By Warwolf
Disclaimer: The standard. I don't own Digimon Adventure,
Adventure 02, Digimon Tamers or, Digimon Frontier.
Author's notes: This is the first of two seperate
stories being done, and BOTH are the long awaited sequels to Funeral
for a Friend. If you thought that the events in that fic were weird,
wait'll you get a load of this!
Standard edisclaimer applies, as I don't own Digimon in any way shape
or form, but I DO own the plot of this story! ^.^ The usual Key applies,
but you'll have to check one of my other fics, cause I'm sick of reposting
the damn thing in every fic.
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She took the hand of the Angelic mega. A bright wave
of energy expanded around them...
And then she saw no more...
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Five Years Later....
Much had changed.
Renamon was dead, Takato lived, and D-Reaper had again been vanquished.
Ruki Makino stood at the entranceway to her home,
looking about and thinking back to a time when Renamon would have cropped
up seemingly out of nowhere. Now, the house was as lively as ever, but
not through her and Renamon's training.No, things had gotten stranger and
stranger over the years. Takato had changed, never having truly come to
grips with the fact that he was responsible for Renamon's death. Ruki still
couldn't fathom how she had managed to move so fast, but she had.
She loved Takato. That much she could readily admit
to these days. But he had- so far- not noticed her attempts to tell him
of her feelings, rejected her advances inadvertantly because of it. She
was determined tonight, this night, this Halloween night, she would make
him see what was in her heart, even if it meant embarrassing herself in
front of the entire fucking household!
* * * * *
Pain.
It was the first thing she felt, the last thing
she remembered. Pain, and an image....
A young boy in danger......a monstrous creature firing a gun......impact! pain...fear...
LOVE
A massive paw, coated in black slammed into the ground, tears fell from eyes as bright and terrifying as any movie monster's.....
"I CAME BACK FOR YOU!!!!!"
"Hey...w'ss all'a yellin' bout? C'n'tcha see 'm try'na
sl'p?" came a groggy voice nearby. The glowing eyes focused on an old homeless
man, covered in newspapers and curled up tight, trying to conserve whatever
warmth he could in the chill October wind. The face those eyews belonged
to could not be fully seen, save for the glowing eyes, the white markings,
and the black head with the long ears that stood nearly upright, and twitched.
A rustle of cloth and the clink of metal, and then
the being was gone, searching for the boy in the memories....for the one
thing, the one name it could remember clearly.
Takato Matsuda
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TO BE CONTINUED......
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The Unenviable Author's post notes!: Yes, this is a Digimon/Spawn crossover! I was planning this forawhile now, but decided to make on impotant change. I wanted to get this out today, and I'm glad I did. Halloween rules! ^.^ Comments and reviews would be greatly apprciated, along with any ideas for stuff you'd like to see in this! ^.^
*At this point, Godzilla pops up and waves.*
What he said. ^___^