Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Omaesan Aijou Itaranai ❯ prologue ( Prologue )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
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A/N: The title translates to "My Dear Incompetent Love." You'll see why when I finish the other parts.
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WARNINGS:
Yachi/Taito. YAYA!!! I'm an addict :D :D :D
Supernatural themes. Can't get enough of that stuff :D :D
Blood/Intense scenes. There will be a bit of that. Don't like? Just skip over it. But you're missing out.
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This fic is my gift to my co-author Angewomon2000. She requested it, and I was happy to comply. If you would like to use it on your website, please email me.


Omaesan Aijou Itaranai

VoodooDaisuke

Prologue

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He walked down the dank, deserted streets of Odaiba, all alone. Although the full moon shines brightly above, he knows he is taking a bad risk.
He stops to rest on a large brick building. Turning off the flashlight momentarily, he sighs, and looks ahead.
But… what was that? He hears something. And it's coming from the alley to his left.
Warily, he peeks around the corner.
There.
There it was again. That noise. He fumbles for his flashlight.
Another time. A growl.
That's what it was. A throaty, bloodthirsty, unforgiving growl.
Part of him wasn't wanting to know what it was. That part of him was screaming, NO! Run now! Backtrack around the building, take the long way! Curiosity killed the cat, as Mom said!
Nevertheless, his curiosity took him over. He turned on the bright beacon of light, shone it down the alley.
He tried to scream. However, that was muffled by large, strong, paw-like appendages of the thing.
Pain screamed through the young man's body as the thing latched on, puncturing gaping holes in his arm.
And he couldn't move.
I told you so… see what you get? A voice inside his head taunted.
About five minutes later, he rose again, unharmed. He had stopped screaming in that time, and he had changed.
On what were his feet, he ran off into the night.
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"I'm going to work now," the father called to his son. He left the house even though he received no reply.
As he stepped into the elevator, a young, disheveled man walked out. The young man looked as if he'd had a long night, for his bluish eyes were heavy and bore dark circles under them. His hair was twisted and strung over his face, dirty and sticking up everywhere. He looked as if he'd fell in a mud puddle.
"Hey, kid… are you all right?" the older man asked.
"Yeah… fine," the kid said. He twisted his thin frame around the working man, and down the hall.
Strange, though…after the elevator had begun its journey, the rumpled young man stepped into the same apartment the older man had left just a matter of minutes ago. He shut the door, and collapsed in a chair at the table.

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