Digital Balance (Sweet and Amanda)

[SweetSerenade]

Mei was half groggy still, even as the pleasure seemed to awaken a flame buried inside of her. She made a small mewling sound of pleasure, shuddering softly as her body arches and ached with delight. His fingers living small licking trails of fire in their wake, and her body stirring to rock against him gently. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her back, and she gave a small shuddering moan as his hand freed her other breast. She stretched out, arching and rocking back against him with the sensation of the air that covered her breasts now. The cool air puckered her nipples, making them hard, achy, and his touch warmed them but brought a different ache.

His other arm dipped and teased at the waist band of her underwear, and her breath left her in a shaking rush from the sensation of his lips playing across her throat. It had to be a dream, honestly had to be a dream. She turned in his arms, pressing herself close and wrapping her leg over his hip, she pressed firmly against him, rocking herself against his cock and her eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him in a groggy half-pleasured half-asleep fog. "Mnnn... Don't stop... please..." She murmured as she trailed her hand down his head to his back, her nails digging into his flesh a little as her lips nuzzled against his. She didn't care about morning breath, or anything like that. She was still half asleep and this was a beautiful moment for her.

Her mind was still riding the high of the pleasant dreams, as her lips nuzzled against his and she rocked closer. Begging, cajoling him to touch and tease her more. She needed his touch, craved his touch, even in her half-asleep state too much of her emotions was coming through in this moment. Her womanhood, covered in her underwear, pressing against his cock and rubbing against him and those delicious piercings that were up and down the length of him. The rubbing caused friction on her clit and small mewling sounds of pleasure fled her lips as she gave a small delicate pant from the sensations.

[Amandashow]

If this was a dream, Yamato prayed he would never wake. Selfish, perhaps but he had already established himself as anything but the bearer of the crest of Friendship. So what was one more sin? Here, he was happy. With Mei pressing into him wantonly was thrilling, feeding some long dead desire for real companionship and affection. Could he ever love her, the way a woman like Mei deserved to be loved? Or would she, as Mei put it, be just another notch in his bedpost, another of his countless conquests? In his sleep-heavy mind, he dared to dream. The great rock n roll star Yamato Ishida, settling for one woman? Stranger things had happened....

The flames in Mei seemed to catch with Yamato, spread through him like a wildfire until the room was ablaze with the heat of their passion. She rolled over and he let her, smoothing his hands in wonder over the flatness of her belly, the gentle rise of her hips and buttocks. He slipped a hand inside of her panties from behind, caressing the soft flesh of her backside before sliding her underwear down around her thighs.

The sight of her puckered, pierce nipples sent a thrill through his tight frame, so wound up he bowed his head over the first and closed his mouth over their stiffness. The familiar taste of metal filled his mouth, sending sparks over his tongue like he had just licked the head of a battery. Lingering just below the surface of that coppery sensation was her, Mei, the intoxicating flavor of her body. He groped his hand up to cup her breasts from underneath while he suckled against her.

Mei was gyrating up and down his length of manhood, making him shudder. The sensitive barbells threaded through his aching shaft gave him electric sparks as they were ground against her mound. Yet he resisted taking her. Oh, how easy it would be now! He could so easily roll atop her, collect her hands behind her head and kiss her mouth fiercely, stealing all chances to deny him again. She was so wet between the legs and he so hard, he could guild himself easily inside of her without the need for a hand. He recalled her tight nest constricting his fingers and trembled all over, longing to give that sweet release to his swollen, aching member. Yet, he resisted. Fought off that urge to claim her and instead enjoy the sensation of her body against his and simply...explored. There was so many things different about this, about Mei. When was the last time he had had sex sober? How long had it been since foreplay was his main focus? At what point, had Yamato stopped caring?   

[SweetSerenade]

Mei hoped and prayed that this was a dream, because in a dream someone like Yamato could want someone like her. He was a powerful rock star, someone that had legions of fans. He was wanted and desired, and she was a nobody that hid behind her TA job. But she was also a Degidestined, apparently, which really made the woman fearful for what the future brought. But in a dream, they were nothing but Yamato and Mei, and they could be happy together. She shuddered and gave a small sigh as she realized that what she wanted most was his company. No more lonely nights, no more night terrors of her father's death video.

She had been kissing him, and he pulled away. His hand smoothing over her stomach and then around to cup her under her underwear. His hand sliding across the flesh of her ass, and her body shivering as she realized that he really was touching her. She gave a small moan in response as he pushed her underwear down, and her eyes fluttered open again to watch him. He was looking at her so intently, with his eyes just as sleepy as hers.

Then his head dipped down and her breath stopped as his lips wrapped around her nipple again. Just like before, except this time it slammed into her mind with a ferocity that made her shudder and moan in a deep delight. She rocked against him, her womanhood no longer covered by her undergarments. She was bare against him, just slick flesh grinding on hot and pierced flesh. She cried out softly at the start difference, and arched back to give his mouth and hand more room to work on her chest. She was quivering, aching, and her body was flaming to life from the touch of this man. "Yamato..." She said in a shaking voice, her eyes fluttering open for a moment so she could watch him. "Please... don't stop... It feels good." She whispered, her voice almost barely audible as she ground herself against him again. A shivering moan left her in response to the feeling of his pierced cock grinding against such sensitive flesh.

If she wasn't careful she might cum from this alone.

[Amandashow]

Was it possible for a woman to finish a man with only the sounds of her desperate pleas? The sound of her voice, so wanton and eager, clouded his thoughts until nothing but their shared pleasure remained. Her body became his sole focus. Mei's pleasure became his own and somewhere along the way, their bodies seemed to become one. Had he ever shared such an erotic moment with anyone before? His flesh ached to be inside of her, to have her in so many different ways, more ways than were possible in a single lifetime. Yamato thought he would die with so much desire.

He kissed her lips then, pouring that fierce yearning into her like a liquid fire. His hand slipped down her pubic bone, finding her sex with his fingers and gasped into her mouth upon finding her slick, wet and ready. He massaged his middle finger through her cleft, smearing her mess like he was applying a cream. Yamato nibbled at her bottom lip before pressing her into another kiss, teasing her slick entrance with the tips of his fingers as if testing the tune of fine piano keys. He scoured her neck next, spreading that searing flame across her feverish flesh, down to her chest like a forest fire. "Mei," he moaned into her body, between nibbles and chaste kisses. "Mei, oh, Mei..." until it became a lewd mantra.

His cock was screaming for release between them, the head swollen into an angry purple knot, glistening with pre-ejaculate. At last his finger pierced her delicate flower, two of them, higher and higher until the heel of his palm was pressed against her heated sex and leaving a puddle in his hand.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei's breath was coming in short gasps now, the pleasure spiraling up inside of her as she cried out softly in pleasure. Her small sounds were starting to get louder as he touched her. His touched sending fire through her, and her small hands started to glide across his flesh. Her breath picking up as he kissed her. She kissed him back, crying softly and rocking her mouth against his. She was quivering in delight, the pleasure building further and further. His hand came down her flesh and then she felt him touching her. She was alight with pleasure and her body arched into the touch.

She felt it was only fair so she reached down with delicate fingers to start stroking them across the flesh of his cock. Her cheeks flushed as her lips pressed against his. She kissed him, nibbling, and mimicking what he did. A moan leaving her as she stroked him harder and faster, her eyes flaring with pleasure as she rocked against the hand that teased and tormented her.

"Ah... Yamato..." She said softly, her response to his whisper of her name. Her eyes locked on his, her green on his blue. She stroked and then rocked against the fingers buried inside of her, the pleasure curling and building up inside of her. She moaned softly, crying a little in pleasure as she rocked against him even harder. Her hand stroked and she watched him.

[Amandashow]

His labored breath matched her own, Yamato fighting with all of his being to prolong this experience for as long as possible. Already their shared excitement was reaching a fever pitch, threatening to boil over and explode like a pot of water. Her body constricted deliciously around his probing fingers until she sheets beneath them were drenched in her arousal. Her heady scent permeated the room, maddening him until Yamato was trembling with barely contained lust. His eyes met hers, dark and cloudy like a storm of desire, allowing her to see his need for her. He bit into his lip sharply, hard enough to hurt. It was the only thing holding him back now as her fingers found his aching sex.

Her hands were soft, warm against him, a succulent juxtaposition. He felt he may melt into her hand, his member dissolved into a molten slag between her fingers. He was feverish, hot to the touch as she guided a hand up and down his length, furiously masturbating him to near climax, until his cries matched hers in volume.

"Let me inside of you," he rasped, his voice a harsh growl from the pent up frustration. He rolled her over onto her back, hovering above her with his length still between her hands, awaiting permission despite bursting with need. "Let me make love to you." He kissed her mouth before she could answer, hips bucking against her restraining hand. "We can cum together..."

[SweetSerenade]

Green eyes closed for a moment as she moaned, her body writhing now as she arched against his hand. The pleasure was there, getting closer and closer, her hand stroked harder and faster. The slickness of her body was already all over his cock from her grinding on him earlier. She was so wet, so desperate in this dream. She wanted him to want her, wanted him to need her. She wanted this dream to be happy, and have the kinds of things she couldn't have in the waking world. Her breath left her quickly as the sounds got louder, she was so closer to the edge but she knew there was still some time there.

He had driven her so close to the edge the night before, the way his mouth had played on her flesh. The way he had teased and taunted her. She cried out gently, her back arching as she ground against him harder and faster. Her body quivering around his fingers, and her core getting hotter and tighter as her body started to spiral.

It was a dream, had to be a dream... So in this dream she could be with him without being another conquest. His voice whispered like silk in her ears as he rolled her on her back, her body arching to meet his as she stroked his flesh for a moment. Her legs wrapping around his and then her hand releasing his cock as she stared up at him with a look of utter trust and lust. "Please... I want you. Yamato, I really do." She whispered as her hand came up and cupped his cheek as she kissed him, moaning softly as those first layers of quickening started to slip through her system. She was so close to cumming, and the feeling of him against her... the thought of him inside of her with all those piercings rubbing her in all the right places. She cried out, shuddering from that thought and opened herself to him pushing against his hand. "Yes, please... Yamato... Please "

[Amandashow]

The words played over and over through his mind. He could hardly believe it after their night together, that she would allow him to make love to her at last. His mind swam with the possibilities until he too wondered if this were a dream. If this is all in my head, he mused, positioning his hips between her legs, never ever let me wake up. He looked down the length of their bodies, marveling at the contrasting figures. His slender frame hovering just above hers but the similarities ended there. His tattoos great swatches of color down his front. The glittering jewels in her nipples. His cock, hard and shining dully with his Jacob's Ladder piercings running up the length from the base poised at her soft, tender folds. It almost looked too large for her, too much for her virginal flower that had never known the flesh of a man before now.

Yamato hesitated. Could he really take her virginity? All at once it felt a bit like a great theft, something he would rob from her forever. His old reservations were returning and, fearing Mei's would as well, cupped her hands in his and guided his erection between her legs. The heat from her sex reached out to him with ethereal fingers, coaxing him forward. His lips found hers again, wanting to feel every inch of her reaction once he entered her body for the first time. Would she cry out? Would he? Would her body writhe and quake beneath him in the sudden onslaught of a fierce orgasm? Yamato pressed the swollen head against her, the mess of their shared arousal meeting at last. He inhaled a deep breath, held it, preparing to slid himself the rest of the way in. Despite the eagerness, he knew that he must take it slow for Mei's sake. No matter how wet she was, there was still a possibility that he could hurt her if he went too fast, too soon. He had remarkable control over his body, arching his hips gently to hers. Her could feel Mei begin to part for him, those dewy pedals falling away for him-

The door was thrown open with a crack of plaster siding and splintering wood. It rattled in its frame, threatening to shake itself off the antique brass hinges as their Digimon companions stormed into the room with a force typically reserved for category 4 hurricanes.

"Don't worry, Matt," Gabumon cried, bounding into the room. "We're here to...help?" Nyamon's climb up onto the mattress was more graceful, barely warranting a sigh from the bed with her light, felines weight. Gabumon struggled to haul his considerable girth up after, rolling up on his side like a beached manatee. "We heard strange noises and thought perhaps that you were under attack again!"

Yamato waved him away, still grimacing in pain with one hand clutched firmly between his legs while the other wrestled the bedsheet up to cover he and Mei. The sudden entrance had startled him, startled them both, and the sudden shift as he whirled around to see what the matter was caused his erection to slip and plunge downward and press forcefully into Mei's taint. Gritting his teeth, he waved them away, unable to speak at all. it felt for all the world that he had been snapped in two!

[SweetSerenade]

Mei watched him, her dreaming mind - was she dreaming?- made her eyes alight with the true feelings she had for him. She cried out softly, her arms tangling around him as her cheeks flushed. She was waiting, ready and she could feel him pressing close. Her eyes widened as she waited, poised for that moment. Her breath catching as she stared up at him with all the love her young heart had built for this man. In a dream she could show that, she could portray it. "Go ahead Yamato..." She whispered her lips grazing his and then she gave a startled scream as soon as the door slammed open. Yamato slammed into her but not the way she had been hoping. She cried out in pain rolling away and curling up.

"I told you we shouldn't bother them." Nyamon said in that dry voice. "Though I wish we had sooner, and this wouldn't have happened." She said as she gave Yamato a dark look. As if to say I don't care if she loves you, you aren't good enough as you are right now.. With that the feline hopped down looking around the room and wrinkling her nose. "Don't we have to get everything packed and ready, so we can see the rest of the group before going to the Digital world?" She asked then.

Mei gave a cry of surprise, as the pain subsided. It wasn't a dream "It wasn't a dream!" She said in shock as she rolled off of the bed and grabbed her underwear in the process. She bolted into the other part of the house and grabbed her bag. Trying to collect herself, shower shower she needed a shower. "I'm taking your shower!" She cried out as she raced off into the direction she remembered it from the night before. SHe couldn't, she couldn't face him as she was. SHe needed to distance herself from him, from this. She gave a shaking breath as she closed and locked the door and sank to her knees and shook. She had almost become another notch on his post.

"They were about to make a Digiegg." Nyamon said sarcastically as she started to pad out of the room. "Oh and Yamato? She isn't on birth control." With that the digimon grabbed the door and slammed it.

[Amandashow]

Everything was happening so fast it was hard for Yamato to get a firm grasp on the situation, let alone react to it. He clutched a wad of bedsheet to his privates, looking from one Digimon to the next in an exacerbated silence. Just behind them, the door gave a sorrowful moan then slipped off its hinges. It did a sort of 'walk', balancing on its two bottom edges like feet for a step or two before falling flat on the floor with another loud crash. A fist-sized chunk of plaster came free from the drywall next, crumbling to the hardwood like cookie crumbs. Gabumon had the decency to look sheepish about it. He even winced regretfully when the door broke. Nyamon though? Not so much...

Beside him, Mei gave a shriek about dreams then rushed away, half-naked. He reached after her but any movement, no matter how subtle was too painful for words. Like someone had hooked up a car battery to his genitals, everything felt like a surge of three hundred volts. He rocked onto his side, still favoring his waning erection as if it too was retreating in shock.

"I'm so sorry, Matt," Gabumon gushed, his cheeks reddening. He gestured with a clawed hand back at the path of destruction. "When we heard...I don't even know what we heard....and Nyamon..." He trailed off, scratching sheepishly at the back of his horned head.

Yamato waved it away, finding his voice at last thought it came out as a strained whisper. "S-s-s'okay, Gabumon," he moaned. "Ju-just give me a few minutes to get dress, huh?" Gabumon bowed politely at that and bounced off the foot of the bed. Nyamon lingered for a beat longer however, her tail swishing mischievously. She threw him another contemptuous look and bounded away after Gabumon, satisfied that whatever moment he and Mei were sharing had thoroughly ended. He didn't have the voice to reply to the cat-like digimon, could only cap in reply at the revelation of birth control and turn a shade of scarlet at the barbed jest 'making a Digiegg'. He had not bothered with a condom and if Mei wasn't taking any form of birth control, that wasn't too far away from the truth. He was so stunned and wounded that the notion of a Digimon possessing knowledge of human contraceptive did not occur to him right away.

Gabumon was quick to correct Nyamon on her assumptions about Digimon Eggs. "That is not how Digieggs are produced," he explained while leading the way out. "They don't begin when a daddy digimon and a mommy digimon love each other very much. They..." He paused, screwing up his face in after thought. Gabumon breathed, "Oh....OH. OOOOOOOH! Nevermind."

Once alone, Yamato swung his legs out of bed to inspect the damage. His cock had gone limp again, still aching slightly but otherwise appeared unharmed. He breathed a sigh of relief, like a boy with his favorite toy. Not wanting to chance another awkward moment with Mei, he pulled his drawers opened and pulled out fresh clothes, trying to call the strange events of the morning. Jeez, not even breakfast and already weirded out...

He struggled his legs into a pair of jeans, realizing all at once that he had not had any time to pack anything for the trip! Shit, what time had Tai wanted to meet for their departure to the Digital World? He slipped a faded Joy Division tee over his head and worked it down to his middle. He hopped over to the closet on one foot, trying to struggle into socks and look for a suitcase or duffle for the trip. 

[SweetSerenade]

Mei made sure the door to the bathroom was locked and then started to dig through her bag for a clean outfit. Something covering, something that wouldn't reveal anything of her body. She turned her attention to the shower, and then reached into the bag for one of her toys. It was quiet as hell, but strong as fuck. She was beyond pent up, she couldn't take it anymore, she damn well needed a little relief or even the slightest touch from Yamato would put her on edge. She had been tormented more in 24 hours than she had ever felt in her entire young life.

She gave a shaking sigh as she turned the water on at high blast, her hands checking the temperature. She stripped down and slipped into the water. She focused on cleaning herself first, even if her body was so reactive to her touch. Even brushing her fingers across her nibbles brought a shuddering sigh, her mind spinning with the memory of Yamato's mouth sucking and teasing those beautiful peaks. When she brushed her hands lower, the swollen aroused flesh of her womanhood caused her to whimper and nearly drop to her knees. Gods damnit, she was wound up.

She rushed through washing her hair and then dropped herself down to the floor of the shower. The toy was water proof with all sorts of lovely things. It had a clitoral stimulation piece, and the dildo had parts inside that would roll and rock the little nubs that covered it's length. It's vibrations were some of the strongest she had known as well. With a shivering sigh of anticipation, as she was already quite wet, she spread her legs and leaned back to press the tip of the vibrating dildo into the entrance of her womanhood. She shoved her fist in her mouth and flicked the device on as she pushed it deeper and deeper into her body. She rocked against it, her mind spinning with the sensations of the toy burying and twisting inside of her.

Her mind spun away as she imagined that it was Yamato's pierced cock buried so deep inside of her. The little prongs of the clitoral aspect of the toy wrapped around both sides of her clit and her mind started to spin out of control as she just rocked herself on the toy and let the vibrations start the quivering that had nearly broke to the surface several times in the last 24 hours. With a shaking cry against her fist, her mind fractured at the sensation of the orgasm that ripped through her. She lay there, on the shower floor, her mind spinning with the relief of her release. It took off the edge, but that had been a strong one - likely from the amount of teasing she had been through.

With a shaking sigh she pulled the toy free and turned her head towards the shower door. She shivered, sitting up, and rinsed and washed the toy. She turned the water off and slipped out from the shower. She put her toy away, started drying off and wrapped up her hair to dry. She dressed again, this time in plain black undergarments. She slipped into black pants, shivering just a little. Her shirt was a plain black tshirt with strange swirling white designs. With her bag completely repacked she threw the bag on her back and slipped out of the bathroom. She went straight for the kitchen to use some of her supplies to put together a basic breakfast. Taking a moment to smoke a cigarette as she did. Her legs, and thighs, still quivering from her orgasm.

[Amandashow]

Yamato had anticipated the closet to be in a state of disarray. A long bar of barren hangers and single swinging lightbulb creating a halo of sallow light over a pile of wrinkled clothes in varying states of cleanliness with the filthiest items piled below. He blinked at what lay before him like he had just wandered into a room and forgotten what he had come in for. Either side was lined with a neat arrangement of clothing, some still sealed inside of plastic bags. The floor was dominated by rotating racks of sneakers, boots, loafers and moccasins, something for every occasion.

"Since when do I own moccasins?" he asked aloud, studying the leather tassels of the shoe. He moved down the line with bemused interest, passing a series of three-piece suits, tuxedos and other designer-wear. It was a strange feeling, like he was perusing a complete strangers closet and couldn't shake the sensation that he was somehow invading some else's privacy. Almost like at any moment the owner of all these extravagant outfits could storm in and catch him....doing what exactly? Puzzling over shoes?

Yamato shook off his nerves and began pulling shirts and pants free from the hooks, tossing them into a haphazard pile on the bed. He thought, at least I'm going to have more than one outfit to wear while backpacking around the Digital World. He visualized himself at such a young age; a coltish adolescent wearing jeans his mother assured he would grow into, a sleeveless, rolled collar shirt and...brown gloves? He shook his head at the memory, ghosting a hand through his hair half-expecting to pass through a crown of blonde spikes. Ah, late 90's fashion...

He found a brand new gym bag with the price tag still attached to the strap and tossed it out beside the modest pile of jeans and t-shirts. He had just begun to contemplate the process of marrying such a large, unfolded pile with the space available in the bag when his doorbell chimed. He glanced up as if to see the pealing bell dangling over his head. A foolish gesture bore from so much confusion and anxiety and with a healthy red glow to his cheek, Yamato made his way through the penthouse to the front door in his bare feet. Who could be calling so early?

The doorknob jittered impatiently, followed by another ringing of the doorbell. "Alright, alright!" Yamato cried, furiously unlatching the chain. "It's too damn early for-!"

Yoshi Masahara rushed him through the threshold, his pudgy hands working their way over Yamato's before he could finish, cutting him off with a startled cry.

"Yamato-baby! I've been trying to reach you all day! Phone of yours keep going straight to voicemail, your inbox is about to bust! I was worried about my Golden Boy so I decided to come right over and cheek on him!" The man beamed up at Yamato, their height difference more pronounced now that he was so close, with his former manager's comb-over brushing just beneath the youth's chin. He reached up two beefy, liver-spotted hands to clap Yamato's cheeks between. "Baby, baby, you sleepin' okay? You look like death warmed over, if you'll pardon the cliché. We'll get some breakfast in you before we leave." He gave Yamato's whole head a hearty shake that was supposed to be reassuring. "Haven't I always taken care of my Golden Boy? Hey, who's lookin' out for you, baby?"

He suddenly released his former charge and sauntered into the room, jigging his way into the kitchen without a backward glance. Yamato noticed that Yoshi had changed his suit, showered, even shaved. His comb over looked particularly impeccable this morning and did a good job of mostly hiding his bald crown. Mostly.

"What are you doing here, Yoshi?" Yamato asked after weathering the rapid fire lip assault he had just received. "I fired you. You remember that you were fired?"

Yoshi had vanished behind the island in the kitchen. Only his hand was visible as he rummaged about in cabinets. "Oh, kid, we both said a lot of stuff we didn't mean. Totally understandable, right? Emotions were high! You were stressed, I was stressed the whole damn town tore itself apart once the news hit! Giant monster attacks Japan. What're the odds of that?" Yoshi reappeared with his lips pursed together and glanced around with hands on hips. "Where did you....?" He spotted the bottle of alcohol on the counter and snapped his fingers, pointing at it. "There she blows! C'mere, Yamato-baby. Breakfast is served." He produced two glasses from the cupboard, shoved them into ice from the freezer then set to pouring. "The attack during the show has gone viral. You heard me right. VI-RAL. The whole world saw you fighting a big ass cockroach and totally kick its ass! Baby, the Teen-Age Wolves are hotter now than they ever have been before. I could kiss that bug right on the pincers for this! It's only been..." He checked his wristwatch. "....not even twelve hours, and our albums are selling out all over the world. Merchandise is up over 200% on the website and I got the media beating down my door for exclusives, movie deals, special appearances, a television show where you and Flava Flav stay at haunted B & B's!" He raised his glass dreamily into the air, toasting success. He passed Yamato his glass before guzzling down his own. "Don't be shy, Yamato-baby! It's after 5 somewhere!" Yoshi roared with laughter, turning to pour himself another drink when Mei entered the room. "Oh...hey...forgive me." He gave the faintest of bows before eyeing his ex-client sideways. "Guess I see what kept you up all night."   

[SweetSerenade]

Mei's mood seemed to change rather suddenly as she stopped in getting ready to prepare breakfast. She reached for the bottle of liquor and slammed it on the inside of the sink, shattering it and watching it go down the drain. "You are NOT drinking first thing in the morning." She stated as she stabbed her finger at Yamato and lit up her smoke. "We need to pack and get ready to meet the others." She stated as she turned her head towards the food she had put away and the food she had brought to cook. She was almost ignoring Yoshi at that moment as she started to crack eggs and fry meat.

"Nyamon! Gabumon! I'm making breakfast, you two clean up that blanket fort you made to sleep in. We aren't going to be back here for awhile." She called out as she flicked the ashes of her smoke in the sink. Then stopped and turned her attention towards Yoshi. "You're here? Did you forget?" She stated simply as she stared at him with a rather dark intent in her eyes. Her mouth tightened into a thin line as her eyes narrowed.

Nyamon came into the kitchen, and jumped up on the counter next to the fridge, staring straight at Yoshi. "You have no right to be here, we have work to get ready for." The cat said as she jumped over to the opposite counter and then flicked her tail right at the man.

Mei crossed her arms and stared at him, quite happily wearing her change of clothing. Her good mood ruined at the moment. She uncrossed her arms and returned to cooking food - preparing plates and everything. "You are not welcome here, Leave now and I might not call my father's friends to have you killed." She stated simply. It was a joke, really, but she made it not sound like one. "I made it clear last night, that Yamato is leaving, we are all leaving, we have to go to the Digital World. If you can't accept that, and pull your head out of your ass, that's your fault."

[Amandashow]

Yoshi tried to treat Mei's sudden appearance with as much courtesy as he could muster but that amounted to less than a tablespoon. He had always harbored a secret jealously of Yamato's good fortune when it came to the opposite sex. The money from managing one of the hottest rock n roll acts on the planet was nice and while it did sometimes result in a girl or two warming his bed at night, even he wasn't foolish enough to believe they were there for his personality.

Everything revolved around Yamato, even pussy he wasn't fucking. Still, you don't bite the hand that feeds you and last night, Yoshi had lost his cool. He was here now to make amends in the only way he knew how.

He flinched noticeably when Mei shattered the bottle into the sink. "Yamato-baby," Yoshi said, forcing a smile to play off the distress. "I didn't realize that you got married last night!" He said married like it was a foul tasting four letter word. "Could have at least gotten an invite, thrown you a bachelor party that would make you cry during your vows for whole different reasons!" He waved his little pinky at Mei, the one bearing the largest of his rocks.

Yamato starred at Mei in the aftermath, recalling the same tigress rearing her head before and she was just as intimidating now as then. He adjusted his gaze to the glass of offered whiskey before pushing it away, back to a flabbergasted Yoshi Masahara. His manager looked from him to the glass and back before shrugging his thick shoulders around the area where his neck might have been and scooped it up.

"Suit yourself." He downed it in one gulp.

Yamato watched them move around the kitchen, wondering after how easily this man could get his hooks into him. had he really fallen so far? Even after all they had been through, all that had been said between them, Yoshi still had a mysterious hold on him. Some strange spell concocted from alcohol and greed and egotism and Yamato never hesitated to suck it down. It wasn't arrogance that had driven Yoshi to barge into his penthouse apartment unannounced, thinking that everything that had transpired was just water under the bridge. No, it was experience.

The two Mon's hesitated at the order, wondering if they should stick around and watch the strange intruder through a mix of concern and morbid fascination. Gabumon most of all, seemed especially concerned. "Is...everything alright, Matt?" He asked tentatively, shuffling his furry feet.

"Yeah, buddy. Everything is cool. Go on, do what Mei said about the fort."

He turned to Mei and her cat-like digimon with what he thought was a sympathetic look. If he had any reservations about speaking to what amounted to a talking feline, he did not show it. Yoshi was flexible like that. Patronizingly, he said, "Listen, Cinderella, I know one night with my Yamato here makes you feel like the Queen of the world but at the end of the day, the ball is going to end, your carriage is going to turn into a pumpkin and you'll go back to making clothes out of hand-me-downs with your rodent pals." He smoothed a hand over the thatch of combed over jet-black hair. "Honey, anyone your daddy could get to kill me, I probably already know. They might like him more, but I'd pay better." He winked but there was nothing playful about the gesture.

Yamato rose from his stool so suddenly that it knocked over behind him, drawing his manager's attention. "You need to leave. Right now, Yoshi. We're through. Take your crazy someplace because," he glanced back at his Digimon partner, dutifully folding laundry over his outstretched arm, "we're all stocked up here."

Yoshi was undeterred. "Baby, baby, baby!" he moaned and grabbed at his temples with both hands as if suffering through a migraine. "You gotta stop all this talk about the Digital World now. That's old hat, toots, you feel me? What about the real world? Are we all supposed to march in place or shut down so you can run off with some broad to play happy family?" He leaned forward to plant a beefy hand over his thin shoulder, giving it a fatherly squeeze. "We both know that monogamy isn't for you. We both know that...whatever this is could not possibly last-!"

Yamato seized him by the lapels and hauled him bodily over the dividing island between them, wrestling the man to the floor.

[SweetSerenade]

"Shit" The Feline digimon said as she realized what Yoshi had said, the Feline dove over the Island and skidded to where Gabumon was. Crouching on the ground, all of her fur on end. If there was one thing that set Mei off it was specific comments in relation for her father.

Mei stood stock still, her green eyes locked on Yoshi with a darkness that could have floored even the darkest of Digimon. In those eyes flashed horror beyond recognition, the eyes of a young woman that had seen how terrorists had killed her father. She calmly set the food on plates, scooting them out of the way as Yamato began to wrestle Yoshi. The small woman approached and quietly pinched the back of the Managers neck. She looked at Yamato and just calmly continued to hold Yoshi like that. She flicked her gaze to Yamato and then crouched down fully so she was poised above Yoshi.

"Let me explain something to you. My father was US Military, Special Ops. He died fighting for the freedom of many people, and he was murdered by the Terrorists where he was stationed. See, what people like you don't realize - is just because someone is tiny doesn't mean they can't be scary. I know the darkness of this world, and I know how bad it can get. I was just barely a young woman when me and my mother were sent the video that showed my father's torture and death. Now, if you really think you can pay off his old War buddies - feel free, but I highly doubt it." She said as she continued to maintain that hold on the back of the managers neck.

"This is not a game. If you have forgotten what happened all those years ago, then that is your fault. But the entire World has known what happens when the Digital World blends with ours, and when we don't keep it in check. The Digidestined handle this." Mei whispered as her face lowered towards Yoshi just a little. "And for your information, I'm not Cinderella - Yamato is not the Prince, and you are not going to get rich off of him any longer. When I let go of your neck, you leave. You don't speak to us again, you don't even breath in our general direction. Because the next time I see you is the next time you find out what pain is. Am. I. Clear."

[Amandashow]

Yoshi had not been in a fight since the third grade. It was an embarrassing scrape to say the least, since even back then he was on the portly side of the scale and preferred watching such violence on the television in the form of super sentai programs rather than engage them. He held both arms up, crossed over his paled face in a feeble attempt to protect himself. He braced for a blow that was taking an eternity to land. That or it was Einstein's theory of relativity in action. What happened instead was most unusual. He felt a slight pinch against the back of his neck and when he chanced a peak through his meager defenses, he found Mei standing over him with her hand outstretched to his throat. "What in the devil are you-?" He tried to sit up but a lightning bolt of pain rocketed through his fat frame, forcing him back down to the floor. Yoshi stammered out a cry of agony, writhing but that only seemed to make it worse. He resolved himself to sit still.

Yamato felt Mei's anger radiating off of her like a heat wave. He imagined the scene playing out in manga or anime and envisioned a red, pulsating outline around her body that only seemed to get wider and darker as the panels progressed. The air seemed to have evacuated the room and all eyes were glued to Mei, waiting to see what she would do next. A tense quiet followed and for a moment, it felt like time really had come to pause, brought to a grinding halt by the sheer force of the young woman's anger. What came next would have surprised some. They would have anticipated a shouting outburst, a passionate rant full of swearing and more physical violence. Yamato had not known Mei long but even he realized that this methodical, deliberate speech was far more dangerous. He begged off, loosening his grip on the man's blazer and stepped away, clapping his hands together as if brushing away dirt.

Yoshi nodded his head hurriedly in agreement despite the searing pain it caused. "Y-yes, anything you want! Anything you-just let me go!" He clasped his hands together, feinting a prayer. "You're really hurting my-AH-if you could just loosen your grip on my NECK!"

Yamato wasn't nearly as contained when it came to his anger and stalked away, shaking with fury. He stalked into his bedroom, over the door lying on the floor and wished it were on the hinges so he could slam it shut or rip it off all over again. He grabbed handfuls of his scalp, flexing his fingers until they became tearing claws. He stifled a scream by biting down hard onto his tongue. He slapped both hands down on the nightstand and upended it, sending the alarm clock and lamp flying into the air. It landed on the floor with a crash, the three drawers spilling open like intestines, spilling their contents. That wasn't enough. He tore his sheets away, hurling the mattress onto its side. He raked his hands along the walls, hurling the frames away. The dresser was next and split apart down the side when it tumbled over. He wrenched one of the acoustic guitars free from the hook, feeling momentarily like the Clash's Paul Simonon from the London Calling album, and smashed it against the box spring.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei stepped back, the darkness in her green eyes was something that seemed to radiate from her. She loosened her hand on Yoshi's neck, and stared down at him. "When we return from the Digital World, Yamato will make his own choices on his life. No more drinking, nor more whores. No more Yoshi." She stated simply as she turned and started to check over the food. Her hands picked up the smoke that had burned itself out and threw it in the trash. She grabbed the pack and lit up as smoke and turned back towards making sure the food was finished for the morning. She started toasting (more like frying) bread in a pan and completely ignored Yoshi.

"You can go now, your presence is no longer needed." She stated simply as she continued to work on the food. "Nyamon, Gabumon, the food is done. Come eat breakfast." She said as she piled up plates with food for the mons. She then made a plate for herself and Yamato and held the smoke between her lips as she walked away from the kitchen.

She could hear the commotion and simply stood in the doorway. "Eat breakfast, Yamato. Then pack up whatever you feel you cannot live without. Things that matter to you, I have a feeling your Apartment will be ransacked and sold off while we are gone." She stated simply as she walked over to the dresser in the room and swept trash off of the top to set down his plate. "Eat, you need the strength." She said, she was strangely quiet - almost empty after the anger from before. "I'm sorry you had to hear that... see that..."

[Amandashow]

Yoshi rolled to his side once freed, hand immediately groping to his sore throat and trying to massage away the worst of the pain. Slowly, he collected his feet beneath him and stood up, face red and eyes visibly wet with unshed tears. His tie was askew and there was deep fissure like wrinkles in his jacket. His shirt had come untucked too, spilling out around his middle like a white gown. Yoshi fingers his running nose, then his eyes, sniffling before he used the end of his tie like a handkerchief and dabbed his face dry. "You think you know what's best for Yamato Ishida? Lady, that guy is an atomic train wreck! The Teen-age Wolves wouldn't be anything without me! The world wouldn't have given a shit about some punk kid from Odaiba. They're as common as fleas on a dog!" Despite his brazen attitude, he was quickly backing toward the door. Distance brought a renewed boldness, "I made this band and held it together for years. Without me, they would have fallen apart ages ago, the whole damn thing down his throat with a shot of tequila and where would he be? Pumping gas at some filling station. Tell me, would you still be so in love with him then?" His hands groped for the knob behind him blindly. He gave it a hard turn and stepped out onto the terrace. This isn't over, he thought to himself, slamming the door behind him. He stormed off to the elevator, the wind tearing at his suit with savage fingers. Not by a long shot is this over...

The guitar had erupted with a resonating sour note that seemed to shake the windows. Yamato came to a rest beside it, panting down at the carpet but it had not done any good. He was still full of rage until he thought it would manifest itself as a living flame and consume him on the spot. He felt hot and slouched into the bathroom to duck his mouth beneath the faucet. Yoshi's words cut deep, exposed wounds that should have healed ages ago but were raw now as if they were fresh. Yoshi wasn't some vile Mephistopheles, temptation made flesh. He was Yamato's failings, an albatross worn around his throat, a burden. A curse. He and Yoshi, they deserved each other. Who was he kidding? If he were any real friend to any of the Digidestined, he would take a running start and hurl himself through the bedroom window.

Yamato swallowed another mouthful of water and gauged his reflection in the mirror. He reeled his fist back, meaning to strike the glass with all of his might. He let his hand drop to the sink basin dejected. It was too cliché. Wouldn't make anything that Yoshi had said untrue and that was the biggest disappointment of all. Who had he been fooling? Besides himself, that is. In an envelope of bated breath, warm flesh and cold sheets a person can fool himself into believe anything and for a moment too long, Yamato thought that he and Mei could have a future together. He could give up his vices and give himself wholly to one person. But that wasn't the Yamato Yoshi knew. The rose colored glasses had been fanciful for a time but Yoshi had one what managers did best and set him straight. Yamato could never be deserving anyone's love, not after the broken hearts trailing behind him. He was unworthy to even try and what he had done to Mei, seduced her into his bed, was a terrible crime.

He returned to his ransacked bedroom and proceeded to stuff the clothes scattered about the floor into the gym bag. He dimly recalled a few jeans and shirts, socks but looking back later Yamato could not be certain what he packed. Hauling the thing into the living room and rejoined Mei. He took a seat at the edge of the box spring suddenly feeling foolish in her presence, ignoring the plate of the food and instead held out two fingers to Mei. "Got a cigarette?"

He perused the room, thinking about what Mei had advised, thinking about things that mattered to him. The penthouse was bulging at the seams with valuables, rare items and rock n roll memorabilia yet.... "There isn't anything of value here," he said at last, looking away to the floor. "I guess...we've both seen each other at our worst, huh?"

[SweetSerenade]

Mei's entire world had narrowed into that moment. Even after Yamato left, her gaze turned to Yoshi as she just watched him. "Yes, yes I would. Because I see him as who he is - not what he is." She stated finally she had left to do what she had decided on, and had waited for Yamato to come down from his freak out. She just leaned against the dresser, her eyes closed as he started to pack some clothes. He hauled the bag out and she lit up a smoke, dragging over a random empty can to use as an ash tray. "Yes, here." She said as she tossed him her pack, her green eyes watched him with a spark of sorrow.

He really, he would never understand. It wasn't just sex they almost had to her, there was something more to it with her. She really did like him, had for awhile. But she was pretty clear that this mission was the most important thing in the world. She sighed softly and then took a long drag as she watched him. "You don't have any pictures of T.K.? Or your family? Mementos from your childhood?" She asked cautiously as her hand drifted down to tap out a pattern on her legs.

She carried pictures, plenty of them. The pictures were her way to focus and center herself. She had balance, but it was very rare - especially right now. Her lips quirked into a sad smile as she motioned for him to come over. "Yamato eat, please." She said as she put her hand gently on his arm. "I need you to eat, we have a big day ahead of us, and soon we will be in the digital world." She whispered gently.

[Amandashow]

Yamato caught the pack of casually tossed smokes. Surprisingly, given how badly his hands were trembling. With some difficulty, he fished one of the long, white sticks free from the cardboard sleeve and jammed it between his lips. He tossed it back, "Thanks." He didn't light it right away, instead opted to rest his elbows in his jittering knees and bowed his head. His head still a wash, a muddled fog that had nothing to do with whiskey or drugs and everything to do with the woman standing across from him and...

His hand dropped to his chest, groping for his Digivice but found only his narrow chest. He tried to played it off by smoothing his fingers over his collarbone, scratching at his chin and even to him it felt terribly unnatural. "I'm not," he started, twirling the cigarette between his fingers. "...really hungry." At least that wasn't a lie. His appetite had fled, along with Yoshi and all sense of self-respect. How could anyone be expected to sit down to a quaint meal after a scene like that?

He glanced slowly around the room, turning his head like a spying periscope of a submarine. It had never occurred to Yamato until just then. He did not own any pictures of his family, much less hand anything framed and hung on the wall. The closest thing he had were a few scattered pictures on his cellphone and those were years old by now. His most recent photographs? He tried to remember, to see them through the haze of bad alcohol and wanton women. Topless photos he had saved. His own vanity pictures of himself before his bathroom mirror, his jeans around his thighs to show off his length of manhood to anyone who would have it.

He grunted.

'Manhood', now there was a laugh. Well-endowed and exotically pierced as he was, a more apt name would have been 'Boyhood'. It was his favorite toy after all and he wasn't too shy about sharing with others on playdates. He even kept it shaved smooth.

What else? Selfies with actors and actresses he had met at awards shows and special ceremonies, backstage at concerts. A couple of static bowls of steaming noodles for his Instagram? He waved his hands, almost forcing the images aside physically.

Now it appeared to be Mei's turn to make with the pep talk though it was likely to have similar affects his had had on her. Well-meaning for sure, but there was too much to fathom about Yamato. Too much buried deep down in the mud of his existence. He wasn't a man, he was a headstone eulogizing what was or could have been. Both.

"Pack it up," he placated. "I'll eat it later when my appetite returns." Fat chance but at least it wasn't a complete and total lie. He lit the cigarette at long last and inhaled deep, dragging a soothing ghost of smoke into his lungs. There wasn't anything else inside of him, he reasoned. "We should probably get a move on anyway. Tai and Sora are likely already at the Rendezvous."