Chapter Five: Trials and Ordeals
“Really?” Jen asked in both surprise and disbelief. “I mean are you sure?”
Terriermon looked at him with mocking disbelief, “Hey! Have I ever let
you down before?”
Jenrya raised an eyebrow, “Should I answer that or just glare?”
His partner rolled his eyes, “I’m serious Jen, there’s a digimon around
here somewhere!”
“Now when have you ever been serious?”
“Jen…” Terriermon sighed, a sweat-dropped forming, “Will you just follow
my lead for once?”
“Fine,” Jenrya agreed, “So, where is this digimon anyways?”
“Just follow the nose!” Terriermon replied happily and took off at a run,
leaving Jenrya in his dust.
“Terriermon!” Jenrya shouted to his partner in exasperation, “Wait for
me!” He picked up his pace and charged forward. Terriermon had decided to
take a shortcut and ran off there normal course, and into the bush…this may
have been an easy task for a small, child type digimon, but being human and
all…Jen was having a few problems…Bushes and trees were getting the way,
and as he fought through the his surrounds, he was scratches by numerous
branches and twigs, one leaving a small cut along his arm…it stung, a small
trickle of blood leaving the wound, but there was bigger matters at hand,
and he ignored it, still rushing after Terriermon.
After a few moments he entered a clearing of some sort, the only difference
in this one compared to normal ones was the thick fog that seemed to cover
everything in it’s surrounding… “Terriermon?!” He called again, louder this
time in hopes that his digimon would call back…it was obvious that there
was a digimon here, and he wasn’t eager to be separated from the only thing
that could possibly protect him in a time like this.
“Jen! Over here!”
“Terriermon?” He turned to his left, the voice coming from that direction,
“Where are you?”
“To your left!”
Jenrya sighed, heading slowly to his left…walking for what seemed like
hours on end he finally came across his digimon, “Terriermon!” He cried,
dropping down on his knees to pick up the rabbit-dog digimon in a bear hug,
“Next time don’t run off like that!”
“Um…Jen?” Terriermon coughed slightly, hinting with his eyes that Jen
look to the battle going on right in front of them, he did, and almost fell
over in shock.
“What the-?” He spoke in amazed, “Another Tamer?!”
Terriermon smiled happily, “Yeah! Another one to help out the team!”
Jen looked at him funny and Terriermon choice to elaborate, “Well you
know how hard it is for me to take down these wild digimon, ESPECIALLY the
Adult types…and since you don’t want me evolving…” He trailed off, looking
sheepish.
Jenrya frowned, and looked to his feet, thinking, “I guess your right,
we could use some more help…”
“Exactly! We could use a few more digimon to help us out…not to mention
Tamers!” He added hastily and Jenrya’s raised eyebrow. They were silent
for a few moments, until Terriermon spoke again, “Um…Jen?”
“Yeah? What is it?” The blue-haired tamer looked at his digimon.
“…Don’t you think we should help them?”
In truth the Tamer and his digimon didn’t look at there best…The brown
haired Tamer clenched a device in his hand, one that looked much like Jenrya’s
own D-Arc, and kept his gaze locked on the battle before him, his teeth clenched
in determination. It was obvious that the boy had fallen, because he was
covered in dirt, and the knee of his pant leg had been torn open, revealing
a dark red color, the obvious sign that he was bleeding. His partner looked
worse though, being at what Jenrya only guessed was a Baby two level, he
was failing miserably against the Adult type and was covered with bloody gashes
where the bird digimon had it him with his own attacks.
“I guess we really don’t have much of a choice…you ready Terriermon?”
Terriermon looked up at him, a big grin on his face, “As ready as I’ll ever
be!”
“Okay then!” He took out his D-Arc, “A…Sabirdramon? Well that’s new, but
nothing we can’t handle.” Terriermon nodded in agreement, and Jenrya continued,
“His attacks are Black Saber, and Mach Shadow, and don’t get cocky Terriermon,
he IS an Adult, and from the looks of it,” He glanced at the other Tamer
and his digimon, both of them didn’t even seem to notice that help had arrived,
and the in-training digimon looked as if he was prepared to defend his Tamer
at all costs, despite his wounds, “I don’t think we’re going to be receiving
much help on this one,”
Terriermon gave a small smirk, “Don’t worry Jen, I got it all under control…”
Jen groaned, “That was what I was afraid-“
He was cut short, as Sabirdramon unleashed yet another attack on the Tamer
and his digimon, ““BLACK SABER!”
“Oh dear…”
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“BLACK SABER!”
"Why do these things always happen to me?" Hirokazu asked himself,
watching as his partner got the living data beaten out of him…
"Come on Hirokazu…" He tried coaching himself, for once, not having
Kenta, or another one of his friends to do it for him. "Think of something…there
has to be something you can do!"
Kapurimon was busy giving it his all, but still…it wasn’t good enough.
"He needs more power…if only I could enhance him like I would in the card
game, Sabirdramon would be no problem!"
“Wait…That’s IT!” He shouted in realization, digging through his pockets
in search for a good card he could use…
“I’m passed caring about weather this is going to work or not…I gotta
do something or Kapurimon’s toast…”
Finally he came across a card, and he pulled it out of his pocket…in his
nervousness he didn’t even both to look at it, just hoping it would be a
good enough to put a stop to this battle…
Slashing it through his old card reader, he read of the name of the card
in surprise, “Card Slash! Win Ratio 50%?!”
A bright light spurted from the D-Arc, and Hirokazu dropped it in surprise,
but it didn’t stop there…suddenly Kapurimon was glowing too!
“Kapurimon evolve to…Hagurumon!”
Hirokazu took a few steps back, shielding his eyes in a futile attempt
to protect them from the blinding light coming from his digimon.
“What’s…going…on?!”
In the flash of an eye, the brilliant light that had once been there was
gone. In it’s place stood a digimon completely different than the original
one, Kapurimon.
In appearance it seemed to be a large gold gear, floating a few meters
off the ground. It’s face was that of black with large red eyes that seemed
to go perfectly with the menacing look on his face. Along it’s side two more
gears stood, and Hirokazu’s only guess was that they were a type of arms
for the digimon…what else would they have been used for?
Still rather shocked, Hirokazu knelt down, and picked up his D-Arc, never
letting his eyes break contact with the digimon before him.
The digimon stared right back at him, looking almost as shocked. It was
obvious; neither of them had expected such results from just a card…
Hirokazu finally tore his gaze away to look down at his D-Arc, it was
pointing directly at Kapurimon…or what use to be Kapurimon. “Hagurumon,
a virus type,” He noted. “His attacks are Darkness Gear, and Drag…cool!”
Hirokazu smirked, most of his confidences returning, “Think we can take
him down Hagurumon?” He asked his newly evolved digimon.
“Of course Kazu-san,” Hagurumon had gained a smirk of his own.
The digimon that had barely managed to be silent for so long, gave off
an ear-shattering screech of anger. It was clear that it wasn’t going to
give up because a pitiful digimon had finally managed to evolve.
“Okay Hagurumon, go get him!”
“DARKNESS GEAR!” The child type cried out loudly.
Hirokazu’s heart leapt as his partner let go a flurry of black gears,
all of them locked on their target, Sabirdramon…
…Then felt it plumage again as Sabirdramon countered it, “MACH SHADOW!”
The gear attack that had once been powerful enough to maybe destroy the
adult, was now no more than particles of data, blown away with the wind.
“Man, I can’t believe it!” Hirokazu clenched his fists in anger, “Even
after evolving, it still doesn’t look like Hagurumon has enough fighting
power to win this! I guess it’s time to try out my luck with another card…”
Slowly reaching into his pocket, his withdrew his cards, searching for the
right one… “Hey…you know, that might just work…” He took 3 of the cards out
of his deck, ready and prepared to slash them when needed, and put the rest
back in his pocket, saving them for later use.
“Okay then… Card Slash! High Speed Plug-in H!
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Hagurumon was shocked to find himself with a newfound energy and speed,
and chose to use it. He shot forward through the air, his mind set on destroying
the digimon in front of him.
Sabirdramon looked angry, and the next attack Sabirdramon sent flying
at him, almost sent him running, but Hirokazu managed to silences those
fears with another card.
“Card Slash!” He shouted for the third time within minutes, “Defense Plug-in
C!”
The black fire that seemed to cover and almost swallowed him in an instant
before, now felt like nothing. He blinked in shock, not understanding what
had happened, but still ready to give it his all.
“DARKNESS GEAR!” The gears that had been turned into digital data for
they’re first attempt, finally won out, and both digimon and human alike,
watched as the black gears sliced into Sabirdramon’s stomach, making him
screech, and wither in pain.
“Alright! Go Hagurumon!”
Hagurumon turned away from the withering digimon to look down at Hirokazu,
proud that his Tamer was cheering him on. Sadly, the distraction was all
Sabirdramon needed to knock the child type digimon out of the air with out
of his wings.
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Hirokazu sighed. “He’s defiantly not the sharpest tool in the shed…”
Hagurumon didn’t seem to hear him, but instead, slowly managed to lift
himself up and off the ground. Finally, using his last bit of speed, he charged
once more at Sabirdramon.
The other digimon didn’t even seem to notice, both his vision and logic
torn away from him, by the pain, he threw random attacks to the left and
right, not bothering to find out if they were hitting his enemy.
For what would be the third, and (hopefully) final time, Hagurumon let
go another wave of black gears, “DARKNESS GEAR!”
…For a second time, Sabirdramon could do nothing, as the dark gears sliced
through him. With one final agonizing screech the bird type digimon burst
into data.
The child digimon gave a happy sigh as he lowered himself to the ground,
and Hirokazu ran up to him, “Man, you were awesome!” He shouted, patting
his digimon on the back, “Hell, I was awesome! With your strength, and my
cards I’m sure we can toast any digimon that gets in our way!”
“You think so Kazu-san?”
“Of course!”
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“…Well, I guess they didn’t need our help after all…can we eat now?”
“Terriermon!”
“Well they didn’t!” He insisted.
He Tamer shook his head at his digimon’s display, a soft smile playing
on his lips, “Is that all you ever think about? Food?”
“…What else should I be thinking about that’s more important than food?”
Terriermon couldn’t help but be dumbfounded, how could anything be more important
than food?!
Terriermon waited for a reply, expecting an amazing comeback from his
Tamer. Instead…he got nothing.
He looked up to see him staring off in the direction of the two retreating
figures, the brown haired Tamer, and his partner. “…It’s never a fun job…”
“Yoo-hoo! Jen?” He tugged on Jen’s pant leg, eager for a response.
“Yeah Terriermon?” The blue-haired Tamer looked down in surprise.
“What’s never a fun job?”
Jenrya blinked, not seeming to realize that he had just spoken out loud,
before dim realization hit. He blushed, and looked away. “I meant fighting,
fighting is never a fun job.”
“Hey! I think it's fun!”
The Tamer sighed, hating to have to explain it, “Terriermon you were born
to fight, and it will probably end that way for you too, you’ll die fighting.
It’s why digimon were created.”
“…Is that why you don’t want me to fight?”
“It’s part of the reason anyways. Look, let’s go home at eat some dinner,
it’s getting dark out, and I’m already in enough trouble after being late
last night. Besides, I think I heard mom say she was making something special
tonight…”
“Really? What do you mean by special?
“You’ll see…”
“Aw…you can’t tell me now?”
“Sorry Terriermon.”
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A lone figure stands shrouded in the darkness, his clothing gives no help
in seeing him in the darkness. His clothing is simply a black shirt that
across the front of the chest area with three red slash marks in crimson red.
Besides that he wears black painter's jeans, that cover his feet slightly
and are baggy enough to hide his slightly athletic figure. On his feet are
Traditional Japanese socks....
He walks slightly into the light and it is then quiet apparent who the
figure is as his cracked yellow rimmed goggles come into view…
Matsuda Takato
As Takato turned, a small ray of light shown upon a long black object
on his right side, that until now was hidden by the light….
A long black scabbard…
Looking at Takato one could see where the Katana that matched that scabbard
was. It was held in his hands at the standard sword ready positions.
That position was one of the most used and useful stances in all
of sword arts; known by some as the Horse stance. All it mainly consisted
of was holding the hilt of the Katana with both hands, having your arms both
you elbows bent slightly, as well as your legs spread apart and parallel
to you shoulders and bent slightly as well. This stance provides for any user
to have a good area to attack with, and good mobility, however it provides
nothing else to aid the user with defense wise.
The room’s only light came threw one of the many holes along the
walls from the full moons light. That light gleamed off the Katana’s
blade, in a menacing manner, giving the illusion that the blade was no mere
creation of metal and wood, but was an extension of the wielder’s soul. No,
it was more then that, the sword was no mere object in Takato hands but
the essence of his sprit and power.
Suddenly, without warning Takato’s movements exploded with energy as he
moved forward and brought his katana in a heavy slash, then he returned
to his original stance. His naked blade was is it original position once
again, giving the illusion it had never moved from its position. However
the target dummy he was practicing on showed different. The only evidence
of his attack, the mannequin had a long slash across its torso.
As Takato stepped into another stance this time the his head was turned
to the right while he gripped the hilt of the katana with his left hand
while raising the blade in an angel with only the hilt and guard of the
Katana over his head, still with the blade facing the same direction
he faced. Both of his knees were slightly bent and his right leg was about
maybe five inches away from his being parallel with his shoulders. His right
arm was thrust out with his hand open, palm out. Also his fingers were spread
out as if to help aim the thrust.
~ Your not going to stop me Matsuda… ~
Takato tried to ignore the voice as he moved brought his hands along with
the katana to his front and blocked an invisible attack.
~ You have and Always will be mine, and nothing will save you from that
fate ~
Takato returned to his beginning stance and thrusted his Katana forward
in such a manor it stabbed right threw the Mannequins heart area in its
chest.
~ Till you realize your place more people will get hurt…. Like dear
Sakura…another person you failed to protect. ~
Takato’s eyes slowly started to glaze as he promptly hell to his knees,
while his katana’s blade went threw the floor. His head was hung low, in
utter defeat. as the mention of the name Sakura brought back long forgotten
memories.
***Flashback***
Takato stood in his emerald green kimono, his eyes brightening as different
sights that caught his eye as he looked around. Kai, both his cousin, and
his best friend, was here with him…just not here, as in right beside him.
He’d run off for some reason, Takato wasn’t sure why.
It was his birthday today, and this was how they were doing to spend it.
His grandfather had planned this behind his back, and he found himself slightly
amazed that he had pulled it off in the end. Very little got by him unnoticed,
and a festival was not something that had come to mind. "Kai, and Guilmon
must have worked with him on this one..." He thought to himself.
In truth, where as Kai ran off to look around, Guilmon was nowhere to
be found. Of course, it was probably better that way…Guilmon had a problem
with getting him in trouble…first with Kai, and then later on when his grandfather
found out about him. Neither of them had liked the idea of a talking dinosaur
around the house (even a fun loving, friendly one), but slowly they’d gotten
use to the idea. Despite all this, though Guilmon was still that friendly,
kind hearted digimon he had known for over three years now, he was a bit
big, and hard to handle when he got out of control…it would be best if he
kept in the shadows for this one.
He knew he needed to find his cousin…grandpa had left them both to each
other’s mercy, and Takato didn’t handle being by himself to much, nor the
idea of Kai doing the same.
He struggled through the crowd, pushing himself through the mounds of
people, “Kai? Kai, where are you?” he called, hoping to catch his attention,
“Come on Kai, I’m not interested in wandering around all day to look for-“
He felt himself fall to the ground as his body came in contact with another
individual, and cut him off from anything he had planed on saying before.
The person cried out in alarm, falling as well.
Takato sighed, pulling himself to his feet, and brushing himself off.
People passing by made no move to help him up, or even seem to notice the
fact that he had fallen in the first place. They were too busy wrapped up
in they’re own affairs, though it really didn’t bother him.
His thoughts became entangled with finding Kai again, when suddenly a
voice caught him by surprise.
“Who do you think you are knocking me down like that?!”
Takato’s eyes grew wide, looking down to see a girl his age sitting on
the ground. She’d obviously been the person he had run into, her tousled
hair, and now dirty clothing, proving that.
He blushed, feeling stupid for not noticing her before. After all, he
had just run into her.
“Well?” Her annoyed voice interrupted his thoughts once again.
“…I’m sorry.” He was still blushing, and feeling stupid for doing so,
though he really couldn’t help it. Just thinking about how pathetic he sounded
made him want to hit himself. He held his hand out, hoping she would take
it so he could help her up.
Instead she did the exact opposite, pushing it away from her, as she got
to her feet on her own. Whoever she was, she was obvious the independent
type…well, either that, or just plain rude. Then again…he had just knocked
her to the ground, so she had a right to be a little rude, if not angry. “You
better be…” She muttered, trying to brush off her kimono –now covered in
both mud and dirt, because of Takato– and trying to fix her hair.
He cautiously looked her over for any injuries, worried that he had hurt
her when pushing her to the ground, but suddenly found himself giving her
the once over. Just by her looks alone he was speechless…
There eyes seemed to meet then, his eyes a maroon, and hers a dark brown,
and in some ways, most alluring. In some ways he almost had to force himself
to look at something, or someone else. Her long black hair, that oddly enough
had a purplish tint to it, was left falling down her back, and didn’t stop
until it reached the small of her back. Unlike Takato’s emerald green one;
this girl wore a pink kimono, covered with cherry blossom designs.
Takato finally looked up from the girl’s outfit, to find her glaring at
him in anger. If he had been who he once was, he would have broke under
that glare…. But thanks to Vamdemon he had grown stronger. He wouldn’t show
weakness to someone like her.
“My name’s Takato, what’s yours?” It seemed like the best approach…
She never let down her guard, still glaring at him, “Why is it any of
you’re business?”
He mentally he sighed, "So much for that…" “Come on, I said I was
sorry, so why do you keep on being so rude?!” He finally burst with anger,
mostly at himself for even bothering to talk to her in the first place.
"Why did I just say sorry and leave? Then I wouldn’t be in this mess!"
“Look, I didn’t ask to get run over by some little boy who doesn’t have
enough of a brain to watch where he’s going! My kimono’s covered in dirt
now, and my mom’s going to kill me!”
“But it’s not my fault!” He insisted, realizing right after he said it,
how young and immature he sounded, “I was trying to find someone and got
lost in thought, but that doesn’t mean you need to act like a brat about
it!”
“You’re calling me a brat?! Why you little…”
Takato had started something, and it went on from there, both of them
flinging insults at each other, and yet neither of them gaining an inch
in their verbal battle.
“Takato? Where are you?!”
“Kai?” Takato looked up from the fight to see his cousin plowing through
the crowd, receiving many glares, and shouts of anger. “Sorry!” He called
back, still running towards him, and the girl beside him that still hadn’t
given him her name.
“Where we’re you?” The brown-eyed boy insisted, “I’ve been looking all
over for you!”
“You’ve been looking for me?! Kai, I just spent the last half an hour
searching for you! You’re the one who ran off leaving me all by myself!”
Kai put a sheepish hand behind his head, “I know, I know…I was just checking
out the sights, no need to get so upset…Sakura?” The last remark was directed
at the girl standing beside him. Her arms crossed over her chest, she wore
a almost angry pout at being interrupted…that is, until she saw Kai. She
looked up slowly, not seeming to believe her own eyes. “…Kai?”
He sent back the same look of surprise. “…Sakura? What are you doing here?!”
“Kai!” She laughed happily, throwing herself at the startled boy, and
hugging him, “My mom said I could go after all, so I can spend some time
with you today!”
Takato watch both of them in surprise and confusion, “Kai…you know her?”
The sheepish look returned, “Yeah, I know her. Takato this is Yume Sakura,
Sakura this it Matsuda Takato...my cousin.”
Sakura removed her arms from Kai, and stepped away from him, before bowing
to Takato in greetings. “I’m sorry about how rude I was before, I didn’t
know that you were Kai’s cousin.” She blushed.
"Does that mean the only reason she’s being nice is because I’m friend’s
with Kai?" He didn’t like the mental image he was getting, and tried
to shake it off. “Don’t’ worry about it.” He replied calmly, forcing a smile.
She returned it, and Takato could tell she had been truthful when she had
had apologized.
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For the rest of the afternoon the three of them went everywhere they could
think of, exploring the different aspects of the festival. From the targeting
booths, to the goldfish area they tried everything they could think of, and
then some. Takato was having one of the best times he had ever had in his
life, and for once the memory of his parent’s death was not on his mind.
It’s sad how good things don't always last.
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“Takato, come on! We still have another hour left!” Kai called to him,
Sakura beside him, practically clinging to his arm. “Yeah come on! We can’t
have you lagging behind!” She commented, with a laugh.
"Eleven years old, and he already has a girlfriend…" Takato
thought to himself in amusement, running to catch up with his friends.
They wandered around for a while longer after that, trying to find anything
they might have missed on their first round, but slowly, the calm, happy
atmosphere that had once been here was disappearing as a gray fog seemed to
swallow the carnival. Takato was the only one unfazed. Knowing what was happening,
and hating the fact that it had to happen now. Too many battles had begun
this way before, and he waited for the digimon he knew that would emerge
from the dark fog any moment now.
The fog started getting so thick that Takato could barely see Sakura and
Kai, neither of which could be any farther than a foot away from him.
"I have to get out of here! I don’t want Sakura and Kai to get caught in
the middle of all this!" His thoughts shouted in worry. He slipped quietly
away from his friends, hoping he’d be lucky enough and they wouldn’t notice.
“Takato, where are you?!”
Of course he never was one of the lucky ones.
He ran, faster and faster, determined to keep his friends out of this,
and to defeat this digimon on his own. "I can’t let them get hurt!"
The outline of the creature was coming into view, but he didn’t get a
chance to look at it for more than a second before he was rammed out of
the way. He fell to the ground, his side aching in pain, and looked up.
It was Guilmon.
“WARNING LASER!”
A thin red beam cut threw the fog and Takato rolled to his right, managing
to prevent serious damage. Sadly, it just wasn’t enough. Suddenly he felt
a sharp pain shoot threw his left arm, checking it he found to his bemusement
a piece of glass that had been wedged into his skin. Instead of being hit
by a Warning Laser, he was cut by glass while trying to avoid the first peril.
He could have laughed at the irony of the situation.
“DESTRUCTION GRENADE!”
“Takato, are you okay?!” He heard a voice come from his left. It was Kai.
He blinked, still in shock, “How did you guys find me?”
Sakura’s eyes, now wide with fear and worry, spoke volumes for Takato,
but she looked away, “We heard you scream.”
Takato shook his head, not realizing he had cried out in pain, before
pushing himself to his feet, “Are you two okay?”
Kai frowned, a look of worry crossing over his features, “We’re fine,
but what about you Takato? And where’s Guilmon?” Both Sakura and Kai looked
none the worse for wear, where Takato seemed to look as if he had just gotten
into one hell of a brawl. And where was Guilmon? He didn’t have a clue.
Kai watched Sakura carefully, and Takato could tell he was worried about
her, if not the strong urge to protect her, and the love he gave off. But
that didn’t matter now. "Don’t they understand?! They need to get out
of here!"
His loss of control was becoming evident to everyone else around him,
if not him in general, “You guys, please… You need to leave!”
“DESTRUCTION GRENADE!”
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Takato was starting gain a reddish hue, as his eyes slowly becoming complete
red… till nothing was visible other than that void of crimson red…
He was losing it…but he could feel it, the power inside him growing, taking
over his body, and in some ways turning him into one complete being. He was
whole again.
A sharp, white line made itself known; cutting diagonally across his eye,
to match the one Guilmon had.
Behind him, Sakura stood, arms raised in front of her face as she tried
to avoid the bright light coming towards her. He could feel her fear.
The Guardromon was watching everything with blank eyes; Takato could read
no emotion from the viral robot digimon. He could see Vamdemon behind the
Guardromon, with his hands on the robot digimon’s shoulders, while giving
a superior smirk at Takato.
Nothing seemed worth his time, other than wiping that smirk off Vamdemon's
face. Not caring what the consequences were Takato charged forward towards
the Viral Digimon pair... Guilmon following his lead. Neither himself nor
his partner seemed to noticed when tons of energy grenades were launched
at them... nor did they notice the ground explode from under them...they just
kept charging ahead.
He was so preoccupied with the battle he never heard Kai scream out in
anguish, as the stray energy grenades struck his girlfriend…
The only thing that mattered to him was Vamdemon...
The only thing he could think of was…
“I will avenge my parents Vamdemon, and I will get my vengeance upon you.”
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The rest of the battle disappeared in a fast blur of motion, finally ending
as Growmon dealt one last blow to Guardromon, and the digimon burst into
a mass of data, only to be absorbed by Guilmon, who had reverted to his regular
form once again.
Takato turned around only to see his cousin starring coldly at him, his
arms warped around a girl in a ripped Kimono.
He didn’t even have to look to know who she was.
Kai’s lowered his eyes, and Takato couldn’t tell if he was just trying
to avoid his own pleading look, or just to look his loved one in the face
on last time.
“…Takato…why?” The boy asked in a shaken voice, “…You could have easily
save her, and yet you chose to give up her life to fight. How could you
even think about doing something like that…?”
“…Kai…I’m…I’m sorry…”
“Takato…” Kai turned away from him, Sakura still cradled in his arms,
“…just leave me alone.”
Takato bit his lower lip to stop what he knew felt like an on coming flow
of tears…he wouldn’t cry…he wouldn’t cry…In a attempt to hold in his emotions,
Takato ran away from his own partner, his best friend, and Sakura…
***End Flashback***
Takato woke from the flashback and lifted his head from the position that
indicated shame. Around him a faint red aura appeared but soon vanished while
Takato had yet to open his eyes. Yet one could easily see the fresh tears
coming from his closed eyes. Other then that no emotion except regret was
visible on the young Matsuda’s face.
~ Remember Matsuda you are and always will be mine! We will meet again
and this time your little power won’t save you. ~
Takato calmly got to his feet leaving his katana embedded in the floor,
and reached into his pocket and pulled out his Digivice and glared at it.
As he touched the metallic surface of the Digivice his eye always ached
right in the same spot where Guilmon was clawed four year prior. No matter
what, he always felt wrong owning this ‘glitch’ of a device.
Was I suppose to have gotten this Digivice, or was it a D-arc that
I should have received?
Was I suppose to have given life to Growmon? Or Guilmon for that matter…
Was I suppose to even have a Digimon?
My life shouldn’t have become this….
Should My life have become worse then it already was?
Was I a mistake, was I even suppose to exist?
Takato dropped his Digivice as he clutched his head as more and more of
these questions appeared in his mind. Each time they got darker and Darker…it
felt as if his mind was ripping itself apart. Various Images flashed threw
his mind of things he had seen and some that he hadn’t seen in his life.
Pictures of that girl he had seen before merging with her Renamon to create
the Ultimate level Digimon; Sakuyamon.
Lots of picture of a creature who looked like a real life version of a
perfection leveled digimon he made up years ago fighting a Tiger like Digimon
whose name escaped him. However, he never knew that digimon could look so
frightening.
Pictures of a Creature unlike any Digimon he ever knew about…it was surrounded
by a huge pinkish blob barrier, devouring his hometown…
Pictures of Vamdemon walking though some black swirling thing of color…
Pictures of his mothers last moments…
Pictures of his father last moments…
Pictures of him holding a bloodied sword with a blank look on his face...
Pictures of him battling and Sakura getting hit with the barrage of energy
grenades….
Pictures of him merging with Guilmon to create a Digimon he vaguely remembered
as Dukemon.
then finally pictures of Him merging with Guilmon to create a Winged Dragon
Digimon with no legs, and that had long blades across his arms.
”Juri… why did you curse me. Were you ever my really my friend?”
Takato scolded himself harshly when he felt tears once again falling down
his cheeks. This weakness was not to be tolerated, he couldn’t be soft… people
got hurt when he did that. He had to eliminate these weaknesses… to keep
his friends or what little family he had left safe.
With that Takato went to his room, and fell into a fit full sleep
as soon as his head hit his pillow.
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