Chasing Sin here! Although, I don't get the feeling that anyone's reading my story. I said this in the first chapter; if you don't review, how the hell am I supposed to know anybody out there even wants to hear this story? I know the story! I don't need to write it down; I'm only doing so because I like it and I feel like I others may like it as well. But if nobody is interested, I see no reason why I shouldn't just stop updating this story and keep it in my mind.
I've watched the entire season two by now, but I still don't like how the entire world knows about digimon, so that never happened. There's no DNA digivolving, but digimon aren't restricted only to digivolve to champion anymore; they can digivolve to ultimate and beyond.
Please, please, please review! Reviewslove!
A week passed and Emaline hadn't left the apartment for a simple reason; her newly bought items, for she had lost everything in the fire, had not yet arrived. She had thought about getting her family to send to her her belongings from Britain, but had not even bothered to ask; it had been easier for her to just order new clothes and every other item that she may need. Going outside of the apartment wearing Matt's sweatpants and shirts was out of the question in Emay's eyes. After all, Malina was recognizable even when she wasn't wearing all her stage make-up and her hair was natural instead of it's signature stick-straight. She wasn't worrying about her lack of clothes; it wasn't as if she needed to go anywhere yet. Her transcripts hadn't even arrived so that she could transfer into the resident gifted school. She was more worried about facing school than anything else; she hadn't attended school in three years, since she first was on the radio.
However, someone was worrying about his clothes. Namely Matt Ishida. Rather, he was worrying about his lack of clothes. He had arrived home from school that day to discover that Emaline Tsukino had rummaged through his room, looking for a suitable sized shirt. His had simply swum on her small form and she could have worn many of his shirts as short dresses if she deemed to. Anyway, letting her live there was one thing; having her ransack his room for the sake of an outfit that nobody other than he and his father would see? That was pushing the envelope. "Never touch my things again," Matt growled as he threw open the door of the guest room to find Emaline sitting on the bed of the Spartan room, reading a sheet of paper.
The brunette looked up from the piece of literature that had ensnared her attention and quirked an eyebrow in the blonde's general direction. "Sorry," she said, her tone anything but apologetic. "But really? Do you have to be so tall? It is a pain when someone is forced to borrow your clothes. Nothing fit. You should shrink or something."
"I'm not that tall!" Matt said in a venomous tone; he did not want her there and she knew it. Did she have to continue to make him even more irate? Was she trying to see how far she could push him or was she just that thickheaded that she didn't realize it? "You just happen to be extremely short. When you go to perform, I'm sure you have to wear five inch heels just to reach the microphone."
"Ooh burn," Emay said sarcastically as she glanced down at the paper once more and moved her hand onto it and only then did Matt realize that there was a pen in her hand. "Now, please, grow up. This is just temporarily. Once I get proper clothes, I shan't ever approach your clothes even with a twenty foot pole."
"Does that mean you'll stay away from me as well?" Matt couldn't help but ask. "Or would that just be wishful thinking?"
Emay just glared at the blonde, her lavender eyes filled with irritation. "I'm not even going to warrant a response to that question," she hissed. "Although if you really think you can defeat the Trio and become a famous musician without a little bit of mine and Selenemon's help, then I could leave…"
Matt gritted his teeth and deemed it better not to respond to her words lest he actually make her leave. He felt a buzzing in his pocket and took out his cell phone and looked at the screen. "Akira says your manger wants to meet us at the recording studio," he said and glanced over what she was wearing. One of his black hoodies and a pair of gray sweatpants. His next comment, "I hope they don't kick you off the grounds for being a vagrant," was met with a pen being thrown at his head.
"What are you wearing, Malina?" Mr. Heiko, Malina's manager asked Emay as she walked in with Matt and she muttered something beneath her breath that nobody heard, but Mr. Heiko didn't seem to mind. "You brought me some new lyrics, I hope?" When she nodded and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, Matt recognized it to be what she had been writing when he had barged into the guest room. "The lyrics seem decent enough, will you sing them first so your band can work on the music?"
At that, Matt felt offended; they weren't her band! This was a joint project and her manager was not going to make them only the helpers in this project. The blonde opened his mouth to speak when the girl said, "It's Emay, remember? And I would, but Matt is also singing in this song, if he, Akira, Yatuka, and Takashi like it. This is a joint project, Heiko-san." Her manager looked at her for a moment, startled by the idea that his customer did not seem to want to have the limelight all to her little self. She had recently topped the charts in Britain yet she was willing to share the spotlight? How interesting.
"Alright, let us hear," Matt said, speaking for all of the band members, who nodded furiously. Emay inhaled once or twice and glanced down at the paper, although once she started to sing, it seemed that the words were already imbedded in her mind.
"Who shot that arrow
in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on
the tree above your head
This chaos, this calamity, this
garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you
up against the stars
(Matt sings this part) Gloria,
We
lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be
alive
(Me again) Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who
missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden
tonight
(Joint) The sea is wine red
This is the death of
beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied
(Me
alone) I cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the
tree
Among the roots and baby's breath
I covered us with silver
leaves
(Matt) Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is
the time and this is the place to be alive
(Together) The sea
is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The
lovers have lied
The sea is wine red
This is the death of
beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied
(I have
lines written in for Matt to sing, overlaping as I sing my part) The
sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
This is the death of beauty (we
lied, this is the time and place)
The doves have died (Gloria, we
lied)
The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)" as the
song ended, Emaline looked at the other people in the room, waiting
for the reactions. "Well? What do you guys think?"
Her manager nearly squealed like a little girl, "it was perfect, Malina!" Before Emay could correct him about her name, he had headed into the sound studio to speak to the technicians, causing Emay to roll her lavender eyes in his general direction.
The Teenage Wolves just looked at her for a moment and nodded their hands unanimously. "Why not Malina?" Yatuka asked. "I think we all like it a lot, but wouldn't it make more sense Matt sung about Malina and not about Gloria?"
Emay shook her head and smiled, "unless Matt wants tabloids to pin him with me as a couple, it'd be better this way."
"Why Gloria?" Takashi asked.
"So as you guys heard, I have a tune, but I usually just leave the music to some bands that I usually work with. Do you guys want me to stay here and help with the music or do you just want to call me when you're ready to record the song?" Emay said and the band looked at each other, wondering why Emay was ignoring the question.
"You can go," Matt said and Emay motioned her thanks.
"Matt, can I use your computer?" she asked as she reached into her pocket for her cell phone and checked the time. Matt hesitated for a moment; did he want to let Emaline back into the Digitalworld? She seemed decent enough, as Emay but Gabumon and Biyomon had said that she might be the Digimon Empress. But then again, they also said she may not have been. Do I want to risk that? He wondered. I know, I'll see if someone else will be there at the same time as her. "Feel free to use it," Matt said and Emay muttered her thanks as she headed for the door. Before she was even out of sight, Matt had reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to send a chain text message to all of the Digidestined whom he knew could make it.
"Nice work, Selenemon," Emay said as she fiddled with the ring on her hand and watched as the digimon that Selenemon had just destroyed the black discs from walk over the horizon and frowned. "But…"
"But?" the pixie-like digimon asked as she brushed a piece of dirt from one of her arms.
"Oh…" the brunette said as she shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's just that there are so many of them lately and so few Digidestined. How will we ever be able to stop them?" Especially since the Japanese ones who should be my allies believe that I'm the evil Empress.
"Oh Emay, don't worry. We'll be able to do it. The Digiworld hasn't been destroyed yet and I don't think three digimon will be able to destroy it now," Selenemon as she fluttered around Emaline, lifting herself about a foot and a half off of the ground. Emay nodded and responded, "I hope you're right." She reached into one of her skirt pockets and pulled out her dark purple and gray digivice and glanced at the screen and frowned. "
"What's the problem, Emay?" Selenemon asked. "No other infested digimon for me to save today?"
"Uh uh," Emay responded, the frown not moving the slightest from her face. "There's a digimon that my digivice says is infected with dark spores, but he's fighting someone. Five someone's!" That's not right… I know Tai, Sora, and Matt would probably be here but there are two other Digidestined who know what's going on right now? "Come on, Selenemon!" Not waiting for a response, Emaline started to walk, run actually, in the direction of the lights on her digivice. Selenemon sighed as she looked at the human girl running ahead of her and she dashed after her. Must she always start running without warning? She usually just trips over her feet! I wish I were large enough to carry her, and then she wouldn't get bruised as much.
True to Selenemon's thoughts, as Emay headed up a sand dune, she stumbled on a rock and ended up cutting herself. She gasped loudly at the pain and placed her hand on the cut, moved her lips as if counting and then stood up. Selenemon flew faster and faster until she reached her partner. "I'm fine," Emaline said and began walking again, not running quite as fast this time.
As the pair passed over the next sand dune, they spotted the group of six. Of six people whom they had never lied eyes upon before standing with six digimon and talking to an apologetic digimon.
"It's fine, really," a glasses wearing purple-haired girl with a helmet on her head said. "Just be good and make sure to keep away from all black discs!" As the Digimon, an Etemon, walked started to walk away.
"Like he had a choice," a brown-haired boy with a pair of goggles perched upon his head said in a cynical voice. "Come on Yolei, think a bit before you speak!"
The purple haired girl, Yolei, looked like she would erupt as she thought of a retort to say to the boy, but a blue-haired boy interrupted, "Davis, she didn't mean it. Yolei, just ignore him. Now can't we all just get home? I have a math test tomorrow." Emaline felt recognition and although it took her a moment to place him, his name soon popped into her mind. He was Ken Ichijouji, the genius phenomenon who had even been heard of in Britain. He's a digidestined? But where are Tai and Sora? I know Matt wouldn't be here now; he takes his musical career too seriously but there are more? And that one… He looks kinda like Matt. Realization hit her and she gasped aloud, is that his little brother? Living within someone's home did give one most of the details of their life. What was his name again? Initials or something. But she couldn't remember what.
The little cat like digimon's ears perked up and she turned around. And looked directly into Emay's lavender eyes. "Who are you?" Gatomon hissed, causing all of the didigestined to turn around and look at Emay and the little faerie digimon whom was fluttering around her shoulder.
"You're the Digimon Empress!" a little worm-like digimon shouted. "She's evil!"
As all of the digidestine's eyes showed rage, Emay crossed her arms. "Look, I have no idea who this Digimon Empress is and I've already explained to Matt and Sora and Tai," she said, emphasizing each of the 'and's. "I'm Emay. Emay, not Evil Empress. Not even evil anything. Do I look evil to you? I don't even break five feet!" The last sentence of Emay's was filled with outrage, but more at her petite stature than at the fact that everyone thought she was evil.
"She's lying!" Gatomon insisted. "Kari, believe me! I saw her! She was talking to two of the Trio that is infecting everyone they can with black discs. Who cares if her clothes were different? The hair and face were the exact same. She's evil!" Before anyone could respond, Gatomon lunged at Emay and was only stopped by Selenemon's wings expanding to shield Emay from the attack. And shield the others from the stricken look that had appeared upon her face.
"Kari!" Gatomon yelled as she fell backwards onto the ground and made to pounce once again.
"Gatomon, don't!" the small brunette yelled, her red eyes flaring with worry for her partner. She rushed over to the catlike digimon and picked her up and stood before an outstretched-winged Selenemon, an intimidating sight. The sight was not one to cause a digidestined to falter, but Kari did stand still for a moment before speaking.
"Who are you and what are you doing in the Digital World if you're not the Digimon Empress?" the keeper of light demanded as her digimon continued to glare at the small faerie-like digimon.
"She need not answer to you, especially since she obviously is not that evil witch! Why would I, Selenemon, protect an evil woman?" the crescent-moon-decorated digimon responded before letting the brunette say anything, causing the singer to pout slightly and cross her arms.
"Selenemon, just forget it," Emaline said, her voice devoid of all emotion as she spoke. "If we leave now without attacking you even though you have attacked us, will you let us be?"
The digidestines looked at one another and unanimously nodded; "We want to see you go," the youngest of the group said. "We'll escort you to the closest gate."
"Fair enough," Emay said looked at the group for direction. And as the group started to walk, as she followed Emay tried to figure out who their leader was, but found herself struggling. Was it the brunette with the red eyes and digital camera and the vicious Gatomon? Was Ken Ichijouji the leader? He was smart enough to lead a team. Or was it one of the other's?
Her thought's penetrated her mind so much that it took the girl a moment to realize when Selenemon jumped in front of her to shield her. Some of the group of digidestined yelled and they had their digimon digivolve into their champion forms, save Gatomon who became Nefertimon. Only once the digimon, Exveemon, Ankylomon, Aquilamon, Stingmon, Angemon, Nefertimon, and Selenemon were poised for battle did Emay realize that three hominoid digimon were approaching and one had just taken a shot at them.
The first of the group was a female and she walked a bit before the two other's, identifying her as a leader. She was wearing a robe of pure white with bells on the edging that reached the ground and had three sets of arms, the hands of which were blue. She looked like a Hindu goddess and the glow eradiating from her made one think of a goddess. Her face, like her hands, were blue, but her eyes were eerily red her nose were merely slits in her face. White fangs protruded from her lips, adding to the supernatural look of an otherwise deformed human being. Around her neck hung a heavy gold necklace and atop of her dark brown hair sat a bejeweled crown.
The male digimon to her right looked slightly like the Egyptian god Anubis, with the head of a jackal and the body of a man but with several other variations. His torso was covered in gold wings that stretched out to the arms. His jackal eyes were pure white without a pupil and one could tell that it would be impossible to discern where he was looking at any one given time. The other looked like a cross between a Native American and a dragon. He was a scaled hominoid with long black hair and a quiver filled with a bow and arrows strapped upon his back and a feather in his hair. Upon the multicolored scales upon his face were markings similar to war paint, lending once again to the allusion to Native American. He wore no clothes, but he did have a golden ring around his right ankle and in the middle of his tale. On his back, between which were nestled his quiver was a pair of green wings.
"Who are you?" demanded the blond male with the Angemon standing before him.
The female digimon smirked and raised a hand in Angemon's direction and he was hurtled through the sky only to land in a sand dune, only to digivolve into Patamon. "We are the Triumvirate. Shivawomon is what most call me, although you can call me Empress. These are my loyal advisers, Raamon and Wiglafmon."
"That's impossible!" Nefertimon shouted. "I've seen the Digimon Empress and she's human! Rosetta Stone!" Two stones flew out of Nefertimon's backside and landed square on the trio. Yet once the air cleared, it was seen that the three had not even a single scratch between them. The group of digidestined, Emaline included, gaped at the trio and looked at one another. Shivawomon, Raamon, and Wiglafmon looked as if they had just sauntered out of their beds and had not yet been touched by the harshness of day! How was that possible?
"Raamon," Shivawomon said and motioned with her hand. Before the digimon had a chance to react, they heard the words "Life of the Dead" in an eerie tone and they, as well as the digidestined, found themselves lying on their backsides, in their devolved forms, aching in pain from the blast. The two male digimon had not moved an inch but Shivawomon was gone. However, a female who appeared to be Emay stood over the lavender eyed girl and looked down at her, her piercing green orbs locking with the lavender ones as she leaned over to the girl who lay crumpled on the ground and she whispered rather loudly, "just because you're famous as Malina doesn't mean that you're more powerful than I am."
And then the trio was gone, leaving the digidestined and digimon to look at the brunette in shock. Yolei regained her sense of consciousness first and looked at the brunette, "you're Malina?" To which she received a curt nod as the brunette stood up and reached for the Lunamon as she started to stride off.
The little moon-like digimon, however, was not pleased with Yolei's question as an ending note and looked over Emay's shoulder and looked pointedly at Gatomon as she said, "See? I told you she isn't the Digimon Empress!" But then, in a quieter tone that should most probably have not been heard by the others but still was thanks to the moons high-pitched voice, "But who was she, Emay?"
The girl didn't respond as she treaded off in the distance, as if she had not heard her companions question.
A/N: The song is 'Wine Red' by the Hush Sound, my absolutely favorite song. The title of the story comes from it and each of the chapter's titles is a song by them.
Note: I'm not betaing, but when I notice a mistake upon looking at the uploaded chapter, I'll just edit it and replace the chapter. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect but I will try to edit it, I just want to get this up!
Hope you enjoy it!
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