Firstus, I want to warn you that I might start getting confusing from here on in. If I do, then just e-mail me (the_purple_schnoodle@yahoo.com) and I'll make sure to add some sort of explanation in.

Secondus, I would like to make a small disclaimer (because I forgot it on the last part of the fic, though it is on the first chapter). *ahem* I do not now, nor ever have, nor ever, as far as I know, will own Digimon. The concept of the Diadem was made up by John Peel (a very cool author. Read his books!), but my friends and I have tweaked it quite a lot. The Chaos Lords & Co. are our characters, totally and completely.

Now that that's over with, and I'm probably starting to annoy you people now...enjoy the next portion of Digital Chaos!

-~-

....ended up on Tatooine...that's where we found this boy...My, my...

"Dementia?"

...this here Anakin guy, maybe Vader some day later now- Yes?

"Is it really necessary to...uh...sing like that?"

Yes. -he's just a small fry. He left his home, he kissed his mommy good-bye saying "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi. Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi."...

"Ho boy." Ken rubbed his temples. I could tell he was feeling a little stressed. Not that I could blame him. We'd been walking for hours, and we still hadn't found any sign of the people who were supposed to be looking for her. At least we'd been able to drop off all the babies...

Maybe if I could just get her to stop singing...she'd been at it non-stop ever since we left Primary Village. "Ahem...Dementia?"

Well I know he built C3PO, and I've heard how fast his pod can go, and we were-eh?

"Could you maybe tell us who we're looking for, exactly?"

Two transparent humans appeared beside us. One was a girl with blond hair that went past her shoulders. She was a couple inches taller than Ken and wore a dark, forest green tunic and pants, and had a even darker green cape. At her side hung a sword with a shiny gem in the hilt. The other was a brown haired girl, who was a little shorter than Ken. She was dressed in similar clothes, only hers were deep violet, with a dark purple cape. Above their heads flashed neon name tags. "Rahvin" said the one above the blond. "D'nea" said the brunette's.

Ken studied them. "They're dressed...oddly."

They disappeared, and Dementia replied immediately, It's the latest style on Chaos!

"We'll take your word for it."

-~-

Rahvin teleported us to the Digital World. After we got our bearings, and decided on a direction, I asked her to explain how she did it.

"Teleportation, you mean?" she asked.

"Exactly."

She glanced at my Pineapple laptop, and raised an eyebrow. "Where I'm from, they're apples..." she muttered softly, then shrugged. "Teleportation is easy...once you get the hang of it. You always need a lot of concentration, because you could end up anywhere if you don't."

"How does it work, in the first place? Could one of us learn how to do it?" It'd be a lot easier moving to and from the Digital World if we could, I added silently.

"If you had magic, maybe. It comes to me naturally, so I don't need a spell for it. But if, say, D'nea wanted to teleport, she'd need to find a spell. It involves changing yourself or, in the case of multiple teleportation, a group of people into thoughts."

That startled me. "Thoughts?"

"Of course. Nothing's faster than the speed of thought. And mind readers, or telepaths can sense other minds through walls, and across great distances. When you teleport, you have to know where you want to go and picture it in your mind. If teleportation is natural to you, you'll finish the spell naturally. If you need to use a spell out of a book, you'd picture the place and then say the spell."

"Prodigious..."

Tai, who was leading the group, called back to us. "Hey, Rahvin! We think we've found something!"

Rahvin hurried up to them, and groaned. They were gathered on the top of a hill. When I joined them, I immediately saw what they'd seen. A whole army of multi-colored mice, each armed with a small cocktail umbrella, stood at attention at the bottom of the hill.

One small, blue mouse stepped forward, and proclaimed in a shrill, squeaky voice,
"Greetings, Lady Rahvin, Empress of Night, Queen of the Evening, Guardian of Fire, and Keeper of Spirit! We, the Mouse Minions of The Grand Carrot Killer, Dementia Moonstruck-"

"Borderline!" chimed the rest of the mice. "Borderline! Borderline!"

"-are searching for our Mistress. We wish to know if you, Lady Rahvin, have seen her?"

Rahvin, who was eyeing the mice with a frown, shook her head. "No. But I'm looking for her. If you find her first, tell her to contact me ASAP, alright?"

"Bummer." The mouse sighed, and then bowed. "If we have the fortune to find our Mistress first, we will most surely tell her of your message."

"By the way," Rahvin glared savagely at them. "You wouldn't happen to know which one of you little---mice---blew up my library last-"

The mouse suddenly looked panicky. "Uh, no! No, of course not. Terribly sorry, but we must be off now! Our Mistress may need us!"

The entire army disappeared in a tiny bursts of multicolored smoke.

"What was that all about?" Yolei asked, picking up a small umbrella that was left behind. It disappeared in her hand, and she gave an exclamation of surprise.

Rahvin winced dramatically. "Uh...those were some of Dementia's minions."

Matt stared at her, incredulous. "Some of her minions?"

"Minions?"

"Are you so sure that she needs our help?"

Cody answered before Rahvin could. "We promised we'd help Rahvin find her. She needs Dementia to find Enime, doesn't she?"

Rahvin nodded. "Exactly. And I want to know where Dementia is, in any case. It's always a good idea to know where she or her minions are." She scowled suddenly. "Crazy little umbrella wielding mice....if I ever catch that little squeaker I'll refract him."

We stared at her. Min offered, as an explanation, "Not that long ago, one of Dementia's mice minions got into Castle Chaos and destroyed part of Rahvin's library. She's still mad at the thing."

Thinking of my laptop, I realized I could sympathize.

Rahvin shrugged. "Whatever. Let's go."

-~-

After Rahvin and the others teleported, D'nea sat sulking. I could have handled the sulking, but the fact that she was sitting three feet in the air was a little disturbing. I was trying to think of some way to get her out of her blue funk, when Wizardmon suddenly did it for me. "Excuse me, D'nea..."

D'nea blinked, and looked down at him.

"Could you give us a tour of this place?"

D'nea did a little twirl in the air, scanning the Great Hall, then shrugged. "Sure, why not." "Standing" up, floated a foot off the ground, and looked thoughtful. "I could show you my garden, but I'd better leave Rahvin and Ae'ros' rooms alone."

A few moments later, Davis, Kari, Gatomon, Wizardmon, D'nea and I were bundled into her elevator. As it started to move up, I realized with a start that not only the walls, but the floor and ceiling were made of glass (or at least, something that looked like it). I gulped, looking down. The ground was moving away very quickly, and there didn't seem to be a whole lot holding up the elevator. "Uh..."

D'nea glanced at me, and grinned. "Oh...that. Don't worry, it's never malfunctioned, and it's been running for centuries."

It didn't do much to reassure me, but I kept my mouth shut about it, and looked up instead. Wizardmon didn't help when he asked how the elevator worked, and D'nea started in with this long explanation about "mix of telekinesis and the makings of an Earth elevator." Soon, though, we reached solid, opaque ground again. We bundled out of the elevator and into a large, elaborate garden. "Just wait 'till we go back down." D'nea grinned, a little mischievously, and I got a little worried.

My worries, however, were soon forgotten when D'nea started to lead us around her garden. She hundreds of different kinds of plants, a lot of which I'd seen before, and a lot which I could tell had never grown on Earth. A network of streams, fountains and waterfalls ducked and dodged around various plants, and I couldn't help thinking how Gomamon would have loved this place. *Maybe the others can contact him for me. He'd never let me forget it if I left him out of all this.*

In the middle of the garden was a large pool with a surface so calm it looked like it was made out of glass. "Sometimes I can scry with it," D'nea was explaining.

"Could you find you friend Dementia in it?" Wizardmon wondered.

D'nea shrugged. "We tried earlier, and it gave us an earful. Something about 'disconnected number'. I wouldn't mind trying again. Maybe this time it'll give us a clue that we can pass on to the searchers." She knelt down next to the pool, and touched the surface with one finger. The water rippled away from her finger and, as it did, the water slowly turned white. "Pool..."

The water churned, and bubbled. A voice that reminded me of a waterfall snapped, "What?!"

D'nea rolled her eyes. "Chill out. Could you try looking for Dementia again, please? She'd be in the Digital World."

The water calmed for a moment, and then swirled. "That one that was a bunch of random pixels? The one who's mouse minion traumatized my sister, over in Rahvin's library? That Dementia?"

The Chaos Lord winced. "Yeah, that'd be her."

The pool growled, and boiled. After a moment or two, it settled down and sighed. "Alright. Fine." Its surface rippled, and it went silent.

After a minute or so of silence, I caught D'nea's attention. "What's it doing?"

"Searching. Just be patient."

Just then the pool rippled again. "Found her. Or, part of her, anyway. At least, her minions." The pool twisted, and suddenly we could see a large forest. I recognized it from our travels in the Digital World. A volleyball, hovering in mid air, suddenly zoomed into view. It paused in its flight, soared upwards, bobbed back down and zoomed on. Behind it came a small troop of what looked like mice, only they carried small, paper cocktail umbrellas, and were all in colors of the rainbow. Above them, flew some small, humanoid looking beings, with transparent dragonfly wings. "Bob," D'nea commented. "The volleyball," she added, off of our confused looks. "The mice are hers, also the pixel pixies."

"The...what?" Davis blinked.

"Pixel pixies. Smart of her to call some up, they'll be a big help getting her back together. Looks like she's not with this bunch, though." D'nea went silent and closed her eyes. Before we could start to get seriously worried, she opened them again. "I told Rahvin about them. She says she'll keep an eye out for them, and if her group runs into them maybe they'll tag along."

-~-

Enime looked up from his spell books and glared at the small, pixie-like creatures that were swarming around his head. "Go away!" Mage lightning punctuated his words. The pixies giggled manically and began performing some complicated and sort of pretty synchronized flying moves.

"SHAIDOW!"

The shape shifter materialized next to its master. "Yes, Master?"

Enime jabbed a finger at the pixies. "These are Dementia's minions."

"Yes, Master."

"And we got rid of Dementia."

"That is correct, Master."

"THEN WHY ARE THESE HERE?!"

Shaidow flinched. "I believe, Sire, that they're protesting the fact you scattered their Master...err...Mistress."

"Well, then, get rid of them." Enime snarled and turned back to the book. "I have to study the mental link the Chaos Lords have between them."

The shape shifter tried to peer over the mage's shoulder. "Why, Sire?"

"Because I believe I can..." He glanced up, and glared at the pixies. They all wore identical expressions of innocence. "Filthy little spies."

Behind the Logic mage's chair, a sixteen year old human boy stood stiff and silent. His eyes had a glazed, blank look and it was obvious he was not aware of his surroundings.

-~-

Being a handful of random pixels has a few definite down sides to it. The obvious one, of course, is not having a body. It seriously restricts your explosive carrying capabilities, and if you don't have explosives how can you fight the Carrots? And then there's the fact you can't actually talk. Only write out what you want to say with your own pixels.

Still, it had a few perks. Two words: Special Effects. Mwa ha ha haaaa.

"Dementia...maybe it would be better if you didn't broadcast our location to anyone who might be nearby like that."

I sent up another flare, just for the fun of it and "looked" at him. If I had eyes, I would have blinked. Which brought up a question: If I don't have ears, how could I hear? I decided I didn't care. What? Why not?

Ken grimaced. "I'm not all that well liked around here."

Aw, c'mon. Who could not like you?

"You mean besides you and Wormon? Everyone."

Your parents must like you.

"Well...yeah. But they don't know what I've done..."

So you were evil for awhile. Big woop-de-doo. Some people might consider me evil. I preened. But they're usually the ones who have been hurting my friends. I added an evil looking smiley face after this.

"You're lucky to have friends."

Wormon hugged Ken's leg, "I'll always be your friend, Ken."

Ken smiled down at him. "Thanks Wormon."

Suddenly, my dear, beloved Bob came zooming around a bend and, spotting me, darted over. He did a few loop-de-loops around my cluster of pixels and then did a volleyball victory dance in the air above Ken's head.

Both human and Digimon backed away quickly. "What's that?!"

It's Bob. One of my minions. I "turned" to Bob. Who's a good little minion? Whooo's a good little minion! Bob bobbed in happiness.

Ken and Wormon exchanged looks. "O-kay."

Bob! Have you found Rahvin and D'nea yet? Bob sunk lower in the air and looked as sad as a volleyball can. Don't worry! But, you must go find them! Fly, my pretty, fly! Fly!

He twirled in the air and zoomed away.

We watched as he grew smaller, and farther away. Ken looked at me. "Now what?"

Now we wait for Bob to find my friends.

-~-

Something collided with my back, and I yelped, spinning around and drawing my sword. Then I realized who (or, rather, what) it was and laughed. "Bob!"

Tai and the rest stared.

"It's a floating volleyball," Matt commented, bluntly. "A...floating volleyball."

"It's Bob. Dementia's head minion," I explained.

Bob did a series of twirls and bobs in the air, which made me think that perhaps he was trying to tell us something. "What is it...uh...boy? Have you found Dementia?"

The volleyball whizzed around frantically and zipped off the way it had come. I took that as a yes. "I think he's found her! If we just follow him, I think he'll lead us to her!"

"You think," Tai pointed out.

"Yes, well, talking to a volleyball takes a whole lot of interpretation. I'm not positive that's what he 'said.' I do know that if we don't hurry up and follow him we're going to lose him and the one lead we've had all day. Will you come on?" Not waiting to see if they did, I jogged after the volleyball. When he'd realized we weren't following him, he'd stopped and performed some agitated little loop-de-loops.

"We're coming, Bob. Just chill."

They jogged up a moment later, and we trooped out, following the floating volleyball.

-~-

Ken and I started to swap stories. I told him about my Carrot conquests, and he told me about soccer strategies and how they could be used in battle, etc. He made it very clear that he wasn't going to be using them in battle ever again, but I still found it an interesting topic.

Just as I was in the middle of the story of how I found this number to call if you'd like things blown up (A/N: This is actually another fic I'm writing...I'll post what I have of it after I've posted this one) when Bob came zooming back, with a group of kids who I didn't recognize being lead by someone I did. Azzie! I "called."

The brown, fuzzed up haired boy glanced at Rahvin. "Azzie?"

Rahvin shrugged a little. "Its my nickname. Short for Azalea, which is another nickname." He looked confused, so she shook her head. "Never mind."

She ran over to me and eyed my clusters of transparent pixels. "Dem?"

In the flesh...err...pixels. I created and narrowed a pair of eyes. Hey! Where's D'nea?

Rahvin ducked her head. "We thought it'd be a good idea if she stayed at Chaos."

What? Why?

Enime's poisoning her with his magic.

WHAT?! I snarled as best I could without a mouth. Oooooh, he's gone too far this time. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him!!!

Rahvin suddenly clapped both hands over her ears and yelped in pain. "Aargh! D'nea! Lower the volume, lower the volume!" She got that "listening" look, then gasped. "What?!" She looked up at me. "I think you're going to get your chance. He's attacking the castle."

And I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to end this part here. Compliments? Complaints? Just tell me. :)