The Black Tags
A Mysterious Production
Description: They gather back at the main cabin and find Matt, Sora and Joe oblivious to the new members and the other people…
Sora was watching the sunshine stream through her window. She was sitting on her bed in her little room, only big enough for two beds and a dresser. She sat in one of the eight other rooms in this small rustic cabin. . Love lost and found, that's where she is. Escaping from commitment to a meaning less relationship that was only made because of need. The perfect plan, she needed to be loved in order for her crest to glow. But it stopped working didn't work when she felt the lies, the worthless hope she would have a perfect romance with Tai. So instead she did the first thing that popped into her mind, she ran away, back to the cabin with friends, Matt and Joe, shoulders to cry on about her decision. She would often wish Mimi was here, she needed a female perspective if she was making the right choice. I I am making the right decision and I don't need anyone to tell me that. Need, a word that has surfaced again and again. I ponder sometimes if the word need is really a want. /I She let out a deal of air, but could still feel the stress on her shoulders.
I I wonder where biyo went /I She continued to watch a breeze play with the small fallen leaves. They swirled and danced in an array of patterns unlike anything Sora has seen. As she watched, each leaf displaced characteristics of… Sora saw one fly and land on another, they would spin on cue… petit ballet dancers. Now entranced with the show she felt as if they were performing her favorite ballet, The Nutcracker. It seemed so real as a leaf took the face of the girl, another the Prince she was looking for. She could even hear the Orchestra, with the flutes delicate tune. They danced, with true love in their eyes. Each savored every moment for their dream come true. But a steady gust of wind whipped the two lovers apart. Half of the ballet was whisked away as the rest fell dead without the power to move. Crippled until another breeze came along. Still caught in the movement of the dance, she blinked realizing the stupidity of thinking leaves were performing the Nutcracker for her enjoyment.
I Every extra minute I spend here, my mind decreases even more. /IThis was insane. After the leaves and wind have left minutes ago, she could still hear the flutes singing their intricate tune. I Matt knows I've been depressed these days. Maybe it's him /I The song was teasing her to come outside and dance to its cheery music. I But when did he have the time to carve a flute?/I The music was taunting her to dance with the sun in her face and be filled with life. I Why the hell, not?/I Sora cautiously opened her window careful not to break the 'sturdy' handy work of Joe. The one that usually leaked, a carpenter he will never be. She stepped on the warm tall grass. The music louder then ever she jumped for what seemed forever and landed with a little kick. She danced and laughed herself to exhaustion. Still laughing she sat on the ground humming the harmony to the flute. She picked a daisy from the earth and entwined it into her short brown hair.
"Sora I heard you laughing. Are you feeling okay?" A worried voice rang out, face planting Sora into reality.
Embarrassed she rose up, head low and let out a meek "I'm fine."
A slight chucked came from the other person. Sora's ears burned a deep red. "I was just kidding Sora. It's beautiful to hear your laugh again. These past few weeks you were so silent, it scared me."
Sora lifted her head to see Matt staring back with crystal blue eyes. He was happy for her, as a friend should be. Sora glanced at Matt's hand. He was holding no flute. In fact he was holding a spoon and wearing his cooking clothes. The music was all in her imagination. A realistic daydream was all it was. "It's dinner time already?" She asked steering the conversation away form asking why Sora was out here before it began.
"I think we are going to have visitors. Have you seen the screen of your digivice?" Sora shook her head. Her digivice, crest, dignity and her priorities were lying on her bed, in her small room. Matt fumbled through his deep pockets of his apron or his 'protection against accidents when Gabumon is cooking clothes' as he calls it. He brought out his digivice. On the screen, six dots were heading towards two others.
"Six?" Sora asked. There could not be another one. Not after so many years have passed.
"I was guessing Joe found them when he was on his daily hike in the mountains." Sora nodded. These past weeks Joe had been retreating to the mountains for the day and coming back for dinner and sleep. At first Matt and Sora thought this was odd behavior because he would hike at such a pace Gomamon would not be able to follow him. Leaving Joe unprotected from everything. But every day he would come back relaxed and focus, all in one piece. I Maybe we are all going insane. /I Sora thought as the wind blew gently, just enough to knock the daisy from her hair and fly away with the breeze.
Matt picked another flower from the earth. It was yellow, like a dandelion but had a warm pink at the end of each separate petal. He opened his mouth to say something that would give hope for Sora's soul. But Gabumon's soft voice pushed its way to Matt's ears. He was yelling about smoke. With that Matt dashed to the kitchen to save his creations. The flower in his hand fell to the ground without touching Sora's hand. Feeling exhausted and a bit silly standing all alone in a field of flowers and grass, she too retreated to her room. On the way back she never noticed the crushed flower she stepped on. She clambered over the window and saw a sweet bouquet of wild flowers. Each freshly picked smelled like the field of grass sparkled with these types of flowers. I this is where Biyo was/I Joyous thoughts simmered through her head. She cleared off her bed in search for a quick nap. As she rested her head on a not so fluffy pillow, she could almost hear a flute singing her a lullaby.
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"Amazing isn't it, Matt." Gabumon pointed to a cake. Only three layers with smudges of red berries as icing. It was not attractive. But compared to the black heap in the garbage pile, it was truly amazing.
Matt smiled, not a normal smile but one he gave to express the pure happiness in his soul. "Some of the best work, I've seen. I'm sure everyone would love it. You do the honors." Gabumon gave a wolfy smile as he spread white icing spelling the words 'Welcome Back to the Family'.
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Amy sat down on a fallen tree long, not caring if her clothes would be damp. She felt like her legs were two flimsy tubes filled with jello. They have been hiking for the better half of the day and according to Tai's calculations another few hours. These people may look thin, but they are well in shape. The pace they kept would put her gym teacher to exhaustion, but her gym teacher was a bit flabby anyway.
"Come on Amy. We can't be the last ones lagging behind. How will the others think of you?" Her small friend said. Nihonmon were meant to fly, not walk. Amy saw her pale purple eyes show the surface of her inner weariness. Amy picked up her digimon and placed her on her shoulder as she double timed her paced to catch up with the others.
Jogging through the woods on a none existing trail, Amy's thoughts were on the last three digidestined. What were they like? Will they treat her as if she was a friend, but nothing more as younger TK and Kari have? Or will they not trust her at all. Thinking she had no idea what had happen to them. Mimi did not talk to her. Amy was doubtful that was her own nature for she is very friendly to the others. Two guys one girl, two the same age and one a year old, it was likely they would have the same behavior as Mimi showed. What isolation did to a group of people, made them develop bonds that were strong unbreakable and never allow ANYONE to interfere with their bonds. May they be wishing for their deaths or wishing for friendship.
Thinking of her own digimon. Nihonmon she wished, "One day I will find a way to make your wings whole again." Amy sighed. Nihonmon leaped to the ground.
She turned around to face her partner. "So I would not be such a burden on your shoulder? Then I will walk." Face forward she tool a small step.
"I meant that all Nihonmon should be able to fly. You were designed to do that."
"Now I am a default? Maybe you should trade in your old model for a newer undamaged one," She started to walk faster. Amy only took one step to bring both of them together.
"You should stop taking the worst translation. I said I want my good friend to have what she should have." Nihonmon stopped the words seeped in. Amy picked up her digimon and let her sit on her shoulder as they both continued to the rest of the group. They have reached the group, all resting underneath a tall shady tree.
"We're taking a five minute break. We are about ten minutes away." Tai said while brushing away a drop of sweat from his glistening forehead.
"Why are we stopping when we are so close?" Nihonmon asked. Exhaustion has wore off, allowing her to ask questions. Tai was silent for he was drinking from a river.
"He doesn't want to look tired from the walk to show he can hike for hours and not feel a thing." Agumon said for Tai. Even after all the years there was still a need for competition. They sat around tell Amy and Nihonmon of their adventures, until a wonderful smell wafted in the air.
"Aright Matt is done cooking." The blond boy spoke as he and the wide ear digimon quickly began the short distance to the cabin. Tai and Agumon tried to run ahead in order to be first there. The others made there way too. Last to rise Amy started to walk down the hill. Her face in lines of worry, she hoped for the understanding of the last digidestined.
Only a few meters away she could glimpsed at the cabin they called home, her home now. Beside a field of wild grass sparkled with vibrant flowers and a river rushing downstream at a slow pace, perfect for swimming it was a prime location. The cabin itself was odd, that's the best word for it. A flat roof over a large building with strangely shaped windows, it did not have the best design. As she walked closer she could see it was built out of logs, most likely the ones from the small forest area near the river. Even at this distance she could hear the shouts of delight the others gave the hikers. The small blonde one had a brother, she heard. Preoccupied with the visit no one saw Amy and Nihonmon standing on the hill, observing, anxious at the coming events. Amy was nervous, Nihon wasn't.
"Come on Amy" She twisted her head and smiled, "we have to make a good first impression."
"Yeah, there is only one first impression." Amy grumbled and slowly moved on.
Still celebrating, they were starting to exchange stories as Amy and Nihonmon came into the heated cabin. Everything stopped. A tall girl with astonished brown eyes and short red-brown hair, only opened her mouth as no words flowed through. The pink bird digimon beside her smiled with her eyes and welcomed them to the group. The other one, standing next to the fire would only acknowledge them with a wave.
"I guess it wasn't Joe," he spoke with a strained voice clearly trying to suppress any emotion he had. His digimon the dog with a strange horn upon its head motioned for the pair of intruders to sit down around the crude chimney place. Tai engaged his role as leader and introduced the invaders to their new family.
"… and he might fall into a hole of self pity for the hundredth time so don't say anything that will upset him." Tai teased.
"At least I didn't fall for the damn trap with the net clearly above the plate of pizza." Matt snapped back.
"They are my only weakness." Tai pouted, eyes pleading for forgiveness. One look and everyone started bawling in laughter.
Amy laughed but froze as her attention was wrapped around the mysterious figure in the doorway. The light from the fire did not give her enough sight to see the tall lean figure's face. He moved in long strides towards the side of a glowing digimon's eyes. As he sat down she saw blackish-blue hair fall in front of a clumsy framed eyes. A small exchange of words, and the seal digimon rested his head on his arms as he tried to sort Joe's lame excuses.
The fireplace shivered for a moment. Then a gust of coal dust covered the sight of each digidestined and their digimon. A familiar voice rang out, "Sorry children, next time I will use a door." The smog was cleared with a spiral twister and a Pepper breath gave light to the cabin. A short man with the insight of many years stood in front of the destroyed fireplace.
"Is it Santa Clause?" TK asked, before opening his eyes. Santa never visited them in the digiworld.
A heart warming chuckle came from the man. "Sorry TK, it is only Gennai but bringing gifts for one person." He turned to Amy. She was pondering who exactly Gennai was for no one had mentioned him. He bestowed a yellow pendent in her arms. She held the glistening pendent to the fire, examining it in great detail. "It is your own tag."
"But where is the crest?" Nihonmon said, eye's daring Gennai to answer her question.
"It is lost for now but it will be found now you are both here." Gennai ended for a second allowing everyone to listen to his long agonizing story. Amy proudly wore her tag around her neck. "As you already know there are nine more people with the same powers of digivoling. They have digivices, crest and tags, the colour black. You see a tag can change the effects of digivoling. There are many rules with these instruments for even if they change colour, it could ruin the outcome. These black tags, as the books call them, corrupt the crest inside of them. They turn gray for a true crest will never be black. The digivoling is corrupted as well. For their plans, I have no clues on what they want to accomplice. So be careful when approaching them." He stopped, thinking for a moment and carried on, "I wish to consult my books for a while. I will contact you soon." Gennai used the door this time and was gone, leaving them to make a plan of attack or defense.
Tai spoke to the seated 18. "How do we destroy them?" He asked excited of the new action.
"We can't kill them." Amy insisted, "They are thinking, feeling people with minds that are creative and opinionative."
"But are lead by twisted thoughts of anger, hate, evil." Joe paused letting his passage slip into the minds of his friends, "We must save the digiworld from anything that will harm it."
"And go home to our families," Mimi added, teary eyed at the prospect of normal life.
"We can not… I will bnot/b take a life." Amy snarled." If you want to destroy anything with the word 'evil' next to it, you would be just as bad as them."
"Right now Amy, you are not part of the decision." Sora spoke, her eyes harder then diamonds. "The last 7 years, we have conquered the minds of destructive digimon again and again. We have seen, wept, hurt. While you were enjoying edible food, family, a normal life that should be ours too! You are not part of this group because you show up with a digimon and a digivice. I go with annihilation." She sat down, still fuming at her speech. Amy did not comment, for she knew her mouth would betray common sense, as Sora's did.
Quickly sensing massive tension, Matt argued both sides bringing only nonsense to the ears of the digidestined. Feeling the disbelief in the air he sat down leaving the floor open. To everyone's relief Gennai appeared over Izzy's laptop.
"I see you are talking. That is good." The image's lips moved, "The enemy, the black tags, have the same advantages as you do. Each side is balanced, if the battle is fought it will only lead to the destruction of both sides."
"That's a comfort." Izzy interrupted.
"So how do we destroy them?" TK asked.
"You will win." That was all Gennai said. As he slipped away. Everyone was perplexed at Geddi's answer but remembered all the other half-truths Gennaii has given them over the years and ate their dinner, served by Matt and Gabumon with only the minimal amounts of conversation. The highlight of the dinner was a simple cake adored with the words 'Welcome to the family'. That was the first time in her new home Amy smiled.
A/N- A question: Did anyone make it this far? Could you please leave a review to say you did? Should I continue??
A Mysterious Production
Description: They gather back at the main cabin and find Matt, Sora and Joe oblivious to the new members and the other people…
Sora was watching the sunshine stream through her window. She was sitting on her bed in her little room, only big enough for two beds and a dresser. She sat in one of the eight other rooms in this small rustic cabin. . Love lost and found, that's where she is. Escaping from commitment to a meaning less relationship that was only made because of need. The perfect plan, she needed to be loved in order for her crest to glow. But it stopped working didn't work when she felt the lies, the worthless hope she would have a perfect romance with Tai. So instead she did the first thing that popped into her mind, she ran away, back to the cabin with friends, Matt and Joe, shoulders to cry on about her decision. She would often wish Mimi was here, she needed a female perspective if she was making the right choice. I I am making the right decision and I don't need anyone to tell me that. Need, a word that has surfaced again and again. I ponder sometimes if the word need is really a want. /I She let out a deal of air, but could still feel the stress on her shoulders.
I I wonder where biyo went /I She continued to watch a breeze play with the small fallen leaves. They swirled and danced in an array of patterns unlike anything Sora has seen. As she watched, each leaf displaced characteristics of… Sora saw one fly and land on another, they would spin on cue… petit ballet dancers. Now entranced with the show she felt as if they were performing her favorite ballet, The Nutcracker. It seemed so real as a leaf took the face of the girl, another the Prince she was looking for. She could even hear the Orchestra, with the flutes delicate tune. They danced, with true love in their eyes. Each savored every moment for their dream come true. But a steady gust of wind whipped the two lovers apart. Half of the ballet was whisked away as the rest fell dead without the power to move. Crippled until another breeze came along. Still caught in the movement of the dance, she blinked realizing the stupidity of thinking leaves were performing the Nutcracker for her enjoyment.
I Every extra minute I spend here, my mind decreases even more. /IThis was insane. After the leaves and wind have left minutes ago, she could still hear the flutes singing their intricate tune. I Matt knows I've been depressed these days. Maybe it's him /I The song was teasing her to come outside and dance to its cheery music. I But when did he have the time to carve a flute?/I The music was taunting her to dance with the sun in her face and be filled with life. I Why the hell, not?/I Sora cautiously opened her window careful not to break the 'sturdy' handy work of Joe. The one that usually leaked, a carpenter he will never be. She stepped on the warm tall grass. The music louder then ever she jumped for what seemed forever and landed with a little kick. She danced and laughed herself to exhaustion. Still laughing she sat on the ground humming the harmony to the flute. She picked a daisy from the earth and entwined it into her short brown hair.
"Sora I heard you laughing. Are you feeling okay?" A worried voice rang out, face planting Sora into reality.
Embarrassed she rose up, head low and let out a meek "I'm fine."
A slight chucked came from the other person. Sora's ears burned a deep red. "I was just kidding Sora. It's beautiful to hear your laugh again. These past few weeks you were so silent, it scared me."
Sora lifted her head to see Matt staring back with crystal blue eyes. He was happy for her, as a friend should be. Sora glanced at Matt's hand. He was holding no flute. In fact he was holding a spoon and wearing his cooking clothes. The music was all in her imagination. A realistic daydream was all it was. "It's dinner time already?" She asked steering the conversation away form asking why Sora was out here before it began.
"I think we are going to have visitors. Have you seen the screen of your digivice?" Sora shook her head. Her digivice, crest, dignity and her priorities were lying on her bed, in her small room. Matt fumbled through his deep pockets of his apron or his 'protection against accidents when Gabumon is cooking clothes' as he calls it. He brought out his digivice. On the screen, six dots were heading towards two others.
"Six?" Sora asked. There could not be another one. Not after so many years have passed.
"I was guessing Joe found them when he was on his daily hike in the mountains." Sora nodded. These past weeks Joe had been retreating to the mountains for the day and coming back for dinner and sleep. At first Matt and Sora thought this was odd behavior because he would hike at such a pace Gomamon would not be able to follow him. Leaving Joe unprotected from everything. But every day he would come back relaxed and focus, all in one piece. I Maybe we are all going insane. /I Sora thought as the wind blew gently, just enough to knock the daisy from her hair and fly away with the breeze.
Matt picked another flower from the earth. It was yellow, like a dandelion but had a warm pink at the end of each separate petal. He opened his mouth to say something that would give hope for Sora's soul. But Gabumon's soft voice pushed its way to Matt's ears. He was yelling about smoke. With that Matt dashed to the kitchen to save his creations. The flower in his hand fell to the ground without touching Sora's hand. Feeling exhausted and a bit silly standing all alone in a field of flowers and grass, she too retreated to her room. On the way back she never noticed the crushed flower she stepped on. She clambered over the window and saw a sweet bouquet of wild flowers. Each freshly picked smelled like the field of grass sparkled with these types of flowers. I this is where Biyo was/I Joyous thoughts simmered through her head. She cleared off her bed in search for a quick nap. As she rested her head on a not so fluffy pillow, she could almost hear a flute singing her a lullaby.
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"Amazing isn't it, Matt." Gabumon pointed to a cake. Only three layers with smudges of red berries as icing. It was not attractive. But compared to the black heap in the garbage pile, it was truly amazing.
Matt smiled, not a normal smile but one he gave to express the pure happiness in his soul. "Some of the best work, I've seen. I'm sure everyone would love it. You do the honors." Gabumon gave a wolfy smile as he spread white icing spelling the words 'Welcome Back to the Family'.
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Amy sat down on a fallen tree long, not caring if her clothes would be damp. She felt like her legs were two flimsy tubes filled with jello. They have been hiking for the better half of the day and according to Tai's calculations another few hours. These people may look thin, but they are well in shape. The pace they kept would put her gym teacher to exhaustion, but her gym teacher was a bit flabby anyway.
"Come on Amy. We can't be the last ones lagging behind. How will the others think of you?" Her small friend said. Nihonmon were meant to fly, not walk. Amy saw her pale purple eyes show the surface of her inner weariness. Amy picked up her digimon and placed her on her shoulder as she double timed her paced to catch up with the others.
Jogging through the woods on a none existing trail, Amy's thoughts were on the last three digidestined. What were they like? Will they treat her as if she was a friend, but nothing more as younger TK and Kari have? Or will they not trust her at all. Thinking she had no idea what had happen to them. Mimi did not talk to her. Amy was doubtful that was her own nature for she is very friendly to the others. Two guys one girl, two the same age and one a year old, it was likely they would have the same behavior as Mimi showed. What isolation did to a group of people, made them develop bonds that were strong unbreakable and never allow ANYONE to interfere with their bonds. May they be wishing for their deaths or wishing for friendship.
Thinking of her own digimon. Nihonmon she wished, "One day I will find a way to make your wings whole again." Amy sighed. Nihonmon leaped to the ground.
She turned around to face her partner. "So I would not be such a burden on your shoulder? Then I will walk." Face forward she tool a small step.
"I meant that all Nihonmon should be able to fly. You were designed to do that."
"Now I am a default? Maybe you should trade in your old model for a newer undamaged one," She started to walk faster. Amy only took one step to bring both of them together.
"You should stop taking the worst translation. I said I want my good friend to have what she should have." Nihonmon stopped the words seeped in. Amy picked up her digimon and let her sit on her shoulder as they both continued to the rest of the group. They have reached the group, all resting underneath a tall shady tree.
"We're taking a five minute break. We are about ten minutes away." Tai said while brushing away a drop of sweat from his glistening forehead.
"Why are we stopping when we are so close?" Nihonmon asked. Exhaustion has wore off, allowing her to ask questions. Tai was silent for he was drinking from a river.
"He doesn't want to look tired from the walk to show he can hike for hours and not feel a thing." Agumon said for Tai. Even after all the years there was still a need for competition. They sat around tell Amy and Nihonmon of their adventures, until a wonderful smell wafted in the air.
"Aright Matt is done cooking." The blond boy spoke as he and the wide ear digimon quickly began the short distance to the cabin. Tai and Agumon tried to run ahead in order to be first there. The others made there way too. Last to rise Amy started to walk down the hill. Her face in lines of worry, she hoped for the understanding of the last digidestined.
Only a few meters away she could glimpsed at the cabin they called home, her home now. Beside a field of wild grass sparkled with vibrant flowers and a river rushing downstream at a slow pace, perfect for swimming it was a prime location. The cabin itself was odd, that's the best word for it. A flat roof over a large building with strangely shaped windows, it did not have the best design. As she walked closer she could see it was built out of logs, most likely the ones from the small forest area near the river. Even at this distance she could hear the shouts of delight the others gave the hikers. The small blonde one had a brother, she heard. Preoccupied with the visit no one saw Amy and Nihonmon standing on the hill, observing, anxious at the coming events. Amy was nervous, Nihon wasn't.
"Come on Amy" She twisted her head and smiled, "we have to make a good first impression."
"Yeah, there is only one first impression." Amy grumbled and slowly moved on.
Still celebrating, they were starting to exchange stories as Amy and Nihonmon came into the heated cabin. Everything stopped. A tall girl with astonished brown eyes and short red-brown hair, only opened her mouth as no words flowed through. The pink bird digimon beside her smiled with her eyes and welcomed them to the group. The other one, standing next to the fire would only acknowledge them with a wave.
"I guess it wasn't Joe," he spoke with a strained voice clearly trying to suppress any emotion he had. His digimon the dog with a strange horn upon its head motioned for the pair of intruders to sit down around the crude chimney place. Tai engaged his role as leader and introduced the invaders to their new family.
"… and he might fall into a hole of self pity for the hundredth time so don't say anything that will upset him." Tai teased.
"At least I didn't fall for the damn trap with the net clearly above the plate of pizza." Matt snapped back.
"They are my only weakness." Tai pouted, eyes pleading for forgiveness. One look and everyone started bawling in laughter.
Amy laughed but froze as her attention was wrapped around the mysterious figure in the doorway. The light from the fire did not give her enough sight to see the tall lean figure's face. He moved in long strides towards the side of a glowing digimon's eyes. As he sat down she saw blackish-blue hair fall in front of a clumsy framed eyes. A small exchange of words, and the seal digimon rested his head on his arms as he tried to sort Joe's lame excuses.
The fireplace shivered for a moment. Then a gust of coal dust covered the sight of each digidestined and their digimon. A familiar voice rang out, "Sorry children, next time I will use a door." The smog was cleared with a spiral twister and a Pepper breath gave light to the cabin. A short man with the insight of many years stood in front of the destroyed fireplace.
"Is it Santa Clause?" TK asked, before opening his eyes. Santa never visited them in the digiworld.
A heart warming chuckle came from the man. "Sorry TK, it is only Gennai but bringing gifts for one person." He turned to Amy. She was pondering who exactly Gennai was for no one had mentioned him. He bestowed a yellow pendent in her arms. She held the glistening pendent to the fire, examining it in great detail. "It is your own tag."
"But where is the crest?" Nihonmon said, eye's daring Gennai to answer her question.
"It is lost for now but it will be found now you are both here." Gennai ended for a second allowing everyone to listen to his long agonizing story. Amy proudly wore her tag around her neck. "As you already know there are nine more people with the same powers of digivoling. They have digivices, crest and tags, the colour black. You see a tag can change the effects of digivoling. There are many rules with these instruments for even if they change colour, it could ruin the outcome. These black tags, as the books call them, corrupt the crest inside of them. They turn gray for a true crest will never be black. The digivoling is corrupted as well. For their plans, I have no clues on what they want to accomplice. So be careful when approaching them." He stopped, thinking for a moment and carried on, "I wish to consult my books for a while. I will contact you soon." Gennai used the door this time and was gone, leaving them to make a plan of attack or defense.
Tai spoke to the seated 18. "How do we destroy them?" He asked excited of the new action.
"We can't kill them." Amy insisted, "They are thinking, feeling people with minds that are creative and opinionative."
"But are lead by twisted thoughts of anger, hate, evil." Joe paused letting his passage slip into the minds of his friends, "We must save the digiworld from anything that will harm it."
"And go home to our families," Mimi added, teary eyed at the prospect of normal life.
"We can not… I will bnot/b take a life." Amy snarled." If you want to destroy anything with the word 'evil' next to it, you would be just as bad as them."
"Right now Amy, you are not part of the decision." Sora spoke, her eyes harder then diamonds. "The last 7 years, we have conquered the minds of destructive digimon again and again. We have seen, wept, hurt. While you were enjoying edible food, family, a normal life that should be ours too! You are not part of this group because you show up with a digimon and a digivice. I go with annihilation." She sat down, still fuming at her speech. Amy did not comment, for she knew her mouth would betray common sense, as Sora's did.
Quickly sensing massive tension, Matt argued both sides bringing only nonsense to the ears of the digidestined. Feeling the disbelief in the air he sat down leaving the floor open. To everyone's relief Gennai appeared over Izzy's laptop.
"I see you are talking. That is good." The image's lips moved, "The enemy, the black tags, have the same advantages as you do. Each side is balanced, if the battle is fought it will only lead to the destruction of both sides."
"That's a comfort." Izzy interrupted.
"So how do we destroy them?" TK asked.
"You will win." That was all Gennai said. As he slipped away. Everyone was perplexed at Geddi's answer but remembered all the other half-truths Gennaii has given them over the years and ate their dinner, served by Matt and Gabumon with only the minimal amounts of conversation. The highlight of the dinner was a simple cake adored with the words 'Welcome to the family'. That was the first time in her new home Amy smiled.
A/N- A question: Did anyone make it this far? Could you please leave a review to say you did? Should I continue??