Chapter eight: Lust for Battle
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"Good job, Terriermon!"
"Thanks, Jen!" Terriermon called back, his excitement obvious. It was easily
noticeable that his Digimon was loving the fact that he was joining the battle
for what must have seemed like the first time in ages.
They'd been on the other side of the city when the radar on his D-Arc had
gone off. His first thought had been to ignore it figuring; one of the other
tamers in the city would take care of it. Jenrya knew there was at least
one other tamer in the city limits that knew how to take care of the wild
Digimon, he'd even talked to her once, thought it hadn't been what he'd call
an ideal conversation.
Still-knowing that there was a wild Digimon on the loose and ignoring it,
wasn't really an option, he'd decided in the end. "You just needed an
excuse to get out of fighting, didn't you?" He asked himself in annoyance.
Just because he didn't want to fight...what if someone else got hurt because
he hadn't been there to help out and maybe stop the wild Digimon from destroying
everything? Still...something in the back of his mind continued to complain,
telling him this wasn't fair. Had he asked to be protector of the city? It
was hard, harder than he liked to admit, though the pressure had lessened
now that he knew if he wasn't there, someone else stood a chance of stopping
whatever new evil Digimon had arrived. And maybe there were still others he
didn't know about...it was an encouraging thought, to say the least.
His mind already made up he'd headed to the battle scene, praying it wasn't
too late to make a difference in the outcome of the fight that had most-likely
started already. He knew there was still a chance of him being able to help
out if the battle was not going in the other Tamers favor, though he knew
it would involve more of Terriermon than himself. It didn't matter though,
he knew of his partner's willingness to fight. He wasn't going to be disappointed
tonight.
Which lead them both to where they were right now, though much had passed
since they had first arrived.
Both of them had remained silent when arriving at the scene, amazingly enough
even Terriermon had managed to keep his witty comments to himself after seeing
what lay before them.
“Takato?!” Was that him? He couldn’t be sure at this point in time. The
sliver-haired boy he’d had shared a class with for the past few weeks held
a katana in his hand now, defending himself against a large mysteriously
colored Garurumon…but the strangest thing of all was the fact that he was
glowing… "Now that’s not something you see everyday..."
And that girl again…the red-haired one. She stood just a little to their
right, watching in shock as her Digimon ignored her completely. At the time
he'd almost felt sorry for her. From what he'd seen, she seemed to take her
battles very seriously, training her Digimon to be the best that it could
be, and here it was ignoring her? It must have dealt quite a blow to her ego.
Renamon might have been strong, but she would still have to work at her Digimon's
obedience, which was lacking.
Maybe her and her Digimon needed to spend more time together and stop worrying
about fighting all the time...then again, he shouldn't have been judging,
he didn't know them, maybe their relationship went farther than even he could
imagine and they just didn't show it on the battlefield. In some ways, that
seemed like the logical thing to do. And then there was her Digimon's eyes...the
look they gave off was nothing short of creepy, it was almost as if she wasn't
really there, and therefore had no control of what she was doing...that's
when they had jumped in to help.
******
Silently she cursed to herself for not noticing the peace-loving tamer when
he’d first arrived. What was he doing here anyway?! It wasn't like she couldn't
handle what was going on around her! She immediate admitted that thought to
be a lie. True, she could usually handle the situations she managed to get
herself into, with Renamon to back her up. But this one was different. She
didn't have Renamon this time, and she was officially at a loss of what to
do.
Still, she couldn't just do nothing. Ruki turned back to watch the battle
once more, watching her Digimon attack the Chaos Garurumon in a berserk like
method. Renamon had never acted like this before. Something was wrong…it had
to be.
Ruki continued to watch the fight between both Chaos Garurumon and her own
Digimon. She’d given up long ago when it came to putting a stop to the brutal
battle as it raged on, at the moment she was having enough trouble regaining
the control of her own Digimon let lone trying to stop the Adult on her own.
However, her thoughts were ignoring him for the time being settling on Renamon.
"Why is she doing this?! This had never happened before…."
Quickly, she began to dig through her own pockets wondering if she had brought
anything of use with her…of course there was her D-Arc, but how would that
help? She didn’t want to help her Digimon this time, she wanted to stop her!
“Wait-that’s it!”
With that said, Ruki pulled a deck of cards from her pocket. Flipping through
them quickly she finally picked out the one she had been searching for. Holding
the card in one hand and her D-Arc in the other, she sent a quick mental pray
to anyone who was willing to listen, “Please let this work….”
“CARDSLASH!...Training Grips!”
Suddenly, a burst of light came from her D-Arc, blinding everyone in the
area, including herself…when it cleared Renamon seemed to be trapped in some
sort of restraint. Unable to move, she was forced to stop her attempts of
reaching ChaosGarurumon, instead she concentrated on getting herself free
from the restraints that bound her. Her berserk like method would not help
her now, though. Though it seemed to give her extra strength and a certain
sense around her that told everyone around her that she would stop at nothing,
she suddenly seemed to lack the intelligence to stop and think about freeing
herself. Instead she continued to struggle, her pitiful attempted doing nothing
to free her.
“That should hold her for now. Not for long though….”
******
The Chaos Garurumon was almost overcome by the enticing scent of blood that
his opponent seemed to spray the battleground with. His desire for battle
was the only thing that kept him charging forward, rushing at his opponent
blindly with not even the slightest bit of comprehension of what he was doing.
Suddenly a light emerged out of no where, blinding his sight; however, when
he could see again…one of his annoyances was gone, bound by her own Tamer
and unable to get in his way. Still…she needed to be properly deposed of.
He shot towards her at a run and head butted the kitsune off the field,
watching as she landed beside her Tamer. Now there was only that pesky Terriermon
to take care of. And then he could fight his true opponent…the Avatar…
******
“CHAOS FLAME!”
Terriermon’s speed was the only thing that gave him a certain edge in this
battle as a pure white blast flew at the spot he had once been standing. Instead
of hitting him, the blast hit the wall, cutting through it as if it were
a hot knife through butter.
“What’s the matter? Am I too fast for you?" Terriermon asked in a mocking
tone of voice, seemingly determined to annoy his opponent as much as possible.
The Garurumon’s angry growl signified that Terriermon’s taunting was having
the desired effect, and instead of ignoring the pesky Dog bunny Digimon, Terriermon
had gained its undivided attention.
“Okay, so I’ve succeeded in getting the blast-happy Garurumon away from
Takato, now what?” Options were limited, and it didn’t help that he didn’t
have a plan, only instructions. Besides, what was going happen once the Garurumon
caught on? It didn’t look that stupid, and it would eventually figure out
that he was only there as a distraction.
Finally returned to the matter at hand, Terriermon suddenly realized that
Chaos Garurumon was charging at him a fierce look of determination in its
eyes.
“CARD SLASH! …Speed Plug in H!”
Terriermon threw a quick thank you to his Tamer as he felt a new type of
date entering his body through the use of the Digimon modification card Jen
had just swiped through his D-Arc. Suddenly a new type of energy ran through
him giving his speed capabilities a hyper boost. Terriermon raced away from
the scene leaving his very confused opponent to slam face first into a wall.
“Sheesh, I’ve seen Bakumon with more brains then you!” Terriermon commented,
with a kind of grin only seen after having his partner save his life again
with his quick thinking, "Couldn't do it without you, Jen."
The entire structure of the wall had fallen over, leaving the Chaos Garurumon
buried under the rubble, and, Terriermon thinking that the battle was already
over. "That was easier than I thought it would be...."
What he didn’t expect was the Chaos Garurumon to rise up from the load of
concrete piled on top of him, and with a growl that signified both anger and
frustration, to begin charging at him.
As soon as he heard the enraged Digimon, Terriermon jumped into the air
and floated to the other side of the battlefield to avoid getting the Tamers
involved. He held his ears to his left side, waving them up and down all the
while shouting, “Toro, toro!” Like he had once seen on some gaijin show involving
bulls and people trying to trick them.
“CHAOS FLAME!”
As the Digimon charged towards him it let loose a bright blue beam from
it’s mouth, surprising the unsuspecting Terriermon and freezing his ears
into a block of ice, completely immobilizing the data type.
“Err...you know I was just kidding about the lower then a Bakumon intelligence
thing, right?"
From the look on ChaosGarurumon's face, he didn't care if he had been joking
or not.
"Uhh...momentai?”
******
The Chaos Garurumon smirked at the helpless Digimon before him. An annoyance…that’s
what it was. It would pay for preventing him from claiming his prize, which
could have been his long ago, if not for the interruptions. He could practically
taste the fear coming off his opponent in waves; it was so delicious he could
feel his viral side taking over…
But, no…he wanted the annoyance to suffer, he wouldn’t use physical attacks
for this one…only his favorite.
“CHAOS FLAME!”
For the first time in the entire battle a stream of fire came from the mouth
of the triumphant Garurumon. It caught an iced Terriermon, completely enveloping
him in flame. As a result, Terriermon was left leaning against the wall he
had hit from the force of the blast. His body badly burnt as he continued
to phase in and out.
Listening, he could hear his Tamer searching frantically for what must have
been a ‘Seed of Health’ card, and smirked dryly.
Finally, the annoyance spoke again, “Well…if I’m going to die, I ain’t going
to do it alone!” With that said he got to his feet, using his ears as balance,
and preceded to gather his strength for a blazing fire attack, the strange
thing was that he was holding it in…confusion fell upon everyone on the field.
His body’s form had begun flashing like a static filled television.
The Garurumon took one look at that action with suspicion, but almost immediately
decided to forget about it due to his ignorance. Instead he opened his mouth
to say something other than his usual attack, “Now this battle ends for you
little one.” He spoke with a taunting dark tone of voice, before proceeding
to launch his one attack, “CHAOS FLAME!”
At the same time, the badly damaged Terriermon launched his own attack,
“OMEGA BLAZING FIRE!” A fireball left from the child Digimon was almost as
big as the child itself. His eyes were closing slightly…
The beam of pure energy cut threw the fire ball like a cannon ball threw
a piece of paper, and when the beam hit the already damaged child; he burst
into data, creating a large dome of light that surrounded the entire battlefield.
Terriermon was gone.
******
Elsewhere Culumon and Guilmon were having the time of their lives. By themselves,
both of them played together, away from prying eyes.
Chasing each other around as they played tag and other games the little
Digimon came up with. Guilmon was always happy to agree with whatever he
wanted anyway, all of his games sounded fun.
While he didn’t look it Culumon was worried about his new friend, after
all when the sun was actually in the sky his friend started to go “nutty”
for some reason. Maybe his new friend was crazy..? Either way, Culumon knew
the games were helping distract his friend from whatever was going on around
them. His eyes, no longer red with anger, weren't gleaming with happiness
either, but had taken on a slightly dulled look. He was looking better, though.
His markings weren't shinning like they had done before, either. That had
to be a good sign. After a few more minutes Culumon even forgot that his friend
had lost it for a bit.
However, that changed when, suddenly, Guilmon lost his current interest
of having fun. His symbols began glowing as pain swept through Guilmon’s
body, almost like lightening had hit him, and in response he fell to the
ground, curling up into a ball as if he thought if might stop the pain coursing
through him.
Sadly, his new friend mistakenly thought he was doing something else, “Come
on, Guilmon! Culu! You're supposed to hop like a Koromon not curl up like
an Armadimon…culu. Are you listening to me?”
The enigmatic baby level two Digimon tried to get his friend’s attention
but there seemed to be no point. “Why is he ignoring me? Culu…”
Suddenly, Guilmon’s markings turned a reddish color, his red eyes glowing....
“Culu! Guilmon, stop being silly! Culu, what are you doing?”
“GUILMON EVOLVE TO…GROWMON!”
In the place of a child-like dinosaur, a much larger version of itself stood
in replacement. Only this version had wings. His eyes still glowing a fierce
and fiery red he spoke, his voice no louder then a whisper, “Takatomon…in
danger…must protect….” The symbols that covered the newly formed Growmon’s
body began to glow even brighter, till it almost hurt just to look at him.
“Whoa…” Culumon spoke, nothing but pure amazement in his voice. “Wait for
me!”
Growmon took off into the sky, never noticing the added weight to his tail,
or the happy squeal of, “WEEEEEEEEE!” that came from his unknown passenger.
******
Jenrya tore his eyes off the battlefield to look at his D-arc…for the first
time in his life, it held nothing but static.
His partner was gone…it was hard to accept it but he knew it was the truth…he
knew something had happened to him no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
“I shouldn’t have let him battle….” He spoke in a tone barely over a whisper,
tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. In letting his partner and
best friend in the world fight, he had helped in his own destruction. “I’m
sorry, Terriermon...it wasn’t supposed to end like this..!” Something told
him he had done the right thing it didn’t help to ease the pain, though.
Suddenly, he gasped in shock as he felt his D-arc as slowly it began to
give off heat…hotter and hotter it got until finally it got to be so his
hand had begun to burn and he was forced to drop it. He watched as the entire
device save for the view screen and the circle of green that surrounded it
began to change into a bright red. He could actually see smoke rising from
the device as if to prove it was really burning. “As if the burn on my
hand wasn’t enough.” He thought grimly. Suddenly, the device began to
cool down, but at the same time, not returning to its original colors of
pale silver and emerald green. Its new form had taken away the silver and
replaced it was pitch black, but keeping it’s normal emerald green at the
same time.
After the smoke was long gone and he was sure he felt no heating coming
off of it, Jenrya picked up his D-Arc and pointed it at the large dome of
light before him, getting a ‘Unknown Digimon’ in response. Suddenly the dome
vanished and a new Digimon stood in replacement of what had once been his
Terriermon.
This new Digimon wore blue jeans and a golden ammo belt across its chest,
and was covered in midnight black fur everywhere save for it’s face where
a mask of green coloring covered from just past the unknown digimon’s mouth
to just about the end of it’s long ears the tip was a darker green that seemed
to mix with the black fur. It also had five orange markings; two under each
of its eyes and one diamond shaped one on its forehead. On it’s arms were
two massive multi-barreled gattling guns, each one both as large as the mysterious
digimon’s head.
Once again, Jenrya brought his D-arc out to survey the new Digimon but this
time received a response, “Black Galgomon, an adult Digimon who despite being
the dark evolution of Terriermon or it’s counterpart Black Terriermon is still
a vaccine…it’s attacks are the same as Galgomon’s.”
Jenrya glanced at the Digimon, expecting a sarcastic comment that would
confirm him as being his one and only Terriermon…but got in return only glowing
red eyes….
Soulless, red eyes…
******
The Garurumon stared at his new opponent with a look of hate. Not only should
his attack have deleted that pathetic child, but it should have erased his
entire data formation from existence; however, somehow the child had not only
managed to survive the attack, but had evolved into a new, and much more
powerful form than before.
It was almost as if he was mocking him…worse than any words could possibly
do. The mongrel Digimon was mocking his strength, his pride, his power in
which his opponent must have believed was much weaker than his own…he was
sadly mistaken though. He was a disgrace to the Digimon race, working with
those humans. He could not...no, he would not be defeated by such a being.
“I will not be defeated by a Digimon that must take charity from humans
because he cannot defend himself on his own!” Readying himself to fire yet
another attack he was stopped when Black Galgomon raised his arms. His opponent
would obviously not be so easily defeated. It’s eyes glowing a fiery red,
a mischievous grin appeared on it’s face, before turning into a much more
sinister grin.
“GATTLING ARM!”
It was at that point in time that all hell broke loose.
******
“Huh..? Where am I?”
Takato suddenly awoke to a symphony of pain that could even make an ultimate
leveled Digimon cry. Pain…everywhere. It made it hard to concentrate, to think
of anything else other than the stinging sensation coursing through his body.
He could feel all of the cuts and other wounds he had manage to gain over
the past few days open up. But one thing confused him…one thing he had come
to realize just a while after Guilmon came into being was that any type of
injury he happened to receive would had disappeared within 24 hours or so.
These injuries lasted though…it was mind boggling to think that he abnormal
healing rate would suddenly change over night. It didn’t make sense, to say
the least.
And to top it all off, he felt as if he had been awake for months upon end,
his eyes stung like hell as if telling him to embrace the darkness that called
to him.
But, despite all this, he still has his katana. It lay in one of his hands,
face down on the ground. Still, he could have sworn he had dropped it when
he’d hit the wall…
How he’d ended up in his position, he did not know. It was completely different
than the one he had once been it before he lost conciseness…it was almost
as if he had been acting without feeling, having no clue of what he was doing…the
thought disturbed him. That was the only conclusion besides the fact that
someone could have maybe placed him in this position. But why would someone
do that? Too many unanswered questions.
Suddenly, new presence’s distracted him from his feelings of confusion and
distress…Guilmon, he was nearing the area, and together, he knew that they
could do anything, unanswered questions, or not.
But, wait-there was more than just Guilmon. There was a disturbance, something
he had not felt until now. Looking up, Takato finally realized that it was
the two other Digimon on the field: Black Galgomon wearing a sinister grin,
far from encouraging considering the look on his partner’s face; and, Chaos
Garurumon, where Black Galgomon’s were fixed on, not letting the Digimon out
of his sight, and his opponent watching him just as closely. Black Galgomon
was ready for action, though the same could not be said for the Garurumon.
“GATTLING GUN!”
The guns of the recently evolved form of Terriermon began to spin around,
faster and faster. Suddenly, thousands of energy bullets were being fired,
directly at Chaos Garurumon. Luckily for him, he seemed to have enough sense
to turn away, and for the bullets that had been meant for his head, instead
penetrated his stomach and shoulder. Takato looked away, an almost pained
expression on his face. He could handle fighting; he’d dealt with it a lot
in his past few years of living with Guilmon. But to watch a Digimon being
pumped full of holes, and to still survive...it was wrong; the Digimon should
have been put out of its misery long ago.
It was phasing…in…and out, now. A tale-tell sign that it was dying.
However, for whatever reason, Black Galgomon did not stop firing. Instead,
the sinister grin had grown bigger before, and he was now enjoying shooting
at anything in the area, turning around and around, firing in all directions.
“Why doesn’t he stop?! Can’t he see that he’ll end up hurting one of
us?!" While Takato may have been half dazed he did know one thing about
the situation:
Black Galgomon was enjoying every moment of his on attack.
Jenrya was smart enough to hide, away from the flying of bullets…but the
girl… “Ruki..?” She was still standing there, a shocked expression on her
face. She had been standing there the entire time, and yet it had not noticed
until now. In a spilt second, he reacted, a run and tackle and suddenly both
of them were down.
But the pain…in engulfed him, as he felt several objects pierce the skin
of his left arm. He felt sick, when he thought to hard about it…one person
could only tolerate so much pain in one day…instead, he distracted himself
with his thoughts, “I guess she’s still in shock…must be considering she
hasn’t tried to hurt me yet, but then again, I think I’m doing a good enough
job of hurting myself at this moment in time.”
He winced. “Is this what it feels like to die…?” He wasn’t sure he
wanted to know. Still, if it had been protecting that girl… "I guess dying
wouldn’t be that bad if it was for her..." Finally, his thoughts drifted
back to his Guilmon, "Where are you, Guilmon..?" His eyes were closing
by now; he was too damn tired to worry himself by such things….
Slowly, he drifted into unconscieness.
******
Elsewhere, in the skies over West Shinjuki, a red and black, demon-like
creature could be seen flapping his giant black wings in a furious motion.
His eyes burned with such an intense fire that the night sky around him seemed
to light up around him. To anyone who looked up into the sky would have thought
they saw a giant fireball through the dense clouds surrounding the area.
The demon-like creature snarled, glowing out a simple phrase in its own
bestial manner; uttering three words as if they were a mantra:
“Must…help…Takatomon!”
******
On a nearby rooftop, overlooking the once prosperous Matsuda Bakery, a mysterious
figure could be seen, wearing what looked to be a hooded cloak. The figure’s
gender, as well as age, was masked in mystery. In fact, nothing that could
help in identifying the person was visible.
It watched the prone and bleeding form of Takato who was acting as a shield
for the Kitsune’s Tamer, who seemed to be unconscious.
While observing the pair, and paying little to no attention to the out-of–control
Mutt digimon, a few drops of rain hit the figure. Then another few. Rain drops
being to fall from the sky at a slow pace, but eventually exceeding at a
faster rate. It was now pouring, and though this was not astonishing (West
Shinjuku often received rain such as this), the unnatural speed in which
the change took place was.
The mysterious figure turned its head to the sky to observe for the first
time, the clouds that had mysteriously appeared overhead. And, while doing
so, the hood of the cloak it wore fell down…revealing feminine face.
The flashes of lightening overhead illuminated her figure even more, all
the way down to the mask of metal that covered the top half of her face. Her
body was covered in a cloak, masking her figure.
Taking her eyes away from the sky, the unknown female cursed and brought
a hand to her chest, taking a small star shaped pendent into her hand. In
result, a blue light surrounded her form…almost immediately she began to fade
away, as if she were being erased. Before completely disappearing, she turned
her head back to face the unconscious chosen boy, a smirk appearing on her
illuminated face.
“Soon…” Her almost hauntingly beautiful voice whispered. She turned
her head away from the battle, looking at the ground before closing her eyes.
“...The chaotic one shall meet his end, and with him…the demon.”
With these last words spoken, the female vanished completely, gone without
a trace. To most, it was like she had never even existed.
******
*Click, click*
Black Galgomon’s mischievous look of glee vanished as soon as he heard that
sound, pausing he tried to activate his guns once more.
*Click, click*
His guns were dry…his energy gattling guns were both dry…
Slowly his eyes, starting to loose their red glow, began to regain the intelligence
they had once held, “Wha-What happened?”
Everything around him was filled with bullet holes, the ground full of craters
as well. He saw the static-like form of Chaos Garurumon, the damaged body
of Takato, and Jenrya who seemed to be hiding behind a dumpster, looking at
him, his eyes filled with fear.
“What’s with the look..?” He asked his Tamer, still confused as to what
had happened.
“YOU!” An angry voice behind him growled out.
Black Galgomon turned towards the voice, only to dodge a stream of fire,
he looked up to see what looked like a demonic dragon, unlike any he had ever
seen glaring down upon him.
The angry eyes of the demonic dragon sent shivers down the adult digimon’s
spine, not to mention its body was something that even a Devimon would have
nightmares about. And, oh yeah, must not forget that red fire-like energy
that seemed to radiate off the beast….
"Hmm…lets see, bring in the mail, avoid Shuichon until Jen gets home
from school, have a nap, defeat that Garurumon …no, fighting a demon-like
dragon was not on the to-do list!" Right now, his only response to meeting
this Digimon was to run like hell and find safer ground.
"No, I’m not a coward…okay, maybe I am in some situations (the thought
of Shuichon came to mind), but I’m not an idiot either…facing an airborne
beast in an alleyway would definitely not be a good idea..."
A sharp whistling was heard in the air, and Black Galgomon jumped out of
the way, just as the winged beast tried to dive-bomb him. After landing on
the ground, Black Galgomon turned around and winced as he saw the creature
had just about landed head first into the ground, into a pile of metal beams.
A small white creature suddenly emerged from what much have been his hiding
spot on the beast’s tail, and started to try and shake the beast into awakening,
“Come on, culu…wake up, Guilmon!”
Black Galgomon took a step back, "How could waking that thing up possibly
be a good thing?! Hey, wait a second…Guilmon?! No, it couldn’t be…."
The red haze around the dragon creature seemed to intensify. Instead of
the illusion of fire he had seen earlier, he could now actually feel the
heat that flame was giving off. Small golden triangles also began to glow
and make themselves known upon the black rings that covered the demon’s body.
Without warning, it burst out of the ground, shrapnel spreading everywhere
and a look of primal rage upon its face. Its eyes were no longer visible under
the glowing red that surrounded them.
Surprisingly enough, blood seemed to be running down its face where he had
been hurt.
"What the-? What is this thing?! I’ve never seen a Digimon bleed before…."
However, the little white creature didn’t seem to care about the blood,
“Culu! This is no more fun, Guilmon!” The only response he received was to
be shoved out of the way by one of Guilmon’s massive arms. Opening his mouth,
he began to inhale, a fire growing inside….
“Well, two can play at this game.” He spoke with an almost amused tone,
despite the situation, “If you want to fight, then I’ll give you a fight
to remember.” With that said Black Galgomon raised his hands and cocked his
guns….
*Click, click*
…A faint but audible hissing sound rose from the barrels of his energy gattling
guns, the tell-tale sign of metal cooling when it should have been hot and
blasting energy. It also slipped him another piece of important information:
He was dead meat.
Glancing over to Jen he could tell that he was really in trouble. Usually
his Tamer had a backup plan if something failed, but this time all he got
was a helpless look. He didn’t know what do either.
Finally, the dragon shut his mouth before thrusting his head forward and
releasing a jet of flames from his mouth.
Black Galgomon watched as the flames neared him, knowing that he couldn’t
jump out of the way in time, knowing that this was end…just as he was reborn
he was going to die again, how unfair.
However, the flames never reached Black Galgomon, surprisingly enough, something
else blocked it instead. The small white creature had jumped in the way of
blast, taking the whole thing full on himself.
"That tiny creature got in the way? But why?"
Suddenly, all light in the area seemed to center on one point, an orb of
blue light surrounded the small creature as he began to rise into the area
extending its ears and its symbols flashing bright red. However, the sphere
around it began to expand until it slowly began to cover the entire area,
despite what his instincts told him. Black Galgomon couldn’t move any of his
limbs, and from the look of things, neither could anyone else in the area.
Bit by bit, his energy being torn...no...not torn...but ripped away
from him, Black Galgomon watched as the same fate fell upon the other creatures.
******
Jenrya, feeling a little worse for ware, rose from the ground behind the
convenient dumpster that he had hide behind, and looked at his surroundings,
wincing slightly.
The building that he had once watched his ‘friend’ enter only a few days
ago, looked as if was about to collapse, the walls were broken and busted,
and it now had a hole that went through the length of the building, not to
mention a few others…
"There goes Takato’s house…"
He was just about to call out for his partner, when suddenly all light in
the area centered on one point which began to glow blue, maybe just a few
blocks away. He didn’t know what had happened, but ran towards the light as
if his life depended on it…
When he arrived he was greeted with the slight of his partner in his alternate
child form, shivering from what could be fear...or pain?. Regaurdless, he
picked up his partner and the look of pain seemed to vannish and a look of
innocence appeared. It was almost as if the other look never was there.Though
he didn’t know why, he felt safer with him like this, a more innocent expression
on his Digimon’s face as he slept. It definitively wasn’t the face of a killer…he
didn’t want to hurt anyone.
“Come on, Terriermon. It’s been a long day, let’s go home….”
Gently, he picked up his Digimon, and began the walk home.
******
Ruki awoke from her unwanted slumber to the sounds of ragged breathing.
Opening her eyes, she was greeted by a boy’s sleeping face next to her own.
Immediately she felt her face heat up, and by utilizing the self-dense classes
her grandmother had signed her up for, she threw the offending body away from
her own. For a moment her mind was blank as to what caused these events to
occur, and she got to her feet, looking around in hopes of sparking a memory
into awakening.
The grounds were the battle had taken place were utterly demolished, the
buildings around her looking as if someone had gone trigger-happy with a machine
gun, if not something bigger.
The flash of a gun-toting, black and emerald green furred creature popped
into her head, and she couldn’t help but curse in frustration as she realized
she had been beaten once again, not to mention humiliated…and she still hadn’t
gotten what she had come for.
She heard the noise of metal grinding against hard concrete and turned to
find out what it was. The red-haired Tamer found her partner with what looked
to be a very beat up and bloodied boy on her shoulder. She started to speak
but stopped as the sound of sirens came roaring from what seemed to be a few
streets away.
Not wanting to be caught and questioned about her activities in the area,
Ruki gave a signal to her Digimon to stay silent and to get home as quickly
as possible.
With that done, they vanished into the night.
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