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Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,201
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One: Technical Support
Term Paper Turmoil
SkittleSama
Chapter One: Technical Support
Thank you to MuninsFire, Infamousbobcat, Rienna Hawkes, Videogame4, Milly, and DamesGotGame for their contribution to the first chapter\'s plotline.
Please note that this fanfiction contains sexual situations and language that is not suitable for all readers.
I don\'t own digimon or any characters within. I\'m borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Reviews are appreciated and encouraged for continuations! Thanks!
---------------------------------------------
[ PineappleHack244: Yolei? ]
[ PineappleHack244: Yolei? Hello, are you there? ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: Sorry, I was helping my mom downstairs.]
[ PineappleHack244: I haven\'t heard from you in a couple of days. Is everything okay? ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: I guess... I\'ve been busy lately. Haven\'t really had time for much. ]
[ PineappleHack244: ... ... Too busy for me? ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: Look, I\'ll call you later or something. Bye. ]
[ PineappleHack244: Hold on a sec. ]
[Auto response from GrocerieGal1360:
Away from my computer. BRB. - Yolei ]
[ PineappleHack244: Yolei, come on. I know you\'re there. Stop putting up that away message when I IM you. It\'s stupid. ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: Fine then. I\'ll give you something better to look at. ]
[ GrocerieGal1360 signed off at 12:42:18 PM ]
Immediately, the delicate clacking on the laptop\'s keys stopped. A sigh escaped past the young man\'s lips in an upsetting mix of shame and frustration. He would have much rather had a conversation like this in person instead of hiding behind a computer screen. He eyed the laptop in front of him, his offended expression reflecting back at him in the flatscreen. He knew for a fact that she wouldn\'t call him. She had been avoiding him for days now because of what had happened the week before.
Sitting back on his bed, he recalled the events in his mind. None of it had been planned and nobody involved had been prepared for it. Izzy himself had a difficult time coming to terms with it. No vast amount of computer or technological know-how had a chance of saving him this grief and irritation. It wasn\'t a virus-like problem he could just quarantine and erase. Unfortunately, it was much more of an enigma than that. Girls- relationships in general- were not his forte.
Closing his screen from sight, he placed it off to the side of the bed onto a small desk, allowing his legs to stretch out comfortably over the blankets. With any luck, he would sleep off the situation and let himself rest for a little while. His mother and father weren\'t going to be home for another several hours. He originally thought of talking to them about his problem, but as he had walked downstairs and they turned from the sofa to look at him, he had an overwhelming sensation of cold feet and went back upstairs without a word. Izzy shook his head as it hit the pillow- he was trying to forget that he had tried to bring it up in the first place.
Still, he found the soft hum of \'stand by\' mode quite soothing and it aided the napping process considerably; this of course, between clustered mental images of past fighting, make-up sex, and intimate talks that were so confusing that it made his head throb. He recalled the events of prior months. That was all he could think about before drifting off into a quiet sleep.
***
\"I hate this damn computer! Print, damn you!\"
Yolei\'s voice echoed through the empty computer lab catching the attention of several students sitting at tables on the other side. Their faces peered inquisitively over their screens to look at her and return to their work. She was too busy furiously tapping at the escape button to notice them. This was the fifth time that the computer had eaten parts of her term paper. The first paper was completed and saved onto another computer in the lab, but was erased by mistake. She swore that she would get Davis back for that one day. The others had been half completed, then the computer would issue a blue screen error message and erase her work. The paper\'s deadline was at the end of the week and she wasn\'t about to ask for an extension. The last time she asked for an extension she could\'ve sworn that she saw the veins in the side of Mr. Takada\'s head twitch slightly. He was not a man to mess with.
She sat back down and slammed her head on the keyboard, making it beep at her like it was poking fun at her agitation.
\"Go away, blue screen...\", she added in a grunt-like mumble.
\"You\'re getting it again?\" A familiar voice hovered over her head laying on the keyboard, the computer still beeping angrily at her. Izzy smiled, almost chuckling. \"We covered that in class last week. Didn\'t you take notes or anything?\"
Yolei just shook her head at him. It always embarrassed her when Izzy talked with her about computers. She couldn\'t exactly pin point what it was that made her uncomfortable. She guessed that it was that he was better educated in the way of computer software and hardware than she was. However, she was always grateful for the help when he gave it. She\'d like to, just once, prove to him that she wasn\'t completely computer ignorant. He gently motioned for her to move from her seat and he took her place, typing as he spoke to her.
\"Maybe by disabling BIOS memory options such as caching or shadowing... or using safe mode to remove or disable components. Then restart your computer, press F8 to select advanced startup options, and then select safe mode.\", he paused momentarily as the computer saved the new settings as default. \"There. That should work much better now. Give it a try.\"
With a timid nod, Yolei sat back down and gazed at the screen. He was right, no more blue screen and to put the icing on the cake, the printer began to slowly spit out typed pages of her term paper. \"Thanks, Izzy.\" She mumbled quietly to him. The other students eyed eachother curiously at the interaction between the two classmates in the opposing corner as if watching a sitcom.
\"Say... Yolei?\" Izzy looked from side to side, noting their severe lack of privacy. He decided it would be best to talk quietly as not to attract any more unwanted attention. As it is, there were still eyes peeking out behind computer screens on and off from the other side of the room. \"I was thinking. If you\'re interested we could, uh... go see a movie or something later?\"
She turned oddly at his request. Had she heard right? After two years of sharing the same classes and walking to and from school each morning, he had finally taken an interest in her. He was usually quiet and wasn\'t fond of taking risks without thinking logically of the consequences first. Something of this calibur was very unlike his character and maybe that in itself was enough for an answer. She couldn\'t tell herself that she was completely unattracted to him. It would have been a lie.
\"...Really?\"
\"Yeah... I mean, you know... if you don\'t want to, I guess I cou--\"
\"--Oh no! I\'d like to go.\"
The red haired boy turned to leave, content with her reply. He had to be honest, it was something that had been on his mind ever since the day he caught her playing Tai Pei in class and later asked to copy his notes during lunch. The familiar memory of it all made him smile; especially the way she nibbled on her eraser when she became frustrated. He hadn\'t noticed Yolei at first, but over time it began to eat at him a little to ask her to a movie. It was hard to tell when exactly his feelings turned from friendship to potential date. Still, he smiled casually, maybe a bit awkwardly, at her on his way out of the classroom.
\"How is Friday? Is eight okay?\"
\"..Okay!\"
\"See you then, Yolei.\"
***
The chimes in Yolei\'s home signaled the arrival of eight o\'clock and she banged her computer\'s hard drive violently. Control-Alt-Delete did nothing and she mentally threw a temper tantrum. What she wouldn\'t give to pick up the entire system and dump it out her second story window. Looking up from the desk, she smacked the side of her monitor. Maybe by some miracle, the bright azure screen that mocked her would suddenly disappear and she could shut it down before Izzy came to--
Ding dong.
All that was audible from outside the house was a strangled yell from the second story window; a blue screen eminating from through the pulled curtain. It wasn\'t the first time that Izzy had heard such noises coming from her home. He\'d been hearing similar sounds for quite some time now and it was obvious that she was fighting with a potentially disasterous error message. He thought about ringing the bell again. With all of the commotion upstairs, he wondered if she had even heard the bell at all. He figured that she didn\'t and quietly invited himself up to greet her.
\"Damn it! Shut off, you useless piece of junk!\"
The yelling became more frantic as he climbed the stairs.
\"Come on! ... Come on, hurry up!\"
Did she know that he was here?
He knocked on the door and heard the desk chair creak as she stood from it and strolled nervously to the door. \"Izzy? Is that you?\" She questioned at the door knob before turning it to peek through the crack in the door. Two pairs of eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses peered up at him. They shifted uncomfortably from side to side again before looking up to meet him once more. \"Is it eight o\'clock already?\"
\"Yeah.\" Izzy paused, an eyebrow shifting curiously up at her behavior and tone of voice. \"Is everything okay in there? I heard some weird noises coming from your room. I didn\'t mean to just walk in, but you didn\'t seem to hear the doorbell... so...\", he voice trailed off into calm silence.
Yolei forced another smile, her posture still rigid and awkward in its appearance behind the partially opened door. \"Sorry, I\'m having some computer troubles. That\'s all.\" His eyes twinkled slightly at the prospect of being able to once again help her with a technological issue. He stood on the toes of his sneakers to peer over Yolei\'s head and back into the room, focusing on the blue monitor illuminating her bedroom. \"Another blue screen? I\'ll help you if you\'d like.\"
The offer was up in the air. If there was a way to pray to the motherboard gods to make the system work so she could just leave and see The Gobulus Grim with Izzy, she\'d be doing it. Before the gods had a chance to laugh at her horrible chances, he was inside her room.
\"That blue screen won\'t go away again.\" She fidgetted and shut the door.
Walking over to the computer, he sat down and let his shoulder bag fall off his side. The buttons on the front clinked softly against the table legs. The chair creaked and groaned against the hardwood floor, feeling the boy\'s weight upon it. He glared at the screen and let his fingers strike the keyboard. It was going to be a quick fix. He would have preferred to reformat the entire C:\\ drive, but they would end up missing the movie. Yolei was pacing furiously and seemed to walk quicker the longer he remained at the keyboard.
\"Here, it\'s all fixed. I\'ll bring up the last program that you had running.\"
\"No no! That\'s really unnecessary, Izzy.\"
\"I insist.\"
\"Really! I don\'t need it!\"
\"Look, I\'ll just bring it up and it\'ll be here when you get back.\"
One click of the mouse.
Yolei covered her face.
Izzy stopped clacking the keys.
The room was silent aside from the gentle panting from Yolei\'s speakers. Izzy froze, his eyes affixed to her monitor\'s image in a fumbled mix of shock and embarrassment. The computer blipped once at him, interrupting the soft and erotic groan from the speaker once more. It was a computer game. Yolei had been playing a computer game. But not just any game- this was an uncensored hentai game. Yolei\'s face was still covered, her violet eyes looking through the cracks in her fingers. She turned her back on her friend with a shame so deep, it made her stomach feel ill.
His mouth was still gaped open at the young girl on the screen. She was on her hands and knees, being taken from behind by a faceless, teenage male. The boxed text at the bottom read:
[ \"Ooh, Koji! Your cock is so big! Harder! Please...! Don\'t stop!\" ]
After several moments of suspended tension, Izzy\'s face tore itself away from the screen to turn the volume down. He turned to her, only to find her facing away from him.
\"I... Is t-this the last program y-you had running...?\"
She didn\'t answer him- only nodded shyly. His face saturated with a blush so intense, he could heat an entire apartment. Never he imagined that Yolei, one of the sweetest and most innocent girls he\'d ever known, would play a game like this. Still, here it was as plain as daylight glowing back at him.
\"Y-Yolei? Is this what y-you\'re into...?\"
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[ End of Chapter One ]
SkittleSama
Chapter One: Technical Support
Thank you to MuninsFire, Infamousbobcat, Rienna Hawkes, Videogame4, Milly, and DamesGotGame for their contribution to the first chapter\'s plotline.
Please note that this fanfiction contains sexual situations and language that is not suitable for all readers.
I don\'t own digimon or any characters within. I\'m borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Reviews are appreciated and encouraged for continuations! Thanks!
---------------------------------------------
[ PineappleHack244: Yolei? ]
[ PineappleHack244: Yolei? Hello, are you there? ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: Sorry, I was helping my mom downstairs.]
[ PineappleHack244: I haven\'t heard from you in a couple of days. Is everything okay? ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: I guess... I\'ve been busy lately. Haven\'t really had time for much. ]
[ PineappleHack244: ... ... Too busy for me? ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: Look, I\'ll call you later or something. Bye. ]
[ PineappleHack244: Hold on a sec. ]
[Auto response from GrocerieGal1360:
Away from my computer. BRB. - Yolei ]
[ PineappleHack244: Yolei, come on. I know you\'re there. Stop putting up that away message when I IM you. It\'s stupid. ]
[ GrocerieGal1360: Fine then. I\'ll give you something better to look at. ]
[ GrocerieGal1360 signed off at 12:42:18 PM ]
Immediately, the delicate clacking on the laptop\'s keys stopped. A sigh escaped past the young man\'s lips in an upsetting mix of shame and frustration. He would have much rather had a conversation like this in person instead of hiding behind a computer screen. He eyed the laptop in front of him, his offended expression reflecting back at him in the flatscreen. He knew for a fact that she wouldn\'t call him. She had been avoiding him for days now because of what had happened the week before.
Sitting back on his bed, he recalled the events in his mind. None of it had been planned and nobody involved had been prepared for it. Izzy himself had a difficult time coming to terms with it. No vast amount of computer or technological know-how had a chance of saving him this grief and irritation. It wasn\'t a virus-like problem he could just quarantine and erase. Unfortunately, it was much more of an enigma than that. Girls- relationships in general- were not his forte.
Closing his screen from sight, he placed it off to the side of the bed onto a small desk, allowing his legs to stretch out comfortably over the blankets. With any luck, he would sleep off the situation and let himself rest for a little while. His mother and father weren\'t going to be home for another several hours. He originally thought of talking to them about his problem, but as he had walked downstairs and they turned from the sofa to look at him, he had an overwhelming sensation of cold feet and went back upstairs without a word. Izzy shook his head as it hit the pillow- he was trying to forget that he had tried to bring it up in the first place.
Still, he found the soft hum of \'stand by\' mode quite soothing and it aided the napping process considerably; this of course, between clustered mental images of past fighting, make-up sex, and intimate talks that were so confusing that it made his head throb. He recalled the events of prior months. That was all he could think about before drifting off into a quiet sleep.
***
\"I hate this damn computer! Print, damn you!\"
Yolei\'s voice echoed through the empty computer lab catching the attention of several students sitting at tables on the other side. Their faces peered inquisitively over their screens to look at her and return to their work. She was too busy furiously tapping at the escape button to notice them. This was the fifth time that the computer had eaten parts of her term paper. The first paper was completed and saved onto another computer in the lab, but was erased by mistake. She swore that she would get Davis back for that one day. The others had been half completed, then the computer would issue a blue screen error message and erase her work. The paper\'s deadline was at the end of the week and she wasn\'t about to ask for an extension. The last time she asked for an extension she could\'ve sworn that she saw the veins in the side of Mr. Takada\'s head twitch slightly. He was not a man to mess with.
She sat back down and slammed her head on the keyboard, making it beep at her like it was poking fun at her agitation.
\"Go away, blue screen...\", she added in a grunt-like mumble.
\"You\'re getting it again?\" A familiar voice hovered over her head laying on the keyboard, the computer still beeping angrily at her. Izzy smiled, almost chuckling. \"We covered that in class last week. Didn\'t you take notes or anything?\"
Yolei just shook her head at him. It always embarrassed her when Izzy talked with her about computers. She couldn\'t exactly pin point what it was that made her uncomfortable. She guessed that it was that he was better educated in the way of computer software and hardware than she was. However, she was always grateful for the help when he gave it. She\'d like to, just once, prove to him that she wasn\'t completely computer ignorant. He gently motioned for her to move from her seat and he took her place, typing as he spoke to her.
\"Maybe by disabling BIOS memory options such as caching or shadowing... or using safe mode to remove or disable components. Then restart your computer, press F8 to select advanced startup options, and then select safe mode.\", he paused momentarily as the computer saved the new settings as default. \"There. That should work much better now. Give it a try.\"
With a timid nod, Yolei sat back down and gazed at the screen. He was right, no more blue screen and to put the icing on the cake, the printer began to slowly spit out typed pages of her term paper. \"Thanks, Izzy.\" She mumbled quietly to him. The other students eyed eachother curiously at the interaction between the two classmates in the opposing corner as if watching a sitcom.
\"Say... Yolei?\" Izzy looked from side to side, noting their severe lack of privacy. He decided it would be best to talk quietly as not to attract any more unwanted attention. As it is, there were still eyes peeking out behind computer screens on and off from the other side of the room. \"I was thinking. If you\'re interested we could, uh... go see a movie or something later?\"
She turned oddly at his request. Had she heard right? After two years of sharing the same classes and walking to and from school each morning, he had finally taken an interest in her. He was usually quiet and wasn\'t fond of taking risks without thinking logically of the consequences first. Something of this calibur was very unlike his character and maybe that in itself was enough for an answer. She couldn\'t tell herself that she was completely unattracted to him. It would have been a lie.
\"...Really?\"
\"Yeah... I mean, you know... if you don\'t want to, I guess I cou--\"
\"--Oh no! I\'d like to go.\"
The red haired boy turned to leave, content with her reply. He had to be honest, it was something that had been on his mind ever since the day he caught her playing Tai Pei in class and later asked to copy his notes during lunch. The familiar memory of it all made him smile; especially the way she nibbled on her eraser when she became frustrated. He hadn\'t noticed Yolei at first, but over time it began to eat at him a little to ask her to a movie. It was hard to tell when exactly his feelings turned from friendship to potential date. Still, he smiled casually, maybe a bit awkwardly, at her on his way out of the classroom.
\"How is Friday? Is eight okay?\"
\"..Okay!\"
\"See you then, Yolei.\"
***
The chimes in Yolei\'s home signaled the arrival of eight o\'clock and she banged her computer\'s hard drive violently. Control-Alt-Delete did nothing and she mentally threw a temper tantrum. What she wouldn\'t give to pick up the entire system and dump it out her second story window. Looking up from the desk, she smacked the side of her monitor. Maybe by some miracle, the bright azure screen that mocked her would suddenly disappear and she could shut it down before Izzy came to--
Ding dong.
All that was audible from outside the house was a strangled yell from the second story window; a blue screen eminating from through the pulled curtain. It wasn\'t the first time that Izzy had heard such noises coming from her home. He\'d been hearing similar sounds for quite some time now and it was obvious that she was fighting with a potentially disasterous error message. He thought about ringing the bell again. With all of the commotion upstairs, he wondered if she had even heard the bell at all. He figured that she didn\'t and quietly invited himself up to greet her.
\"Damn it! Shut off, you useless piece of junk!\"
The yelling became more frantic as he climbed the stairs.
\"Come on! ... Come on, hurry up!\"
Did she know that he was here?
He knocked on the door and heard the desk chair creak as she stood from it and strolled nervously to the door. \"Izzy? Is that you?\" She questioned at the door knob before turning it to peek through the crack in the door. Two pairs of eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses peered up at him. They shifted uncomfortably from side to side again before looking up to meet him once more. \"Is it eight o\'clock already?\"
\"Yeah.\" Izzy paused, an eyebrow shifting curiously up at her behavior and tone of voice. \"Is everything okay in there? I heard some weird noises coming from your room. I didn\'t mean to just walk in, but you didn\'t seem to hear the doorbell... so...\", he voice trailed off into calm silence.
Yolei forced another smile, her posture still rigid and awkward in its appearance behind the partially opened door. \"Sorry, I\'m having some computer troubles. That\'s all.\" His eyes twinkled slightly at the prospect of being able to once again help her with a technological issue. He stood on the toes of his sneakers to peer over Yolei\'s head and back into the room, focusing on the blue monitor illuminating her bedroom. \"Another blue screen? I\'ll help you if you\'d like.\"
The offer was up in the air. If there was a way to pray to the motherboard gods to make the system work so she could just leave and see The Gobulus Grim with Izzy, she\'d be doing it. Before the gods had a chance to laugh at her horrible chances, he was inside her room.
\"That blue screen won\'t go away again.\" She fidgetted and shut the door.
Walking over to the computer, he sat down and let his shoulder bag fall off his side. The buttons on the front clinked softly against the table legs. The chair creaked and groaned against the hardwood floor, feeling the boy\'s weight upon it. He glared at the screen and let his fingers strike the keyboard. It was going to be a quick fix. He would have preferred to reformat the entire C:\\ drive, but they would end up missing the movie. Yolei was pacing furiously and seemed to walk quicker the longer he remained at the keyboard.
\"Here, it\'s all fixed. I\'ll bring up the last program that you had running.\"
\"No no! That\'s really unnecessary, Izzy.\"
\"I insist.\"
\"Really! I don\'t need it!\"
\"Look, I\'ll just bring it up and it\'ll be here when you get back.\"
One click of the mouse.
Yolei covered her face.
Izzy stopped clacking the keys.
The room was silent aside from the gentle panting from Yolei\'s speakers. Izzy froze, his eyes affixed to her monitor\'s image in a fumbled mix of shock and embarrassment. The computer blipped once at him, interrupting the soft and erotic groan from the speaker once more. It was a computer game. Yolei had been playing a computer game. But not just any game- this was an uncensored hentai game. Yolei\'s face was still covered, her violet eyes looking through the cracks in her fingers. She turned her back on her friend with a shame so deep, it made her stomach feel ill.
His mouth was still gaped open at the young girl on the screen. She was on her hands and knees, being taken from behind by a faceless, teenage male. The boxed text at the bottom read:
[ \"Ooh, Koji! Your cock is so big! Harder! Please...! Don\'t stop!\" ]
After several moments of suspended tension, Izzy\'s face tore itself away from the screen to turn the volume down. He turned to her, only to find her facing away from him.
\"I... Is t-this the last program y-you had running...?\"
She didn\'t answer him- only nodded shyly. His face saturated with a blush so intense, he could heat an entire apartment. Never he imagined that Yolei, one of the sweetest and most innocent girls he\'d ever known, would play a game like this. Still, here it was as plain as daylight glowing back at him.
\"Y-Yolei? Is this what y-you\'re into...?\"
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[ End of Chapter One ]