04-03-2003, 06:57 AM
*I don't really have any reason for writing this, I felt frustrated, and someone asked me for something like this. So I did it. I do not hate Yolei, nor do I want to portray PicoDevimons being that nasty. Its just emotions.
Name key: Miyako=Yolei
PicoDevimon=DemiDevimon
Festival of Servants
Nothing was up and about on that night. The dark streets were wet, having just been rained on, and the dark angry clouds invisible in the night sky. Miyako Inoue lay in her bed, asleep at the hour, dreaming. She dreamt about the Digital world, about Hawkmon, and pie, and all her friends. The shades were drawn on her bedroom window, making the entire room pitch black. No one could have seen the white, pale material slipping through the cracks in the ceiling, and descending upon her. A black curved hat crowning its top. It stretched its arms, or what is possessed under this material, after that, little Miyako Inoue was gone. Almost as fast as when a cartoon character poofs out of vision.
Name key: Miyako=Yolei
PicoDevimon=DemiDevimon
Festival of Servants
Nothing was up and about on that night. The dark streets were wet, having just been rained on, and the dark angry clouds invisible in the night sky. Miyako Inoue lay in her bed, asleep at the hour, dreaming. She dreamt about the Digital world, about Hawkmon, and pie, and all her friends. The shades were drawn on her bedroom window, making the entire room pitch black. No one could have seen the white, pale material slipping through the cracks in the ceiling, and descending upon her. A black curved hat crowning its top. It stretched its arms, or what is possessed under this material, after that, little Miyako Inoue was gone. Almost as fast as when a cartoon character poofs out of vision.