nodded and complied. As soon as Taichi was sure that she was properly in the room, he opened the door.
“Hello Taichi,” said Yamato with a smirk. “You’re not going to leave me out here, are you? Or else someone might find out we’re here…” Taichi nodded and ushered him inside. As Yamato walked in Taichi wondered where Gabumon was.
“What happened about the fight?” asked Taichi, curious. Yamato only sighed.
“It wasn’t that great… it hasn’t ended yet. Garurumon was losing and so I decided to flee.” Taichi still had this strange feeling that something had happened to Yamato… it wasn’t like him to just leave his partner in battle… didn’t he say it himself when Taichi tried to get Yamato to leave with them?
“I hope WarGreymon is okay,” said Taichi. That smirk… why did Yamato keep smiling at him that way? These suspicions kept swirling around in Taichi’s head, and suddenly he had a theory…
“Where are the others?” Yamato asked suddenly. Taichi only shrugged. “You mean you don’t know where they are?”
“No,” lied Taichi. Then, he added, “Hey can you play a harmonica song for me?”
“But…” stuttered Yamato, “someone might hear me!”
“Aw come on,” said Taichi. “At least give it to me so I can play it.”
“Uhm…” stuttered Yamato. “I…”
“You aren’t Yamato,” said Taichi. “Nice try, but if you want to pretend to be him, at least have the same beliefs and interests as him!” Taichi’s voice had increasingly gotten louder, both to emphasize a point, and to try and be loud enough for Sora and the others to hear. Yamato’s stuttering was soon replaced with a smirk.
“If you want to live,” began Yamato, “at least be convincing enough when you tell me that you don’t know where they are.” He whistled once, and a large dog entered the room. At first thought Taichi thought that he had three heads, but upon closer inspection the two side heads were really more like shoulder pads. The digimon had claws that covered its actual paws, and had white fur around its neck. It snarled angrily at Taichi, and Taichi gulped.
“Cerberumon, search the house!” yelled the Yamato look-alike.
“As you wish, Otamya,” said Cerberumon, leaping towards the rooms. Taichi made an attempt to follow, but Otamya held him by his right sleeve. Taichi began to panic, but soon ceased to do so as a stream of orange light knocked the dog backwards.
“Don’t let them escape!” yelled Otamya, yet as he said this, the kids were escaping. Angemon flew up to the boy, and as Otamya cowered Angemon let Taichi go and flew out the door. Otamya was quick in responding, and merely seconds later he was on Cerberumon bounding after them.
“Fly faster, Birdramon!” yelled Sora. Down below, Angemon picked up Tai and flew him into the air, just before a wave of green fire shot through the city.
“Wait… WarGreymon’s still there!” yelled Taichi. “WarGreymon! Take the battle outside the city!” He wasn’t sure if his digimon had heard him, but he hoped that he did.
The two digimon took their landing outside the city near a forest before turning around to face Cerberumon. As the large dog came to a halt Otamya jumped off him and caught sight of the children in the forest.
“We’d better run,” yelled Koushiro, and the three others needed no telling twice. However, as soon as they began running their escape route had been blocked. Okuwamon took its landing, with Orishuko atop the digimon.
“I believe this belongs to you?” he said, holding Tentomon in his left hand. Koushiro gasped as he watched his digimon struggle out of his grasp. “Now you’re next. I don’t know why Machinedramon let you two loose. I just think it’s time to finish you off once and for all.” As he finished, Otamya grasped Taichi and Takeru with both of his hands. Orishuko jumped off Okuwamon and did the same with Sora and Koushiro. “See? You are pathetic!”
“Wing Blade!” A large bird made entirely of fire swooped into the air and landed itself right into Okuwamon. The insectoid digimon cried in pain, and within the blaze Taichi felt his grasped being released. He smiled when he saw Angemon’s face.
“What the-?” cried Otamya. “Where the hell did they go?”
“Garudamon and I will hold them off,” said Sora. “Go!” The three boys nodded, and they proceeded with Angemon further into the forest. For the second time, however, their escape route was blocked, this time by Cerberumon.
“I’ll hold him off,” said Angemon. “Takeru, keep going with the others. Don’t stay here!”
“But Angemon-!” began Takeru
“Run!” The black dog ran head first at the angel, and as Angemon relished his yellow rod the dog’s mouth got nothing except the stick. Takeru watched for a few more seconds before joining Taichi.
“I’ll stay with Angemon,” said Koushiro. “Hopefully I’ll be able to get Tentomon while I’m at it.” The two others nodded before running off. However, after about five minutes another digimon crashed into the ground before them.
“We should really get used to that,” said Takeru. Taichi, however, said nothing of that sort.
“WarGreymon!” he said. At that moment he heard snickering, and when Taichi looked up he found Akiyamo smirking at him. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“Oh really?” said the boy. “Too bad BlackWarGreymon is busy destroying Garudamon. This would be so much easier… and more enjoyable.”
“How’s this for being enjoyable?” screamed Taichi, lunging headfirst into the boy. Akiyamo cried as he landed on the ground. Taichi sat up, and then, pulling his fist back, aimed several punches at Akiyamo.
“Takeru, run!” said Taichi. The younger boy hesitated.
“But-!”
“Just do it!” and Taichi watched the younger boy run into the forest just as Akiyamo punched him and retook control.
That’s my chapter 2… if you have any question, suggestions, etc, you can reach me at
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