A/N: Heyo! Keeper, you said it best. The new game does begin. And this is only the beginning. if you guys haven't seen the poll, please take a look! I'm trying to figure out just where this series is going to stop, and I haven't decided yet! But hey, here goes! Enjoy and let me know what you think!
2-2
It's the looking up close at her again that brings everything into focus. White hair, blue and green eyes, her jacket clean and resewn, like the world had fixed her the second she had touched down on it. No bloodstains on her fingers, the scythe shiny in a greyish sun.
"Nee… chan?" Taichi croaks and Hikari smiles.
"Hullo Taichi," she says, agreeably enough. Her eyes glitter faintly and she floats there, waiting, listening to the earth crumble a short distance away. "You sure it's okay to just be standing here?"
"Move aside and we'll be out of your hair!" Gomamon shouts and Jyou glances at the Digimon, who is quivering. None of the other Digimon look much better, they are all glaring like it's Vamdemon in front of them and not Yagami Hikari and maybe it kind of is. Though everyone wants to save her, the scent is undeniably not human and not safe for the humans.
But Hikari shakes her head, smiling. "I'm the least of your problems today." She waves an arm extravagantly towards the cracking ground and fallen trees. "Much further and you'd have run straight into their hands and died."
"What do you care?" Yamato says and his fists are bunched up near the pockets of his jeans.
"She cares. I don't." The words are as careless as the steady beats of the bladeless scythe end against the back of a torn-up shoe. "And she's trying to wake up so badly, poor thing. Doesn't understand that he'll never really be gone." Hikari laughs. "And neither will I. But either way, this world is so boring. Everything has already been taken over. But you can change it, you little Chosen Children."
"And all you have to do is kill."
The words sting and sing and suddenly a burst of purple embers rushes towards them and she laughs. "Kind of like this."
They bolt to dodge and Plotmon is a minute too slow and is almost struck in the back, yelping in pain.
"Oops," Hikari says brightly and swings her scythe to fire again. Koromon bounces from Taichi's side and glows, bursting to Agumon's form to hold the scythe over his head with trembling, muscular arms.
"Not so tough, are ya darl," he snaps and his opponent smiles.
"I'm still a little human. What's your excuse?"
Around them, the remaining trees begin to shift and groan, and the air grows thick and dark. The earth is still, and every sound is suddenly so much louder.
Then a little childlike voice giggles like it's sneering.