Chapter three. The final chapter for this story.
Here is when we'll find out who our little ghost friend is.
It might get a little confusing, so review if you have any questions.
ENJOY.
(Kari's POV)
'T.K. was acting strange today in school.' I thought as I layed on my bed. 'I wonder if something's wrong. ...Nah, if something was wrong, he'd have told me about it already. ...But just to be sure, I'll ask him about it tomorrow.'
And with that, I fell asleep.
(T.K.'s POV)
I looked at the digital clock in my bedroom. 11:45 pm. I'd have to head out soon. Hopefully Mom was already asleep.
When the clock struck midnight, I decided to head out a little early. I tip-toed past my moms room, put on my shoes and headed out the door for the second time. My destination the graveyard.
After making it there, I checked my cell phone. 12:15. I was early. I tried to recall where the ghost's grave was, but found out that I had completely forgotten where it was, so I figured I'd wander around like I did last time and hope I'd find it.
(Ghost's POV)
I noticed a that presence had entered the graveyard. But it was only 12:15, he shouldn't be here yet.
I hopped down out of the tree I was perched in and hopped over to my gravestone. I spiritually scanned the graveyard and found that Takeru was indeed early, probably anxious to know who I was. But then I noticed that he seemed a little lost. Poor thing couldn't remember where my grave was. I chuckled and decided to give him a hand. I sent out my ghost cat friend, Lucky, to go and fetch him. Things would have to go on ahead of schedule. I hoped Matt wouldn't be upset with me for starting without him. I sat on my stone and waited. When I spotted Lucky running up, I knew Takeru couldn't be far behind. Time to get the show on the road.
(T.K.'s POV)
I followed the little ghost cat to the ghost girl's grave, where she was waiting for me.
"A little early, don't you think?" she asked.
"I just wanted to make sure you would be here." I said.
"Honestly, Takeru." she said. "Do you think I would lie to you? You're Yamato's brother. If I lied to you, I'd surely get in trouble, now wouldn't I?"
I decided to get straight to the point.
"Start talking." I said. "Who are you? And what's your connection to Matt and I?"
"Alright." she said. "I'll start talking, but first, one question."
"What?" I asked.
"Before I tell you, I have to know." she said. "Are you sure you want to know? After what I say, you may never look at your brother the same."
I thought about it. I figured I had nothing much to lose, so I said yes.
"Alright, then." she said. "Allow me to tell you who I am. My name is Mita. Mita Kurasawa. I died when I was only eight years old from tuberculosis. My connection to you and your brother is the fact that I was your brother's best friend when he was a child. From age five to age eight, the two of us were practically inseperable. During that time, it seemed that every day was a massacre. Allow me to explain. Your brother had a clubhouse in the park nearby. He was fixing it up when he said he was sucked into some sort of portal and was in some strange world for three weeks, but the thing was, he was only gone for a few minutes. We found out later he was one of the first humans to set foot into what we would later call The Digital World. Ever since he told me, he and I would go through the portal and spend days and weeks on end there, and only be gone a hour or so here. We would always explore the Digital World and try to uncover all its mysteries... Matt getting terribly hurt in the process. I remember the day he got his very first scar. We were merely walking through one of the many forests when we were suddenly attacked for no apparent reason. Our attacker is now known as Snimon, but back then, we just called him Killer Mantis. He used his Twin Sickle attack to try to kill us, but we managed to escape, only... Matt was hurt. He was hit by one of Snimon's attacks full force, but somehow managed to survive. Ever since that day, there's been a giant slash scar on Matt's back, which reminds us both that that world is dangerous, not to be underestimated. After that, Matt started carrying a gun. He would try to do everything in his power to protect me and to make sure we both got out alive, but not without getting himself hurt in the process. Then a golden opportunity struck. We were offered to be taught how to use magic so we could protect ourselves. Matt declined while I took the offer. He already knew some magic and figured he could take care of himself, but I wanted us both to learn so Matt wouldn't nearly get himself killed every other day. So we both learned more magic, and things became easier for us in the Digital World. We were soon feared for our abilities, so we were attacked less and less often. But something seemed to... trouble Matt. He seemed cold and distant somewhat, like he was trying to run away by staying in the same place. I wanted to know why, so I asked him. ...And that's when he told me that... that he was becoming a demon himself. It seems that whenever he used his magic on a tainted Digimon, you know, one who is controlled by a dark force, the darkness would escape from the Digimon and sneak into his body, making him more and more tainted himself. But also, with being tainted, his powers increased in strength, which made him even more feared. Sometimes, though, he would lose control of himself and go on a rampage, destroying anything and everything he could get his hands on. This worried me, for I was afraid he would destroy himself. To prevent that from happening, I placed a spell on him, so that he would never be able to die or be killed, but that he would only vanish from old age. After that, he received the Firus snake, or the snake you saw embedded in his back. The reason he has it is because he saved its mother from demon poachers, who believed the Firus snake's scales would grant them immense power. After rescuing the mother, she saw that he was indeed incredibly powerful, so she granted him one of her eggs. He was to keep it safe, so if that she was ever killed, there would be another to continue on. At that time, Matt already had over twenty scars; he was only seven years old. Truthfully, I'm surprised that he continued demon slaying after I died, since we were partners. Matt and I would go from sector to sector in the Digital World, slaying demons that posed as a threat to the Digimon. We were heroes, loved, respected, feared. It was all amazing. But then I died. Matt took it hard, being that he was the only one around when I said my last words and passed on Earth. After that, I watched him, as a ghost, as he grew up, colder and more isolated. I saw that he got in even more trouble, and that everything was falling apart in front of him. I wanted to help, but like I said, I watched him as a ghost; there was nothing I could do. He stopped going to the Digital World ever since I died, because all the memories would haunt him and cloud his mind. But then... you, him and your team were brought to the Digital World as the World's last resort for a call for help. Without Matt and I, the Digital World had become overrun with darkness, which then led to you and many others to become the source of help to the Digimon and the planet itself. In all actuality, I blame myself. If I had only seen my attack coming and prevented it, you and the others wouldn't always be in the line of fire... and Matt wouldn't be in pieces."
"So you're telling me that Matt has always been like this?" I asked.
Mita nodded.
"He been like that ever since we stepped foot in the Digital World." she said. "And like I said, I blame myself. If only I could've done something more before I left."
"Don't blame yourself." I said. "You didn't know. It just happened. And everyone dies someday, whether it's natural or planned. I'm just glad that you put that spell on him. He's been getting hurt worse and worse every time we go to the Digital World, even if its just for a little while. I'm glad that he won't die, I don't want to lose my brother."
"Neither of us do, Takeru." she said, looking up at the moon. She seemed sad about something. She hopped down from her gravestone and walked over to me, stopping only a few inches away from me. What was even stranger was that a mark appeared on her forehead.
"I'm sorry, Takeru." she whispered.
AND EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
(Mita's POV)
I didn't want to do it, but I promised Matt. I had to erase T.K.'s memory. If he knew, then things would just get worse. Takeru would try to hold Matt back from what he was meant to do, and that was to protect everyone with his life, because he could. He didn't want to lose anyone else important to him. At least, that's what he told me when we met up here a couple years ago. He said that with tears. I just hope that someday Matt will be able to tell all of them, everyone on his team, what he can do and that there was nothing that could be done about his position. I hoped that day would come soon. I really did.
wOw. I just noticed that that paragraph was MAD LONG.
I plan on adding a bonus chapter with the story on how Matt and Mita first met. ^^
(I'm saving the time when Matt tells the others for a different story. It'll definitely get confusing and just plain wacked out so... yea.)
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