A/N: Bolded italic is when the person's dark side is speaking. And italic with apostrophes is what someone is thinking. And sometimes, italic with apostrophes is just when someone is thought-speaking. You'll figure it out. And just plain bolded is when either the dark side of the person is talking, or someone who's thought-speaking to you by force. This an AU fic, derived from my own story. I rated this for some mentions of rape, profanity, descriptive death, and etc. The rating will most likely get higher later on.
Disclaimer Thingy: ok, all these characters do NOT belong to me. They belong to uh, the creators of digimon, and all the other people who own them. (I forgot.) Bandai & Saban, I think? The plot is MINE. And the few italic non-bolded phrases during Mimi's first story – they're borrowed from a French rapping group, IAM, and their song is called L'Empire Du Cotê Obscur (The Dark Empire) I just took translations into English and placed them here…
Silhouetted against the moonlight, a group of fourteen strode down a hill, followed by ten others; but their numbers were soon to grow.
The first fourteen, with their actions and words alone, would decide the fate of many worlds.
A queen… Sora – Love/Hate
Without a throne.
A girl… Mimi – Purity/Contamination
Without her family.
A time traveler, Takeru – Hope/ Despair
Without a time to go home to…
A sorceress… Miyako – Humanity/Atrocity
Without identity of her powers.
A boy… Iori – Justice/Prejudice
Who wanted respect.
A prince… Jyou – Faith/Uncertainty
Without memory of his past…
A dragonling Wallace – Fate/Obstruction
In charge of creating illusions…
A Pixie…. Michael – Candor/Secrecy
In search of family…
A knight, Yamato – Friendship/Animosity
Who lost his blade…
An elf… Koushiro – Knowledge/Ignorance
Who lost his future...
A 'Perfected' Hikari – Miracles/Disaster
Who wanted her dignity.
A vampire… Taichi – Courage/Fear
Who didn't want a soul.
A thief - Daisuke – Loyalty/Betrayal
Whose heart was stolen…
A seeker… Ken – Kindness/Cruelty
With his objective gone awry…
~~
A group, whose emotions would hopefully see them through.
They were rebels, outlaws, warriors.
They were …
The DigiDestined.
~~
February 1st, Ruin of the Heavens, 3895. Final Entry of Chosen Child Member # 3
DigiDestined of the Group of Fate & Destiny
~
Dear Journal,
Hey. It's me again. Yeah, I know, I haven't written in a long time. Then again, that 'long time' wasn't long enough – I've been preoccupied lately, thinking about our soon-to-be adventure. Anyway.
Here's a question I used to ask my self: What is the first thing that comes to mind when people think of us?
Sadly, I had the misfortune to find out.
Stupid rebels. Evil Outlaws. Soulless Beings. Disgusting. Heart-stealing Soul Eaters. Mercenaries from the Devil's Side.
At first it was funny, but then I realized it was pretty harsh.
A pause, then typing resumes. Typist sighs.
Well, that's how life is; for us.
We were innocent, you know. There was a time when we were unafraid to show our love and affection to others around us. Then IT happened. We were stripped of our identity, torn from our families, and had to mature more than the wisest shaman, and have seen and been through more than anyone can ever begin to imagine.
When we were kids, twelve or below, we had all wanted adventures. I mean, at that age, who doesn't?
Typist laughs hollowly.
Well, I guess you could say we got we wanted – and more.
We earned – through centuries of hard work and effort – glory, wealth, and happiness (in some form). What more could we want, right?
If only you knew.
Even though I'll never admit this to the rest of the Ravens, I regret agreeing to save the world. I regret being born. I regret learning magic. But most of all, I regret writing this.
But the past is the past; no use moping about it. We were young, foolish. And, in a weird way, lonely. So, we agreed.
Long pause. Typist sobs, and shoulders shake uncontrollably.
You ask, why am I writing all this? Well, let me explain. Supposedly, I'm embarking on my last journey. The prophecies say that I'm going to die, but not in vain. ME. But then again, the prophecies have been proven wrong – once in a while. So I'm pretty confident that I'll make it through, all the way. But I'm typing this, just in case. I want people to open their eyes, to see. To see the truth. I guess that's my last message to all you people out there.
So, I'll stop the JOURNAL entry here, and hopefully be back later and finish this up. Bye world. Bye mom, dad. Sayonara to everything I held near to my heart.
This, is our story.
~~
"No!" the little girl shrieked, tracks of tears streaming down her face. "Let them go! Father! Mother!
Right in front of her eyes, Mimi watched her mother being raped cruelly, and her father; tied down, forced to watch. He had been beaten with clubs, and pieces of wood and bone stuck out in odd angles all over his body. To make matters worse, the men in green armour had taken whips, dipped them in oil and salt, and cruelly brought them down on her father's back.
And her mother – her mother – she couldn't look. What they were doing to her – it was like they were sucking her very essence, her dignity, her soul, out of her.
Her parents were in such a bad state, that she couldn't even recognize them anymore – she couldn't believe they were once people who were so happy and content with life, free and joyful. Her father, who used to be tall and burly with ringlets of chestnut hair and warm tan eyes with a mischievous grin– was now ghastly pale and starved to death, and his feet, hand and face were deathly yellow. His eyes were sinking into his socket holes, giving him a hollow appearance. His curls itself hung limp, framing his face. In addition, his feet were beginning to blacken, because they were kept in a bucket of ice. Her mother was so pale and drained-looking, that she resembled a person who was severely anemic. Her face looked so fragile, even her hair was thin, as if it was representing her heart. Once every few hours she would extend a hand toward Ryanne and open her mouth in a scream of mercy. The men had been at it for two days now, and they seemed to thoroughly enjoy starving and torturing the family.
Her head fell, and she dropped to her knees. 'No…Oh, God! Please, I beg of you, save them! Please!' she prayed silently.
"Mimi…Mimi!" her father whispered coarsely through lips cake with blood and grime. "Listen to me…you are our daughter, our hope…you, Mimi, are the little ruler of peace and truth…you shall help decide destiny…" and with those final words, everything her father had - love, courage, loyalty – it all drained away from him. Mimi watched helplessly as her father's eyes glazed over and rolled to the top of his head.
"Stand tall and proud, my child…through the toughest of times, the light shall see you through…" Mimi realized with a sob that her mother's spirit had gone to join her father's soul.
Her mother's afflicter pouted, and leered at Mimi.
Licking his lips lustfully, he sneered. "A bit young maybe, but bloody hell, you'll do."
All of a sudden, a huge surge of adrenaline rushed through her veins. She knew what it was. The Black Force.
'Oh, no! Not now...please, nothing but that!' she pleaded silently. The black abyss that had lain dormant in her heart for as long as she could remember finally opened up. Darkness flowed through her blood with promise of vengeance.
It's the dark side…the force.
The dark monarchy unloads, spreads it power…
As the soldier approached, his eyes grew wide in wonder as he looked at her. Moments ago she had been a small, scrawny girl of 8 or 9 with chestnut brown hair and eyes. Now, within seconds, she had become fine-boned, with a regal air to her. Her hair flew out in wisps from her face, pushed by some unseen force. Her heart turned into stone, and her eyes turned mercilessly icy with swirls of black streaks. An aura of incredible dark power surrounded her, like the wind before a tornado strikes. Sparks of silver electricity – or tiny thunderbolts – gathered around her fist, all coming from her aura.
The power of the shadow sets in. No, don't resist. Don't fight it.
She escaped from her captor's arms and watched with fascination as crystal claws grew out of her fingers.
Don't turn away from the hand that has been offered to you…She knew what she had to do. She screamed aloud the war call of the Tachikawa's – something that hadn't been done since its Dark Ages, yet lurked in all the descendant's minds.
I will explore the kingdom of your fears.
She leapt on the forthcoming soldier, making him topple to the floor. Her hand enclosed around his neck, squeezing air out of him. She grinned as he struggled against her, his eyes popping out. Blood foamed at his mouth, and a vein started to twitch in his forehead. As his efforts to escape slowed, she slowly let him go, dragging her claws on his neck.
To become the dictator to better terminate you.
"B-b-b...barbarian bitch…" he managed to gasp out as a final spasm shook his entire body.
For you, it is time to join the soldiers' army of the shadow.
Do you not see your good side submitting itself?
It's your destiny; why resist it?
For the 1st time in her entire 9 years,
Mimi Tachikawa killed.
~~
"Your highness! They Khayadurin army is attacking at the left gate!" a voice called, amidst the din and chaos.
"What? How large is their troop, Lucas?" Queen Sora of Aedorin replied. Turning to face the man, she unsheathed her sword.
A young man looked back at her, maybe 15, or 16. His bright red hair stood on end, and his face pale behind freckles. He was tall and lanky, a knight new to the business, but one of the most trusted advisors of Zara's – the Queen's Champion.
"I think there's about a 150 of them! And they've got ladders, trying to come up here!"
"Blast those Khayadurins! If there's only 150 at the left gate, then….Oh god, no! They're just a distraction! The main force will attack at the right gate! Tell Lord Roland and Countess Mayna to take their forces there! They're the strongest, out of all the allies we have right now!" All the hurrying made the young 17-year-old queen flush, her fair complexion hinting a slight red. She ran her fingers through her short auburn hair, frustrated. Her orangey-brown eyes clouded over, suggesting she was over stressed. She was short, but her physique definitely made up for it.
Lucas nodded, and hurriedly rushed off to center camp, where most of the troops were residing.
"Down! Get down! We must fight on land! Move it!" She screamed, seeing how most of the force would attack on land, and not from sky. Speaking of the sky, she looked up and quickly scanned the horizon. So far, so good.
"Can't move in this bloody armour….what's it made of anyway? Blasted thing!" she cursed under her breath.
Steel, actually.
She jumped, momentarily forgetting that she was in the middle of a war.
How many times have I told you not do that?!
Quite a few, actually. But that's beside the point. You'll have to cast some spells, and remember, some of your forces will turn on you!
Angrily, she shook her head. I know! But can't you at least tell me who? This had been going on for months now, this voice. The only thing she was sure of that he was a male, and some kind of warrior. He seemed to see the future, but lacked the courage to talk about it.
She heard him sight, and rather felt him look down. I can't! Just be careful of anything, and be ready! The voice slowly faded back in to the locked depths of her subconscious mind.
Sighing, she looked down from the tower, and eyed the battlefield that unfolded around her castle. To the north, some kind of immortal creatures from the North came, trying to overtake her army by fear. They were horrid. Maybe 7 feet tall, and claws for hands; and black acid dripped from their bodies. Some kind of suction tube came out of their back, which they flung around in all directions, even if meant killing one of their own. But of course, her husband, Trysting of Kyronn, had a few tricks of his own. She smiled dreamily as she looked at him; he seemed to be the only light in her dark future. He was shouting orders, and his armies of mages were fighting against the creatures, called Zrdds, with enormous powers of the dark side. The Black Art was the only thing that could defeat the monsters. Trysting's brown hair, slick with sweat, was flying around as he shook his head. Beads of blood fell from a wound right above his forehead. He was extremely tall, and a huge muscular build. Even all the way from up here, she could see that his sky blue eyes were sparked with determination. They had been wed recently, only about six weeks ago.
To the right, the main force advanced slowly, singing their chant of death. She looked as brave men – clad in brass – colored armour – must be Lord Roland's men – marched defiantly toward the dark army. Followed closely behind, Mayna's troops, in a shining gold were galloping on white horses. Lord Roland's army was called the 'Hidden Death', for their expertise in stealth and assassination. On the other hand, the Countess's army was called 'Rising Sun' for they attacked with brute strength, and easily overpowered their enemies.
To the left, Lucas's troops – they were the Winged Ones – were swooping down on their foe, and killing them with a single blow – that was the advantage to being airborne. To the south, her own force, 'Wilting Rose' was fighting valiantly along side the Elfish army, who were clad simply in green tunics and brown leggings, light titanium swords and crossbows. Her army on the other hand, was clad in shining silver armour, and they had heavy steel swords. One of her commanders rode in the front, proudly bearing her banner, a crimson rose with thorns against a black sky with a dying moon.
She quickly glanced beneath her, right under the tower, and stared in horror as her cousin – the Duke Ebrazonn – fell from his black stallion, and an arrow whizzed into a horrifying gash in his abdomen. Her heart wrenched in pain, and a single tear slipped from her eye. 'So many lives lost, and all for what? Just to save my kingdom', she though bitterly. Men were dying by the dozens everywhere, and the whole field was flooded with blood. Even those who were dying were still fighting bravely in the name of their Queen.
Anguished, she screamed out a war call, and clambered down a ladder to go and join her army. Without even thinking, she drew her sword and pushed out her shield. Ice-cold adrenaline pumped through her veins, making her even more scared. She fought as if in a trance, any man that came close to her, she would kill without a second thought. Blows that were directed to her, or any of her soldiers, she would fend off. Her mind couldn't even register that she had a deep gash on her leg, probably caused by some unnoticed arrow.
When she finally had time to breath and clear her head, she realized that she cut deep through the enemy lines. 'The Iron Queen has once again done her job,' she thought grimly.
She fought forever, beside her loyal soldiers, with sword combat and magic. Unnoticed by those without the Gift, a golden cloud hovered around the enemy lines, slowly squeezing their hearts. It was her most frequently used spell, called the Golden Noose. Soldiers fell around her, and she muttered a prayer to let God send them to heaven.
After what seemed hours she realized that the all the commotion had starting slowing down. Blinking, she grasped that it had starting raining, and her hair hung string-like around her face. Dimly she heard the enemy's leader, King Claudius bellow retreat. Looking around she saw how many had died around. She sagged, and sunk to the ground. She sobbed, without realizing it.
"Sora?" She heard someone call timidly. "We won…we beat them….it's finally over, highness…" it was Lucas, who was growing more enthusiastic by the moment, understanding that they had won.
"Help me up." She whispered coarsely. Vaguely, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and hoist her up onto her horse.
Lucas gasped. The Queen had been more hurt than either of them realized. She had a wound on her leg as well as her back. She was already slipping into unconsciousness and if she didn't get enough help, she would bleed to death.
"Majesty! We must get you to help at once! You're bleeding!"
"Yeah, well, so are a thousand other men! I can wait!" she snapped.
"I was just…" he stuttered.
"She doesn't need your sympathy, Lucas. After all, is she not a woman of steel? She is called the Iron Queen for a reason." Lucas rolled his eyes. Somehow, King Trysting had crept up on them. He had a distinct feeling that Trysting crept up everywhere.
Sora tried to smile, and chuckled. "Yeah, that's me…"
"Get off your horse, Sora." Trysting ordered.
"What? Why? She can't stand! She's too weak, if you haven't noticed!" Lucas exclaimed.
"Shut. Up. Boy." Trysting replied, glaring at Lucas.
"What's wrong?" Sora asked, alarmed at the look on her husband's face.
"Nothing, dear. Would you just get down?" he said sweetly.
She swung down, unsure of what was going on.
Looking over his shoulder, she heard Trysting call out to someone.
"Sora, Lucas, I'd like you to meet King Claudius."
"WHAT?" The two of the cried out in unison, drawing their swords.
"No need for that, children. I come in – shall we say – peace." Claudius said, with an ominous smile.
"You don't even know the meaning of peace, you piece of filth!" Sora spat.
"Me and your husband, we had a little chat, and we think that you and this friend of yours – are the reason for all this chaos."
"Us?" Lucas said blankly, taken aback.
Sneering at them Trysting nodded. "Yes. And beside, a woman isn't fit for the position of ruler. It would be so much better if a man much like myself ruled."
"You…you…you usurper!" Lucas stuttered.
"But you already rule, if not alone! You are already my consort!" Sora cried, still unwilling to believe what was happening.
"I don't need cowards like you around to help!" he countered.
"So we came up with a solution. Kill you both. This Lucas boy has been most meddlesome. We don't blame you Sora; he was simply a bad influence on you." Claudius explained, spreading his hands.
"But…" she whispered.
"What, are you going to say 'what about love?' Get over it, Sora, how could any man ever love a woman like you? A witch?"
"But all the promises we made! To finally bring peace to our lands! What about –" she said, only to be interrupted by Claudius.
"That's shit!! Men like us need war – only cowards declare peace. Cowards like you women."
"Fuck off, jackass! Stand now and fight before me!" Lucas said, declaring a duel.
"Trysting, if you will."
"My honor Claudius, I never liked him much anyway. He and Sora were too – close."
"What?" Sora thundered. "Are you now accusing me of adultery? You know what, fine! Fight both Lucas and me! Let's see what you can do then!"
Trysting simply rolled his eyes, and took out a crossbow. Sora firmly placed her feet into the ground and put out her shield. Lucas did likewise.
They stood side by side, both knowing clearly that this could very well be their last battle.
"Remember Lucas, if we die, we die with honor." She whispered, for his ears alone. He nodded firmly.
Everything slowed down, as she saw Trysting release the arrow. She gulped, expecting for the worst. Thousands of thoughts whizzed through her head. She saw the arrow coming for her, and at the last moment swerved right, to the side of Lucas that was unprotected. Her eyes going wide in horror, she realized that it was an enchanted arrow. He turned to look at her, and realized what had happened. He was unGifted, so he could not run from the arrow. He smiled sadly, and took a deep breath.
The arrow pierced through his armour, and into his flesh. He fell, gasping for air. Everything seemed still for a moment, and then a line of bright red blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. His sword fell to the ground beside his shield. He dropped to his knees, and let out a sequence of wordless screams.
Sora dropped her sword and shield, and dove to catch Lucas. She sat, sprawled on the ground, with Lucas's head on her lap. She ruffled his hair fondly. "Oh, Lucas. I'm so sorry. You were a true Champion. Oh, Lucas…" she sobbed, her head dropping to her chest.
"Thank you. You…you gave me a family, a home…that is something I never had. You were – are a sister to me. Ever since we were children, you took care of me. I love you, Sora. You are beautiful, kind. And you have a burning fire inside of you, Sora. Never let that die. Never." He said, his eyes flashing with determination and love.
"I...I..."
"Shh," he whispered. "Don't say anything." He reached up, and gently stroked her face. Suddenly, he bent over in a hacking cough, and blood poured out of his mouth. As fast as he started coughing, he stopped. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes glazed over.
"I love you." Were his final words, and with that she felt a soft warmth spread throughout her body. The power of love. Even though Lucas had died, he was still protecting her. No matter what, he was forever her Champion.
Her shoulder shaking, she growled, a feral noise coming from her throat. "How could you? Trysting, how could you? I hate you!" she screamed.
But before she could even get up, Trysting and Claudius were upon her in a flash, their swords unsheathed.
Anger flowed like a raging river through her. Were they such cowards, that they would kill a person who couldn't even defend themselves at the moment?
At that moment, the Black Force entered her. Claudius and Trysting killed her, without realizing this.
"Whoa." Trysting commented, amazed. He had his hand under Sora's chin, and tilted her head.
"What is it now, Trysting?" Claudius replied, annoyed.
"Take a look at her eyes…it's all black! All of it!"
"Just a fluke or something Trysting, probably a spell back lashed. Yes, that's it!" Claudius looked as if he was rather trying to reassure himself more than Trysting.
Still looking dubious, Trysting shrugged and walked away from the two corpses. It was the dawn of a new day – time to build a new empire.
He smiled. Will good things ever cease to end?
~~
The Oracles were gathered around a long table, waiting for someone to make a move.
"So," a harsh voice hissed from underneath the hood of an emerald-green cloak. "Why are we here?"
At the head of the table a man in a navy-blue cloak sighed. "To discuss the prophecy of Satan's Dark Empire."
"What?" the man clad in green cried, rising up. "But we already discussed that! We know who they are, and there's nothing we can do about it!"
A man further down the table shook his head. " I'll recite the main part of the prophecy again – if you think we missed anything.
They say that truth shall rise;
all through dark and stormy skies.
And in the unknown depths of hell,
Cunning lord Satan shall dwell;
staring with oblivious eyes
Awaiting the kingdom of his prize.
And when it comes, he'll snatch it away.
feast on its gold,
and a dark empire he shall mold."
Another woman, dressed in a crimson cloak, creased her forehead in shrewd concentration. "I think I know what he's getting at. Remember, there's another part which describes what they omens will be? It says:
And in the dawn, of a three-starred day,
A beam of hope will flash, miles away.
But to their dismay, to no avail.
Yet a lone warrior shall stand, clad in silver mail –
Promises of prosper, she will bring.
And of this dark day, bards will sing.
Unknown to them the messenger of the Dark –
Takes many shapes – to score its mark."
"Oh, Lord above!" a woman in a shining silver cloak suddenly yelled. " Promises of prosper, SHE will bring!"
"Yes, we know that! And it was a woman who stood there!" a man in a brown cloak said crossly.
"You forget, it was the Serpent Queen – during her dark period - who at that time was reincarnated as a man – which she turned into later!"
"Oh, no! We cannot, in no way, afford a mistake like this!" a man in a copper cloak moaned.
"Need I say, I warned you!" a voice further down the table called mockingly.
"Yes," another voice added. "Did I not tell you, that there was something wrong with that beam of light? I still think it was the power of Miracles, not Hope!"
"It wasn't hope." The woman in the crimson cloak said quietly. "Hope's beam was today. I was nearby."
Everyone gasped. "Does it mean literally, a beam?" someone queried.
"Well," the woman in the crimson said cautiously, " I think not. I guess it could be something that happened to Hope in order for him or her – to flare – and that could've been the beam."
"Yes," a man clad in pale yellow said thoughtfully, carefully regarding the speaker.
"So, what else did we get wrong?" a woman said sarcastically.
"Maybe the day of three-stars?" a man in bright blue suggested. "Think about it, they say a three-starred day, not the three-starred day."
"Your point?" the man in navy blue called irritably.
"So, it means, that seeing three stars must not be regular – maybe it's the eve of Mraenin – you know, when Zanthia was born?"
"Ah. I see your idea. So, we misinterpreted it, thinking a planet with three stars, instead of a single day with three stars?"
Nodding, the man in bright blue agreed. "Precisely my point."
Suddenly, the man in copper shifted in his seat. "You! In the Crimson!" They called each other by color, for they did not know who one another was – to do so would be suicidal, for other groups of Oracles would kill to know.
"Yes, Coppery?" she retorted, airily.
"You say you saw the beam of Hope" - at this the woman nodded – "Why? What was wrong to cause him to flare?"
She looked uneasy as she replied. "I think he was one of the Chosen Ones. I'm guessing, though. All of a sudden he flared – I think he left for the Dark."
A man cursed under his breath. "Just great, exactly what we needed, more Darks to bribe!"
"Watch your tongue! You know there could be others here listening!" some one shouted.
"Whatever," the woman in silver said, daintily dismissing him. "What else did we make a mistake on?"
"Nothing else, I suppose. Or rather, hope." Someone muttered.
"Anyway," the soft hissing voice of the man in the green cloak came. "What good is it to dwell on the topic of something we cannot do about?"
"He's right, forget this. Let's just never make a mistake as stupid as this. And besides, if we couldn't do anything then, what can we do now?" the man in copper queried.
"Nothing. Let's talk about other pressing matters." Everyone jumped at this voice, for the man in the golden cloak rarely spoke.
"Agreed," the man in navy blue said firmly. "What else is there?"
"Well," the Teal woman started. "My emissaries inform me that we have a new Chosen. He goes by the name Ken Ichijouji."
This piqued the interest of a man in a black cloak further down the table. "Well then, who is this?"
Teal threw him a glance. "Fuchsia, can you run program 'Child of Fortune' on the computer's database? And Turquoise, pull a picture on him from your personal database." The two of them, who were the proclaimed computer experts of the group, and sat by each other, nodded, and got to work.
"Run EarthNet version 9.8." Fuchsia said softly. A transparent screen popped up in front of her, and she prodded at it, pressing the buttons to take her to the specified program. Just before she clicked it, she ordered for a larger screen to pop in the middle of the table, and in an octagonal shape, so that everyone could see it. With a soft swoosh, it popped up. "Run Child of Fortune."
Turquoise looked at her, and nodded. He proceeded to tap at his own screen, pulling up a picture of the new Chosen. "Upload picture of Ken Ichijouji to main screen." He stated.
"Ok," the woman in Teal stated. "This, folks, is Ken Ichijozi. He is a seeker and bounty hunter. His greatest known accomplishments have been to recover the Dark Star, pendant of Menariio, and the lights of Naertha. Note his physique. Tall and slim, with a lean build. I'm thinking that this suggests unnatural ability of speed. There – look at that video – see how he just disappears to the other end of the room? Well, me and someone else went over it, and we found no trace of power. He is not ignorant towards ParaVerse. Actually, he was raised at the heart of it, MiddleVerse. One thing I found interesting about him was when he flared – he didn't use it as an aura. Instead, he formed it as a solid glass shield, kind of like a bauble. I don't know why, because that can hurt him as well. His virtues are Kindness and Cruelty. He's leaning towards Kindness at the moment."
"Weaknesses?" the man in brown asked.
"Unknown. But I've heard a rumour that a friend of his – Daisuke, discussed at a meeting two months ago, bearer of Loyalty and Betrayal, is possibly his weak spot. Ken seems to become, well, soft and really happy whenever this guy's around."
"Weapon of choice?" the man in black inquired.
"Crossbow, set on instant kill. I think you guys'll find this interesting – he was an assassin with his older brother for the Dark Lord before."
The Gold man whistled. "Now that's something you don't see everyday. I thought all of his followers died?"
"Yes, well, apparently they did not." Green hissed scornfully.
Navy Blue sighed. "Ok, whatever, our time's running out. Crap, if we don't scram in the next 8 minutes, Moral Oracles will find us. Umm, next time, Fuchsia, you lead the meeting. I want everyone to find out everything they can on each revealed Chosen. That way, we'll get more information. Black, Crimson, and Emerald Green, I want you three to stay back and make sure everyone leaves safely."
The three of them nodded.
"Alright. We'll see each other in a fortnight. Meeting adjourned."
Papers and cloaks could be heard rustling, as everyone pushed back their chairs and got ready to leave.
Everyone walked to the center of the room, where they stood, hand in hand, in a circle. They started chanting, and a multi-colored aura took shape around them. One by one, each Oracle disappeared.
Finally, only Em. Green, Black, and Crimson were left.
"Phew," Crimson said, relieved. "Thank god they're gone!"
Em. Green smiled. "Yeah, I know. Alright, let's get to work. So, what are we doing?" The latter comment was directed to Black.
"Um, ok, well, Green and I will go wipe out all of the Oracles memories of today's meeting, and replace them with false information. We can't have them knowing anymore about the Chosen. I guess you stay back and wipe all the data base's of the information. And make sure no one comes in."
Crimson bit her lip worriedly. "I hate doing this! You guys just wipe my memory after every time I do something like this! So, I usually have no clue about what's happening!"
Green smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I know it's not fair for you, but you are alleged to the power of the Pearl. And we, well, you know, have a problem with them. You wipe the data bases, then we'll come back here and wipe your memories, and then we'll all bail."
"Wait," Black said suddenly. "What about the Moral Oracles?"
Crimson grinned widely. "Oh, I just cast an illusion spell to make Navy Blue to think that."
Green rolled his eyes. He waved at Crimson, and said, "We're out."
"Later," Black said, nodding towards Crimson. He placed a hand on Green's shoulder, and with a flash the two guys disappeared.
Crimson sighed, and stood there for a while. With all this chaos in the worlds, she just wasn't sure anymore.
But, Green was her best friend. And Black was Green's bound warrior-third. She pretty much trusted them.
So she had nothing to worry about.
Right?
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A/N: Mwahaha! Ok, at the part when I mentioned Ken gets soft when Daisuke is around, I did not intend any yaoi relations between them. Buuut, I wouldn't mind doing that. That's one thing I wanted to tell you guys. I really haven't decided on the couples yet, so you guys can voice your opinions. I'm not saying that I WILL use those couples, but I'll think about it. I don't mind doing yaoi, since Takori is my favorite couple, but I'm not sure about yuri. I find that harder, since I'm a girl myself. (But that doesn't mean I will not!)
Oh, right. That reminds me, uh, be patient with my writing, because I'm only 13, and well, my writing is not that well developed yet. *sigh* Do tell me ANY mistakes I have. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Flame all you want, I care not! ^_~ . And, do not worry about Sora, she will be back! Also, you guys think I should bring Trysting back? Cause he's a cool evil guy, I think.
I'm trying really hard not to make this Mary-Sueish, (which people assume it is if you add in an original character) since this whole concept is derived from one of my original works. This one's got way more characters, and a different plot. But, I will have to use some original characters, but not as a digidestined or anything; for example, Crimson is my creation. (Just to make it easier to understand the story) She will have to do more in the story, but it does not revolve around her, or any other character.
And now. Some of you guys might be confused with their Virtues. I didn't really want digieggs or anything, but more crest-like. So, I thought that love and sincerity would equal humanity, and thus Miyako's virtue. Someone please tell me what Michael and Wallace's crests are, I think it's Life and Fate? If it is Fate, what's the opposite of it? I'm not quite sure… Now, another question you guys are probably thinking, why does Hikari have Miracles, and not light? I see her crest more of miracles – even though I know it's Daisuke – light would make her too mighty and everything, and I'd have to revolve the whole story around her. Ugh. Not that I'm anti-Hikari.
One more thing. I don't mean to offend anyone or anything by using Satan as part of my story, and I want to warn you guys about something else: I will use God, but call him the Prime Alpha. He is the Supreme. Underneath him, I will have a whole lot of gods and goddesses, though their power is nowhere near complete enough to compete with those of the God's. For ex, one of the characters here, I will make him/her the Supreme God/Goddess.
Rating WILL get higher, I will involve WAY more death, brutality, etc. And A LOT of use of profanity.
Sorry if sometimes I say that a guy is a girl, remember, I had to change this. Sorry I wrote so much for the A/N, and thanks for being so patient. ^.^
Toodles!
-Inque JAM 3oo1 / Queen of Black Chaos
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