So...this is a repost of this story, split down into smaller bites, as a 10600 word story was kinda hard to swallow. Smaller chapters, but I didn't do too much editing, so some of the ends may feel, well, awkward. But, this is for you guys, so...

This is the sequel to No Way Out, so you may wanna start with that first. I own nothing, except for the concept of Counter Crests, and Chip and Blake Swanson. I do not own Digimon, nor Five Finger Death Punch, although I wish I could play with them :/

Anyways, enjoy!

Mirror's Supremacy

1

Menace

"I've got a killers blood

Running deep inside my veins

Don't expect you to understand

I was born without a name

I see right through you

Your opinions are a fucking joke

I'll crucify you on a silver spoon

I hope you choke!

I'm finished tryna please the

World that spins around me.

This time, I'm doin' it for

Me and me alone.

I don't need anyone, don't think I ever did.

Not tryin' to be selfish.

Just doin' what i know

I'M A MENACE!"

Five FInger Death Punch

Menace

American Capitalist

"When one is only darkness, how does one find light?"

It has plagued me my whole existence. Made only of evil, how can i hope for anything more? Even when i give myself for others, i end up overlooked, ignored...beaten. The gate should have stayed closed, but it did not. I should be gone, but I am not. Maybe that is the source of my problems. Maybe I was not successful in sealing the gate because I am too powerful for even myself to destroy.

And what was that the little ones said about...friends? It has been so long, I barely remember. What could they find in me that has eluded me for so long?

So long...

Even the digital world spat me out; my data no longer required for its function. Where I am, I know not. But what good would that information do me? I've no place to go. Theres no challenge for me. The only respectable foe I've known denied my combat. Perhaps my life is not what I've known. Perhaps I am not made solely to fight. But if not to fight, then What?

I've heard it once, but how does one find this...

Peace?

-/-

'This is it.' he thought, straightening his tie. 'I can't believe I'm gonna do this.' He checked his hair in the hall mirror and went out to his car.

'This is it.' she thought, putting the last of her eyeliner on. 'I can't believe I'm gonna do this.' She checked her hair one last time and went down to the parking lot.

He pulled into the lot of the building he knew so well. Seconds after he parked, the passenger door opened and the most beautiful women he ever saw climbed in. He had to almost catch his jaw before it hit the floor. She closed the door and blushed slightly.

"Hi." she said, shyly looking down.

"HI." he replied with the same, half whisper, ad he lit the engine and started off. They sat in silence as he drove.

'God, I love her.' he thought.

'God, I love him.' she thought.

'But did we do the right thing?'

They drove on in peaceful silence, awkwardly basking in their secret. But the basking soon ceased, leaving the silence simply awkward. Soon, they both couldn't handle it.

"Sora?"

"Tai?"

They spoke at the same time, stalling them both. She giggled slightly. "You go first."

"Sure." he smiled softly. "You look beautiful, Sora." She could see his cheeks enflame at the words, and hers did too.

"Tai, thank you. For everything."

He smiled and forcibly removed his eyes from the angel sitting next to him to the road ahead.

-/-

"Great. You're here." Izzy opened the door, greeting the only remaining digidestined. "Were all waiting."

"You know it takes Tai hours to fix his hair." Sora scoffed.

"Well, nevermind. We have to go. Everyone's waiting for us." Izzy opened his laptop and grabbed his digivice. Within seconds, the three of them were home.

This concept is so...alien to me. How ironic that as an alien myself, I can not realize a concept just as alien. This life taunts me.

I can never find it out here, despited the empty and calm. No, I need to speak with those who know its meaning. Those who live it. Those who taught me of it. It shall not be hard; this material is lighter than the air I used to breath. I could be upon that planet in no time.

But how will I know where?

They touched down in an open field. In any direction, grass and flowers could be seen out to the horizon. In the center of this field was a lake with a small forest on the side. Just outside the forest was a glowing orb. In the dark night, this orb was their beacon.

"Sorry about the distance." Izzy said, straightening his shirt. "I can usually land us within a hundred yards, but today I was kinda rushed."

Tai looked at Sora.

"Don't look at me!" she gasped. "I didn't spend thirty minutes styling my hair. I was ready on time." He laughed and they started on their way. Within a few minutes, they had reached their destination. Tai and Sora were stunned at how beautiful the party was.

Pires of stone held up the corners of the party center and between each tower were lines of string from which candlelit lamps hung, crossing the square where tables and a floor were set up. It seemed almost too large for the small number there. Izzy had set up a sound system playing music for them all to enjoy. He wanted Matt's band to play, but Matt wanted the night off. They agreed that Teenage Wolves would come anyways, incase Matt changed his mind. Food was not a scarce substance as it had been before in the digital world. With some convincing from Mim and Yolei, Digitamamon agreed to cater for them. Every couple was excited.

And they were as follows:

Tai and Sora, obviously. After their problems with Matt, they had grown only closer.(A/N strongly recommend you read my other stories first. Otherwise, you'll probably get lost.)

Matt and Mimi, enjoying the speedy and light relationship they had.

TK and Kari, to no ones surprise.

Davis and Brandi, a girl who everyone thought was just a little too "loose" for Davis, who was obviously covering for the fact that Kari had gone with someone else.

Joe alone and with no explanation.

Izzy and self, being too sensitive to "just pick someone."

Ken and Yolei, to no ones surprise.

Cody and his mother, which bothered some at first, but Cody assured them that he had a camping trip with his grandfather tomorrow and that they wouldn't stay long. It was always hard being the youngest digidestined, but he was happy that his mother finally got to see the digital world.

Every member of Matt's band brought a date of their own, except for their guitarist. An American, the young prodigy stunned them with his skill and easily replaced their original guitarist, Musso Chibi, who split after the disastrous christmas show, saying that he could "deal with screaming fans, but not with angry dinosaurs". The others understood, but it didn't make Matt's life any easier. He couldn't have a rock band without a guitarist. It was only luck that Matt ran into Chip Swanson outside an LA studio. He overheard Matt complaining to Tai over the phone about needing a guitarist, and having been working on learning Japanese for unseen circumstances, volunteered his services. Not seeing any possible negative, Matt took him in and instantly loved him. As a musician, that is. Chip by far proved himself capable to handle their music. Chibi's solos were rudimentary at best, but Swanson could start a fire with his fingers. He had brought the band together and to new heights. Despite his talent, he was still new to Japan, thus disabling himself from the dating game. But the digital world leveled these fields, allowing him to open to the other digidestined.

Chip wasn't alone in this faraway land, though. Chip, the same age as Matt and Tai, had a younger brother, the same aged as TK and Kari. Blake, unlike Chip didn't speak a word of Japanese. Chip was slowly teaching him what little he knew, but outside of the digital world, communication was a bit of an issue. They were lucky that most of the digidestined spoke english.

The group greatly enjoyed the dancing and snacking. But after awhile, Chip grew restless.

"What's wrong, Chip?" Mimi asked, noticing his uneasy look. All the girls, whether they would admit it or not, we're head over heals in love with him, and reasonably so. Standing at a strong six-foot-three with a respectable frame and nearly no body fat, Chip was the picture of strength and durability. Even in the States, his size was above average. But since Joe, being the tallest of them, stood only at five-eleven, they saw him, in the most respectful way, as a monster. The band had seen him work, proving that he wasn't just big, but strong as well. He would carry two hundred pound speakers on his shoulders with ease. All the digidestined were fit, but no one was even close to Chip's power. But what surprised them most was that Chip had a very sound and well used mind. His songs were complicated, but retained a simplistic beauty to them that held it's audience captive. He could also spend hours talking physics and philosophy with Ken and Izzy. Although not many of the digidestined talked to him, they somehow understood that he could always help them. All in all, the others excepted him and his brother as their own.

"Oh," he sighed. "This is probably the longest I've gone without playing."

"Well, this party is getting pretty lame." Matt said, joining them. "Why don't we solve both our problems?" Chip smiled, nodded, and unlocked his case.

Besides his amazing playing ability, he was actually an awesome composer. Once through his metal shell, he would write numerous beautiful pieces, all addressed to a girl he knew in America. He rarely talked about her; in fact he never brought her up. It was only through Blake's insight that they even knew of her existence. They were careful not to bring the subject up around him.

I believe that's the rift there. I must prepare for our encounter. I cannot guarantee my quest for peace will be peaceful. Irony is cold.

I suppose it is wrong to skip over the digital world without searching it first. They may be there already. Besides, I so hate the human world. I would rather discover my meaning in a place with meaning, not in that hell hole in which they live.

Matt gathered the rest of the band away from their dates and prepped them for the show. Tai stood and watched them as they tuned and checked sound. Over the course of the night, he reluctantly detached himself from the rest of the group. Not very noticeably, not enough to raise alarms, but just enough for Sora to notice. When someone would do something that would cause everyone to fall over laughing, he'd just chuckle. Small things like that made her wonder what was happening in that big head of hair of his.

Like now. As the band set up to play and the others gathered 'round, Tai stood off at the edge of the clearing with his arms crossed and his mind lost. Sora noticed and joined him, putting her hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly at the touch.

"Hey." she said. "Lets go for a walk."

He nodded and linked up with her arm as they headed out towards the forest.

-/-

Chip was standing on stage, tuning his Les Paul to a standard, open E. He didn't fear playing. He loved it. Almost as much as he loved...her. His reminiscing was cut short by the random and sudden appearance of Ken in front of the stage.

"Uh, hey Ken." he said jumping back to reality. "What can I do for you?"

"I hear you play pretty well." Ken had never actually seen Chip play before, but everyone had said he was really good and he just had to see for himself.

"It's been said" Chip said with a chuckle, popping the cap and taking a swig from his water bottle.

""Would you mind showing me something?"

"Um, course." He decided on the solo from their big hit, I turn around. It was simple enough for the virtuoso; only having simple bends and small, rhythmical runs. It tended to please a crowd better than his some of his more difficult pieces, but Ken remained unamused.

"Mind if I...?"

"Knock yourself out." Chip said, handing ken the axe. Ken went right to work, playing back the same exactly solo for Chip. And as the metaphorical blood was drying, followed up with the solo from AC/DC's Highway To Hell, a solo similar in technique and difficulty. Chip saw the genius's intention, and cracked his knuckles with a smirk. He held up his finger, grabbed his other guitar, a custom Ibanez S420, plugged in and looked down at Ken.

"This ought to be fun."