A Digimon Frontier Fanfic

By Sakura Martinez



Author's Notes:

I am really really sorry for the delay in the updates with this fanfic. I have been so much busier than I had anticipated. Still, I am very much happy with this fanfic. Compared with the Rabbit on the Moon fanfic that I had been updating more frequently (but also slowly as this one), this fanfic seems to be getting twice the attention. Lol

Anyways, enough about that. Here's the 7th of the Eightfold Illusions. Hope you guys like it!

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Chronicles of Time: Cyber World

Eightfold Illussions Part VII



There stood a young man, roughly in his teenage years with dark hair and pale skin. His hair, was quite long but not long enough that it would fall to his shoulders but it was enough to hide his eyes if he wanted to.

He wore a red hooded sweatshirt and ashen colored pants. Basically. He looked pretty much like an ordinary human teenager. Save for one small detail – he isn't.

One could easily see him as far beyond from ordinary as possible once they see his eyes – those eyes that are golden in color. It would look beautiful whenever the sun shone upon it however, that is not the case and many who have seen this 'person' or even knew of him would never think of his eyes being beautiful what with that constant look in his eyes that clearly shows his eagerness for power and a hint of murderous intent.

Of course, those who cross paths with this young 'teen' and whosoever as much as bumps into him without uttering an apology gets the full force of his wrath. He doesn't care if it was for mediocre reasons or whatnot.

For him, he believes that the kindness in people's hearts are their weakness. He believes this firmly as he had seen the proof of it, he had lived through it, he had in more ways than one seen it throughout the ages that the two worlds he knows of had lived through.

For now, though, those beliefs are among the least of things in his mind. It didn't matter to him – at least, for now. What matters to him and what aggravates him the most is the one factor he had not expected to surface in his plans.

He gritted his teeth in anger as he paced back and forth in that dimly lit room where one large chair could be found. If one were to walk in on this room, he would think that it is some sort of ruined throne room – of course, a throne room is what the owner of this room wanted it to be. It was only fitting for him who will be the ruler of both space and time.

"How can this be possible?" He questioned out loud. "Did I miscalculated? Was there a future that I was unable to see? No! That's impossible!"

He balled his fist and punched the wall that was by his side when he stopped walking. Blood flowed from the fist and the impact caused some of the bones in his hands to break but he did not wince. It was as if he was immune to the pain; that he was unable to feel any pain.

A moment later he looked at his broken left hand and in that instant, as if the threads of time spun backwards, his hand was healed. No bruises were left. There wasn't even any sign of blood on the wall that he punched.

"I know that there is only one future left now that I have destroyed all of them. That future that remains is my future. The future in which I rule as the supreme being in this world and that – of course, no one would be able to tell the difference between both worlds now..." He went on to say. It didn't matter if anyone was around or not, he needed to do this. "I have made sure that I left no possibilities but why is this happening now?"

Yes, he had made sure. So many futures he had destroyed by taking away something that would lead to that future. It was all to ensure that no one would be able to stop him like how his plans were foiled before when the chains holding the Ancient Ten were broken and he was sent to his "supposed" demise by those Spirit Shinkers.

But...

He was surprised when he found himself floating in that place where all deleted futures go – The Dead Sea of Dreams. He had thought himself to have died but it seems he was has yet 'survived'. It was at that time that his true power emerged. He learned that what the Ancient Ten did, did not kill him but merely destroyed his shell and released the essence that was him. It allowed him to become more powerful and the Dead Sea of Dreams helped him as well.

That place where time had stopped. Where there was no life nor death, no ending nor beginning could not contain him. It could not contain who he was and what he was – Time and Space bowed down before him there and allowed him his escape and his rebirth.

Thus, he was able to move through time once again. He moved to the past and even when the he of the past was there, he was able to make his moves as he see fit. He made adjustments. He made sure that no one would be able to find the antidote. He made countermeasures. This was all he could do when only one possibility remained where the future of his demise was written. And, when all was set, he allowed himself to wait in the Cyber World and from there he watched his plans unfold until the moment that he had seen with his eyes, the deletion of the existence known as 'Takuya Kanbara'.

"The deletion of his existence should have ensured that none of the Spirit Shinkers had that 'spark', that drive that they would have had should they have been able to meet with that boy. Why, then, is it possible for the Spirit Shinkers to all be able to attack me as simultaneously as this!?"

He continued to fume over the things that have transpired and that are transpiring at that very moment. Those whom he detest the most, and those Digimons that have rallied with them despite their weaknesses and their foolishness were now only within an arms length to his dimension – so to speak. He continued to vent his anger at the stationary wall before finally deciding to stop and compose himself.

He was the master of time and space, there was no way he could fall this time.

"They may be stumbling their way into those victories but that won't be for long." A vision of twins suddenly reminded him why. "It's only a matter of time. Without the pillars to support their existence both of them will soon vanish from history and return to the Dead Sea of Dreams despite having attained the immunity. And when that time comes, no matter how strong those foolish rebels believe themselves to have grown, they would all fall."

It was at that moment that a sudden gust of wind revealed another presence in the room. A presence that he has managed to acquire in an accidental fashion but was proving to be of such use.

"I didn't realize you've returned." He said as he turned to face the newcomer.

"So it seems." Was the reply he got. "It appears that you are unhappy...yet again."

He walked forwards, a smile was etched on his face. Yes, he still has a couple of aces up on his sleeves.

"It's only for the time being." He stated as he walked. "I never thought that a couple of problems will have arose from my careful planning. But, I believe that will all be dealt with, yes?"

The silhouette still veiled in shadows nodded. It was obvious from the way both address each other that they were conspirators in one way or another.

"I presume that not to be a question but a statement, Master." Came the reply that was as cold as ice and as harsh as a stormy winter's night. "Although, I am as surprised as you that those two survived despite the plane collapsing."

"Those two? Ah, you mean that black-haired boy and the girl with him?"

"Yes. I should have made sure that both were incapacitated before I fled."

"Now, now. That would have been far more dangerous a thing to do, even for you, Izumi." He said as he walked towards her. "If you would have wasted any more time dealing with them, you would have had a hard time escaping as the plane collapsed.... I wouldn't want you to get into trouble now, would I?"

"I am honored that you are worried of my safety, Master Chronisomon." Izumi said. There was no hint of feelings in her voice. It was as if all of her feelings were sucked dry out of her. Her words were as pale as her skin and as empty as her eyes.

The teenager, who was clearly Chronismon in disguise, was now an arm's length away from Izumi. He then proceeded to touch her face and allow his fingers to slide on her cheeks. Izumi continued to not show any emotion and for that matter, it seemed that she cared not for the touch.

"Tell me then, my Izumi, how was the test run you had with the Spirits of Wind?" Chronosmon asked, whispering this question in her ears. "The cries of those pathetic Digimons were enjoyable weren't they? The look of disbelief in their eyes, disbelief that the Spirit they so revered to be one that would save them would actually be the one to destroy them, was quite amusing, was it not?"

"Yes it was." Was all Izumi replied. Yet, that reply was enough for Chronosmon as his evil smile widen. It was all the answer he needed to prove that what he had done to Izumi really had worked and that she was completely under his commands.

"That's is good. Very, very good." Chronosmon said as he retracted his hand from Izumi's face, turned around and walked to his throne. Izumi remained where she stood awaiting Chronosmon's words.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do then, Master Chronosmon?" Izumi asked.

Chronosmon sat down, his hand on his chin quite comfortable of where he sat. "I would only ask that you prepare now to meet our guests. They should be arriving soon, I believe."

"Very well. Then, I shall take my leave, Master Chronosmon."

"Oh, one more thing, Izumi." Chronosmon stopped Izumi before she could disappear from his view. "You do know that you can drop that whole 'Master' thing when we converse like this in private, do you not? I would very much like it if you would refer to me by my name without the title."

Izumi nodded and said, "I will keep that in mind... Chronosmon," Before she disappeared with the a powerful gust of wind leaving Chronosmon alone once again.

He smiled. "And so the pieces are in place. Although this is will be turning out to be an unexpected future, it seems I will be able to enjoy myself still."

The thought of what was to come made Chronosmon laugh, allowing laughter – dry and cold, into the dim room.

"It will only be a matter of time now when the curtains would fall on the Spirit Shinkers and their poor excuse of a force and the dawn of a new world comes to pass." He said after a pause from his maniacal laughter, "There can only be one outcome in this. I will make sure that even those two pieces – those unaccounted for Rookie Digimons, will not hinder my plans."

The thought of Flamon and Terriermon entered his mind. He continued to wonder how it was possible for these two Digimons to even get this far and wondered what was so special to them. He had yet to discover that Flamon is actually Takuya Kanbara. He continued to muse over this mystery until the sky turned dark and the sun had set.


In another part of the plane where Chronosmon's castle stood, Izumi was over looking the darkening horizon. There was not a hint of appreciation of what she sees in them and one would not even notice her standing there for she was as stiff as a rock.

In her hands, she allowed the Spirits of Wind to appear. However, it looked strangely different, more maleficent, in her hands. The wind that revolved around them were not soothing but seemed hell bent on destruction but, at the same time, it was as if the wind was howling in sadness as well.

Izumi allowed herself to think. But, no matter how much she tried as she allowed the Spirits to return to the D-Tector, all she could see in her mind was darkness. Because of this, she did not bother to think of anything any more.

As she turned away from the window where she was looking over at, one thought entered her mind: That it would all be over soon. What the outcome is to be, she could care less as long as she is able to fulfill her duty to Chronosmon.


To be continued...



Post Author's Notes:

Almost six months, if I did manage to count correctly, from the last time I've updated. I'm deeply regretful of that what with all the support I am getting from this fanfic. I am truly thankful to all of you guys.

I suppose a list of thank you's is in order before I continue with the rest of the author's notes. Therefore, I would specifically like to thank:

ally, kmartmfc, my-little starr, Takumi4life (love your name, btw), Drakius, Kazumi Kairi or Kairi-chan, warriorseadra, BaNaNa boi, StormyShadows, Light's Blue Blossom, Shadow the Impaler, FireFairy219, Gold Dragon36, cancercute, Blonde-Eko, Sightbent, reaperfox, Lanski11, auld lang syne, Tatsuki Okamura, Digi7423, The Yondaime, KuriSutiinLSL, Dark God Anubis, viperk1, Yacada-Uchiha, SasuSaku Fan No.1, pavement-greengrass, TyiLa, pyro-chan the dragon king, metalceberus, Kari Minamoto, Kris, Girl of Light Writter, animebookworm44, , WiNgS-of-a-dReAmEr, athenaswings, fan, SS equals Kawaii, Kevin Gomez, Mid-Moonlight, lil-ying-fa, Pyra-Chan, jojomaniac, amylovestakuya, Pyro_d1v1n3, BlueSakuramon, digi girl, just a reviewer (lol at the anonymous names), suki, Psyclone, Ijigo, digigrllover, Hiei's Cute Girl, digivolution, Cave Cat, Kari, kimiko-ryu, Isumo1498, Lana, wolfer-2, Courageous-flame, Lana, Kaiserjin, TysonGranger, elmo-x-takumi, Dark Qiviut, and kate problem.

Basically, the above thanks goes out from all those people who've reviewed the fanfic from the beginning. You guys are the best, lol.

Also, thanks to the members of 'The Muse Bunny'. I am glad to be a part of that forum, lol.

Moving along from the thank you section... Yes, I suppose a lot of people would be telling me on how short this chapter is. It is meant to be short since the next chapter will be a long finale to the Eightfold Illusions chapter title (that doesn't mean that it will be the last chapter of the fanfic, I hope no one misreads this, hahahaha).

I guess those people who are quick to take on to the story would be able to notice something about this chapter. Of course, if you didn't notice what it was, I won't tell you. If you feel you've missed something, read it again if you'd like.

Anyway, that's all for now. Hope you guys continue to review and show me that the supporters/readers/reviewers of this fanfic are not 'dead' yet. I'll be updating soon as I have been refueled by the awesome support for this fanfic (feel the power of the pen burning!!! Woah!). Next update would be on friday for sure! I'll definitely, definitely update! Yup, without a doubt... though I might need a reminder of that, hahahaha.

With all of that said, I wish you all to be careful what with the Influenza A H1N1 still claiming victims and all. Until next time, this is Sakura Martinez saying "PEACE" and signing out!

The reviews, people. Keep 'em coming!

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