When class ended and Loogamon walked out of the classroom, both Doru and Ryuda were leaned up against the lockers on both sides. There was one jerk for each side of the hallway, making a sly little smirk as Loogamon made his way down the middle.
“Hey newbie,” Dorumon said. “It seems everyone already loves and admires you around here. It’s a shame we’ve yet to properly get to know each other.”
“Yeah,” Ryudamon continued. “After all, we’re the most loveable guys in school. Surely a guy considered this cool by everyone can hang with the tough boys right?”
Loogamon just kept walking. Dorumon and Ryudamon found this adorable and began following behind him on both sides of his body.
“What’s the matter? Did you have a bad day? Why give us the cold shoulder buddy?” Dorumon asked.
“We just want to be your friend. Of course, you’ve gotta be a good fighter in order to stay our friend,” Ryudamon said. “I’m sure you won’t have any trouble at all proving to be good in a fight, right?”
Loogamon just kept looking ahead.
He knew what they were doing. He knew exactly what this was and he also knew that they knew. This was a very lame attempt to get under his skin and it wasn’t working. He also knew that with egos as fragile as theirs, his continued ignorance of their words and taunts would eventually start to legitimately bother them in a way that these jeers weren’t.
Soon enough, after about the fifth snide comment from them both, they started to narrow their gazes at him and were getting angry.
“Hey! Blueberry husky!” Dorumon said, poking at Loogamon twice. “I don’t know if you’re stupid or deaf but you do realize that you’re not the one who gets to decide how this conversation ends right? We are. We’ve already decided you’re overdue for a nappy poo in the middle of school.”
“Try and impress us and don’t faint too fast,” Ryudamon said. “Or maybe the twist here will be that you’ll be our first plaything to soil himself when we beat you.”
Loogamon wasn’t surprised by these eventual, more serious, reactions. With egos as fragile as theirs it was no wonder their heads hadn’t collapsed in on themselves long ago. This was exactly what he expected to happen.
Luckily, it’s also exactly what he felt was appropriate. He used to feel sorry for people like this but there were too many people in the world who had moved past acting like this that deserved his attention far more. He couldn’t waste energy feeling anything for boys this pitiful.
Digimon like them who assert dominance, wear bancho clothes, and try to strut around all tough and cool like only ever end up one way.
Doru and Ryuda stomped in unison and swung their fists over!
They had exhausted all the patience they had left to give and had decided it was time to take this guy out. Two manly men against a closet wuss. It was going to be glorious witnessing Loogamon pass out before their fists even connected.
The two of them ended up punching the air.
They blinked in confusion before looking back and forth. Then they turned around and noticed Loogamon standing right behind them. He scratched his nose a bit but his expression didn’t change.
They stared at him, confused. Their eyes were wide with astonishment. How fast was that? There was no way he just dodged their surprise punches like that. Maybe from one of them but both at the same time?
“Oh man… you are SO gonna wish you’d let us hit you there!” Ryudamon snapped. “Cause now the punch is going to be extra hard!”
He arched his fist over to try and nail Loogamon again but he ducked backwards and the fist sailed over his head, nailing a stunned Dorumon in the nose instead!
“OW!” Dorumon gasped and grabbed at his face. “DUDE!”
“H-Hey! Don’t ‘DUDE’ me!” Ryudamon blushed. “He was in my line of fire and then he just… wasn’t. Somehow!”
“Let me do it then!” Dorumon snarled and went for a kick this time!
It was a fast kick but a pretty pathetic one. It was even easier to dodge than Ryudamon’s punch. Dorumon yelped when it missed. He slipped and fell onto his butt, blushing even harder at this.
The two delinquents stared at Loogamon, watching him attempt to walk away once again, and snarled with extreme anger. They lunged at him together again and took to furiously swiping at him as much as they could.
This all led to nothing. Each and every one of their attacks was met with a dodge or a counter of some sort and after several, several long minutes of the two bullies trying and failing to hit him… they were slumped over in exhaustion, panting and sweating profusely in the heat of their massive, embarrassing failure.
Loogamon still hadn’t acknowledged them or anything. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look like he was really looking at them this whole time. It was maddening!
“You think you’re so cool!” Ryudamon shouted, clutching his fists together, bubbling with rage.
“Well you’re not. You’re just good at dodging. Scared of getting hit are you?!” Dorumon snapped.
Loogamon said nothing still. He was contemplating all he’d witnessed since coming here and was recalling the beaming, happy smiles of the people he’d helped.
“Take this!” Dorumon shouted and rushed in to deliver his hardest, fastest strike.
“You’re going down!” Ryudamon screamed, going in for a grapple that he wishes to latch onto the boy and choke him out.
Loogamon finally spun around to face them, surprising the boys and making them go wide-eyed.
Still, without any words, he thrust a single fist towards them both one at a time and nailed them in the split center of their faces!
A powerful booming sound went off as they were suspended in mid-air for a split second, eyes slowly crossing before rolling up. Drool poured out of their mouths as they went slack. Then their bodies went limp as they both fell onto their backs in unison.
They were knocked out cold in a single hit. It was almost shocking how easy it was. However, knowing it could have been this easy the whole time wasn’t gratifying. For people this pathetic to be tormenting the school and making these poor Digimon feel pain and suffering was unforgivable.
So he made an example out of them.
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“NOOOO! DON’T LOOK!” Ryudamon screamed with embarrassed eyes, covering his underwear bulge with one hand while he held out the other to try and block the gazes of the classmates eyeing him in the park. When he woke up, he was being dragged by his briefs towards a tree in the park. The blushing he did when he realized he’d been one hit KO’d and stripped was intense.
He had immediately started to beg and plead with Loogamon to let him go but he continued to not say anything. He just stripped the remainder of what was still on him off and proceeded to give him a monstrous wedgie, the likes of which he’d never felt before in his life. The shrieking sound he let out when it happened was hilarious.
He was hung onto a tree and from that elevated spot he saw the school mates he tormented walking in and flashing photos of his humiliation from their phones. He was going dizzy with embarrassment.
“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! LET ME DOOOOWN!” Dorumon cried and then gave up on it happening when he saw Loogamon grab their stripped off bancho outfits and walk away with them under his arm. He still wore an unimpressed look on his face, which just added insult to injury.
Dorumon felt shame wash over him, stuck in a humiliating wedgie and being laughed and pointed at by the folk he used to tease himself. The fact that this had all been done to him by someone who still, even after winning, refused to even acknowledge him made his spirit break into pieces.
He was crying like crazy, not caring that the school was seeing him do it. His mind was too caught up in a tizzy to realize he was emasculating himself further. He just wanted to get down. The longer he stayed up here, the more he seemed to regress though.
Loogamon ignored them and walked off, massively disappointed in them. He was disappointed in their character. He was disappointed in their fighting ability. He was disappointed in the fact that this was what they had decided to make of themselves.
However, most of all, he was disappointed in their choice of underwear. No one who wore what they did deserved to act like they were sitting at the top of the hierarchy of respect. What a massive shame.
Poor them, even though they deserved it. Let's hope their undies ripped ASAP so they can escape from the situation. Gonna be pretty humiliating to run away naked due to their "tough guy" image.
Poor them, even though they deserved it. Let's hope their undies ripped ASAP so they can escape from
