When Opposites Rise
This will be a lot darker than my usual fics, it'll center around my OCs mostly and how their darkness has turned their worlds upside down. Now a dark force is using that to his advantage, this may be the toughest battle yet for the digidestine.
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The forest was dark as the fog rolled in, floating around in a mist.
Not many dared venture into this place the forest of darkness, purple eyes scanned the area as they found their objective.
A large fortress that seemed to be fused with the very forest stood in front of it.
The creatures master waited there, two darkknightmon guarded the entrance but held their swords down for him.
He passed by entering inside; his master had summoned him for a very important job.
The halls led to many different areas, but one lead to a grand room. Standing with his backed turned was his master.
"Master, you called" he bowed as his master turned to face him.
The digimon was humanoid in figure; he had a long white beard and a pointy nose. He had six red bat wings, and under his cloak were his hands which held long black claws. He held a large staff as he looked at the digimon; his face was one that showed he was not to be messed with.
He was barbamon one of the seven great demon lords, he had been freed in rather unusual circumstances.
A few months back when the digidestine had destroyed malomyotismon and spread their light somehow it had weakened his bonds of imprisonment.
Long ago he had tried to take over the digital world by making the digimon fall to their greed, that way they would destroy each other.
But those damned sovereign had ruined everything, they couldn't destroy him at the time so they locked him away.
He learned the reason he was able to escape was also because his fellow demon lord, his brother had been sent to the dark ocean.
All that time in solitude and watching as darkness rose and fell, made him think of a better way to take over the digital world.
And then the digidestine came the same digimon who locked him away also created crest for those humans. The crests were full of light and the embodiment of the child's character, one even being the crest of light.
This and the way they were partnered to digimon had given him and idea, if he couldn't use his own power as he had seen how many enemies fell to the destine.
Why not beat them at their own game, the perfect chance came in the way of the digimon emperor. All that darkness was perfect for his plan; even in imprisonment he could still absorb energy.
He studied the second generation and learned something quite interesting.
This generation's power actually surpassed the first, with double crest in three of them and considering one of the children was the child of miracles; his plan was then born with the defeat of malomyotismon.
"Yes, I have a job for you one of great importance" he said looking at the digimon.
He was a phelesmon, a virus digimon who was easily swayed to his side by promising power.
"Importance?" asked phelesmon.
"One if you fail to accomplish, will end in your deletion" he warned, his plan had taken far too long to create, he was lucky this forest hid his energy signal.
"Of course" said phelesmon, they were known for being well spoken.
He pointed his staff at phelesmon as it began to glow red, it showed six different areas in odabia all showing a marking on them.
"These's humans, are they what you need?" asked phelesmon.
"They have been chosen they are the perfect subjects for my crest" he said.
"Am I to capture them?" he asked.
"No, you are to lure them in" he showed what looked like the crest the old digidestine had before they were destroyed.
"When near their chosen they'll activate and bring them to me" he said as phelesmon took them.
There were six tags but three of them had two crests side by side. A dark purple hole appeared in front of phelesmon.
"This will lead you to the human world, go" he said as phelesmon did as told.
"Are you sure you're going to trust that thing" said a voice behind barbamon.
"Of course not, first chance of betrayal and you know the punishment" he said looking behind him.
"Don't you little brother" he said to the digimon in the shadows.
"I may be younger but remember only fools are over confident" his form dissipated in the shadows.
(No one)
Six children all in different homes were about to be brought together. But not by light but through darkness, after all that's all they ever knew.
To be manipulated and used, this time the destine might have met their match.
"Have a good day" said a woman to a teen.
All she got was a grunt as he slammed the door behind him.
He was known as Loki nu, he had long black hair that fell a bit past his shoulders in a messy sort of style and tan skin, he was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull design and had the sleeves ripped off. Same with his blue jean vest, his black pants were ripped at the knees and his dark green eyes seemed to be set in a forever glare.
He was around thirteen.
He remembered what that woman said' have a good day'
"Yeah right, as if I'd listen to you" he muttered.
She was his new mother or should he say his third new mother, his real mom left him when he was a kid. His second mother, the dumb bitch got herself drunk and hit another car killing herself and the passengers of the other vehicle.
Number three as he called her was just an accident waiting to happen. What was his father thinking when he married her! The woman was as blind as a bat and yet she always had a cheerful attitude.
It sickened him; maybe people like her would have made him happy when he was younger but not anymore.
The past couldn't be changed.
In another house a girl had just finished punching out a man.
"Bastard!" the teen yelled as she kicked the man in the head.
He was unconscious, the teen let out a yell of anger pulling her hair.
She was known as Shayna Chiba, sixteen years old. She had pale skin and silvery white hair that fell past her waist. She was wearing a white shirt and black sweater with short pale blue jean shorts.
Her eyes were her most unusual feature as they were a garnet red and currently were glaring at the man past out in front of her.
She stomped out of her room and went downstairs looking at the black haired woman passed out on the couch. White powder was around her nose and lips, snorting again.
The girl turned away from her drug addict of a mother, a bark was heard as she opened the door.
A Labrador walked out the door nuzzling next to her.
"Come on boy, we need fresh air" she said to the dog as it followed her.
Kai was the only thing in her life that loved her, her mom was just a drug addict.
And a slut, if she had a dollar from how many men she slept with just for some weed.
All because her dad died and she started on drugs, did that woman forget she had a daughter! No! Her husband die's during a shootout and all of a sudden her daughter doesn't matter.
Shay grew up alone and had to teach herself self-defense after one of her mom's boy toys she shuddered.
She would never forgive her mom for what he did, but who could she turn to?
The only family she had was in New York and she was sixteen, the cops ha! What a laugh they'd probably think she had a crack problem too.
That and they'd poke questions, ones she didn't want to answer.
Why couldn't she have a normal family?
"Tamaki help me with your brother" said a man.
"Tamaki! You were supposed to take out the trash" said a woman.
"Why do I have to do everything? Why not make Roxy do it!" he pointed to his younger sister.
"Tamaki! You have responsibilities" said his mother.
Again with this speech, he stood up and left for the door.
"Don't you dare leave!" yelled the woman.
"Whatever! I have a life! You always make me do everything!" he yelled leaving.
He was Tamaki Kozuki, fourteen years old. He had spiky orange hair, fair skin and amber yellow eyes. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and pants which were a little on the dirty side.
His family wasn't one of the best; his mom and dad were always fighting. He felt like his parents made him do everything! Why couldn't Roxy help she was twelve years old!
She was their favorite that's why, so why should his parents rely on him if they didn't care about him.
If they hated each other so much why couldn't they get a divorce their yelling was stupid and made him want to kill them in their sleep.
"Why did I have to get stuck with my family" he grumbled.
The family he wanted would listen to his problems more often.
"Outta my way loser!" yelled a teen pushing a little boy down.
The boy cried as the teen left' kid could be a fire alarm' he thought.
"Young man! What gives you the right to" yelled the child mother.
"I have every right bitch! He was in my way! Why don't you go find someone else to nag!" he yelled at the stunned woman.
He ran off until they were out of sight.
He was known as Devin Diethard, seventeen years old, he had on a blue beanie that showed a bit of his dark green hair which covering his right eye, his lone left eye was a piercing ice blue. His clothing was ripped and a few sizes too big as he wore a dark blue shirt and baggy grey pants. The only nice thing he seemed to own was a silver locket he wore.
The locket was the last reminder he had of happiness; he'd been out on the streets since he was six. He lost everything that night eleven years ago; he had been kidnapped from his home for a ransom.
His family was rich since his father was a movie director and his mother a model, well those kidnappers must have been armatures because they threw him out of the van at the first sign of the police.
If only things hadn't turned out so badly, one of the kidnappers knocked him out and took him somewhere.
He had lucked out with him too as he was able to find a way out, a six year old outsmarted a grown man.
But that wasn't the end of that as he didn't know where he was and everyone spoke weirdly.
After awhile he learned he was in Japan, the guy had actually knocked him out and took him to Japan!
His first option would have been the cops but the kidnapper wasn't giving up.
Devin lived half his life in fear and on the streets, one day when he was ten he found out his kidnapper had been arrested for the attempt abduction of a little girl.
He should have been happy but no, even if he had been slowly learning the language the police believed the lie of the man. That he had mistaken her for his missing daughter!
He hated people from then on; he lost his whole life because of them. The cops ha! They actually believed that criminals lie!
He was on the streets ever since, he hated people for being so easily deceived.
He looked at the locket opening it showing a picture of his younger self, his mother and father.
"Mom, dad, you're the only people I still love and miss" he said to the picture.
Why did people have to take his life away!
"You piece of shit! I told you not to break a single plate and what did you do!" yelled the man to the cowering boy.
A glass plate was on the ground broken in pieces, the boy was crying as he held his cheek from where he was hit.
"Did I say you could cry? I warned you! Now you're going in the trunk!" he yelled as he lifted the protesting boy from his neck.
"No! It was just a plate dear we can always" the woman didn't get to finish as she was thrown against the kitchen wall.
"I warned him, now do I need to discipline you!" he yelled at his wife who lay on the ground holding her head.
"Didn't think so" he said.
He walked to a trunk that was in the living room and was about to stuff the boy inside when he dropped him.
The boy had bit him, that little maggot had bit him!
"Get back here!" he yelled to the terrified child who at his mother's screams ran out the door.
The child ran as fast as he could tears streaming down his face as he stopped. He didn't see his angry father so he was safe.
He was Reid Woods, only nine years old; he had blond hair that waved a bit. His eyes were a hazel but were puffy from crying. His white and red shirt was messed up from the fight with his father and his brown shorts were torn.
As long as he could remember his father treated him and his mother as punching bags.
He wanted to tell someone but his mom said no, she could take the hits.
What he didn't know was that his father threatened to kill him if his mother asked for help or called the cops.
Reid had lost all hope from a normal life; he knew it must be something he did. Nothing he did could please his father, if he was to loud, bam in the trunk; he got a B at school bam the trunk.
He cried as in a shaky voice he asked "why, is daddy so mean all the time?" he cried to himself walking away from his home.
He had no hope left anymore.
"I'm going on break" yelled a teen.
"Kay, yami, come back soon!" said the older woman.
The teen sighed as she walked out of the bar, she was exhausted.
She was known as Yami Kagesaki, sixteen years old; she had dark purple hair that was in two pony tails that fell to her waist. Her skin was fair and she was wearing a black v-neck with a dark red jacket and dark blue jeans. Her eyes were a bit on the weird side as they were gold, like the autumn leaves.
She worked as a waitress at a local bar, she also sang for money out in the streets.
Yami's life for the last six years has been a lie, starting with her last name. Her last was really Nagasaki, but she had to change it when she ran away from home.
When she was ten her mom and dad had a new baby, a little sister for her. At first yami was as happy as any child could be but then her sister mina got sick, really sick.
Yami didn't understand much except that her parents said mina had a lung problem.
Soon yami started to notice that her parents were always talking about mina, worrying about her constantly thinking of her.
Yami felt they were ignoring her; they no longer cared for what she said, or her accomplishments at school.
Always mina every time mina!
One night after her parents forgot her birthday she wished mina would just go away!
The day after there was a call, the look on her mother's face had been one of complete horror.
Yami knew it was about mina, she had died it was her fault she made that wish.
She knew she had caused her parents pain, she didn't mean to kill mina she was just angry.
One day yami got fed up with the guilt, after school one day yami made her choice.
She didn't take the bus home instead she decided to run away. If her parents hated her that wasn't anything new, when mina was around they only cared for mina.
At first she didn't think she was going to make it, but she was able to make it to a completely different town.
Though she did have trouble living on the streets, she eventually managed.
What yami didn't know was that her family has been searching for her since that day. What more the phone call wasn't about mina, it was about her grandmother.
Her grandmother had died from cancer; no one knew she was sick. Yami's mother was close to her grandma so the news shocked her.
Yami never knew the truth, that mina was alive and well.
"When did my life become such a living hell" said yami, remembering her past.
Her life was just darkness with light and no hope of getting back what she lost.
Or so she thought.
This was for you to get to know my OCs; I know I made each of their lives be hell. I actually got their lives from the experiences of people I know and got permission to use. I'm not doing this to offend anyone, but I wanted a stab at a darker version of digimon. One were the story isn't so happy.
