Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Two Cities ❯ The Exciting Exploits of Catherine in New York ( Chapter 3 )

Ya, ya, ya, some company in Japan owns all this crap and I'm pretty much stealing it, but they will be crushed by the military of the Soviet Socialist Republic of Catherinestan. Anywho, though it isn't much there's a little bit of erm…some horny things in here (I dunno whether or not to consider it lemon as it's quite short. My lemon writing skills are sad so I'm trying to slowly slide into the first one rather than having one every chapter.) But no one cares about that (if you do you can kiss my ass!)! On to the fic!

Chapter III

New York City, United States-June 4th, 2005-6:05am

Catherine stood outside the airport, trying to get a taxi, disappointed that that her dad hadn't sent a limo. However, the more and more she thought about it, the more and more she was excited about the trip. She had a wonderful hotel, tons of money, and most importantly no parents to tell her what to do!

She managed to wave down a taxi and get in. "Where to?" the driver asked, turning around.

"St. Mark's Palace Hotel," she told him. But he didn't turn around; he was staring at her. Catherine scoffed. "Just drive."

He finally managed to turn around and drive. It took them at least a half hour to get there, because of the traffic. And to think this is the traffic at 6:00am.

Soon enough they arrived. She got out and grabbed two of her suitcases, and a guy walking down the street grabbed the other two for her and they carried them up to the room. I know he just wants to get in bed with me. Oh well, you can't always get what you want. But we won't tell him that until after he carries my bags up. Catherine giggled out loud, and the guy, a good 10 years older than her, gave her a strange look.

After they put her bags in her room, the guy tried to stay, and Catherine eventually had to push him out and slam the door in his face. Being hot sucks.

After quickly looking around her suite, she kept true to what she had said back at her house, and went to the bathroom to take a bath. How odd. I was dreaming about gold faucets 2 hours ago, but in reality it was 7 hours ago. As it turned out, the hotel did have gold faucets.

Catherine turned on the water and let the bathtub fill up slowly. She found several bottles of various bath items and put some of them all in the water, not knowing what half of them were. She slowly got undressed, waiting for the bathtub to fill.

When it was finally done, Catherine turned off the faucet and slowly slipped into the warm, balmy water. The heat of the water covering all over her body up to her neck was certainly the best thing she had felt all day. She had longed for it for 7 hours (though only legally for 2). As she thought about how fantastic the bath felt, she ran her hand down her body aimlessly, coming to the conclusion that right at that moment, there was only one she desired more than the steamy bath.

Then, slowly, thinking about that one desire, Catherine began to finger herself. She moved her two fingers in and out slowly at first, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. As she released another aroused groan, she began to move in and out faster. She cried out louder than before, and her breathing became rapid.

As she became more and more stimulated, she began to press into herself harder and harder, causing her unbearably excruciating satisfaction. Catherine's breathing had become violently rapid and her light moans and groans of pleasure soon turned into deafening shrieks of utter bliss.

Catherine slowed suddenly, remembering the promise her and her best friend Stephanie had made. They had pledged never to bring there selves to an orgasm without first getting the real thing. "She's not here," Catherine exclaimed out loud, "Fuck that!"

With that, Catherine suddenly jolted herself back into her piercing fulfillment. She pinched her eyes shut, and let out a long, earsplitting shriek of enjoyment, lost in her own world of joy. Catherine released once last yell, louder than ever, as she orgasmed. "Oh god…" she sighed and sunk deeper into the bath. "Damn I knew Steph was a bitch…"

A light knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Ms. Charmain? Is everything okay?" a man said in a British accent, apparently a worker of the hotel.

Catherine turned a bit red, extremely embarrassed. "Yes," she called back, "Everything's fine."

"Okay," the man called back, "Just call down if you need anything. The number's by the phone."

Catherine sighed again, and quickly washed herself, anxious to begin her journey around New York. She quickly hopped out of the bathtub and dried herself off. She quickly slipped her clothes on and ran into the bedroom part of her suite. She ripped open one of her suitcases and dug through the piles of clothes and pulled out what was practically the key to the city: the credit card her dad had given her to pay for her expenses. Sure, he had put the limit so low she could barley afford to eat, but 5 years of having a computer whiz neighbor did have it's advantages.

She grinned widely as she stuck the shiny golden card into her purse and hung it around her shoulder. She ran over to the windows, flung open the blinds, and looked down upon the city below her. As early as it was, the city streets below her were busy with swarms of people. Catherine simply smirked evilly, before shutting the blinds as fast as she had opened them and running out of the door of her apartment.

Denver, United States-June 4th, 2004-4:12am

"…And that's the whole story. Disturbing, isn't it?" Lewis asked.

Wallace just stared at the ground for a second. "So…" Wallace tried to hold his emotions in, "So what? It's not that disturbing. I-I've went through worse."

Lewis smirked at his younger cousin. "What's behind you…" Terriermon and Lopmon tried to hide themselves even more behind Wallace's legs. "The troubles those have given you aren't an excuse to let nothing else bother you. Hell, this pisses me off pretty bad, and they were just my aunt and uncle."

"So?! You don't know what bad is!" Wallace screamed at him.

"Quite the contrary," Lewis replied, keeping his cool, "Think about it, you can't possibly be the only one with those little troubles?"

Wallace paused for a second. "What that supposed to mean? There are others! 5 of them, from Japan!"

"5 in Japan and you're the only American one?"

Wallace didn't have a reply for once.

Wallace looked down on him. "I've said enough. Now, Wallace, listen to my directions. Go to New York. Take Terriermon and Lopmon with you." The two rabbit digimon looked out from behind Wallace curiously.

"How did you know their name? Why am I going to New York? How am I supposed to get there?"

"Don't ask. I know a lot more than you think. You're going to New York because it's where you belong. That's another thing I know that you'll find out in time. As for getting there, you've made it by yourself before, why can't you do it again?"

Wallace nodded, still staring at the ground.

"Take all your parents money with you. It might help to take some other things valuable with you as well. But travel light, light as you can. You should know that already." Wallace nodded once again. "The storm should clear up soon. You should pack up for the next hour or so, then, once the storm stops, go on your way. Don't look back."

"Right," Wallace said sorrowfully. Slowly, he turned, and began to pack.

New York City, United States-June 4th, 2004-8:35am

Catherine was grinning from ear to ear. I haven't been in this good a mood since…well…besides this morning, I haven't been in this good a mood since that party last year where I nearly got laid. Damn I'm sex-crazed.

She had just walked out of the 3rd shop she had been in that morning. She was wearing a pair of black sunglasses she had bought that morning, and was carrying several bags of clothes. She had decided to buy a pair of large, black boots, like the ones she had been debating wearing earlier that morning, and was now wearing them, making a loud clicking sound every time she took a step.

"This is the life!" Catherine exclaimed, as she walked back towards the hotel. She had only been down one street, and had already spent a large amount of money. Heh heh…Dad'll be pissed, but who cares? I mean I have a ton of money, anything I want, and I don't think I've passed a single guy who hasn't given me a 2ndlook! This is awesome!!

Catherine turned and entered the hotel. She could tell the clicking over her boots annoyed many of the guests in the lobby, but she ignored it. She couldn't help but giggle out loud when a young guy, a few years older than her, coming down the hall dropped his suitcase on his foot when he saw her.

As she boarded the elevator, she was happy to finally be able to put her bags down. She pressed the button for her floor and leaned back onto the wall of the elevator. "I got to fix the spending limit already…" she said to herself, pulling the credit card out of her purse.

The elevator reached Catherine's floor. She picked up her bags and walked out. "Damn I went through all that on one street." As she reached the door, she put her hand in her purse, searching for the key. When she finally pulled it out, she quickly stuck it in the doorknob and went in.

She quickly pulled her laptop and booted it up. She paced back and forth while waiting, her boots loudly clicking. She opened up the blinds again and looked out the window. Out of nowhere, a pink circle appeared in the sky. "What the hell…?"

A beeping told her that her laptop had booted up, and she quickly ran over and clicked "connect". "Damn I hope she's on…otherwise no shopping all afternoon." Interested, she wandered back over to the window. The pink circle appeared to be getting larger. "Maybe it's a New York thing…"

Then, Catherine's jaw dropped in shock. As the circle stopped expanding, a huge, purple serpent emerged from it, with pieces of metal all over her body. "A…digimon? ...No…that would be impossible."

A light shining behind her made Catherine turn around. Floramon had emerged from her computer, and in an instant was Kiwimon. "Trouble brews."

"I thought I'd get to experience being a civilian this time!" Catherine grinned, "Glad I don't have to. Let's go!" She hoped on Kiwimon's back. He kicked over the window and they jumped out onto the ground below, Kiwimon's large, strong legs allowing for an easy landing.

"Is that thing a digimon?" Catherine asked.

"Yes," Kiwimon, "Gigadramon."

"Dark Side Attack!" Gigadramon blasted a building into nothing with a missile from his large, metal claw.

"We can't take on that thing alone!"

"Perhaps we won't have to," Kiwimon suggested, as a tall, thin, tanned girl came running up the street, being followed by a dark blue waddling bird.

"Penmon, digivolve to…Sabirdramon!" As the light faded, the little bird had become much larger, a black version of Birdramon.

Sabirdramon took to the air after Gigadramon.

"There are New York chosen? This damned country is more resourceful than I thought."

The girl looked over at Catherine and her partner. "A foreign chosen? If you're impressed by that, watch this."

The girl began to glow, as did Sabirdramon. The black bird flew towards the ground, directly at the girl. He missed by a few inches and whipped back around at her. Right before it was about to hit her, she jumped up into the air. As they met, their two glows became one. "Sabidramon, Hyper Digivolve to…Parrotmon!" They both exclaimed at once.

The glow faded and in their place was a large, green bird. "Damn…I want to be able to do that!" Catherine shouted.

"Flying would be good enough for me," Kiwimon stated.

Parrotmon soared up at Gigadramon. "My target arrives," the cyber dragon growled. "Dark Side Attack!" Out of his metal claw Gigadramon fired a missile at Parrotmon. With a flash the green bird dodged it.

"It's headed this way! Let's go!" His speed amazing Catherine as always, Kiwimon bolted off in the opposite direction of the missile's path, Catherine's hair waving behind her. They came to a sliding halt, nearly a mile away, as the missile hit the ground with a large explosion.

Catherine and Kiwimon looked back up to see Parrotmon rapid swinging at Gigadramon with his talons, while Gigadramon was taking swats at the bird with his metallic claws. "Where is everyone?" crowed Parrotmon, "Am I supposed to take this guy down alone?"

"Cold Flame!" A blue fireball shot at Gigadramon, and hit him in the side of his head. He looked down to see a large, blue, burning person, along with a red-hooded ghost holding a large scythe, standing atop a building.

"BlueMeramon and Phantomon."

"Damn…they got each other's backs covered!"

"This is interesting."

"3 defenders of this world…the more the better!" roared Gigadramon. "I'll kill you all at once!" He stuck his two arms directly out from his sides. "Double Dark Side Attack!" He shot two missiles, one at Parrotmon, and the other at BlueMeramon and Phantomon. Parrotmon quickly dodged. BlueMeramon and Phantomon jumped from the building they were standing on onto another.

"This has to end. Now!" BlueMeramon exclaimed. Phantomon nodded in agreement. "Cold Flame!"

"Soul Chopper!"

The two digimon fired their attacks together at Gigadramon. Catching their drift, Parrotmon joined in. "Mjolnir Thunder!!"

Wanting to join in, Kiwimon swiftly jumped up onto a balcony, Catherine still on his back. "Pummel Peck!!"

The 4 attacks combined right before Gigadramon and hit him with a large blast, deleting him. "I'm glad that's over," Catherine said, getting off of Kiwimon as he de-digivolved.

Parrotmon and Phantomon landed on the balcony and de-digivolved, Parrotmon to Penmon and the girl, Phantomon to a small, elephant-looking digimon and another girl, shorter than the other one. She was paler, with short, reddish-blonde hair.

"So, foreign chosen," said the first girl, "Who are you? Where are you from?"

"My name's Catherine," Catherine told them, "I'm from Paris."

"Ooo! France! I always wanted to go there!"

"I wish I could the say the same about New York."

The girl didn't see to hear here. "My name's Brooke."

"Amber," the other girl said simply.

"I am Bakumon." Amber's digimon bowed towards Catherine.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a girl running up the street. She had pink star-covered hair and a short, white skirt. A digimon, green with a pink flower on its head, followed her. "I can't believe you guys killed AGAIN!"

Amber turned around towards the girl. "So what? You make such a big deal about it!"

"Gah! You two!!…And Greg, too! You guys are so careless!"

"Mimi, it would have destroyed the entire city!" Brooke shot back. "That's like 10 million people!"

"You could have pulled it back into the warp! And not had to kill!"

"You're supposed to be the elder chosen!" Amber told her, "You should have gotten over your fear of killing by now. Like it or not, it's what we have to do!"

"There's an easy way and right way, and apparently you guys are the lazy asses who take the easy way!"

"How typical," Catherine muttered, "American chosen can't get along…"

All right, longest chapter yet. R&R PEOPLES! I need to know whether or not you people think this is a waste of time! Also, don't ask how Wallace's cousin knows all that stuff, it'll show up later. Hell, screw that. If it means you'll review the fic, you can ask!