Holes in the Heart
3-Good-Bye, Hello
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===Author's Notes: Well, here's the not-so-long awaited chapter three! And, yes, I KNOW these chapters are short. One was five text pages (barely) and two was four text pages, both in Times New Roman font and font size 12. I'm gonna make this one SEVEN pages! Heeheehee!! I'll be so proud of myself! *hugs a stuffed white tiger toy the size of herself…that's 5'3"…0.o;* That's the aLiEn tiGEr, one of my two muses! Ryan, my red-haired, black-winged Russian fairy-muse has gone away on vacation…whew…he's so antagonistic! More Kenmi, freakiness galore, and some fighty stuff! WHAT?! Oh, you REALLY thought this was going to be just a romance? Oh, please…I'll make myself puke! Weird, no? I write romances when I absolutely hate 'em. Yes, I freak myself out. So? What's your point? *shrugs* Maybe Miyakeru in this'n…ja!===
3-GOOD-BYE, HELLO
Mimi felt her stomach heave and she raced, as well as the others, over to Hikari's limp body. "Oh, Kami-sama, no.." she breathed, heart skipping a beat.
Daisuke's face was frantic and Taichi looked like he had lost all the blood in his body. "Come on, Hikari-chan," Daisuke pleaded, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Miyako wouldn't look, too afraid to see her best friend lying limp on the ground. Takeru, arms wrapped around Miyako and Iori, swallowed a lump in his throat as Jyou and Koushiro attempted to revive her.
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No, please, leave me alone…
No…
NO!!!
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A startled gasp erupted from Sora's throat and Yamato squeezed her hand comfortingly, glancing fearfully down at the youthful bearer of light.
And did a double take.
Hikari was sitting up, smiling gently at her brother and the wet-faced Daisuke. Koushiro had a fish-out-of-water look to his face and Yamato sniggered briefly before Sora's elbow dug into his ribs. There was silence and then everyone was trying to embrace Hikari at the same time.
Everyone, Mimi noticed, except for Ken. An uneasy look was flickering across his face and Mimi began to feel that something wasn't right. In her pocket, unseen, a green light pulsed defensively, as did Ken's lavender crest of Kindness. She caught his eyes and she could've sworn he looked cornered…like a deer staring into headlights…
"..lutely fine, Onii-san, really, I am. Just a little dizzy. Let's go home, okay?" Mimi felt one of her muscles freeze up. Even when Hikari was her sickest, she always stuck out a meeting…why would she forget their emergency meeting? Well, du~uh, Meems, she just DIED, Mimi scolded herself mentally.
Climbing to her feet, Hikari smiled warmly at Gatomon, who smiled back. Walking steadily with Taichi and Daisuke both worriedly hanging behind her, Hikari was brushing past Ken when his voice stopped the relieved Chosen Children right where they stood.
"You aren't her."
"Ken…?" Hikari asked questioningly, and Mimi felt a chill overcome her body when she saw a black light flicker in Hikari's eyes.
"You aren't Hikari," he repeated, eyes hardening and body corded and ready to leap at her. The instant his words left his mouth, a wind exploded into the park, twisting and roaring in hostility. Mimi, with a shriek, was swept off her feet and thrown into Ken, who caught her as they tumbled to the ground. Simultaneously to their hitting the giving soil, the wind centralized around Hikari.
Her pupils began enlargening, engulfing the color of her eyes and then the whites until they were completely black. Rolling her eyes back, she started laughing, the wind tearing Taichi and Daisuke away from her, sending them spiraling into metal statues erected. The laugh coming from her was heartless and slyly evil, her hair growing in length until it brushed against her ankles and her body growing, maturing, fingernails becoming daggers. Smiling cruelly, the wind still howling in a vortex around her, she held out one clawed hand. "Your senses are simply divine. I haven't met a solitary human being with the ability to sense evil since this body and you were born," she purred, eyes slitting.
Ken, pulling himself out from under Mimi, lifted the unconscious angel of Sincerity and glanced about, trying to find Wormmon. Something wet splashed against his arms and he looked down at Mimi. Blood oozed from a thin, but deep cut in her shoulder from the razor-like wind. He had only met her this once and she had almost broken his shoulders, but he felt an incessant need to insure her safety.
Lips curling up into a sneer, he laid her gently down on the torn up grass and gave a cold look up to the possessed body of Hikari, where she had levitated herself with the wind.
Ivory skin splattered with bright crimson red and straight blue-black hair dotted with earth and blood, he banished any fear he had with the cockiness he remembered so well from when he was Kaizer. A thin-lipped smile played on his face and he boldly, and tantalizingly slowly, walked across the ground.
The dark form of Hikari was enjoying herself with slamming Yamato into Taichi's limp body and was apparently reveling in Sora's futile anger and horror. Jyou and Koushiro were thrown in a tree that was threatening to topple on top of Iori's unconscious body. Miyako and Takeru were wrapped in each other's arms, Takeru on the verge of tears, Miyako screaming at the unfairness of it all.
Ken noticed something he hadn't before.
"I'm the only one standing," he whispered, closer to retching then he'd ever been before. And then he saw the Digimon.
Buimon and Hawkmon were trying to restrain a wailing Gatomon from racing toward Hikari, Armadimon and Wormmon both out in red pools.
A blossom of hatred flowered into a thorny rose and Ken moved faster, running until tears came from the corners of his eyes, streaming down his face.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't FAIR.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!!" he screamed, his throat burning and a flash of bright lavender light swallowed everyone in their area.
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"Mmmm….," Mimi murmured, eyelashes fluttering open. Tucked into a tidy bed in a spotless and empty room, she sat up and rubbed sleepies out of her eyes. "Where am I?" she mumbled, swinging her bare feet to the floor. With a yelp, she jerked them back in, hissing at the cold floor. Moving her left arm to stretch, she winced and felt a tear come needlessly to her eye, stinging it. Her right hand flew up to touch it and she encountered a bandage, damp in a straight line. Craning her neck, she peered at it. Blood. A red line streaked the white bandages wrapped around her shoulder and upper arm.
"It's about time you came to."
Eyes widening, she turned around, unburdened delight shining in her eyes.
"Gennai! Good Kami-sama, is that you?!" The old Digi-man beamed from under his white mustache and the traces of a white beard beginning growth, setting a pair of pink slippers by her bed. "Ah, Mimi, good to see you again," he said satisfactorily. A little confused, she stuttered, "B-but, you're dead!" A chuckle emerged from Gennai. "No, just very, very old."
As they shared a laugh, memories hit her like a ton of bricks. "The others! Where a-" "In various rooms," he cut her off, "each recuperating from wounds. A few boys in particular are rather cut up. Kids these days." He clucked his tongue. "Hikari?" she asked, afraid of his answer.
"No sign of her. Everyone's here, including those new Children." At Mimi's troubled expression, he sighed. "I'd be more than happy to look for her, but this one boy has a broken arm, what looks like the biggest headache, a sprained ankle, and the crest of Kindness burned into the flesh of his left breast and it's not coming out anytime soon."
"Boy?! Breast?!"
"Not THAT kind! Geez, kids these days…" Muttering, Gennai left her room and set off down the hall.
She sat still for a moment, trying to think of who had the crest of Kindness. Knowledge-check, check…Reliability-check, check…Sincerity-check, check…Love-check, check… Courage-check, check…Friendship-check, check…Hope-check…Light-check…Destiny-check…Compassion-check…which left Ken and Kindness.
Her heart stopped beating for a split second and she shook her head to dispel the strange worrying feeling burning in her chest. Broken arm and a crest burnt into his skin. She mouthed an 'ow.'
Quickly checking that Gennai wasn't within eyesight, she grabbed the slippers he had left and slid her feet into them, standing up carefully, ignoring the painful throbbing in her head. "Damn head," she grumbled, stepping cautiously so as not to aggravate her pulsing temples.
Walking gently down the hall, she peeked into every door, each time getting a bit angrier and angrier. Each and every Chosen Child was wounded, their Digimon either on a bed beside them or standing by their partner. Every Digimon but Palmon. A lump rose in her throat and she bit back bitter tears.
If that kisama touches Palmon, I swear…
Finally, she came to a room darker than the others. Peeping inside, she was just barely able to discern Ken's shape in the bed. Glancing about swiftly, she silently creeped into his room. Wormmon had de-digivolved and was bandaged up.
Ken, from waist down covered by blanket, had his entire chest swathed with pure white cloth bandages. His face was stuck in an expression of rage and sorrow, and Mimi felt her breath catch in her throat. She had hated him for what he had done, but his face…maybe what he did was because…he was caught eternally in guilty torment. Raising her right hand, she touched his pale cheek, pained by the hurt his face revealed.
Eyes flickering to the left side of his chest, she bit her lip, hesitating. The temptation was too much and she quietly shifted her hand from his face to the bandages, pulling them aside.
"..Kami-sama.."
The small rectangular piece of gray stone was embedded in his chest, burnt flesh surrounding it, scabs gruesome and misshapen about it. The flesh itself was blackened and covered with red welts and blisters. Forgetting the sharp pain caused by moving her left arm, she clapped her left hand over her mouth and replaced the bandages quickly.
Stumbling back to the wall, Mimi leaned over and regurgitated acid-like liquid, salty tears flowing from her eyes. Nobody deserves that much pain, she cried silently. I might hate him, but even he, no matter what, doesn't deserve that.
"Mimi..?"
She turned her tear-streaked face up to Gennai, who smiled sadly and she flung herself into the short elder's arms, weeping and wailing.
When her sobs dwindled down to only an occasional sniffle and the brief interlude of fresh tears, he gently patted her back and bid her to stand up. "Now, I should have warned you, Mimi, but I need you to stay away from this room until he's able to come out." Smiling weakly, Mimi nodded and pulled herself to her feet, wandering back to her room.
Just as dreams were about to claim her mind, she wondered on how they had been brought to the Digital world.
Then she slept.
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Armageddmon touched the smooth skin of her newly acquired body. In the matured body of Hikari, she lounged on a fluffy black bed in a black cavernous palace. Smiling darkly to herself, she stretched the perfect arms out, rotating them. "I looooove this body," she purred to herself. "It might be a bit younger than I hoped, but the aging process worked perfectly." Admiring herself in a body-length mirror, she smiled again. "The ability to harvest magic, the talent of using it, and the additional roundness and flatness in right places with maturing. Such potential as an apprentice." With a falsely sorrowful sigh, she continued, "Too bad I needed a body more than an apprentice." Giggling evilly, she twirled around and waltzed over to an enormous black closet, raising an arm and using dark powers to open it. A black gown with a neckline that reached her chin and a slit up one side of it floated up to her along with a delicate pair of black, skin-tight heeled boots. A glittering necklace of rubies and pure gold came to rest along with the other articles upon the silky bed-sheets.
With a single snap of her fingers, her 'Hikari' clothes vanished and the velvety dark ones appeared on her body.
Immediately turning on her heel, she clicked down the hall, swaying her hips and enjoying the power flowing through her. Down black marble halls, past black racks of black armor and black weaponry, into a room darker than dark. "Master," she said simply, black eyes glittering sinisterly.
|=| Armageddmon. For four human years I have waited for you to return to me. Have you found enough power to allow my…return? If not… |=|
"Master," she said quickly, "I have found three sources of excellent power level. I have dominated the being that lived inside one and I now have control over her body and powers. One of the other two lies near the gates of death and the second is wounded-severely, I hope."
|=| Perhaps your demise can wait. I congratulate you. As long as you have that body, though, enjoy yourself. But GET ME THAT POWER!! |=|
The thunderous mental roar shook her head, but she still smiled sleekly. "Oh, I will enjoy myself, Master," she murmured, licking her lip at the memory of a young, but promising boy she had fought.
"I will."
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Ken opened his eyes to find total darkness above, around, and beside him. With a muffled curse, he pulled himself up and casually fell to the floor with a loud thud, almost managing to preserve his self-dignity despite the cast on his arm and his rear end being bent in the air. Wormmon, having digivolved thanks to Gennai's generous heaps of 'food,' anxiously crawled over to his partner and turned slightly to look into Ken's scrunched face. "That hurt," he grunted. Opening one blue eye, he spotted Wormmon's green, homely face and a brilliant smile brightened his face. "WORMMON!!" Scooping the Digimon into a bear hug, he felt tears sparkle in his eyes. "You're all right!" he cried, holding his partner happily. "Yes, Ken. I'm glad you're all right as well. If you don't mind, though…*gkk* You're strangling me.." Face mortified, Ken set him on the ground and blushed brightly. "Gomen nasai, Wormmon," he mumbled, playing with his ivory hands.
"Ken?"
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AN: PallaPlease's going to make herself go insane…oops, been there, doing that! How'd you like my Ken/Mimi stuff? Was it as bad as I thought it was? How's about the battle scene? Okay, technically it was a one-sided 'whoop the butts of the Chosen Children' battle, but, hey, you can't sue me! You don't even know my e-mail address! HA! Anyway, the boy Armageddmon (a pun, by the way..all the word Armageddon needs is an 'm' before the 'o') is remembering is NOT Ken. Nope. If you've read my Digital Romance series, you can make a decent guess, though…the 'Master' she conversed with is a villain from Season 01. The one I personally hated the most. Fortunately, I've left no clues in any of my other stories (if you know what Armageddon is and you've read Revelations in the Bible…then you're probably smart enough to figure it out) for you to guess who it is. And now the Japanese word translations!
Kami-sama=God
Kisama=****h
Gomen nasai=I'm sorry
That's about all I used. I'm going to go eat lunch, figure out the next chapter, and write for five hours straight. I'm going to finish "Holes in the Heart" today on December 3, 2000! Those of you who actually want me to start planning a sequel…forget it. If how I feel after writing chapters 2 and 3 right after one another is any indication of how I'll feel when I actually finish the gosh-darn series, then there's no chance. Maybe. Who knows?
Ja ne!
3-Good-Bye, Hello
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===Author's Notes: Well, here's the not-so-long awaited chapter three! And, yes, I KNOW these chapters are short. One was five text pages (barely) and two was four text pages, both in Times New Roman font and font size 12. I'm gonna make this one SEVEN pages! Heeheehee!! I'll be so proud of myself! *hugs a stuffed white tiger toy the size of herself…that's 5'3"…0.o;* That's the aLiEn tiGEr, one of my two muses! Ryan, my red-haired, black-winged Russian fairy-muse has gone away on vacation…whew…he's so antagonistic! More Kenmi, freakiness galore, and some fighty stuff! WHAT?! Oh, you REALLY thought this was going to be just a romance? Oh, please…I'll make myself puke! Weird, no? I write romances when I absolutely hate 'em. Yes, I freak myself out. So? What's your point? *shrugs* Maybe Miyakeru in this'n…ja!===
3-GOOD-BYE, HELLO
Mimi felt her stomach heave and she raced, as well as the others, over to Hikari's limp body. "Oh, Kami-sama, no.." she breathed, heart skipping a beat.
Daisuke's face was frantic and Taichi looked like he had lost all the blood in his body. "Come on, Hikari-chan," Daisuke pleaded, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Miyako wouldn't look, too afraid to see her best friend lying limp on the ground. Takeru, arms wrapped around Miyako and Iori, swallowed a lump in his throat as Jyou and Koushiro attempted to revive her.
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No, please, leave me alone…
No…
NO!!!
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A startled gasp erupted from Sora's throat and Yamato squeezed her hand comfortingly, glancing fearfully down at the youthful bearer of light.
And did a double take.
Hikari was sitting up, smiling gently at her brother and the wet-faced Daisuke. Koushiro had a fish-out-of-water look to his face and Yamato sniggered briefly before Sora's elbow dug into his ribs. There was silence and then everyone was trying to embrace Hikari at the same time.
Everyone, Mimi noticed, except for Ken. An uneasy look was flickering across his face and Mimi began to feel that something wasn't right. In her pocket, unseen, a green light pulsed defensively, as did Ken's lavender crest of Kindness. She caught his eyes and she could've sworn he looked cornered…like a deer staring into headlights…
"..lutely fine, Onii-san, really, I am. Just a little dizzy. Let's go home, okay?" Mimi felt one of her muscles freeze up. Even when Hikari was her sickest, she always stuck out a meeting…why would she forget their emergency meeting? Well, du~uh, Meems, she just DIED, Mimi scolded herself mentally.
Climbing to her feet, Hikari smiled warmly at Gatomon, who smiled back. Walking steadily with Taichi and Daisuke both worriedly hanging behind her, Hikari was brushing past Ken when his voice stopped the relieved Chosen Children right where they stood.
"You aren't her."
"Ken…?" Hikari asked questioningly, and Mimi felt a chill overcome her body when she saw a black light flicker in Hikari's eyes.
"You aren't Hikari," he repeated, eyes hardening and body corded and ready to leap at her. The instant his words left his mouth, a wind exploded into the park, twisting and roaring in hostility. Mimi, with a shriek, was swept off her feet and thrown into Ken, who caught her as they tumbled to the ground. Simultaneously to their hitting the giving soil, the wind centralized around Hikari.
Her pupils began enlargening, engulfing the color of her eyes and then the whites until they were completely black. Rolling her eyes back, she started laughing, the wind tearing Taichi and Daisuke away from her, sending them spiraling into metal statues erected. The laugh coming from her was heartless and slyly evil, her hair growing in length until it brushed against her ankles and her body growing, maturing, fingernails becoming daggers. Smiling cruelly, the wind still howling in a vortex around her, she held out one clawed hand. "Your senses are simply divine. I haven't met a solitary human being with the ability to sense evil since this body and you were born," she purred, eyes slitting.
Ken, pulling himself out from under Mimi, lifted the unconscious angel of Sincerity and glanced about, trying to find Wormmon. Something wet splashed against his arms and he looked down at Mimi. Blood oozed from a thin, but deep cut in her shoulder from the razor-like wind. He had only met her this once and she had almost broken his shoulders, but he felt an incessant need to insure her safety.
Lips curling up into a sneer, he laid her gently down on the torn up grass and gave a cold look up to the possessed body of Hikari, where she had levitated herself with the wind.
Ivory skin splattered with bright crimson red and straight blue-black hair dotted with earth and blood, he banished any fear he had with the cockiness he remembered so well from when he was Kaizer. A thin-lipped smile played on his face and he boldly, and tantalizingly slowly, walked across the ground.
The dark form of Hikari was enjoying herself with slamming Yamato into Taichi's limp body and was apparently reveling in Sora's futile anger and horror. Jyou and Koushiro were thrown in a tree that was threatening to topple on top of Iori's unconscious body. Miyako and Takeru were wrapped in each other's arms, Takeru on the verge of tears, Miyako screaming at the unfairness of it all.
Ken noticed something he hadn't before.
"I'm the only one standing," he whispered, closer to retching then he'd ever been before. And then he saw the Digimon.
Buimon and Hawkmon were trying to restrain a wailing Gatomon from racing toward Hikari, Armadimon and Wormmon both out in red pools.
A blossom of hatred flowered into a thorny rose and Ken moved faster, running until tears came from the corners of his eyes, streaming down his face.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't FAIR.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!!" he screamed, his throat burning and a flash of bright lavender light swallowed everyone in their area.
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"Mmmm….," Mimi murmured, eyelashes fluttering open. Tucked into a tidy bed in a spotless and empty room, she sat up and rubbed sleepies out of her eyes. "Where am I?" she mumbled, swinging her bare feet to the floor. With a yelp, she jerked them back in, hissing at the cold floor. Moving her left arm to stretch, she winced and felt a tear come needlessly to her eye, stinging it. Her right hand flew up to touch it and she encountered a bandage, damp in a straight line. Craning her neck, she peered at it. Blood. A red line streaked the white bandages wrapped around her shoulder and upper arm.
"It's about time you came to."
Eyes widening, she turned around, unburdened delight shining in her eyes.
"Gennai! Good Kami-sama, is that you?!" The old Digi-man beamed from under his white mustache and the traces of a white beard beginning growth, setting a pair of pink slippers by her bed. "Ah, Mimi, good to see you again," he said satisfactorily. A little confused, she stuttered, "B-but, you're dead!" A chuckle emerged from Gennai. "No, just very, very old."
As they shared a laugh, memories hit her like a ton of bricks. "The others! Where a-" "In various rooms," he cut her off, "each recuperating from wounds. A few boys in particular are rather cut up. Kids these days." He clucked his tongue. "Hikari?" she asked, afraid of his answer.
"No sign of her. Everyone's here, including those new Children." At Mimi's troubled expression, he sighed. "I'd be more than happy to look for her, but this one boy has a broken arm, what looks like the biggest headache, a sprained ankle, and the crest of Kindness burned into the flesh of his left breast and it's not coming out anytime soon."
"Boy?! Breast?!"
"Not THAT kind! Geez, kids these days…" Muttering, Gennai left her room and set off down the hall.
She sat still for a moment, trying to think of who had the crest of Kindness. Knowledge-check, check…Reliability-check, check…Sincerity-check, check…Love-check, check… Courage-check, check…Friendship-check, check…Hope-check…Light-check…Destiny-check…Compassion-check…which left Ken and Kindness.
Her heart stopped beating for a split second and she shook her head to dispel the strange worrying feeling burning in her chest. Broken arm and a crest burnt into his skin. She mouthed an 'ow.'
Quickly checking that Gennai wasn't within eyesight, she grabbed the slippers he had left and slid her feet into them, standing up carefully, ignoring the painful throbbing in her head. "Damn head," she grumbled, stepping cautiously so as not to aggravate her pulsing temples.
Walking gently down the hall, she peeked into every door, each time getting a bit angrier and angrier. Each and every Chosen Child was wounded, their Digimon either on a bed beside them or standing by their partner. Every Digimon but Palmon. A lump rose in her throat and she bit back bitter tears.
If that kisama touches Palmon, I swear…
Finally, she came to a room darker than the others. Peeping inside, she was just barely able to discern Ken's shape in the bed. Glancing about swiftly, she silently creeped into his room. Wormmon had de-digivolved and was bandaged up.
Ken, from waist down covered by blanket, had his entire chest swathed with pure white cloth bandages. His face was stuck in an expression of rage and sorrow, and Mimi felt her breath catch in her throat. She had hated him for what he had done, but his face…maybe what he did was because…he was caught eternally in guilty torment. Raising her right hand, she touched his pale cheek, pained by the hurt his face revealed.
Eyes flickering to the left side of his chest, she bit her lip, hesitating. The temptation was too much and she quietly shifted her hand from his face to the bandages, pulling them aside.
"..Kami-sama.."
The small rectangular piece of gray stone was embedded in his chest, burnt flesh surrounding it, scabs gruesome and misshapen about it. The flesh itself was blackened and covered with red welts and blisters. Forgetting the sharp pain caused by moving her left arm, she clapped her left hand over her mouth and replaced the bandages quickly.
Stumbling back to the wall, Mimi leaned over and regurgitated acid-like liquid, salty tears flowing from her eyes. Nobody deserves that much pain, she cried silently. I might hate him, but even he, no matter what, doesn't deserve that.
"Mimi..?"
She turned her tear-streaked face up to Gennai, who smiled sadly and she flung herself into the short elder's arms, weeping and wailing.
When her sobs dwindled down to only an occasional sniffle and the brief interlude of fresh tears, he gently patted her back and bid her to stand up. "Now, I should have warned you, Mimi, but I need you to stay away from this room until he's able to come out." Smiling weakly, Mimi nodded and pulled herself to her feet, wandering back to her room.
Just as dreams were about to claim her mind, she wondered on how they had been brought to the Digital world.
Then she slept.
*__+__*
Armageddmon touched the smooth skin of her newly acquired body. In the matured body of Hikari, she lounged on a fluffy black bed in a black cavernous palace. Smiling darkly to herself, she stretched the perfect arms out, rotating them. "I looooove this body," she purred to herself. "It might be a bit younger than I hoped, but the aging process worked perfectly." Admiring herself in a body-length mirror, she smiled again. "The ability to harvest magic, the talent of using it, and the additional roundness and flatness in right places with maturing. Such potential as an apprentice." With a falsely sorrowful sigh, she continued, "Too bad I needed a body more than an apprentice." Giggling evilly, she twirled around and waltzed over to an enormous black closet, raising an arm and using dark powers to open it. A black gown with a neckline that reached her chin and a slit up one side of it floated up to her along with a delicate pair of black, skin-tight heeled boots. A glittering necklace of rubies and pure gold came to rest along with the other articles upon the silky bed-sheets.
With a single snap of her fingers, her 'Hikari' clothes vanished and the velvety dark ones appeared on her body.
Immediately turning on her heel, she clicked down the hall, swaying her hips and enjoying the power flowing through her. Down black marble halls, past black racks of black armor and black weaponry, into a room darker than dark. "Master," she said simply, black eyes glittering sinisterly.
|=| Armageddmon. For four human years I have waited for you to return to me. Have you found enough power to allow my…return? If not… |=|
"Master," she said quickly, "I have found three sources of excellent power level. I have dominated the being that lived inside one and I now have control over her body and powers. One of the other two lies near the gates of death and the second is wounded-severely, I hope."
|=| Perhaps your demise can wait. I congratulate you. As long as you have that body, though, enjoy yourself. But GET ME THAT POWER!! |=|
The thunderous mental roar shook her head, but she still smiled sleekly. "Oh, I will enjoy myself, Master," she murmured, licking her lip at the memory of a young, but promising boy she had fought.
"I will."
*__+__*
Ken opened his eyes to find total darkness above, around, and beside him. With a muffled curse, he pulled himself up and casually fell to the floor with a loud thud, almost managing to preserve his self-dignity despite the cast on his arm and his rear end being bent in the air. Wormmon, having digivolved thanks to Gennai's generous heaps of 'food,' anxiously crawled over to his partner and turned slightly to look into Ken's scrunched face. "That hurt," he grunted. Opening one blue eye, he spotted Wormmon's green, homely face and a brilliant smile brightened his face. "WORMMON!!" Scooping the Digimon into a bear hug, he felt tears sparkle in his eyes. "You're all right!" he cried, holding his partner happily. "Yes, Ken. I'm glad you're all right as well. If you don't mind, though…*gkk* You're strangling me.." Face mortified, Ken set him on the ground and blushed brightly. "Gomen nasai, Wormmon," he mumbled, playing with his ivory hands.
"Ken?"
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AN: PallaPlease's going to make herself go insane…oops, been there, doing that! How'd you like my Ken/Mimi stuff? Was it as bad as I thought it was? How's about the battle scene? Okay, technically it was a one-sided 'whoop the butts of the Chosen Children' battle, but, hey, you can't sue me! You don't even know my e-mail address! HA! Anyway, the boy Armageddmon (a pun, by the way..all the word Armageddon needs is an 'm' before the 'o') is remembering is NOT Ken. Nope. If you've read my Digital Romance series, you can make a decent guess, though…the 'Master' she conversed with is a villain from Season 01. The one I personally hated the most. Fortunately, I've left no clues in any of my other stories (if you know what Armageddon is and you've read Revelations in the Bible…then you're probably smart enough to figure it out) for you to guess who it is. And now the Japanese word translations!
Kami-sama=God
Kisama=****h
Gomen nasai=I'm sorry
That's about all I used. I'm going to go eat lunch, figure out the next chapter, and write for five hours straight. I'm going to finish "Holes in the Heart" today on December 3, 2000! Those of you who actually want me to start planning a sequel…forget it. If how I feel after writing chapters 2 and 3 right after one another is any indication of how I'll feel when I actually finish the gosh-darn series, then there's no chance. Maybe. Who knows?
Ja ne!