Hi! And now we get to the point where I need to explain many things for many people lol. I'll try to keep things moving relatively forward, but the next few drabbles will probably be hopping around quite a bit. Just a warning.

Data Fragment 12: Scissors

Ryo lazily gazed down at the world from the sky, floating as if he was in water. Chaos unfurled below like a flower, as the electronics flashed and wailed either in agony or rapture. Moments later a massive, bizarre beam shot up, scaring away the clouds. It missed Ryo by feet, but Ryo only stared at it in placid fascination.

Whoa, that was a big one, thought Ryo, impressed, as the pillar of power finished and shrunk away. Well, it was a D-Ark. Those summon more energy than a plain old Digivice would.

Ryo felt a subtle shift in his consciousness, a mild but firm request for freedom. He extended his hand, and allowed part of his data to break off and reform as Monodramon. "What's up?"

"I wanna watch," replied the small purple dragon with a gleeful smile. His pupils were fine and sharp, like the blades of scissors. "I wanna see how everyone reacts now that their lives are being cut up into confetti."

"We're getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" asked Ryo, putting his hands behind his head and stretching out horizontally in the air. "It might be the beginning of the end, but it's still just the beginning. Besides, the point isn't destruction. It's just part of breaking the chains."

Monodramon huffed, folding his arms, but he grinned. "It'll still be fun to watch."

"Yes it will," agreed Ryo, also smiling. "And that's the whole point."

Ryo felt a strange charge building in the air. At first Ryo thought the broken D-Ark's effects were already taking place, but then he spotted a blonde boy with six sky-blue wings darting upward. He was mostly transparent, but not flickering, almost ready to jump back to the Digital World.

The boy noticed him and glared. Ryo merely waved and smiled, though it did not reach his eyes.

An instant later the boy was gone, not even leaving a feather behind.

"So it is their doing," Ryo muttered to himself, though he had suspected as much. If the virus had manifested here, a Saint must have come to deliver it to the unsuspecting population.

Only took them about a decade to finally settle on a name, Ryo thought with amusement. Tai had proudly texted their new titles a couple hours ago to Ryo's cellphone. Of course, said cellphone was soon fried with the obligatory virus. Ryo had just gotten that phone too, after Yamaki's little trap had roasted his old one. It didn't really matter, but it still irritated Ryo. He at least could properly control his viruses, so he could keep shiny new electronics for a while.

At this rate, everything's going back to the Stone Age, Ryo thought. And that'll be boring. I'll need to make sure some technology survives. It would be unsatisfying to just watch, after all. He wasn't about to limit his own choices, not when…

Ryo looked back down, where the previous cacophony of lights and sound had now become dim and hushed. This was a merging of worlds, an evolution, not yet another takeover from the Digital World. He wanted to see how it would transform, by its own choices. Though a nudge here and there wouldn't hurt.

There was no such thing as fate. Not anymore, anyway. No more cookie-cutter destinies. No more beings, human or Digimon, being trimmed to fit certain roles they had no say in. No, he had already snipped fate's thread, and the tapestry fluttered gloriously as it descended.

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So yeah, Ryo was way overdue for a drabble. Expect a lot of drabbles for Ryo actually. I need to explain how he ended up the way he is here. It involves the WonderSwan games, so I would recommend reading up on those :).