I hate myself. Here's another new story… this time, my version of a season of the Digimon anime. I'm actually surprised no one came up with an idea like this. Or if someone has, send me an PM and direct me to it. Anyway, enjoy! Oh, I don't own Digimon, any karaoke song used in here, only the characters and original Digimon.
Digimon Legacy
Episode 1
Begin the Resurrection
It was dawn in the bustling Ikebukuro district of Tokyo. The residents were mostly still asleep, completely oblivious to the world around them. And yet, this peace cannot last. Standing atop the highest building in Ikebukuro, was a boy, roughly seventeen years of age, his face hidden in shadow, his body backlit by the rising sun. He appeared to flipping a medallion of some kind in his right hand, like an American 1920's gangster.
"Soon, my brothers…" the boy murmured under his breath. "Soon…"
A massive dragon-like creature lay crippled in a huge crater, completely out of breath. Looming above it was a huge monster with a gigantic mouth.
"Oh… how the mighty have fallen…" the monster hissed. "I shall take much pleasure in erasing you…"
"Not before… I TAKE YOU WITH ME!" The dragon man roared in defiance. The two charged at each other-
The alarm clock blared loudly, jolting the young boy out of his sleep. He had crystalline green eyes, a somewhat flat nose, and short, wild brown hair. He seemed to be roughly thirteen years of age. His name was Takashi Horiba.
Takashi slammed his hand on the alarm, silencing it instantly.
"That dream again…" he whispered. Takashi had been having this same nightmare for the past five weeks. He simply could not shake the feeling that it meant something… something about him, his destiny and…
Takashi shook the thought away. He had more important things to worry about. He could hear his father calling to him from the living room downstairs, telling him to get dressed. Takashi quickly slipped out of bed and changed into his normal clothes; light grey khaki shorts, white sneakers with flame designs on them, a black t-shirt under an open white jacket with a big red dot on the back like the Japanese flag, a lizard-skin bandanna to hold back his hair, and round, red goggles over the bandanna.
He speedily performed the rest of his morning routine, ran downstairs to the living room, grabbed a single piece of toast, and ran out the door, his father having little time to ask him where he was going.
Frank Horiba sighed in frustration. His son was always like this; ever since his wife, Victoria, had died four years ago, Takashi was constantly wasting his time at that stupid karaoke bar with his friend, Makoto "Mac" Inumoto, singing American pop/hard rock hits from last half century and staring at karaoke star Yuna Hikarine, his secret crush. With all that time he was wasting, Takashi almost never spent time with his father and younger sister, Erin. Frank glanced at the picture of his deceased wife sitting on the shelf next to the doorway. Her gentle green eyes still seemed to glow with the love she had for her family.
"If only you were still here…" Frank whispered silently.
He suddenly heard a crash in the kitchen. Before he could move to investigate, a pair of scaly hands grabbed his wrists, restraining him. His last thought before he passed out was the prayer for Takashi's safety.
Takashi was dashing for the bar now, more than eager to start his day. He could see Mac standing by the entrance waiting for him.
Mac was about the same age as Takashi, give-or-take a few months. He had stunning gold eyes, like those of a wolf, silver hair that went down to his shoulders, and a slightly muscular build. He was wearing a light blue tank top, faded jeans, and black sandals.
"About time you showed up, Takashi," Mac stated humorlessly. "What kept you up, lost control of it again?" To answer Mac's question, Takashi held up his left hand, and snapped his fingers. A tiny flame appeared in his palm, not burning his skin in the least.
That was Takashi's curse; he had limited pyrokinesis. It was simply something he was born with… however, when he was a little kid, he didn't have very good control over it. The other kids were scared of him for this reason, meaning he didn't have many friends outside of Mac, who similarly had the ability to read minds, and could empathize with Takashi.
Takashi extinguished the fire by closing his hand around it, showing he still had a good degree of control over his power.
"Does that answer your question?" Takashi asked impatiently. "Now let's get in there already!" With that, Takashi proceeded to drag Mac into the bar; silently hoping Yuna was in there.
Yuna was just taking the stage as Mac and Takashi came in. She was a beautiful girl, thirteen years old with blonde hair that went down her back, held back in an elegant braid, eyes as blue as the afternoon sky, and a face comparable to Helen of Troy. She wore a beautiful violet shirt, beneath a bright pink jacket, a mid-length red skirt, and elegant high-tops.
And her voice… it was like a chorus of angels to Takashi's ears, and the very reason for his affections to the Obikiwan girl. He always loved hearing her sing.
"Light Song
In the darkness somewhere in the night (Light song)
I will bring you back into my light (Light song)
Even if I can no longer hold you tight (Light song, light song, light song)
And I will call…
I will call out your name…"
Especially when she sang this particular song. It was his favorite Miku Hatsune song.
"Back in those lazy days, my world had turned so strange
Sunk into the gloom, I came to assume
That my life would never change.
One single touch from you, to me here from the start
A feeling so warm began to transform
All the sadness in my heart
This rhythm resonates the beat down in your soul
I pray, today, that somehow you could hear me and know
I remember the sky we watched so blue
I keep it in my heart which matches hue
These hazy memories of the times we shared drift through my mind far to you
Oh, the breeze that gently passed us by…
Where is it now, my love? I wonder why
The city lights above remind me of this history with you, now that we're through"
Oh, how Takashi's heart burned in her presence.
None of these three took notice of the other customers. There were three in particular that stood out.
The first was a boy about fifteen years old, with blue eyes and brown hair, wearing a green and orange striped shirt with yellow stars at certain intervals, and black jeans. His name was Alex Sakurachi
Second, a younger child, only ten, with innocent brown eyes, blonde hair, a light green hoodie, and a small charm around his neck. This was Sammy Kitsune.
The last costumer was more malevolent looking. This was a seventeen year old boy, with ice-cold blue eyes, hair the color of fresh blood, a noticeable farmer's tan, and a constant sneer on his face. He wore nothing on his chest, only torn jeans and blood red sandals. This one watched the singing girl with an air of distaste and delight.
"That's defiantly her…" he said aloud, yet no one could hear him over the song. "Only the DigiCarnate of that silly singer could sound that good." He glanced around the bar, seeing Takashi, Mac, Alex, and Sammy also present.
"Looks like they're all here…" with that statement, the mystery man pulled a strange device from his pocket. It was shaped like a curved rectangle, a half inch by one inch by three inches, with a big coin slot in the side, and a screen at the top of the front face, with five buttons below it arranged into a pentagon. On top of the device was a tiny access port. The device was black with dark blue grips.
"And all ready for the perfect ambush." With that, he pressed the top button, and the device shot a green laser at the ceiling. Where the beam hit, a swirling vortex opened, revealing what looked like a sea of binary code. Yuna stopped singing and looked up at the vortex in bewilderment, as did Takashi, Mac, Alex, and Sammy, while everyone else didn't seem to take notice of it.
Only seconds after the vortex appeared, a huge lizard like monster crawled out of it, hissing angrily. The other costumers saw this monster crawling on the ceiling, and fled screaming their heads off; leaving Takashi, Mac, Yuna and the mysterious teenager that had summoned it alone in the bar.
"Saurumon is the perfect hunter," the teenager commented about the monster in a voice over. "This Champion level, Virus type Reptile digimon can cut through anything with its Guillotine Claw and Painless End attacks. If these don't kill you its powerful jaws will."
"Attack, Saurumon!" the teenager commanded. "We cannot let them discover their real power!"
"As you wish, my liege," Saurumon responded. He then lunged at the table Takashi and Mac were seated at. "Guillotine Claw!"
Mac dived out of the way just in time, while Takashi ducked under the table, watching the razor sharp claws cut through the wood like a pair of scissors through paper. The two halves of the table fell apart to either side of Takashi, leaving him staring in horrified awe. Saurumon was quick to turn around to face Takashi once more.
"You are remarkably reflexive… for DigiCarnates, of course…" Saurumon commented, venom dripping from his voice. Before Takashi or Mac could wonder what he meant by DigiCarnate, he charged at them once more, anger burning in his eyes. "But let's see if you can repeat that action! Guillotine Claw!"
Mac again rolled out of the way, but Takashi stood there, horrified. Not because of the oversized lizard ready to rip him in half, but from what he saw tied up on its back.
His father and sister, bound and gagged.
"Move!" Yuna shouted at him from the stage, but her warning came too late, as Saurumon charged right past Takashi, leaving a huge cut in his left side. Takashi fell to his knees in pain. As Saurumon came to a stop, he set Frank and Erin on the floor near his master, and looked gleefully at Takashi. The Horiba family watched this in utter horror.
"What's the matter, DigiCarnate?" He asked tauntingly. Mac and Yuna stood away from the confrontation, both deeply concerned for the crumpled heap that was Takashi Horiba. "Can't handle a little cut?"
"Shut up…" Takashi rasped from where he lay. "What do you want from me? Why kidnap my family and bring them here to watch me get beat to a bloody pulp?"
"The more someone suffers, the more fun it is…"
"You… you sick monster…" Takashi's heart burned in anger at Saurumon's statement.
"Takashi!" Mac screamed from where he stood. "Run! You'll die if-"
"No way." Takashi spoke with a fiery resolution in his voice. "No way am I going to let this monster get way with his crimes. No one harms my family-or my friends- and gets away with it." Takashi had a strange sense of déjà vu at that line, as if he had said it before in a past life.
He HAD said it in a past life.
"Suit yourself," Saurumon hissed haughtily. He charged at Takashi, intent on finishing the job. "Guillotine Claw!"
Mac, Yuna, Frank and Erin and screamed in horror as they watched Saurumon charge at the defenseless boy laying crouched on the ground before him. Suddenly, as Saurumon's claw was about to touch Takashi, a wall of fire burst up around him, knocking Saurumon back in surprise.
"What!?"
Inside the firewall, Takashi watched in amazement as the cut on his side sealed right up, as if the fire were healing him. In front of him, a small ball of fire formed, and just as quickly dispersed leaving behind a device greatly similar to the one the teenager had, except this one was white with red grips.
Takashi somehow knew what this was: it was his Digivice. His D-Memory.
It was as if a voice in his head was guiding him. He knew what to do from here.
Getting up on his feet, Takashi held out his D-Memory, and a symbol resembling a gothic image of the sun containing a smaller star appeared on the screen. Takashi held up his left hand, which was then changed into a wire-frame rendition of itself, and slammed it on top of his D-Memory, sending sparks from under his hand.
"Bravery Resurrection!" Takashi shouted. "Sequence: Activate!"
As Takashi shouted this command, he removed his hand from his Digivice, allowing a torrent of binary code to shoot from the top. The rest of Takashi's skin a clothes broke away from his, revealing a wire-frame below it. The binary code from the D-Memory circled around Takashi, reshaping his body. His hands were shifted into four-fingered dragon claws, and his feet were remade to those of a western dragon. His body became significantly taller, easily twenty feet in height. A large pair of wings grew from his back, and orange scales replaced his skin, a white color at his chest and stomach. His face pulled out into a draconic snout, a bone helmet covering the top half of his face. The creature that had once been Takashi opened his eyes, now with a more draconic pupil, and roared its name in triumph.
"Pyrodramon!"
Digimon Analyzer
Pyrodramon
Level: Champion
Attribute: Data
Type: Dragon Man
Family: Dragon's Roar
Attacks: Burning Spirit, Pyro Dash
Time seemed to slow to a standstill in that moment. Everyone stared at Pyrodramon in amazement and confusion except for Suarumon, who simply looked outraged. Mac's eye was twitching uncontrollably. The only thought in his head was "What the hell happened to Takashi?"
"So…" Saurumon finally broke the tense silence. "It was you who I was going to kill, hmm?"
"It certainly has been a long time… Saurumon," Pyrodramon responded as if he was talking to an old friend.
"Amazing. Here it is, right before my eyes, and I still find it hard to imagine that it was even possible for Digimon to be reborn as humans… but regardless, this time I will not be the one to taste defeat!"
"I don't think so!" With this, both Digimon charged at each other, the rage evident in their faces.
"Painless End!"
"Pyro Dash!"
The two attacks collided in the middle of the room, sending up a huge screen of smoke. The spectators had to cough a few times to get their lungs cleared. As the smoke finally cleared, they could make out Saurumon and Pyrodramon, both with their backs to each other. Then, Saurumon coughed up a large blot of data, and collapsed, dissolving into bits of binary data and disappearing.
"And thus, does history repeat itself," Pyrodramon managed to comment, before he to gasped for breath and collapsed on the floor, reverting back to Takashi seconds later in a spiral of data.
"Takashi!" Mac screamed out, running to his friend's side. "Takashi! Speak to me!"
Takashi let out a labored breath, slowly opening his eyes to see Mac staring at him in concern.
"Hey… what happened? Where's that lizard thing?"
"You mean you don't remember?" Mac asked him in bewilderment.
As this was going on, the mysterious teenager from before slipped quietly into the shadows, vanishing from sight.
"So one DigiCarnate awakens his past," he breathed out. "But next time, only one of us will die."
Who is this mysterious man? And what does he want with Takashi and the others? Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters!
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