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Jeri looked at along the battlefield. Vivid, was the memory of her companion being killed, by Beelzebumon. Leomon had died trying to protect her. In return, Takato had gotten so furious that he had forced Guillmon to become a monster even worse then Beelzebumon. Beelzebumon wanted to destroy them. Megidramon wanted to destroy them, Beelzebumon, the digital world, everything in existence.

Jeri couldn't believe what Takato had done. Anger that was coursing through him, rage that was burning on the outside of him, it had all collected into Guillmon, not Beelzebumon. And now look what had happened.

The horrible form of Guillmon was curled backwards, his claws in a frozen upright position, his tail curled backwards and his mouth hanging open in a drunken expression. Guillmon had been so sweet and nice, and look what Takato had done to him. He was a huge hulking beast, wanted to destroy everything in sight. And Takato had made him that way.

Since Beelzebumon had killed Leomon, she wanted him to die. Her digimon, her best friend in the whole world, had been killed. She was almost as desperate as Takato to see him fall to the ground, suffering all of the agony that he had caused. Feeling the agony of losing a loved one, feeling the pain of losing a loved one. He was going to get it all back.

She had even been developing feelings for Takato. He had always been such a nice kid. Virtuous to a fault. Willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill his goal. He had always been trying his best to protect the group, risking life and limb to help them. But those had all disappeared when she saw what Takato had done to Guillmon.

Beelzebumon had killed Leomon.

She would never forgive him for that. She would always hate him even more then Takato did. She wanted him to die. Agony and suffering were the main things on her mind when she saw Leomon die. The kind hearted Jeri, wanting someone to die. The others could hardly blame her. If there partners had been killed, they would have felt the exact same way.

Apparently though, Takato had taken it worse. He was rushing at Beelzebumon, ready to tear him apart with his bare hands if necessary. The anger was evident all over him. Takato had not had his partner destroyed. He had simply had him transformed. Transformed into something even worse then Beelzebumon. That was probably worse then having him actually killed.

Takato was running forward now, bent on killing Beelzebumon in any way possible. Nobody had ever seen Takato go off the deep end like that. It wasn't like him to lose his head like that. But he did, and there wasn't very much anyone could do about it.

Leomon had died. She wanted nothing more then to have Beelzebumon killed just as much as Takato. Her partner digimon, the great and valiant Leomon, had been killed by their worst enemy. Jeri clutched her digivice in one hand, looking with worried eyes as Takato rushed at Beelzebumon. Static and a sort of black and white lined screening crackled through her digivice.

Her expression changed to shock as Takato stopped dead in his run, falling to his knees and having blood pour out of him like a waterfall. She looked at Beelzebumon with a horrified expression. There was smoke curling out of his guns. Jeri buried her face in her arms, sobbing.

"I can't stand it!! Make it stop!!" she screamed. Don't give up Takato. I want to see him torn apart just as much as you do. But do you want to have yourself killed?

Takato had gotten back up. He was limping/running at Beelzebumon as best his torn body would allow. He was leaving a long trail of red behind himself, thick with blood.

Then Takato went flying backwards. He landed right in the middle of the stream of blood. It oozed around him, gobbling up the color and turning his sweater a crimson color instead of blue. He was staring up at the sky, unable to comprehend anything.

Jeri found herself running forward. She was worried. Takato was hurt. He might die. She had to help him.

Jeri was kneeling down beside Takato. She had her hand clutched softly in his, trying to keep in alive by his willpower. Please stay alive Takato. There is so much I need to tell you. You can't die. What about your dreams? What about us? What about growing up and living with me?

"Tell...Guillmon that...I'm...sorry" he moaned, clutching her hand. Then his hand went limp inside hers. Jeri's blood stained dress shook involuntarily as Jeri screamed "TAKATO!!!!"

He would never hear Jeri say anything again. He would never be able to tell Jeri how much he loved her. Takato would never get the chance to grow up and start a family with Jeri. Even now that Takato was no longer alive, Jeri still clutched his hand tightly in her own, trying to will Takato to come back to life, trying to force him back to life.

But he wouldn't.

Takato was dead. There was no changing that. He wasn't coming back. Jeri wouldn't get to grow up with him. She would never get to tell him about how great their adventure was together. She would never see him cry, laugh, smile...or get angry. Takato would never do anything again. His blood oozed toward Jeri, as though drawn to her somehow.

Don't worry Takato. We will avenge you.

Jeri sobbed onto Takato's body. Her tears stained his now red sweater. He would never feel her tears. He would never see or feel Jeri again. He would never hear her voice. Her tears rained down onto his body.

Takato would never feel those tears.