Author's Notes:
Today I wandered down some fields and I was getting lost. it was raining
gently and a cold breeze run over my spine. Suddenly I could feel just like
Matt, just like Tai, just like Sora and even like Puppetmon. My
inspiration was also enlightened as I heard some tunes of my brothers new
CD from Takashi Kako (The Square OST). The beautiful strings mixed with an
African solo instrument made my heart weak and it melted away. I found
inspiration back after 3 sleepless nights and boring days! Anyway, I
watched at the last episode of Digimon season 2. and to that wonderful
episode where Joe finds Matt back and they are ready to destroy Piedmon!
That really loaded up my energy!
Btw: Digimon is still owned by Toei Inc., Fox Kids and Akiyoshi Hongo.
******************************************** CHAPTER FIVE
The water of the river looked like a stream of gold. Small boats silently crossed it, breaking the waves who were calmly splashing against the pillars of the iron bridge, that looked like a dried tree, with metal arms who slowly followed the rhythm of the wind, who cradled the metallic piece on its eternal breath. Oikada was sitting lonely on a bench, his black hair shining in the light of the evening sun. Others should have enjoyed the nice scenery that laid in front of the man, but Oikawa gazed in the sky, his eyes focused on something that no other individual could see. "I would have showed you": he whispered. "I would have cried for you, but my tears are already lost on the way from your grave to this particular bench. They have wetted the marble and they have seen your son and wife mourn over your body. But now that they are gone, inhabiting in one of the many apartments on the other side of this river, I feel like no one could ever be connected again with me. I feel like I am a stranger in the land, even the city where I was born." His eyes focused on the golden waves that made the water surface come alive. "I belong in another world my friend. You and I knew it. But now I am lost again as your hand isn't here to guide me. I feel like I am out of love." His hand was slowly removing his tears as his eyes found something glittering in the light of the sun. Oikada stood up and took the coin in his hand. "I would give anything to go there. every Yen I have left." With a loud splash the silver coin disappeared in the darkness of the river.
Matt sighed as he looked at the world around him. He moved his hand to protect his eyes against the vigorously sunlight that almost blinded him. The only thing he could see was sand. The desert he had entered looked empty and the wind was howling a secret, unknown song. He felt like a lonely string attached to an old violin. The other strings were all gone, some were broken, some were stolen away from the old instrument and others were just wasted away. Just like friendship could. Matt closed his eyes. It was true, he knew it now and he had made up his mind about it. Love is something precious that people like to keep closely, protected from rain and wind inside their hearts. They built a small shield around it and they try to protect it with all their might. Although they loose everything, they still want to capture that little sparkle of warmth in their hearts. Cause that's the one aspect of love no one can deny; the warmth and tenderness it creates. But love is also dangerous. It causes jealousy and it poisons relationships. It even has the power to enchant people so they would do terrible things. But the worst thing Matt feared was the fact that it created doubt. Doubt as hard as steal and as cold as ice. Matt felt like crying but his tears were all dried up by the warm summer sun that burned the only green plants that were left in the barren earth underneath the blond boy's feet, the only inhabitants that were left on this big mosaic of plains that Matt liked to describe as infinity. Everything seemed so endlessly tall and the Digidestined felt like he was falling in an endless pit of despair that was black as a night without a moon to guide a young boy away from his dark future. He fell down, his knees touching the hot sand. His knees were already bleeding because it was the third time the boy fell over. Gabumon slowly crawled towards his master. His furry paw swept away the sweat that had been formed on the white forehead of the boy. A trail of salty liquid flew down his cheeks and dripped over his lips, that were signed by the evil desert wind. Big scarves like gorges that cut in landscapes where filled with a small layer of desert sand. Gabumon pressed his cold nose against Matt's cheek. "Matt" he whispered anxiously, but the boy didn't reply. Instead his face transformed from white into gray. The beautiful blush that was normally painted on the boy's cheek was gone. "Matt": Gabumon cried again and he slowly stroke Matt's blond strands. "Wake up. Matt": he sniffled and he felt something wet flowing down his cheeks that rested on the soft skin. Surprised he looked up and saw that his master was crying. His lips were slowly moving and were forming letters. The Digimon gazed hopefully to the pale face of his friend. "Come on, Matt, what do you need?" He whispered and he stiffened as he heard Matt's answer.
"Tai!"
"Stay here, Matt, I'm coming back'": Gabumon yelled and as quick as an antelope that is hunted by a lion he ran away!
Puppetmon left his house. The sun was shining through the treetops and was casting vividly dancing shadows on the path that leaded the Dark Master deeper into the forest. His red hat was pressed against his wooden skull but the evil Digimon still felt cold. As he past a water pond, he gazed at his reflection and for a minute he thought he could hear the distant echo of somebody who was laughing diabolical. A familiar voice was speaking to him on the high tunes of the whistling wind. He had despised this voice, he hated the annoyance that was hidden underneath the low syllables. He was repulsed by its sound that filled his brains and seemed to cut off the veins that leaded his juices around his body. "Myotesmon": Puppetmon whispered. "Every time I see myself I know that a part of you still lives in me. As you gave me your deadly kiss that transformed me, I have given you my youth, but you paid for your greed as a part of your DNA is now strangled with mine." Puppetmon tried to laugh, but it seemed like his high giggle was frozen and stuck in his throat. "Perhaps I am still the big loser. As you keep possessing me and hunt my dreams. And every time I see those Digidestined-kids I have the urgent need to destroy them. Another legacy of the your evilness. But yesterday, when I saw those two boys on the beach, I felt like they showed me again the meaning of pure friendship, even love. That is something strong you have never experienced. This feeling keeps overwhelming me and it paralyses you as you are growing weak because you can't find a host who is weak enough to believe you. You sense that those kids are getting stronger and they are growing every time they defeat another enemy. And you can only look helplessly as you turn weaker."
Suddenly Puppetmon saw that the water of the pond was moving. First it shook a couple of seconds, but then it was making big waves and the colour changed from azure blue to ink black. A shadow looked at Puppetmon from the bottom of the lake. An evil laughter filled the morning sky and a white mist was slowly gathering over the pond. "Puppetmon." A low voice whispered. Puppetmon grinned but he didn't feel comfortable. "You don't scare me, you aren't even in Digiworld!" he replied and his red eyes were focusing on the large shadow. "That's right. I made the mistake to underestimate your brain capacity, Junichi." Myotesmon laughed and he saw that Puppetmon's hand was tightening harder around his staff. "I'm no longer Junichi": he yelled. The shadow seem to come closer and closer and Puppetmon expected that the dark emperor himself should jump out of the water every minute now. But the shadow floated on the surface and it's dark shape was moving from side to side like a snake. "But a part of that boy is still there. I sense it as you can sense me inside your body. And although we live in separate worlds we both know that one day those parts will be reunited again, to create an undeletable evil. No one will stop us. My powers will grow again and if I wait long enough, the Digidestined will defeat you and my part of the DNA you carry inside you will come back to my body. The only thing to do is to find a good host to carry out my plans." Puppetmon placed his hands on his ears, but his body was shivering as he heard the loud giggle of Myotesmon. A bluebird flew up, disturbed and frightened. "My little Puppetmon. You try too hard to hide me, but as your mind tries to find a way to get rid of me, you think about me and I grow inside your little wooden brains. Give up this fight Puppetmon and let me control you! You know that no matter what you do I will be the winner. And you are just a lot in the lottery. Sooner or later those kids, you detest in one way and love in another way, will be your doom. You are still like I met you on that dark day in December in that park, as I entered the real world for the first time. I remember it still, although it's so many years ago. You were crying and you were such an easy target for you denied everyone's love! Even then I could sense that you had some evil in you. Perhaps it was only a little germ, but under my mastered hand it germinated and grew until you became a Dark Master, filled with hate and devilish plans. It was so easy to plant a dark spore into your body. But something went wrong while harvesting the plant. You turned in a Digimon and I could absorb your energy while you get a part of mine. The first transportation through the Digigate had changed the plant's own DNA- structure. That resulted in the most hideous mistake of my life!" Myotesmon grinned and a dark claw was scratching its nails against some rocks that laid half in the water.
Puppetmon fell on his knees. "The first Digidestined-kids could send me back, but it was only a matter of time before I restored the portal that Jenai had broken as I returned to Digiworld. Time had pasted on earth more rapidly then in Digiworld, because of the portal which was destroyed. It created all kinds of side affects: there was no night anymore. Until suddenly, one day it came back and I could leave my hideout to gather all the pieces of the gate. But Jenai had searched some new Digidestined-kids: Tai, Sora, Matt, Mimi, T.K and Joe. Those little slime balls almost ruined my precious plans, but I feel that revenge is drawing near. And you must be happy Puppetmon, for you will be a witness of it all. As I wander down the streets of Japan as an invincible mist I can feel the evil that dwells here in this stinking world! Soon I will find a new slave to plant my dark spores and then Digiworld and the earth will be mine!" the water whirled again, until it didn't move. The fog disappeared and Puppetmon's eyes were shining devilish red. "I must defeat the Digidestined and their Digimon" he yelled and he began running towards the beach where the Digidestined had their camping spot!
Tai scanned the landscape with his binocular. "No sign of him, Agumon" he said and the Digimon could sense a little dash of pain in his friend's voice. "Don't worry Tai, we'll find him." He promised his friend, but Agumon's eyes looked rather worried. There were so many evil creatures in Digiworld and the desert that surrounded the two friends was really suspicious and dangerous. The orange little dragon liked to run away from this deserted place that scared him. He felt like he was constantly followed by someone. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he didn't feel very comfortable. He slowly placed his paw on Tai's knee. "Come on, lets continue our search." He whispered and he gazed at the footprints in the sand. They looked rather new. At least one good sign. It was easy to follow the tracks, but they had to hurry because the winds in this part of Digiworld were treacherous and would soon sweep away the prints, with its white, dusty waves that rolled over the wide area of sand and dirt. Without saying another word they continued their quest.
The moon was standing high in the sky. The sound of cars who were normally inhabiting the gray roads and the many bridges were fading away and the enjoyable quietness of the night surrounded Oikawa. His black coat was happily playing with the wind who threw the large parts of cotton high in the air that smelled like honeysuckle or woodbine, and overwhelmed the silent man. The magical scent flew inside his nostrils and memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes. He could clearly see the two boys now, playing in front of a big television, their controls tightly pressed inside their hands. They were laughing and were teasing each other constantly as they smashed their pillows, that protected their bums from the cold floor only seconds ago, against each others head. "He was my best friend": Oikawa whispered and his voice was carried by a cold wind that brought the inhabitants of Tokyo some refreshment. Suddenly little white clouds drifted on the river, and after a few minutes the whole area was covered with a big cloud of fog, like a blanket that was spread over the bay. "What is happening" the black man thought. "This isn't normal for this time of year." Oikawa's eyes focused and he was suddenly taken by an unknown fear. He could feel the mist suck around his legs and glue him to the pavement. He wanted to run but he couldn't. He stood helplessly and he fell on his knees as he heard a low voices echoing over the dark water.
Tai looked again through his binocular. It was so warm on that wide open area, he thought his limbs were going to melt and mix with the hot sand that burned his rubber soles of his shoes. He grabbed in one of his pockets to find a white tissue. He carefully cleaned his forehead by sweeping the white piece of cloth rapidly against his skin. Agumon looked at his master. They were moving for hours now and there didn't seem to be a single trace of any human being nearby. The Digimon coughed and gazed at the horizon. "We would have stumbled on something that Matt left! But I don't see anything that gives us a clue where he went." Tai's focused on the last footprint they had find. The desert wind had done its work very decently. Every trace of the blond boy was gone and Tai felt an emptiness inside his soul that tasted bitter. "This can't be true": he suddenly cried hysterically and he fell over. "Please Agumon, tell me this isn't happening! Tell me this is just a dream": he cried and he wetted the fur of the little dragon's skin. "I'm sorry Tai": he replied quietly and he closed his eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of his master crying in this hot desert sand. He could smell Tai's loneliness and pain and it had made him weak. He felt like one of the grains of sand in an hour-glass. He felt that time was ticking away very slowly, so slowly that it seemed like it had been frozen. The only thing that told Agumon that this was merely an illusion was the fact that he felt Tai's warm breath on his body, every time the boy gasped between another sob. Suddenly Tai began speaking rapidly. His confession flowed over his lips as a waterfall in Africa where the water dives from an enormous height into the pool of liquid at the bottom of a valley. "This is all my fault, Agumon. My jealous has made me blind and I couldn't see Matt's doubt. I didn't feel his loneliness that was so obvious to see! The only thing I could think about was how I could let him forget about Sora. I am such a fool. I had pictured ourselves growing old together, having a nice house near Kyoto. I feel like I have drowned in my own tears that will flood these barren plains and destroy all evil. I cannot live without Matt, Agumon. He is my potion of life, he is my every breath, he is the one that makes my heart beating and pumping blood around my body. But as I will never find him I am lost and I will die all alone here because I am missing the one thing that gives me the strength to live!" The brown boy started to cry even harder, leaving Agumon confused and silently behind in the sand. The little Digimon looked at his friend and he almost began crying himself. The feeling of pain had changed in disappointment. "How could you ever give up on him, Tai": Agumon suddenly screamed. A couple of vultures looked disturbed at the intruders who laid in the desert sand. "I know he is still alive, but the only thing that can save him is your perseverance Tai! You got the power in you. I know it is there and the only thing it needs now is to be unlocked. You love him Tai and that is a strong feeling, even stronger than friendship. I know that you will find him, so don't give up! " Agumon felt his tears rolling down his cheeks but he didn't mind. He just gazed into the brown eyes of Tai, who strangely twinkled in the light of the sun! "You are right, Agumon": Tai whispered and his hand pinched in the layer of fine, white sand. "I can't give up now. I know he is close. I just feel it!" Tai's cheeks were blushing healthy and the thought he could find Matt in merely a few minutes, had loaded his energy level. With a loud yell he jumped up, took his Digimon under his arm and ran further, an unknown road ahead of him, with not even the slightest trace of his friend, but somehow inside the Digidestined's heart he knew that his friend was alive and was waiting for him to be rescued.
"Oikawa."
The voice sounded harsh and cold, but the man in black thought he had heard this sound before, somewhere in a long past childhood that only cast a shadow on his heart. "Who is there?": he answered suspiciously and his eyes flashed from side to side. He felt so unsure, like someone was ready to trick him. The voice however replied his insecurity by laughing devilish. "Don't be afraid! I am a friend. I am someone who saw you suffering from UP THERE!" Oikawa slowly stood up, his head nodding as he didn't know what to think about this odd moment. "Are you an angel?" he finally asked, his voice shivering a bit as a cold wind ran down his spin and placed a powerful spell on him. It was the spell of something treacherous, something that could be immediately linked with evil. But Oikawa was too curious to run away. The voice sighed. "I am not an angel and I ain't coming from the place you people like to call heaven." Someone grinned. "I'm from Digiworld my dear friend." The black man's eyes focused on a large shadow that danced on the water surface. "You are from Digiworld?" It was quiet for a minute but then a loud giggle broke the silence. "I am from Digiworld and I could take you there if you want it! Oikawa's eyes widened as he heard the explanation from that diabolical voice that seemed to control every aspect of the environment; even the water of the river or the mist that hanged like a veil around the harbour of Tokyo. "Just let me use your body to obtain new energy so I can open a gate to Digiworld, so we can go there!" The man sank down his feet. He wanted so badly to this word he fantasised about day and night. It had robbed him every night from his sleep, but the feeling that overwhelmed him this very moment convinced him to trust this strange voice and let him take over his body. "I except": he said loud and the voice replied him with a diabolical laughter. A cold wind surrounded his body and he seemed to be sucked in sort of a endlessly dark pit. He screamed because he felt the fright taking over his body. Suddenly a loud blast knocked him off his feet.
Puppetmon evilly laughed as he saw the Digidestined. "Puppetmon" Joe screamed and he grabbed his hand tightly around his Digivise. The wooden Digimon giggled and walked towards the children in front of him. Their Digifriends were ready to attack. "We will get you Puppetmon": T.K yelled and he looked at Patamon who nodded in approval. Mean while Sora gazed anxiously at the horizon. "Come on Tai, please find Matt! We need your Wardigimon. Tai, the others need your leadership. And I need you Matt! I can't battle without you." She thought and she felt Biyomon's paw in the palm of her hand. Her friend slowly pinched her warm flesh and she knew that Sora had some kind of a problem. She had felt it all day, but she didn't wish to upset the others by asking what's wrong. Since the others had awoken, they hadn't had the chance to talk probably. "I will protect you Sora" she whispered and a warm wave of friendship heated up her body as she heard Sora sigh relieved and she felt her smile burn her feathers. But somehow Biyomon felt a doubt in her glance. She saw that her friend was thinking deeply. "What is Matt's secret?" Sora whispered quietly, but loud enough so Biyomon could understand her. "What's going on here": the pink Digimon wondered, but she didn't think for long because Puppetmon launched his first attack.
Dark clouds had packed together above the desert. Tai looked anxious towards the sky. "You think we'll have to face a storm?" He asked. He hoped that this wasn't the truth, but deep down in his restless heart he knew that it was a pointless question. Things were getting worse. It seemed like everything turned against him, like the whole world had condemned the love he felt for Matt. He felt like he was cursed and that his future was only looking black. No ray of sunlight could ever be able to make its way through the dark cloud that unwounded his lonely soul and splashed it into a burning well of ice cold fire. "I feel so miserable." He thought, but he was suddenly struck by a lightening bolt as he saw a fury shape in the desert sand, that was transformed under the power of the black clouds from white until ash gray! "Gabumon": Tai screamed as he ran towards the Digimon. Slowly the purple monster opened his eyes. "Tai": he said and he tried to smile. As his friend took him in his arms, Gabumon transformed again in Tsunomon. Tai petted the Digimon's head. "It's OK, little guy, we are here! Were is Matt?" tai asked concerned. Tsunomon opened his eyes and looked at his pal. "I have used my last strength to find you Tai. Matt is laying a couple of miles up east. He is in very bad shape. You have to rescue him. Do you hear me, Tai! Please, don't let him die.": Tsunomon gasped and he cried. His warm tears fell on Tai's arms. The young boy felt the eager need to cry with the Digimon laying in his arms, but his mind said that it was time to move. "We will find him Tsunomon": Tai answered the tears of his friend and he pressed the purple animal close to his chest. The wind was already blowing up large quantities of sand, but he didn't mind. His goal was clear and he knew he was close to achieving it. He longed for Matt, to take him in his arms and hug him for an eternally. But suddenly the cold shadow of doubt fell over his heart as he slowly whispered. "Does he truly love me?"
**************************************************************************** **** End from chapter five. Sorry that I have let you wait so long, but when an author looses his inspiration it can take a while to find it back! Please keep reviewing, it gives me a good feeling that I know that perhaps one person reads my story! Chapter six is on its way!
Btw: Digimon is still owned by Toei Inc., Fox Kids and Akiyoshi Hongo.
******************************************** CHAPTER FIVE
The water of the river looked like a stream of gold. Small boats silently crossed it, breaking the waves who were calmly splashing against the pillars of the iron bridge, that looked like a dried tree, with metal arms who slowly followed the rhythm of the wind, who cradled the metallic piece on its eternal breath. Oikada was sitting lonely on a bench, his black hair shining in the light of the evening sun. Others should have enjoyed the nice scenery that laid in front of the man, but Oikawa gazed in the sky, his eyes focused on something that no other individual could see. "I would have showed you": he whispered. "I would have cried for you, but my tears are already lost on the way from your grave to this particular bench. They have wetted the marble and they have seen your son and wife mourn over your body. But now that they are gone, inhabiting in one of the many apartments on the other side of this river, I feel like no one could ever be connected again with me. I feel like I am a stranger in the land, even the city where I was born." His eyes focused on the golden waves that made the water surface come alive. "I belong in another world my friend. You and I knew it. But now I am lost again as your hand isn't here to guide me. I feel like I am out of love." His hand was slowly removing his tears as his eyes found something glittering in the light of the sun. Oikada stood up and took the coin in his hand. "I would give anything to go there. every Yen I have left." With a loud splash the silver coin disappeared in the darkness of the river.
Matt sighed as he looked at the world around him. He moved his hand to protect his eyes against the vigorously sunlight that almost blinded him. The only thing he could see was sand. The desert he had entered looked empty and the wind was howling a secret, unknown song. He felt like a lonely string attached to an old violin. The other strings were all gone, some were broken, some were stolen away from the old instrument and others were just wasted away. Just like friendship could. Matt closed his eyes. It was true, he knew it now and he had made up his mind about it. Love is something precious that people like to keep closely, protected from rain and wind inside their hearts. They built a small shield around it and they try to protect it with all their might. Although they loose everything, they still want to capture that little sparkle of warmth in their hearts. Cause that's the one aspect of love no one can deny; the warmth and tenderness it creates. But love is also dangerous. It causes jealousy and it poisons relationships. It even has the power to enchant people so they would do terrible things. But the worst thing Matt feared was the fact that it created doubt. Doubt as hard as steal and as cold as ice. Matt felt like crying but his tears were all dried up by the warm summer sun that burned the only green plants that were left in the barren earth underneath the blond boy's feet, the only inhabitants that were left on this big mosaic of plains that Matt liked to describe as infinity. Everything seemed so endlessly tall and the Digidestined felt like he was falling in an endless pit of despair that was black as a night without a moon to guide a young boy away from his dark future. He fell down, his knees touching the hot sand. His knees were already bleeding because it was the third time the boy fell over. Gabumon slowly crawled towards his master. His furry paw swept away the sweat that had been formed on the white forehead of the boy. A trail of salty liquid flew down his cheeks and dripped over his lips, that were signed by the evil desert wind. Big scarves like gorges that cut in landscapes where filled with a small layer of desert sand. Gabumon pressed his cold nose against Matt's cheek. "Matt" he whispered anxiously, but the boy didn't reply. Instead his face transformed from white into gray. The beautiful blush that was normally painted on the boy's cheek was gone. "Matt": Gabumon cried again and he slowly stroke Matt's blond strands. "Wake up. Matt": he sniffled and he felt something wet flowing down his cheeks that rested on the soft skin. Surprised he looked up and saw that his master was crying. His lips were slowly moving and were forming letters. The Digimon gazed hopefully to the pale face of his friend. "Come on, Matt, what do you need?" He whispered and he stiffened as he heard Matt's answer.
"Tai!"
"Stay here, Matt, I'm coming back'": Gabumon yelled and as quick as an antelope that is hunted by a lion he ran away!
Puppetmon left his house. The sun was shining through the treetops and was casting vividly dancing shadows on the path that leaded the Dark Master deeper into the forest. His red hat was pressed against his wooden skull but the evil Digimon still felt cold. As he past a water pond, he gazed at his reflection and for a minute he thought he could hear the distant echo of somebody who was laughing diabolical. A familiar voice was speaking to him on the high tunes of the whistling wind. He had despised this voice, he hated the annoyance that was hidden underneath the low syllables. He was repulsed by its sound that filled his brains and seemed to cut off the veins that leaded his juices around his body. "Myotesmon": Puppetmon whispered. "Every time I see myself I know that a part of you still lives in me. As you gave me your deadly kiss that transformed me, I have given you my youth, but you paid for your greed as a part of your DNA is now strangled with mine." Puppetmon tried to laugh, but it seemed like his high giggle was frozen and stuck in his throat. "Perhaps I am still the big loser. As you keep possessing me and hunt my dreams. And every time I see those Digidestined-kids I have the urgent need to destroy them. Another legacy of the your evilness. But yesterday, when I saw those two boys on the beach, I felt like they showed me again the meaning of pure friendship, even love. That is something strong you have never experienced. This feeling keeps overwhelming me and it paralyses you as you are growing weak because you can't find a host who is weak enough to believe you. You sense that those kids are getting stronger and they are growing every time they defeat another enemy. And you can only look helplessly as you turn weaker."
Suddenly Puppetmon saw that the water of the pond was moving. First it shook a couple of seconds, but then it was making big waves and the colour changed from azure blue to ink black. A shadow looked at Puppetmon from the bottom of the lake. An evil laughter filled the morning sky and a white mist was slowly gathering over the pond. "Puppetmon." A low voice whispered. Puppetmon grinned but he didn't feel comfortable. "You don't scare me, you aren't even in Digiworld!" he replied and his red eyes were focusing on the large shadow. "That's right. I made the mistake to underestimate your brain capacity, Junichi." Myotesmon laughed and he saw that Puppetmon's hand was tightening harder around his staff. "I'm no longer Junichi": he yelled. The shadow seem to come closer and closer and Puppetmon expected that the dark emperor himself should jump out of the water every minute now. But the shadow floated on the surface and it's dark shape was moving from side to side like a snake. "But a part of that boy is still there. I sense it as you can sense me inside your body. And although we live in separate worlds we both know that one day those parts will be reunited again, to create an undeletable evil. No one will stop us. My powers will grow again and if I wait long enough, the Digidestined will defeat you and my part of the DNA you carry inside you will come back to my body. The only thing to do is to find a good host to carry out my plans." Puppetmon placed his hands on his ears, but his body was shivering as he heard the loud giggle of Myotesmon. A bluebird flew up, disturbed and frightened. "My little Puppetmon. You try too hard to hide me, but as your mind tries to find a way to get rid of me, you think about me and I grow inside your little wooden brains. Give up this fight Puppetmon and let me control you! You know that no matter what you do I will be the winner. And you are just a lot in the lottery. Sooner or later those kids, you detest in one way and love in another way, will be your doom. You are still like I met you on that dark day in December in that park, as I entered the real world for the first time. I remember it still, although it's so many years ago. You were crying and you were such an easy target for you denied everyone's love! Even then I could sense that you had some evil in you. Perhaps it was only a little germ, but under my mastered hand it germinated and grew until you became a Dark Master, filled with hate and devilish plans. It was so easy to plant a dark spore into your body. But something went wrong while harvesting the plant. You turned in a Digimon and I could absorb your energy while you get a part of mine. The first transportation through the Digigate had changed the plant's own DNA- structure. That resulted in the most hideous mistake of my life!" Myotesmon grinned and a dark claw was scratching its nails against some rocks that laid half in the water.
Puppetmon fell on his knees. "The first Digidestined-kids could send me back, but it was only a matter of time before I restored the portal that Jenai had broken as I returned to Digiworld. Time had pasted on earth more rapidly then in Digiworld, because of the portal which was destroyed. It created all kinds of side affects: there was no night anymore. Until suddenly, one day it came back and I could leave my hideout to gather all the pieces of the gate. But Jenai had searched some new Digidestined-kids: Tai, Sora, Matt, Mimi, T.K and Joe. Those little slime balls almost ruined my precious plans, but I feel that revenge is drawing near. And you must be happy Puppetmon, for you will be a witness of it all. As I wander down the streets of Japan as an invincible mist I can feel the evil that dwells here in this stinking world! Soon I will find a new slave to plant my dark spores and then Digiworld and the earth will be mine!" the water whirled again, until it didn't move. The fog disappeared and Puppetmon's eyes were shining devilish red. "I must defeat the Digidestined and their Digimon" he yelled and he began running towards the beach where the Digidestined had their camping spot!
Tai scanned the landscape with his binocular. "No sign of him, Agumon" he said and the Digimon could sense a little dash of pain in his friend's voice. "Don't worry Tai, we'll find him." He promised his friend, but Agumon's eyes looked rather worried. There were so many evil creatures in Digiworld and the desert that surrounded the two friends was really suspicious and dangerous. The orange little dragon liked to run away from this deserted place that scared him. He felt like he was constantly followed by someone. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he didn't feel very comfortable. He slowly placed his paw on Tai's knee. "Come on, lets continue our search." He whispered and he gazed at the footprints in the sand. They looked rather new. At least one good sign. It was easy to follow the tracks, but they had to hurry because the winds in this part of Digiworld were treacherous and would soon sweep away the prints, with its white, dusty waves that rolled over the wide area of sand and dirt. Without saying another word they continued their quest.
The moon was standing high in the sky. The sound of cars who were normally inhabiting the gray roads and the many bridges were fading away and the enjoyable quietness of the night surrounded Oikawa. His black coat was happily playing with the wind who threw the large parts of cotton high in the air that smelled like honeysuckle or woodbine, and overwhelmed the silent man. The magical scent flew inside his nostrils and memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes. He could clearly see the two boys now, playing in front of a big television, their controls tightly pressed inside their hands. They were laughing and were teasing each other constantly as they smashed their pillows, that protected their bums from the cold floor only seconds ago, against each others head. "He was my best friend": Oikawa whispered and his voice was carried by a cold wind that brought the inhabitants of Tokyo some refreshment. Suddenly little white clouds drifted on the river, and after a few minutes the whole area was covered with a big cloud of fog, like a blanket that was spread over the bay. "What is happening" the black man thought. "This isn't normal for this time of year." Oikawa's eyes focused and he was suddenly taken by an unknown fear. He could feel the mist suck around his legs and glue him to the pavement. He wanted to run but he couldn't. He stood helplessly and he fell on his knees as he heard a low voices echoing over the dark water.
Tai looked again through his binocular. It was so warm on that wide open area, he thought his limbs were going to melt and mix with the hot sand that burned his rubber soles of his shoes. He grabbed in one of his pockets to find a white tissue. He carefully cleaned his forehead by sweeping the white piece of cloth rapidly against his skin. Agumon looked at his master. They were moving for hours now and there didn't seem to be a single trace of any human being nearby. The Digimon coughed and gazed at the horizon. "We would have stumbled on something that Matt left! But I don't see anything that gives us a clue where he went." Tai's focused on the last footprint they had find. The desert wind had done its work very decently. Every trace of the blond boy was gone and Tai felt an emptiness inside his soul that tasted bitter. "This can't be true": he suddenly cried hysterically and he fell over. "Please Agumon, tell me this isn't happening! Tell me this is just a dream": he cried and he wetted the fur of the little dragon's skin. "I'm sorry Tai": he replied quietly and he closed his eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of his master crying in this hot desert sand. He could smell Tai's loneliness and pain and it had made him weak. He felt like one of the grains of sand in an hour-glass. He felt that time was ticking away very slowly, so slowly that it seemed like it had been frozen. The only thing that told Agumon that this was merely an illusion was the fact that he felt Tai's warm breath on his body, every time the boy gasped between another sob. Suddenly Tai began speaking rapidly. His confession flowed over his lips as a waterfall in Africa where the water dives from an enormous height into the pool of liquid at the bottom of a valley. "This is all my fault, Agumon. My jealous has made me blind and I couldn't see Matt's doubt. I didn't feel his loneliness that was so obvious to see! The only thing I could think about was how I could let him forget about Sora. I am such a fool. I had pictured ourselves growing old together, having a nice house near Kyoto. I feel like I have drowned in my own tears that will flood these barren plains and destroy all evil. I cannot live without Matt, Agumon. He is my potion of life, he is my every breath, he is the one that makes my heart beating and pumping blood around my body. But as I will never find him I am lost and I will die all alone here because I am missing the one thing that gives me the strength to live!" The brown boy started to cry even harder, leaving Agumon confused and silently behind in the sand. The little Digimon looked at his friend and he almost began crying himself. The feeling of pain had changed in disappointment. "How could you ever give up on him, Tai": Agumon suddenly screamed. A couple of vultures looked disturbed at the intruders who laid in the desert sand. "I know he is still alive, but the only thing that can save him is your perseverance Tai! You got the power in you. I know it is there and the only thing it needs now is to be unlocked. You love him Tai and that is a strong feeling, even stronger than friendship. I know that you will find him, so don't give up! " Agumon felt his tears rolling down his cheeks but he didn't mind. He just gazed into the brown eyes of Tai, who strangely twinkled in the light of the sun! "You are right, Agumon": Tai whispered and his hand pinched in the layer of fine, white sand. "I can't give up now. I know he is close. I just feel it!" Tai's cheeks were blushing healthy and the thought he could find Matt in merely a few minutes, had loaded his energy level. With a loud yell he jumped up, took his Digimon under his arm and ran further, an unknown road ahead of him, with not even the slightest trace of his friend, but somehow inside the Digidestined's heart he knew that his friend was alive and was waiting for him to be rescued.
"Oikawa."
The voice sounded harsh and cold, but the man in black thought he had heard this sound before, somewhere in a long past childhood that only cast a shadow on his heart. "Who is there?": he answered suspiciously and his eyes flashed from side to side. He felt so unsure, like someone was ready to trick him. The voice however replied his insecurity by laughing devilish. "Don't be afraid! I am a friend. I am someone who saw you suffering from UP THERE!" Oikawa slowly stood up, his head nodding as he didn't know what to think about this odd moment. "Are you an angel?" he finally asked, his voice shivering a bit as a cold wind ran down his spin and placed a powerful spell on him. It was the spell of something treacherous, something that could be immediately linked with evil. But Oikawa was too curious to run away. The voice sighed. "I am not an angel and I ain't coming from the place you people like to call heaven." Someone grinned. "I'm from Digiworld my dear friend." The black man's eyes focused on a large shadow that danced on the water surface. "You are from Digiworld?" It was quiet for a minute but then a loud giggle broke the silence. "I am from Digiworld and I could take you there if you want it! Oikawa's eyes widened as he heard the explanation from that diabolical voice that seemed to control every aspect of the environment; even the water of the river or the mist that hanged like a veil around the harbour of Tokyo. "Just let me use your body to obtain new energy so I can open a gate to Digiworld, so we can go there!" The man sank down his feet. He wanted so badly to this word he fantasised about day and night. It had robbed him every night from his sleep, but the feeling that overwhelmed him this very moment convinced him to trust this strange voice and let him take over his body. "I except": he said loud and the voice replied him with a diabolical laughter. A cold wind surrounded his body and he seemed to be sucked in sort of a endlessly dark pit. He screamed because he felt the fright taking over his body. Suddenly a loud blast knocked him off his feet.
Puppetmon evilly laughed as he saw the Digidestined. "Puppetmon" Joe screamed and he grabbed his hand tightly around his Digivise. The wooden Digimon giggled and walked towards the children in front of him. Their Digifriends were ready to attack. "We will get you Puppetmon": T.K yelled and he looked at Patamon who nodded in approval. Mean while Sora gazed anxiously at the horizon. "Come on Tai, please find Matt! We need your Wardigimon. Tai, the others need your leadership. And I need you Matt! I can't battle without you." She thought and she felt Biyomon's paw in the palm of her hand. Her friend slowly pinched her warm flesh and she knew that Sora had some kind of a problem. She had felt it all day, but she didn't wish to upset the others by asking what's wrong. Since the others had awoken, they hadn't had the chance to talk probably. "I will protect you Sora" she whispered and a warm wave of friendship heated up her body as she heard Sora sigh relieved and she felt her smile burn her feathers. But somehow Biyomon felt a doubt in her glance. She saw that her friend was thinking deeply. "What is Matt's secret?" Sora whispered quietly, but loud enough so Biyomon could understand her. "What's going on here": the pink Digimon wondered, but she didn't think for long because Puppetmon launched his first attack.
Dark clouds had packed together above the desert. Tai looked anxious towards the sky. "You think we'll have to face a storm?" He asked. He hoped that this wasn't the truth, but deep down in his restless heart he knew that it was a pointless question. Things were getting worse. It seemed like everything turned against him, like the whole world had condemned the love he felt for Matt. He felt like he was cursed and that his future was only looking black. No ray of sunlight could ever be able to make its way through the dark cloud that unwounded his lonely soul and splashed it into a burning well of ice cold fire. "I feel so miserable." He thought, but he was suddenly struck by a lightening bolt as he saw a fury shape in the desert sand, that was transformed under the power of the black clouds from white until ash gray! "Gabumon": Tai screamed as he ran towards the Digimon. Slowly the purple monster opened his eyes. "Tai": he said and he tried to smile. As his friend took him in his arms, Gabumon transformed again in Tsunomon. Tai petted the Digimon's head. "It's OK, little guy, we are here! Were is Matt?" tai asked concerned. Tsunomon opened his eyes and looked at his pal. "I have used my last strength to find you Tai. Matt is laying a couple of miles up east. He is in very bad shape. You have to rescue him. Do you hear me, Tai! Please, don't let him die.": Tsunomon gasped and he cried. His warm tears fell on Tai's arms. The young boy felt the eager need to cry with the Digimon laying in his arms, but his mind said that it was time to move. "We will find him Tsunomon": Tai answered the tears of his friend and he pressed the purple animal close to his chest. The wind was already blowing up large quantities of sand, but he didn't mind. His goal was clear and he knew he was close to achieving it. He longed for Matt, to take him in his arms and hug him for an eternally. But suddenly the cold shadow of doubt fell over his heart as he slowly whispered. "Does he truly love me?"
**************************************************************************** **** End from chapter five. Sorry that I have let you wait so long, but when an author looses his inspiration it can take a while to find it back! Please keep reviewing, it gives me a good feeling that I know that perhaps one person reads my story! Chapter six is on its way!