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Session 65
Funeral for a friend
Evil TK took a deep breath.
"You didn't deserve this." he whispered, holding back the tears ready to flow down his face. "You were a good man, living up to Davis's expectation long after he had died. Even when you met me again, after all I had put you through, you still treated me far greater than I ever deserved to be."
The gentlemanly asshole took a deep breath and stared down towards the ground.
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This whole mess began a day ago, amid a cloudless sky.
After many months of planning, gathering supplies and training, the moment everyone had been waiting for occurred. Soon, they would be free from the constant threat of angels and free to live their lives out in peace.
"Ready for this?" a voice called out and Evil TK turned around, finding a teenage boy standing before him. He was dressed in just a pair of sweatpants with a plain t-shirt. Yet, his blue eyes and short black hair seemed to make up with it. Though, he was currently sipping something from a tea cup. One would think after what happened all that time ago would have left a greater mark upon him. Yet, the gentlemanly asshole allowed it to slide.
"Of course." Evil TK answered and watched as a small green worm walked up. "I should probably get Patamon."
With that, he excused himself from the conversation and made his way to the ramshackle hut he and Hikari called home. Inside, it wasn't anything that impressive, just a circular wooden wall with a bamboo floor. A couple cots lined the back, which pretty much it when it came too furniture. Not that really mattered. It served its job, which was more than enough in his book.
"Wake up, Patamon." he whispered and watched as his orange pig digimon partner opened his eyes. "Today is the day."
Patamon looked towards him and jumped up into the air, the two promptly exiting the one room house in a hurry…
Only to bump right into a towering figure, draped in a rainbow-colored cloak and currently munching on a variety of breads.
"Oh sorry, Lord Hazardmon." Evil TK whispered and gave the former leader a bow. "I didn't not see you there."
Lord Hazrdmon didn't answer, choosing instead to just continue on his way.
"Okay then." Patamon added as the two made their way towards the main building on the plantation.
There, a large crowd of adventurers had gathered at the front. They currently had their attention focused upon a group of figures dressed in cream white cloaks and hoods.
"Today we gather to strike a great blow to those that wish to hold us under their boot and take those we hold precious to us." one of the figures announced and held their fist up in the air. "Is everyone ready?"
"Yes." the crowd mumbled, only to get a glare from their gracious hosts.
"We can't hear you!" a different figure added and just gazed over the people gathered. "Louder!"
"Yes!"
"Louder!"
"YES!"
The crowd then erupted in fist pumping and cheers of encouragement. While odd, it was nice to see all these different people working together towards a greater goal.
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"I had hoped that we could all make it out in the end, maybe start anew. But that day never seems come, does it? We fight with all our might, hoping today won't be our last day."
Tears had begun to roll down his face, with Evil TK not even caring at that point.
"But sometimes, we have a make a choice for the greater good of all."
All he wanted at that point was to rewind the clock and go back, if for nothing else to see his friend again.
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What followed, was a full-on charge to the approximate location of the angels. In this case, that meant an airship just out of reach. One would think that the invaders would have left by now, but instead they've decided to just stay and see what happens.
"Is everyone ready?" a voice announced, not that any of the people there could really tell. They were probably more focused on actually snagging the 'target' with their hooks. "Good. Since there is no going back from this moment."
The hooks began flying not even seconds after the person finished their announcement. For every one or two that missed, there were three or four that managed to reach their mark. With it, came the determined pulling of an individual with an axe to grind.
For some, it was for a fallen friend who been taken by these demons in angelic shape. For others, they had lost everything to these beasts. And then there were those who were indifferent, wanting nothing more than to flesh from steel. But no matter what motivation led them to this point, they would inflict their revenge upon the angels.
Hand of Fate!
Heavenly Arrow!
Their opponents were theoretical broken records, attempting to rain down endless arrows and orange beams of light down upon them.
Butterfly Knife Rain!
Knives rained down upon the targets, piercing through a couple layers of metal. At the very least, it was enough to divert the angemon and angewomon's attention to the person.
"Catch me if you can." a voice called out and pulled out a pair of butterfly swords. "It's been far too long."
"Agreed, nya."
Priestess Arrow!
A grey arrow shot up into the air, only to come back down engulfed a pillar of divine light.
"Nice shot, Kari." Evil TK remarked and pulled his new pistol out.
"It's Kuro Neko, nya!" Kuro shouted and swung her left paw at the air. "Does he really have to do that every time, nya?"
Her friend only sighed and put her hand on Kuro's back, reminding her to not to let the gentlemanly asshole get to her. Afterwards, the two gave chase, quickly catching up to TK inside what appeared to be a large hangar. Rusted metal walls stretched quite a distance on both sides, protecting just the untouched concrete floor and the musty air inside.
With Evil TK though, was the black haired boy from earlier along with the world's most unluckiest 'harem'.
"Hey!" the harem 'leader' shouted and turned his attention towards the roof of the building. He looked to be no older than the black haired boy, but chose to dress in a hoodie and jeans. One would possibly consider him to be a background character, if not for his spiky chestnut hair and ahoge.
"Okay." black hair boy remarked and turned his attention to the large neko angel hybrid that followed the harem leader. "I'm guessing she's with you"
Before the harem leader could answer, a large green armored insect man thing walked up.
"There you are, Ken." the ultimate whispered and the black haired boy stopped. "I thought I had lost you."
"I'm alright, Jewelbeemon." Ken explained and turned his attention back towards the far end of the hall, eyeing the large doorway ahead. "Soon or late we would have to face the past, I didn't think it would be now of all times."
Kuro Neko and the girl gave him a confused glance, mumbling something to each other.
"It's good to see you're here as well, Victoria." Ken greeted, only for the black cat to laugh.
"I'm surprised you even remembered who I was." Victoria answered. "Though, that could be because I stabbed you."
Ken didn't answer, choosing instead to continue focusing in on the exit of the room.
"Intruders! Intruders!" a voice announced as more angels burst forth, staffs and yumis in hand. "Prepare to fall in the name of the Royal Angelic Empire."
"Okay…" one of harem leader's companions, ninja girl responded and flung a kunai towards a nearby angel, only to watch it bounce off harmlessly
"You just had to do that, didn't you?" harem leader remarked and pulled his gun out.
"I would like that one back." Evil TK added and got no response. The harem leader took the shot, watching as the bullet travel out…
"Bullseye, nya!" Kuro Neko announced and watched the angel fall that out of the way, the catgirl pulled her bow out. She quickly fired an arrow off, watching as a beam of light tore a hole through the troops that remained. After that, the hangar opened up into three different halls. The harem went down the far left one, Kuro Neko & Victoria went down the middle, leaving Evil TK and Ken with the tunnel on the right.
"So, how have you been?" Ken inquired, motioning for the gentlemanly asshole to follow.
"Alright, even if Hikari is constantly asking me to take things further." Evil TK responded. "So, blue or pink?"
"Grey."
Evil TK gave him a confused glance, only to break away at the last second.
"How do you think our fellow comrades are faring?"
Ken just stood there, possibly contemplating the answer.
"Well, I hope well." the chosen of kindness answered as the end of the hall quickly came into view. "Can I ask you something
Both boys and their digimon partners then took a deep breath, stepping into the next room.
Somehow, they had managed to choose the large open room with three thrones. The middle throne was occupied, a large male 'angel' sitting upon it.
"Fuck." Evil TK whispered and took another deep breath. "Of all the rooms we could have ended up in…"
"We were bound to have to face the consequences of our actions one of these days." Ken responded and took a deep breath.
Almost on cue, the shifting of gears filled the air, threatening to destroy any silence that may have existed.
"Hello, Ken and Takeru." a voice whispered and a tall figure shifted up from their throne.
Scanning…
Sheraphim
Super Ultimate, Despair
Special Moves: ?
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Evil TK: Where's Rune when you need him?
Ken: Possibly attempting to kick Lord Hazardmon's ass.
Evil TK: Because of course he is. I guess it'll just be us then.
Ken: Let's finish this.
Scan complete.
"Do you really think that you two of all people, can defeat me, the blessed king of all the angels?!"
"Absolutely." both boys answered, their gazes focusing in on their target. There was no running, no cowering in fear. All that was left to do now was to bring this angel down, once and for all. If they known what would happen next, would they've taken the same foolhardy action? Would a cautious approach have done them just as much good? Or was this predetermined outcome, unchanged by fate itself?
In a way, it did not matter. Not to TK, not to Jewelbeemon, not to MaloMyotismon and not to Ken.
This was to be their fate, whether they liked it or not. There, a single choice was made.
"Tell Ririsu I love her and to always be kind."
Those were Ken Ichijouji's last words as Sepharim's held him in front, closing his eyes and smiling as Evil TK took the shot. Time seemed to slow down mere seconds later, forcing the gentlemanly asshole to watch as the projectile sailed through the one exposed area of the angel's armor. At the cost of having to watch the last unchanged digidestined take a bullet through the neck as well.
"I'm sorry, Ken." Evil TK whispered and took a deep breath, watching as time seemed to resume around him and the two bodies slumped to the floor. "No matter what happens next, whether it be peace, ruin, or even possible death. I'll keep my promise, no matter what."
It was possibly the most honest thing he had said in quite a while. Though, taking Ken's diary off of his body possibly cancelled out any karma that could be gained from such act. Not that he was really keeping track of that, having long come to term with that sort of thing. For the moment, he would just have to drag the body by himself. It was a surprisingly uneventful time, giving the gentlemanly asshole more time than he ever needed. He was also reminded of that one quote about butterflies from Victoria. While it probably would make sense for his current situation, it seemed like the sort of thing that would probably used at the start of the chapter. That, and it would feel like admitting to the black cat that she was right about that. It was the sort of huge blow to both his pride and ego that he didn't need at the moment.
"Almost there." MaloMyotismon called out, only to revert back to Patamon. Jewelbeemon did the same, returning back to Wormmon. "Would you like any help, Takeru?"
Evil TK didn't answer, choosing instead to continue pulling Ken's body towards the edge of the airship deck. Down below, only a couple of people still remained, some to watch, others to check on the wounded.
"Evil TK?" a voice called out and a woman rushed over to the ropes, watching as Evil TK carefully repelled down.
"Oh hi, Ririsu." Evil TK answered and laid down the body, turning his gaze to the former digidestined of love and sincerity. He had expected to see some slutty looking princess dressed in some exquisite yet out of place outfit. But instead, he found himself looking upon some ordinary girl dressed in a short sleeve t-shirt and jeans, which did nothing to hide the massive 'bump' on her lower stomach. "I'm sorry, but Ken didn't make it."
The gentlemanly asshole watched as tears began to fall down Ririsu's face. He told her what had happened, admitting that it was his bullet that ended her husband's life. Once that was out of the way, the two parted. Possibly to reflect on what had happened and decide what to do next.
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Evil TK took one more deep breath, staring at the gravestone.
"No matter what happens, I'll be the best godfather that I can be." he whispered and shifted his gaze up towards the sky. "Just you watch, Ken!"
In the distance, he could see a small group of people. As tempting as it was to just go and see who exactly was coming, the gentlemanly asshole had other things to do. Things that for once in his life, seemed to have some sort of purpose to them…
Notes:
Before I get into the main notes, I would thank everyone for your support for the past 100 chapters across four fics no less. Thank you. Your support really does help.
This chapter is pretty much a 'throwback' to the first chapter of DA03. Though, there will be more stuff related to the events of this chapter later down the line. Some of it will be in AWC though.
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Next Time: Delta arrives and trouble brews as an old wound threatens to reopen...