I'm not sure if I'm going to post this on FF.net yet... I still have to decide that. Thsi hasn't been through a whole lot of editing, so you're getting the raw and dirty version, and I do mean dirty.

INNUENDO ALERT.

You have been warned.



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“YOU STUPID, STUPID GIRL!!!” Yolei screamed, kneeling on the couch. “STOP BREATHING! HE’S GOING TO FIND YOU!!!”

Yolei gasped for breath, exerted, and Ken said soothingly, “Sweetheart, it’s just a movie—a scary movie. They can’t hear you.”

“I know…” Yolei pouted. “But I could never understand why people in these movies always seem to move towards the creepy noises, as oppose to running away, like I would…”

Ken chuckled. “Not everyone is as smart as you, Yolei. You just have to be patient with them.”

“Like you have to with Davis?” Yolei asked mockingly.

“Exactly like with Davis.” Ken agreed solemnly.

Yolei giggled and said seductively, “You know, I’m all scared after that terrifying movie… want to comfort me?”

“You never were very good at being vague and mysterious, you know.”

“I know. Now let’s go—I was never very good at waiting either.”

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Clad in only his sexy boxers, Ken continued his task of making Yolei purr with pleasure. She was very responsive tonight—it must have been all that chocolate—and Ken grinned devilishly at his easy victory.

“Oh, Ken…” his lover sighed. She giggled at his satisfied expression and suggested, “Want to play a game?”

Her words were breathy, and Ken couldn’t refuse her when she was that cute and helpless.

“What kind of game?” he asked back, biting down on her neck.

She groaned and responded, “… you know… a kinky game.”

“You’re going to have to be just a bit more specific, dear. I’m not a mind reader.”

He stared down at her with his intense, mischievous eyes, and she blurted out, “I wanna be your slave.” Ken stiffened, but Yolei didn’t notice, too caught up in her fantasy. “And you can whip me because I’m misbehaving, and I’ll call you Master Ichijoji and it’ll be kinky and… Ken?”

Ken was barely breathing now, and Yolei looked up at him in concern.

“Are you okay?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows, and running a finger along the side of his jaw.

He flinched at her feather-soft touch and she frowned, trying to remember what she had divulged that would render him so immobile.

Her memory flipped through the past couple of moments and she uttered softly, “Oh shit… I’m so sorry, Ken. I wasn’t thinking, and I totally forgot about the whole Digimon-Emperor thing, and I wish I hadn’t opened my mouth, and again, I’m really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me because I didn’t mean to blurt that out, despite the fact that I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, and it’s just been on my mind a lot, but I really hope you’re not going to be mad at me for very long because our anniversary is coming up, and you know I hate it when you’re mad, and… Ken?”

Ken hadn’t heard a word of her rant. Reminiscence was a bitch, and Ken was learning just how much.

“I’ll be back in a minute… gotta go to the bathroom…” he said in a strangled whisper.

“Ken!” Yolei called out after him as he slid out the door of the bedroom in a sort of trance.

His vision shook, and the memories overcame him.

“Get to work!” I shouted to the Digimon slaving away for me.

My whip cracked through the air, and they all flinched like the cowards they were. I chuckled at their stupidity, and observed my new world. All was going according to plan. Soon I’d have control over hundreds of miles of conquered territory, and no one could stop me. I was invincible.

One of the Digimon deemed himself more significant than the construction of my world, and he limped to a nearby lake to get a drink. I scowled, disturbed by his sense of self-importance.

“You there!” I yelled, pointing at him. “Get back to work!”

My whip sliced through the air once again, and he flinched, but didn’t get back in line.

“I’m thirsty,” he croaked. “Please, just let me get a drink of water.”

“NO!” I barked, infuriated. So, he thought water was more essential than the creation of my utopia? “GET BACK TO WORK!”

This time my whip came down hard against his back, and he screeched in pain. I grinned at the sight of this insect learning its place in the new world, and I laughed.

Ken groaned, hating his former self and all he stood for. The toilet came into view as he threw up, once again reaching into the darkest corners of his mind to dredge up a repressed memory.

I paced in my computer room, enraged and not happy. Who did these kids think they were? Superheroes? The mere thought made me want to rip my hair out. It was such a sweet, noble notion, and I couldn’t stand it.

I laughed cruelly as I realized that they actually thought they could do some good in this place—and overthrow me.

My monitors showed me their faces, each one of them staring at me with their childish beliefs and hopes. They dreamt of a Digimon-Emperor-free world, but I wouldn’t let that happen. I was here to stay.

I observed their features, memorizing them and searching for weaknesses I could exploit in order to squash them once and for all. The blond guy—he seemed overly sensitive. And the little one—what kind of a hairdo was that anyways? The leader—overconfident and cocky. The brown-haired girl—too forgiving. And the last girl—overzealous. They all looked like a bunch of misfits no one wanted, so they ended up here, ruining the image of my peaceful world. Or trying to, at least. I imagined crushing them all, feeling my whip sever the skin on their backs, and my fist pounding into their skulls as I beat the nobility out of them. They would call me Master and they would like it.

Ken panted inside the bathroom, his heart pounding and tears running down his face. He wanted to get rid of all the old recollections he couldn’t seem to leave behind him. He wanted to be able to live his life without feeling like he owed his friends something; he didn’t want to be weighed down by this horrid sensation any longer—he just wanted it to go away.

“Ken?” Yolei called out gently, slipping into the bathroom with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her.

Ken looked at her blurry figure, exposed as the guilty wreck he was. She sat down beside him, pulling him into her warm, familiar embrace, and she held him until he fell asleep, where a temporary reprieve awaited him.

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Like I said... the rough version. Let me know what you think XD

Oh wow. Very angsty, yet funny too. Awesome job, powerful message.

Yeah good job someone should really promote you

...Woah...

That was really cute and funny at the beginning, and then... woah.

Impressive.

So smexy then dark!
That was unseen.
LOVED IT.

Haha, thanks guys XD

Glad you liked it!!

I freaking love this!!

You can tell it hasn't been fully edited, as in I know you could make it better but it really is very good.

Okay to make it better maybe you could not make it so depressing and not spend too much time with him reliving the past and maybe Yolei getting him to come out and talk. And show a bit more of Yolei feeling guilty about what she said

I think it's really good... but the ending seems kinda sudden! Or are you planning on continuing it?

I know it seemed a bit sudden... I wrote it when I was half-concious, and that's why I needed someone to go over it, because I can usually never spot my own mistakes and fix them accordingly. I'm not planning on continuing it though...