Oh yeah, and I also add a Japanese word in at the end. I just think it sounds better in
Japanese.
But attacks and digimon's names will remain the same as how
it is seen on Fox Kids.
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Toei and Fox Kids do.
Don't sue. Need the money for
college.
A Different Fate
"I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
Sadame
Shikkaku
Prologue:
Intervention
Young Takaishi Takeru ran as fast as
his short legs would let him. He ran as
if his small life depended on it although he was only trying to outrun his
elder brother, Ishida Yamato. Yamato
was yelling and waving his arms, his face a bright shade of red from his
exertions.
It wasn't that he was angry with
his smaller brother. Far from it. He was more worried for his baby brother's
safety, and it came out as anger that Takeru wouldn't acknowledge his yells. He was getting frustrated in how to deal with
the current situation. His baby brother
was being an idiot and running out into danger like an . . . like an . . .
idiot. Yamato growled. And he, himself, had to be an even
bigger idiot chasing the younger blond-haired boy right into a battle.
What had
happened was that a few minutes earlier, strange lights started appearing in
the sky. It was like extremely long,
blunt spikes, silvery and reflecting a multitude of colors from unknown light
sources, were bending together. Weaving
and molding themselves to form an enormous egg. TK had seen the flashing first and brought his brother's attention
to the spectacle happening in the sky when he opened the balcony door and
pointed at it. Yamato didn't know what
to think except maybe he was dreaming.
But when he'd grabbed his brother in a protective hug, TK's cold and
shivering body had felt all too real.
He was about to drag the smaller boy into the apartment, when the "egg"
suddenly flashed and a large parrot-like bird appeared. A few seconds later three large balls of
fire were launched at the bird, missing entirely.
The bird
circled back and landed in the courtyard of Heightonview Terrace. Then another monster showed up, smaller than
the parrot and more dinosaur-like.
Yamato gasped and put his binoculars to his eyes. It-it couldn't be . . . He got a good look at Taichi and his younger
sister before the electric attack from the bird slammed into the dinosaur,
causing the bridge overhead to collapse on both humans and digimon.
Then
everything went haywire.
Phone
conversations became static, microwave timers dinged repeatedly, and electrical
clocks ran through the numeral digits too fast for the eye to see. Lights flashed on and off inside homes,
causing the drama being played out in the courtyard to become surreal.
It was a
different dinosaur which rose up from the ashes of crumbled asphalt. He was bigger, with a mean, spikey
helmet. Yamato squinted his eyes,
having lost his binoculars to an excited TK.
He could barely making out the two tiny humans underneath the belly of
the tyrannosaurus. Then the monster let
loose a blast of something blue, slamming the parrot back into a concrete
wall. That was when TK broke out of his
grasp and started running outside.
The
blue-eyed Yamato gave a shout of surprise before chasing after his
brother.
Unfortunately the elevators were
out of order because of the strange power failure, so Yamato had to chase him down
several flights of stairs. On the first
landing he'd almost caught the toddler, but a titanic crash from outside
reverberated throughout the building causing Yamato to lose his step and grab
onto the handles for support. At the
bottom, young Takeru took off like a flash for the front doors of the apartment
complex and was out before his elder brother could hold him back. Takeru paused a few moments and whipped his
head around as if looking for something as a resounding crash shook the
ground and threw both golden-haired children down. It was followed by, "SONIC DESTROYER!" followed by another loud
boom which shook the area again. Then an
uneasy silence followed.
But straining his ears, Yamato
could barely make out the childish voice of his best friend's little sister. Crying out to something. . . .
Yamato
looked up dizzily and sighed silently in relief when he saw his brother stand
up shakily. Then his eyes widened and
he opened his mouth to shout, to scream, to warn Takeru to get out of the way! But all that came out was a croak as his throat
squeezed tight and everything slowed to a crawl.
He pushed himself up, screaming
silently. Threw his body forward and
tried to get there in time. Pushing
himself to move, move, move! But
knowing that he was too late.
He saw
Takeru blink and look in his direction before directing his eyes upwards as
something caught his attention.
Takeru's eyes widened and he opened his mouth. Yamato could hear Takeru's gasp like a gunshot ringing right
through him. He forced his legs
forward, feeling like he was dragging through a lake of molasses. He wouldn't make it. He
was too far. The tightness in his
throat slowly spread down to his chest, constricting his lungs, making him gasp
for breath. He would be too late.
Takeru
wrapped his arms over his head and bent over, as if it would protect him from
the large piece of rubble falling, falling straight for him. Suddenly a light flashed, glowing brightly
from the center of Takeru's chest. It
limned his figure as he stayed crouched, then it flashed again, forcing Yamato
to cover his eyes and peek through his fingers. It brightened once more, making him close his eyes, but not
before he caught a glimpse of the large and golden-tinged angel wings which had
sprouted from young Takeru's back.
Large wings which seemed insubstantial.
Yet incredibly real with soft white feathers which rippled as the wings
slowly unfurled and stretched and stretched, until they could do so no
more.
When Yamato
opened his eyes, he found a pile of rubble where his brother had been. He stared at the pile disbelievingly. His eyes were wide and the air rushed into
his mouth, which refused to close. The
dark pile of rubble stood in an eerie silence, which seemed to drag as Yamato
forced himself to breath again. The
wind blew, tugging at his pajamas, whipping clouds of dust around his feet,
around the mound of his brother's final resting place. He blinked quickly, not believing, not
wanting to believe; that it was all a bad dream--a very, very bad dream. But still the mountain of concrete and wood
stood silently, mocking him, whispering silently, "You've failed. . . . You've failed. . . ."
A soft
cough to his right broke through his haze of shock. But it was the sudden and shrill blow of the whistle, which made
him turn his head. His eyes caught two
figures kneeling on the ground before the gigantic tyrannosaurus, the smaller
held in a protective hold much like he had done for his younger brother.
The whistle
blew on for what seemed like hours before the brown-haired boy ran out of
breath.
There was a moment, a pause, the
air stood still, and time stopped.
Everyone waited with bated breath.
Then Greymon's eyes snapped
open.
From the pile of rubble before
Yamato, a light, like that of a supernova, burst from the cracks and as if
gathering in power it faded for a moment before streaming out again in one
powerful rush.
Within the middle a globe of pure
golden light burned exceedingly bright, creating an illusory world of daylight
right within the courtyard of Heightonview Terrace. The globe flashed out and sent the wood and concrete blowing in
all directions. Amazingly not one
scratched or injured the blue-eyed Yamato, standing with his arms covering his
face, right before the explosion.
Then, it was all over.
A small haze of dust settled over
the region and the boy slowly lowered his arms. He gasped softly as he stared at the ground where the rubble, the
globe, his brother had been.
Slowly the pseudo fog parted and within the drifting fingers of dust, he
saw a faint glint of gold.
"TK!" he screamed as he rushed to
his brother's side.
Up in the
apartment complex Yamato and Takeru had just exited, one balcony over, a boy
stared not at where the battle of the monsters had been, but at two equally
blond-haired individuals in the courtyard below. His eyes were hard and glittered with an unnatural hatred in one
so young.
"Oneesama,"
his voice was low and controlled, "I hate you."
A few feet away,
a young girl crouched weeping uncontrollably and whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," over and over again.
"I hate
you. I hate you." Now it seemed
like he was not speaking to her but to the two young boys far below the balcony
on the ground, "I HATE YOU!"
Well? Good? Bad?
So-so? Constructive criticisms
are more then welcome. Flames are
understandable as there are some juveniles out there who can't express
themselves any other way. (If the story
sucks, tell me why. Hint, hint.)
