Takuyamon
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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Digimon. This is fanfiction.
Warning: This story contains slightly more mature content, including fighting/violence, sexual themes, and swearing, which is why I rated it M just to be safe. Please read with discretion. Thank you.
Thank you to my excellent reviewers from last chapter and the one before it: Rubius, Primus2021, Jon Voris, Flocculate, Veemon fan683, Jake Wolf, Diamondorange, Cloudrunner, and Swanhilde. Special thanks to Impstar and The Keeper of Worlds for reviewing both chapters.
I didn't have time to write you responses last time for fear of never getting around to it and hence postponing the chapter update even longer. So this time, I mention you by name and let you know with the utmost sincerity, that I smiled like an idiot for hours because of each and every one of you, taking time to write me a note and tell me what you think. My coworkers kept asking me if something good had happened. So thank you, thank you for making me remember why I love this site so much, and why I love writing these stories.
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Chapter Twelve
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"I can't sleep," Takuya complained, tossing and turning in his bed anxiously. It didn't matter what he did, all he could think about was touching Zoe, kissing her, and the incredible build up of power and emotions that she caused him. He couldn't explain why, but he knew that if he didn't have her soon, the desires might kill him! "You're being dramatic," he told himself. "You aren't going to die." But still, it really, really felt that way.
Maybe there was something he could do to get rid of this excess energy? He turned his head and stared out his window, his eyes falling on the moon. Maybe there were some rogue digimon out there. Maybe he could just go for a run, and fight any of them that he happened across. Then he could come back and go to sleep.
As soon as the idea was in his head, he couldn't get it out. Next thing he knew, he was leaping out his window, landing on the floor, and running down the silent street in the moonlight. For a while he just ran, not caring where he was going. It was refreshing to feel the wind against his face, to run in the silence of the night with the moon shining on his back. It was so peaceful. Before he realized it, he'd run tens of miles in a matter of minutes.
His internal scanner went off in his head, alerting him to a strong digimon to his left, about twenty miles away. Without breaking his speed, he turned and darted in that direction at once. Just one fight, he thought. Then I'll go to bed.
It didn't have time to even turn around. Takuya's eyes locked onto his target—a rampaging Birdramon that was angrily trashing a parking lot—and leaping in the air with a graceful arch, he slid from his human form into his digital one without a second thought. Landing on the digimon's back, the shields on his arms opened and released a blast of fiery energy to envelop his prey.
The bird screeched, he leapt off and landed silently on the ground, and watched as it immediately vaporized into data. It seemed so natural to just absorb the data into himself, that he did it without thinking. Wasn't that what a digimon was supposed to do when they won? All that remained was a colorful digiegg, sitting on the trashed cement ground. "Too easy," Takuya sighed, thoroughly disappointed. Wasn't there a stronger enemy he could fight? "I'm seriously not getting any sleepier." But he was a responsible guy, or at least he tried to be. So he diligently picked up the egg and held it lovingly in his arms. "Don't worry little guy," he said. "I'll send you home, and then you can grow up as a much more composed digimon." He paused, rubbing the egg with his hand and sighing as a pang of sadness hit him. "I can understand why you're upset, too. It's hard to find a Tamer that I want to call my own. I thought that it would be Shinya, but I guess it just wasn't meant to be."
Another blip activated on his internal scanner, alerting him to another digimon in the area. This on was an Ultimate. Not wasting a second, he took off after it with the digiegg in his arms.
This fight lasted no longer than the first one. The Blossomon, although a higher level than Birdramon had been, barely seemed to put up a fight before it too vaporized into data with a single attack. As Takuya absorbed the data and frowned at the egg that was left behind, a feeling of uneasiness began to spread over him. Something was not right here. These digimon shouldn't be going rampant like this. More than that, they should have been able to fight back. Even a Rookie level digimon could take a hit from a Mega and not immediately disintegrate. So why were they so weak?
"Something isn't right," he told the new digiegg, picking it up and adding it to his arms. "What's wrong with them? Could these digimon be…" his voice trailed off, and anger suddenly took over. "Yutaka," he growled. It had to be him! These poor digimon were probably out searching for Tommy, unable to do anything but obey. He only hoped that in reverting them to digieggs, he could save them from their sad fate. "I'm gonna kill that guy," he promised. "If I meet him face to face, I'm seriously going to kill him."
"Now that isn't very nice."
Takuya whirled, turning to face the voice that had spoken out from behind him. A man in his twenties or thirties stood about fifteen feet away, with his hands casually resting inside the pockets of his lab coat. He had dark brown hair and glasses, and a sinister smirk on his face. Immediately, Takuya knew who it was. "You," he snarled, fighting the urge to tear him to pieces. Despite what he'd just said, he had just enough control to keep himself from throwing a massive digital attack at him. After all, evil villain or not, he was still human. And murder was wrong. Damn it, he thought helplessly. Fine, so I won't kill him. But I will definitely maim him!
"Isn't this perfect?" Yutaka cooed. He made no move from his spot, surveying Takuya from a safe distance. "It is quite hard to find a strong digimon that doesn't have a Tamer. But here you are, the perfect specimen, exactly where I happened to be looking."
Is he saying he wants to experiment on me next? Takuya thought, his scowl deepening. I don't know what tricks he has up his sleeve, so I need to be careful. He's right that I don't have a Tamer. That puts me at greater risk of getting captured. "Listen," he called out, carefully placing the two digieggs on the ground without taking his eyes off of Tommy's brother. His hands now free, he straightened and shifted into a battle-ready position. "What you've been doing is wrong. You have to see that! Don't think you're going to get away with any of this. You'll go to prison!"
Yutaka scoffed at him disdainfully. "What would a disgusting beast like you know about it?" He demanded. His voice was as cold as ice. "You are even worse than the rest of the digimon, because you've mutated into one of them! You're neither human nor digimon, just some freak in between that belongs nowhere!"
Takuya growled, but Yutaka's words stung like knives. He'd often felt that way, when he was down. Don't listen to him, he thought. He's just messed up. Agunimon saved my life, I am grateful to be alive. That's all there is to it. "I won't forgive you," he said angrily. "I won't forgive you for any of this."
"I never asked you to forgive me," Yutaka shrugged. "Because I don't need it. You, just like all the others, will serve me—will serve mankind—in bringing in the next Technological Age!" He pulled his hand from his pocket, pointing a small handgun with a long, slick barrel at Takuya's face. His finger pulled the trigger, three times in quick succession.
But Takuya was already moving. Using his wings to thrust himself into the air, he shot upwards and hung there, preparing a fireball in his hands. His eyes locked onto Yutaka's position, and he fired his attacks immediately.
Cursing, Yutaka dodged, just managing to roll out of the way of the explosions that crashed into the ground where he'd been standing. He continued to shoot his gun, reloading it with rounds from his pockets when it emptied, but was unable to land a single shot.
Twisting and diving through the air, Takuya smirked at him. His gun can't touch me, he thought proudly. I'm much faster than him. Lifting his hand, he pointed one finger at Yutaka's face. "Seeking Missile!" he called. A narrow missile of pure, concentrated heat erupted from his finger, shrieking through the air as it trailed after its target. This time, it was futile for Yutaka to run. The missile chased him, getting closer and closer, until it collided in a bright burst of yellow light.
What happened next was too fast. He didn't even know how, or why, but he suddenly found himself falling, crashing into the ground as though paralyzed. The moon hung above him, silent and unhelpful, as it watched him lie there in bewilderment. What happened? He thought in alarm. I can't speak… I can't move. What's happened to me?
A slow feeling of pain began to crawl up in his arm, quickly growing in intensity the further it went. It was like fire and acid, spreading through his every nerve. Was it going to envelop his whole body?
The moon was blocked from his vision. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes, and found that he was staring into Yutaka's smug face. "I have to admit, that's the longest that any digimon has ever withstood one of those darts."
What darts? Takuya panicked. I dodged every shot from his gun, I know that I did.
"You were even able to dodge my tranquilizers," he continued, lifting the gun for him to see. He stuffed the gun back in his pocket. "You probably don't even know when I shot you with the dart, do you?"
My vision is getting blurry, Takuya thought, watching as blackness began to creep up the edges of his peripheral vision until all that was left was a fuzzy circle in the center, with Yutaka's face staring down at him. I have to get out of here.
"It's no use. You were mine before you even knew I was there."
Those words were the last thing he heard.
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"Hey, don't those human digimon go to your school?"
Ryo looked up from his book, where he sat in the shade leaning against a tree. Rika and Renamon stood in front of him, panting as though they'd run a marathon. "Rika," Ryo blurted, dropping his book and standing up at once. "You look exhausted! What's wrong?"
She shoved his hand away when he tried to reach out to her, looking annoyed. "I haven't slept in two days," she mumbled. "But never mind, that's not important. Do those human digimon go to your school? I need to talk to one of them!"
"Yes, some of them." Ryo scowled, studying the way her face and eyes looked gaunt and heavy. She desperately needed sleep. "But I don't have their contact numbers or anything…"
"Find them," Rika insisted. "Find them at once! You have to tell them something, something important!" She swayed, nearly collapsing, but Renamon caught her at the last second. Sighing in frustration, she held a hand over her eyes as though the sun bothered her. "You need to tell them that Junpei has been captured by The Master, the one who's been causing all these digimon to go rampant."
"Junpei is one of them?" Ryo asked, frowning. He thought he remembered the name from what Yamaki had told him previously. "Does he have a Tamer?"
"Yes," Rika nodded. She paused, then remembered to keep going. "It's Alice."
"Alice?" Ryo blurted. He was surprised, but also relieved. A faint smile spread over his face as he considered it. "I'm glad," he said. She suffered too much after losing Dobermon. She'll be a good partner. "But wait… if he's been captured, then that means that he could go rampaging through the city too, doesn't it?" Ryo asked, growing alarmed. "This is serious!"
"I know that," Rika snapped. "That's why I'm telling you, please go find those guys and tell them what happened. The rest of us are going to keep looking for the one responsible, and stopping his digimon before they can do any more damage." She paused, then shook her head. "Scratch that. Takato's going to handle arranging that, I'm going to get some sleep." Turning and walking away, she pointed a hand lazily in Ryo's direction. "Wake me if anything happens!"
Ryo ignored her. He wouldn't. Let her boyfriend do that, he thought, rolling his eyes. Instead, he turned to look over at his partner, who had been standing in the shadows listening the entire time. She's right though, Takuya and the others need to know that their friend is captured. They may be able to help find him. And the fact that he has Alice as a Tamer is a good thing. She's strong, so she'll be able to help free him from The Master's control.
"Ryo," Cyberdramon growled, coming forward and looking down at him gravely. "We will most likely have to fight him. You need to be prepared."
Ryo nodded, grimacing. "I know," he said. "And this time, I won't stop you. But whatever you do, don't kill him. We don't know if Human digimon can come back as digieggs or not. If Alice loses this partner as well, she'll probably be ruined." He paused, shaking his head in frustration. Things were not going very well, and it bothered him that he felt so helpless. "The Digital World is always throwing curve balls, isn't it?"
"Curve balls?"
"It never has the same problems twice, they're always more advanced, more intricate, and more dangerous the more it evolves. Who's to say what will happen next?"
"Next, I'm going to fight Takuyamon, and you're not going to stop me."
Ryo laughed, hopping onto Cyberdramon's back. "Not a chance," he grinned. "Quick Cy, find the closest one of those guys and take us there. We've got to tell them at once."
They flew into the air at a break-neck pace, the air whooshing past their ears.
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"Do you think you can continue to run away? Or didn't you know… I have fifty-five now. You know what happens when I reach a hundred, don't you? Little aboniation…"
Tommy's eyes snapped open, his body trembling with fury and fear. "Get out of my head," he whispered, clenching his jaw tightly so that his teeth ground against each other. It made him so mad, that no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the memories and taunts that rang through his head. What could he do to get Yutaka's hold off of him?
It was only a few seconds later that it dawned on him.
Today, he wasn't waking up feeling like he was still in a nightmare. He wasn't waking up feeling like he was still trapped inside one of Yutaka's twisted simulations. He was just waking up from being asleep.
The next thing he noticed was that he was sleeping on the floor, with his arms wrapped tightly around his partner's waist. Shocked, he slowly released his arms, pulling himself up to a sitting position. What am I doing? He thought, staring down at Shinya's sleeping face in bewilderment. He looks so uncomfortable. Did I really make him sleep like that the whole night?
Growing ashamed of himself, Tommy turned toward the bed, dragging the blanket off of it and laying it gently over Shinya's body so as not to wake him. Then, he drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them with his arms.
I think I almost feel normal, he thought, trying to get used to the feeling. His senses told him that his data was still weak and frayed, and too much strain would put him right back where he started. But being that close to his Tamer had brought him strength and peace, almost like osmosis. He wasn't sure if something like that was possible, but at least psychologically, it had been exactly what he needed. But I didn't even think about Shinya, or what he must have been feeling, he thought, despairing. He's probably tired of me. I mean… who wouldn't be? I'm so weak, and I keep suffering from my memories of the past. Sometimes, my vision shifts, and all I can see is enemies out to get me, and lies, lies, lies. He buried his face in his arms. If I keep thinking about it, I'll go back to that. So I've just got to stop. Stop thinking.
The silence dragged on. It was peaceful, but even so Tommy felt uneasy and ashamed. It worried him, the look of discomfort on Shinya's face as he slept, and the way he kept shivering every once in a while. That was Tommy's fault too, wasn't it? He'd been holding him so tightly, he couldn't have pulled free even if he wanted to. Not to mention they'd stayed on the floor the whole night, with no blankets or pillows.
And I'm the warrior of ice, Tommy grimaced. What if I made him sick by accident?
Holding his breath, he inched closer and pulled the blanket off a bit so he could look at his Tamer more closely. He didn't seem to have any ice on him, that was a relief. But when he touched Shinya's arm, his skin was quite cold. Gently, Tommy moved the blanket back up, deciding that keeping him warm was probably the nicest thing he could do right now. His hand brushed against Shinya's stomach by accident, and to his alarm, Shinya's body jolted in his sleep, and a quiet moan rumbled in his throat.
Tommy froze, horror washing over him. Was he… in pain?
Swallowing, he carefully pulled the blanket back, staring at Shinya's waist with a thundering heart. How tightly had he been holding onto him, through the night? It couldn't have been hard enough to hurt him, could it? He reached a trembling hand out, and very slowly, lifted the edge of Shinya's shirt upward. Being careful to not touch his partner's skin, and keep drawing it upwards more and more, until it was pushed up against his upper chest.
Shinya's waist was marred by deep black bruises, in the pattern of Tommy's arms.
"Oh no…" Tommy whimpered, shrinking back with tears in his eyes. "I… I did this… to him?" He kept backing up until he ended up against the wall, with nowhere else to go. How did this happen? No… no I know how it happened. I mean, I am a digimon after all. I'm a Mega, with a lot more strength than the average human. So… he cringed, burying his face in his hands and hiding behind his knees. So I did this to him because I was too selfish, all I could think about was myself! What kind of partner does that make me? I'm the worst!
The sound of Shinya stirring in his sleep made his breath catch in his throat, and though he was afraid to look, he peeked through his fingers to watch as his Tamer slowly roused to consciousness. The boy moaned, shivering once, and managed to pull himself into a sitting position. When he found his shirt pulled up, he absently made as if to pull it down, and jolted upright in the process. "Ow!" he hissed under breath, once more shuddering. This time it was from pain, and not from cold.
Then he noticed that Tommy was not beside him. "Tommy?" He asked, growing alarmed. When he turned and saw him cowering against the wall, he relaxed. "Hey," he said slowly. "How are you doing today?" Without paying any attention to himself, he pulled his shirt down and rubbed sleep from his eyes, looking at Tommy with concern.
How can he ask me that? Tommy covered his face again. I'm a horrible monster!
"Hey," Shinya repeated, louder this time. Tommy could hear him shifting positions, drawing his legs under him in a cross-legged position. "You're going to be okay, Tommy. You hear me? We're going to fix everything, so just trust me. I'll protect you, okay?"
Tommy shivered, his body aching with guilt. "It's…" he replied, aware that his voice was shaking. "It's not me I'm worried about." Slowly, he pulled his hands away from his face, looking up to meet his partner's eyes. "It's you."
Shinya scowled, confused. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "I'm fine, aren't I? Besides, I'm your Tamer. I was chosen by the digital world, and after that I'm the one who chose to be here for you, so you'll just have to accept that."
Tommy shook his head. He moved, crawling forward so that his was sitting directly across from him. Clenching his jaw together, he reached out his hand and gripped the edge of Shinya's shirt. "It's not me I'm worried about," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He started to lift the shirt upwards, not pausing even when Shinya's eyes widened with surprise and awkwardness, until he'd lifted it as high as Shinya's collarbone. "It's you."
Slowly, Shinya lowered his head to look at his waist, and though he tried to remain calm, the color drained from his face. After a moment, he pushed Tommy's hand away and pulled his shirt back down, not making eye contact. "I-I'm fine," he mumbled. "It's fine, don't worry about it."
"How can I not worry about it?" Tommy asked. He felt overcome by fear that was quickly becoming hopelessness. "This was because I was scared. What happens if my data frays further? What will I do when I become angry?"
"That's not going to happen."
"You can't know that. Next time, I might seriously hurt you." He clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking. "I don't think it's safe for me to be around anyone. Maybe…maybe I need to go back to the digital world. That might be safer for everyone. For me… and for you."
"Don't say things like that!" Shinya yelled. He stood up, anger and frustration on his face. "We'll figure this out, alright? And if you have to go back to the digital world, it won't be for very long. Just until your data re-stabilizes! And you won't go alone, either. Takuya or I will come with you. Okay? So stop being dramatic."
"I'm not being dramatic. I'm being realistic," Tommy sighed. "Don't you get it?"
"I get it," Shinya crossed his arms, then winced and readjusted them quickly. "I get that last night you were still not okay. But this morning, you're much, much better. This is a huge progress! So what if I got a little bruised by it. Don't you feel better today? This means you're going to get stronger and better, not worse!"
"Do you really think so?" Tommy asked, afraid to hope it was true.
"I do," Shinya scowled. "Now come on, today is Saturday. So let's do something fun today." He pulled Tommy to his feet and began to chat loudly and demandingly about skateboarding, convenience stores, and soccer, until the worry that had been eating at Tommy began to die down bit by bit.
He wasn't quite normal yet, but his Tamer was right. Things were getting better.
Okay, he thought, allowing a smile to slowly spread over his face. I'll trust you Shinya. I am going to get better after all.
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When Takuya woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was extremely uncomfortable. The second was that he was no longer in his digimon form, but had reverted back to being human. The final and worst thing for him to realize was that he was trapped, his arms and legs bolted in place by unbreakable metal bonds. He was pinned to a wall, unable to move.
This was a lab, with counters covered in computers and chemistry equipment, sinks and beakers, test tubes and wires of all kinds. There was a table on the north side of the room that looks like it was used for human experimentation, as it too had clamps that were made to hold someone by their arms and legs. Six closed doors led to rooms that Takuya could not see, and in the very center of the room, there was a large cage.
A teenager was lying on the floor in the cage, his chest heaving up and down with haggard breaths. His brown hair was slick with sweat, sticking to his face and covering his eyes, and his arms jerked every once in a while as they lay by his sides. He was covered in cuts, and bleeding.
He couldn't have been more than sixteen years old.
This is monstrous! Takuya thought, sickened and terrified all at once. Who is this kid? How can Yutaka experiment on and torture a human being like this? His eyes were fixed upon the panting, unmoving teen, as he suffered in silence. His body was lean and muscled, the body of someone who is active and regularly exercises. Takuya couldn't see his face very well, but his jaw, collarbones, and adams apple were very strongly pronounced. He was the type of person that struck a memory, the instant one saw him—handsome, fit, and unique.
And yet, even though he didn't look familiar at all, Takuya felt like he should know him. Maybe it was the color of his hair? No, perhaps it was his hands. There was definitely something familiar about the shape of his hands.
"It's quite interesting," Yutaka proclaimed, walking swiftly into the room with a dissatisfied expression. "You're not human, you're digital monsters. And yet you can bleed." He grabbed a long, sharp metal rod—like a rapier without a hilt—and jabbed it into the cage, piercing the teenager's shoulder with it. The teen cringed, his breath halting for a moment, but he remained still and refused to talk. "You're disgusting."
"No you're disgusting!" Takuya yelled, growing furious. His eyes shifted red, and he could feel his energy building inside him like a volcano, ready to burst. "Leave him alone you monster!"
Yutaka left the metal rod sticking in the teen's shoulder, and walked over to where he'd pinned Takuya to the wall. His eyes and face were devoid of emotion. "I don't have time to waste speaking to an animal like you. I need to get more data."
"Why? What's your big plan?" Takuya growled. "Why would you experiment on your own brother for years like this? Why would you force digimon to run rampant until they die with no hope of returning? Why would you torture a human being while he's lying in a cage?" His voice rose as he spoke until he was yelling.
"Human being?" Yutaka scoffed. He walked toward the cage, kicking it with his foot. "You think this is a human being? This monstrosity is just like you; once a human, but now nothing more than a sick abomination to the human race, just like you. He is nothing more than an insect, and I will rule over him and all the other digimon in existence!"
Takuya blocked out everything except for those words—just like you. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and he turned to stare and the unmoving body in the center of the cage. It finally made sense. "JP," he whispered, horrified.
The body in the cage stopped panting. He froze, as though suddenly becoming alert, and turned his head very, very slowly to the side. Two dark grey eyes peering out at Takuya through his hair, wary with disbelief. After a second, his eyes widened in recognition.
"Oh you know each other," Yutaka sneered. "That's wonderful. I've finally found a way to break him." Whirling and grabbing a long, six inch knife from the counter next to him, he stabbed it quite suddenly into Takuya's chest.
Takuya's body jolted in horror, and he choked on blood that suddenly filled his throat. W-what? He thought, feeling the shock and pain starting to rush over him. He just… stabbed me?
"Now see here, Junpei," Yutaka smirked. "Your precious friend Takuya is going to die unless you surrender your power to me. Better hurry, time is running out."
JP sat up slowly, his dark blue eyes burning with a bright yellow light. His clothes and hair stiffened with static as he ripped the metal rod out of his shoulder. He did not speak, but his face was dark with fury.
"If you try to electrocute me again, I really will kill him," Yutaka snarled. He twisted the knife in Takuya's chest, causing him to cry out loudly in agony.
Hearing him, JP's expression faulted, and he turned to look at Takuya in despair. "Takuya," he whispered, his voice so raspy and ruined, it sounded like he'd been screaming for hours. Or days. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
But Takuya couldn't hear him anymore. The pain and helplessness were making his mind go crazy. The blood loss made him weak and light headed, and he couldn't concentrate. He couldn't remember what he was doing, or why he was there. All he could feel was his data fraying, peeling back and twisting into red threads of wrath.
My data is damaged, he thought desperately. My life is bleeding out of my chest. If I don't get out of here, I'll be destroyed!
"Answer me JP!" Yutaka yelled. "Surrender your power, or your friend dies!"
"What happened to you?" JP tried to yell back, his damaged vocal chords producing a mangled and much quieter sound than he would have wanted. "I was the one who dropped Tommy off four years ago, who met you and your family after our adventure in the digital world. You weren't like this then. How could you become like this? Listen to me and stop what you're doing!"
"Are you trying to save me, Junpei?" Yutaka laughed. "You're three years too late! I know what I'm doing, and nothing you do or say will stop me. Surrender!"
"I won't!"
"Then Takuya will die!"
Takuya had heard enough. He opened his mouth, and erupting from his throat came a horrible, wrathful scream like metal being torn and shredded apart. There was no sanity or humanity in the sound, only pure anger and power, mixed with pain. Around his arms and legs, the metal that held him began to grow red-hot, steaming with heat. Then the knife, plunged into his chest, also began to glow with a reddish orange heat.
Yutaka pulled away in horror, gripping his hand like he'd been burned. "What the hell are you?" he hissed. He ran to a computer and began to type into it furiously.
But Takuya couldn't hear him. He was freeing himself from his prison against the wall, and yanking the burning hot knife out of his ribs. The wound turned bright red, and welded shut with streams of data. Even then, the pain did not leave him. He turned bright red eyes onto his captor, and an inhuman growl rumbled in his chest.
JP stared at him with his mouth hanging open. It was like he didn't know what he was seeing. "Takuya?" he croaked. "Takuya are you in there? Takuya please calm down."
Two wings erupted from Takuya's back, and metal shields on his arms split in two, revealing quickly charging lasers. Kill him, he thought blankly. I'll kill him. I'll kill him now.
"Takuya snap out of it!" JP tried to yell. "Run away, quickly! Before it's too late! You won't succeed, trust me, just run away while you can!"
"Silence!" Yutaka snapped, just as Takuya's attack slammed into him. The room erupted into flames and smoke, and they had to cover their eyes to not be blinded by it. But to their dismay, when it cleared their captor remained completely unharmed, a digital shield protecting him. "Fool," he smirked. "I control all data with my satellites. And now I have fifty-five of them. That's just enough… just enough for me to have complete control over any digimon that doesn't have a Tamer!" He pointed his hand at Takuya's face, laughing. "Like you!"
Takuya couldn't hear him. He was trying desperately to attack, but he was frozen in place, like his strength was being sapped from somewhere he couldn't see. What was happening to him? Why was he in so much pain? How come he couldn't stay standing? Keeling over onto his hands and knees, he stared at the ground in bewilderment.
Yutaka walked closer, then kicked his side and sent him flying. "Soon I'll have a hundred satellites. And when I do, no digimon, even those with Tamers, will be able to resist my control. Even you, Junpei, will no longer be able to resist me."
"Don't do this," JP pleaded quietly. He gripped the bars of the cage, unable to do anything but watch as his captor walked over to Takuya and continued to kick him, over and over and over.
"And when I have a hundred satellites," Yutaka continued, his eyes gleaming with a crazed light, "I'll have Tomoki back, right where I want him."
He kicked Takuya into unconsciousness.
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I won't apologize for taking this story down darker and darker paths. The world is full of sick and twisted people, dark deeds of greed and violence, and terrible things that happen to men, women, and children alike. But somehow, light and good always finds a way to triumph in some way, so that the darkness never completely overcomes the world. That's why, in this story, I attempt to take the characters down paths they do not want to go, and see what will become of them once they reach the other side.
And I hope that you can experience the journey as well.
~Rukatofan
