"We won't ever talk of this," Taichi announced to the group as they rematerialized back into the Real World, they were in the Computer Lab at school, "And if people that know the Digital World ask where he is, we say he died trying to fight Malomyotismon. And if people that don't know the Digital World ask, we tell him he died in a car accident,"

It was dark, and the only thing that gave light in the room was the computer used to come back from the Digital World and from there, Hikari stared into the monitor, as the rest gave nods and murmurs of agreement. She felt grief-stricken, and out of sorrow asked, "What about Koushiro?"

Most of the kids were staring at her, some saddened, some surprised, but Taichi who was across from her, remained stolid, his face showing an apparent indifference. He insisted, "Koushiro's dead, there's nothing we can do about it. Why did you even bring that up?"

Hikari looked at Taichi, her eyes welling up with tears, and uttered, "It seems like…" she started to lose articulation with the many faces that seemingly stare at her, challenging her to finish her sentence.

"Well?" Takeru asked.

"What were you going to say?" Miyako added.

Hikari, nervous and frightened, shook her head, expressing her decision not to share the thoughts sealed in her head.

The rest of the group just shrugged and left. Daisuke, Miyako, Ken, and Iori were the first to walk out, appearing to wave the murder off like professional assassins, and started to engage in small talk. Jyou left with Takeru, both solemnly exiting the computer room, not talking at all. Yamato held Sora, who appeared weak and saddened. While Taichi tried to mask his true feelings, of pain and sadness, appearing indifferent, yet, in his eyes he felt hurt, as if a part of him died. Their Digimon seemed distraught, but remained out of their decisions, choosing to obediently follow their partners.

Hikari remained, starting to regret her decision. Gatomon stayed by her side, and looked up to her partner, asking, "What were you going to say,"

Hikari sighed, heading out the front door, "we're getting away with murder," and Gatomon ran after her.

"I find it hard to believe," Koushiro hissed, or more of his crying spirit, "that my own friends could find it in them to kill me," He dug out of his grave, his wounds healed, nowhere to be found, only to have his clothes still in tatters, his skin was as pale as the moonlight, and his eye pupils nothing more than a deep, endless black.

"The memories, they mean nothing to them, they regret not their actions, nor do they concern themselves with my absence, it's only fitting for me to remind them of their misdeeds…painfully," and Koushiro walked away into the darkness of the forest. Before he headed to the Digital World, he made a quick detour, fading away from the Digital World, and throwing himself into the World of Darkness.

There was nothing but coldness, the surroundings was mere pitch-blackness. And he could see it, yes, the torches lighten up a pathway, to a rocky mountain, and at the top of the torch-lighten path, was the lair of Devimon.

"Lord Devimon! Lord Devimon!" a Demidevimon screamed, flapping its wings at an anxious pace. Travelling through the halls and into the Throne Room where Devimon sat.

Irritable, the Devimon demanded, "What?"

Demidevimon yelled, "A Digidestined is here!"

"What Digimon does he fight with?"

"None!"

"What? Are you pulling my leg?"

"No, my Lord, of course not! The Digidestined is powerful on its own, the guards attack, and then are just brushed off like dust bunnies!"

"Impossible! How-"

But it was too late, as the Demidevimon that was before Devimon was taken by his hand, and mercilessly crushed. And the crimson-haired, pale-skinned Digidestined cocked his head to one side, and requested, "Devimon, I need a favor from you,"

The Devimon looked suspiciously at the Digidestined, inspecting him, and then waved him off, "You cannot be real, Malomyotismon had you killed by your own friends,"

"I have died, but now I have returned, and ask for your assistance,"

"Impossible, how did you come back from the dead?"

Koushiro merely smiled cynically, and answered, "I was resurrected, with my longing of justice, the powers of Darkness was merciful and revived me, or by spirit at least, and now I wander the globe, serving justice to those who have wronged me. And I have come to you, to repay that debt, and ask for another one,"

"State your demands," the interested Devimon demanded.

"I want you to take out Malomyotismon,"

The Devimon laughed, irritating Koushiro, who then jeered, "Are you a Ladydevimon who doesn't want to break her nails?"

The Devimon's laughter ceased, and Koushiro continued, "Malomyotismon is nothing more than a walking shadow of your greatness. Take him down; reclaim your title as the Lord of Darkness, and I promise you, you shall be rewarded,"

"And what would that reward be?"

"Why, to do what Malomyotismon failed to do, destroy the Digidestined, and bestow upon you the Digital World,"

"Lies!" Devimon pointed out, "You are a Digidestined as well, you could never betray your friends,"

Koushiro gave Devimon a look of pure hate, a face that gives a person looking at it a feeling of stupidity and in a blink of an eye Koushiro was right in front of Devimon, his hand around the throat of the evil Digimon, and started to choke him, "Don't ever call them my friends," Koushiro hissed, "If anything they are dead to me, or shortly will be, do you understand,"

The Devimon tried to gasp for air, and grunting, "I do,"

Koushiro relaxed his grip, and gave a sick smile, petting the Digimon on the head, "Now…lend me your ear,"

"I'm all ears," the Devimon breathed.

"Very funny," Koushiro backed down from Devimon's throne, turning around to look Devimon in the eyes, "How dare you, treat your guest in such a manner, moreover, I have come bringing good news, to which has fallen upon your rotten deaf ears, do you care to fix that or shall I resurrect Piedmon and request his obedience?"

Devimon reluctantly beckoned, "No, go on, tell me your…" Devimon chose his words carefully, "proposition,"

"Right, Malomyotismon has been a target of mine for years, but now, I thank him for his vile characteristics, as he has revealed the traitors I've considered 'friends', so I will give him a quick death, by a fellow evil Digimon, which would be you," Koushiro pointed at Devimon, "by the time you defeat Malomyotismon, I will give you, what the Darkness has for so long desired, the Digital World,"

"Forgive me for inquiring, but how do you propose to do that?"

"Do not worry, I will dismantle the damned fraternity that is called the Digidestined, by destroying the core members, or at least… having them overwhelmed in their own thoughts, their own guilt, their own sadness, that you will find the Digidestined nothing more than the fly in your soup,"

"Sly, just as you are evil. But what shall you do when I have taken the Digital World, and the Digidestined destroyed?"

"We shall see, shall we?" Koushiro bowed down as Devimon nodded, and Koushiro nodded back with another sick smile, advising, the future, Lord of the World of Darkness and the Digital World, to, "not be so serious," and seemingly faded away into the Darkness, and embarked to what he called, the Real World, to do his dirty business.

Devimon commented on the meeting, "That boy's nuts!" then he called out to a Vilemon, a few shrieks could be heard, before a demonic, monkey like Digimon came out, and flew to Devimon, and Devimon ordered, "Gather the army, we set out for Malomyotismon's lair tonight,"

Hey :)

Mimi types on her computer, she saw that Taichi just logged in for instant messaging. She just got back from a wonderful barbeque dinner with her family, but Mimi was also preoccupied with what she felt while there in Central Park. The feeling was bizarre, as if something was amiss, but nothing she could clarify. Finally, the program indicated that Taichi started typing…

Hi

Then Mimi jumped right onto the question…

How did the battle with Malomyotismon go?

She waited for a bit, but then started to think that something was up. Usually, for Taichi, these kind of questions would be easy to answer. It was more of either like 'we kicked evil Digimon butt!' or 'we lost,' she then typed another '?' to make sure that Taichi was paying attention. The program indicated that Taichi started to type…

We lost :(

Mimi typed…

Oh… that sucks

Taichi typed…

Yeah…

Then Mimi asked…

So how is everyone else taking it? Sora? Koushiro? Jyou?

Taichi typed…

Oh, they're holding up, we plan on resting for a bit, and fighting Malomyotismon again in a week

Mimi typed…

Oh, well what about Sora, Koushiro, and Jyou?

Taichi typed…

Sora's a bit upset, but she'll be fine since she's probably gonna get laid soon by Yamato. Oh! I think Jyou pooped his pants, I swear when we got back I smelled it coming from him!

Mimi typed…

LOL. How did Koushiro take it?

Taichi didn't type for a while, in fact, he didn't even bother to type. Mimi waited for a good 5 minutes until she entered a '?' then another one 5 minutes later, and then she realized that she punched a nerve. Or better yet, something bad happened. Mimi tried not to think of it as much, she kept the connection on just in case Taichi had to do something for his mom and he couldn't respond. But after a few hours of surfing the web, she realized that Taichi didn't respond and went offline. She sighed, and decided to call Sora later, to ask what happened to her friend, Koushiro Izumi.

Two days after Koushiro's death…

"Who shall be the first one? The one that I will bring mercy over, and give him a quick death? How shall I choose? Perhaps, I shall recount the events, yes, who stabbed me first?" Koushiro thought for a while, wandering through the graveyard of Odaiba, it was dark and misty, but he went through as if it was a walk in the park. Then stopped, finding his answer, "Ah, yes, it was Daisuke, yes it was him. He was the first to stab me; he shall be the first to die. For Daisuke has known me the less, his reasons for murder were valid. Why should a man care for the life of one he seemingly just met? He shouldn't. And Daisuke has come and gone, time and time again; we pass by every so often, a hello and a goodbye, but nothing more. Because of this, his death will be short, quick, and merciful. I have no quarrel with those I barely know," and Koushiro continued to walk through the graveyard, and out into the streets of Tokyo.

It was late out, and the lights were slowly shutting down, an occasional car passes by, but nothing more. Koushiro walks through the street, and then stops to lean on a nearby streetlight. There are other lanes of streetlights nearby, but the Darkness is ever surrounding him.

"How shall I destroy him? Fire? Lead? Or maybe just by my own hand? So many ways, so little time," Koushiro mused over the method of his current victim's demise, and then saw Daisuke conveniently walking by with Demiveemon in his arms across the street. Koushiro muttered, "I see fortune's been kind to me," and ran up behind him to eavesdrop in a conversation…

"Davis, why are we out here so late?"

"Shh, be quiet Demiveemon! You'll probably wake up Hikari!"

"Her house is at least two stories off the ground!"

"So? Gatomon might hear us, she's a cat, she might have super-kitty powers or something!"

"Why do you want to see Hikari this late?"

"I overheard Hikari tell Miyako that she couldn't sleep well lately so I figured I could keep her company ever since, well, you know…"

"You mean when you killed Koushiro?"

Daisuke grimaced, along with Koushiro, and Daisuke scolded his Digimon, "Demiveemon, be quiet! We promised not to talk about it remember! What if someone overheard you say that?"

"But there's no one even out here!"

Koushiro started to chuckle from behind, "If only they knew that I can hear them," and then he saw a car drive by and it dawned on him, "I got it. With his lust, I'll throw him into temptation, and lead him to his own demise,"

And in a flash of an instant, he faded away, and rematerialized at a 24-hour service convenient store near Daisuke. With his powers, he transformed himself into Hikari, wearing a slinky red dress with evenly placed makeup on 'her' face, along with shiny earrings and stilettos for shoes.

The 'Hikari' snatched a bottle of vodka, and walked out. Spotting Daisuke across the street close by, 'she' waved her hand, "Hey Daisuke, what're you doing out here?"

And Daisuke stopped, blushing and caught off guard, he didn't say anything as 'she' walked briskly towards him with a bottle of vodka in 'her' hand, and soothingly told him, "How have you been these past few days?"

Daisuke blushed, and didn't say anything, so Demiveemon asked his own curious questions, "Who are you talking to, Davis?"

And Daisuke became angered, silencing Demiveemon, scolding him, "Demiveemon! That's rude! Don't you have any manners?"

The 'Hikari' giggled, and held out the bottle of vodka, "Hey, you want some?"

Daisuke was at first a bit hesitant, "I don't know…"

"Oh, come on, a little alcohol won't hurt," the 'Hikari' seductively said, whilst fondling Daisuke's chest, and falling into his arms as Demiveemon was dropped to the ground. Demiveemon yelled, "Hey! What was that for?"

"There's a park nearby…" the 'Hikari' hinted, "you wanna play with me?"

A mesmerized Daisuke followed her into the park, were there was a single playground set with a few benches surrounded by road. But he left a confused Demiveemon, "Wonder what's up with him… Oh well, I'll go back home, maybe he has some donuts leftover!" and his Digimon hopped away, leaving Daisuke with 'Hikari'…

"How are you feeling, Daisuke-kun?" 'Hikari' and Daisuke were at the park, with an empty bottle of vodka lying in the sand, as Daisuke was swinging slowly on the swing set, along with 'Hikari' sitting on his lap, holding him tightly.

"Oh, I feel so… bleh," Daisuke, managed out, as he laid his head on 'her' shoulder. 'Hikari' giggled, and told him, "That was so manly of you, drinking all of that alcohol in one swig!"

"Yeah, I know…" he whispered into 'her' ears, and 'she' held his face up and looked into his eyes, 'she' offered, "You know what I wanna show you?"

Daisuke eyed 'her' breasts, intoxicated, he sluggishly nodded. 'She' smiled and then pressed 'her' lips onto his lips, saying, "It was good to see you..." the 'Hikari' proceeded to push Daisuke off the swing set, and down onto the ground.

"Wha?" and then 'Hikari' started to morph back into 'her' original self. The hair drew back, and changed to crimson red, the soft, brown eyes became nothing more than large black pupils, and the skin became pale, with a ghostly aura. 'Hikari's' slinky dress started to become tattered and changed colors as well as the attire itself, all to a shredded green overcoat, and torn up grey pants; the sick smile came back, as well as the unusual gestures that come from an undead child.

"K-Koushiro?" a scared Daisuke shrieked.

"Yes?" Koushiro asked grinning.

"Wha-what. How. Why?"

"No time for questions, Mr. Daisuke," Koushiro playfully told him, grabbing his legs and starting to drag him outside the park, while informing the drunk Digidestined, "As now, it's time to die,"

"No, no, I-" Daisuke tried to dig his nails into the ground, but his fingers were numb, without strength as he was drunk. He tried to scream, but he was so intoxicated that it became nothing more than whimpers. He tried to resist, but he had no strength to resist his murderer.

Koushiro stopped at the sidewalk, the street to his back. Daisuke had his face to the ground as well as his whole body, whimpering for mercy. But Koushiro only laughed at him, "It's so adorable to see you grovel as so. No wonder why you wanted to stab me, no wonder why you wanted to kill me! I never knew that it could be so exhilarating!"

Daisuke was breaking out in tears; the fact that there was no hope for him took its toll on Daisuke. Koushiro continued, "Ah, don't be so sad! You should be happy that I've spared you the pain, the suffering that I'll put the others through!" but then a truck's horns could be heard, and then the huge lights of it could be seen in the distance, Koushiro happily told Daisuke, "Well, I wish I could talk more but you're rides here!"

And at the split second, where the truck was just inches away from the two, Koushiro hurled Daisuke in front of it. His body at first hit the hood of the truck, but then fell down to the ground. Daisuke twirled around while under the truck, his neck was broken and his arms and legs already were crushed. But he could still see what was going on, and he still breathed. Daisuke's body stopped right in front of one of the back wheels as they stopped, just inches away from Daisuke's head.

The truck stopped a little after the driver heard that he hit something. However, he just figured that it was a rock or some other minor road obstacle. The driver started up the truck, and the back wheels started to move towards Daisuke's head. Daisuke tried to yell, "Stop! Please! Don't-" and then Daisuke looked outside to find Koushiro crouching down, grinning evilly, and waiting to see the best part. Seconds later, Daisuke gasped, then, the truck's back wheels crushed Daisuke's skull, and just like popping a water balloon, the blood, and brain matter sprayed itself everywhere on the road. A vile sight, for only those who thirst for blood would laugh at it. And that's just what Koushiro did.

To be continued…

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