Okay guys this is a little later then last time but I have one more posted for another week. Major exam this Tuesday so keep your fingers crossed for me.
Okay to some of my lovely reviewers. Yes I didn't kill Ancientswisemon as I still have a plan for him but if you reread the first chapter carefully there is something there that you have missed that is a very, VERY big spoiler for later in the story. Also the reason why the digidestined didn't react to him in this story about being a virus that in my story there is only one of this digimon and he is very, VERY old. They do not know that he is a virus so it will come as a shock to them later on. Also with that in mind think about what they are going to act with Takato when they find his partner and other friend are both virus digimon.
For another, Thanks so much for the suggestions but I already have a plan that I can not tell you yet but I have kept the digimon in mind and they may make an appearance in the story at some point. You are very close on the mark and you know who you are lol.
Well besides all of that I own nothing except my version of Takato that Fire started in her story, {Completely glomps Takato} Please check out Firehedgehog's original story when you have the time it is my inspiration to this story. Please remember to R&R when you can. Enjoy.
I am who I am. Neither you or I can change that.
After they made it back to the real world, the digidestined parted ways. TK stalked home in a daze as all that ran through his mind was 'I have a twin! A defective twin but a twin all the same. MY TWIN!'
TK didn't notice as he jogged up the stairs then somehow ended up in his bed face down. All he did was grin widely while imagining holding his clone tightly. "MY TWIN."
A bright light shone down on a figure strapped firmly to a cold metal gurney. The figure was wide awake, yet sedated enough not to cause too much trouble. The figure moaned in agony as over a dozen needles filled with different liquids stabbed into his body. The boy's body began to convulse as his eyes rolled wildly in his head and foam poured forth from his ruby blood stained lips. A deathly scream pierced through as the foam turned blood red and the boy's body cooled in death. A different scream followed soon after- a scream of complete rage and frustration. "WHY? WHY CAN I NOT CREATE A PERFECT LIVING CLONE OF THIS COMPLETELY USELESS CHILD? WHY?"
The scientist digimon in control of this experiment stormed into the white room and stabbed the corpse with such viciousness that it split both the body and the gurney completely in half. Breathing heavily, the digimon calmed himself down from his rage. Searching through his notes one more time, the digimon could only close his eyes. "There must have been something different in the defective clone that allowed it to live as long as it had. I know it's a complete failure, yet I need it to figure out what I did to at least make it that far."
Pacing the small room as he thought, the digimon finally came to a conclusion. "I must retrieve the failed clone and see what makes him so different. And if possible, if it doesn't die through procedure, it may even be useful as a puppet."
Smiling in satisfaction, the digimon twirled around and stalked out what he dubbed the operation room. "GET SOMEONE IN THERE TO CLEAN UP THAT MESS! SEND THE BODY TO THE USUAL PLACE AND SOMEONE GET ME A TEAM TOGETHER! WE HAVE A FAILED CLONE TO FIND!"
Breathing heavily, a black blur jumped quickly from branch to branch. The small figure had only one destination in mind and an urgency to get there. Dark spots formed at the corners of his eyes, but he pushed himself to his limit. A strained smile formed on his face as he spotted a familiar stone shed finally come into view. "I'm almost there."
A small red dinosaur shuffled out of the shed, sniffing the air as he had done so. "Hey, dino brain." He rasped before passing out, landing sprawled across the back of the red digimon.
"Oh, this isn't good. Gotta find Takatomon." Making sure that the figure on his back was secure, Guilmon sprinted towards the large building that his partner should be at this time of day.
Takato groaned as awareness slowly floated back to him. It took a few moments for him to gather his thoughts as a migraine pounded away behind his eyes. "Oh, you're awake! Let me dim the lights for you, Hun."
Takato groaned again, yet his migraine lifted a little when the bright lights were all but turned off. "How are you feeling now, dear? That was quite a migraine you had- it caused you to pass out right in the middle of class! Here, take this pill and I'll prop up your pillows." The sweet school nurse voice was soft enough that it helped sooth his pounding head.
He felt someone hold him up before pressure was applied to his lips. Obeying, Takato opened his mouth and accepted the medicine. Taking a sip of water he was slowly lowered until his back hit a pile of pillows. "Wha….What happened?"
"We don't know that yet, hun. All that we know so far is that you suddenly developed quite the migraine that caused you to pass out in class. It didn't help that you hit your head on the way down."
Takato could only stare at the cloth divider that hid him from view in the nurse's office. "Now hun, I know that final exams are around the corner, but you have to know when to relax so you don't overwhelm yourself, okay? Now I am going to write a note to your parents to let them know that you should relax for the next few days. No heavy studying and no stressful activities, alright?" With that the nurse left.
Smiling softly to himself, Takato closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. Takato always thought that it was a little weird how even though he was a clone that he was really different from the original. By what he could tell from his memories before he was taken here by Snowagumon, TK never really liked to draw. Sure, he wasn't the best out there, yet he loved drawing and writing. His mother kept telling him after he presented her with a few of his drawings that if he kept practicing he would get better. He couldn't remember anymore what his original's dream was, but he hoped that with enough practice that he would one day become a great game designer or even a novelist. With his mind running away with him, Takato fell into a light doze.
Guilmon groaned as he tried to be as quiet as possible while sneaking into the large building. "Why does this have to be so hard? Why can't Takatomon just come to me?"
"Quit your whining….you….big…..baby." The dark digimon on his back groaned unconsciously.
"You're no help." He snorted as he lowered his nose to the ground and sniffed the floor.
"He's this way."
A few girls squeaked as something caused their skirts to rise to inappropriate levels. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?"
(I am a line break please don't mind me until I can find something better)
Something sharp was carefully poking his cheek. "Takatomon, come on, I need you to wake up now, please. Takatomon?"
The poking was insistent until finally he snapped. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Something fell off the side of the bed. Groggily, Takato leaned over the side of the bed as a voice in the back of his mind mentioned that his migraine was mostly gone. The two blurry shapes on the floor quickly came into focus as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What's going on, Guilmon? Why are you here?"
Jumping up, the rookie digimon gently picked up the damaged black digimon and placed him on his trainer's lap. "Something's wrong. Takatomon, please fix him."
Pity immediately filled the boy as he took in the extremely battered body of the small black digimon. The poor thing even had a badly broken arm that looked like it was nearly snapped in half. "Oh you poor guy, what happened to you? Guilmon, I need you to get my D-Arc and my digimon cards from the nurse's desk, please."
Guilmon returned quickly with the required items as well as with a roll of gauze. Thanking him, Takato took the items and placed them right beside him. Holding the digimon's shoulder, Takato grabbed the broken limb under the break. With a quick snap of his wrist he quickly reset the arm. A muffled whine was all that came out of the digimon's mouth. Quickly wrapping the limb tightly, Takato very gently turned over the hurt digimon so he could lie on his back. "Impmon?"
The hurt digimon that lay in his lap was indeed Impmon, However, that wasn't what shocked him the most- it was the state in which the digimon had come to him. Ignoring his growing rage, Takato quickly shuffled through his deck until he came unto a health rejuvenation card. "I'm not sure if this will work because you are not my partner, but I will try my best."
Holding the card in front of his face, Takato closed his eyes and prayed as hard as he could. The card glowed a bright white before he slashed it through his D-Arc. "Digimodify. Rejuvenation activate." (No idea if this is a real card or not but it's my fic and it exist now lol)
Impmon glowed a weak white as his minor injuries healed yet his major injuries healed only a little. "This is the best I can do for you right now, buddy. I have to get you to mom so we can finish healing you."
Takato returned the deck and D-Arc to their places on his belt before carefully taking the digimon into his arms and sliding off the bed. Guilmon opened the curtain wide enough for both of them to walk through before rushing to the nurse's desk. Startled, Takato forgot that the nurse could still possibly be here. The nurse just turned to him, unclipped her badge before turning it around and clipping it on once more. Now Takato could understand. She was a member of Hypnos sent to keep an eye on them and to help keep digimon under wraps. That, and to find other potential candidates to the team. "I already called your parents and the others. You are excused for the rest of the school day and your friend Jeri promised to take notes for you in class. They should be here in five minutes."
It didn't take long for his parents to get there and the ride home was a blur. When his parents shuffled them into the back of the bakery, Takato held the injured digimon out to his mother. "Can you help him, please? I have done all that I can as I am not his partner."
Taking the digimon from her son, the woman retreated to their bedroom before closing the door softly behind her. Feeling a hand clap his shoulder, he looked up to the gnome that was pretending to be his father, yet he couldn't find the difference between this man and a regular father. "It will be alright son; she'll fix him up as best as she can. Why don't you go relax in the bath and then after I will take a look at you and see what I can do to help?"
Flashing a wide smile of appreciation, Takato trumped up to the bathroom for his relaxing bath.
His father's hand hovered over him, glowing, looking for anything that the nurse couldn't find wrong. His hand glowed a little brighter at his forehead and Takato sighed as the migraine completely left him. Moving his hand downward, it glowed brightly again at his stomach and the slight nausea he didn't know he had disappeared as well. Frowning in concern, he pulled off his son's bath robe to pool at his waist. Right above his right hip, bone a raised, ropy white scar followed the curve of his hip to two inches to the small of his back. The area was slightly irritated and a bit swollen. "How long has this been going on?" He healed this as well.
"For about five months now. At first I thought that my shirts or something was rubbing it too much but I think something is wrong with the other DNA. Guilmon has been acting more mature lately, as well."
Frowning once more, he smiled as his wife walked into the room still cradling the nearly completely healed digimon. "He should be alright now. He just needs a little rest." She set the sleeping digimon next to Takato on his bunk bed.
"I need your helping looking at something. I think the DNA strand is acting strangely."
Frowning in concern, she placed her hand over her husband's, intertwining their fingers as their hands glowed a much brighter white than before. It stayed that way for a few minutes before a blood red light sparked and attacked the conjoined hands. Gasping in alarm, the two removed their hands before using Takato's used towel to cool the small burns on their hands. "What's going on? Are you two alright?"
Looking at each other, they breathed heavily before turning to him. "All that we can say right now until we can contact AncietWisetmon is that the other DNA is trying to separate some of itself from you but at the same time bond with you deeper than normal. It's nothing to worry about right at this moment as nothing wrong is happening to you besides a little skin irritation and swelling. We just need for you to relax for a few days until we can find out completely what is going on."
His father gently replaced his yellow arm bands around his wrist. "Just until you know that you can trust Impmon completely."
Sighing in irritation, he knew why his parents were so protective and paranoid for him. Promising to bring his dinner up to him later, his mother handed him his sketching supplies before closing the door behind them. Pulling the robe back over himself, Takato started to lose himself in his drawing as he glanced to the slumbering digimon, wondering what had happened to the virus digimon to put him in such a state. As Guilmon licked his cheek before settling at the end of the bed, Takato never felt so loved.
