Author's Notes

Hehe, that wasn't too bad a wait, was it? I forgot to say which pair was up next. The virtue coming up is patience.

Really struggled with Junpei's part. Spent hours trying to think of a scene where he was "angry". Tweaked definitions in the end. Kaito Lune might recognise the inspiration.

As for the comment about Midnight's Sun, see Approaching Dusk. It's a collection of poems, and one of them, the one called Midnight Sun I think, has the explanation.

Enjoy.


Sins and Virtue

Each person accuses themselves of at least one deadly sin. But to each sin, there is a virtue. Frontier-verse


Wrath


Kouichi Kimura

It seemed almost strange to him how easy heart-wrenching loneliness, coupled with sadness and tears, trickling down his cheeks, could turn into an uncontrollable, exploding anger. How easily pain could be turned into power, failure and death turning from his heart to his hands, the blood red swords that could stab them into someone, anyone, and ridding himself from them. The cold hard armour on his chest, black as the midnight without its sun, keeping them out of him, away from his heart.

The anger felt cold, contrasted to the burning agony as the salty waters poured from his eyes like a low-scaled waterfall. It released the fire, controlled it, squelched it…caged it really. Then the anger faded too with nothing to hold on to it, an emotionless shell, until it was hammered and pounded until it broke into three pieces, and wrath, the large vulture, the colour of old, dried blood, took flight with a roar that shook the desolate plains.


Takuya Kanbara

He felt he had a perfectly justified reason for being as mad as all hell…or madder, if there was a such phrase to describe that. Still, the level of wrath described by the deepest pit of the hellfire seemed to fall short in comparison to the fire that literally burst from his heart. After the frozen minute or so of shock of course.

Lucemon had, after all, just murdered one of them, and not a digimon but a human being who had little if any hope of being reborn as a digiegg (according to RhodoKnightmon, that was currently unknown), and gloated over his victory as he struck down the boy who had thrown himself between the two orbs in an effort to keep them combining, in an effort to save his friends...

And then he had the nerve to try and defile that image, calling the courage an act of foolishness…

Who wouldn't be mad upon hearing that?


Tomoki Himi

It almost sickened him, thinking back, once the memories had returned to him, how close he had come to being the very person he had loathed. Worse in fact, but it wasn't a defenceless kid who looked like he would wet his pants, was it? No, it was the friends that picked him up when he fell down.

Insecure as he was, the nightmare found its grip easily. He'd already been on shaky ground; their friendship hadn't exactly had an age to develop. So it was easy, so easy to believe they really thought him weak, pathetic…like a snivelling little worm cowering under a rock.

And that was, essentially the last straw. Before he even realised it, he had picked up a stick from the fire, still smoldering…

…smouldering, spitting sparks, like the anger that rose within him.


Junpei Shibiyama

Being annoyed and being angry seemed to be synonymous, but they weren't always so. Not when it comes to wrath anyway. Takuya especially had a habit of annoying him with the whole "hero boy" act; he'd already corrupted Tomoki for goodness sake.

No, he wasn't mad. Just annoyed. He was no hero. He was just a guy who had chocolate and magic tricks and couldn't even work out how to get people to like him.

He was just a guy with Pagumon chasing his tail. A guy who got left behind as even the shrimp and the princess got spirits and kicked some digital butt. A guy who looked into the face of metal and then turned his head at their predicament…just as they wanted. They were perfectly happy to go on the way they were. But the annoying hero face had to rear its head.

And it was only annoying because he wasn't it.


Izumi Orimoto

Sure she had a temper. Sure she let it get the better of her on occasion. Sure that had ruined a potential friendship.

But she was allowed on occasion. And on occasion it was rather advantageous. Look at Ranamon's defeat…

…of course, despite how much she despised the water sprite, it hadn't been her wrath that did the damage in the end…

…actually, it kind of was, wasn't it?


Kouji Minamoto

When Duskmon had unorthodoxly thrown the truth in his face, the first thing he had felt was angry. Fury, undiluted rage, had rose up within him, squelching the black-clad enemy that had bested him time and time again into a mess of shell and black sludge, much like a squashed beetle once the accidental perpetrator lifts his boot to investigate the consequence. He threw his sword forward, with the weight of his double spirit evolution behind it, and with a sense of grim satisfaction found the other bucking, shrinking and, in a sense, cowering under the force.

The suddenly awoken monster within him relished as the other struggled between footing and hold as his own red blades shook with the effort to stopping the onward journey of the dual-headed sabre. The weight shifted; finally, the one who had bested him too often was being bested himself. How dare he try to throw him off like that? How dare he attack his heart like that?

But the look on his face…

And Duskmon was pushing, pushing back.