A/N: Good morning! Urgh, Thanksgiving week, man I am going to be a mess this week. Just two days of class... just two...
Anyway, shout-out time! Shouting to Vigatus for making a really great point, that is addressed in story. :D Keeper, hello! Good catch you made there! That part is... kind of tricky actually. WV, thanks! I'm happy you really liked that. Hikari's lack of screentime and development kind of gave me a lot of wiggle room with her, which is a lot of fun to work with (though people scream Mary Sue these days). Nightshadegirl, I'm giving you cookies for reading straight through the fic like that. Nice going! You know, I didn't consider doing Vamdemon's point of view. That would be a rather awkward moment. Haha, means it will probably happen.
Also, I've forgotten the past few updates, but there is a poll for this fic up! Please take a look and leave your votes! Furthermore, I am considering foraying into 02 for another story. If anybody has any ideas or suggestions or just plain fan squeals, please drop it in your review or a PM. Perspectives to write from are also considered.
Read and review and enjoy please! Let me know if you don't enjoy too!
2.3
They get attacked by a monkey.
The Gods are taking the mickey, she swears it.
Tailmon is already lashing her tail and Hikari is trying not to laugh but the other Digimon see him as a credible threat and are quick to say "RUN!" at the top of their lungs and she listens because heck, this is bad to listen to, let alone fight. Besides, even with Patamon hatched, they're technically still a man down and no one wants that bad thing to happen again and so they flee into the depths of a cave. She clutches the Tag around her neck in hopes that hers might be down here in some convenient twist.
But she probably has no chance of that being likely in a hundred lifetimes, so she shakes her head, picks up Tailmon, and runs for her life. Because they just might die down here if they aren't fast enough.
Oh hell, she thinks with delirious fear. Oh hell, I am going to die and so are they and it will somehow be on my head-
Then the Tag in her pocket glows and burns as she gets closer and she wants to pull it out and hold it tight against her chest because then she is certain, positively sure of everything but the finer details and it's kind of scary. She pulls it out anyway and holds it to a disturbing wall and her fingers shriek with pain and acknowledgment at the sight of the orange crest going where it is safe.
But not where it belongs.
If she can help it, it is not going there.
Well, for now, she can't help anything except make sure the other six and their partners get through the wall before she does. (Tailmon breaks some stairs for good measure.)
Where's mine?
The thought is sent to the stars but there is no answer and she rolls her eyes.
Torment me with psychic visions but tell me nothing.
Well, forget you too then.