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The Four Seasons
Fourth Arc/ Symphony of Thirteen
Much Ado About Fiction: Part 1
Wanna be the biggest dreamer
Running full speed through
Both the future and the present…
Takato Matsuki looked up at the sound of the song, not sure where it had precisely come from. He didn't know why but there was something about it that struck a cord in him, though perhaps it had more to do with the word that it contained for that was what life had seemed to become these past few weeks; one big dream. From the moment that he had received his digivice events shifted into high gear and almost seem to spin out of control in some spots. He had not only created a digimon, Guilmon to be more specific, but also encountered other children who were like him…Tamers, one of whom he had seen in a dream. Again, that word called to him but in the orange glow of the setting sun he shrugged the feeling off. Sure, things had taken on a sense of unreality but so far he had adapted to his new situation pretty well. For the most part…
As Takato looked over his cards, thinking about what kind of combos that he could use on Guilmon the next time that a digimon bio-emerged into the real world looking for trouble he thought over some of the strange little oddities that had been occurring of late. Not that finding out that digimon, something that had always been a game to him until Guilmon came along, wasn't a little strange but this was something that he couldn't quite figure out. It just seemed to go beyond all sense of reason!
The TV show, thought Takato as he sorted through his cards, picking out a couple Option and Modify cards and comparing them to his memory of Guilmon's stats that he had drawn up so long ago. Yes, the TV show; that was rather important he felt. It had changed. Everything about it had changed, and had done so unexpectedly. He couldn't understand how it was possible. Biyomon had digivolved to the dark feathered Saberdramon instead of her usual Birdramon far earlier than was usual, and not only that Devimon had begun infecting digimon with his Black Gears far earlier as well; resulting in the complete and utter destruction of the Yokomon village. An event that had led to Biyomon's dark digivolution, and on top of that there were characters appearing that he had never even heard of before! Jane and some guy name Reno. It was this last who had used a unique version of digivolving…combining with his partner to achieve the Mega Level and…and that was when the show had resumed its original course.
Takato didn't understand that either. He didn't understand just what had happened to the show. He had tried talking to Henry and Rika about it, but they didn't pay much attention to him, mostly because they claimed to see the show as it had always been, even when he showed them a taped version of one of the altered episodes. Kazu and Kenta didn't much believe him either but that was to be expected. Oddly enough though, out of all of them, Rika was the only one who had really done any listening when he had first brought the matter forward, but that had fizzled out when he showed her the taped episode and she only saw what was supposed to be there.
It was all so confusing and disturbing to him, and he wasn't the only one who thought so. Henry had noticed that Rika had shown a remarkable ability to predict bio-emergences before their digivices even picked them up, as well as knowing precisely what was amiss when a problem came up, like what had happened when Takato had thought Guilmon was scaring couples in the park.
She had known right from the start that it was Impmon, thought Takato, frowning mentally as he thought things over. She didn't even explain how she knew, just that she did and then told Terriermon exactly where he had to go to find out for himself if that was the truth.
Takato wondered if it had anything to do with that weird, green trimmed digivice that she kept attached on her belt next to her own blue trimmed digivice. He had asked once about it but all she did was glare at him and told him to mind his own business.
At least she had said it nicely, thought Takato, once more wondering about the change in personality that she had quite rapidly gone through since that fight in the parking garage. And then there were those other two Tamers that he had met…those strange ones, one of whom had been involved in that bizarre fight in the parking garage. He hadn't seen either of them since then, which he felt was rather odd, but then again they did look like foreigners so maybe they weren't supposed to stay around for long.
Maybe they're linked to some weird government agency like that guy with the suit and shades! I doubt that they're connected seeing as how that government guy was more about capturing digimon. He definitely seemed to have a grudge against them that's for sure. Wonder what digimon ever did to him to make him act that way.
Takato glanced over at his crimson partner and smiled, his mind getting back on track to his original thought process.
Hmmm…I wonder if Guilmon and me should have a team name, like Awesome Twosome or Dynamite Duo…
Suddenly the sound of a deep rumbling reached the boy's ears, and he looked outside of the entrance to Guilmon's home, a question already forming on his lips.
"An earthquake?"
In Guilmon's mind, a thought echoed.
It's coming…
Takato got up from his spot on the ground and walked outside of the entrance to Guilmon's hut, the crimson dinosaur following him in short order. As the boy looked around outside, the sky, which had already been blazing a brilliant golden color suddenly took on an enflamed appearance to it as waves of energy emanating from the depths of the city surged from…where exactly? Wondered Takato. He couldn't really see past all the trees.
"Whoa," said Takato in awe at what he was witnessing. "The sky…"
"Takato," said Guilmon, a sound of tension in his voice. "Something's coming. A digimon. And it's really big…"
Takato felt a cold fear begin to settle in the pit of his stomach.
Rika raced through the streets, forcing her way through the crowd as she demanded that they make room for her as above her the familiar form of Renamon phased in and out of view until in perfect synchronicity the two of them came to a halt; Rika at the edge of the crowd and Renamon atop of a building as they both looked at the source of the commotion. A warp was building in the sky, and it gave the red headed girl a sense of déjà vu as she looked at it, her violet eyes narrowing as she did so. Unconsciously she felt the weight of the two digivices that hung on her belt, the weight of one in particular as it sat next to hers, the feeling already a familiar one as she had carried it with her these past few weeks; ever since that fight in the parking garage.
Ever since she had gotten the digivice after that boy had disappeared (apparently taken by the Tamer who could throw energy blasts at digimon) she had experienced feelings of familiarity with the people that surrounded her and the events that occurred to her and the other Tamers. For some reason she had a sense that she had known them before, and trusted them to a certain extent though how that could be she didn't know. She certainly had no recollection of having ever met them prior to becoming a Tamer (especially that one kid who's partner claimed she liked prior to their disappearance). That feeling had only increased after her battles with the wild digimon known as Dokugumon and IceDevimon. In fact, now that she thought about it, it had almost seemed that she had been expecting them to happen.
And the feeling that something was missing in her life, combined with half remembered images that she had seen in her mind when she had first touched the strange T-shaped digivice that now resided on her belt next to her own, had been grounded and given a firm foundation to build further on. And even though her partner never said anything, Rika could tell that the same feeling and thoughts ran through her mind just as sure and as readily as it did her own.
Just like now as she looked at the building that had a digital portal growing above it, sucking helpless digimon into it like some kind of vacuum cleaner.
Any second now the Deva Mihiramon is going to come through, thought Rika. A second later she frowned in confusion at her thought.
What's a Deva?
Feeling that she was going to find out real soon Rika dashed towards the Hypnos building as above her Renamon phased out of view and resumed following her.
Right on schedule, thought the dark shape as it waited beneath the portal as it grew and sparked in the air above him. Within the depths of his black cowl the figure smiled coldly as he sensed the familiar data of the Ultimate level Deva known only as Mihiramon to the digital world began to approach the borders that separated these two realities. The power of the Juggernaut program was surging throughout the story, expanding outwards and he knew that a certain character that had dared to try to accelerate the story had just been engulfed within the tidal wave of its strength. Soon…so very soon…once Mihiramon arrived he would destroy the self-inserted character and that OC that had arrived here with him and had fought with the data of Milleniummon.
And he would make them pay for their interference in the story.
Neo III was right about one thing, the dark shape thought to himself. Even though he had terrible priorities, a pairing is something that should not be messed with. I don't know how that one OC was able to do what he did, but this is as far as that character development goes. A line must be drawn here!
As Mihiramon drew closer, beginning to take shape in the world of fiction the dark figure smiled gleefully.
He always wanted to use that line.
John struggled to maintain his connection to the core of the fan fiction site so that he could accelerate it to the point that he wanted, but a wave of power emanating from the Tamer's realm continued to hammer away at him, forcing him to gradually lose his grip bit by bit. Gritting his teeth, the Avatar character forced himself to keep hold, deepening his focus into mainframe and grabbing at whatever bits of code that he could lay a hold of in a desperate bid to follow through on his plan.
I can't lose hold of it now! I've sacrificed far too much energy to lose it all here! If I can't hold on I won't have enough strength to get back in! For Renamon! For the Tamers! For all of the characters that have been trapped here! I cannot LOSE IT!!!
For a brief moment, John's grip over the mainframe tightened. A wave of an incoming surge of data and power buffeted him again. A line of code slammed into him…
John screamed in pain and he felt his connection to the site's core shatter.
Mihiramon looked curiously at the strange, demonic figure that stood before him. It looked no larger than an average sized human, but he could sense that there was something different about it that set it apart from the fragile creatures that he had been sent to conquer in the name of his master. Regardless of whatever this being was, it too would fall before him, before the might of the Devas and the Digimon Sovereign. No one beats Mihiramon! No one!
"I don't have to," the dark figure spoke up, as if reading the digimon's mind. With a swiftness that defied the imagination, the dark creature surged forward and melted into a shadowy like substance, aiming itself straight at the proud Deva. Faster than Mihiramon could move, the shadowy veil slammed into the Deva, spreading all over his body. Mihiramon screamed in rage and horror as he felt something tear through his defenses and force its way into his mind with contemptuous ease. No sooner after a few seconds of contact Mihiramon's body took on the colors of black and gray and replacing the yellow fur, silver armor, and a red scarf that had been his most identifying feature.
In the fog of the digital field, Mihiramon grinned as he stretched out his senses, straining them to find some trace of his quarry.
This story has no room for you OC's, thought the author possessed Mihiramon. One of us is going to have to go…
Soon the story would be as it was. The thought made Mihiramon grin and smack his lips.
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