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Well, here's chapter 8, hope you likey! Please read and review, I love to know how I'm doing!

Chapter 7

Iori awoke to a dull pounding in his head. He sat up slowly and looked around, his vision kind of fuzzy. From what he could make out, he was sitting in the middle of a forest…a forest where he hadn't been last he remembered. The problem was, he couldn't exactly remember where he had been before…

"Iori?" said a faint voice behind him. He turned around; it was Iyami. She lay on the ground, barely able to move.

"Iyami, are you alright?" Iori said, offering her a hand. She nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, though she was struggling immensely to get up to her knees.

"Where are we?" said another voice, another girl. Iori turned around to see a girl about Iyami's age standing there, looking confused.

"Yukira?" Iori said. "Thank heavens, I was beginning to think…"

"Um, who are you talking to?" said the girl. Iori pointed at her and she laughed. "My name is Izumi!"

"Oh, sorry," Iori said, blushing slightly. "I thought you were one of my friends…"

"It's alright," she said brightly. "So what's your name?"

"My name is Hida Iori, and this here is my friend Kidosaki Iyami," Iori replied. Iyami waved as she finally made it to her knees, and Izumi held out her hand, which Iyami took with thanks and stood up.

"So where do you suppose we are?" Izumi said, looking around.

"I think we're in the Digital World," Iyami said. "But I'm not entirely sure…"

"This does look like the Digital World," Iori replied. "But I don't see anything I recognize…we must've never been to this part of it."

"So how are we supposed to get back to where we were?" Izumi asked.

"I don't even know where we were before," Iori said. "I can't remember…"

"We were fighting…" Iyami said, straining to remember. "But I can't remember who!"

"OkamiMyotismon," Izumi added. "And we were in some weird dark place or something…that's all I remember before coming here."

"Yeah, now I remember!" Iyami said.

"But how do we get back there?" Izumi said. "I mean, we have to keep fighting!"

"Hey calm down, kid, we've got to worry about getting back before we can worry about fighting!" Iyami said.

"Well maybe you don't want to fight this guy but I do!" Izumi cried. Iyami glared at her and said through gritted teeth, "Of course I want to fight, I want to get rid of this guy as much as you do, but how the hell do you propose we do that from here!"

"Calm down, both of you," Iori said. "There's no point in fighting."

"You think you're so tough, don't you?" Izumi yelled. "Just because you have Digimon to do the work for you…you don't have to fight the battles yourself!"

"Oh please, the only reason you have any power is because someone was stupid enough to give you some stupid Digimon spirit!"

"We were chosen to carry the Spirits of the Legendary Warriors!" Izumi said. "And what were you chosen for?"

"We don't have to worry about drawing power off of something else!" Iyami replied. "Our strength comes from us, and without it, our Digimon can't digivolve like they can now! So yeah, you get to actually join the battle, but we fight just as hard!"

Izumi stared at her for a few moments, then, without warning, dove on her. Iyami tried to dodge but wasn't fast enough, and was thrown to the ground. She kicked Izumi off of her and jumped to her feet, saying, "Well, that was uncalled for!"

"Shut up!" Izumi cried, lunging at Iyami again. This time, though, Iyami was expecting her attack and dodged, tripping Izumi. She landed hard on the ground, but quickly picked herself up, ready to attack again. In one swift, fluid motion, Iyami had her hands pinned to her sides so that she couldn't do anything to attack her. She struggled, but Iyami just grinned.

"You can't break it," she said. "I've got you pretty much immobilized."

"So now what?" Izumi said through gritted teeth. "You're going to just finish me off?"

"No," Iyami said. "I never wanted to fight with you. You're the one who got all steamed up and started taking shots. But there's no need for it, and we both need to just relax, okay?" Izumi nodded and Iyami let her go.

"I'm sorry," Izumi said after a few moments. "I guess I'm just really ready to beat evil once and for all."

"Aren't we all…" Iyami said. "I'm sick of these guys too, and I never actually got to meet this Lucemon guy…"

"Lucky for him," Izumi smirked.

"And I know…it's tough not knowing what to do, but we've got to calm down and make a plan, figure out what we're going to do," Iyami said.

"We don't even know where to start," Iori said.

"How about not doubting ourselves?" Iyami said, smiling brightly. "If we lose faith in ourselves, we'll never beat these guys! They feed off of dark emotions, so if we just keep believing in ourselves, we can beat them!"

"Yeah, you're right!" Iori said. "As long as we believe in ourselves, we still have a fighting chance!" At that moment, Iori's body suddenly began to glow a deep purple. At the same time, Iyami started to glow bright orange. Each one looked at each other, then back at themselves. Izumi stared at the two of them for a moment before realizing that her D-Tector was glowing with the same light, both orange and purple. She suddenly, without anything being said, Spirit Evolved into Kazemon.

"Wh-what's happening?" Iyami said, her voice echoing around the three of them. She looked over at Iori; his hands were engulfed in purple light.

"I don't know," Iori replied, shaking. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I have no idea," Iyami replied. Then quite suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head, which felt as if it was about to split open. She fell to her knees, tears stinging her eyes. And then, just as suddenly, the pain was gone, and the world seemed to echo around her.

"That can not be good!" Iori cried. She looked up at him; his mouth hadn't moved! He hadn't actually said anything!

So is this what insanity is like? she thought. Hearing voices that aren't really there?

"Iyami, are you alright?" Iori said. This time he really had said something! Maybe she wasn't going insane after all.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "But…I don't know…it's like I'm hearing voices that aren't there…"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Iori said. "You look kind of pale…"

"What abut you, Iori?" Iyami said. "You don't look so good yourself…"

"I feel just fine…" Iori replied, looking at his shaking hands, his eyes widening. On one hand was the Crest of Faith, and on the other was the Crest of Knowledge, both glowing purple. Iyami stared at him for a few moments, before she realized somehow…she didn't know how…they had gained special powers from their crests. She blinked a few times, then stood up, staring at her hands. Sure enough, the Crest of Chivalry glowed orange on her palms.

"Iori, I think…"

"We must have special…"

"Now you guys can help us fight!" Izumi said. Iyami looked at her and smiled.

"And this time, we'll win for sure," she said.

"Definitely!" Iori added.