He hadn't meant to do it. He had created this horrible monster. It wasn't his fault. It was Beelzebumon's. He was the one that had caused Leomon to die. He was the one who made Guillmon transform into that horrible monster. Takato had nothing to do with it. Beelzebumon had created all that anger, and he had shot it at Takato.

And Takato had grabbed that bullet. He had crafted a gun in his hands, made of his anger and rage. He had poured all of his anger. The burning in his heart and the grief flowing through him. He had honed it, poured all of it into a single bullet. And in the end when he had loaded the bullet into that gun, he had not shot it at Beelzebumon.

He had shot it at Guillmon.

And it had not hurt Guillmon. It had simply destroyed him. He had been so small and cute. And now he was a hulking dragon, bent on destroying everything, Beelzebumon, Takato, the whole digital world, probably even himself. He just wanted to kill everything. And it was not Beelzebumon's fault. It was Takato's. He had made his rage go towards Guillmon. He was the one who had forced him to digivolve to Megidramon and nearly destroy everything.

When he had seen Beelzebumon kill Leomon, he wanted him to suffer. He didn't just want to see Beelzebumon hurt or suffer the agony of defeat. He wanted him to suffer. He wanted to see him fall to his knees in agony, and cry out in pain as he was beaten over and over. He wanted Beelzebumon to feel all of the pain that he had caused them. He wanted Beelzebumon to die.

And he had turned that anger on Guillmon. He had taken that anger, then he used it on his best friend instead. He had not only nearly killed himself, he had nearly killed all of his friends, the digital world, and almost everything that mattered to him. What an idiot! He had wanted Beelzebumon to die! But instead, he had almost forced himself to die!

Why had that happened?

He had aimed his rage at Beelzebumon. The way he took that twisted pleasure in hurting his friend, killing Leomon, and the dozens of trouble he had caused in the past. That rage had taken place. It had just gone in the wrong direction. His rage had been carried to his best friend. He had not hurt what he wanted to. He had hurt to the thing he cared about most. Not the thing he hated most.

Takato was crying. He didn't want Guillmon to become what he was now. He would soon rather die the most painful death the world had to offer then to leave Guillmon in the condition he was in.

He kneeled beside him, tears staining his cheeks.

"Guillmon was always cool, nice, the perfect digimon" Takato looked up at the form. Megidramon was curled backwards. His mouth full of razor sharp teeth were still dripping and slobbering drool. He looked nothing like that Guillmon Takato had known. "And look what I did to him"

Takato would rather have had Beelzebumon destroy Guillmon then become what he was now. Another tear slid down his cheek. He slowly wiped it off with his free hand. The tears still flowed freely. They slowly dropped off of his face and dripped on the ground.

Takato stood up. He was no longer crying.

The bastard! How dare he do this to Megidramon! No matter what, he was still his friend. There was no way he would let Guillmon suffer anymore! He was going to avenge Guillmon.

He began walking towards Beelzebumon. His calm walk betrayed his true feelings.

Beelzebumon reached up behind his shoulder and pulled out two double barreled handguns. He pulled the safety off and aimed them at Takato. By now, Takato was going at a full fledged run. He was screaming through his tears, screaming about how he couldn't take any more and that he was going to kill Beelzebumon right here and now.

Everybody began shouting at once. Kazu and Kenta began screaming Takato's name at the same time, trying to get him to come back. Rika and Lee were screaming for him to get out of the way or duck and dodge or at least do something. Renamon was rushing forward with the best strength she had, determined to reach Takato before Beelzebumon's bullets did. Terriermon and Lopmon were shouting encouragement. Lee's little sister, Susie, was crying her heart out about what was happening.

Takato came at Beelzebumon. He was ready to make him pay. He was charging forward with incredible speed. He was not going to ignore any damage to himself. He just wanted to see Beelzebumon suffer. He was going to pay.

"Haven't you had enough?" Beelzebumon said in his dark and heavy voice.

Takato didn't listen, but only increased his speed. He was heedless of anything happening. He just wanted to see Beelzebumon suffer. He had to at least feel a little bit of pain for all of the grief and misery he had caused! And Takato was going to make sure he did.

He didn't see the barrel of both guns flash.

Two bullets bit him right through his chest and shoulder. The burning fury in Takato's eyes suddenly changed into a mixed worry and a look of intense pain. He stopped dead in his run, falling to his knees.

Red began to dribble out of the wounds, spilling out like a waterfall. His blue sweatshirt was beginning to turn a crimson color, easily noticeable. The crimson continued to drip down him, staining the red earth beneath his feet.

Then he gritted his teeth and stood up. He was not going to give in so soon. Beelzebumon would pay! He was going to feel all of the hurt and suffering that he had caused! He was going to die! Takato would avenge Guillmon.

He came rushing forward, with a scream that even made the cold-hearted Beelzebumon flinch. He rushed towards Beelzebumon even faster than before, leaving a trail of his life blood behind him in a strange crimson stream.

He was about ten feet away now. He didn't see Beelzebumon pull the trigger a second time.

Takato stopped dead. He went flying onto his back, staring hazily into the sky.

"Heh, whose next?" Beelzebumon said in a horrible manner that sounded as though he had enjoyed the suffering Takato was going through right now.

Blood trickled from Takato's mouth. He was staring hazily up into the sky, as though wondering what was happening or if the clouds were going to fall down on top of him.

When Beelzebumon had said that, everyone snapped.

They all rushed forward like ants out of an anthill. Even Beelzebumon realized he was outnumbered by the looks of it. He aimed his guns at them. But he saw something in them that he hadn't seen before. There was burning fury in there eyes. They were not going to lose this time.

Beelzebumon gave a hideous look at them, then aimed his guns at them.

"Your gonna pay!" Terriermon shouted.

"YOU BASTARD! I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER EVERY BIT OF PAIN TAKATO HAS RIGHT NOW!" Rika screamed.

"TAKATO!" Jeri screamed, cradling his head in her arms, trying to get him to focus on her.

Beelzebumon raised his guns into the air and blasted one shot. The bullet went whistling off into the distance. "Shut up, or I'll give you all a third eye" he commanded. But when he looked at them again, he saw that he would have to run after all. They had this serious look in them that he had never seen before. He put the guns back on his shoulders, then disappeared from view.

Everyone crowded around Takato. Jeri had his head in her hands. Blood was everywhere. Jeri's green dress was stained all the way to her feet. Takato's face had gone white with pain and from blood loss.

The pain was coursing through him. He was not going to last more then a minute longer.

"Hi...J-jeri" he murmured. He coughed up something. It was a smudge of blood that went splattering onto the ground next to her.

"T-tell...Guillmon that...I am...sorry" he murmured again.

Then his head tilted back, and his hand went limp inside Jeri's. He was no longer alive. The last of his strength drained out of his eyes.

"TAKATO!!!!!!!!!"

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