Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Overdose ❯ Lost and Found ( Chapter 6 )

Overdose: Lost and found

By Lord Tarsisk

Soyez Influencé-Be Influenced

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(A/N:

>>>Someone's POV<<<

Someone's thoughts

"Someone's speech…" As if you couldn't tell that one. Honestly, some people are just plain stupid.

I'm going to make some… artistic stretches. Consider this to be an AU of sorts. Remember: review, and Guilmon will bake you some bread. Oh yeah, the first part's supposed to be slightly humorous, so don't be alarmed. Oh, yeah (x2) I've found that my way of writing V-mon wasn't really Japanese-Veemon is. So now, V-mon is Veemon, and ExV-mon is Exveemon. Sorry!

BTW: This takes place after all the Digimon have left. I might make some mistakes with plot lines, but bear with me as this 'fic coalesces into something real.)

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Ken and Daisuke sat down on the bench, tired from a long night's worth of walking up and down the streets of Plasma Grid. The night was ending, and there were visible rays of light from the sun-or whatever digital counterpart it had here-shining across the sky. Nevertheless, none of the wanton uproar from the night seemed to cease. Overhead, they could see streams of Internet data flashing across the sky, so fast that they were blurs. Ken was amazed: the Digital World had progressed so much in only a few months.

Daisuke sighed, wondering how Iori was doing, and whether he and his girl-Daisuke couldn't remember her name-had made up, made out, or made love. He couldn't decide which he though was the better choice. Iori's too young to have to deal with this, he reasoned, and then countered, but he's more mature than his age would imply. He's been though a lot of what you have, but at a younger age. He's had to deal with a lot more.

A bang, to their right, as two Black Virals fought it out outside a store, and from the bits of their "conversation" Daisuke guessed it had to do with the one smaller one not paying his dues-however he would've paid, not having money and all.

Ken looked over, and observed the backside of Daisuke. He smiled. "Hey, Daisuke?"

Daisuke turned around. "Yeah?"

"How are things going between you and Takeru? Are you still together, or what?"

Daisuke paused, and sighed. "I'm not sure. Takeru tried to make up with me yesterday, but it's obvious he's not ready. He… he backed off from my kiss, and told me, 'It's been hard.'"

Ken winced. "Shot down!"

Daisuke sighed and turned back to the fight at hand, which for some reason had dissipated into nothingness. Now the two were talking peacefully and smiling. Maybe it hadn't been a fight at all.

He looked back at Ken, frowning at how the gap between them seemed to have shortened. "Ken?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"… What's up?"

"I was just wondering if Takeru's good enough for you."

At this, Daisuke really started to frown. Is Ken coming on to me? Does he like me? "Why?"

"Because I'm bored, Daisuke. The air, the sex all around us, it's getting to me." Ken was rather frank sounding with that statement.

Daisuke decided Ken was acting like a dog in heat, and tried to ignore him. Then it came to him. He looked away, gathered his courage, and planted the biggest kiss he could, right on Ken's lips.

Ken froze, not knowing what to do. He had only been trying to lighten the mood, only joking-but now, this… This was unexpected.

Daisuke pulled back, laughing. "You moron! Look at your face! That's awesome!"

Ken huffed, scowling.

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Iori had left Sayura's earlier that morning on the counsel of BlackTapirmon, as contradictory as it seemed. Iori was frowning, but smiled as he saw two familiar heads sitting on the bench, facing away from him. He tiptoed up and smacked them both on the head.

"Ow!" one howled.

"Sonovabitch!" the other cried. Was Iori that strong? He shrugged.

"What's up?" he asked, noting that Ken and Daisuke were separated; Ken had his arms folded on his chest and looked very upset; Daisuke looked like a sorry dog trying to apologize after licking the Christmas ham.

"Nothing," they both replied in unison.

"… Okay. Anyways, I have news for you-I made up with Sayura."

The others turned around, smiling. "Alright, Iori!" Daisuke cheered. "Congratulations on getting whipped."

Iori winced, but neither noticed.

"How was she?" Ken asked.

SMACK!

"Ow! I meant, how was she feeling when you met up with her?" Ken asked in pain. "Duh!"

Iori frowned, ignoring his pain. "She looked sad, almost. I guess she did care. I think she might have been crying."

Daisuke nodded. "See? Veemon was right. All you needed was another chance… at… um…" he hesitated.

Iori stopped for a moment. "Yeah, I know, I'm too young, only twelve, right? Well, I guess you're both right-but she likes me, I think. And I think-" Here he paused. Should he tell them? "I think I like her as well."

Ken nodded, then turned and sat back, away from Daisuke again. Daisuke laughed. "You should have seen his face, Iori. It was incredible. He was so stunned, and you've never seen his eyes that wide."

"What happened?"

"He pretended to come on to me, so I came on to him," he said, doubling over with laughter.

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Tailmon was kissing him, her tongue fighting against his, each loving the other in earnest, their hands probing each other's body, each eliciting moans and groans from the other. Tailmon muttered, "I love you" into his mouth, but as far as Veemon could tell, it might have been "My tofu." Wait, he thought to himself, stealing a glance at his body-I'm not Black anymore. Then there was a flash of light.

BlackVeemon moaned in pain as the new day hit him in the face, and he turned, trying to avoid it's deadly, bright rays that threatened his sleep. He felt something hit his face. Something feathery. Instantly, his training kicking in, he jumped up, knife blade at hand-and he paused, because his training couldn't help him now. All thoughts of Tailmon left his head.

BlackPiyomon sat next to him, smiling. "Miss me?"

"How did you get in… Ohhh…" BlackVeemon moaned again, not in pain this time, as BlackPiyomon kissed him. He turned, hiding his near instant erection. He heard a giggle behind him, as he was pulled onto his back. BlackPiyomon drove her beak to his face, avoiding his pointy horn, and moaned in his mouth, stroking his sides with her wings. The feel of her feathers on his black, rubbery skin almost tickled him, but it mostly only turned him on. This was only their fifth time together since meeting the night before, but already they were getting good at knowing where their good, sensitive parts were.

BlackVeemon took his clawed hands and stroked her along her rib cage, bringing his other hand to pull her deeper into a passionate kiss. There wasn't a lot of room on his tiny little cot, but both of them were under three feet, so it wasn't much of a problem as BlackPiyomon rolled on top of him, feeling his erection probe her thighs. She smiled, licked his cheek, and shoved herself down as far as she could, making him groan in pleasure. He felt as if he was in another dream, a wonderful dream, and he never wanted to wake up.

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She walked over the hill, conscious now of the pumping, high-bass music from just a ridge or two away. She sighed, reading the small piece of paper she'd been given-a pricey piece of paper. She'd all but fucked a male Digimon to get it, but it was worth it-she hoped. She pulled one of her gloves off and scratched her head, right behind her ear-she shuddered. She hadn't washed that particular place clean, and it was covered in- She shook her head. There were more important things to deal with. And the one she was seeking would probably expect her not to be a virgin.

How am I supposed to get in? They'll all hate me; I know it. She sighed, and looked around, then continued walking towards the Viral community. She bushes around slowly thinned, turning into a flattened plain, devoid of life. The ground beneath was dirt, dusty. A desert, nearly. A gust picked up, blowing dust around her, getting it in her eyes. Tailmon sighed, and felt so frustrated that she feared falling over with emotions. She had an idea.

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Sayura walked out of her Digimon's flat, stoically looking ahead, hoping that the bandwidth home wouldn't be too crowded. BlackTapirmon floated up alongside her, looking very unsettled. She had yet to learn, as did he.

"Um, are you sure… -?"

"Don't make me go through this again. BlackVeemon paid me in Yen, and now I'm going home. Of course I'm sure. Why do you keep asking this?" Sayura complained, knowing that her Digimon didn't question her without a reason. She also knew, of course, that when BlackTapirmon kept things from her, it was also usually for a reason.

"Well, the boy seemed upset, and he's so young."

"So?"

"Well, maybe he should know-"

"Know that I'm a hooker? That the one he confessed to loving doesn't love him back like he thinks she does? I thought you'd be better than that, wanting to break the kids heart."

"YOU'RE the one who's…" BlackTapirmon trailed off, but Sayura didn't argue. She stopped floating, and sat down on the sidewalk. Sayura noticed and turned, sighing.

"What's the difference between Iori and the others?"

"Well…" again BlackTapirmon was at a loss of words. She didn't want to tell Sayura about what she believed-if Sayura was old enough to hook around then she was old enough to accept the consequences. And tiny little children could be very big consequences at her age… Damn her!

Sayura started walking again, and BlackTapirmon obligingly followed, saddened by every step Sayura took away from BlackVeemon's flat.

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Iori walked up the steps to BlackTapirmon's flat. He was about to cry up to them, but then decided to ask BlackTapirmon mentally. Will you let me in?

He waited. No answer. Perhaps she didn't hear me… HELLO, BLACKTAPIRMON? ARE YOU THERE?

Still nothing. He frowned and decided they must be off for breakfast. As he though of that, his stomach rumbled, and he turned and walked towards BlackVeemon's flat, to find out where to get some food.

He stared in awe at some of the activity that bustled in Plasma Grid. Of course, there were the tiny, isolated fistfights and street brawls, but as long as he didn't stare too long, no one paid him any attention. There were also the many strip clubs, bars, theaters, and the like-but Iori steered clear of those as well. There were also eateries, delis, and other restaurants, and he was hungry, but he waited, hoping to make it back to BlackVeemon's without losing his way. He had the key, and finally took the right turn for once, and found the entrance amid the other flats that surrounded him.

He took his key, unlocked the front door, and walked up to BlackVeemon's apartment, ignoring the stale piss and vomit that lined the corners. Knocking on the door, he heard a commotion inside, several chairs falling over, and a rush of feathers flying out the window. He smirked, and called out "Am I interrupting anything?" smugly. He waited, and after a few minutes, a very irritated and panting BlackVeemon pulled the door open.

"WHAT… do you… want?" he panted, the crankiness in his voice very strong. Iori felt unwanted, and then noticed the corner of BlackVeemon's lips tugging into a smirk, before the two burst out laughing. He went to the window, and called out, "BlackPiyomon, you can come back, its only Iori."

Another rush of feathers, and an equally tired-looking black bird flapped in, landing on the bed. She smiled. "Hi, Iori. BlackVeemon's told be a lot about you-when he hasn't been too busy to talk," she added, smirking. Iori recoiled; Digimon sex was too weird for him.

"Umm, BlackVeemon, you wouldn't know how to find Sayura, would you?"

"What's her Digimon's name?"

"BlackTapirmon."

BlackVeemon paused. "Well, you might try this restaurant, I've seen the BlackTapirmon there before." He gave Iori directions, then shoved him out the door.

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Iori stumbled out the front door, looking for the restaurant. He found his bearings, started running, stepping aside to let a very dirty, small, and almost invisible Digimon pass.

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Tailmon dodged a kid running past her, and looked at the whitewashed building in front of her. 10070, that's the place. She paused-this would be the hardest part yet. She coughed, and sneezed-effects of the dirt she covered herself in to avoid the stupid sentries. She hoped that this wouldn't affect her being recognized by her love. She realized she was holding her breath, but her Partner's words came floating back to her:

"I'll be there for you, even if you can't see me. Just draw my strength, if you need it. We all support you."

She nodded, as if her partner was speaking those words right now, and opened the door, brushing off the dirt. The stairs stank-immediately she found new respect for BlackVeemon, if he was able to live here. She just hoped that this had not all been in vain. What assurances did she have that the address was authentic? None, really, except she'd done her best to make sure she wasn't lied to. She climbed, and it kept getting harder, as if the stairs were resisting her movement.

She paused beside a door, hearing muffled screams of pleasure. Unable to determine from whom they came, she continued on, not knowing which door was BlackVeemon's. She tried another.

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BlackTapirmon smiled weakly and waved half-heartedly as Sayura disappeared in a flash of light in front of the television. After her partner was gone, she sighed, and turned, hoping to get some food. Around her, the busy activity of Plasma Grid continued to flash by her, though she took no notice. All she could see was that little boy, crying because he couldn't please a hooker, someone that she now believed he loved dearly, someone that she now believed was to be a mother. Someone that, in spite of her bond, she now despised more than anything.

She turned a corner. How was she to tell Iori that Sayura was a fake, a phony, a hire entertainer, no less? Someone that was more than likely to have to baby scratched when she found out? Perhaps it would be better not to tell Iori what she was a hooker. Perhaps it would be better to love her, and spend his life searching for her-or maybe eventually he would forget, and move on. Then again, maybe not.

BlackTapirmon couldn't be sure. Another fistfight broke out, but again, she couldn't pay it any attention. She stopped, however, hearing someone call her name-though she didn't turn. Instead, recognizing the voice, she sped up and turned a corner, hoping to lose the boy, hoping to give the impression that she hadn't heard him.

It didn't work. Iori sped up, and found her easily. BlackTapirmon paused, wondering how she would get herself out of this one. She wasn't, however, given the chance.

"Where's Sayura?" he asked, breathlessly.

"She… she went home."

"Without saying goodbye?" he asked sadly.

BlackTapirmon pitied him. He was too young for this. But she made her mind up. He had to know.

"Iori, Sayura… Sayura is a hooker."

Iori paused. "But… she…"

BlackTapirmon said nothing, but floated down to look him in the eyes.

"Doesn't she… isn't she…?"

"No, and yes," BlackTapirmon answered. "She doesn't, however, know that she has a child. And… I think it would be best if you tried to forget this."

"Forget this!?" Iori exclaimed, finding his voice again. "She was the first I've ever made love to! I can't forget this."

"She will," BlackTapirmon said coolly.

"And… when she finds out… she will have an abortion, right?"

"Or course. I will try to convince her-"

Iori wasn't listening. Already his head was swooning; the one he'd confessed to loving mere hours ago was gone, and now there was little he could do about it. His child-if she really was pregnant (Iori still didn't know how BlackTapirmon could know such things)-would be snuffed, and Iori sensed he would never be the same. He wished, all of a sudden, that he had not come, that he had not gone out with BlackVeemon, that he had not followed Sayura home, that he had not gone back to her, that BlackTapirmon had told him the truth right away-

"This. Is. All. Your. FAULT!" he screamed, running at BlackTapirmon, his anger rising, trying to hit her, but he couldn't lay a fist on the half-elephant, half-genie. He raved and swung and burned out his anger, until all there was left was a hollow sense of loneliness and sorrow, such that he collapsed, holding BlackTapirmon, crying loudly. She awkwardly patted him on the head, whispering comforting statements until he quieted, thankful that no other Digimon would even take notice of them.

"What now?" he asked, finally.

"I do not know. Return home; try to come to terms with this, I guess. I'm sorry I cannot give you much more hope than this: I will try to convince her to change her mind, to find you. But do not go looking for her. She will not appreciate that, nor will I."

Iori nodded, and started walking, a hollow shell of a wraith, back in the direction he'd come from.

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BlackPiyomon flew out the window. Her lover for a day, BlackVeemon, stood at the window, waving, hoping that they would meet again, knowing that she would probably care less. His mind settled on Iori, for a moment, wondered if he and his were getting along nicely. Then, after a few moments, he shook his head and made himself lunch.

A knock at the door. BlackVeemon stopped, waiting. Whomever it was knocked again, and he walked up and looked through the eyepiece.

A gasp, then BlackVeemon fainted, with a loud thud.

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Tailmon heard a loud thud, and realized someone had fallen. She cried, "Veemon!" and rammed the door open, looking at him with an intense desire. After all her searching, after believing he was dead after the disaster at Primary Village-but here he was, his body a magnificent shade of… black…

He was, however, incapacitated at the moment, and she could not decide what to do. Tailmon closed the door behind her, creaking loudly on its now busted hinges, and sighed, looking over the place. Very small, she commented to herself, but she didn't care how Veemon chose to live his life.

Veemon moaned, a small smile on his lips. She looked back at him, smiling. If there was one way to wake him up, this was it. She knelt over him, bringing her lips to his, slowly, slightly, touching his. His smile grew, but still he did not wake. Putting more effort into the kiss, she found free hand (her right hand was holding her above him) moving over his chest, moving lower, and she felt a small bump where she expected it, though soon she felt it grow considerably.

She smiled. One last option, she decided, knowing he would love her after this: she left his mouth, and with a determined breath, she lowered her face on his crotch, and Veemon woke with a start, crying, "Oh, KAMI!" and Tailmon smirked. "God, you're real?" he gasped, moaning slightly.

She stopped. "I sure hope so." His member was now over five inches long, and was still growing, slowly. She lowered her head again, and he gasped once more, as her cat-like tongue rubbed up and down the length of his black cock. It was like sandpaper, and BlackVeemon could only moan in bliss. He wanted this so badly, needed this so badly, that it took less than thirty seconds before he was begging her to stop, and for a moment, she did. Then he screamed as she laid two careful swipes of her tongue across the tip.

He panted, and smiled, looking at the slight trail of milky, white cum joining her mouth and his head. She spat it out, and smiled back at him. "I've missed you," she purred. He only groaned, tired already.

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There it is, Chapter 6 to Overdose. Some things to pontificate: Will Iori ever see Sayura again? Why would a Chosen be a hooker, and why would she hook in the Digital World? Will Tailmon and BlackVeemon be happy for ever after? Was the black and white juxtaposed properly? Oh yeah, I can't stand the English names, so if you're unsure about who's whom, read below for my all in one Translatrix! Read and review, and Be Influenced.

Translatrix:

Daisuke: Davis Takeru: TK Miyako: Yolie Iori: Cody

Veemon: V-mon Armadimon: Armadillomon Tailmon: Gatomon

Tailmon: Gatomon Piyomon: Biyomon

© 2002 LORD TARSISK (Not the characters, or anything else Toei owns, just everything else! Don't steal my ideas, or the insects will get you!)