Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sent ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

So, this is my first multi-chapter fic for digimon. I'm pretty excited about it. I'm hoping you guys will like it. I'm writing it on my cell phone and emailing it to myself, so please tell me if you noticed any errors. I tried to catch them all, but I may not have gotten them all.

Disclaimer: Graphic sex acts performed by minors, all fourteen and up, as well as Yaoi, Het and possibly Yuri in later chapters. At some point in the (hopefully) near future I'll have this up on fanfiction.net for any of you kiddies that want to read it. There will also be some pretty graphic violence among digimon and self-injury. I do not own digimon, it belongs to Toei and Bandai I do believe. I am not profiting from this fic, just trying to improve my writing skills in hope of one day getting published.

Now that that is over, on to the story.

 

It looked like I had walked out of my own personal hell and into a real one. My haven was in turmoil, under attack by an unknown force yet again. Whoever it was had sent a host of Seahomon, champion level, virus digimon. They were beastly little creatures and ones I personally didn't want to deal with.

"Gennai, what the fuck is going on here? Why the hell are Seahomon attacking your house? And why the hell did you call all twelve of us here?" my oblivious brother and our esteemed leader asked our mysterious mentor and friend, Gennai. Gennai, a man that was currently in his twenties, with short light brown hair and a cream robe on was standing next to the seventeen year old chosen with wild coffee colored hair, still in his uniform from varsity soccer practice.

"Yeah, what the fuck, Gennai? Why didn't you just call us new chosen? We can take care of these beasts outside your house," Daisuke Motomiya, our younger "leader" and my brothers clone, said. He was wearing a new pair of goggles that Taichi had gotten him for his birthday in order to get his old ones back. He had auburn hair and was also in his practice gear, for the varsity soccer team, although he didn't even go to Odaiba High yet. Both he and Ken Ichijoji, resident boy genius were special additions to the high school team.

"Boys, boys, settle down and take a seat, all of you." Gennai said, waiting for all of us to sit before continuing. Thirty seconds later, when we had all managed to find a spot on the floor, he continued, "As you can see we are under attack. Although I know it was said to be impossible, the Dark Masters have returned. They have found a hole in your seal, a hole where the ninth crest should have been.” It took a second for that to settle in. ninth crest? There were only eight crests. Then we remembered.

"But Ken never actually had a crest, a physical one that is," Takeru Takaishi, my best friend and boyfriend interjected. He looked insanely like his older brother with a few minor differences. Takeru's skin was darker than Matt's and is eyes were completely different, both darker and entirely another shape. He kept his blonde hair cropped shorter and always wore a hat over it, making it hard to see.

"You are correct, he never actually had a physical crest. That does not mean that there wasn't one out there, somewhere," Gennai explained to him.

"Ok, so we'll go bag these Dark Masters and get on with it. We're stronger than they are. Lets go kick their ass and be done with them!" Dai exclaimed. It was the simple answer. If it were that easy we wouldn't be here like this though. Gennai would have just told us that straight from the start. We hadn't been told everything. I could see it in Gennai's eyes.

"I wish it were that easy Daisuke, but there is more to this story,” he said, sighing softly. His eyes were pained, probably from having to put us through all this again, “The Dark Masters broke all of the crests when they went through the hole. The crests have returned here, but in their original form. They are dust now, each in their own boxes.” All of us looked down at the floor, knowing there was no way for us to carry around dust in the Digital World.

“There is good news though; I have found a process that makes it so that you can use them again. The downfall to this is that you will no longer be able to Jogress evolve or use your digieggs any longer." The room went silent as the eight of us with these abilities realized just what this meant.

Yamato Ishida, my boyfriend's older brother and my brother's best friend and crush, glanced over at the wild haired, soccer boy and he glanced back. In that look they had a whole conversation. They had been able to do this since Matt and his digimon partner, a white and blue striped horned wolf Gabumon, had tried to kill Taichi and his orange dinosaur partner, Augumon. Their partners were exactly the same and just shrugged at each other. All four of them nodded at the same time.

"We'll do it. We'll lose Jogress. It's better than losing the digital world, our world," Matt told us all.

"I'll give it up too," Takeru and I both said at the same time. We turned to look at each other and grinned. Hope and light. We went hand in hand. It was the biggest shock to everyone that we didn't Jogress. Patamon, Takeru's brown and cream-colored flying pig digimon and Gatomon, my white and purple cat digimon looked at each other and smiled too. They liked the forms they were giving up, but they had also given up their ultimate forms all those years ago, forms they had always preferred. At least this time they knew they were going to gain something tangible in return.

"No!" I heard a girl yell at us from the other end of the room. It was Miyako Inoue of course. Her brown eyes had turned red, as had her face. Her hair was shorter than it was when I first met her and also back to its natural color, brown. She was livid with me.

"How can you give up Jogress? And how can you expect the rest of us to give up digivolving? Even if you give up your digieggs, you gain your Ultimate forms again. What do I get? The ability to evolve to champion? What good is that going to do?" she screamed at me. I shrugged and opened my mouth, but Iori beat me to it.

"Gennai why do we have to lose this in the first place? Aren't our Jogress forms more powerful than Ultimates anyways?" he questioned.

"Forgive me for not explaining thoroughly enough, Iori. Koushiro, may I please borrow your computer?"

"Of course, Gennai. You know that it is yours just as much as it is mine.” Kou, a smaller, auburn haired boy, opened his messenger bag and pulled out his netpad, passing it to Gennai. He had upgraded from his Pineapple Co. laptop years ago and his latest computer was a tiny one, although he had a larger desktop at home. The poor Pineapple computer of his past was now sitting on the desk in the room Tai and I shared.

Whatever program it was that Gennai had to install it only took him a few minutes to do and was instantly run and projected on the wall behind the netpad. "The Dark Masters came through the barrier one week ago at midnight. When they appeared, they looked differently than the last time you saw them. They are now Ventriloquistmon, MechaSeadramon, WarMugandramon and Jestermon." As each of the names was said, the corresponding digimon's picture came up on the wall. Ventriloquistmon looked like a Ventriloquists dummy, blue suit, pasty white skin, the works. MechaSeadramon was similar to the other Seadramon's with the addition of some rockets added to his underside and his colors change to black and red. WarMugandramon had taken a slimmer more streamlined form with more guns, although I never would have dreamed such a thing possible. Finally there was Jestermon, the greatest of the Dark Masters. He, of course, looked like a Jester. His garb before was mostly black and white, but his new form had a lot of color in it. He was quite scary with a murderous look on his face. He would be the hardest to beat yet again, but this was the least of our concerns. How we were going to expect to beat them at all was a bigger problem.

"What are these things? How could they digivolve past Mega? What hope do we even have in winning when the only two that can even get to Mega are Tai and Matt?" Sora asked, shooting her questions off without even taking a breath.

"Slow down, Sora, one question at a time. These digimon have somehow digivolved to the Celestial level, something I didn't even believe was possible. I have no idea how it happened, but I do believe that all nine of you can now digivolve to the Mega level, as soon as you can prove yourselves. Your crests have been returned to their purest forms you see. This gives you extra power. Taichi Yagami, will you quit pouting over there until I finish? That should give all nine of you the chance to Digivolve to Mega, except for Augumon and Gabumon. You two will get the chance to Digivolve even further. You will get the chance to Digivolve to Celestial level.” Tai started cheering and Matt grinned at him for being such an idiot. Taichi always had been on the odd side, “Now before you cheer too much, you need to know how I'm going to make it possible for you to get your crests back.

"As I said the crests are currently a fine dust. You can't keep them on you this way; you'll quickly lose them. The only way to make them transportable is to take the digieggs and crack them open. Inside is the egg yoke. You mix the yoke with powder and inject it into the chosen's arm to which the crest corresponds. Ken, will you come up here please."

"Yes, sir," he said to Gennai, then he turned to Daisuke, "Dai, I'm sorry."

"I needed a willing subject to test this theory on. Ken agreed to give up all of his evolutions for the chance to save the Digital World. Ken, show them your wrist." Ken quickly obliged. In the mass of all the veins there was a small pink crest of Kindness.

"Whoa, man! No need to apologize to me. That looks like fucking awesome. I'd kill to have one of those. Tell me what I have to do to help," Dai said excitedly. He was always willing to do the right thing.

"I'm going to need all of your D3's and digivices,” Gennai responded.

All around me people began pulling D3's and digivices out of pockets and purses. I grabbed mine off of my belt. It didn't fit in my pocket and I never saw the reason in carrying a purse, so this was the best place for it. Eleven devices were set on the table next to the netpad. I looked over at the only person who hadn't put theirs on the table. Miyako was going to make this difficult. I looked over at Mimi Tachikawa, the currently blonde hair fashionista, who was wearing khaki shorts, a blue tank top and a blue, green and silver plaid button up shirt over it, and Sora Takenouchi, the red haired reinstated soccer player, still in her girls varsity game jersey and jeans along with a the hat she wore the first time she was in the digital world. Both of the girls were glaring at Miyako. They had everything to lose from Miyako's unwillingness to lose something.

"I'm not giving up my D3," Miyako told them, "Seven of you should be able to handle them."

"Miya?” the red and white digimon next to Miyako said. Hawkmon was Gatomon's Jogress partner and Miyako's digimon partner, “Even if you don't give your digieggs up I won't be able to Digivolve anymore. If you don't love your team or our world than how do you expect me to use the digiegg of love? If you were never sincere when you said all of the things you've said about the Digital world than how do you expect me to use the digiegg of sincerity? You can't use your digieggs either way. At least help save the digital world." I looked at the little hawk, grateful for his speech. Without Mimi and Sora this task would be damn near impossible. We're a team; it's all or none.

Miyako also looked down at her partner, glowering at him. I could tell she was about to say something mean to Hawkmon, but changed her mind and dug the D3 out of her purse and walked over to the table, setting it down. Three quarters of the room let out a sigh of relief.

"For the time being you twelve can do whatever you wish. I have to do some modifications to Koushiro's computer and all of your digivices, especially you two," Gennai looked at Takeru and me, “I have to completely revert your D3's back to their original digivice shapes.” We were even going to get our original digivices back. I was having a very good day.

"Ummm... Gennai sir?" Jyou, our blue haired, doctor-to-be, asked. He was still wearing his college uniform and lab coat from his Chemistry class.

"Yes Jyou?"

"Well, I was wondering if I might be able to return to our world and gather some supplies. Medical supplies in particular. I want to make sure we can take care of any minor injuries that we may incur."

"I have you taken care of already, Jyou. I had been afraid of another attack such as this one, so I have been stockpiling equipment. It's in the other room," the older man told the blue haired boy, "The room where you younger three will be staying. I'm sorry I can't be more accommodating, but unfortunately there are only two rooms in this house."

"I can't stay here!" Dai yelled, "We have a soccer tournament tomorrow morning. Ken, Tai and I are the star players, if Ken and Tai can't come I at least have to be there."

"The time rate has slowed yet again Daisuke. No need to worry, you'll be back before a minutes over."

Dai looked at Gennai like he was insane, "How do you know the time ratio is different? Its not like you can change it or anything."

"No, but I do have contact with the ones who can, the sovereigns. They have done this to allow you as much time as needed here to defeat the Masters again. They do not like the digital world to be in peril much either.”

"Fine, but I swear, if we all miss that game tomorrow night and it screws up our standings, I'm coming after you."

"Don't worry, Daisuke, I'm sure you won't be the only one," he said, chuckling quietly. Daisuke grumbled something, then headed off towards the room that Gennai had told us about. Inside were twelve backpacks and twelve thermal sleeping bags, the colors all corresponding, except for Ken's and mine, to our crests with our tiny embroidered symbols. I walked over to mine. White, thank god. They didn't sell many pink bags for anyone over eight. I opened up the bag to find the things I'd need for our trip, a white fleece pullover and some other clothes for various weather. We also had a few other things packed in there. I had some markers, pens, pencils and a notebook. I also had a knife and some personal hygiene products, including some of the feminine variety, which I quickly hid away. Gennai had obviously wanted to be prepared for anything.

After checking my whole bag I brought the knife back out and studied it carefully. It was a Buck brand knife from what it said on the handle. The blade was about four inches long, the handle about another three and a half. I came with a leather sheath. The blade was sharp. I was happy; I hadn't had time to grab my own from my house seeing as I had got the message on the way home. I figured I'd be home in a few hours. I put the knife on my belt, happy to have the weight there again.

"Kari, what's in your bag?" Takeru asked me, curious as to if we had all gotten the same things.

"Some clothes, a notebook and some pencils, toiletries, a canteen and a knife. What about you, Takeru?"

"The same here. I think Taichi has a soccer ball and Matt has a harmonica, probably for if we have some downtime."

“Probably, although I'm not sure how much of that we're going to end up getting. The Dark Masters were a full time job six years ago. They almost killed all eight of us," I reminded him.

Takeru's eyes went dark, "That won't happen again. They're not as strong as they think they are. It won't get nearly as far as it did."

I walked up to my boyfriend and put my arms ground him, pulling him closer, letting him know that I believed in him. I laughed softly after holding him for a few seconds, "I know this is a bad time, but I'm going to excuse myself to the bathroom. Sorry, I'll be right back."

"Don't worry about it, Kari. It happens. I'll be here when you get back."
The truth was that I was worried, although not for the reason Takeru believed. I was worried that he'd find out my dirty little secret.

It had been a bad day. I bombed my English test. I was also about to drop from lack of sleep, not that it mattered. I could easily deal with that, that happened constantly in the digital world. There was also the fact that Takeru wasn't in lunch today. He was busy finishing a chemistry lab and I was forced to deal with the basketball and soccer teams during lunch without him. Daisuke being there only made matters worse. It was then that I to face the bitch, also known as my study skills teachers, and then a sub whom was also quite the bitch and tried to take my D Terminal away, although instead I handed her my cell phone. My mom was going to have to go pick it up and I was dreading having to tell her.

I entered the tiny bathroom attached to the room that Daisuke, Miyako and Iori would be sharing. I was careful to lock the door, double checking it before sitting down on the toilet seat and pulling out the knife that I had been given. I studied it again. It really was a beautiful knife, a shiny carbon steel blade, a beautiful mahogany handle. I briefly wondered how Gennai could possibly get his hands on one of these knives, but dismissed it. Gennai could go to our world, and with a slight clothing change he'd fit in perfectly. How he could have possibly gotten the money to buy them was another story.

Instead of pondering how I came to be in possession of the knife I decided put it to good use. I rolled up my sleeves and took off my sweatband. I could see the faint marks from where I had done this before glowing pink with new skin. I looked at the blade again, before bringing it down and slowly, methodically dragging it across my skin. I pulled the knife back, not even noticing the pain. Little droplets of crimson appeared on my arm and I was stick to lick them away, just to have them appear again. The coppery taste was delicious and I savored it as I took some more. This time I didn't let the blood pool up; instead I placed a folded piece of toilet paper of top of it and put my wristband back on. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I didn't want anyone to suspect anything. I walked out the door, high as a kite and into my boyfriend's waiting arms.

"Are you better now?" he asked me, giving me a small smile.

"Loads. Is Gennai almost done yet?" I asked, wanting to head out quickly.

“He's talking to Jyou right now. I think he's going to be the one performing the injections. Koushiro's out there too, extracting and cracking the digieggs," he told me.

I looked around the room, everyone else was here and everyone except for Miyako was looking pretty excited. Tai, Ken, Sora, Dai and all the digimon except Hawkmon were hacking, one of their new favorite pastimes, Matt was getting accustomed to the harmonica that Gennai had given to him, Iori was playing around on his own netpad and Mimi was sketching out some new fashion drawings. All this was taking place while Miyako sat in the corner and sulked over the loss of her digieggs while Hawkmon did his best to console her. It didn't seem like he was doing a particularly great job, but I suspected that all of this had less to do with digieggs and more to do with Ken, her boyfriend, going off into danger while she was forced to sit here and just wait for us to play heroes. I sighed, I knew I would have to be the one to talk to her.

Hawkmon saw me coming and moved out of the way, glad to have somebody else to try and deal with Miyako, "This depression doesn't have anything to do with digieggs or Jogress, does it?"

"What do you mean? What else could it have to do with?" she lied, knowing perfectly well that I had caught her.

"This is about Ken leaving. You can't stand the fact that he's leaving and you have no idea when he's coming back. At least if you're with him fighting evil digimon you know what's going on."

"It is, Kari. As a matter of fact, I'm not even going to say anything more to you at this point. You gave up Jogress."

"Fine, suit yourself, Miyako, but he's leaving either way and sitting here isn't going to make the most of the time he's here. You'll regret it when we leave." I stood up and waked away just as Jyou walked in the room.

"Ummm... Can the girls please come into the other room please? Gennai thinks it would be best if you three went first." All three of us got up and followed Jyou back into the other room. I smiled to myself as I watched Mimi stare at Jyou's form, then blush as she realized I had taken notice. Jyou and Mimi would great for each other. Jyou kept Mimi grounded and Mimi made Jyou stand up for himself. It was only a matter of time. Sora looked at me and gave me a wink. It was definitely in the works.

"So, which one of you wants to go first?" Koushiro asked. Mimi and Sora gave a sort of sideways glance towards me, so I stepped forward, channeling my brother's crest, as I often did.

"I'll go first, Kou. It can't hurt too much, a little pin prick like this," I said. Mimi and Sora looked at me. They had expected some resistance to even the thought that I should go first. I was the youngest and one of the others probably should go first, but it didn't bother me. I shrugged at them. I guess that taking a blade to your own arm takes some of the fear out of it.

"It is fairly painless. The crest is generally an extension of you soul, so it causes no pain going in, unlike some other shots. The needle is the smallest we could find. At worst it felt like a bee sting," he raised his wrist to show that he had already braved the shot. A tiny purple crest of knowledge had appeared in all its glory. Jyou lifted his wrist to reveal that he too had his done, a small grey crest of reliability right in the center. If it weren't for the color I'd have thought it was a birthmark.

"Uh, Kari? Which side do you want it on?" Jyou inquired.

"My right." I decided to go with the more dangerous territory. I'm left handed. Left to right. Luckily Jyou didn't need to move the band. He cleaned the area with an antiseptic wipe, then carefully put the needle in my skin. There was a small pain, but I didn't flinch. I watched as Jyou pushed the plunger down. The pink mixture disappeared into my skin. He removed the needle carefully, then watched as the wound instantly healed itself.

"Wait for just a few minutes and your crest should appear,” Jyou told me, appearing as the doctor he would one day be, “So who's next? Sora? Mimi?"

"I'll go," Mimi volunteered, shocking everyone in the room. It was enough to make me quit staring at my wrist for a second.

"Uh, ok. Come on up here, Mimi." The fashionista waltzed up to the chair and very graciously sat down. She was trying to impress Jyou. I felt like telling her that she didn't need to work so hard, he was already impressed by her looks and glamour. I could tell by his face he was nervous about having to perform a procedure on her, no matter how minor it was.

She sat down and gave the boy a small smile. He smiled back nervously. He grabbed a new syringe, one that had a light green liquid in it. I quit watching at that point, looking back to my own wrist. I could faintly see the crest of light showing up. Gatomon hopped up on to the back of the chair I was sitting on. She looked down at the little pink mark. Although none of the other's, except Taichi and Takeru, knew about it I had a tattoo. Taichi and I got all nine of the crests in a warrior band one night when we were drunk. It was a chore keeping it hidden from everyone, but we had managed to for the past two years. It really didn't much matter that we had them. We'd get grounded, but they couldn't take them off of us. On the other hand, Tai would rather die than miss soccer and I had my own social life with Tk and the other chosen, so we kept our secret in the interest of having some freedom.

Gatomon put if paws on my shoulder and sighed, "I never did understand you humans and your tattoo's. You'd think you would have learned from the last one, Hikari. I mean…" That was when I got my hand over my partner's mouth, but it was too late, Sora had heard.

"You have a tattoo? Since when?" she asked, looking slightly peeved at me. She was my best friend, next to Takeru and I did tell her just about everything, as did my brother.

I glared at my digimon, "This is not a tattoo, Gatomon, this is my crest. You remember that thing that makes you Digivolve to Angewoman? Did you listen to Gennai at all?" I was practically yelling at her. Augumon, whom we were originally slightly worried about, kept his mouth shut, Gatomon, the digimon that we had absolutely no worries over, had just blabbed it.

She shrugged, "I learned I could Digivolve to Ultimate again and finally Mega and then I fell asleep. I figured you would condense it for me later. I was missing my cat nap."

"Yoo hoo? Hikari? What is this about a tattoo? I've heard nothing about it." This time Mimi was talking. They had both heard. I cursed loudly. I could have kept it quiet if only Sora had heard me, but I should have known that I wouldn't be that lucky with Mimi being closer.

I decided that I was going to need help with explaining this one and yelled for my older brother.

Five seconds later he was next to me, looking for the danger, Augumon right behind him, ready to pepper breath or digivolve at a moments notice.

"Wha's wrong?" he asked, completely forgetting the t in what's he was so concerned.

"I'm sorry, I'm not hurt, the cat just let the cat out of the bag about this." I pulled off my long sleeve shirt, to reveal a tank top underneath and nine little crests. I held up my wrist to him, "She thought this was a tattoo. She fell asleep while Gennai was telling us what was going on. She heard she could digivolve and was out."

Mimi and Sora stepped forward for a closer look at my arm. My crest was in the center, with Tai on my right, Matt next to him, then Sora and Kou. Takeru was on my left, followed by Jyou, Mimi and Ken. There was a blank area on the inside of my arm where the tender skin was. I didn't want to make the crests any bigger and deal with that pain. Even drunk I had some common sense. Tai took off his shirt, showing his off to the girls. His had mine in the center too, mostly because he was too trashed to tell them that they were wrong. Seeing the sudden movement they turned to look at Taichi. Mimi made herself look at the tattoo instead of his ripped abs from playing soccer. Sora didn't seem to be distracted by his body at all and looked straight at the tattoo.

"Kari and I got trashed the night of my fifteenth birthday. I knew this kid that was learning to do tattoo's and was looking to find people to work on, at no charge. He was a great artist, as you can tell by how well he did on us, and all of his equipment was sterile, but he didn't have anything to give you if got am infection and made you sign a liability waiver. Hikari and I thought it would be cool if, for my birthday, we could get matching tattoos. We walked over, signed a waiver and a couple hours later we walked out of there with our new tattoos. When we woke up the next morning, hungover and feeling stupid, we read up on how to take care of our tattoos and luckily didn't have a problem with them. That kid now owns his own shop, by the way. He's an amazing artist too."

Mimi stared at Taichi in shock, "You let her have alcohol? When she was twelve no less?"

"I didn't have a choice. She got me the booze, not the other way around. Everyone I knew couldn't get any. Part of the deal was that she had to be able to drink with me. I knew she was too young, but she was going to be able get drunk either way. I could either get drunk with her or stay sober. I was fifteen, staying sober was not an option. Also this way I could look after her."

Sora was pretty pissed, "Why did you keep this from us from us Taichi? Hikari? You know we wouldn't care, so why didn't you tell us? It isn't like its something highly personal. Actually, I think it's pretty cool. I wish I had one too."

"We didn't want to take any chances of our Mom or Dad finding out. If no one knew, no one could slip up and tell them or say anything when they were within earshot, even accidentally. The only other person who knows is Takeru and that's because he saw it when he was taking care of me while I was sick.” This was actually true, but barely. I came down with the flu while I was over at his place. Mom and Dad were out of town, so I stayed there. I had a high fever so they put me in a tank top. Natsuko didn't notice my arm, but TK did, but there had been many chances since then. A couple weeks later him and I got to third base. It's hard not to notice every mark when you're kissing every square inch of someone's body. Sora already knew that Takeru and I were having sex and Mimi wasn't stupid enough to think we weren't, but Tai and Daisuke were, or at least pretended to be, and I wasn't going to be the one to correct him. I wanted to be able to have children one day, so I played along, as did everybody else.

Sora glowered, "I'm not stupid enough to say it anywhere near anyone who could get you in trouble."

I glared back, "Its not you we were worried about. Daisuke isn't exactly smart enough to keep mum about it. He'd probably go on and on about it, everywhere."

Sora was still angry, but quit glaring, at least slightly understanding our predicament.

Now it was Jyou's turn to lay into us, "You guys went to a house of somebody, who wasn't licensed to draw on you with a marker and let him stick a needle into your arm? Did he even sanitize the needle? Did he give you any instruction on how to take care of your tattoo so it wouldn't get infected? What would have happened if it did?" he was half yelling at us by this point. The doctor in him was very angry at what we had done.

"Jyou?" Taichi asked, hoping to stop him before he got too far into his rant, "His dad's a tattoo artist from America. He was here with his mom for a year here. It wasn't one of our smartest ideas, but its ok. He sterilized everything, gave us a paper telling us what we needed to do to take care of it, which we followed to the letter, and I had some antibiotics left for am far infection I had the week before that we didn't even need to use we were so cleanly. It was fine."

Jyou looked slightly appeased and Kou really didn't care either way. By this time my crest had fully appeared and I followed my brother back into the other room where everyone was waiting.

 

A/n: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it. I don't want to beg for reviews, so I won't. If you feel it necessary to review, please do. If you want me to update faster, review. I'll guilt myself into a new chapter if I know people want it. Even if it just says keep writing or I want more, I'll update faster if you do it.