Author's Notes:
Today I'm in a happy mood. Well, that explains my writing. Yesterday.
well, it was probably the day of puberty as I added an erotic scenery, but
I'm not sure about it anymore. Aaaaarghhhh, I have the Oshida-syndrome!
But although I'm very impatiently to find out what you thought about it, I
cannot go on the net until this evening. So I shall finish this chapter
first and watch some television because it's only 9:15 am. :(
Anyway, today I'm back in a romantic mood, thanks to Faye Wong and her
album "Fable" and her maxi-CD "Separate Ways". I'm also writing on the
music of Pearl Harbor (Hans Zimmer), Meet Joe Black (Thomas Newman), Final
Fantasy VIII Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec (Nobuo Uematsu) and Lord of the
Rings (Howard Shore). Me and music. :) they can't be separated! I hope
you are not tired of reading my story! Up to Digiworld!
-Matt Shiratori-
Btw: Digimon isn't mine, although daddy have taken some lawyers now! But Toei, Fox Kids and Akiyoshi Hongo still own the rights! Hello, dad, hurry up. It's almost my birthday!
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The tooth of the black emperor of the night cut the nicely shaped flesh, and seconds later, two fine streams of blood flew out of the wounds. Carefully Myotesmon sucked them up, his lips slowly surrounding the boy's smooth skin that was now marked by the Digimon's sign. "What are you doing": Junichi sighed and he pushed the long, tall vampire away. Myotesmon smiled and winked at his companion. "I'm giving you your reward, my little boy": he grinned and he laid a hand on Junichi's shoulder. Myotesmon moaned as Junichi now stretched his neck so he could easily see the large veins that were carrying the boy's godly blood underneath the thin layer of silken skin that was warm and soft like the inside of Myotesmon's coffin. The Digimon's red eyes followed one of the veins with his finger until it reached the front of Junichi's throat. Delighted by the strong heartbeat, so vividly, so full of life, he breathed rapidly. How he could treasure this stream of life that was transporting the innocence of youth combined with the sweet bubbles of fresh oxygen, that floated once in the dark sky, now filled with rain, but was gathered by the young boy's lungs in one, meaningless breathe. Myotesmon swooped down, biting in the boy's artery. The tinkling sensation of fresh blood suffocated his brains. A massive wave of blood flooded Junichi's body, as an avalanche in the mountains that torn down everything that laid on his path. Myotesmon laughed hysterically as the boy fell down on his knees. "What.are. you.doing.":he stumbled, gasping for air, but the only thing that filled his lunges were large quantities of his own blood. Suddenly everything went black.
Sora touched the sand. The white beach was warm and the sand felt like little white feathers. It was slowly raining, but the drops looked like pink peddles, that glided on the layers of air and where taken by the wind, who guided them over the ocean to a land that Sora only could recall as her home. The feeling of being a bit closer to her home, made her happy and her heart was overwhelmed with joy. The combination of this luck and the thrilling excitement of the moment swept her fears away of the Dark Masters and guided her into a paradise she only could describe as heaven. She smiled as she gazed into the blue eyes of Matt. "I'm ready Matt": She whispered and closed her eyes as she was preparing herself for what was coming.
Numbers and weird signs were dancing before Junichi's eyes. He felt like his body could burst in a thousand pieces any moment. The loud pounding of his heartbeat was filling his ears and seemed to hypnotise him. He didn't notice that his body was shaking until black beams filled the space underneath his skin, which was swelling until it exploded. The pain wasn't bearable for Junichi, but he was in some sort of a dreamscape, a place where his body staid hidden from the outside world, but his mind had wandered off and was seeing a spectacle he could describe as a nightmare. It all seemed so unrealistic. The pain felt like an incredible heat that flowed over his body and paralysed his legs and arms for a second. Piles of clouds were forming a wall after the boy's body. A strong wind pinned him against it and he saw large strands of brown hair falling out of the sky. He felt that his eyes where getting tinnier and some sort of wooden specimen filled his ears and nostrils. The feeling of suffocating raced through his mind, but was blown away as the rain clattered down on his back. A strong wind touched his cheek, but the feeling was different then Junichi could remember. As he opened his eyes he saw the large shape of Myotesmon. He grinned and his body cast a black shadow on the boy's face, dancing enchantingly in the light of a lightening bold.
A cold wind stroke Sora's body and she felt empty and alone. Slowly she opened her eyes. A feeling of panic overwhelmed her mind for a second as she saw that Matt was gone. Her eyes quickly scanned the large beach, until she saw a black shape, sitting on a rock. "Matt" she whispered softly as she saw the fully dressed boy. He didn't answer and the silence he left was splintering the perfect image that Sora had enchanted only moments ago. "What's wrong?" she asked as she took her sweater and pressed it closely to her body, like she wanted to protect her white skin from the howling wind that was overwhelming the sound of the waves that brutally crushed into the black rocks at the edge of a cliff that was hanging frozen above the whirling water surface. Slowly she walked towards him and laid an arms around his shoulders. She pressed a kiss in the blond hair of her lover.
"I wish you wouldn't do that"
His voice sounded harsh and icy. Sora slowly stepped back but her eyes were focused on the shivering back of the young boy in front of her. "If you don't love me, you could just say so": she answered softly as her eyes filled with tears. Matt slowly turned his face towards her. As he saw her wet eyes a rage of hormones, that was carefully hidden before, exploded in his brains and controlled now his body. He jumped up, ran towards Sora and slammed her in the face. "Don't you dare crying, Sora. You don't have the right to cry!" He yelled madly. Sora fell on her knees and the sand, that once had given her the feeling of floating above the surface, now pulled her down. "Matt.": she sniffled, her hands tracing the spot where his hand had left a perfect, red match; a reflection of his love, a mirror of his madness. "DON'T SAY ANYTHING!": her friend yelled, kicking in the sand, creating a large cloud of dust that was carried by the wind and envenomed Sora's image of a perfect paradise. "You could never understand, just like Tai couldn't understand it": he almost whispered, but his words echoed over the beach and froze Sora's heart. "Tai?": She silently murmured. Matt closed his eyes and a large tear flowed over his cheek, painting a fine trail of twinkling liquid that indicated the border of Matt's white skin and his blushing cheeks. "I just should have confessed it to you." He cried and he bended his head. "I'm such a loser": he continued. Sora restored her strength and walked towards the black shape in front of her, who was gazing into the large waves that splattered in thousand drops as they were thrown against the white sand. She carefully laid her hand on his shoulder, but Matt pulled his shoulder abrupt away and screamed that she could not touch a traitor. Sora sank on her knees and this image seemed to freeze as a dying star cast his last light on the deserted beach.
"What have you done with me" Junichi stumbled. Myotesmon grinned and moved towards the boy who was laying in the mud. "I couldn't take you with me if you weren't a Digimon": he grinned as he saw the boy was trying to stand up, but fell over again. "You turned me into a Digimon": Junichi asked carefully, slowly moving his hand before his face. As he saw the white cords and the wooden nerves he screamed hysterically. "What have you made from me, you monster!" He yelled, throwing himself down, slamming his head on the ground. Myotesmon laughed diabolical and looked at his precious victim. "Don't do that boy, you will scratch the wood. By the way, I would behave yourself, because I am the only one who can bring you to Digiworld, boy! But of course I can leave you hear on earth where you will life in the shadow of humanity, a creature not permitted by mother nature to life on her skin because you are built by bytes and numbers. You would be one of those helpless outcasts who sleep in moisture basements, afraid of your own reflection that you can see every time you notice a tree. They are not your allies little Digimon of mine. They are real, just like the sky and the earth, while we are only created by the human mind. You can choose but one thing is sure, little boy. My DNA has mixed with your body and it will be a matter of time before the seeds of evil will germinate, for you are a child of the night. You always had it in you, my dear, but when it's exposed to my dark powers, it finally can grow. You'll become an enemy of the Digidestined and in the end you will destroy them. For once you were one of them, but you neglected your job because you craved for one thing you believed you didn't have until you met me. You never saw that my feelings were fake and that deep in you heart, you already knew that you had love. The love, the respect and the friendship of your friends. They accepted you as a leader, not because they were scared of you but because they loved you. But you were blinded by your memories and I couldn't agree more. A parentless boy is an easy victim, because that you will always stay, no matter what happens. You'll stay my slave and a victim of your own insecurity! And now you are ready to give me the one thing that will make me invincible! Your Digivise! Don't make it harder than it is already. Remember that I'm your only ticket to Digiworld! "
Puppetmon's fingers made a fist as he saw himself laying down the road, his feet in a puddle of mud. "I HATE YOU MYOTESMON": the two Puppetmon screamed simultaneous. That very moment a pillar of light fell out of the sky and blinded Myotesmon. Puppetmon's Digivise began buzzing like crazy. Myotesmon was screaming as a large blue hole appeared in the sky. The young Puppetmon was slowly sucked in it. "No, you traitor. throw me the Digivise.": Myotesmon yelled but Puppetmon didn't listen and felt already the warm climate of Digiworld on his wooden skin. Suddenly the portal closed and Myotesmon was left alone, screaming hysterically as the rain wetted his blond strands.
The sun lighted the satellite as a large spot that was following the developments of all the creatures in Japan. Matt's father looked in the sky. Digiworld was falling apart. The ocean had already disappeared. His hands touched the iron bars of the platform that was used to restore the satellite and that normally was occupied by the workmen in their blue clothes with their little lighting bolt stitched on their back and their breast pocket. But it was too early and the streets underneath the building looked empty. Only the paper-delivery boy was already cycling with its bike through the gray streets of Tokyo, looking regularly at the sky, fearing that some sort of monster could fall out of the sky and attack him any minute. As he saw the black shape of Matt's father on the platform he smiled and waved with his hand. "What a nice boy, that little Ken." He was 6-years-old and his black hair was waving on the breeze that was coming from the east. Probably it had inhabited the streets of Kyoto first for a few days. Then it had chosen to blow over the big meadowlands that separated the two cities or it had brought the fishermen at sea a welcome refreshment, until it landed in Yokohama were it stroke the fresh fish in the little market place, spreading the scent of basilica in the large bay. Or perhaps it had fallen from the sky, directly from Digiworld. Matt's father inhaled very deeply and for a second he thought he could smell the familiar odour of his two sons; cherry blossom with a dash of mint. His eyes were suddenly focusing on the road again and he was trying to find the little Ken. As he heard the bell of his bike ringing on the other site of the building, Matt's father ran down the metal stairs that connected the platform with the outside world. Eagerly he was pressing some bottoms of the elevator, but the old machine was so slow that he lost his patience. "I'm gonna loose him": he whispered madly, pronouncing every syllable clearly. Finally the metal doors of the elevator slowly opened and little brown eyes were peeping from underneath the black strands. "Hi mister Oshida": Ken replied the happy face of Matt's father. "I know you like the paper personally delivered, directly to you, sir.": he giggled. "and well, I really enjoy standing on that satellite-platform sir!": he laughed and Matt's father winked secretly. "Come on my little friend! The sun is waiting for you to show itself!": he said with a voice like he was a narrator of a fairytale, as he gazed in the brown pools of Ken's eyes.
Tai woke up. He stretched his back as a painful cramp caused tears in his eyes. The others were still sleeping and Joe was as usual snoring loudly. Tai grinned and wanted to close his eyes again, because he still felt sleepy as he heard someone sniffling. He turned his head and he saw Sora. She laid half in the bushes, her eyes red from tears. Tai grinned devilish as he saw her crying but after a while jealousy made room for compassion and he crawled towards his friend. "He, what's wrong, Sora" he whispered in her ear and he laid his head on her shoulder. The crying stopped and Sora didn't say a word for quite a long time, but suddenly she embraced Tai and began crying again. "Oh Tai" she sniffed and she tried to speak fluently, but her sentences were cut in half by an outburst of another load of tears. "It's Matt": she whispered. Tai laid frozen for a second and then looked around. His eyes flashed over the camping spot. He jumped up and started to run, hysterically searching. Sora followed Tai's example. They both felt that there was something wrong, that something was missing. Silently they tried to find a way to hide this feeling of emptiness for the other one, but something was clear; the blond boy was gone and he had taken his Digimon with him. Tai cried as he saw that there were footprints leading away from the camp, into the forest orientated to the west. Agumon slowly yawned and looked at the stressful situation that was playing in front of his eyes. He walked towards Tai, but his friend didn't notice him. The only thing Tai could think about was the fact that hopefully Matt hadn't done anything stupid. Both friends quickly packed their bags and where ready to follow the trail their friend's boots had made. Suddenly Tai stopped. "Someone should stay here and wait for the others." He said seriously and he looked hopeful to Sora. "I want to find him, Tai": she said confident. As her eyes rested on the sleeping Biyomon, she began crying again. "You are right Tai, someone should stay here and I am the one! My Digimon is still asleep and Agumon is already awake." She murmured. "And talking failed last night, so I would be probably in the way." She continued, bending her head down. Tai grabbed his backpack and winked to Agumon to follow him and in the early light of the rising sun, their quest began. Sora staid behind and watched them disappear in the bushes. Then she fell down on her knees and burst out again in tears. "Please bring him back Tai": she prayed. "I love him". and the sun was colouring the tears that fell down her cheeks and set them on fire.
Puppetmon woke up. His throat was all dry. Little rays of warm sunlight were falling in the basement through the dusty windows. Puppetmon left his bed and looked at his reflection in the old mirror that was hanging in front of the oak table. "I hate this face": he whispered madly and he took his staff from the table. "When will I ever find absolution" and the mirror was crashed in a million pieces by his golden stick.
Ken enjoyed. The cool breeze was enchanting him and the fact that he was sitting on the shoulders of Matt's fathers was giving him wings. He could see the big apartments in the east and he felt like he could touch the Tokyo Tower, that was rising 333 metre above the skyline of Tokyo since it was built in 1958. The sun was reflecting in the large windows of the many skyscrapers and in the river that gracefully flowed through the city centre. Ken loved Tokyo and he didn't mind the big mass of people who inhabited the streets every day to go to their works. He didn't get stressed as he saw the metro where people were packed in the iron can that connected the main districts in Tokyo. His eyes suddenly focused at the debris in the North of the city. Venom Myotesmon had destroyed a lot of buildings who once stood proudly towards the sky, as massive trees of metal and stone, filled with thousands of people who were cooking, eating, sleeping, working in them. A cold breeze made him shiver as he got the feeling he was destined to do some great evil. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but the construction site where many men (and women) were already building new houses and roads, gave him the urgent need to destroy it again. Power was wonderful he suddenly thought and he looked down to the crowded street underneath him. As he was carried by Matt's father he felt a desire of being king, of being an emperor. His dream was suddenly torn apart as his carrier bended down and softly pushed him off his back. "My shift will start in a few minutes Ken. And you ought to finish your round": he smiled and stroke Ken's black hair. Ken laughed and bowed for Matt's father. "Thank you, mister Oshida!" and together they stepped in the elevator which would bring them back to society.
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Author's Notes: End of chapter four!!!! Four, my, my, I didn't think I was able to write that many chapters. And the story isn't finished yet! Damn. Well I hope you still enjoy it and I want to thank all people who reviewed me already! THANK YOU GUYS! Well, please keep reviewing, it's always fun to know what you think about it and I hope to see you back, probably tomorrow for a new chapter! Newt chapter will be entitled: "the way of a young boy"
-Matt Shiratori-
Btw: Digimon isn't mine, although daddy have taken some lawyers now! But Toei, Fox Kids and Akiyoshi Hongo still own the rights! Hello, dad, hurry up. It's almost my birthday!
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The tooth of the black emperor of the night cut the nicely shaped flesh, and seconds later, two fine streams of blood flew out of the wounds. Carefully Myotesmon sucked them up, his lips slowly surrounding the boy's smooth skin that was now marked by the Digimon's sign. "What are you doing": Junichi sighed and he pushed the long, tall vampire away. Myotesmon smiled and winked at his companion. "I'm giving you your reward, my little boy": he grinned and he laid a hand on Junichi's shoulder. Myotesmon moaned as Junichi now stretched his neck so he could easily see the large veins that were carrying the boy's godly blood underneath the thin layer of silken skin that was warm and soft like the inside of Myotesmon's coffin. The Digimon's red eyes followed one of the veins with his finger until it reached the front of Junichi's throat. Delighted by the strong heartbeat, so vividly, so full of life, he breathed rapidly. How he could treasure this stream of life that was transporting the innocence of youth combined with the sweet bubbles of fresh oxygen, that floated once in the dark sky, now filled with rain, but was gathered by the young boy's lungs in one, meaningless breathe. Myotesmon swooped down, biting in the boy's artery. The tinkling sensation of fresh blood suffocated his brains. A massive wave of blood flooded Junichi's body, as an avalanche in the mountains that torn down everything that laid on his path. Myotesmon laughed hysterically as the boy fell down on his knees. "What.are. you.doing.":he stumbled, gasping for air, but the only thing that filled his lunges were large quantities of his own blood. Suddenly everything went black.
Sora touched the sand. The white beach was warm and the sand felt like little white feathers. It was slowly raining, but the drops looked like pink peddles, that glided on the layers of air and where taken by the wind, who guided them over the ocean to a land that Sora only could recall as her home. The feeling of being a bit closer to her home, made her happy and her heart was overwhelmed with joy. The combination of this luck and the thrilling excitement of the moment swept her fears away of the Dark Masters and guided her into a paradise she only could describe as heaven. She smiled as she gazed into the blue eyes of Matt. "I'm ready Matt": She whispered and closed her eyes as she was preparing herself for what was coming.
Numbers and weird signs were dancing before Junichi's eyes. He felt like his body could burst in a thousand pieces any moment. The loud pounding of his heartbeat was filling his ears and seemed to hypnotise him. He didn't notice that his body was shaking until black beams filled the space underneath his skin, which was swelling until it exploded. The pain wasn't bearable for Junichi, but he was in some sort of a dreamscape, a place where his body staid hidden from the outside world, but his mind had wandered off and was seeing a spectacle he could describe as a nightmare. It all seemed so unrealistic. The pain felt like an incredible heat that flowed over his body and paralysed his legs and arms for a second. Piles of clouds were forming a wall after the boy's body. A strong wind pinned him against it and he saw large strands of brown hair falling out of the sky. He felt that his eyes where getting tinnier and some sort of wooden specimen filled his ears and nostrils. The feeling of suffocating raced through his mind, but was blown away as the rain clattered down on his back. A strong wind touched his cheek, but the feeling was different then Junichi could remember. As he opened his eyes he saw the large shape of Myotesmon. He grinned and his body cast a black shadow on the boy's face, dancing enchantingly in the light of a lightening bold.
A cold wind stroke Sora's body and she felt empty and alone. Slowly she opened her eyes. A feeling of panic overwhelmed her mind for a second as she saw that Matt was gone. Her eyes quickly scanned the large beach, until she saw a black shape, sitting on a rock. "Matt" she whispered softly as she saw the fully dressed boy. He didn't answer and the silence he left was splintering the perfect image that Sora had enchanted only moments ago. "What's wrong?" she asked as she took her sweater and pressed it closely to her body, like she wanted to protect her white skin from the howling wind that was overwhelming the sound of the waves that brutally crushed into the black rocks at the edge of a cliff that was hanging frozen above the whirling water surface. Slowly she walked towards him and laid an arms around his shoulders. She pressed a kiss in the blond hair of her lover.
"I wish you wouldn't do that"
His voice sounded harsh and icy. Sora slowly stepped back but her eyes were focused on the shivering back of the young boy in front of her. "If you don't love me, you could just say so": she answered softly as her eyes filled with tears. Matt slowly turned his face towards her. As he saw her wet eyes a rage of hormones, that was carefully hidden before, exploded in his brains and controlled now his body. He jumped up, ran towards Sora and slammed her in the face. "Don't you dare crying, Sora. You don't have the right to cry!" He yelled madly. Sora fell on her knees and the sand, that once had given her the feeling of floating above the surface, now pulled her down. "Matt.": she sniffled, her hands tracing the spot where his hand had left a perfect, red match; a reflection of his love, a mirror of his madness. "DON'T SAY ANYTHING!": her friend yelled, kicking in the sand, creating a large cloud of dust that was carried by the wind and envenomed Sora's image of a perfect paradise. "You could never understand, just like Tai couldn't understand it": he almost whispered, but his words echoed over the beach and froze Sora's heart. "Tai?": She silently murmured. Matt closed his eyes and a large tear flowed over his cheek, painting a fine trail of twinkling liquid that indicated the border of Matt's white skin and his blushing cheeks. "I just should have confessed it to you." He cried and he bended his head. "I'm such a loser": he continued. Sora restored her strength and walked towards the black shape in front of her, who was gazing into the large waves that splattered in thousand drops as they were thrown against the white sand. She carefully laid her hand on his shoulder, but Matt pulled his shoulder abrupt away and screamed that she could not touch a traitor. Sora sank on her knees and this image seemed to freeze as a dying star cast his last light on the deserted beach.
"What have you done with me" Junichi stumbled. Myotesmon grinned and moved towards the boy who was laying in the mud. "I couldn't take you with me if you weren't a Digimon": he grinned as he saw the boy was trying to stand up, but fell over again. "You turned me into a Digimon": Junichi asked carefully, slowly moving his hand before his face. As he saw the white cords and the wooden nerves he screamed hysterically. "What have you made from me, you monster!" He yelled, throwing himself down, slamming his head on the ground. Myotesmon laughed diabolical and looked at his precious victim. "Don't do that boy, you will scratch the wood. By the way, I would behave yourself, because I am the only one who can bring you to Digiworld, boy! But of course I can leave you hear on earth where you will life in the shadow of humanity, a creature not permitted by mother nature to life on her skin because you are built by bytes and numbers. You would be one of those helpless outcasts who sleep in moisture basements, afraid of your own reflection that you can see every time you notice a tree. They are not your allies little Digimon of mine. They are real, just like the sky and the earth, while we are only created by the human mind. You can choose but one thing is sure, little boy. My DNA has mixed with your body and it will be a matter of time before the seeds of evil will germinate, for you are a child of the night. You always had it in you, my dear, but when it's exposed to my dark powers, it finally can grow. You'll become an enemy of the Digidestined and in the end you will destroy them. For once you were one of them, but you neglected your job because you craved for one thing you believed you didn't have until you met me. You never saw that my feelings were fake and that deep in you heart, you already knew that you had love. The love, the respect and the friendship of your friends. They accepted you as a leader, not because they were scared of you but because they loved you. But you were blinded by your memories and I couldn't agree more. A parentless boy is an easy victim, because that you will always stay, no matter what happens. You'll stay my slave and a victim of your own insecurity! And now you are ready to give me the one thing that will make me invincible! Your Digivise! Don't make it harder than it is already. Remember that I'm your only ticket to Digiworld! "
Puppetmon's fingers made a fist as he saw himself laying down the road, his feet in a puddle of mud. "I HATE YOU MYOTESMON": the two Puppetmon screamed simultaneous. That very moment a pillar of light fell out of the sky and blinded Myotesmon. Puppetmon's Digivise began buzzing like crazy. Myotesmon was screaming as a large blue hole appeared in the sky. The young Puppetmon was slowly sucked in it. "No, you traitor. throw me the Digivise.": Myotesmon yelled but Puppetmon didn't listen and felt already the warm climate of Digiworld on his wooden skin. Suddenly the portal closed and Myotesmon was left alone, screaming hysterically as the rain wetted his blond strands.
The sun lighted the satellite as a large spot that was following the developments of all the creatures in Japan. Matt's father looked in the sky. Digiworld was falling apart. The ocean had already disappeared. His hands touched the iron bars of the platform that was used to restore the satellite and that normally was occupied by the workmen in their blue clothes with their little lighting bolt stitched on their back and their breast pocket. But it was too early and the streets underneath the building looked empty. Only the paper-delivery boy was already cycling with its bike through the gray streets of Tokyo, looking regularly at the sky, fearing that some sort of monster could fall out of the sky and attack him any minute. As he saw the black shape of Matt's father on the platform he smiled and waved with his hand. "What a nice boy, that little Ken." He was 6-years-old and his black hair was waving on the breeze that was coming from the east. Probably it had inhabited the streets of Kyoto first for a few days. Then it had chosen to blow over the big meadowlands that separated the two cities or it had brought the fishermen at sea a welcome refreshment, until it landed in Yokohama were it stroke the fresh fish in the little market place, spreading the scent of basilica in the large bay. Or perhaps it had fallen from the sky, directly from Digiworld. Matt's father inhaled very deeply and for a second he thought he could smell the familiar odour of his two sons; cherry blossom with a dash of mint. His eyes were suddenly focusing on the road again and he was trying to find the little Ken. As he heard the bell of his bike ringing on the other site of the building, Matt's father ran down the metal stairs that connected the platform with the outside world. Eagerly he was pressing some bottoms of the elevator, but the old machine was so slow that he lost his patience. "I'm gonna loose him": he whispered madly, pronouncing every syllable clearly. Finally the metal doors of the elevator slowly opened and little brown eyes were peeping from underneath the black strands. "Hi mister Oshida": Ken replied the happy face of Matt's father. "I know you like the paper personally delivered, directly to you, sir.": he giggled. "and well, I really enjoy standing on that satellite-platform sir!": he laughed and Matt's father winked secretly. "Come on my little friend! The sun is waiting for you to show itself!": he said with a voice like he was a narrator of a fairytale, as he gazed in the brown pools of Ken's eyes.
Tai woke up. He stretched his back as a painful cramp caused tears in his eyes. The others were still sleeping and Joe was as usual snoring loudly. Tai grinned and wanted to close his eyes again, because he still felt sleepy as he heard someone sniffling. He turned his head and he saw Sora. She laid half in the bushes, her eyes red from tears. Tai grinned devilish as he saw her crying but after a while jealousy made room for compassion and he crawled towards his friend. "He, what's wrong, Sora" he whispered in her ear and he laid his head on her shoulder. The crying stopped and Sora didn't say a word for quite a long time, but suddenly she embraced Tai and began crying again. "Oh Tai" she sniffed and she tried to speak fluently, but her sentences were cut in half by an outburst of another load of tears. "It's Matt": she whispered. Tai laid frozen for a second and then looked around. His eyes flashed over the camping spot. He jumped up and started to run, hysterically searching. Sora followed Tai's example. They both felt that there was something wrong, that something was missing. Silently they tried to find a way to hide this feeling of emptiness for the other one, but something was clear; the blond boy was gone and he had taken his Digimon with him. Tai cried as he saw that there were footprints leading away from the camp, into the forest orientated to the west. Agumon slowly yawned and looked at the stressful situation that was playing in front of his eyes. He walked towards Tai, but his friend didn't notice him. The only thing Tai could think about was the fact that hopefully Matt hadn't done anything stupid. Both friends quickly packed their bags and where ready to follow the trail their friend's boots had made. Suddenly Tai stopped. "Someone should stay here and wait for the others." He said seriously and he looked hopeful to Sora. "I want to find him, Tai": she said confident. As her eyes rested on the sleeping Biyomon, she began crying again. "You are right Tai, someone should stay here and I am the one! My Digimon is still asleep and Agumon is already awake." She murmured. "And talking failed last night, so I would be probably in the way." She continued, bending her head down. Tai grabbed his backpack and winked to Agumon to follow him and in the early light of the rising sun, their quest began. Sora staid behind and watched them disappear in the bushes. Then she fell down on her knees and burst out again in tears. "Please bring him back Tai": she prayed. "I love him". and the sun was colouring the tears that fell down her cheeks and set them on fire.
Puppetmon woke up. His throat was all dry. Little rays of warm sunlight were falling in the basement through the dusty windows. Puppetmon left his bed and looked at his reflection in the old mirror that was hanging in front of the oak table. "I hate this face": he whispered madly and he took his staff from the table. "When will I ever find absolution" and the mirror was crashed in a million pieces by his golden stick.
Ken enjoyed. The cool breeze was enchanting him and the fact that he was sitting on the shoulders of Matt's fathers was giving him wings. He could see the big apartments in the east and he felt like he could touch the Tokyo Tower, that was rising 333 metre above the skyline of Tokyo since it was built in 1958. The sun was reflecting in the large windows of the many skyscrapers and in the river that gracefully flowed through the city centre. Ken loved Tokyo and he didn't mind the big mass of people who inhabited the streets every day to go to their works. He didn't get stressed as he saw the metro where people were packed in the iron can that connected the main districts in Tokyo. His eyes suddenly focused at the debris in the North of the city. Venom Myotesmon had destroyed a lot of buildings who once stood proudly towards the sky, as massive trees of metal and stone, filled with thousands of people who were cooking, eating, sleeping, working in them. A cold breeze made him shiver as he got the feeling he was destined to do some great evil. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but the construction site where many men (and women) were already building new houses and roads, gave him the urgent need to destroy it again. Power was wonderful he suddenly thought and he looked down to the crowded street underneath him. As he was carried by Matt's father he felt a desire of being king, of being an emperor. His dream was suddenly torn apart as his carrier bended down and softly pushed him off his back. "My shift will start in a few minutes Ken. And you ought to finish your round": he smiled and stroke Ken's black hair. Ken laughed and bowed for Matt's father. "Thank you, mister Oshida!" and together they stepped in the elevator which would bring them back to society.
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Author's Notes: End of chapter four!!!! Four, my, my, I didn't think I was able to write that many chapters. And the story isn't finished yet! Damn. Well I hope you still enjoy it and I want to thank all people who reviewed me already! THANK YOU GUYS! Well, please keep reviewing, it's always fun to know what you think about it and I hope to see you back, probably tomorrow for a new chapter! Newt chapter will be entitled: "the way of a young boy"