Sithking Zero: Nothing in this fanfiction except for a very small group of characters belong to me. And when I say very small, I mean one or two. Maybe.

This story begins about two years after Digimon Adventure 01. Digimon Adventure 02 doesn't happen in this world.

My first Digimon fanfiction. Of course, it's still a crossover. And with Megaman.

Again. But Bass doesn't have a starring role.

Yet…

Yes, I am obsessed.

Yes, I suck.

…

LET'S DO IT ANYWAY!!!

Dancing in the Dark

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Dancing in the Dark, Bruce Springstein

Pain…

All he was aware of was undying pain as he fell through the infinite void, the remnants of the darkness falling with him.

The Beast moaned next to him, writhing in its displeasure of its defeat, two years ago.

He spoke nothing. There was no need to. There had been no need to for two years.

There had been nothing for two long years.

Nothing… until now…

A small pinprick of light made its appearance known slowly and gradually, as though afraid. The Beast rumbled with curiosity, as did the figure.

Slowly, inexorably, moving inch by laborious inch, The Beast used every ounce of strength to move itself towards the light, and any possible salvation.

The figure was drawn with The Beast, not through willingness, but because they were bound together. Without the other's power, both would die in the void.

The light and The Beast fractionally came together, gently and calmly touching, black skin brushing red fur infinitesimally.

At once, a surge of power ripped through the figure, a side charge of the even more massive wave of energy going through the Beast and the Light, and the pain grew and grew, skyrocketing and peaking inside of the figure's head.

A horrendous tearing noise could be heard throughout the void, and the figure, Beast, and Light were separated. The Light and the Beast merged almost instantly, but the figure, minus a great deal of its power, tumbled head over heels to a world so close, yet so far from his own…

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TWO MONTHS LATER…

It was a beautiful day in Odaiba. The sun was shining, the trees were green, and the sky was almost completely clear. Little birds chirped and whistled as they flitted from branch to branch, gathering up materials for nests. The beauty and serenity of the early morning was lost, however, on Taichi Kamiya, who was almost dragging himself towards his high school.

His little sister, Kari, smiled at her brother as he let out a moan.

"Why… why is it always so early?" he asked, seeming to direct his question to the universe at large, rather then at any one person in particular.

"It's not that bad, Tai."

"Yeah, you would say that. You're a morning person." He grumbled. "I hate morning people…" he murmured softly.

"Hey, don't knock it just because you're not like me." Her cheerful smile turned into a slightly evil smirk. "Or perhaps you'd feel more awake if you didn't spend half the night IMing a certain red-haired gir-"

"Low blow, Kari!" he interrupted. "I don't mock you 'cause you like TK," he added, sounding slightly hurt.

"Yes, you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, Tai, you do." She added with a hint of anger.

Tai put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky.

"Whatever. It's too early to talk about this…"

And so it went on, until Tai and Kari reached Odaiba High School.

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Yes, it was a gorgeous day in Odaiba. Everything was perfect… for now.

A group of about fifteen creatures, stationed atop a local TV station, planned their next moves with precision and care.

"We are to acquire these two, understand?"

There were nods and grunts of assent, save for a golden-headed being next to the speaker.

"Wait, so we're kidnapping? Are we allowed to do anything else?"

The first speaker, the leader of the group, smiled, fangs glinting in the sunlight.

"Yes… I expect all of you to cause as much death and chaos among the humans as possible." Short cheers and cries of happiness erupted from the group, before they were silenced by a short, chubby figure with flippers and an aquamarine visor.

"Quiet! Lord Shad-"

"THANK you," interrupted the first speaker. He then turned to the golden-headed being.

"I want you to grab the child of hope. His brother may try to protect him, use your… skills to remove him."

"Oh, I will, no doubt of that." The golden-headed figure glowed brightly for a second, then faded back to his blue and white paint job.

"Excellent." Whispered the first speaker again. "Now everyone get into position… we wouldn't want to be late, would we?"

Dark creatures roared their approval, and vanished into the daylight. The only one left was their leader, who smiled in anticipation, the sun glistening slightly off of his oversized canines. Before this day was through… he and his men would accomplish what armies of Digimon could not.

For they were more then such simple creatures.

Much, much more.

The vampire's grin became wider, if at all possible. A slight ripple effect obscured him for a moment.

A moment was all he needed to vanish without a trace.

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Sithking Zero: Well, here's the first chapter of "Dancing in the Dark."

Bass: When do I come in?

Sithking Zero: …

Bass: Wha- oooooh…

That's right, Bass. Ooooh, indeed.

This is my newest story. Please read and review!