Er hatte meine Karten gesehen... wusste dass ich ihn hätte besiegen können, mit Leichtigkeit, wusste was nun mit mir geschehen würde... und nun hielt er mich in seinen Armen.... fragte mich... "Warum..."
Christmas tales are merry and full of jolly and joys,
but today I’ll tell you a story without candy, nor toys!
One that has no happy end in this realm of existence,
But if you don’t mind that, read on ‘til it ends.
"Oh yes I was guest lecturer a view times. Right, Banner! A curious student, you asked me a lot of compromising questions!" Maximillion looked at him with a slight air of annoyance on his face. Banner blushed and looked down ashamed.
I take a deep breath and all my guts together and carefully wake up Pharaoh. He lolls and stretches, looking up at me very sulky. It makes me smile. Like he is going to say: How can you be so impudent to wake me up!?
A blackmailer calling himself the phantom of the Digiworld. And digimon without blood in their veins, petrified mon, reconfigured mon, digimon hanged and strangulated with crimson lightning ropes. This handwriting seems to be yours, Myotismon!
He heard a clap, felt a short blaze on his cheek and his glasses being forced from his nose, sliding over the floor a few meters away from him as his face was turned to the left. He remained calm, just sighed.
"FREAK!" Little green eyes stare at him with loath and childish blackness.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He yelps shaking his head frantically... his silver hair waving back and forth like the very symbol of his diversity.
