10-13-2006, 09:46 AM
Title: Be my guest
Series Adventure 02
Characters: Armadimon, Hawkmon
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Topic: Guest
Note: Okay, I don't like it much, but I didn't like the idea that the topic "guest" would go without a fight.
Hawkmon fidgeted. Somehow, this didn't feel right. It was not the fact he was visiting, and not the fact Armadimon was trying to explain the rules of this new game. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed so... gleeful about it.
Hawkmon liked games as much as the next Digimon. Unfortunately, the next Digimon happened to be Armadimon, the first one to get the concept of "strip-poker" and self-entitled "Kancho assassin". He gave a sigh as the mammalian whipped out a pack of wooden sticks.
"Ah... Those are Iori's lunch chopsticks for the week," the bird pointed out.
"Lunch, shmunch!" Armadimon retorted. "We're playing pickup sticks remember? The relevant part is 'stick'."
He slammed the handful of eating utensils on the table and allowed them to freefall in a complicated heap.
"Who goes first?" Hawkmon asked. He just knew there was something Armadimon wasn't telling him, but he figured that wouldn't change anything by now.
"Be my guest," the yellow digimon answered with a predatory smile. Of course he would not tell Hawkmon that these were only half of Iori's chopsticks. The other half was laying by his side, hidden by the table.
Armadimon hated to lose at games.
Title: Breathe in, breathe out
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Daisuke, Iori
Coupling(s): Daiori
Rating: PG
Words: 128
Note: I again blame [url=http://moecon.net/digimon/200-10.gif]the artist[url].
Daisuke didn't mind carrying Iori back home. The day had been long and taken it's toll on everyone, but that was the least the leader could do. He smiled, remembering how the boy had slipped into slumber without anybody noticing. Despite the aura of seriousness he radiated, Iori was still a nine-year-old, and it was nice to see that confirmed from time to time.
What Daisuke did kinda mind was the soft breathing of the child against his neck. The occasional tightening of the arms around his collar was kinda distracting too, but not as much as the hypnotic rhythm against his back.
But what Daisuke minded the most as he nodded to Michiko was being sad not to feel that breath in his neck anymore.
Title: Balls
Series Tamers
Characters: Guilmon (Takato)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Guilmon loved balls. He really couldn't help it. It seemed to be part of his very nature.
Small balls. Big balls. Hairy balls. Smooth balls. Wrinkled balls.
All balls were equals to him.
Loose balls. Leathery balls. Light balls. Heavy balls. Bumpy balls.
He loved to play with balls.
Balls were to be munched on, fondled, rolled, nuzzled and, on occasion, kicked.
Not everybody agreed with Guilmon's love of balls. It had caused more than an headache for Takato. And now he made a point of making sure never to let Guilmon within sighting range of a sports equipment shop.
Notes: How bad a place did your mind go to? I am not only going to be crunchy and crispy when I get in Hell, I am going to be damn tasty!
Title: Peek-a-boo
Series Adventure
Characters: Gabumon, Gomamon
Coupling(s): GomaGabu
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Note: Hummm... I've been wanting to write GomaGabu for the longest time.
Managing to survive fighting Devimon, Etemon, Vamdemon and the Dark Master, it would be expected, should give a Digimon nerves of steel. And yet, the seal-bodied creature otherwise known as Gomamon had been finding it supremely easy to prank and scare his old Chosen friends out of their skin.
Having just successfully sent the fur-wearing Gabumon on his back in surprise, he was now busy rolling around laughing out loud. The lizard gave him the evil eye.
"But, ahahahahah!!! Your face bwahahah!" Gomamon hiccupped between bouts of giggle.
Gabumon sat up and crossed his arms pointedly looked the other way, pouting. Gomamon eventually waddled up to his friend and tilted his head to the side.
"Awww.... Come on! It was only a joke!"
"It was stupid joke. Why do you always have to prank the people around you?" Gabumon asked.
And then the next thing he knew the seal had climbed on his back and rested his head next to the horn jutting out of his forehead. Just like he did with Jyou. The nerve of him!
"I tease because I looOooAAh!!"
Gomamon's answer was interrupted as his perch bucked and tried to throw him off. Unable to do anything else, he latched to the closest handle: the edge of the blue fur pelt. Gabumon gave a violent jerk that managed to throw Gomamon off. The mammal digimon rolled on the ground in a... blue haze? Gabumon patted at his forehead and missed the familiar feeling of the fur. A blush immediately invaded his face as he stomped toward his fellow digimon. Gomamon gave a slight moan.
"Hum...It's comfy. I understand why you don't want to let go of it now," he looked up at the timid lizard and grinned. "Though you look pretty good without it."
Gabumon grabbed the fur and pulled it around sharply. Gomamon used the momentum to leap at him and steal a peck on the tip of the dog snout Gabumon was graced with. Gabumon blinked.
"Gomamon!"
But the furred seal had already bought himself enough time to run back into the river, leaving only the echoes of his giggles hanging in the afternoon air.
Series Adventure 02
Characters: Armadimon, Hawkmon
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Topic: Guest
Note: Okay, I don't like it much, but I didn't like the idea that the topic "guest" would go without a fight.
Hawkmon fidgeted. Somehow, this didn't feel right. It was not the fact he was visiting, and not the fact Armadimon was trying to explain the rules of this new game. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed so... gleeful about it.
Hawkmon liked games as much as the next Digimon. Unfortunately, the next Digimon happened to be Armadimon, the first one to get the concept of "strip-poker" and self-entitled "Kancho assassin". He gave a sigh as the mammalian whipped out a pack of wooden sticks.
"Ah... Those are Iori's lunch chopsticks for the week," the bird pointed out.
"Lunch, shmunch!" Armadimon retorted. "We're playing pickup sticks remember? The relevant part is 'stick'."
He slammed the handful of eating utensils on the table and allowed them to freefall in a complicated heap.
"Who goes first?" Hawkmon asked. He just knew there was something Armadimon wasn't telling him, but he figured that wouldn't change anything by now.
"Be my guest," the yellow digimon answered with a predatory smile. Of course he would not tell Hawkmon that these were only half of Iori's chopsticks. The other half was laying by his side, hidden by the table.
Armadimon hated to lose at games.
Title: Breathe in, breathe out
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Daisuke, Iori
Coupling(s): Daiori
Rating: PG
Words: 128
Note: I again blame [url=http://moecon.net/digimon/200-10.gif]the artist[url].
Daisuke didn't mind carrying Iori back home. The day had been long and taken it's toll on everyone, but that was the least the leader could do. He smiled, remembering how the boy had slipped into slumber without anybody noticing. Despite the aura of seriousness he radiated, Iori was still a nine-year-old, and it was nice to see that confirmed from time to time.
What Daisuke did kinda mind was the soft breathing of the child against his neck. The occasional tightening of the arms around his collar was kinda distracting too, but not as much as the hypnotic rhythm against his back.
But what Daisuke minded the most as he nodded to Michiko was being sad not to feel that breath in his neck anymore.
Title: Balls
Series Tamers
Characters: Guilmon (Takato)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Guilmon loved balls. He really couldn't help it. It seemed to be part of his very nature.
Small balls. Big balls. Hairy balls. Smooth balls. Wrinkled balls.
All balls were equals to him.
Loose balls. Leathery balls. Light balls. Heavy balls. Bumpy balls.
He loved to play with balls.
Balls were to be munched on, fondled, rolled, nuzzled and, on occasion, kicked.
Not everybody agreed with Guilmon's love of balls. It had caused more than an headache for Takato. And now he made a point of making sure never to let Guilmon within sighting range of a sports equipment shop.
Notes: How bad a place did your mind go to? I am not only going to be crunchy and crispy when I get in Hell, I am going to be damn tasty!
Title: Peek-a-boo
Series Adventure
Characters: Gabumon, Gomamon
Coupling(s): GomaGabu
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Note: Hummm... I've been wanting to write GomaGabu for the longest time.
Managing to survive fighting Devimon, Etemon, Vamdemon and the Dark Master, it would be expected, should give a Digimon nerves of steel. And yet, the seal-bodied creature otherwise known as Gomamon had been finding it supremely easy to prank and scare his old Chosen friends out of their skin.
Having just successfully sent the fur-wearing Gabumon on his back in surprise, he was now busy rolling around laughing out loud. The lizard gave him the evil eye.
"But, ahahahahah!!! Your face bwahahah!" Gomamon hiccupped between bouts of giggle.
Gabumon sat up and crossed his arms pointedly looked the other way, pouting. Gomamon eventually waddled up to his friend and tilted his head to the side.
"Awww.... Come on! It was only a joke!"
"It was stupid joke. Why do you always have to prank the people around you?" Gabumon asked.
And then the next thing he knew the seal had climbed on his back and rested his head next to the horn jutting out of his forehead. Just like he did with Jyou. The nerve of him!
"I tease because I looOooAAh!!"
Gomamon's answer was interrupted as his perch bucked and tried to throw him off. Unable to do anything else, he latched to the closest handle: the edge of the blue fur pelt. Gabumon gave a violent jerk that managed to throw Gomamon off. The mammal digimon rolled on the ground in a... blue haze? Gabumon patted at his forehead and missed the familiar feeling of the fur. A blush immediately invaded his face as he stomped toward his fellow digimon. Gomamon gave a slight moan.
"Hum...It's comfy. I understand why you don't want to let go of it now," he looked up at the timid lizard and grinned. "Though you look pretty good without it."
Gabumon grabbed the fur and pulled it around sharply. Gomamon used the momentum to leap at him and steal a peck on the tip of the dog snout Gabumon was graced with. Gabumon blinked.
"Gomamon!"
But the furred seal had already bought himself enough time to run back into the river, leaving only the echoes of his giggles hanging in the afternoon air.