TEENAGE WARS

Disclaimer: Digimon does not belong to me.
Written by Breezy

Ichijouji Residence. Monday October 4th, 2013

I opened my eyes in an instant as my alarm echoed throughout my room. Six o’ clock. The sound was a constant beeping that went on and off with every half second. I listened to it for at least a minute, closing my eyes and willing myself to sleep just a little longer. No use. Even if I managed to fall back asleep, my mom would be in to wake me up. Perfect attendance, I at least had to have that.

I raised my hand to where instinct told me the alarm button was, hitting the off button with a great effort. I opened my eyes again and stared at the tiny shelf drilled into my bedside wall. I had to get up, weather I liked it or not.

I looked around for Wormon, my head still a little foggy with sleep. I sat up, realizing that he had been beside me the whole time. He was sleeping peacefully, his antenna drooped over his furry green skin. His breathing was slow and quiet. I had to admit that he looked awfully cute in this manner, with the blankets only revealing his head and a few of his little pinchers.

“Wormon…?”

I shook him awake. He would be disappointed if I did not take him with me. I had learned this early on, when I first came home. Wormon wanted to stay as close to me as possible, and I can not deny that I was grateful for it. I wanted him near me, I didn’t want to dwell on a strangled fear of losing him again. As I gently shook him I realized just how protective of each other we had grown in such a short amount of time.

He opened his aqua eyes and looked up at me, a childish expression on his face.

“Ken? Time to get up, already?”

I nodded. “Yes, my friend. Would you like to stay here and sleep some more?”

I always asked him this question. I wanted to be sure of his comfort. If he wanted to stay, then so be it. I could handle things, if I needed to. He needed to know that I cared about his well being more than my own. He needed to know I was would give him anything with in my power. I owed it to him. I owed the entire world to him. He deserved it for the sacrifices he had made in my rule as the emperor.

But his answer was always the same. And he always looked slightly hurt when I asked him.

“No, Ken…do you want me to stay?”

Same as every morning. I shook my head, and forced a very small smile onto my face. But it seemed such a smile was enough to satisfy him, and his eyes lit up with that childish happiness.

I stretched for a minute and then worked my way down the ladder of my bed. I walked over to my dresser and opened the drawers. There was no real need of choosing anything. My school uniform made sure of that. Gray pants. Gray overcoat Gray socks. Pretty simple.

Still…maybe I could spice it up a little without breaking the school regulations. Rummaging through the light blue drawers, I managed to find an undershirt colored a very light red, almost resembling the color pink. I was slightly stunned that I owned a shirt that even had this much ironic-ness. Color just wasn’t something that bloomed naturally in my life.

I pulled on my clothes and brushed my hair. I made sure to tell Wormon I would bring him breakfast, seeing as how he had, previously, followed me out of my room and almost wound up being exposed to my parents. I think he got the message the first time I explained it, but I wanted to be sure. If my parents found out about him, I imagined it would be a complete chaos. I would have to explain about the digital world, and that alone would be excruciating. But I just knew I would end up having to tell them about being the digimon emperor, and that would break my mothers heart. I couldn’t bear to see her cry over me, thinking it was her fault. Not again. I had already gone through that hell and I didn’t plan dealing with it again any time soon.

I made my way out of my room and into the kitchen. Both of my parents were up, like all mornings. Dad was sitting at the table reading the paper and sipping his tea, while my Mom cooked breakfast, her face haunted with a relaxed smile.

As I neared the table, she turned around and looked directly at me, her face still loving.

“Ken, honey! Good morning! Did you sleep well?” She asked me.

I nodded slowly. “I did, thank you.” This was a lie. I never slept well anymore. Wormon knew this. My dreams- my nightmares were flooded with long dark hallways and the seductive whispers of devils in a playhouse.

But of course, I couldn’t tell her that. She needed to see that I was alright. I could handle the nightmares, but I did not believe that she could. Her own were enough. Dad had told me, not long ago, that my dead brother was visiting her. I felt sorry for her, sorry that she was suffering like that. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like, to have your own flesh and blood, your child, ripped away from you. I knew how it felt in my own way, but Sam was my brother. It was a different relationship than that of mother and child.

And not only that, but for mom, Sam wasn’t dead. He was just…missing. I had been there, and I had seen it with my own eyes how the blood formed it’s own puddle around his head. How his eyes had stared…glazed and frozen in time. I had witnessed the whole thing. And Dad had the courage to see Sam’s limp body in the hospital room…blood staining the white sheets. I had stupidly followed him, wanting my brother back. Not understanding at a young age that he couldn’t come back to me. For I was only eight at the time.

But Mom? She didn’t want to believe it, and went by the old saying that if you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

I managed to eat a full plate, something rarely seen with me. I never was really hungry. But I wasn’t obsessed with weight, either. In fact, I wouldn’t have put it passed me to say I needed to gain some. I was always so skinny, no matter how much I ate. Some people might have thought me anorexic, but it wasn’t as if I forced my self not to eat. I just simply didn’t have a large appetite.

Now Wormon, he was another story. He could eat twice as much as me, maybe even more. Therefore, I had to wait till both of my parents were distracted before I was able to smuggle a few rice cakes (five or six to) from the pantry. Hopefully, it would be enough to last him the day.

Tamachi Private School. Principal: Hakoshira Izumo Founder: Takeshi Kohaku- September 12, 1991 Hours- 8:00- 2:30 Mon-Sat (11:45)

Notice: All students who have not received an agenda for whatever reason, please report to the assistant principals office ASAP.

School News: We are all happy to participate in the joy of the return of our young pupil, Ichijouji Ken. Students are asked to please not harass the young man, after our staff witnessing the stuffed-worm incident that took place as of Thursday, September 28th. Students are kindly asked to keep their hands to themselves and off of other people and their property. We thank you for your cooperation.

I stared at the announcement board that was hung up on the front of the school. Poor Wormon. I learned my first few days back in the school not to leave him alone, even for a second. After returning from a break at the water fountain, I had come back to recess to discover my back-pack raided by fan-girls and Wormon being stretched painfully as if he were a stuffed animal. I suppose that, as the emperor, I might have taught him a useful lesson in how to keep quiet in much pain. Even though I regret this as my own sick way of teaching.

But, I had not had time to think and ran to the fan-girls, shouting at them to let him go. This wasn’t my normal character, and I can’t really say I know what came over me. I suppose it was my own guilt at the pain I had caused Wormon myself, or it could have just been that I skipped breakfast that morning and was slightly irritable. Whatever the reason, it ended with my fans in tears. I don’t think they believed I had a harsh bone in my body. If only they knew.

The teachers had witnessed it, and informed the whole school over the intercom that students were not to lay their hands on other people’s property. I suppose I was slightly grateful for this, but it brought even more attention to my status. Quarrels of any sort were not encouraged at my school. At least, by the staff. I can not say as much for the students.

Wormon was snug in my back pack as I walked through the white halls of my school. I could smell that it had just been cleaned, giving it a kind of hospital-feeling, a feeling that I deeply resented.

The walls were neatly lined with posters encouraging kids to drink plenty of milk and stay clear of drugs. I eyed them boredly, reading off the captions that resided over big-headed kids with an exaggerated amount of smoke coming from the cigarettes they held.

“And you think this makes you look cool?”

“Want some pot? It’ll make you feel good!” “No thank you, I don’t do drugs.”

“Did you bring your brain today?”

“Got your pencils? Got your paper? Got your BRAIN?”

“Got milk?”

I stopped reading the captions. After spending half my 14 year old life in school, they certainly got old.

I looked at my wrist watch to discover that I still had about thirty minutes before my first class, Language Arts, started. That would be the perfect amount of time to read at least one chapter of the current book I was reading.

After about three more minutes of walking I reached classroom 8-A. Room 102. I was slightly relieved that I was in normal classes for my age group. My grades had been slipping lately and I didn’t want to be moved to a lower grade, if I had been promoted like the staff had highly suggested. It wasn’t that I didn’t know the material, I knew it better than anyone else. But I simply couldn’t focus. Not with all that was going on. There was so much more I had to worry about. I had been to the digital world plenty of times with Wormon, and there had been no sign of the digidestined. I really didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Wormon wasn’t strong enough to destroy control spires, and I couldn’t even try to disconnect them from the main network with my base being in ruins. My only way to help with any of the damage I had caused was to help the digimon with my own hands, and that meant gaining their trust, if nothing else. Forgiveness was something I didn’t expect and wasn’t going to ask for, as I had done in primary village on my search for Wormon.

But Ironically enough, Elecmon, the caretaker of Primary village, was the first digimon to forgive me. He even came to the point of letting me help clean up the area and baby-sit the baby digimon. I had never expected such a rapid acceptance in my change of heart. When I consulted Elecmon on this, he simply laughed.

“You have shown me that you are sorry for your mistakes, Ken. And I can’t hate you forever! Hate is too strong of an emotion to bare! It takes up to much space in the heart!” He had said to me.

In hearing this, a small amount of weight had been lifted of my shoulders. But not nearly enough. I had to undo all of the damage that I possibly could. And I didn’t care what it cost me, as long as it wasn’t my partner.

I sat down at my Desk, which was at the end of the classroom. I gently laid my backpack on the floor and put it into a position where I knew Wormon would be able to sleep comfortably in my old baby blanket. I unzipped a small air pocket so he would have an easier time breathing, and took out my book.

I read for the remainder of homeroom. At 8:00, my teacher, Mrs. Daichi, settled down the class. I resentfully put down “Shallow Waters” and waited for the begging of our assignment.

Some kids were still talking, their voices pretty much the only thing to be heard. Concentrating on the worksheet my teacher had just handed out, I didn’t bother to listen. Not that I would have, even if I wasn’t working.

One of the kids who were still talking raised their hand. The teacher called on them for permission to speak. I lifted my head a little to see that the kid was Orimocho Gouichi, a brown haired boy who had a knack for starting a local event of humiliation.

“Would you please explain to Kiade-chan what bisexual means?”

The whole class busted out laughing, minus a select few and myself. The teacher had a grim look on her face, but forced herself to answer. It was her own little motto that she answer any question with in her power that did no harm to anyone else.

“A person who is bisexual basically will interact in sexual contact with another of the same sex or opposite sex. Not quite in the terms of ‘gay’ or ‘strait,’ but at a stage between the two. Why do you ask?”

Gouichi answered for Kiade. “No reason. She just didn’t know. She thought that bisexual meant a person who wants to be the opposite sex.”

I spoke up, deciding to put my own knowledge into the conversation. I may have not been the evil media darling I used to be, but I still didn’t mind a good debate.

“Not quite…” I said quietly. “A person who wishes to be of the opposite sex is known as transgender…”

Gouichi looked at me slyly. I pretended I didn’t notice.

“I guess you’d know all about that, with your long hair and tiny little waist, wouldn’t you, Kenny?”

The whole class was silent. Were they expecting a reaction from me? Or were they just surprised that Gouichi had said such an insult in front of our teacher…let alone to my face. I have to admit that no kid in my class had ever done that before. They must have thought I had gone soft. And, in truth, I pretty much had. There would be no reaction from me. I just went back to my work. Our teacher hurriedly dismissed the conversation and we all went back to our work. Throughout that class period, I noticed a few notes exchanged and heard a few whispers. This wasn’t unusual. Even in my private, five star school, the world of gossip existed. Rumors would spread and fights, not often-but sometimes-would breakout. Kids would go out and break up in a never ending cycle. This was a building full of young minds being put to work. Teenagers were simply teenagers, and I was no exception.

Art Class- Room 94. Teacher: Akishima Shiori

Notice: All students who wish to participate in the upcoming art festival are required to submit their abstract pieces to the boy’s gym by 10/25/13. Boys gym class will be attended outside until further notice.

Reminder: If you enter this classroom without a pencil and sketchpad you will be forced to lick the feet of my ex-husband, or will serve after-school detention with me in my office from the end of school until 5:00. Be afraid, be very afraid.

I shook my head a little. Oh well. At least some teachers had a sense of humor.

I made my way to the lone-table at a far corner in the room and retrieved a sketchpad and three number two pencils from my briefcase. I couldn’t very well fit them inside my back pack with Wormon being inside it. He needed all the space he could get.

Mrs. Akishima was walking around the room and inspecting children to make sure they had all their supplies. Naturally, everyone did. Mrs. Akishima had been joking about her ex-husband, but was quite serious when it came to detention. And that was something no student wanted.

She walked to the front of the room and stood in front of her desk, clearing her voice to draw attention to the class.

“Today we will be starting a new project. You have previously worked on realism, and have mastered it to my complete satisfaction. Taking a turn of events, I would like everyone to draw someone they know as a cartoon character. Manga and anime styles are accepted, but please do not overdo it as far as how many pictures you draw. If you use up your whole sketchpad drawing a story on monsters, it is your responsibility to buy a new one and not the schools. If you have already experienced drawing people as cartoon characters, simply draw someone knew.”

Teneko raised her hand as soon as Mrs. Akishima stopped talking.

“Yes, Teneko?”

The girl smiled. “Can we team into pairs and draw the other person? Or does it have to be from our head?”

Mrs. Akishima shrugged. “It can be either, but keep the talking to a minimum volume, please! Mr. Kosoari is right next door and these walls are thin!”

The class muttered in agreement and started going towards the people they wanted to team up with. I simply stayed at my lone table and flipped through my sketchbook, looking for the next clean page. I paused for a second at each page to admire my work. It was more than descent, to say the least. In fact, every page was marked with an A, the rarest grade achieved in school. The pictures were done first in pencil, then in an ink pen. Even the pictures that had not been assignments, but free time drawings had stars placed on them. Pictures of fantasy creatures and distorted bodies. Some pictures seemed a little disturbing, now that I was looking at them from the light side of the moon.

I found a blank page and put my pencil to the paper. But I did not draw anything. Who was I supposed to draw? It was supposed to be someone I knew. Who did I know that I paid enough attention to in order to draw them? My parents? Wormon? I certainly couldn’t draw Wormon, and my mom or dad would just seem…plain. I had a craving for creativity, but who did I know?

I felt a shuffling against my feet, and looked down. My back pack was moving, just slightly. I had told Wormon that he could do this if he needed something.

Making sure no one was paying attention, I slipped out of my chair and unzipped my back pack a little as if I were retrieving something from it.

“Yes…” I whispered very quietly, so no one could hear and think I was talking to myself.

Through the small opening I could make out the green of Wormon’s fur against his blanket. I saw one of his eyes glance up at me in a skeptical manner.

“Draw Davis!” He said very quietly.

I blinked. Draw Davis? Had he somehow read my mind? Did he know I had no one to use as an example to draw?

“…What?” I asked him almost stupidly, as if I hadn’t heard him. Wormon shuffled a little more.

“I said draw Davis!”

I just stared. What harm could it do? Davis was better than nobody…even if he formally had been my arch enemy in life. It wasn’t as if he would ever see the drawing, and that hair of his would be a nice little challenge for me.

“Alright…” I muttered unsurely, and zipped the backpack up again. But not before fluffing up Wormon’s blanket a little.

I went back to my sketchpad and began drawing, starting out with a circle and a few light lines for Davis’s head. Shortly after I made skeleton lines to represent the basic anatomy of his body. As the picture became more detailed I made sure to give it an anime-ish affect, giving Davis big brown eyes and uncontrollable hair, with those silly goggles placed on top of his head.

After about twenty minutes, with fifty minutes of class to go, Yanagi Sakura stopped by to admire my drawing. I pretended not to acknowledge her presence, keeping my mind focused on Davis’s fire decorated jacket that he wore in the digital world.

After a while of just standing behind me, she spoke up. “My friend, Hikari, wants to go out with you. She told me to ask you for her.”

I stopped my drawing. Not again. This would occasionally happen to me. The same verses would always pop up sometime or another. ‘My friend wants to go out with you’ ‘My friend wants to go on a date with you’ ‘My friend thinks you’re really cute, so do I, as a matter of fact!’ ‘I have this friend…okay, it’s actually me, but pretend it’s not because that “friend” really really wants to go out with you and’-

I was just silent for a moment. The answer would be the same, but I would let her down nicely and apologetically, unlike I had done when I was the Digimon Emperor. Back then, I would have either grunted and walked off or say it wasn’t worth my time- or both.

I swallowed and turned around to face her, forcing a sorry expression on my face.

“I’m sorry, but I am not interested in dating girls. Please tell Hikari my sincere apologies and that I have seen Adashi Kiroku admiring her from afar for quite some time, now, and that I am sure he would be delighted to take her out for an evening…”

None of this was a lie, either. I wasn’t interested in anybody of the opposite sex (never had been, actually…) and Kiroku had been staring at Hikari since long before I ran away, blushing every time their eyes met. I was surprised at myself for having made such an observation.

Sakura blinked. “Well…” She said somewhat sadly, “Alright. I have to admit that she does seem to like him a little.”

We were both silent for a moment, but she couldn’t stay that way for long.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Ken, have you ever had a girlfriend?”

I shook my head honestly. “No, I haven’t. And it doesn’t really trouble me.”

She nodded. “I see…how come you only draw guys?”

I blinked. What a quick change of subject.

“I guess they are just easier for me to draw.” And that was the truth. Female figures were just something I wasn’t accustom to.”

She nodded again. “Alright, talk to you later.”

And with a slight bow she was gone, back to tell Hikari the sad news.

I went back to my drawing, waiting for class to be over so I could get to my advanced biology class. We were currently studying mammals and I was eager to spend some time with the mouse that all students had been asked to buy. It certainly was advanced, teachers trusting us to go out to the pet store and buy a live animal, then keep it in an empty classroom and take care of it, play with it, and take notes on it’s behavior.

I had to admit that being a genius did have its finer points.

Cafeteria- Room 20

Today’s Lunch Menu- White rice served with freshly cut vegetables and steamed salmon. Remember that it is not good manners to leave food on the plate so please choose your amount wisely. Thank you for your cooperation.

“Thank you for your cooperation, thank you for your cooperation, thank you for your- that’s all they ever say in this school!”

I watched from my table as some kid commented on the schools policy, staring angrily at his have plate of food.

“Chooooooooose Wiiiiiiiiiiisely! I’m sick of it!”

Some kids nodded their heads and muttered in agreement. I stared down at my own packed lunch that Mom had handed me before I left the house. Most of my food was untouched. I had nibbled just a little on an onigiri, but that was pretty much it. Unless you counted my have drank soda.

I just sat there for a while, staring at the clock. We had a whole of thirty more minutes of lunch. This was a heaven for the other kids, but for me it was simply dull. What did this time of liberty mean if I had no one to share it with? As the emperor, I hadn’t minded my solitude much. Though, now, everything had changed. I didn’t want to be better than everyone else, to be above them. I wanted to be equal, accepted for my heart and not just my mind.

But, if I really wanted that, It would be up to me to make that happen. Nobody ever came and sat with me- they already had friends of their own to keep them company. But I was to shy and to inexperienced with other children to know how to make a move. I simply didn’t have the courage- that was Davis’s element, not mine. I suppose kindness had to count for something in the game known as friendship, but that also belonged to the leader of the new digidestined. Not me.

And what good was kindness if it wasn’t even accurate? What powers had proclaimed me, of all people, as the digidestined of kindness? I certainly wouldn’t have given someone so previously malicious such a gift. What kindness did I hold? I had killed hundreds, thousands of innocent digimon. I had plagued the digital world with my genius power and athletic capability. I had destroyed and demolished numerous towns and villages- not caring weather or not the inhabitants of it lived to see the next day.

I had bestowed grief upon my parents and relatives. Both in killing my brother and making them think me dead, or captured. When I ran away, I didn’t think they would have cared. I wouldn’t have cared if one of them went missing. It was simply one less insect to deal with.

And Wormon? Oh, how I had hurt him. Whip after whip and kick after kick. Order following more orders and insults following more insults. I had ripped him of all his dignity down to his very name. He wasn’t ‘Wormon,’ he was an insect. He was nothing but an old scrap of meaningless data. What had it mattered to me if he cried out in pain? What had it mattered if I actually killed the digidestined-human beings- and destroyed the whole digital world? What had any of it mattered?

Nothing. It hadn’t mattered shit to me. And Wormon had died because of it, because he loved me and cared for me. He was the kind one in this relationship- I was the insect. I was the one who should be squirming around pitifully on the floor- not him. Not my partner. Not the only friend I had in two worlds.

“…Ken?”

I was brought back to reality by the soft voice of Kiyoda Tomoki. He put his lunch pail down and sat in front of me. His silver glasses were dangling from a silver chain around his neck, revealing his hazel eyes. He had a very small ponytail in his spiky red hair.

“You alright…?” He asked me in a small talk manner.

“I’m sufficient enough, I suppose…” I said somewhat meekly. I wasn’t used to having anyone come over and talk to me at lunch. In fact, it had never happened before. Local conversation wasn’t something I took much participation in.

He took a large bite of his own onigiri. “I mean, are you feeling okay? With your, um, return and all? Are you…I don’t know, emotionally stable?”

I drummed my finger lightly on the hard surface of the table. “I’m not on the verge of a major breakdown on that level of status…” (oh yeah, that had already happened to me) “But I can’t say everything is all rainbows and butterflies in my life at the moment...”

He sighed a little and nodded, taking a sip of his iced tea. “I know exactly what you mean. Things aren’t going to well for me, either. But, if you ever need to talk” –

“Hey queer!”

He blinked once and turned around. We both gazed at the speaker. It was Gouichi, standing there with an amused expression on his face. Neither of us had noticed him coming up from behind.

He smirked at Tomoki. “This our new boyfriend?”

Tomoki scowled and answered, but kept his voice on a steady note. “Drop it, please.” It wasn’t a question.

Gouichi stood his ground, turning his attention to me. “So Ken, how long have you two been going out, hmmm?”

I blinked. Where in the world did this come from? “We haven’t.” I said flatly. “Tomoki and I were jus”-

“Just talking?” Gouichi sneered. “I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, Ichijouji, but the secrets out. Tomoki says that you two have been going out since you got back!”

Tomoki dropped his onigiri and stood up. Being unnaturally tall for his age, he loomed slightly over Gouichi.

“I never said anything of the sort, and you know it! Just because I’ve never had a girlfriend doesn’t automatically make me gay or bisexual or yaoi or anything of that stature! I’m perfectly happy being single, and I’m sure Ken is to! So why don’t you take that lying mouth of yours and fuck off!”

Gouichi just grinned. “You could easily get put in detention if a teacher heard such language…better watch what you’re saying and who you’re saying it to.”

“Same goes for you!” Tomoki snarled. He had his hands on his hips and his face just inches from Tomoki, who was still grinning.

“Look at you, Kimura, you even stand like a girl! Let alone act like one with those pink glasses of yours and your pierced ears…and Ken with his long and silky hair…turn you on, buddy?”

Tomoki growled. I wasn’t sure how this had happened, but I had to say something or I knew Tomoki was going to get into trouble that he didn’t deserve. He was an A student and never did anything but help people. If he was gay, then so be it. I wasn’t prejudice. I’d suffered too much of my own share of being ridiculed to care in the slightest.

I stood up slowly and calmly. That was my main weapon- keeping my cool. I knew enough about Gouichi to determine that he wouldn’t dare pick a fight with me. He wasn’t dumb- quite smart, actually. It was that mouth of his that got him into these kind of situations.

I circled the round table and stood next to Tomoki. I was even taller then he was, and I believe that this gave me an advantage. I chose my words carefully not wanting to be to overpowering or cruel.

“Tell me, Gouichi, what does it matter to you what goes on in our lives? It’s not your problem, why question us?”

Gouichi blinked. “Because….people….they want to know!”

I didn’t blink. Staring was an excellent form of battle that had helped me in many press conferences. “Do you honestly believe they want to know lies? If that’s the way it’s going to be, then maybe Tomoki here shouldn’t keep his calm. I’m sure he could lie about you just as easily, and he has friends to back him up, just like you do. Now if you’ll kindly return to your seat, maybe we can get on with our lunch. I see that you still have half a plate of the schools food, and we only have…” I looked at the clock. “13 minutes left of lunch. Better get back to your own table.”

He blinked some more, then grunted. He turned around and scowled at Tomoki and me.

“This isn’t over.” Was all he said. I noticed how unsure of himself he sounded. I had a strong feeling it wasn’t over.

I turned to Tomoki, who was still agitated.

“If he bothers you…” I said shyly. “Feel free to come to me.”

He smiled then. “Alright, and remember that I’m always here to talk.”

I nodded. Though, I didn’t think I really would ever talk to him. How could I? I would have to explain about the digital world, and that was going to far. No. For now, I would simply remain as a friendly acquaintance. Maybe even someday a real friend.

But not now. I was still growing accustom to my new life. It would take time for me to heal.

Ichijouji Residence- Saturday, October 9th, 2013

I lifted the phone to my ear. “Moshi Moshi?”

Anonymous: Hi Ken! A boy’s English voice rang through my ear.

I was silent for a moment. Who was this? I eventually asked, speaking in quite well learned English.

Me: Yes? Who is speaking?

Anonymous: It’s your Cousin, Genius!

Me: My cousin? You mean Willis?

Willis: The one and only. My voice finally matured, imagine that!

Me: It’s nice to talk to you again. I haven’t heard from you for at least a year. Last I knew…um, How’s Cocomon?

Willis: Actually, Ken, I have an amazing story to tell you!

The End...

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