Ok, here we go. This is my first story so it might not have the polish I
would like but hay. Its going to have a lot the first two shows, some talk
of the first DD's, now they most likely are not who I have them as being
and I did make up one and his digimon but this is a FF so I can get away
with it right?
Also I'm warning you all now that I'm LD and have slight dyslexia so I AM going to have some grammar mistakes from misreading the spell check, and my punctuation might not be all that good, all of the time. I'd like it if you would send me an e-mail with my mistakes if they get to much to handle and I'll repost the chapter with it fixed, I know its inconvenient but its one of the few ways I can fix things because no matter how many times I reread my work I'm never going to catch all of it all of the time, thank you.
-Flameraven
I don't own Digimon if I did I would have made damn sure that Sora and Mat never got together in the first place. But if you plan of suing me I've got to give you notice your about a month too late I just had to put a new brake system on my car and now I'm broke. *long suffering sigh* now on with my story, have fun I am.
Chapter one.
It has been said that all evil needs to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Well I did nothing, and evil lost, so what does that say about me?
At nineteen I'm the oldest of the Digidestined. I was the first and I may well be the last. I've been here since the first battle with Apocalimon, oh so long ago, it feels like centuries and it just might have been. Time in the digital world used to go much faster then it does now, the secant wave of destined changed that but I've been here so long now. Yet I'm still only nineteen. Oh well life isn't all that bad really, but still the question of just what side am I on, keeps nagging at me.
I saw the little Japanese kid from my group of destined go nuts and try to take over one of my worlds. A world that I had sworn to protect soon after he had gone back home with the other two little ones. I still think of them like that even though they are... what? Fifteen or sixteen now? No they can't be that old, could they? No, they must only be fourteen or so.
They were my kids, my responsibility, the sad part was I even had the goggles, what the heck is up with that? Every leader of the destined has worn goggles why Davies got them instead of TK I'll never know but as Tai was the one who gave them up it is understandable for him to think that a dumber version of himself would be leader. That sounds like something he would jump to... and then there was the fact that both TK and Kari shouldn't have been able to do any more then the other "Old school" destined... heh, I had almost forgotten that they call themselves the original Digidestined, I'm the only one who can set them striate, although I think Gennai tried once.
The last two waves have met my whole team, well all of them but myself of course. I doubt even my own kids remember me now, time would have made sure of that. I remember though, I'll always remember. There was only the four of us that first time, all boys no girls, I found that to be a relief as I doubt I would have kept my sanity if we had been a mixed group.
We made an odd team as it was. A kind little Japanese boy with a large caterpillar. A little blond boy from the mid-west who seemed like fates plaything. Who had two, for lack of a better description, half-dog, half rabbits. A little rich kid with a large frog-like thing who was far too noble for his own good. And finely me, the kid from the wrong side of the tracks who had survived only by the grace of God, with my snake.
Michael is still in NY, just as noble as ever, and is now friends with the 2nd groups Mimi. Honor and sincerity in the same town, kind of funny really. 'Course she is with Joe, Mr. Reliability himself, I like that pairing. Its kinda like spider-man, the nerd gets the hot chick, its poetic. Willis is also in NY now, but seeing as its summer he's most likely back out in Colorado in that summer home of his. Seems like everyone of my group is rich but me, oh well. Ken, the one who I watched go evil, was the kind one of us. He kept me in check back in our day. Now he is part the third wave, like Kari and TK who were with the 2nd.
I almost got involved when that all went down, I was about to. Seeing as even he couldn't have stopped serpentmon's digivolution, I still have my crest after all, it would have been funny to see the look on the "Emperor's" face when he tried to stop it and nothing happened though. But I was stuck as an observer once again with the addition of the two angels to the third wave. There was no way I could risk getting involved then. HE was the reason I didn't help the first time and once SHE came back with them there was nothing I could do.
Our kind don't mix well, or so I'm told. I'm a demon and they are angels. I long to be like them but will never be worthy of it. Now don't think that I'm just being poetic, or that I hate myself or anything like that. I'm a destined and as such our partners shape who we are and vice versa. The angel in them would have never trusted me, well TK wouldn't have been able to, I'm a bit too much like a part of himself that he hates, and Kari... well that would have been rather uncomfortable. Standing close to her light could well destroy me, or at the very lest change me.
Willis is still fates plaything, but with the crest of destiny what can you expect? He went through a tough time a little while back, and the fact that I knew nothing about it till much later bothers me. I can't help feeling like I could have and should have done something to help. But then what could I have done? I can't get my partner to mega and I'm sure that Tai and Matt would have thought I was a bad guy had I sent in serpentmon's champion or ultimate forms, not to mention the fact that we would have gotten out ass handed to us, that damn thing beat up on mega's for God's sake, it took a super mega just to take him down... but still I know I should have done something!
And now a storm is coming, one of those mean ones that you can smell is on the way but can't see. I know something big is about to go down, something the likes of which I've never seen and I've seen it all. From a creature made from failed digivolutions too a super monkey too a full blown demon too a crazy vampire. None of them have felt like this though. The evil in the air is so think I can almost taste it. and I'm quite sure that its not going to be nearly as easy to spot this time. The darkness is not going to be evil, for darkness never is in and its self evil, I should know I am dark or at the very lest shadowy.
But again I must ask myself what side am I on? I've stood back and let the new blood fight and bleed and almost die and I've just watched. If all evil needs to win is for good men to do nothing then how has it lost if I'm a good man?
Looking down at my crest, that of a rainbow on a gray field, I come to the realization that I'm not a good man. I am only a man trying to do a little good, and with that I gather the remade crests and set out to see if I could make one team from three. All the while wondering how in the world I'm going to keep the ones who need to DNA digivolve ether out of the fight or at the very lest, alive once the fighting begins.
Also I'm warning you all now that I'm LD and have slight dyslexia so I AM going to have some grammar mistakes from misreading the spell check, and my punctuation might not be all that good, all of the time. I'd like it if you would send me an e-mail with my mistakes if they get to much to handle and I'll repost the chapter with it fixed, I know its inconvenient but its one of the few ways I can fix things because no matter how many times I reread my work I'm never going to catch all of it all of the time, thank you.
-Flameraven
I don't own Digimon if I did I would have made damn sure that Sora and Mat never got together in the first place. But if you plan of suing me I've got to give you notice your about a month too late I just had to put a new brake system on my car and now I'm broke. *long suffering sigh* now on with my story, have fun I am.
Chapter one.
It has been said that all evil needs to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Well I did nothing, and evil lost, so what does that say about me?
At nineteen I'm the oldest of the Digidestined. I was the first and I may well be the last. I've been here since the first battle with Apocalimon, oh so long ago, it feels like centuries and it just might have been. Time in the digital world used to go much faster then it does now, the secant wave of destined changed that but I've been here so long now. Yet I'm still only nineteen. Oh well life isn't all that bad really, but still the question of just what side am I on, keeps nagging at me.
I saw the little Japanese kid from my group of destined go nuts and try to take over one of my worlds. A world that I had sworn to protect soon after he had gone back home with the other two little ones. I still think of them like that even though they are... what? Fifteen or sixteen now? No they can't be that old, could they? No, they must only be fourteen or so.
They were my kids, my responsibility, the sad part was I even had the goggles, what the heck is up with that? Every leader of the destined has worn goggles why Davies got them instead of TK I'll never know but as Tai was the one who gave them up it is understandable for him to think that a dumber version of himself would be leader. That sounds like something he would jump to... and then there was the fact that both TK and Kari shouldn't have been able to do any more then the other "Old school" destined... heh, I had almost forgotten that they call themselves the original Digidestined, I'm the only one who can set them striate, although I think Gennai tried once.
The last two waves have met my whole team, well all of them but myself of course. I doubt even my own kids remember me now, time would have made sure of that. I remember though, I'll always remember. There was only the four of us that first time, all boys no girls, I found that to be a relief as I doubt I would have kept my sanity if we had been a mixed group.
We made an odd team as it was. A kind little Japanese boy with a large caterpillar. A little blond boy from the mid-west who seemed like fates plaything. Who had two, for lack of a better description, half-dog, half rabbits. A little rich kid with a large frog-like thing who was far too noble for his own good. And finely me, the kid from the wrong side of the tracks who had survived only by the grace of God, with my snake.
Michael is still in NY, just as noble as ever, and is now friends with the 2nd groups Mimi. Honor and sincerity in the same town, kind of funny really. 'Course she is with Joe, Mr. Reliability himself, I like that pairing. Its kinda like spider-man, the nerd gets the hot chick, its poetic. Willis is also in NY now, but seeing as its summer he's most likely back out in Colorado in that summer home of his. Seems like everyone of my group is rich but me, oh well. Ken, the one who I watched go evil, was the kind one of us. He kept me in check back in our day. Now he is part the third wave, like Kari and TK who were with the 2nd.
I almost got involved when that all went down, I was about to. Seeing as even he couldn't have stopped serpentmon's digivolution, I still have my crest after all, it would have been funny to see the look on the "Emperor's" face when he tried to stop it and nothing happened though. But I was stuck as an observer once again with the addition of the two angels to the third wave. There was no way I could risk getting involved then. HE was the reason I didn't help the first time and once SHE came back with them there was nothing I could do.
Our kind don't mix well, or so I'm told. I'm a demon and they are angels. I long to be like them but will never be worthy of it. Now don't think that I'm just being poetic, or that I hate myself or anything like that. I'm a destined and as such our partners shape who we are and vice versa. The angel in them would have never trusted me, well TK wouldn't have been able to, I'm a bit too much like a part of himself that he hates, and Kari... well that would have been rather uncomfortable. Standing close to her light could well destroy me, or at the very lest change me.
Willis is still fates plaything, but with the crest of destiny what can you expect? He went through a tough time a little while back, and the fact that I knew nothing about it till much later bothers me. I can't help feeling like I could have and should have done something to help. But then what could I have done? I can't get my partner to mega and I'm sure that Tai and Matt would have thought I was a bad guy had I sent in serpentmon's champion or ultimate forms, not to mention the fact that we would have gotten out ass handed to us, that damn thing beat up on mega's for God's sake, it took a super mega just to take him down... but still I know I should have done something!
And now a storm is coming, one of those mean ones that you can smell is on the way but can't see. I know something big is about to go down, something the likes of which I've never seen and I've seen it all. From a creature made from failed digivolutions too a super monkey too a full blown demon too a crazy vampire. None of them have felt like this though. The evil in the air is so think I can almost taste it. and I'm quite sure that its not going to be nearly as easy to spot this time. The darkness is not going to be evil, for darkness never is in and its self evil, I should know I am dark or at the very lest shadowy.
But again I must ask myself what side am I on? I've stood back and let the new blood fight and bleed and almost die and I've just watched. If all evil needs to win is for good men to do nothing then how has it lost if I'm a good man?
Looking down at my crest, that of a rainbow on a gray field, I come to the realization that I'm not a good man. I am only a man trying to do a little good, and with that I gather the remade crests and set out to see if I could make one team from three. All the while wondering how in the world I'm going to keep the ones who need to DNA digivolve ether out of the fight or at the very lest, alive once the fighting begins.