Holy Light
FanFiction by Donna S. McLean
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, nor any of its characters. I do, however, own the made-ups in this story.
About: What if, after MaloMyotismon was destroyed, everything turned out differently? The guardians of the Digital World thought it was best that the humans and digimon, with the exception of the chosen ones, were to have no knowledge of the other world, and so they deleted anything related to the Digital World from everyone's memories. The digimon of the DigiDestined were returned to the Digital World to make sure everything ran smoothly. The digimon guardians also gave the chosen digimon enough energy to remain in their mega stages.
Now, many years have passed. The DigiDestined are now grandparents, simple grandparents with adventurous grandchildren. However, the darkness of the Digital World was never completely destroyed, and it took years and years to redevelope. To avoid the risk of being annihilated, this darkness remained discreet. Of course, this darkness otherwise known as the infamous Myotismon, was up to his old tricks again - and he was bent set on revenge.
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Chapter 1 Miyuki's Nightmare
Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. A young girl stood wearing her pajamas, hands clasped before her as she looked on in fear. Her black hair, which could bearly reach her shoulders, danced and danced with every sudden movement. Emerald eyes, wide and teary, scrutinised the dark area. The only thing that she could see was a crimson path, ascending steeply. At the summit was a pair of eyes. Beautiful, azure eyes that gleamed evilly. Letting out a pathetic cry, the girl turned her back and proceeded sprinting away, but she never got anywhere.
"Miyuki.." The voice slowly said, somewhat seductively. The girl, named Miyuki, threw a terrified glance over her shoulder and gasped, seeing a tall and dark figure approaching her. "Miyuki," came the voice again, a lot louder this time. Miyuki fell to her knees and clutched her fragile head, screaming at the top of her lungs. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw her bedroom, dimly lit. The door slowly opened, and the sitting Miyuki pulled the quilt cover to her chin.
Instead of the dark figure she had expected, in entered a tall man with brown her and burgandy eyes. He looked concerned, very worried indeed. "Miyu-chan..?" He questioned, closing the door behind him. "Did you have another nightmare?" He asked, stepping forth towards the bed. Drenched in her own sweat, Miyuki gave a slow nod, falling against the headboard. Exhaling deeply, she wiped her moist forehead and kicked her slender legs out of the covers.
"Yes, daddy." Miyuki spoke, again wiping her forehead and cheeks. "But I'm alright, I'm a big girl now." Forcing a smile, she looked up to the man, her father. His name was Yagami Tsubasa - only child of Yagami Hikari. The reason why he had his mother's surname was because, unfortunately, Hikari and her husband had a divorce, which lead Hikari to return to her maiden name.
Tsubasa sat at the foot of his daughter's bed, smiling sweetly. "If you're sure." He said, motioning for her to come closer. Miyuki got to her hands and knees and crawled to her father, hugging him and resting against him. "It's probably just those films you watch. Anyway, Haruki will be over in half an hour, remember? You better get dressed." He gently kissed his daughter's forehead and stood up, unwrapping his arms from her prior to returning to the door. He turned and smiled one last time before leaving.
Groaning, Miyuki dragged herself onto her feet and walked over to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors. Unlike her grandmother, Miyuki was quite fond of the dark side and she always wore black. Twenty five minutes, Miyuki left her bedroom and looked in the body sized mirror in the hallway, making sure she looked presentable. She wore semi-baggy trousers, black of course, with a smart chain as a belt. With that, she wore a hugging, sleeveless top with a silver dragon on the front.
Elegantly making her way down the stairs, a little boy slipped in her way. "Hi!" He said, cheerfully. "Good morning, onee-san!" Onee- san meaning older sister. The boy turned and skipped into the kitchen, continuing his joyful greetings. Still at the foot of the stairs, Miyuki could hear her grandmother's voice. Hikari lived with her son, her daughter-in-law and her two grandchildren. Entering the hall, Hikari noticed Miyuki and walked over.
"Good morning, Miyuki." Her cheerful expression melted when she saw the dark, gothic clothes. "You're not wearing that, are you?" Hikari asked, concerned.
"Yes, I am. I happen to like wearing black." Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Miyuki moved passed her grandmother and looked through the small peephole, seeing that it was Haruki. Takaishi Haruki. "Haruki's here, so I'm going. Sayounara." With that, she opened the door and went out, slamming it. Hikari shook her head, slowly walking up the stairs.
Once she reached the summit, she turned to enter her bedroom, which was filled with many pictures of her family. There were images of her son, grandchildren, neices and nephews, her brother, her parents and even her former pet cat, Miiko. Closing the door, Hikari leant against it, wondering why her grandchild was so dark. A bright light was emitted from her wardrobe, immediately grasping her attention. Then, out stepped Wizardmon, a spirit of course. He visited Hikari and Gatomon often, which was the only way Hikari and her digimon could stay in contact. "Hello, Wizardmon."
Wizardmon stood before Hikari, looking up. "Hello, Hikari. I'm afraid I have some bad news.." He paused, looking to the ground to avoid Hikari's worried expression. "There are nasty rumours about the child of light, about you I'm guessing. It's to do with the darkness of the DigiWorld, and how he wishes revenge upon the child." Hikari gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. She feared it was Myotismon, she was afraid he would try to destroy her again.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
FanFiction by Donna S. McLean
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, nor any of its characters. I do, however, own the made-ups in this story.
About: What if, after MaloMyotismon was destroyed, everything turned out differently? The guardians of the Digital World thought it was best that the humans and digimon, with the exception of the chosen ones, were to have no knowledge of the other world, and so they deleted anything related to the Digital World from everyone's memories. The digimon of the DigiDestined were returned to the Digital World to make sure everything ran smoothly. The digimon guardians also gave the chosen digimon enough energy to remain in their mega stages.
Now, many years have passed. The DigiDestined are now grandparents, simple grandparents with adventurous grandchildren. However, the darkness of the Digital World was never completely destroyed, and it took years and years to redevelope. To avoid the risk of being annihilated, this darkness remained discreet. Of course, this darkness otherwise known as the infamous Myotismon, was up to his old tricks again - and he was bent set on revenge.
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Chapter 1 Miyuki's Nightmare
Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. A young girl stood wearing her pajamas, hands clasped before her as she looked on in fear. Her black hair, which could bearly reach her shoulders, danced and danced with every sudden movement. Emerald eyes, wide and teary, scrutinised the dark area. The only thing that she could see was a crimson path, ascending steeply. At the summit was a pair of eyes. Beautiful, azure eyes that gleamed evilly. Letting out a pathetic cry, the girl turned her back and proceeded sprinting away, but she never got anywhere.
"Miyuki.." The voice slowly said, somewhat seductively. The girl, named Miyuki, threw a terrified glance over her shoulder and gasped, seeing a tall and dark figure approaching her. "Miyuki," came the voice again, a lot louder this time. Miyuki fell to her knees and clutched her fragile head, screaming at the top of her lungs. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw her bedroom, dimly lit. The door slowly opened, and the sitting Miyuki pulled the quilt cover to her chin.
Instead of the dark figure she had expected, in entered a tall man with brown her and burgandy eyes. He looked concerned, very worried indeed. "Miyu-chan..?" He questioned, closing the door behind him. "Did you have another nightmare?" He asked, stepping forth towards the bed. Drenched in her own sweat, Miyuki gave a slow nod, falling against the headboard. Exhaling deeply, she wiped her moist forehead and kicked her slender legs out of the covers.
"Yes, daddy." Miyuki spoke, again wiping her forehead and cheeks. "But I'm alright, I'm a big girl now." Forcing a smile, she looked up to the man, her father. His name was Yagami Tsubasa - only child of Yagami Hikari. The reason why he had his mother's surname was because, unfortunately, Hikari and her husband had a divorce, which lead Hikari to return to her maiden name.
Tsubasa sat at the foot of his daughter's bed, smiling sweetly. "If you're sure." He said, motioning for her to come closer. Miyuki got to her hands and knees and crawled to her father, hugging him and resting against him. "It's probably just those films you watch. Anyway, Haruki will be over in half an hour, remember? You better get dressed." He gently kissed his daughter's forehead and stood up, unwrapping his arms from her prior to returning to the door. He turned and smiled one last time before leaving.
Groaning, Miyuki dragged herself onto her feet and walked over to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors. Unlike her grandmother, Miyuki was quite fond of the dark side and she always wore black. Twenty five minutes, Miyuki left her bedroom and looked in the body sized mirror in the hallway, making sure she looked presentable. She wore semi-baggy trousers, black of course, with a smart chain as a belt. With that, she wore a hugging, sleeveless top with a silver dragon on the front.
Elegantly making her way down the stairs, a little boy slipped in her way. "Hi!" He said, cheerfully. "Good morning, onee-san!" Onee- san meaning older sister. The boy turned and skipped into the kitchen, continuing his joyful greetings. Still at the foot of the stairs, Miyuki could hear her grandmother's voice. Hikari lived with her son, her daughter-in-law and her two grandchildren. Entering the hall, Hikari noticed Miyuki and walked over.
"Good morning, Miyuki." Her cheerful expression melted when she saw the dark, gothic clothes. "You're not wearing that, are you?" Hikari asked, concerned.
"Yes, I am. I happen to like wearing black." Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Miyuki moved passed her grandmother and looked through the small peephole, seeing that it was Haruki. Takaishi Haruki. "Haruki's here, so I'm going. Sayounara." With that, she opened the door and went out, slamming it. Hikari shook her head, slowly walking up the stairs.
Once she reached the summit, she turned to enter her bedroom, which was filled with many pictures of her family. There were images of her son, grandchildren, neices and nephews, her brother, her parents and even her former pet cat, Miiko. Closing the door, Hikari leant against it, wondering why her grandchild was so dark. A bright light was emitted from her wardrobe, immediately grasping her attention. Then, out stepped Wizardmon, a spirit of course. He visited Hikari and Gatomon often, which was the only way Hikari and her digimon could stay in contact. "Hello, Wizardmon."
Wizardmon stood before Hikari, looking up. "Hello, Hikari. I'm afraid I have some bad news.." He paused, looking to the ground to avoid Hikari's worried expression. "There are nasty rumours about the child of light, about you I'm guessing. It's to do with the darkness of the DigiWorld, and how he wishes revenge upon the child." Hikari gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. She feared it was Myotismon, she was afraid he would try to destroy her again.
[TO BE CONTINUED]