*/disclaimer: i do not own the copyright of DS

upshot of disclaimer: due to the licensing agreement, however, i **do** own ds. either that or no one does. go figure ^^;.

note: Digital Soul is a manga which is currently being developed into a series by the Free Anime Foundation (http://freeanimefoundation.tk). despite the fact that i'm actually part of the team, i decided to write a fanfic about it. in this fanfic, i explore what might happen if i suddenly woke up in the life of John Yoshiro.

enjoy ^^; */

As I felt the deep sleep melt away from me, I became disoriented. There was something warm underneath me, something which was moving slightly, as if it was breathing. I could hear it. I felt as if I had just gotten off one of those wheels in playgrounds that go around and around. I opened my eyes, and found myself face to face with someone. A female.

She smelled feminine, a mixture of lip gloss and herbal shampoo. She stirred.

"John..." She wiggled slightly under my weight, breathless.

I tried to get up, but I sensed that something was familiar about this. Strange, but familiar. I don't normally sleep with girls. In fact, I don't normally stay out later than 10:00 pm. And I also don't normally stay in Kapuseru Hoteru in Japanese airports. And then it clicked.

"Sumono?" I checked.

"Yes, John?" She wrapped her legs around me.

"You won't belive this, but I still need to be honest."

"What is it, anata?" She looked concerned.

"Well, I'm not really John Yoshiro."


"I can't belive this myself. I'm John Ohno. You, Yoshiro, and this whole world is part of a manga i wrote."

"So you're not John?" She retracted slightly.

"I **did** base Yoshiro on my own character. My co-writer based Kiro on himself. There **were** obvious differences, however."

"What do you mean?" She looked slightly frightened.

"Well, you know how bashful John is?"

She nodded.

"I'm bashful, but not that bashful. We made the characters how we wanted to be."

She furrowed her brow. "Watashi wa ima o motte imasu. As much as I love John, I'm not sure why anyone would like to be like him."

"Well," I said in an explainitory tone, "Like Yoshiro, I see bashfulness as a virtue. It shows innocence and consideration for others."

Her facial tension released. "Ah."

"You know," I said, as I moved closer to Sumono's body, "Ever since I thought you up, I've had a bit of a crush on you." I kissed her.

"You really aren't John."