Disclaimer: I do not own the digimon series!
Author's note: I would like to inform all readers that this is a crossover from the first 4 digimon seasons. The main characters would definitely be a mixed of different characters from different seasons and their personalities might be changed (twisted) a little, but there would be a reason why in the story. Majority of the characters would be introduced in chapter 3 so please wait and pardon chapter 2. Also this is my first time writing a fanfiction hence I apologise for any spelling and grammatical errors. Please review and tell me which couples you all prefer other than Takouji, thanks!
Defination:
Flyrays- they were mentioned in the previous chapter. They are creatures that look like sting rays except that they can fly. They are about the same size as eagles, are quite friendly and often fly in groups. Usually brown or white and sometimes their backs are spotted.
Muffled and strangled cries echoed in the distance. Cries of those whom cannot escape, trapped and consumed by the raging flames. Their eyes held nothing but emptiness, their mouths hung opened limply. All resigned to their cruel fate. Lost in the insane dark world and toyed in that vortex.
And in that midst, a silent cry echoed the walls of darkness.
"I don't want to. Save me..."
Chapter 1: Takuya
The heavy roar of the old engines woke him up. Ruffling his hair and yawning at the same time, he turned to look at the small rounded window that was smeared with grease. Although blurred a little, he could still see the blue skies and the soft white clouds; occasionally a few Flyrays would merged in, making the whole scene all the more beautiful.
"Takuya!" the loud impatient banging at the door broke his train of thoughts. He turned to door startled and nearly rolling out of his cramped bed. "C-Coming!" he replied as he tried to organise himself. He quickly changed out off his sleep attire and put on his clothes- a yellow shirt and brown shorts that went to his knee. Rushing to the cold bucket of water at the side, he briefly rinsed his face and grabbed his muffler, together with his goggles. The muffler and the goggles were the most essential part of his daily life, being a mechanic; he constantly was faced with the task of repairing broken engines or pipes and sometimes climbing outside the airship fixing broken turbines and many others. The pungent smell oil leakage was enough to make one suffocate. He grabbed his belt of tools, his worn-out leather gloves and pulled the heavy metal door.
Standing out there was a lady and she stood there, her arms folded and her face drawn with anger. "Takuya! Do you have any idea what time it is?" she bellowed, her gaze like razor darts pierced him.
"S-Sorry, Obae-san, erm… I'll get started now." Takuya squirmed nervously as he meekly replied. After mumbling another apology, he headed towards the engine room. "Remember to feed the Gotlons, slacker!" she screamed behind him.
Scurrying down the metal stairway and avoiding grumpy workers, Takuya took a sharp turn towards the dark basement. It was so dark that hardly any light seemed to penetrate through. When he reached there, he was greeted with grunts and a foul odour. Heaving a sigh, he move slowly as he heard his footsteps echoed in total darkness. At the side was the Gotlon's breakfast, Takuya almost lurched at the smell that it emitted, a whole bucket of rotting food waste. He stumbled a moment from the heavy weight and started dragging the bucket towards the barely visible cage. Takuya immediately paused once he heard the grunts again and this time, the chains clanking wildly. "Gotlons…disgusting…" he shuddered at the image of them.
Gotlons are hybrids; they are of mixed animal genes put together. However, the result was horrible, a painful failure. They looked somewhat like dogs but bigger, were blind and had no fur. They were practically simple and often used for hard labour; in this case, they were used for powering the airship by pulling the rods.
"Hey kiddo, hurry up! You ain't got all day, ya know!" a voice hollered from above, whoever was up there must be irked by the smell the basement was emitting.
Takuya quickened his steps and poured the waste into the ledge as the Gotlons rushed forward to feast. After a few more buckets, he pulled down the tight lever where water was contained. A gush of water rushed down as he struggled to push it back up again. This was the way of bathing them or they would be smellier than their current state. After taking a last look at the Gotlons gobbling their breakfast, he rushed up the steps, trying to shake the image out from his mind.
Takuya was about to head to the engine room and that included passing by the kitchen in which was very chaotic at this moment. Workers were rushing back and forth the narrow corridor. He had to wrestle his way through the crowd and when he made it, a chef shoved piles of plates into his hands. Takuya nearly fell back from the force and the sudden weight. "Get them to the washing area now!" the chef ordered and pushed him roughly into the washing area, directly opposite the kitchen.
The floor was slippery and the walls were covered in suds inside the washing area. Takuya struggled to look for a place where he could put the tower of plates down, careful not to fall at the same time. He found a place at the corner and switched on the tap at full speed. Sighing, he waited for the bucket to fill up with water. Everyone was panicking and disorganised mostly because of tonight's event- the Royal Gala.
Takuya's heart leapt a little at the thought of it. The Royal Gala was held every year and this is where the most refined of nobles or even royals meet up together. He heard from Obae-san that this year's Royal Gala would be extremely grand. Takuya smiled, he would be part of this prestigious event! Tonight, he would be able to view the party if he sat outside on the edge of the window of the control room.
"Here," a hand with a toast blocked his way. Takuya looked up and saw Obae-san grinning. "You skinny boy, you hadn't eaten all morning. You got to eat more! Be a strong man when you grow up." She ruffled his hair as Takuya nimbly bit into the toast. Obae-san could be scary but she could be really nice at times too.
"Takuya, it will definitely be a grand fest tonight. The royals are all coming down apparently. The crown princes and princesses from Delton, Eurata and Seraphine all agreed to participate. Only Layfon and Endea seemed to be on some kind of policy of isolation. Even then it is grand since we don't get to see crown princes and princesses often. I mean I still have not seen our boss." Obae ranted in one breath, she was also truly very much excited.
"Huh? Boss?" Takuya mumbled in confusion as he looked up at Obae-san. She blinked for a moment before she regained her laugh once more. "Yes, it is Kimura Koichi-sama and Minamoto Kouji-sama of Ushiv." She replied.
"There are two different crown princes ruling Ushiv?" Takuya questioned.
"Nope, they are brothers. There was something personal going on in their family, so that's why I guessed they have different sir names. Well it is not too good dwelling in royal affairs and so back to work!" Obae stood up and stretched herself. "And turn off the tap, don't waste water." She pointed out as Takuya struggled rushing to off the tap. While scrubbing the plates, Takuya felt his heart beat faster as he thought about the Royal Gala.
"I can't wait for it to start!" he thought excitedly.
