Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Dissonance ❯ Silver ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Title: Dissonance
Disclaimer: don't own, not claiming to, not making money off this! so don't sue!
Series: Digimon
Pairings: Kaisuke, Kaiken, implied Yamachi
Genre: fantasy, horror
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, yaoi, lemon, abuse, NCS, semi-NCS, violence, language, angst, DARK
Notes: ::sigh:: chapter 1. ^.^ yay. hm. ::grin:: I LOVE you guys... I go back maybe three, four, six hours (at most) after I post the prologue to this, and I already have FOUR REVIEWS!! ::faints:: ::muses lean over her and blink in bemusement:: name of the chapter ("Silver") is a song by In10s, that can be found at mp3.com. ::grin:: added another pairing... ::drool::
Symbols: *emphasis* |thoughts| :mindspeech/telepathy:
Randomness: hm. ::think:: what should I do for randomness in THIS story...? hm. ::blink:: I am, for the first time, going to define the name of my story. ::nod:: ::muses facefault and sweatdrop:: ::she ignores them:: "dissonance n. 1. A harsh or disagreeable combination of sounds; discord." hm. now I bet you're wondering why I named it that. well. think of the definition on discord. "lack of agreement among persons, groups, or things; dissension". think on that for a moment. how well does it fit the happenings in the prologue? very well, if you ask me. now. why didn't I name it "discord?" ::grin:: well, that's simple. I already have a fic called "discord." I have yet to finish the first chapter, so it's not up, but I'm still writing it. I don't want to have more than one story with the same name. ::shrug:: besides. the definition of "dissonance". the disagreeing sounds is going to play an important part later on in the story. ^.^ that's all I'm saying on the matter, though.
Music for the Chapter: "Final Ascension" by DJ XEALOT, "Intelectual" by In10s, "Secret Garden" by Gackt


Chapter 1 - Silver


The boy screamed, head thrown back and skin flushed, as the Kaizer continued to pound into him. His fingers were clutching spastically at the black silk sheets, eyes clenched shut and mouth hanging open as he panted, shoving himself back and into the forceful thrusts of his soon-to-be Master.

Kaizer grinned, licking his lips and shifting the angle of his penetration slightly, and the boy's silver eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing, before rolling back up in his head as he arched impossibly and screamed louder than before, feeling the thick cock inside him slam into his prostate.

Leaning forward, he smirked, before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of the boy's throat, taking fierce pleasure in the way the form below him writhed and thrashed. He stopped sucking suddenly, raising his head and breathing into the shuddering form's ear. "You like that?" he hissed, voice thick and husky with desire.

Vigorously, the violet-haired head nodded. "Yes," was the whimpered answer, and Kaizer smirked.

"Good."
And he proceeded to slam even harder into the body beneath him, feeling the shuddering wail ripped from the boy's throat even as he heard it. A droplet of sweat trickled down his temple, into the corner of his eye, and he shook his head and swore under his breath as the salty liquid stung his eye, blinking rapidly.

Leaning over again, he moved his head so his breath tingled against the creamy skin of the boy's ear. "What do you want?" he breathed, abruptly stopping his thrusting. A disappointed wail was the response. "More?" A nod, and he started thrusting again, slowly this time, letting the soon-to-be harem-boy beneath him feel the entrance and withdrawal, and the accompanying fullness and emptiness. A whine was wrung from the beautiful, thin throat. "Faster?" he breathed.

"A~ah! *Please*!"

He grinned, running his tongue around the shell of the slave's ear. "Of course," he murmured, and proceeded to quicken his thrusts until he was sure the boy was mindless with need. "Harder?" he questioned softly, smirking at the vigorous nod. "Your wish is my command..." And he proceeded to pound with all his considerable strength into the willing body beneath him.

And the screams and wails began again.

|He has *got* to be nearing climax,| he observed, noticing the desperate way in which the boy shoved himself back against his cock.

He smirked. Wrapping his arms around the lithe back as the boy arched sharply at another thrust to his prostate, he pulled himself backwards, so he was sitting with the boy in his lap. And the boy shrieked in surprise and ecstasy as the Kaizer managed to get even deeper than before. And with a wild scream of the word "Master", the boy came, burning-hot, milky-white liquid splattering over his own stomach and the Kaizer's chest.

Feeling the already tight muscles of the boy's ass tighten further around his erection, he came with a grunt, filling the boy.

The boy gasped, feeling him splatter inside him, and another, smaller spurt of white liquid spurted from the softening cock.

Then, violet hair splaying out behind him, the boy fell back onto the bed, panting heavily. "Did-Did I please you, Master?" the boy managed to ask between panting breaths, eyes wide and anxious.

A smirk flittered across the Kaizer's face. "Mm-hmm." He smiled outright then, seeing the relieved joy on the boy's face. "You'll be added to my harem by mid-morning tomorrow."

Silver eyes lit up with surprise and glee. "Really?"

He nodded, smirking. "What's your name?"

The same molten silver eyes widened in shock, and the boy blinked rapidly, taken aback. "My-name, Master?"

A thin, midnight-blue eyebrow lifted in amusement. "Yes, child, your name," he replied, amusement tingeing his voice. "I can't very well call you 'boy' constantly, can I?"

"Uh-I...guess not," the boy replied slowly. "But...my *last* master did..."

He smirked. "Ah, well your last master was not the Kaizer, was he?"

A small shake of the head.

"All right then. So, what's your name?"

"Uh, K'nori,[1] Master," the boy replied, after a moment of confused silence.

"K'nori, hmmm?" He smiled, observing the way it felt when it rolled off his tongue. K'nori shivered at the prolonged way he spoke the word. "That means 'star' in Elven, does it not?"

Licking full, scarlet lips, a tint of pink to his pale cheeks, K'nori nodded hesitantly. "Yes, Master," he murmured softly, head down.

"Are you part Elven?" he asked, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

Again, a hesitant nod. "My...mother...was an Elf, Master," he said softly.

He smiled, knowing exactly what the boy was thinking. "K'nori, if you're afraid I'm going to kick you out and beat you bloody because you're part Elf, there's no need to worry," he chided softly, smile softening as the boy looked up in surprise.

"But-But I thought-"

"That I hated Elves?" he finished, eyebrows raised. "I know *exactly* what you thought. And why."

"Then... Why did you kill-" Then he stopped, and flushed. "Forgive me, Master. I overstep my bounds."

He frowned slightly. How had this boy's last master treated him, to make him think asking a simple question would get him punished...? Of course, if he were any other slave besides a concubine, he would have been flogged by now, but... His frown deepened as he remembered feeling some ridges on the back of the boys back.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Silver eyes lifted sharply to his, questioning, but the boy turned, if hesitantly. Reaching forward, he pushed away the curtain of silky violet hair, and hissed in anger at what he saw.

The boy's back was laced with scars from a whip.

"Who did this?" he hissed, eyes blazing in fury.

"My last master," was the half-Elf's barely audible reply. "I...asked him to stop, because he was hurting me, and...he whipped me."

He frowned, eyeing the lace-like patch-work of scars on the boy's back. They were still pink enough to have happened in the last month. "When? And who was your master?"

"Three weeks ago," was the whispered reply. "And my master's name was Vidayn[2], Master."

His frown deepened. "I should have known," he muttered. "Don't worry K'nori. If you want revenge, the bastard'll pay."

K'nori's head snapped around, and the silver eyes glittered slightly as the boy stared at him in surprise. "If I-" He swallowed, and nodded slightly. "I-I'd like that, Master."

He nodded grimly, then smiled. "So. There's no need to restrain from asking me questions; I like curiosity in my concubines. As for why I killed that Elf two thousand years ago...[3] I didn't order it."

K'nori blinked. "Oh."

"One of my dark servants had a grudge against that specific Elf," he continued. "I had him punished severely when I found out he'd mutilated the beautiful creature."

"Beautiful, Master?"

He smiled at the boy. "Are you not aware that Elves are the most beautiful creatures in Shyllia?"

The pale-skinned boy flushed. "Well, yes, but..."

Kaizer smirked. "I cherish beauty, K'nori. I'm quite fond of Elves." He grinned then, actually *grinned.* He surprised himself; he hadn't grinned in millennia! |Must be his personality..,| he mused. "Quite a few of my concubines are either Elves or have Elven blood in them." He blinked, then. "Speaking of which..."

He stood up, and reached for a square of cloth in a water-basin to the left of the bed. "Here, wipe yourself off," he ordered, watching with a lustful gleam in his eye as the boy cleaned off his own come. Then he reached for it, dipped it in the basin again, and wiped K'nori's come off his chest. "All right. Get dressed; we're going out, and no one but I am allowed to see my concubines nude unless I want them to."

K'nori looked up at him, eyebrows creased slightly. With a smirk, he reached forward and grabbed the boy by the back of the neck, crushing their mouths together for long, steamy kiss. When he finally pulled away, the half-Elf whimpered in need, eyes glazed, face flushed, mouth open and panting.

"Mine," he growled, and K'nori shivered at the possessiveness in his voice and eyes. "Now hurry. I want to introduce you to the rest of my harem."



The walk through the halls was uneventful, and when they reached the gold-gilded, elegant doors to the harem, the Kaizer shoved K'nori against the black-stone wall, and crushed their mouths together again. The half-Elf's arms wrapped around his neck, and the boy melted into him with a groan, hanging off of him. |I think that if I weren't holding him, he'd fall,| he mused with amusement.

And again, a whimper of protest followed immediately as he pulled away, the silver eyes cloudy, dazed and unfocused with desire.

He smiled down at the boy, before pulling completely away. "Come. The point of bringing you here was to actually get you *inside* the harem," he informed him, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "And as much as I would like to take you right now, right here, against that wall..." He shrugged. "As I said before. You're mine, and no one else sees you unless I want them to. Excluding other concubines, no one sees you but me."

K'nori nodded.

"Now. A few rules." The boy nodded again, gazing up at him as the silver eyes refocused. "You are welcome to do whatever you want with the other concubines, as long as there's no pain or blood involved. I don't want any marks on them. I'm going to have to brand you, and I'm sorry, but it'll hurt." A resigned nod. He smiled. "There's a good child. Once you have my brand on you-it'll be on the back of your left shoulder-if another noble, or slave, or *anyone* orders you to do something, you don't have to if you don't want to. Show them the brand, say 'no', and if they continue to press, come straight to me. You're higher in rank than any of the other servants or slaves, as a concubine, and quite a few nobles, as well." At this, the perfect mouth fell open in shock.

"*What*?"

He smirked. "My concubines are higher in rank than quite a few nobles, you being obviously favored by me. You may leave the harem grounds whenever you please, and are free to go wherever you want, unless a servant tells you the place is restricted. And if any of them tell you the general harem is off-limits, they can shove a stick up their ass."

K'nori blinked. "I'm...allowed to take concubines from the general harem?" he squeaked in surprise.

Kaizer snorted. "I just said so, didn't I?"

"Well...Yes..."

A sharp nod. "Well, there's your answer." He paused, thinking. "Okay. Now, let's go in. Ready?"

"I..." K'nori paused, blinking as he took everything in. "Yes."

With a nod, the Kaizer pushed open the gilded doors, not affected in the least by how heavy they were. Giggling, sounds of hushed pleasure, and chatter could be heard, and then they were through and the doors swung shut. All activity stopped, even the duo in a drape-hidden corner stopped and changed as they heard the Kaizer's warm voice.

"Afternoon, boys," he said, smiling at the concubines in front of him. A wide assortment of young boys-all appearing to be between the ages of 14 and 30-stood up and looked with open adoration at him; even the newest (besides K'nori, of course), a young, dark gold-skinned Pendarian with eyes the color of lilacs and hair the color of the freshest tiger lily, named Nerodel[4]. But when they saw K'nori standing beside him, they all bowed, and backed up against the wall, arranging themselves in order of height.

K'nori blinked at them.

"Boys, this is K'nori," he said, smirking at them. "He'll be joining you shortly; I have yet to brand him."

A chorus of welcome's, hello's, and the singular 'nice to meet you' filled the air. He nodded, smiling in approval.

"All right. Now, for the introductions."

The first concubine on the left, shortest of the bunch, stepped forward. His ivory skin, pale blue eyes, and spring-green hair identified him as an Elf. At the age of 14, Shieren had been the most beautiful child of a family of ten, and his parents had willingly given him to the Kaizer for a promise of peace regarding their family. "Shieren Sh'Viehll Kahlin[5]," he said simply, before stepping back towards the wall.

Then down the line, until the very last person.

And the single Vampire in the room stepped forward. Eyes as clear and colorless as crystal, skin the color of snow, hair as black as the darkest of nights in the pits of Ellihr[6], thin lips so dark a black as to almost hurt the eyes, tall and thin as a reed, he looked every inch as undead as Vampires were made out to be. And he was the most exotic of the room.

"Edgiovre v-Yjahri,[7]" he said in his clear, deep, husky voice.

And from the look in K'nori's eyes, the half-Elf was enthralled.

Kaizer smirked. He'd seen this before; numerous humans he'd taken as concubines had been just as enthralled by the Vampire, who was well over 2000, even though he looked about 17. And none of them had captured Edgiovre's interest.

The only person the Vampire had lain with was the Kaizer. Even the several Elves the Kaizer had as concubines hadn't captured Edgiovre's fancy. |Hm. Maybe K'nori will be the first,| he mused, seeing a glint in the colorless eyes that had only been there before when Kaizer took the Vampire.

:Edgiovre.:

The colorless, emotionless eyes snapped to his face at the mental call, but the Vampire didn't respond with words.

:I want you to show him around after I brand him, and make sure the brand heals properly.: A slight nod only the Kaizer noticed. :And go wherever he goes; I don't want any more...persistent nobles going after him.:

A barely quirked eyebrow.

:His last master, a one Vidayn Klodak, whipped him because he asked him to stop,: he answered the unspoken question.

The Vampire responded with a barely noticeable sneer, then nodded slightly.

Satisfied with the answers he got, he placed a hand in the small of K'nori's back. "Come, child," he murmured. "I must brand you."

K'nori nodded, spared one last glance at Edgiovre that made the Kaizer chuckled mentally, and turned to follow him. "I'll warn you, it's going to hurt," the Kaizer murmured. "Don't bother trying not to scream; the only one who didn't was Edgiovre."

Wide, child-like silver eyes glanced up at him. "Hm? Why?"

He smiled slightly; the boy was definitely smitten with the Vampire. "Because Vampires are immune to pain; in most countries their tortured constantly," he replied. It wasn't a lie.

Most of the people of Shyllia despised Vampires; they tortured them, beat them, insulted them... It was a wonder they weren't a species of bleeding, broken souls. Gods; churches even accused them of *having* no souls[8], and thus were completely evil.

Ha! Little did they know with whom they were courting when they said that.

Because the Vampires were in complete, eternal alliance with him. The Kaizer. A soul whose limit of malevolence had yet to be discovered.

The only other people who didn't despise the Vampires were the Elves. They, the most beautiful and fair creatures of all time, were in complete, eternal alliance with the Vampires. And thus, with him.

And they knew it.

One had to wonder what that meant about *their* souls...

Then with a mental shake, he left his musings to find they had reached the private torture chambers, where he always branded his servants, slaves and concubines.

"Now, I'm going to have to strap you to that table over there, all right?" he said softly, sighing at the terrified look K'nori gave him. "I don't want to, but you'll start thrashing, and if you do that, I'll likely damage you irreparably." He shrugged regretfully. "I don't want to do that."

Slowly, reluctantly, K'nori nodded, and the Kaizer had to wonder whether or not Vidayn had a fetish for bondage, as well...

Then he mentally shook himself again, and grabbed the metal rod out of the fire it was always kept in, making sure the end with his symbol on it was white-hot. Nodding, he placed it back in, and stepped over to where K'nori had lain himself face-down on the table, face turned to the side and eyes clenched shut as if he was expecting a blow at any moment. Gently, so as not to frighten the boy, he locked the restraints around the half-Elf's arms (at wrists and elbows) and legs (at ankles and knees).

Then, soothingly, he ran his hands along the boy's sides in a circular motion, massaging any tense muscles he found. Tension was never good at a time like this.

"So," he murmured as he did this, "I noticed you took an interest in Edgiovre."

The boy jumped slightly, taken by surprise. "I...Yes."

He smiled slightly, knowing it would be heard in his voice. "I can't say I'm surprised. You're probably the thousandth concubine I've had who's done that."

Glancing at the boy's face, his smiled widened slightly as he saw a slight splash of pink across the high cheekbones. "...Oh."

"He's never taken interest in any before, though," he continued, kneading a particularly tense muscle. He heard K'nori hiss as it popped loose, relaxing under his fingertips, then a disappointed sigh as what he'd just finished saying sank into the boy's mind. "But, he seemed to take an interest in you. The only other time he's had that look in his eye is when I've taken him."

Silence.

Then...

"Really?"

Just one word, softly spoken to the point that he could barely hear it.

His smile widened further.

"Mm-hmm," he replied. "A warning, though: Vampires are notoriously cold, aloof, and distant." He paused, searching for the right words. "He's no exception. Don't expect hugs and kisses; he's not likely to give them."

"He's a Vampire?!"

He smirked. "Mm-hmm. Now settle down and stop moving," he ordered gently. "Don't tense up, or you'll likely tear some muscles when the iron touches you, because you're more likely than not to start thrashing."

He nodded in satisfaction as the muscles he'd just finished kneading stayed relaxed. |Good.|

Then he reached over, grabbed the iron rod, and before K'nori could move an inch, pressed the white-hot brand into the flesh of his left shoulder.

A blood-curdling scream split the air of the torture chambers, ending as abruptly as it had begun.

After a few seconds of the smell of burnt flesh, he pulled the iron away from his concubine's back and stuck it back in the hearth next to the table. Carefully, he unclamped all of the restraints, and examined the spot where he'd branded the half-Elf.

"Looks like it should heal all right," he murmured, and reaching into an eternally icy compartment, pulled out a square of damp cloth and a handful of ice cubes. Wrapping the cloth around the ice, he gently pressed it against the mark on the boy's shoulder. Even unconscious, the boy jerked at the ice against his back.

:Edgiovre?:

A mental, yet wordless acknowledgment.

:Come to the branding room; I'll need your help bring K'nori back to the harem,: he ordered. Another mental, yet wordless acknowledgment. He smirked; if the Vampire wondered why the Kaizer kept ordering him to do things for K'nori, he didn't question it. |Either that or he doesn't care.|

:I'd say it was the second,: whispered a voice in the back of his head. He stiffened slightly, at the voice of his other Self.

"Shut up," he muttered, removing the make-do ice pack from K'nori's shoulder and examining it. Then he pulled out a brush and bottle, and dipping the brush into the black liquid, ran it over the entire left shoulder. He counted to twenty, before reaching for another square of cloth, and wiping it across the black paint-like substance. Only the liquid that had been on un-burnt skin came off. He nodded in satisfaction.

|Good. It'll heal.| Then he sat and let the paint-like substance sink into the burnt flesh; this way people would be able to see it. Otherwise, it would just turn pink, which was hard to see on flesh-tones, no matter how pale. The only time he didn't use black was on extremely dark-skinned people; then he used a white paste he himself had made two millennia ago.

Suddenly, Edgiovre appeared on the other side of the table, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised in question. "A moment," he murmured in reply. "I'm letting the coloring sink in so it doesn't wash out when he bathes."

A nod.

Five minutes later, he stood up and nodded to the Vampire. Together, they carefully pulled the boy upwards, then, the Kaizer on the left, Edgiovre on the right, they carefully slung his arms over their shoulders, stood up, and walked out of the room, and through the corridors.

Several servants stopped to stare at them, seeing the Kaizer carrying someone obviously surprising them. A single, black look made them hurry back to what they were doing. A slave or two glance at them with dead, broken eyes, not finding anything odd about them.

They finally reached the harem doors, and grunting, Kaizer pushed them open. Again, all noise and activity stopped, and every glanced at him with eyes spilling over with adoration. He simply smiled at them, and stepped through, Edgiovre at his side, and let the heavy wooden doors fall closed behind him.

"Get me some cushions, or a futon, or something to lay him down on," he ordered.

Instantly, and in a flurry of motion, three of the boys hurried over to a chamber on the far side of the room and pulled out a thick, pale green, down-filled mattress and carried it across the room, laying it down along the wall next to where he was standing. Nodding, he smiled at the in approval, and they practically swooned over each other.

He pretended not to notice, knowing they knew he had, and motioned for Edgiovre to drop the arm he had over his shoulder. Then, carefully, he laid the boy stomach-down on the bed, making sure his face was turned to the side so he didn't suffocate.

Then, suddenly, he was shoved out of the way, and the harem's healer had pounced upon the opportunity to heal this youngster.

That is, until Edgiovre and grabbed his arm, yanked him backwards, turned him so they were face-to-face (more like healer's face-to-Edgiovre's chest, but...), and snarled at him. Loudly.

The Kaizer smirked. Good. That was the reaction he'd been looking for.

:Am I imagining things? Is this the *Kaizer*, I'm seeing, play matchmaker?!: asked his mocking other Self.

|Shut up!| he snarled silently.

The healer panicked, and turned on him, horror on his face. "Will you get your...your...*thing* under control?" he snapped.

Kaizer's face darkened, eyes narrowed to mere, anger-glittering slits, lips pressed together in a thin line.

:One could almost see thunderclouds over your head!: his other Self exclaimed teasingly.

That was the last straw. "Out!" he barked, glaring at the healer and pointing to the door. "As it *happens*, I ordered him to take care of K'nori," he snarled. The healer looked taken aback. "*Furthermore*, he's not my '*thing*', as you so delicately put it, he's my *concubine*." The man opened his mouth to protest, but the Kaizer broke him off. "*As such*!" The healer's mouth snapped shut. "As such, he is higher in rank than you, which you will do *well* to remember."

"You can't *do* this-!"

"Watch me!" he shouted, eyes flashing with anger. All his concubines, except for Edgiovre, had gathered up behind him, supporting him without speaking, just as angry as he was. "Who the *hell* do you think you are, ordering me about like I'm some slave! I AM THE KAIZER! I *rule* here, if you haven't forgotten!" he snarled. "And as such, I have authority over *everything*, *everyONE* in this country!"

He pulled his lips back in a snarl or pure, unadulterated hatred. "Now, GET OUT!"

The healer, seeing the look in his eyes, couldn't get out fast enough.


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1. k'nori: (kuh-NOR-ee) "star" (the "r" is rolled)
origins- "ka" to shine; to sparkle, "inen" forever, "orien" spot; origin of :|: "eternally sparkling place"
2. Vidayn: (vih-DAY-inn)
3. ::grin:: yeah, I know. he's around five thousand years old.
4. nerodel: (NEH-roh-dell) "beautiful one"
origins- "hnerodenh" beautiful, "iellin" one; person
5. Shieren Sh'Viehll Kahlin: (shee-EH-renn shuh-vee-ELL KAH-linn)
shieren: "truthful" (the "r" is rolled)
origins- "sharien" honesty; truth, "valien" holder of :|: "holder of truth"
kahlin: "shining"
origins- "ka" to shine; to sparkle, "lindehl" consisting of
6. Ellihr: (ell-EER) the darkest part of Shyllia; never gets any sun
7. Edgiovre v-Yjahri: (eh-jee-OH-vray vih-JAWR-ee)
edgiovre- "suffer"
origins- "edgini" to carry: to hold, "bliover" pain; agony
8. ::grin:: got this idea from Mercedes Lackey's series (of four so far, I think... o.O) "Bardic Voices." in this story, non-humans (Elves, Mintaks (kinda like a minotaur), Deliambren, Haspur, etc.) were considered by most priests to have no soul, thus meaning they could be possessed and were, of course, obviously very evil. ::snorts in disgust:: GHADS... people...
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::grin:: so. how'd you like it?

hm... a few comments. to answer a few questions you're probably asking...

1."the Kaizer's not EVIL in this!" ::grin:: well. guess what? you are totally, completely, utterly, 100%, absoLUTELY...WRONG! he IS evil. he just treats his concubines like something as gorgeous as they are SHOULD be treated. he'd never rape them; he, no matter how evil he is, has his limits, and rape is that limit. he won't do it. ::shrug:: can't blame him. *I* couldn't do it either... uhm... AH! yes. so...
2. "where are the digidestined that aren't digidestined in this story?" ::grin:: don't worry. the next chapter will have them.
3. "what the FUCK is up with this chapter?" why did I write this entire chapter about how the Kaizer is around his concubines, you mean? ::grin:: to show his split personality. he IS insane, and he IS evil. but he has a heart. and he cares about his concubines, to an extreme extent. besides, the concubines are going to play an important part in this story. ::grin:: I promise. besides... I like the idea of silver eyes and purple hair. but do any of the digidestined have silver eyes? NOOO... ::sigh:: some anime/manga creators need more imagination...
4. "are you ever going to shut up?" me? shut up? nooo... ::silence::

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