I don't own digimon.
Character: TK
Universe: 02
Notes:
While not the original plan, it fits better in the greater scheme of things for the alternate worlds.
Chapter 26
Hirari
On the other side of the hallway, a large circular room awaited the one of hope. The walls had been covered in mirrors, while the floor hadn't changed at all.
"Okay then." TK thought, taking a step forward towards the glass. As he did so, the boy felt a strange cold sensation come over. "Just leave me alone..."
The sensation grew a little bit intenser, refusing to release TK from its icy grip. Reluctantly, TK took a few more steps closer to the walls. While the burning feeling was still there, he would just have to focus his attention on the mirrors instead. He stared into the mirror in front of him, taking a deep breath.
Instead of his own face staring back, he found Kari's face staring at him. He stumbled backwards, doing a only for a pink D-3 to fall out of it. As he stared at it, the words of the captor came rushing back.
"I understand now." she thought, placing a hand upon the glass. "In a way, it was never you. It was always me."
The voice did not answer, the glass in front of Kari shattering into a million of pieces. The pieces then reformed, turning into a large stained glass window of an approximation of her. In this case, an onyx-colored catgirl dressed in a nearly transparent white dress.
"I'm guessing that's my new look." Kari thought, staring into the mirror to her right. While not what she would have chosen for her outfit, the hybrid could adjust. She then headed towards the door, silently praying to herself. Maybe one of these days, he would return...