The Digidestined have the capital city–Fatum–and life seems nice. Is it only a well-done facade that fools all? Or is it actually happiness? Forces of Darkness have yet to resurface in any dangerous form, but only time will tell if this will stay. The Guardians have been quiet, too, but they have their own plans and objectives. And what about the children? Are they all right? How were they effected by the Guardians five years earlier during the battle against Noctem?





Eternal Night


By His Masters Voice
VincereNoctem@aol.com



Manzo stood just out of view from the growing audience of teenagers. At least there are people, he said, slightly more nervous than usual.

What were you expecting, Manzo? Thomas, the only Caucasian member of the band, said. He picked his guitar, holding it to his side. It's not like we're not popular in this city within our demographic range!

Have you been listening to your father again? Akeno, the drummer, smirked, spinning his drum sticks around. If you were....

Thomas glared at Akeno, putting the guitar strap over his shoulders. It's a perfectly understandable term for people that pay attention in math and social studies!

No wonder why I'm lost, complained Minoru, the band's bass player.

The theater director walked into the room, tapping his watch. It's 8:08, you could start now or wait the two minutes.

Why don't you go out and start introductions, it will only take a second for us to get out, Manzo said.

Okay, you have those three seconds, the director said, heading towards stage. When he walked onto stage, the bright lights pointed at his location, partially blinding him. May I have your attention! he said, the microphone in front of him amplifying his voice greatly. Please lend you eyes and ears to your favorite band... Iku-Ikasuchi-No-Kami!

An immediate cheer erupted from the giant audience, followed by dimming of the lights for a different mood. Manzo walked onto stage slowly, followed by the other band members. He glanced up to see the huge number of people in his age group filling the first thirty rows of seating. Various lights danced across the stage, producing long shadows of everything they touched. The director walked off of stage, smiling as Manzo took his place.

Grabbing the microphone, Manzo said, Hello, everyone! We actually have a new song for all of you. Hope you like it! He motioned to Thomas on his right, then to Minoru. Both started to play their instruments immediately, starting slow, then quickly increasing the tempo.


Bits of data swirled around several seats in the furthest row from the stage. It slowly gathered together into solid forms--four humans. They took their appearances according to what was originally brought into the data transfer. Tai, Kari, TK, and Ken were the final result of the transfer, all of which were sitting in their seats. Great! We're late! Kari complained, resting her head back.

It couldn't have until started seconds ago, Tai informed, holding a bag of popcorn in his lap.

Kari raised a brow, glancing at the food her brother carried. Tai, why did you bring popcorn? We can only be here for a few minutes.

I'm just happy Sora didn't kill me for doing this, so I don't need you yelling at me, too, he said, defensively.

Ken glared at the two siblings. Hey, the show is starting! Can I listen?


Someone's always telling me I'm no good.
Well I don't care what you say.
Someone's always giving me a hard time.
Well I live day to day.
Someone's always putting me in my place,
like I don't know where I am,
so I'll just sit here in the corner
without any direction.

Maybe it's all in my head.
I think that it's something you said.
I understand that some things will never change never change.


Manzo closed his eyes as the lights bathed in their glow, the heat coming from them already effected him slightly. He sensed that someone had used a teleportation power seconds earlier, bringing himself and three others into the theater--Manzo couldn't tell who they were.

Someone's always kicking me to the curb,
well it's grinding off my face.
Someone's always pushing me to the side,
like I'm standing in the way.
Someone's always getting up my face,
like I don't know who I am.
Too old to get them in the corner
without any direction.

Somebody's always out to get me.
Somebody's always trying to kill me.
Understand some things will never change.
Couldn't you have just stayed the same?
Why did you have to go and say
understand some things don't change?

Why did you have to go and change?
Couldn't you have just stayed the same?
Why did you have to go and say
understand some things don't change?


Manzo opened his eyes again before starting the last few lines. Simultaneously, he accessed his scanning powers, acting like a third eye with a fish-eye view on the world. This secondary sight jumped around the theater at high speeds, trying to find the exact location of the teleportation. When he found them, Manzo was shocked to see his father, Tai, Kari, and TK seemingly enjoying the show. And to his surprise, Tai looked up, as if he knew Manzo was using the power and had found them. He snapped out of the power.

Never change.
Some things never change.
Some things never change.


The band played their final notes, then stopped abruptly. As the lights started to flutter around the theater again, no longer focusing on Manzo, he felt his entire body tense up. It was an eerie feeling to him, but he knew the reason why it existed and how to get rid of it. Yet he couldn't here, not in public. Now I know how the older Digidestined felt when they were still too young to handle their powers,' he thought, the tense slowly fading out of existence once more. Manzo took hold of the microphone again. Okay! We're going to be playing four more songs for you. Do you like that?

Everyone teenager in the audience cheered as loud as they could.

I'll take that as a yes, he smiled. Manzo turned to Akeno, who was sitting at his drums. Start slower than usual, then increase the beat, he said, covering the microphone so his words wouldn't be heard elsewhere.

Akeno nodded. Sure thing. You're going to go in the order we agreed upon, right?

Of course, Manzo turned back to the loud audience. Thomas and Minoru started to play at once, moving as fast as Akeno, who also started.

I know how to heal.
I know what to show.
And what to conceal.

I know when to talk.
I know when to touch.
No one ever died
From wanting too much.



Wormmon bounced to the beat of Manzo's band, his antennae higher than usual from the joy. He enjoyed that his partner was having so much fun, even though it was by doing things considered pointless to a Digimon usually. Go, Manzo, go! he cheered, ignoring all other things around him.

A gateway opened behind the insectoid Digimon, yet it made no sounds and produced no lights by doing so. On the other side of the breach was darkness; pure, uninterrupted darkness. Something passed through the gateway, but it was invisible to the naked eye, leaving the creature with the best defense possible.

Wormmon had a chill travel up his spine as he realized who was there. I know you're there, he whispered, closing his eyes.

Does it matter? the interloper said, floating silently in the air.

Why are you here, Guardian? Wormmon asked, turning around to face the creature, even though the Guardian was invisible.

Can't I watch my charge follow his dreams? the Guardian of Kindness returned.

Wormmon glared at Manzo. My partner is not your charge! Your charge is Ken! Manzo's father! He turned away to look at his partner. And there should be a Guardian of Change protecting and guiding Manzo, he has that Crest. So why doesn't a Guardian of Change exist?

Oh, but there is a Guardian of Change, Wormmon, the Guardian said. Yet he cannot actively participate in our work.

Why not?

The Guardian fluttered past the still open gateway, moving directly in front of Wormmon. The Crest was made artificially sixteen years ago by the Digital Aftermath in the attempt to make more powerful forces. It wasn't created appropriately, so energies weren't shared properly. This is why I am here, to take that role that the Guardian of Change cannot.


The world is not enough.
But it is such a perfect place to start, my love.
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart, my love.

I feel safe.
I feel scared.
I feel ready.
And yet I'm prepared.



The Guardian floated back unknowingly, now technically on stage, yet would never be visible. He realized his horrible error, but it was too late to rectify it to satisfaction.

As Manzo sung, his black D-3 suddenly went off, beeping frantically. His senses were being overwhelmed with incoming data from the one thing he didn't want nearby. No other member in the band noticed, their music was drowning out the sounds.

Hanako and Rinji were enjoying their older brother's music, when their D-3s started beeping. Both looked to each other, knowing what it meant. They were in the front row, alongside the other cheering teenagers, and both could clearly see that Manzo's D-3 was acting the same way. Hanako took her pink D-3 into her left hand, then brought it as close to her face as needed to actually see what was on the screen. Thousands of ones and zeros raced across the display, yet she could read the numbers as easily as Japanese. A Guardian has come into our sight range, possibly on stage! Hanako yelled to her brother.

What is it? Rinji's Veemon asked, only now noticing something was wrong.

Hanako's Hawkmon turned to the others. Why are you talking so much?

We have to leave! Rinji yelled. There's a Guardian in the area!

The two Digimon looked to each other, then moved as quickly as possible to an available exit. Both siblings pushed their way through the cheering crowd, but it was quick, they were already near the end of the row. Hanako ran while looking at her D-3, relying on her brother to tell her if she could ran into something. According to the available data, the Guardian is on stage with a Digimon, she stated, having the door opened for her by Rinji. The Digimon were standing at the top of the steps, waiting for their partners. To the stage, Hanako ordered.

Hawkmon took to the air, flying towards the stage. Where are you? he muttered, moving through an open door. Quickly, the bird Digimon landed in the room just to the side of the stage, seeing Wormmon. Where's the Guardian?

The insect Digimon slowly turned around, looking inquisitive. Guardian? What Guardian?

Veemon, Rinji, and Hanako entered the room, ready to release a barrage of questions to the Guardian. Where is he? Rinji asked, seeing how the D-3s still said that a Guardian was near.

Already asked that question, Hawkmon said, frowning.

Veemon sighed. If he's not here, then let's go back to--

The Guardian is outside! Hanako exclaimed, interrupting the blue Digimon. We have to find out why a Guardian would come here unless there was a threat approaching! She ran out the door, then yelled back, Come on!

I love these little chases, whined Rinji, running after his sister, followed by their Digimon.

Wormmon took a deep breath, lowering himself closer to the ground in the process. Why do I have to lie about such events...


The side entrance to the theater burst open with one shove from Hanako. According to the D-3, the Guardian was flying towards the Protectorate headquarters. Okay, he's moving faster than we can run. She held up her D-3 as Hawkmon and Veemon ran out, strangely before Rinji.

Hawkmon digivolve to... Aquilamon.

Rinji looked down to his Digimon. Veemon, it's your turn!

Veemon digivolve to... ExVeemon.

Both kids got onto their Digimon, then took to the air, causing a gust to whip around below them. They moved above the taller buildings, giving them a fantastic view of Fatum. Most Digidestined and Digimon were inside their homes, which explained the glow to the city from the lights. Everything else was either nocturnal Digimon or Digidestined that had jobs at night with those nocturnal beings. ExVeemon and Aquilamon flew as fast as they could, heading towards the literal shining beacon of the city--the Protectorate building. It was brightly lit from quarters inside and Command & Control being quite active with its skeleton crew. Hanako was mesmerized by the passing lights, so much so that she almost lost hold of her D-3.

Are you all right, Hanako? Aquilamon asked, angling his head to see her.

Yeah, it's just I'm tired and the lights are beautiful, she said, resuming her gaze at her D-3. Hanako squinted to see the screen better, but was confused by the data. Guys, the Guardian is moving about twice as fast as we can go at this level!

But we can't warp-digivolve, ExVeemon stated. We've never digivolved at such an altitude before.

Aquilamon started, the data conversion factors could leave you without a perch to be on!

Rinji glanced ahead, seeing the various defensive Digimon flying around the Protectorate building. Digivolve to Ultimate, the risk is lower, and the increased speed could still help.

Fine! ExVeemon digivolve to... Paildramon.

Just be careful, Hanako. He started to glow brightly, Aquilamon digivolve to... Silphymon.

Hanako found herself in a rather precarious position–being held by her feet as she dangled towards the ground. Could you help! she yelled, flailing her arms wildly. Silphymon pulled her up, taking Hanako into his strong arms. Now I know what you mean by without a perch.'

Rinji sat atop his Paildramon, smiling wily. I had a fine time, nothing happened. Paildramon isn't an evil Digimon and does his best, unlike Silphymon apparently. He felt the wind wash over his face as his Digimon's speed increased suddenly.

Glaring, Hanako didn't mind her purple hair whipping around behind her. Go jump off a bridge! she yelled.

Focus on the goal, children, Paildramon stated, using his large eyes to gather more light to see the Guardian better.

Yes, I agree with Paildramon, said Silphymon. Hanako, how much further?

Hanako looked at her D-3, slightly surprised she still had it in hand after the digivolution. He's about twenty... she looked closer to her Digivice, reading the new data, he's gone.

Rinji asked.

she nodded. The Guardian just disappeared into thin air! No gateway was even detected, though.

Great! This was a waste of time! He sighed deeply, Okay, Hanako, go back home, tell Mom. I'm going back to tell Manzo. See you by nine! Paildramon reared back, changing his direction to get back to the theater.

Oh, thanks for asking, Hanako said, frowning. Okay, Silphymon, head back home...

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Tai relaxed in his seat, barely listening to Manzo's band anymore. Taking deep, equally-spaced breaths, he silenced his senses and their wishes to scan for more anomalies. And the Guardian's decoy is gone, he whispered, soft enough so no one else would hear. Probably should have told Rinji and Hanako before they ran off to find him.

What was that, Tai? Kari asked, having heard a few sounds from him.

Oh, nothing. I was just thinking outloud...

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Manzo stood in one of the side rooms of the theater, the other band members happily with him; the concert now over. He was on guard, his senses telling him that a Guardian had been there and that it could mean danger. Can't let him get to you,' he thought, realizing he was shaking slightly.

Hey, Manzo, Akeno tapped him on the shoulder. The Ichijouji child jumped from the contact, abruptly moving into a defensive posture. Don't hurt me, tiger!

Sighing, Manzo relaxed from the position, then took a seat on a nearby chair. Sorry about that, something's bugging me. A lot.

Akeno gave a good chuckle, a smile on his face. Well, at least you're not one of those Digidestined with powers! It would really suck to be able to sense disturbances in the worlds around you! Now that would bug you!

Yeah... that would be bad, Manzo said, thinking the conversation was going the wrong way.

But that wasn't what I wanted to say, though. We have a lot of fans that want to see us, so should we let some of them in? Akeno asked. He nudged Manzo lightly, smiling once again. What about Miya? The girl you like?

Manzo blushed, but tried his best to hide it. I don't like her! At least not the way you are thinking!

Thomas laughed from across the room, ending his conversation with Minoru. Good one, Manzo! he said. Everyone in this group knows you like her!

Minoru turned to Manzo, shaking his head. Don't deny it, Manzo. Just grow up and let the worlds know!

Manzo yelled. Just let the people in so they can meet us! But I don't understand why they want to, many of them have classes with us.

Akeno walked towards the door, then opened it up slowly. A massive group of cheering teenagers stood just beyond, being held off by Manzo's Stingmon. Thanks, Stingmon, I don't know what we do without you.

The insect Digimon looked down to the Digidestined. You would use your Digimon for this job?

Akeno laughed sheepishly. Yeah, guess we would. But they like to stay home for things like this and eat the refrigerator clean.

Hey, why aren't the people coming in? Thomas yelled from inside.

I'll take that as a hint, Akeno whispered. He looked to the congregation, then decided what to do. Okay, as many people that can fit into the room can come in! And no pushing, yelling and screaming, or outrageous dashes towards band members to hug them, at least not yet.

To his surprise, Akeno was pushed to the side as the girls ran into the room yelling and screaming. Manzo, Thomas, and Minoru stood to attention as they were rushed by the fans, most of which were girls. With his hair a little messed up, Akeno walked back into the room, followed by Stingmon. So much for order, Akeno complained, receiving a nod from the Champion Digimon.

Manzo was smiling at all the people, but was suddenly pulled into a hug by someone. Oh, hello, Miya, he said, blushing. I'm happy to see you, too!

Good job, Manzo! Miya said, hugging even tighter than before. She had brown hair down to her shoulders, which was soft to the touch. Her eyes were a deep blue, standing out against her other features. And, to the liking of many boys, she had a wonder smile that made you fall for her instantly. Few can compare to you! she released him, giving him time to breathe again.

I'm glad you feel that way, Manzo said, the blush quickly fading away.

Thomas glared at Manzo from across the room. He gets the girls! he complained to Minoru. We get the ones that have weird tastes and that are ugly!

One of the girls heard the poorly chosen words, then immediately walked up to Thomas. You complete, ungrateful ass! she slapped him as hard as possible across the face, then charged out of the room.

Thomas clenched his cheek. To his utter surprise, the last two people to ever be at the concert entered the room–Tai and Ken. This is getting strange...

Tai moved straight for Manzo, followed closely by Ken, both with unreadable faces. Come on, Manzo, we have to go back to the Protectorate building, Taichi stated.

Tai, Dad, what are you doing here? Were you the ones I detected? Manzo asked, noticing the large crowd of teenagers were getting interested.

said Ken, ignoring the stares he was receiving. We have to go back now, as Tai said.

But I detected four people, where are the other two? Manzo continued to question.

TK and Kari went home to make sure the kids didn't do anything. Tai touched Manzo's left shoulder, And we go now! Suddenly, the two older Digidestined and Manzo broke down into data.

Stingmon was shocked that he was left behind. How annoying! he exclaimed, turning to walk out of the room. As he rounded the corner, a younger Digidestined ran into him. Oh, Rinji, it's you. Where's you sister?

She went home, Stingmon, Rinji said, his Veemon standing next to him. I came back to tell my brother something, so where is he?

Not here, the insect Digimon said. Tai and Ken took him home without me. I'm frankly quite insulted by–

Why were they here? Rinji interrupted. Okay, let's head back. Wish I knew this before Veemon and I came all the way back!

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Manzo and Ken regathered in the Ichijouji quarters, in the same position as when they broke down into data. Looking around briefly, Manzo asked, Where's Tai?

Ken took a set on the couch, stretching out to relax. He went back to Sora and their kids.

Manzo said, that takes a lot of concentration to have the people of one group go to different target locations!

Don't deviate from what you know this is about, Ken stated, taking a deep breath. We've told you multiple times that you shouldn't schedule events this late at night. And we've told you that you should spent your time training with the rest of us. You're going to need it, after all!

I don't want to train with you! Manzo shouted. I am the most powerful Digidestined!

Of the second generation, Ken corrected, getting up to look at his son. You are the most powerful of the second generation. But Tai has always been the most powerful of the Digidestined, and look at all the things he's gone through in his life! We have all gone through great pains in our journey here, it won't just stop for you.

The front door opened, revealing Hanako and Yolei, already in a conversation. ... And a Guardian came to the concert, then mysteriously took off for no reason I can– Hanako immediately saw her brother, Manzo, you're home!

Yeah, I'll talk to you about the infiltration' when I'm done here, Manzo motioned for his sister to leave.

On the way to her room, Hanako mouthed good luck,' but she doubted he picked it up. Yolei closed the door behind her as she followed her daughter into the room.

Back to what I was saying, Ken walked in front of Manzo. Tai has said that our mission isn't over. This thing called the Final Destiny' still hasn't come to pass, which worries me. Whatever we do in the Final Destiny will determine the future of all Digidestined. All the longer it takes for this event to happen, the stronger the thing we have to fight!

Manzo questioned. You guys have always been able to defeat what comes against us!

But this event is supposedly our last Digital World related deed foreseen by the Holy Beasts and the Guardians! Don't you think that this enemy or whatever will be the most powerful? Ken started to pace. If we failed, then you Digidestined of the second generation will have to fight in our place. That means you have to be strong, stronger than us!

Okay, I get the point! Manzo threw his arms into the air. I'm going to my room to think about this. And I'm tired as it is.

You better do the right thing, Manzo! Ken yelled as his son closed the door behind him. Please do the right thing...

A tapping on the windows took Ken's attention away from his thoughts. He headed to the balcony doors, then slid them open. Okay, if people keep on using this door, I'm going to make this the main entrance! Ken looked at his son, Rinji, his Digimon, and Veemon. Took you this long to get home? he moved out the doorway to allow them in.

Rinji was happy he had such short hair, it would be a mess after so much travel through the air. First the little chase this direction! Then back to the theater to tell Manzo after the concert, but I find out that you and Tai took Manzo back here! He instantly went for the couch, stretching out just like his father had done earlier. We really have to work out a system of communication to fix this problem!

Stingmon took a seat on one of the seats, while Veemon stood his ground near the balcony door. Where's Manzo? the insect asked.

Ken looked at the duplicate of his partner Digimon. In his room to think.

Rinji's eyes became as wide as they could, quickly getting off the couch. Dad! Why did you let him go to his room!

It's only a simple act, said Ken. It's not the end of the worlds.

His computer is in there! Rinji yelled.

Ken promptly ran towards Manzo's room, bursting through the door. Sighing in dismay, he was in a completely dark room, no one visible. he growled.

Rinji entered the room. he said, pointing to the computer, a DigiPort is active.

Stingmon got out of his seat, then peered into the room. Not again! Why do I keep on being left behind?

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Manzo was sprawled over some unsuspecting person that happened to have a laptop. The man was unconscious, apparently because Manzo's foot had gone into his face when coming through the DigiPort. I should get out of here, Manzo said, knowing a person could walk by any second. Moving slowly, he came out of the secluded area and into a slightly busier area; weren't too many around. Where am I? he pondered, studying the surroundings carefully. The one feature that instantly caught his attention was the giant tower about twenty meters to his right. So I'm in Japan. He looked at the red and white tower known as Tokyo Tower, accompanied by several spot lights shining upon it. Manzo started to walk towards the landmark, glad that it was cooler in Tokyo than in Fatum, despite the months being the same.

The first thing Manzo noticed near the tower was construction information, worth at least a glance. He read over the information carefully, becoming interested in the history. Two parts caught his attention were dates. Tower destruction: January 3, 2009. Tower reconstruction: September 23, 2010. Manzo became puzzled, Destroyed? Why was it destroyed?

Because the war between the Holy Alliance and the Digital Aftermath reached a boiling point at that time, a voice said behind Manzo.

Manzo closed his eyes. Guardian, why are you here?

I've been hearing that a lot lately, the Guardian replied. And can't I enjoy some quality time with my charge?

Why are you here? Manzo repeated.

The Guardian flew in front of the Ichijouji child, but his invisibility kept him concealed. I'm hear to talk to you. You're a good person, Manzo, so it's nice to speak with you.

Manzo started to walk away from Tokyo Tower, the Guardian was sure to flutter close behind. Okay, Guardian, tell me about this giant fight that the first generation of Digidestined went through. To his dismay, people started to look at him for appearing to be speaking with himself.

As you've undoubtedly heard, Tai, Matt, Davis, and Joe were corrupted by Noctem--the creature you fought just over five years ago in the Digital World. Back then, the Holy Beasts ordered us Guardians to remain reasonably secretive, so we couldn't help for the most part. Except the Guardian of Light didn't follow the rules, she went around bending the minds of the good' Digidestined to her will. Your parents don't know this, you're the first, Manzo. Anyway, after TK and Kari went on their date–a French restaurant, I believe–the Digital Aftermath attacked Odaiba. The second we sensed this intrusion, she went around the Holy Alliance main base, slowly having the Digidestined feel a need to get to the Real World. At the same time, the Guardian of Light had TK and Kari go around working against the Digital Aftermath, the Guardian of Kindness realized a few people had heard him, thus deciding to change his speech patterns.

Yeah, so? You've only told me about how their minds were bent to your will. What a surprise, Manzo said in a sarcastic tone. Now what happened?

The Digital Aftermath had locked out the main pathways of the ports to and from the worlds. With that, the Holy Alliance couldn't get to the Real World to fight their enemies–their old friends and older siblings. But in the time it took your mother and her friends to reach the battle scene, hundreds were already killed–obliterated, the Guardian was now speaking directly into Manzo's mind, as to not draw more attention. It was then TK and Kari found your father, and the deeply rooted insecurities he had with him. You'll learn about these insecurities most likely from the source in the future. Anyhow, data convertors were employed to delete entire buildings and the people trapped inside. It just so happened that Tokyo Tower was one of those structures deleted out of existence. Understand?

Manzo shook his head to rid the strange feeling that followed the mental intrusion. Okay, that's interesting. And rather sick. Oh, and was that you that I sensed during my concert? he asked, but received no answer. Guardian? Guardian! He looked around in consternation, immediately finding out his self-styled protector was gone. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

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End of that day, beginning of the next. Poor Manzo, going through so much. He never did like the idea of fitting in, but the extent he was going was a little too far; and he probably thought the same thing, but didn't know how to fix it. At least it was now Saturday, it would allow Manzo to cool himself off before going back to school.

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Ken sat at the kitchen table, going over several readers on the latest Digital World data. A dirtied plate was in front of him, with a knife and a fork atop it. Yolei, that gang of Digidestined attacked another location last night after the concert, he stated, never taking his eyes off the information.

Yolei turned away from the refrigerator, closing it behind herself. Again? That's the third time this week!

I know. Ken placed the reader onto the table, glancing at his wife. The only reason we can't find them is because of their powers; they're roughly fifty percent of what Tai and I can currently achieve. Once these gang members reach Kari's level of power, we will have problems far greater than we can imagine!

Hanako strolled into the kitchen, fixating her attention on the refrigerator. But can their powers be that great? she asked, obviously listening on the conversation before she entered.

Are we that loud? Yolei questioned, looking slightly worried.

Don't fret, Mother, I got up on my own, Hanako said, starting to rummage for food.

I'm only worried about Manzo's safety, he's still not home, said Ken, resuming his reading. He snapped his finger, getting Hanako's attention, then pointed to the table; food was already set out. She danced over to her father, kissed him on the cheek, then sat to eat the food. What about Rinji? Or Manzo's Wormmon? Ken looked up from his materials, And where's my Wormmon?

Hawkmon flew into the kitchen, realizing it was the center of socializing this morning. Time for my sushi! he cheered, landing in front of the refrigerator.

Yolei frowned. Hey, partner, it's already on the table!

Smiling as best he could, Hawkmon closed the door, quickly hugged Yolei, then took a seat in front of his food. Thank you so much, Yolei! he started swallowing as much as he could.

Everyone is in such a happy mood this morning! Yolei exclaimed. It's not like this family at such early times!

Ken opened his mouth to speak, but a crashing sound came from the bedrooms. Looking back to his family, he quickly found their stares as an incentive to find out. he called out, getting out of his seat. Ken walked through the living room slowly, then opened the door into Rinji's room. Strangely enough, the room was dark and only some movement could be detected. He clicked on the light, but wasn't looking around immediately. Rinji, what happen– Ken could have had his jaw hit the floor if it wasn't physically impossible. Manzo! Rinji, what happened!

Rinji looked at his father, his older brother laying next to him. Hey, Dad. Time for breakfast? he asked sheepishly from the floor.

Why is Manzo in your room! When did he come back? Ken interrogated, trying to get a grasp the new event.

Well, I was kind of getting out of bed to have breakfast, then noticed a DigiPort was just activated on my computer. A moment later, Manzo came out of it! Rinji was laughing slightly, but didn't want it noticed. And he knocked down my lamp, breaking it; that's probably what you heard.

Ken closed his eyes. Rinji, go eat breakfast. I'm taking Manzo into his room. Tell Mom. With that, the black-haired child ran out of his room. Damn it, Manzo, he growled, moving over to his barely conscious son. Ken lifted his son up, putting him over his left shoulder; having powers had their perks. He walked into the living room, then took the sharp corner directly into Manzo's darkened room. The only light in the room was from the DigiPort that had been activated from the previous night, but that was rather dim. Using his free hand, Ken waved his hand over the light censor, causing the lights to turn on. What am I going to do with you? Ken pondered as he dropped Manzo onto his bed. To his surprise, Manzo's Wormmon was sleeping next to the bed, accompanied by his Wormmon. That answers one question. On to the next, Ken gently slapped his son several times to awaken him.

Manzo smiled weakly. Just five more minutes, sweetie, he mumbled.

Ken moved away when he smelled his son's breath. Oh, what have you been drinking?

Maybe some more sake would help me wake up, Manzo continued, rolling over in bed so his back was to his father.

Ken trailed off, shaking his head slowly. Okay, I need to know what he did. He slapped Manzo across the face again, only this time a lot harder. Hey, Manzo, wake up! Join us in this world!

I'm awake! Manzo jumped up, startled by his dad. Before he could completely acknowledge his existence, he said, Oh, man, that wasn't normal... Manzo noticed his father, coke. Yeah, coke.

Nice try, Manzo! Ken snapped. I know you had some sake to drink. Too much, in fact. You said it yourself in your rather intoxicated–

If I was intoxicated, I couldn't have gotten up this fast! Manzo corrected, feeling a horrible headache coming on.

Okay, it was a hangover. So where were you?

Enjoying myself, offered Manzo, closing his eyes to stop the onslaught of light coming from all around him.

Ken glared at his son. I can see that! Now, where were you? You said sweetie' in your unconscious state. Who? And where?

After a lot of walking, and a DigiPort later, I found myself in a great place. You don't want to know...


Yolei was standing the doorway, neither within the room knowing she was there. Where did you go, Manzo? Why are you doing this?' she thought, casting yet another worried gaze. Sluggishly, Yolei walked towards the video phone, taking a seat in front of it. Dial the Takaishi residence! Yolei ordered.



After a few seconds of waiting, the screen flickered on, showing Kari. She was dressed in a robe and her hair wasn't its usual smooth self. Oh, hello, Yolei. What's up?

Did I wake you? Yolei asked, feeling sorry. If I did, I'm–

Don't worry, Kari interrupted, yawning slightly. I was already awake, but TK isn't, as usual. So... what's up?

With a second of thought, Yolei blurted out, Scan Manzo.

Kari was a bit taken back by the idea, she hadn't actually used the power for years.

As you may have hear–somehow–Manzo left the house last night for the Real World. He didn't come back until a few minutes ago. And he won't say where he was during that time, he has the idea that we wouldn't want to know, Yolei took a deep breath after her statement.

Kari sighed, you know I don't like scanning people!

Please, Kari! I need to know this to see if my son is doing safe things!

Kari gave in, closing her eyes to concentrate. She started to faintly glow a wonderful hue of blue, outlining her body's features. A minute later, Kari's eyes opened abruptly, looking shocked; taking away the glow. Do you want to know?

Yolei almost panicked because of her friend's expression. What is it? What did Manzo do?

Rephrase that to who did Manzo do.' Kari bit her lower lip, trying to think of a way to say it, but ultimately decided to be blunt about it. Manzo was in the... Kabukicho area of Japan. Yeah, the first of the top Digidestined and their children to be there, I think...

Yolei felt like she was shot several times. Kabukicho? My little boy went to Kabukicho? No!

Kari started to feel bad herself; the use of her powers were one thing, but it was another to scan a close teenager with such experiences.' I'm sorry, Yolei, but mental scans don't lie unless the person had intense training. I have a feeling that you don't want the rest.

Tell me, Yolei ordered.

He got drunk with some sake, and met someone to have some fun with, Kari did her best to avoid the truth, trying ease the facts in.

Tell me, Yolei repeated, thinking she already knew. Tell me all of it!

Manzo had sex with a whore in Kabukicho, just another event between drinking. Kari could see how much pain her friend was going through. I'm sorry. He's a good kid, but it seems like something happened to Manzo to push him over the edge. Do you know what it could be?

Tai and Ken took Manzo home last night, and my husband was saying that he really should train for future battles. Sighing, Yolei said, And Manzo probably got tired of it and took off for the Real World after going to his room to think.'

That was most likely it, Kari pointed out.

Okay, thanks, Kari. You can get back to your life now. Bye, Yolei gave a slight wave before the screen went black. Computer, dial the Izumi residence!



The screen came back on, but this time had Helen on it. Hey, Yolei, she said, smiling. Need anything?

Yeah, I need to speak with Izzy. Is he around? asked Yolei.

Helen smirked. He's surprisingly awake! I dragged him out of bed twenty minutes ago. She looked off screen, then called out, Izzy, honey, Yolei's calling!

A second later, the screen was divided into two–Helen in one half, Izzy in the other. Hey, Yolei. What do–oh, wait–Sweetie, you can hang up now!

said Helen, then her half went black.

Automatically, the screen adjusted accordingly, giving Izzy's image room to go to normal size. Okay, now we can speak! So what do you need?

I need you to lock Manzo's D-3 out of all DigiPort functions for the rest of the weekend. Can you do that? Yolei was prepared to stop Manzo at all costs so she could talk to him long enough to get her message across.

Izzy looked puzzled. Yeah, Yolei, I can do that. Can I ask why?

Manzo's been a bad boy. A very, very bad boy!

Izzy was again puzzled. How so?

Yolei sighed, not wanting to continue this particular conversation. I'll tell you later. Bye! She immediately pressed a button beside the screen, ending the call. Computer, dial the Kido residence!

Dialing... Dialing... Dialing... Dialing... I'm sorry, but no one is home. Do you wish to leave a message? the computer said, in a soft, feminine voice.

Yolei ordered, her adrenaline causing her words to seem more angry than they were. She ran through the kitchen, past Hanako and Rinji, and into the bedroom where her commpad would be waiting.

Hanako stared blankly into space, while Rinji waved his hand in front of her repeatedly to get her attention. Hey, sister, why all statue-like all of a sudden?

Shaking her head, Hanako broke out of her daze and looked at her brother squarely in the eye. You didn't hear what Kari said! she yelled, but soft enough so that neither parent would hear. Manzo was in the Kabukicho, Rinji!

Rinji asked. What is that place?

Prostitutes are there, Hanako said in a whispered tone. Manzo has sex with one of the prostitutes, at least!

Rinji almost fell out of his seat. I would almost say he was lucky, but not with would could happen as a result of his choice.

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Reiko and Akira sat in the living room of their house, relaxing as best they could. What do you want to do? Reiko asked, stretching her arms behind her. This Saturday is going to a waste!

I know at least something we could do, Akira smirked. He called out, Hey, Keitaro, get over here!

A second later, the five year old, blond-haired boy ran into the room. His Salamon came trotting in after him, holding a small plastic toy in his mouth. You want to talk to me? Keitaro questioned.

Akira said, go get us some cookies!

Reiko rolled her eyes. That was your brilliant idea! We could have used our powers for that!

Oh, be quiet, Akira hit his sister's legs, it was the only thing he could reach. Okay, Keitaro? Go get us some cookies!

Keitaro frowned. That's it? I thought you wanted to play with me...

Don't worry, Reiko smiled weakly, I'll play with you in a little while.

All right! Keitaro ran out of the living room towards the kitchen, nearly tripping over his Digimon in the process.

That will keep him busy for a second, Akira stated, looking at the ceiling. Hope he comes back fast, though.

With a moment's pause, Reiko finally got an idea of what to do. That's it!

What's it? Akira returned, looking at his sister strangely.

Let's fly around the city! Reiko yelled, jumping up into the air. We'll have our Digimon digivolve and we can fly with them to see all the sights!

Keitaro wondered back into the room, holding the cookie jar in his hands. You're going where? he asked innocently. Can I come?

Reiko cheered, jumping on the couch. We'll all go! With the cookies, too!

Haven't we been around the city before? Akira asked, raising an eyebrow. It's not like everything changed during the night.

Oh, be quiet! Reiko stopped bouncing, but remained on the couch. If you don't want to go, then you can stay with Mom and Dad. Do you?

Akira sighed in defeat. If you put it that way....

Let's go! Reiko threw her fist in the air, then ran off with Keitaro and the cookies into another room.

But can't everything stay quiet? Akira asked to no one. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked into the other room, still hoping for cookies. Okay, where are you? Immediately, he saw Reiko and Keitaro on the balcony with their Digimon, including his. he yelled, running through the dinning room to the open balcony door. Patamon, why did you so easily go with them? Akira asked his Digimon.

The mammal Digimon grinned widely. Because I want to! he beamed. And your Dad's Patamon is far too series and powerful! I can't even safely wrestle with him!

Keitaro peered over the edge briefly to see the massive city below, then moved back from a small fear. Is it safe?

What is? Reiko asked. Flying around or Dad's Digimon?

He means flying! Keitaro's Salamon said, bouncing to get attention. So can we go? I haven't digivolved in such a long time!

Yeah, but Patamon should go first, Reiko offered. If either of our Digimon fail to digivolve, them he'll be there to catch them.

Patamon laughed sheepishly, flying away from the safety of the balcony. Sure, leave it all to be! Patamon warp-digivolve to... Goldramon.

The Angel Digimon stretched out his six metal wings, also whipping his tail around to get used to the form again. he boomed, you can digivolve now, I don't think I'll drop you.

Reiko's Salamon jumped off the balcony. Very funny! Salamon warp-digivolve to... Ophanimon. The Angel Digimon took a deep breath, adjusting to her new vision because of the helmet over her eyes. Come, Salamon, your turn!

Keitaro looked down to his Digimon with worried eyes. Be careful.

Don't worry, Kei! the puppy Digimon cheered, getting onto the balcony railing. Salamon warp-digivolve to... a pillar of black and white light slammed into the Digimon. He moved into his Champion form, Gatomon, moments later. Another light hit, forcing him into the Ultimate–Angewomon. The last light hit, turning the Digimon into Mega. He had metal feathers colored gold, most of which were pointed in various positions to act like a shark's skin. His four legs–which often acted like hands–were poised under his body, talons glistening. Two golden wings hung over his body, shining radiantly. ... Eaglemon.

Who's joking now? Eaglemon mused, snapping his beak loudly to further the image.

Akira entered Goldramon's strong arms, not a single care for the altitude at which he was doing this. At least my Digimon doesn't have a gender crisis during the Ultimate level! he smirked, feeling the warmth from his Digimon.

Got you there, Eaglemon, Reiko said, also in her Digimon's protective arms.

Eaglemon glared at the two Digidestined, feeling Keitaro climbing onto his back. You know very well that my digivolutions were scrambled because of mixed data! After all, I stay in the avian category for my latter digivolutions, which we can't say about you, he snapped, directing his comment to Goldramon.

Goldramon screeched. My digivolutions are subtle in their ways; metals slowly becomes part of my being. As Patamon, I have no metal. As Piddomon, I have a metal staff and a metal helmet. As Cyberdramon, I have a metal exoskeleton. Then, as Goldramon, I am primarily metal!

Reiko shook as the heated argument took place. And I thought we were going to fly around. Silly me.

Ophanimon looked down to her partner nestled comfortably in the armored arms. Let's just go, she said, beginning to fly away. Her movement was deliberately slow, hoping to get the other Digimon to notice her action.

Akira whistled quietly as the two Mega Digimon bickered, his Digimon's arms noticeably tighter around him. He glanced to right to see what Reiko was doing, but only saw Ophanimon flying away. With wide eyes, he kicked his Digimon's whip-like lower body as hard as he could. Hey, Goldramon, Reiko's leaving!

Goldramon turned his head around with a hydraulic swish. Moving into a nearly horizontal position, he took off after Ophanimon, leaving Akira hanging in a rather daunting way. You're not leaving without me! he called out, catching with the female angel.

Eaglemon twisted his head completely around to see Keitaro on his back. Are you ready, Kei? he asked, preparing his wings.

Shifting the cookie jar in his lap, Keitaro smiled. Yeah. Let's do–

Keitaro, get back in here! TK yelled from inside the quarters, placing his reader on the table. Why are you doing that? It's dangerous!

So much for flying, Eaglemon complained, letting Keitaro back onto the balcony. When the boy was safe, the bird Digimon downgraded to Salamon, also safely on the balcony. He looked up to TK, getting quite worried. Will sorry' be able to fix this problem? Salamon asked quietly.

TK yelled at the tiny Digimon. You know better, Salamon, than to do such risky things! Now, he bent down to his son's level, lifted one side of his shirt up, then removed the black and white D-3, you can't play with this until Monday!

Keitaro stomped his foot, but it did little to impress his father.

And you're only getting it back that soon because you might need protection, TK added, putting the device in his pocket. So where's Akira and Reiko?

They already left, Salamon chirped, running back into the quarters.

TK placed his hand on Keitaro's shoulder, leading him back into the safety of home. Great. Well, I'll deal with them when they come back, they can't get into too much trouble. I hope....


Ophanimon and Goldramon floated outside another set of quarters, out of sight from TK. That was close, Ophanimon stated, we almost lost our chance for this joyride. She turned to face Goldramon and Akira, What know?

Akira shifted position as best he could in Goldramon's arms, but it did little good to add comfort. Let's get Manzo, he could use some time outside of his room for once! After all, he might enjoy some flying.

Reiko looked at her brother, giving him a strange look. Don't you think his Digimon is a little too big to be flying around with us? GranKuwagamon could be seem a mile away with out a problem!

Smiling, Akira said, That's not what I mean. You know what I mean!

Okay, point taken. Reiko did know what her brother meant, but there was no reason to cause an argument over it.

Let's go! Goldramon said, starting to fly towards the Ichijouji residence. Ophanimon followed close behind, keeping her partner in her tight grasp every second. Within a second, they were in front of Manzo's balcony, but noticed Ken was in the room with their target.' Both Digimon flew away as fast as they could, hoping that Ken hadn't seen them. That was too close! yelled Goldramon, now three stories above the Ichijouji residence.


Ken had been lecturing Manzo on what to do and what not to do, when he saw two figures in the corner of his eye appear, then leave. Knowing it wouldn't be his Digimon or Yolei's Digimon, he walked towards the balcony, sliding the door open. Stay here, he ordered his son, closing the door behind him. Concentrating, Ken accessed his powers, the very powers he used against Ryo five years earlier. The Res Custodia came forth through his skin pores, covering Ken in the black substance completely. Opening his eyes, it was evident that the pupils were gone and only white remained. Ken's mouth was also covered by the Res Custodia, but he could breathe through the new skin and could talk easily. Six wings came out of his back; two white, two black, and two with random patterns of the two colors. Who's was that? he wondered, raising into the air with two flaps of his wings.


Reiko and Akira conversed with each other on what to do now that Manzo was out of the question, their Digimon maintaining their position in the air effortlessly. Most of their words were based around the idea that Ken hadn't seen them, but they still couldn't be sure. Ophanimon observed random things of the world around her, but an incoming person caught her attention. It's Mr. Ichijouji! she yelled, starting to fly higher into the air as fast she could.

Goldramon immediately followed suit, knowing Ken wouldn't be very happy to see them like this. If he gets us, then your Dad will probably be even madder with us! he bellowed, holding Akira even closer to himself. He's told us before not to go flying around at all times of the day without purpose! This isn't good!

You're telling me? Akira asked in a panicked tone, the wind whipping his hair around. I don't want to deal with Mom's powers, or Uncle Tai's power, for that matter!

Both Digimon started to move around the Protectorate headquarters in a spiral pattern, maybe giving them more time to think before Ken got them. Goldramon periodically looked back to see Ken gaining speed, but at least his energy blades weren't out. Ophanimon kept Reiko close her, even though she thought flying from Ken would probably make it worse.

I have an idea! Reiko yelled, getting her brother's attention. We'll go different directions and–

That's your idea? Akira queried.

Let me finish! the brunette yelled. We go different directions, then Goldramon and Ophanimon can both launch their attacks to the same spot in the air. It might cause an explosion!

Goldramon shifted his sight from the obstacles and Reiko. I see what you're saying. The resulting explosion will create an ample amount of smoke, in which we can go through to make our getaway. How long should we wait until we fire our attacks?

Make it five seconds, Akira chipped in, closing his eyes because of the winds. That we separate us enough to make it harder for Mr. Ichijouji to get us, but we'll be close enough to come back together.

Goldramon and Ophanimon looked at each other for a second, conveying their silent thoughts. both said, moving in opposite directions from the Protectorate building.

Ken saw the two Digimon take off into from each other, then immediately took flight towards Akira, thinking he was the one to think of this escapade. Why are you even running? Ken called out, knowing Akira and his Digimon heard him. You would only do that if you were hiding something!

Akira mentally kicked himself as Goldramon shifted direction to launch his attack. No! He's right! he berated himself. Why didn't I think of that!

Goldramon held out one hand, while the other held his partner. His entire hand erupted into golden flames, the heat distorting the air around it. God Flame, he said, sending the fire forth.


Reiko looked back to Ken as best she could, but her Digimon's direction was hampering her view. I wonder what Mr. Ichijouji said to Akira...

Eden's Javelin, Ophanimon stated, throwing her javelin to the same location Goldramon's attack was heading. A moment later, another javelin materialized in her hand to replace the old one.

The two attacks barreled towards each other, finally colliding about ten meters from both Digimon. Flames from Goldramon's attack caused a chemical reaction within Ophanimon's javelin, causing it ultimately to explode. Smoke from the attacks covered much of the area between the angel Digimon. Before Ken could reach either Digimon, Goldramon and Ophanimon entered the cloud, disappearing.

Reiko and Akira saw each other go past the other in smoke, their Digimon going up further into the smoke to come out above Ken. They came out only two meters above Ken, who apparently was waiting for them to come out. The Angel Digimon moved as fast as they could back to the Protectorate building, hoping to get home before Ken got them.

Ken was ready to fly in front of Goldramon to stop him, when his neck started to ache. Before he could figure out what was going on, he passed out in flight. His wings stopped moving promptly, causing Ken to descend towards the ground below.

Ophanimon stopped flying when she didn't sense Ken following them anymore. Something's wrong! she panicked, seeing Ken fall.

Goldramon spun around, also seeing the Bearer of Kindness plummet to the ground. The emergency was so sudden he didn't know what to do, much less think. We have to get him! he said, flying forward after getting through his chaotic thoughts.

The Res Custodia sank back into Ken's body through his pores, then the six wings faded out of existence. As he rapidly approached one of the taller buildings, six gateways came into reality around Ken. Dozens of golden tendrils of light and crystallized data flew out from the other side, interconnecting just below Ken. He slammed into the tendrils, causing it to sway slightly for several seconds.

Reiko was in awe from the event; just the appearance of gateways was strange, let only bizarre tendrils of light. She focused on the fallen Digidestined, then noticed a twitching in his neck. That's odd, Reiko squinted to see what was happening better.

The tendrils suddenly latched onto Ken, then pulled as hard as they could. With a gruesome turn of events, he was dismembered in seconds. Each bloody body part was held briefly in the air by the tendrils, but they eventually dropped the pieces.

Reiko was terrified when the tendrils shot forward, seizing her, Akira, and the Digimon. She was held tightly by the neck, pulled away from Ophanimon. Wincing from the pain, she barely saw Akira ripped from his Digimon with one sudden jerk. Reiko struggled to stay conscious.

Just as unexpected as the attack itself, the Protectorate building was completely destroyed by an explosion. Its broken frame was still left, but that crumbled to the ground slowly. The screams of Digimon and Digidestined echoed from the destruction and the surrounding areas.

The tendrils that restrained Ophanimon and Goldramon squeezed as hard as they could, finally crushing the Digimon under the force. Data from the now dead Digimon fluttered through the air before completely dissipating.

Reiko looked to her brother, tears obscuring much of her vision. she said again, feeling the restrains tighten.

Akira said finally, but was then decapitated with a swipe from a tendril.

the young girl cried out as the world around started getting darker.


The flooded was flooded by light suddenly, snapping Reiko out of the pain. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she thought she was dying. she called out.

Reiko, it's all right! TK said, restraining his daughter as best he could. You were unconscious, honey. What happened?

Panic stricken, Reiko looked around the room, a cold sweat covering her body. She was in her bed; Akira was in a nearby chair; Salamon and Patamon were with each other near her feet; her father and mother at her side. I... I... I... she stuttered. Turning away, she shielded her eyes from the world around her. I don't want to talk about it.

Kari reached out to her daughter, touching her shoulder. The nine year old snapped her head around to glare at her mother, eyes bloodshot and teary. Not expecting the reaction, Kari was at a loss for words.

Turning back around, Reiko said, I trust Mr. Ichijouji is okay.

Yeah, Reiko, he's fine, TK stated, looking at his daughter sorrily. Something happened to him while he was trying to get you back into the building, he looked at Akira, conveying the fact he wasn't happy easily. He'll be–

Get out, said Reiko, her back still turned to everyone. When no one left, she screamed, Get out!

TK and Kari were startled by the outburst, but slowly moved out. Come on, Akira, Kari said, beckoning him to follow immediately.

Bye, Reiko. Akira looked at his sister for a moment, shook his head, then walked out of the room.

Salamon and Patamon trotted out of the room, a second before TK closed the door.

Reiko started to shiver slightly, the ideas in her head to horrible to think about, but they wouldn't leave. Why? Why do I have to be a Digidestined? she pondered, closing her eyes in the attempt to rid the tears.


The Guardian of Hope and the Guardian of Light were in the room with Reiko, invisible as they always were. They both felt sorry for the young girl, but knew they couldn't interfere with her developing powers.

Can't we at least ease the pain? asked Hope.

No, and you know that, replied Light. I know that we haven't exactly been nice to our charges in the past because of our mission, but this isn't the time to make up for that.

Pity.

With that, the Guardians were gone.



Sorry it took so long to finish! My life and school work was interfering, as usual. Now, can you guys review? I want to know what you people think, and I've yet to get many responses!

Okay, on a different note: I'm hopefully starting my next series Conversion Factor soon. But I can't do that just yet, sadly. I want to at least start the next chapter before I do anything else. Speaking of that, the next chapter will probably be called For the Pain. It deals with the evil and darkness of the this part, which will be the first time evil is mentioned in this part. And it will deal primarily with Ryo Akiyama and his various problems; within and without. Happy, Ajora?

On yet another note, I'll be trying to do some fanart of ChaosDukemon (the villain that worked under Noctem, mentioned in United We Stand). At first it will be basic and rather pathetic, but it will hopefully get better as I practice my old drawing techniques. Yay!

On a third note! I now have a LiveJournal, the link is on my author page. Use it for updates on my stories and you can read my various life problems, which are kinda like Ryo's. *sigh* Well, use it wisely.

Preview:

Ryo stripped naked, freeing himself from the restrictive clothing. He walked into the bathroom, moving directly for the shower. Pressing a button, water at a preset temperature rained down. Slowly, Ryo Akiyama entered the wonderful cascade of water.

Quote:


We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind
And lost the old nonchalance of the hand;
Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush,
We are but critics, or but half create.
~William Butler Yeats, Responsibilities,
Ego Dominus Tuus