THE HAZARD SYMBOL REWRITE
A/N: This is exactly what it says. My original story, The HAzard Symbol, had some plot flaws and I didn't like the writing style (at all) so it'll all be rewritten. Yes, probably including that last chapter that I just put up. So if you read, reviewed, liked, favorited, or alerted my story The Hazard Symbol, then you will probably like this one too ;D The plotline is still mostly the same, but I changed the scene of the kidnapping and I added lots more detail. :)
Disclaimer: I own Drasilya. That's it. No digimon, whatsoever. But that's okay, I'm prefectly happy making other people happy by writing this :)
The sun set over the digital landscape surrounding Drasilya, the single largest city in the Digital World, containing the largest amount of digimon. Gallantmon squatted as he continued tidying up his living quarters, amber eyes burning in concentration.
His quarters looked as good as new, just as they had the day that he'd moved in, nearly two years ago. Well, he figured that they did at least. He hoped that they did.
Today was the day. Today was definitely the day. And it didn't matter that he'd said that every day for the past week, today was the day. 'Takato, I'm coming for you…'
His deep eyes found their way to the window, and he looked out at the sun. How beautiful the sun was: always sparking with vibrancy and screaming, "I'm most important, pay attention to me!" Gallantmon wished that he had that kind of resiliency, that kind of determination. He figured that with it, he'd be the best digimon ever. With it, he could protect anyone and everyone.
With it, he wouldn't have let Takato go missing.
He winced to himself and turned away, to look at the door. He sighed. He didn't like thinking about that; thinking about his failure. He was supposed to protect his Tamer and he'd royally screwed up. He'd joined the Royal Knights just weeks afterwards, to atone for his sins.
"Gallantmon?"
Gallantmon jolted in surprise and placed his attention back on the present. He blinked, and offered his friend a smile—one that could only be seen through his ever-emotional eyes. "Omnimon, how are we? Is something the matter?"
The current leader of the Royal Knights raised his eyebrows at Gallantmon. He stepped into the white knight's room and peered around. "Where are all of your belongings? It looks as though this room has never been touched! And I know it has been; it was a mess yesterday! …Gallantmon, whatever are you doing?"
Gallantmon stood, choosing to face his fate proudly rather than hide behind a lie. A brave soldier, King Drasil would have called him. He thought that Takato would have been proud. "I'm leaving." He stepped around Omnimon and into the hallway, heading down it if only to prove his point.
"Leaving? You are not; you'll be killed for it! You know it, I know it… all of the Knights know it! What are you thinking? Are you stupid?" Omnimon quickly followed the shorter knight.
Gallantmon shook his head. "If that is so it shall be, I will accept that fate. But later. I have a mission, and it's far more important than looking out for any king of any kind." He said calmly. He glanced back and looked Omnimon up and down. "And if I were you, I'd be doing the same."
Omnimon's blue eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me this is that partner business again. We've gone over this! I have no partner and neither have you!" So what was that warm feeling in his chest? "Just admit it, Gallantmon; you make up these stories for fun! There was no such thing as a goggleheaded boy who could join with you to make a Crimson you! Admit it!"
"I will not admit such lies and if you dare make me than truth is, I could squash you flat."
"Says the knight who was nearly deleted by me in the entry fight!"
"I've improved!"
"As have I!"
Gallantmon ground his teeth beneath his mask. He clenched his right fist, and it suddenly burst into his beloved lance Gram. He pointed the deadly weapon at his leader. "Don't make me use this, Omnimon. I don't want to. You make think that this 'partner business' is nonsense but to me, it's the world! Takato is my life and I will give anything to find him and protect him once more! And if I have to fight you, I promise you this Omnimon I will not lose!"
Omnimon winced at the anger and determination in his friend's eyes. His hand dropped and he nodded. "I do not wish to fight you, friend. If there is a quest that you feel you must complete, you should not come back until it has been done…is what I should say. Gallantmon, find this myth of yours. There will always be a place for you here."
Gallantmon paused in surprise, gulped, and nodded. "I thank you, Omnimon. I shall always remember, so long as you do not forget me."
"How do I forget my Mr. Second in Command?" replied Omnimon quietly, his voice low. He smiled behind his own mask and held out a hand.
Gram changed back once more, and soon on Gallantmon's right arm was a hand, which was taken and shook fiercely. Chuckling, Gallantmon released him and put up a hand in farewell. "Should you find a kid with red eyes, brown hair, and goggles on his head, please do not hesitate to tell me." He said.
Blue eyes widened in shock, but then they closed. Just as Gallantmon had done, he gulped and nodded, his head low. Gallantmon thought that he almost looked like he was asking for forgiveness. "Should I find him, I shall send a Rinkmon to find you and return you here. Good luck."
Gallantmon grabbed hold of the handle of a nearby door. Pulling it open, he stepped into the fancier streets of Drasilya. As it slid shut, he walked along the most secluded path, practically bouncing. Waving in farewell to Kentaurosmon at the gate but not explaining a single thing, he left the city, his cape billowing around him as a last remnant of his life here.
How wonderful a day tomorrow would be, he decided as he walked. Tomorrow would be the day that he could get things done, really get cracking and find his beloved Tamer. 'If today's the day, I can't wait for what tomorrow will bring!'
