Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Neo Digimon: Digital War ❯ Safe Ground ( Chapter 26 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lord Archive 
Safely inside Piccolomon's domain, the Chosen learn more about their mission and deal with their loss.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.05.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 689 | Status: Completed
Safely inside Piccolomon's domain, the Chosen learn more about their mission and deal with their loss.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.05.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 689 | Status: Completed
Neo Digimon:
Digital War
Episode 26 - Safe Ground
Chibi-Koushiro walks up. "Hi," he waves. "This series is NOT FOR KIDS. It is rated R for a reason. It was not arbitrarily assigned. If you are under 18 years old, and your parents won't let you see a rated R movie-- then you should NOT be reading this either."
Chibi-Koushiro coughed. "Anyway. The characters are properties of Toei Animation Inc., Akiyoshi Hongo and others. They are used without consent. Archive is only borrowing them for an indefinite amount of time.
"Strict Japanese spelling for all names when possible. If an English name for a digimon or his attack is used and you know what the name is supposed to be in Japanese-- please tell Archive so it can be corrected."
_________________
"After the death of Daisuke, we lost our direction as a team. While we set course for the Crest of Kibou, we didn't feel any of the hope that item might offer," Miyako said somberly.
"Apparently the path we were taking would've lead us straight to a trap. At least that's what Piccolomon told us. Desperate for a guide in our travels, we agreed to follow him to his home. With luck, this is not the trap."
_________________
"Welcome, Chosen, to my home!" Piccolomon announced a bit too cheerfully for them.
"Where?" Piyomon questioned. "All I see is desert."
"Appearances can be deceiving," Piccolomon replied. "Follow me!" The flying pink ball flew forward and disappeared.
Agumon tentatively moved after the diminutive digimon and disappeared as well, but he quickly reappeared and shouted in amazement, "Everyone, there's a whole forest in there!"
One by one the Chosen and their digimon entered into Piccolomon's domain. They were all astounded by the stark contrast of abundant life of a tropical forest just meters away from slow agonizing death. They all walked for some time before reaching the foot of a large mountain.
"My home is at the top of these stairs," Piccolomon announced happily, to the groans and protests of the children and their digimon. "As you all need better training to become stronger, there will be no flying. I will see Koushiro to my home personally." The small pink digimon flew over to the comatose and nearly legless boy. With a twirl of his small javelin, a transparent sphere formed around them. "See you all later." Piccolomon pointed up, and the sphere launched through the air.
"We could cheat and fly up anyway," Sora commented, not wanting to climb the innumerable steps.
"No!" Miyako asserted. "We've been running around aimlessly and messing up horribly as we went. If climbing these stairs is what it takes for us to become stronger, to keep another one of us from dying, then we should climb it!"
"But isn't going up a mountain of stairs a bit excessive?" Mimi almost whined.
"We need to be strong for ourselves and others," Hikari suggested with a weak voice. "Even if this training only helps us to run faster and longer, it would allow us to retreat faster."
"We'll get nowhere if we just sit here debating the point," Yamato muttered. "Let's get going."
Miyako had already started up the stairs. "My sentiments exactly. Let's go."
With a moan from those who wished for an easier route, they followed Miyako, Hikari and Tentomon who wished to do as Piccolomon had asked.
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"I'm going to die!" Mimi whined as she crashed to the ground at the top of the stairs, joining many of the other children and digimon. "That wasn't training, it was torture!"
"I'm going to kill the pink fluff ball for even suggesting we climb those stairs," Yamato cursed.
Hikari massaged her legs. "I didn't think it would be that hard."
Sora merely shrugged, seeming not phased by the long climb beyond rubbing her sore feet.
"I will never walk again!" Piyomon insisted.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad," Miyako protested, yet she didn't move from where she was splayed out on the ground.
"I don't know about that. I feel like running up and down those stairs."
As one, the entire group turned and looked at a sight they could not believe. STANDING before them was Koushiro, with two complete and whole legs supporting him.
"How?" Taichi wondered.
"Koushiro-sempai?! You're okay?!" Miyako leapt up and hugged him fiercely.
"Ah, yeah. Piccolomon healed my legs somehow. They're better than ever. Not even a limp," Koushiro replied, blushing badly in the girl's embrace.
Being in need of good news and hope of any sort, the group was overjoyed at this turn of events. Much to Koushiro's chagrin, he found himself mobbed by those wishing him well.
_________________
Koushiro frowned as he worked on his computer. After having his legs 'repaired,' he felt rejuvenated. So when everyone else shambled off to bed, he was too awake to follow them. This led him to discover a problem that concerned him greatly: his email did not work. It simply would not connect to send any sort of transmission. His work on the problem only stopped as the door to his room opened.
"You still awake?" Miyako questioned.
Koushiro smiled at her. "Good timing. Can you try sending an email with your D-Terminal?"
Miyako blinked. "Why?"
"Because my email isn't working and wanted to be sure if it's just me or everyone," Koushiro explained.
Miyako pulled out the flat silver device, typed a quick message, and sent it. She scowled at the message that popped up. "No connection?"
"I was afraid of that." Koushiro sighed. "We're being jammed. We'd better not get split up as our means of communication has been cut."
"Lovely," Miyako groused.
Koushiro began typing at his computer.
"What are you working on?" Miyako wondered.
"Trying to see if there's a means to circumvent the jamming," Koushiro replied. "Was there something you wanted?"
"I... I needed to talk to someone." Miyako sighed. "That last battle scared me. Scared me like you wouldn't believe. I... I thought you had died."
Koushiro smiled weakly. "Thankfully, that wasn't the case."
Miyako nodded. "But Daisuke did. He sacrificed himself to save you and the rest of us."
Koushiro pouted. "I know. I'm worried about what will happen now that we don't have a leader."
"I'm worried about us. We could die in battle tomorrow. We're not invincible," Miyako almost cried out.
"It is a war we're fighting. It was stupid of us not to expect some casualties," Koushiro replied.
"Koushiro, there's so much I wanted to do before I died. I don't want to risk death again until I've done some of them," Miyako almost sobbed.
Koushiro blinked. "What do you mean?"
"When you were hurt... I realized something. I... I love you. It did not hurt me as much to learn Daisuke had died than it did when I heard your scream of pain." Miyako gazed at the boy intently with a strange determined look.
Koushiro did not get a chance to reply, as she grabbed hold of him and kissing him soundly. He quickly found himself pushed over, laying flat on the floor. He stared dumbly at the girl straddling him, yet he offered no protest to these actions.
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As sleep deprived as Hikari was, her nightmares did not rest. With a shrilled cry, she sat up quickly before curling up into a ball.
Sora quickly crossed the room. She may have wanted more sleep, but she had intentionally spent the night in the same room as the younger girl. Now, perhaps, she could get some answers.
Pulling the shivering girl into her arms, she whispered, "What was the dream?"
"He's raping her. Raping me," Hikari sobbed.
"Who is?" Sora pressed.
"Vamdemon," Hikari choked out. "He touches her, knowing that I feel it. He violates her to rape me."
Sora hugged the girl tighter. "Oh, Hikari. Are you sure it's not just a dream?"
Hikari shook her head. "He's really doing it to her. And it's all my fault. If I didn't start remembering my dreams, he wouldn't be doing this every night. And he's not letting her feel relief. He's still raping her because he doesn't know I'm awake now. I can still feel him torturing her. He just keeps violating her, making sure that I respond to him in such a disgusting way. That I orgasm for him, not her."
Sora didn't know how to respond. "We'll make sure he pays for doing this to you. Your purity shouldn't be taken like this."
Hikari turned away and began sobbing harder, making the older girl wonder if there was more to this. Neither moved for some time as the younger girl cried until she had no more tears to shed. With a shaking and timid voice, Hikari pleaded, "Don't tell Taichi-niichan about this."
Sora frown at the request. "He should know."
"No, he can't!" Hikari insisted. "He wouldn't be able to think straight. He'd want to attack Vamdemon now. He'd try to fight him recklessly."
Sora closed her eyes. The girl certainly made her point. Taichi may be much more reserved since the incident that had originally crippled Koushiro, but this would upset him beyond reason. He would try to fight Vamdemon directly, and likely die doing so. "I won't tell him. But once we've defeated Vamdemon, YOU should tell your brother."
"I'll don't know if I could even then, but I'll try," Hikari half-promised.
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When Piccolomon set to wake everyone up early the next morning, the group was ready to kill him despite what the digimon had done for Koushiro. Still they shambled to meet him, and the flying pink ball seemed unconcerned with the death threats in the eyes of his guests.
"There's someone who would like to talk to all of you," Piccolomon announced.
A strange device embedded into the floor of the room they were in sprang to life and produced an image of an elderly old man.
"Gennai-san!" Koushiro chirped in surprise.
"Greetings. I hope I have not called at a bad time." The image sweated nervously at the glares he received. "I'm afraid this may be the best time for me to contact you. With King Etemon wounded, his region is in disorder, though he is sadly not the true master of the lands you are in."
"Who does control this land?" Koushiro wondered.
"Nanomon," Gennai answered simply. "While not as physically powerful as King Etemon, it is his intellect that must be feared. Even now, King Etemon believes he rules these lands yet he is but a puppet."
Taichi yawned. "Gee, that's nice to know. But what happens now that one of us has died?"
Gennai sighed. "Piccolomon has informed me of the tragedy. It is most unfortunate indeed, but hope is not lost. From my calculations, at least eight of you must be present to face the one behind everything that has happened. While his might is beyond reckoning, you will not face him until after the Dark Masters have been destroyed."
"Only eight of us?" Mimi questioned aloud. "Then I quit! I don't want to fight anymore!"
"If only things were so simple, my dear." Gennai shook his head. "You each have a special role to play in the coming battles. You were not picked randomly, but by destiny. If you choose to run from all of this, more of you may die."
Mimi and a few others flinched at his comment.
"My time grows short. Leave Gomamon and the Crest of Seijitsu with Piccolomon. He has agreed to help bring Gomamon's partner to this world," Gennai informed before his image disappeared.
Everyone sat in silence, digesting the old man's words.
"All right, everyone. I have a small breakfast prepared in another room. After that, I have special tasks for Taichi-san, Agumon, Koushiro-san, Tentomon, Yamato-san and Gabumon. For the rest of you, I expect you to follow my training regime," Piccolomon told them in a commanding voice.
The group held a mixed response to this. They certainly wanted food, but they didn't want any more 'training.'
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Author's Notes:
Coming Soon (I hope):
Episode 27 - Knowledgeable Friendship
Taichi, Koushiro and Yamato set out on their tasks to bring back hope and strengthen the team.
Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake!
A lone figure sat upon a throne. Massive armor completely covered every inch of him save the black void that would be his face. "Hello, I'm Lord Archive. This special installment finishes a series of Neo Digimon Omake that has the Digimon casts looking at the fanfiction stories their show has generated.
"And finally we address those who started it all, the cast of Digimon Adventures."
Taichi folded his arms. "What isn't there to say about the fanfiction we're in? Just about everything has been done."
Hikari flushed. "Though I still have to wonder why I seem to get paired off with everybody and everything. There's lemon ficts of me from the first season, when I was EIGHT! Why is it harder to find a simple friendship fict than it is to find me screwing digimon, the Tamer's cast, or even Harry Potter?"
"Let's not forget stories that go from canon to reality-on-crack. To us trying to continue to live our double lives in high school, to high school ficts without our digimon that are little more than teenage angst or plagiarized movies. From us acting near who we are, to crack-smoking and murderous gang bangers. And just about everything in between," Koushiro recounted.
"And why do we get ignored?" Tailmon questioned. "We are just as important as the human cast, yet in most ficts we either don't exist or are generally ignored that we can think for ourselves."
"Well, in the original series..." Lord Archive eeped at the glare the digital cat sent at him.
"All of this doesn't mean that there's nothing new to be done. There are new twists and different stories that can be explored," Yamato mentioned.
"Though, please, please, read through them. Spell check them. Make them legible. And don't toss in random Japanese or foreign words in a fict meant for English readers. You merely frighten away potential readers if the story is difficult to read," Mimi suggested.
"And for the love of Qinglongmon, don't bastardize us to the point you could change the names and no one can tell the difference," Gomamon pleaded. "The dub did enough damage to us. We don't need to see Angewomon the dominatrix torturing her sexual partners to death."
"Speak for yourself," V-mon shot back. "Fiction is about the freedom to explore thoughts."
Tailmon scowled at the lizard digimon. "You just want to be a 'victim.'"
"Is that so wrong?" V-mon asked.
"In some cases it can be." Miyako shuddered. "Just remember, writers are free to write what they want, and readers are free to decide whether or not to read it."
"Now if only there was a way to screen these things though. All Hikari having sex ficts with someone besides me should be banned!" Daisuke voted.
"That's more than enough of this," Hikari stated.
Taichi popped his knuckles. "I'll say. Daisuke, let's 'talk.'"
"Maybe later. BYE!" Daisuke ran off, with Taichi giving chase.
Digital War
Episode 26 - Safe Ground
Chibi-Koushiro walks up. "Hi," he waves. "This series is NOT FOR KIDS. It is rated R for a reason. It was not arbitrarily assigned. If you are under 18 years old, and your parents won't let you see a rated R movie-- then you should NOT be reading this either."
Chibi-Koushiro coughed. "Anyway. The characters are properties of Toei Animation Inc., Akiyoshi Hongo and others. They are used without consent. Archive is only borrowing them for an indefinite amount of time.
"Strict Japanese spelling for all names when possible. If an English name for a digimon or his attack is used and you know what the name is supposed to be in Japanese-- please tell Archive so it can be corrected."
_________________
"After the death of Daisuke, we lost our direction as a team. While we set course for the Crest of Kibou, we didn't feel any of the hope that item might offer," Miyako said somberly.
"Apparently the path we were taking would've lead us straight to a trap. At least that's what Piccolomon told us. Desperate for a guide in our travels, we agreed to follow him to his home. With luck, this is not the trap."
_________________
"Welcome, Chosen, to my home!" Piccolomon announced a bit too cheerfully for them.
"Where?" Piyomon questioned. "All I see is desert."
"Appearances can be deceiving," Piccolomon replied. "Follow me!" The flying pink ball flew forward and disappeared.
Agumon tentatively moved after the diminutive digimon and disappeared as well, but he quickly reappeared and shouted in amazement, "Everyone, there's a whole forest in there!"
One by one the Chosen and their digimon entered into Piccolomon's domain. They were all astounded by the stark contrast of abundant life of a tropical forest just meters away from slow agonizing death. They all walked for some time before reaching the foot of a large mountain.
"My home is at the top of these stairs," Piccolomon announced happily, to the groans and protests of the children and their digimon. "As you all need better training to become stronger, there will be no flying. I will see Koushiro to my home personally." The small pink digimon flew over to the comatose and nearly legless boy. With a twirl of his small javelin, a transparent sphere formed around them. "See you all later." Piccolomon pointed up, and the sphere launched through the air.
"We could cheat and fly up anyway," Sora commented, not wanting to climb the innumerable steps.
"No!" Miyako asserted. "We've been running around aimlessly and messing up horribly as we went. If climbing these stairs is what it takes for us to become stronger, to keep another one of us from dying, then we should climb it!"
"But isn't going up a mountain of stairs a bit excessive?" Mimi almost whined.
"We need to be strong for ourselves and others," Hikari suggested with a weak voice. "Even if this training only helps us to run faster and longer, it would allow us to retreat faster."
"We'll get nowhere if we just sit here debating the point," Yamato muttered. "Let's get going."
Miyako had already started up the stairs. "My sentiments exactly. Let's go."
With a moan from those who wished for an easier route, they followed Miyako, Hikari and Tentomon who wished to do as Piccolomon had asked.
_________________
"I'm going to die!" Mimi whined as she crashed to the ground at the top of the stairs, joining many of the other children and digimon. "That wasn't training, it was torture!"
"I'm going to kill the pink fluff ball for even suggesting we climb those stairs," Yamato cursed.
Hikari massaged her legs. "I didn't think it would be that hard."
Sora merely shrugged, seeming not phased by the long climb beyond rubbing her sore feet.
"I will never walk again!" Piyomon insisted.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad," Miyako protested, yet she didn't move from where she was splayed out on the ground.
"I don't know about that. I feel like running up and down those stairs."
As one, the entire group turned and looked at a sight they could not believe. STANDING before them was Koushiro, with two complete and whole legs supporting him.
"How?" Taichi wondered.
"Koushiro-sempai?! You're okay?!" Miyako leapt up and hugged him fiercely.
"Ah, yeah. Piccolomon healed my legs somehow. They're better than ever. Not even a limp," Koushiro replied, blushing badly in the girl's embrace.
Being in need of good news and hope of any sort, the group was overjoyed at this turn of events. Much to Koushiro's chagrin, he found himself mobbed by those wishing him well.
_________________
Koushiro frowned as he worked on his computer. After having his legs 'repaired,' he felt rejuvenated. So when everyone else shambled off to bed, he was too awake to follow them. This led him to discover a problem that concerned him greatly: his email did not work. It simply would not connect to send any sort of transmission. His work on the problem only stopped as the door to his room opened.
"You still awake?" Miyako questioned.
Koushiro smiled at her. "Good timing. Can you try sending an email with your D-Terminal?"
Miyako blinked. "Why?"
"Because my email isn't working and wanted to be sure if it's just me or everyone," Koushiro explained.
Miyako pulled out the flat silver device, typed a quick message, and sent it. She scowled at the message that popped up. "No connection?"
"I was afraid of that." Koushiro sighed. "We're being jammed. We'd better not get split up as our means of communication has been cut."
"Lovely," Miyako groused.
Koushiro began typing at his computer.
"What are you working on?" Miyako wondered.
"Trying to see if there's a means to circumvent the jamming," Koushiro replied. "Was there something you wanted?"
"I... I needed to talk to someone." Miyako sighed. "That last battle scared me. Scared me like you wouldn't believe. I... I thought you had died."
Koushiro smiled weakly. "Thankfully, that wasn't the case."
Miyako nodded. "But Daisuke did. He sacrificed himself to save you and the rest of us."
Koushiro pouted. "I know. I'm worried about what will happen now that we don't have a leader."
"I'm worried about us. We could die in battle tomorrow. We're not invincible," Miyako almost cried out.
"It is a war we're fighting. It was stupid of us not to expect some casualties," Koushiro replied.
"Koushiro, there's so much I wanted to do before I died. I don't want to risk death again until I've done some of them," Miyako almost sobbed.
Koushiro blinked. "What do you mean?"
"When you were hurt... I realized something. I... I love you. It did not hurt me as much to learn Daisuke had died than it did when I heard your scream of pain." Miyako gazed at the boy intently with a strange determined look.
Koushiro did not get a chance to reply, as she grabbed hold of him and kissing him soundly. He quickly found himself pushed over, laying flat on the floor. He stared dumbly at the girl straddling him, yet he offered no protest to these actions.
_________________
As sleep deprived as Hikari was, her nightmares did not rest. With a shrilled cry, she sat up quickly before curling up into a ball.
Sora quickly crossed the room. She may have wanted more sleep, but she had intentionally spent the night in the same room as the younger girl. Now, perhaps, she could get some answers.
Pulling the shivering girl into her arms, she whispered, "What was the dream?"
"He's raping her. Raping me," Hikari sobbed.
"Who is?" Sora pressed.
"Vamdemon," Hikari choked out. "He touches her, knowing that I feel it. He violates her to rape me."
Sora hugged the girl tighter. "Oh, Hikari. Are you sure it's not just a dream?"
Hikari shook her head. "He's really doing it to her. And it's all my fault. If I didn't start remembering my dreams, he wouldn't be doing this every night. And he's not letting her feel relief. He's still raping her because he doesn't know I'm awake now. I can still feel him torturing her. He just keeps violating her, making sure that I respond to him in such a disgusting way. That I orgasm for him, not her."
Sora didn't know how to respond. "We'll make sure he pays for doing this to you. Your purity shouldn't be taken like this."
Hikari turned away and began sobbing harder, making the older girl wonder if there was more to this. Neither moved for some time as the younger girl cried until she had no more tears to shed. With a shaking and timid voice, Hikari pleaded, "Don't tell Taichi-niichan about this."
Sora frown at the request. "He should know."
"No, he can't!" Hikari insisted. "He wouldn't be able to think straight. He'd want to attack Vamdemon now. He'd try to fight him recklessly."
Sora closed her eyes. The girl certainly made her point. Taichi may be much more reserved since the incident that had originally crippled Koushiro, but this would upset him beyond reason. He would try to fight Vamdemon directly, and likely die doing so. "I won't tell him. But once we've defeated Vamdemon, YOU should tell your brother."
"I'll don't know if I could even then, but I'll try," Hikari half-promised.
_________________
When Piccolomon set to wake everyone up early the next morning, the group was ready to kill him despite what the digimon had done for Koushiro. Still they shambled to meet him, and the flying pink ball seemed unconcerned with the death threats in the eyes of his guests.
"There's someone who would like to talk to all of you," Piccolomon announced.
A strange device embedded into the floor of the room they were in sprang to life and produced an image of an elderly old man.
"Gennai-san!" Koushiro chirped in surprise.
"Greetings. I hope I have not called at a bad time." The image sweated nervously at the glares he received. "I'm afraid this may be the best time for me to contact you. With King Etemon wounded, his region is in disorder, though he is sadly not the true master of the lands you are in."
"Who does control this land?" Koushiro wondered.
"Nanomon," Gennai answered simply. "While not as physically powerful as King Etemon, it is his intellect that must be feared. Even now, King Etemon believes he rules these lands yet he is but a puppet."
Taichi yawned. "Gee, that's nice to know. But what happens now that one of us has died?"
Gennai sighed. "Piccolomon has informed me of the tragedy. It is most unfortunate indeed, but hope is not lost. From my calculations, at least eight of you must be present to face the one behind everything that has happened. While his might is beyond reckoning, you will not face him until after the Dark Masters have been destroyed."
"Only eight of us?" Mimi questioned aloud. "Then I quit! I don't want to fight anymore!"
"If only things were so simple, my dear." Gennai shook his head. "You each have a special role to play in the coming battles. You were not picked randomly, but by destiny. If you choose to run from all of this, more of you may die."
Mimi and a few others flinched at his comment.
"My time grows short. Leave Gomamon and the Crest of Seijitsu with Piccolomon. He has agreed to help bring Gomamon's partner to this world," Gennai informed before his image disappeared.
Everyone sat in silence, digesting the old man's words.
"All right, everyone. I have a small breakfast prepared in another room. After that, I have special tasks for Taichi-san, Agumon, Koushiro-san, Tentomon, Yamato-san and Gabumon. For the rest of you, I expect you to follow my training regime," Piccolomon told them in a commanding voice.
The group held a mixed response to this. They certainly wanted food, but they didn't want any more 'training.'
_________________
Author's Notes:
Coming Soon (I hope):
Episode 27 - Knowledgeable Friendship
Taichi, Koushiro and Yamato set out on their tasks to bring back hope and strengthen the team.
Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake!
A lone figure sat upon a throne. Massive armor completely covered every inch of him save the black void that would be his face. "Hello, I'm Lord Archive. This special installment finishes a series of Neo Digimon Omake that has the Digimon casts looking at the fanfiction stories their show has generated.
"And finally we address those who started it all, the cast of Digimon Adventures."
Taichi folded his arms. "What isn't there to say about the fanfiction we're in? Just about everything has been done."
Hikari flushed. "Though I still have to wonder why I seem to get paired off with everybody and everything. There's lemon ficts of me from the first season, when I was EIGHT! Why is it harder to find a simple friendship fict than it is to find me screwing digimon, the Tamer's cast, or even Harry Potter?"
"Let's not forget stories that go from canon to reality-on-crack. To us trying to continue to live our double lives in high school, to high school ficts without our digimon that are little more than teenage angst or plagiarized movies. From us acting near who we are, to crack-smoking and murderous gang bangers. And just about everything in between," Koushiro recounted.
"And why do we get ignored?" Tailmon questioned. "We are just as important as the human cast, yet in most ficts we either don't exist or are generally ignored that we can think for ourselves."
"Well, in the original series..." Lord Archive eeped at the glare the digital cat sent at him.
"All of this doesn't mean that there's nothing new to be done. There are new twists and different stories that can be explored," Yamato mentioned.
"Though, please, please, read through them. Spell check them. Make them legible. And don't toss in random Japanese or foreign words in a fict meant for English readers. You merely frighten away potential readers if the story is difficult to read," Mimi suggested.
"And for the love of Qinglongmon, don't bastardize us to the point you could change the names and no one can tell the difference," Gomamon pleaded. "The dub did enough damage to us. We don't need to see Angewomon the dominatrix torturing her sexual partners to death."
"Speak for yourself," V-mon shot back. "Fiction is about the freedom to explore thoughts."
Tailmon scowled at the lizard digimon. "You just want to be a 'victim.'"
"Is that so wrong?" V-mon asked.
"In some cases it can be." Miyako shuddered. "Just remember, writers are free to write what they want, and readers are free to decide whether or not to read it."
"Now if only there was a way to screen these things though. All Hikari having sex ficts with someone besides me should be banned!" Daisuke voted.
"That's more than enough of this," Hikari stated.
Taichi popped his knuckles. "I'll say. Daisuke, let's 'talk.'"
"Maybe later. BYE!" Daisuke ran off, with Taichi giving chase.