Finding Hope

By Firehedgehog

Chapter Seven

As amazing as it seemed, Impmon could feel his D-Ark. It was a fuzzy like feeling, strange that while his bond with Raimu was broken (because Raimu was dead) his bond with the D-Ark was still going.

'Raimu, I can't loose one of the few things I have of yours' Impmon thought with narrowed eyes, with that thought he tugged slightly at the bandana around his neck... something Raimu had given him in his last moments.

For a moment there he felt tears come to his eyes, but blinking his green eyes they went away.

As he ran through the halls of the building he ignored the feeling of the cool floor against his feet and the startled shouts of those who spotted him, since he had been spotted the first time he no longer could use stealth.

His cover was blown, all he had now was run with lots of speed and hopefully reach the treasured device before he could be caught.

Nothing mattered, if he failed this he felt he would fail Raimu in some way.

'I will not fail' the rookie demon Digimon thought, if there was something in this existence he planned to do was that he would never fail Raimu.

He had failed Raimu before and lost everything, never again.

At that moment he skidded around a corner and continued running, gaining more and more speed. Actually, he was running faster; then a rookie should be able too.

Finally a door came into view, it was normal enough but something inside him told him that Raimu's digivice was just through that door.

'Finally' he thought, with that he grasped the doornob and pulled the door open.

A rush of cool air went over him, thankfully since he had fur it didn't affect him much... but he was curious of why it was cold in the room.

He looked around the room hurriedly, his emerald eyes widened and he sighed in relief as he finally spotted it.

The D-Ark was on a silver table with equipment of some type around it, by the way they were laid around it he guessed that they had been trying to open it with no luck.

He grinned at that at least, looked like he was having some luck at least today.

Still smiling slightly he walked over to the table and device; he stared at it for a moment and felt as if he was coming out of a nightmare.

Then he reached for it, and he planned never to let it go again.

"Get away from that you little digital pest!" a voice suddenly snarled and a hand fell into view reaching for the D-ark. But Impmon didn't stop, their hands fell upon the device at the same time.

The world exploded into light, and time seemed to freeze.

OoOoO

Outside the tower the people of Shinjuku looked in awe and surprise as a column of light erupted from Hypnos.

It seemed to reach to the heavens and beyond, and somehow in their hearts they knew that something new was beginning.

Mitsudo Otori looked on the light show with a sneer; he didn't see its beauty. He only knew that it was unnatural and must be the devils work, and he would destroy all the evil... all the drains like the demons... like the brat Raimu.

With that in mind he started walking in the direction the column had come from. Hopefully he would get to the building before the light faded, to wouldn't do good for him to loose sight of something this good to destroy after so long.

'And if I'm lucky my disrespectful son and that monster devil will be there too' Otori thought, he laughed the laugh of the gods chosen which unknown to him he was actually giving a crazed insane laugh that sent shivers of dread down anyone back who heard it.

'Today's a good day to be me' he thought.

OoOoO

In heaven a small blue eyed child smiled.

"It has begun," he whispered, soon certain things would be fixed.

OoOoO

Impmon gasped, the last thing he remembered was touching Raimu's D-Ark, and now he was somewhere else.

Yet the world around him to have a fuzzy feeling to it... as if it was a very old tape played many times over.

As far as the rookie Digimon could tell he was in a small apartment, the quality of things wee nice but not expensive.

'Okay, what now?' he thought, it was then that he spotted it... spotted the calendar with the day marked.

"Wait that can't be right!" Impmon said startled, if the year of the calendar and that was today's date...

"I'm in the past," he whispered, and of all things it was the same day of Raimu's murder.

'Wait, if I'm in the past I can stop it from happening... I can save my partner!' Impmon thought with great excitement, quickly he searched the room for a door and spotting it headed for it.

"Raimu," he whispered.

STOP

Impmon froze as a voice seemed to order him to stop, he blinked and his green eyes widened.

"Who are you, why are you stopping me... I can save Raimu!" Impmon shouted angrily.

This is not the past but a memory, soon you will learn something very important the voice said, hearing this Impmon gave a sob... he had no chance to save his partner... it just wasn't fair.

"But..." he protested and tried to move towards the door once again: suddenly he gasped as something seemed to grasp him and keep him still.

Watch and learn the voice said, since Impmon could do nothing he had to comply.

Finally whatever it was began, the door to the room opened and three figures opened. The first was a young teen, maybe even around fourteen years old. He had messy blond hair and gentle sapphire eyes, but in them was anger.

The second figure was a small fragile woman in her late thirties; she had dark brown hair pulled into a braid that ended at her waist. Kind yet worried blue eyes looked at the boy, Impmon guessed she was his mother.

Then he saw the third; and he hissed and saw red, it was the monster that had killed Raimu. But the voice, whatever it was held its hold tight on him. He could do nothing, this monster was worse then anything in the universe...

"You," Impmon snarled, he blinked startled as none of the three saw him.

They cannot see, hear or be affected by you. Now be quiet, this is a memory... so pay attention, this is important the voice said impatiently, with nothing else to do Impmon did as told... for once.

"Papa, you have to stop this" the boy said, the man snarled angrily.

"I won't, the money sucking pest is sucking away money we should have... not him. He should of died at birth, that thing I should of strangled at birth... what use is a useless pest Raimu is," the man snarled, the woman whitened and tears slipped down her face.

"Otori calm down, please... Raimu is our son... why can't you let me see him and love him like a mother should have," the woman whispered in a heartbroken voice, Otori snarled and slapped his wife so hard she slammed back into a wall.

"I won't let you love anything I don't approve of, your mine and that brat is mine to deal with," Otori snarled, the wife flinched.

Impmon had long ago stopped being shocked at this, he would never have guessed that the murderer 'Otori' had been Raimu's father. Studying the wife and son he had to wince even more, after his time of existence he could recognize bruises and someone hiding old ones and more serious injuries.

These two were punching bags for Otori, and by the looks of it Otori was the reason Raimu had never met his family... but he did wonder what had happened to the son and wife in the future... as far as he knew Otori was in prison for life.

"Otori please," the wife whispered, but Otori ignored her and stomped out of the apartment to do something. That something Impmon now knew would be in at least six hours in his estimation if the clock in the room was correct, to kill Raimu.

"Mama, are you okay?" the boy asked in worry, the mother smiled sadly tears slipping down her fragile heart shaped face.

"I wish I could be, but I'm not," she whispered, more worry filled the blond teen face.

"Mama," he whispered, tears slipped down his face.

"Don't cry Yamaki, save them for when you really need them," the woman said, the boy nodded.

Everything disappeared in a flash of light.

Impmon found himself floating in a void of light, he found himself shocked at that last revelation.

"Yamaki... was Raimu's brother," he whispered, he felt a sadness surround him.

Yes, a brother that would have loved him no matter what and would have changed the future for the best if they had met. Yamaki grew into the cold man he is today based on the horror Otori did that day, he had a very hard life and with the murder of Raimu his life fell apart the voice explained, Impmon was silent for the moment.

"What now?" Impmon asked.

You wait for now, both yourself and Yamaki have things you must learn and discover the voice said, then Impmon felt whatever the voice was leave... leaving him alone to think upon what he had seen.

TBC