(lame title is lame)
Title: Crime Doesn't Pay
Series: Digimon Savers
Characters: Kouki, Yoshino (no pairings)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 197
Topic: Crime Spree
Note: Slight spoilers for the very end of the series.
Kouki coughed, and immediately grimaced in regret.
Yeah.
There was definitely something broken.
In retrospect, really, robbing those banks was probably what would be classified under the “bad idea” category. He only realized this, of course, as he began to pull himself out of the wall he had just been knocked through.
Really, though, it all seemed so simple on paper. He had recently come to the discovery that he held the power of a real Digi-Soul, just like that damned Daimon Masaru he had fought all those times. And with that loser having been GONE for, like, half a decade, getting a little bit of extra cash shouldn't have been THAT hard...
Grabbing a piece of the destroyed wall he was lying halfway through, he began to - PAINFULLY - pull himself up. Groggily, he looked ahead, and found his attacker was still there.
The long-haired police woman smirked, pounding a fist into her open palm. A bright pink glow flared up around her hands. “Want to try that again, Kouki?”
Kouki opened his mouth to say something, but just collapsed back, clutching his chest.
Dammit to hell... he thought. And I thought Daimon was bad.
Series: Digimon Savers
Characters: Kouki, Yoshino (no pairings)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 197
Topic: Crime Spree
Note: Slight spoilers for the very end of the series.
Kouki coughed, and immediately grimaced in regret.
Yeah.
There was definitely something broken.
In retrospect, really, robbing those banks was probably what would be classified under the “bad idea” category. He only realized this, of course, as he began to pull himself out of the wall he had just been knocked through.
Really, though, it all seemed so simple on paper. He had recently come to the discovery that he held the power of a real Digi-Soul, just like that damned Daimon Masaru he had fought all those times. And with that loser having been GONE for, like, half a decade, getting a little bit of extra cash shouldn't have been THAT hard...
Grabbing a piece of the destroyed wall he was lying halfway through, he began to - PAINFULLY - pull himself up. Groggily, he looked ahead, and found his attacker was still there.
The long-haired police woman smirked, pounding a fist into her open palm. A bright pink glow flared up around her hands. “Want to try that again, Kouki?”
Kouki opened his mouth to say something, but just collapsed back, clutching his chest.
Dammit to hell... he thought. And I thought Daimon was bad.