Fiction Rating: T (for language, violence, angst, and some sexual content)
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or any of its characters. Digimon is owned by Bandai (I think. If I'm wrong, please don't be mad at me. Just leave a review that I'm wrong, and please list who really owns Digimon).
Author's Note: This is it! I finally put up the last installment of the In The End series. This time, there's actually two stories in one. So, (basically) in every other chapter, it switches on and off; in one chapter, it'll be Kyle/Myotismon's story, and in another, it'll go to the digidestined's world, where the focus is on the young adult, Yamato "Matt" Ishida and his life going downhill. I know it seems weird, but eventually the two 'stories' merge together, for both sides play a big part in the whole tale.
Also, I know things start off a big strange and (kind of) 'unexplained', but in the chapters to come, more things will be talked or narrated through. This is only chapter one, after all. But still, if you have any questions, please don't be afraid to email me (or something similar) and ask. I'll be happy to answer any questions you might have. Well, I hope you all enjoy, and please read and review. The feedback is great, and other comments can help make my story even better.
Where does one begin at this tale? To be honest, I don't know, and I'm the Author! So much has happened in the last two tales. Lives had been changed forever. The digidestined had made new friends and enemies. And, of course, our Earth keeps silent of the events that had occurred with digimon and the digidestined alike. Why? Well, we, the people of our real Earth, couldn't be able to comprehend the very existence of the Digital World. Nonetheless, all of us are to believe that it is a mere TV show, which children watch on weekends (or reruns on the weekdays). The real question is though: why is there a digimon show? In truth, the humans never created the cartoon program; the digimon did. And again, why? The digimon did this as a cover-up for the actual activity that is going on. Don't you see? The episodes you watch are really documentaries of what really happened in the Digital World, and the universe the digidestined exist in! It baffles me why none of us can take the responsibilities of the digidestined and defend our own Earth from evil. After all, evil monsters had come before, and not just once.
Fortunately though, the ancient digimon leader -- the digimon genie -- V, has used the last bit of his power to right the wrongs of Earth...that Myotismon had done. So...what did Myotismon do that was so terrible? Well, for starters, he killed V in order to obtain the little digimon's great power. Myotismon had wanted to use this power to take over the Digital World, the Earth, and even our own planet Earth! His plans had backfired greatly, however, because monsters and demons were spawned from another dimension, know as the Dream World. V -- even though dead, but considered a spirit -- was angered at Myotismon's thoughtless acts, and with the very last of his power, V banished the evil that had come on our Earth. In another act of right, V erased all traces of digimon presence from the human minds...but the little digimon missed a few children who can still recall on the memories of existing digital monsters... V had also stripped the last of Myotismon's power, but instead of exiling him from the Digital World, V has allowed the vampire to live there. Now, why was V so considerate when it came to Myotismon? I did say Myotismon is the one who caused chaos on our Earth, but he also contributed into helping it go back to the way it was; so thus, V gave him another chance to live. Myotismon was very dispirited though. With no power...no nothing, he was useless... Until he met...LadyDevimon. How did she come back from the digigrave? No one knows, not even the digimon themselves! As LadyDevimon used her seductive voice on Myotismon, she promised to aide on getting his power back, and to help him become ruler of our Earth once again. The only catch, is that Myotismon must make her queen when the time came. That's it? That's all she wants? Myotismon found this all too easy... And thus...this is where our story begins...
Myotismon sat back in a rather uncomfortable metal chair, toying around with an alcoholic smoothie, and watching interesting characters go by him. He sighed. How he despised being out in the day, but the day is where he could watch as many beautiful women would walk by him and give flirtatious smiles. His lips curled into a rather mischievous grin, and even winked at a few of these women. He chuckled in his throat as these young women giggled with satisfaction. Of course, he did not desire to bed the women -- no. All of his lust and passion went to LadyDevimon, his current mistress. Although, if there was one particular woman he found most attracted to, he'd somehow try to find her at night, and when the time came, he would drink her delicious crimson fluid. And so, this is the very reason he was at the Grange Mall on this fine day, but to Myotismon, any daylight was considered detestable. He sat in the food court of the mall, which was another place he found to be repulsed, especially with the many ill-behaved children and their neglecting parents. The vampire tried to sit as far away from these families as possible. He didn't want any contact with silly, little children. "Children..." He snarled lowly in his thoughts. "How despicable they are. One day, they will all bow to me; women and children alike." Then he began to stir his drink around; watching the contents swirl around, and taking very little sips as to avoid suspicions of anyone that would glance his way. Oh, how he wanted to taste the sweet blood on his lips. He so desired that now more than anything at the moment, but alas, he must wait till night. The children sleep, adults, and everyone else vulnerable to take. Now that, is the perfect time to strike.
As Myotismon took his lips off the very thin straw, his cold, sapphire eyes caught a glimpse of a pair of children squabbling amongst each other. The vampire listened intently on their conversation. For some reason, he felt...drawn to them.
While in the food court -- and away from Myotismon -- a young man, at the age of sixteen, was waiting patiently at the bakery counter for someone to ask for his order. Meanwhile, the boy's younger sister, at the age of thirteen, had her arms crossed and glared at her brother angrily. "It's not fair, how come I can't help with the cake?" She asked in an aggravated tone.
Without looking at his little sister, the young man replied sarcastically, "Because, Lindsey, you're too short, and you'll probably drop it anyways."
The little girl, Lindsey, growled under her breath and stomped her foot in frustration. "Stop that!" She whined childishly, "You know I won't drop it! Why do you make up stuff like that? You know I would never want to drop her birthday cake." Birthday cake? For a girl? Myotismon became more interested in this. Lindsey breathed out heavily, and asked tiredly, "Please, Joey, I want to help with the birthday cake."
Joey opened his mouth to argue with her again, but one of the bakery workers finally approached the counter from the opposite end and asked him, "Can I help you?"
The young man formed a sly smile on his face as he turned himself around to face the older bakery worker. "Yeah, uh, I came here for a pickup. Here's the receipt." Joey handed the worker his receipt, and the person examined it carefully.
"I'll be right back," said the worker, turning on her heel and going into the kitchen. Joey and Lindsey waited for a few moments, and then the bakery person came back with a very large birthday cake box. Obviously, the cake was inside it. "Be very careful with it," she warned somewhat sternly, her voice remaining monotone. The worker set the box down on the counter for Joey to take.
Joey nodded, "Yeah, I will." Lindsey grunted.
As the bakery worker walked away from the counter, Joey gazed at the large cake and wondered how he was going to carry it. Lindsey smirked at him, "Well, Joey, I'm waiting..."
"Shut-up, Lindsey," Joey snapped at her, and he very carefully slid his hands under the box. Lindsey watched with some amazement as the young man lifted the large birthday box off the counter and held it close to himself. She knew he was struggling, but he didn't want to admit it. "See, I told you I can handle it," Joey replied in a stuck-up manner. Lindsey rolled her eyes at him.
That mischievous grin reappeared on Myotismon's face as he saw the children slowly make their way over to him. He was not the kind of 'mon' that would go around pulling pranks or simply be mean to others, but when the opportunity came, how could he pass it up? Besides, ruining a grand birthday cake seemed liked the perfect way to be a little evil; even if he didn't have the power yet. Myotismon sat more lazily in his chair and waited for the girl and boy to walk by him; he knew exactly what to do. Unfortunately, if only those children could see it coming...but they didn't. As they were about to pass the unsuspecting vampire, Myotismon stuck out his foot just as they came by. Joey gasped when he tripped on Myotismon's foot, and the poor boy just couldn't keep the cake balanced on his arms; thus, the cake fell flat to the floor.
Joey's eyes widened with disbelief as he saw the birthday cake in ruin. Lindsey couldn't believe what happened either. How can that man do that? How? Myotismon chuckled quietly and slicked his hair back. "Look wha -- look -- just look what you did!" Joey cried, getting on his knees to examine the damage. "Do you know how much that cake cost?" Lindsey gazed at the cake for only a second, for her focus was on the mean man that did it. She blinked oddly. Even though dressed differently...wearing a black trench coat that looked more like a cape than anything, wearing dark pants with black boots...but, Lindsey is sure she's seen this man before. Where though?...
Myotismon scoffed at the boy, "You should watch where you're walking, boy. You scuffed my boots...and they were not cheap!" He bent over and wiped the foot Joey tripped on. "You're lucky that I am in a good mood today..."
Joey looked frantically around himself. "Did anyone hear that?" He said quickly, his eyes darting to everyone by him...or at least, close to the three. "He just threatened me here."
Lindsey kneeled down to the ground and her face fell solemn. She sighed. It was a beautiful cake; designed to perfection, and as Joey said, it was not a cheap cake! This cake was made to look exactly like a rainforest, with the green leaves, flowers, and even tropical frogs. "Look at this..." Lindsey said in a rather depressing voice, gesturing to the cake, "Now it looks like it says 'Appy Bith Elk', and her name isn't Elk."
Myotismon turned away from them and snickered to himself quietly. How he enjoyed seeing human misery, whether it was from adults or children. He lived on the fear and woe of humans... He craved it, just as much he has the thirst for blood. Myotismon's attention was back on the children again, "I guess this girl's 'special day' is ruined now, isn't it? Such a sad outcome...and I'm not paying for it." Joey and Lindsey gasped at him.
Joey clutched his head with his hands. "Oh, what are we going to do?" He asked worriedly, or to anyone that would answer him. "If...if she comes back from her stupid plant shopping--"
"Plants...are not stupid..." Stated a soft voice defensively. Myotismon's blood ran cold when he heard this voice from behind. That voice... A voice he hadn't heard in such a long time... For years he tried to drown out images of her and the voice she carried. It just...couldn't be her. It couldn't be the one girl he was once wedded to years ago (in digi years, mind you). It...it couldn't be--
Joey and Lindsey immediately stood up and gazed past Myotismon with startled expressions on their faces. "K-Kyle! Back so soon from finding more plants?" Joey questioned, frowning and crossing his arms. "You know, you're cramping up our house with those things."
No... Myotismon turned around in his chair, and even though he wanted to gasp at this, but didn't. His horrified look was good enough. Yes, though...there she was; her: Kyle. The vampire saw her standing behind, close to his chair, holding a very large pot with a fresh, growing vegetation of some sort. It obscured some of his view, but it was definitely her. Kyle appeared much more different than the last time he had seen her, but then again, it's been so long for him. The girl's hair had changed once more. Instead of being long and black, it was somewhat long, but more red with her brown. It seemed her 'gothic' look never left, for she wore a long black skirt, black boots, and even a black t-shirt that had a pink skull on it. Eyes still a beautiful emerald glow to them, lost a little weight, but pudgy otherwise; overall, from Myotismon's point of view, Kyle was stunning as ever. He almost panted with nervousness from her being so close.
Kyle's eyes shifted from the two children to Myotismon, and his heart sank when he realized that the way her eyes were, she still didn't remember him. "Wha...what happened here?..." She wondered quietly, walking up to Joey and Lindsey. Looking down, Kyle's lips parted as she saw the destroyed cake on the floor. "Is this...is this my cake?"
Joey rolled his eyes and threw his arms in the air, "It would of been, if it weren't for that guy--" he pointed a shaky finger at Myotismon. Kyle stood by Joey and starred at the vampire as well.
Myotismon made a noise in his throat; a sound of being irritated. "I have said that you should of watched where you were going, boy."
Joey grunted, "Quit calling me boy, I have a name you know. It's Joey."
Myotismon smiled, "I'll never remember that..." Then his eyes peered back to Kyle; starring at her hard.
Kyle ignored Myotismon's intense gaze and knelt by the cake. "We're going to forget about this," she suggested, and looked up at Joey and Lindsey. "We're...we're just gonna have to take the cake back home...the way it is. We'll forget about this... We'll leave..." Her eyes locked with Myotismon's. "I'm...I'm sorry if my cousins caused you any trouble..."
The vampire made a strange 'hmming' sound in his throat. "That is quite alright. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." He flashed his cold eyes at Joey. The boy shivered at his stare.
Joey sighed and picked up the fallen cake in his arms again. "Fine, let's just get out of here," he grumbled. Lindsey nodded in agreement.
As Joey and Lindsey went on ahead, Kyle stood behind for a few moments. "I...I am sorry for them...for whatever they did to you..." she said to Myotismon without looking at him. "I, um...I'm going now." Then she quickly walked over to her cousins, leaving the vampire alone again.
When the children were no longer in sight, Myotismon sighed depressingly. "She...she does not remember me..." he muttered to himself. With an elbow on the table, he rested his head on his hand. A throbbing pain had come up. "Why? Why now? Why her? I do not understand." Myotismon said in his thoughts, "Of all places she could of been...we meet again...here? Is this fate?" He shook his head. "It can't be though; she doesn't remember us... Just what am I...going to do about her now? So much time did it take to get her out of my memories. Such a long time... Why does she have to come back in my life now? Why?" As Myotismon kept thinking of this, he had a growing need to see her again. "Just to see her lovely face... To kiss her lips again..." No... Another part of him nagged to not go through with it. Seeing Kyle again...was like a drug; takes much hard work to get the addiction off, but just to use it once more...you suddenly can't get enough. Yes, Kyle is that: a drug to Myotismon; he can't get enough of her. Unfortunately, now, he doesn't want to let go again. "I just want to see her...one more time...whatever way possible..."
The weather outside the mall was cold, snowing still. It seems that people do not like this time of year, mainly for the icy roads and the blizzards that came about. Kyle didn't mind though. This was actually her favorite season. "My birthday and...no bugs. I hate the heat," she told herself once. As Kyle, Joey, and Lindsey exited the Grange Mall, the young woman stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I just have to say this now, but...why does that weird man look exactly like Myotismon?" A coat was tied around her waist, so she undid the knot and put on this coat quickly.
Joey eyed her oddly, "Now you notice? You and your shyness, is it ever going to stop with people? And-and why didn't we call someone about the cake he ruined?"
Lindsey answered that for Joey, "Joey, we can't tell the security people. They're not going to believe it without any proof. Besides, it's embarrassing to go up to someone and say that a Myotismon wannabe ruined Kyle's cake." She turned to Kyle, "I can't believe you remember that show Digimon."
Kyle smirked ever so slightly, "There are two things I only remember in my life: cartoon villains...and bad things that happened years ago. Cartoons would have to be my specialty." Her quiet voice was still there, even though no stranger was around to hear it.
Joey rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, but it's still weird. How can anyone not notice him? He's got that friggin' mask on his face!" Then the children continued to the parking lot to get to Joey's car.
When they reached the car, Kyle opened the backseat doors. "It is strange..." said Kyle quietly, putting the cake on the floor in the car. "It makes me wonder if anyone has seen the Digimon show at all... I mean, how can they not know Myotismon?"
Joey shrugged as he got into the driver's seat, "Yeah, I know, but I guess we can forget about it now. It's not like we'll be seeing something like that again any time soon. What we saw today was rare...unless that Myotismon creep is some insane guy that hangs around malls." Kyle and Lindsey nodded. When the girls were strapped and ready to go, Joey drove out of the parking lot...and made his way back to the house. Before anyone said anything, the boy shouted, "Yes, I have my permit on me, Kyle. I know you want to drive, but you're so paranoid on the road; you drive so slow." Then...not a word came from them as Joey drove back to his parents house.
"...It's not like we'll be seeing something like that again any time soon..." As the young man spoke these words, if only he knew how wrong he was at that. So very...very wrong.