Holes in the Heart
7-Eternally Here For You
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===Author's Notes: If you thought 6-Apocalypse was traumatizing, don't read this. Like its predecessors in this story, it's rather short. But, like chapter three, it will be a bit longer than the rest. Don't worry, I'm already planning the Aftermath. This one's bittersweet and focuses on the emotional pain brought on by losing those you love. I've never really experienced this first-hand, but I've had enough realistic nightmares of losing my brothers, my parents, my grandparents, my family, my friends, and my soul that I can make an accurate guess on the personal hell invoked by it. If I'm wrong, though, and you or someone you know truly knows what it feels like, pray forgive this young fanfiction author. I apologize before hand if I seem to be mocking true pain. I hope I don't seem to be. God bless.===
7-ETERNALLY HERE FOR YOU
^One sparkling drop of salty water ran from the corner of his eye down his nose to fall into the chalice.
"Any last words?" Daisuke asked coldly.
"Yeah…" Swallowing a sudden lump in his throat, Ken closed his eyes.
"MIMI, AISHITERUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!"
As the silver blade cleaved down, digging into Ken's neck, killing him instantly, Mimi's eyes snapped open and she saw his body fall limp for the last time.
"KEN!!!!!! NO! AISHITERU!!!! NOOOO!!!!"
Five minutes later, Mimi would remain silent for eternity, her final testimony of true love all that lingered.^
Armageddmon, though loathe to leave her cherished host body, resigned herself to her fate. All sacrifices were to be made for the Master's return. Leaving the body, she took on a semi-physical form from the fog outside the palace, focusing her energies into condensing it into a body.
Hikari's body slowly immatured into its original state and just when Hikari herself regained her mind and was blinking her eyes, the blood-spattered blade swung down and ended her newly regained life.
With a crow of laughter, Armageddmon vanished into nothing, leaving with evil joy at having helped her Master. The instant the last trace of smog faded away, Daisuke's eyes turned back to normal and he cried out in muted pain, hitting the ground and curling into a ball at the hurt.
His eyes, clouded with pain, spotted a trail of red liquid. Horrified beyond belief, he traced it with his eyes to Hikari's limp body. Her neck was cut open, the skin pale and dead. "No..," his voice trailing off and salty tears biting his eyes. She was gone again. "NO!"
A torrent of darkness flowed from the chalice, forming a shape of pure evil. Eyes wide and fearful, Daisuke snatched the rust-colored blade up and held it in front of him.
"Who are you?" he demanded bravely, the fear dying to his anger at Hikari's senseless demise and the loss of both Ken and Mimi.
The enormous creature turned its red eyes toward him. "I am Apocalymon."
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The lavender light streaked through the blackness, a single purpose blazing in its sentient mind. Through any means possible, it had to stop the darkness, destroy it or be destroyed. The human it had once been would have never surrendered and the pale violet light wasn't about to.
A whispering sound reached it and it arched upward and back to see a green light determinedly streaking forward. The streams of light swerved to meet each other, spiraling around each other, almost caressing. Feeding each other strength to continue, the two lights pressed on, moving to the center of the evil.
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Charging the beast, lips curved back in a hateful snarl, Daisuke raised the blade, swinging it down at one of the evil Digimon's arms only to be hit by a sharp blade wielded by another arm. Flying through the arm he landed hard on the ground, thick blood spurting from a deep gash in his side, something snapping in leg.
Struggling back to his feet, ignoring the pain the best he could, the young boy narrowed his brown eyes, thinking quickly. If each one of his many arms was a weapon in its own right…oh, Kami-sama, too many! Too many arms!
He dug his heels into the floor and ran forward again, to be hit by a thick wooden mallet. Careening into a wall, he tried to refocus his eyes, but failed miserably.
As Daisuke fell to his knees, his body swaying dizzily, he saw a small gray blur from the corner of his eyes, pulsing lavender in the center. "What the hell…?" he muttered, grasping it with one hand.
KINDNESS.
The word burned into his mind and he blinked, suddenly able to see clearly again. The green form of Wormmon stirred across from him and an idea occurred to him…
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A thread of pink light streamed from somewhere in the darkness, acknowledging the other two lights before swiftly joining them. A brilliant flash of white light erupted in the darkness and the three lights became one shimmering pearly white comet-orb, moving with a mission.
The darkness around the comet-orb cringed at the pearly light and drew back from the white tail that grew longer and stayed where it had been.
And then the orb reached the central part of the evil.
Hesitating, the pearly white comet-orb turned first one way, then another before simply spreading its light out into all of its chambers, hurting it in all places.
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The Kindness crest exploded into light and three symbols blazed in a row on Daisuke's brown forehead.
COURAGE.
FRIENDSHIP.
MIRACLES.
And then Kindness lit his face.
KINDNESS.
The four differently colored lights surrounded Wormmon-orange, blue, gold, and lavender-creating something that should never have been.
WORMMON…
A voice whispered into the back of Daisuke's mind as Apocalymon drew back from the circular light engulfing Wormmon.
DIGIVOLVE TO…
The evil being suddenly shrieked, a horrible, grating sound, streams of light trickling from before unseen cracks.
GENESISMON!!
The four lights imploded to reveal a dragon-like creature standing on two legs, dressed in multi-colored armor and a peaceful look about his violet eyes. A blade materialized in Genesismon's hand and Daisuke looked at his own blade. The two shared a grim look and nodded swiftly.
The marble floor cracked and groaned as the two rushed forward, their souls at ease with God and ready to die for life.
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I LOVE YOU, MIMI.
I KNOW, KEN. FOREVER.
DAISUKE, I LOVE YOU!! FORGIVE ME!! PLEASE…
WE WON'T STAY IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN PIECE OF KUSO, WILL WE?
*LAUGH* NO, KEN. WE WON'T.
DAISUKE! WE'LL HELP YOU AND GENESISMON!!
kindness
sincerity
light
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Two blades formed into sharp edges of light in the hands and claws of Daisuke and Genesismon. The darkness surrounding Apocalymon was fading slowly, light pouring faster and thicker from his body. And when the two pure blades struck his dark heart, he exploded with an enraged scream that echoed silently throughout eternity.
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The light faded slowly and Daisuke clutched at his eyes, rubbing the heels of his hands into them, calming himself and stifling the tears threatening to overspill. Hikari was dead. Mimi was dead. Heck, he barely knew Ken, but HE was dead, too, so that sucked…
"Daisuke-chan…?"
He caught his breath. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. He had to be going insane or it was some weird side effect to the explosion of light. Still…
He glanced up cautiously and his heart very suddenly felt free and unburdened.
"HIKARI!!!!"
On his feet in a split second, he raced over to where she held herself up by her hand and an elbow. "Daisuke!" Sweeping her into an emotion-ridden hug, Daisuke let the tears fall, happiness clouding his mind. The two clutched at each others' arms, crying happily and kissing each others' faces.
"Don't leave," Daisuke whispered, throat rasping and Hikari nodded tearfully.
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Ken slowly opened his eyes, seeking a face he desperately craved to see. "Mimi…?" he cried and there was a soft, "Yeah?" Chestnut hair tumbled down around Mimi's face as she stared up at him from where she lay. "Mimi?" he said softly, lifting a lock of her chestnut hair and kissing it softly. "My real hair color," she smiled. He leaned closer to her, lips brushing against hers. "I like it," he told her quietly and then he pressed his lips against hers gently, wrapping his arms behind her, one hand woven in hair.
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AN: And that's the end of 7-Eternally Here For You. I hope you've enjoyed it! Now all I need to write is "Aftermath." I want to thank-you for reading this story. It wasn't perfect and it's rather different. Yet that's why I love it. Have a wonderful life. *&-^*
7-Eternally Here For You
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===Author's Notes: If you thought 6-Apocalypse was traumatizing, don't read this. Like its predecessors in this story, it's rather short. But, like chapter three, it will be a bit longer than the rest. Don't worry, I'm already planning the Aftermath. This one's bittersweet and focuses on the emotional pain brought on by losing those you love. I've never really experienced this first-hand, but I've had enough realistic nightmares of losing my brothers, my parents, my grandparents, my family, my friends, and my soul that I can make an accurate guess on the personal hell invoked by it. If I'm wrong, though, and you or someone you know truly knows what it feels like, pray forgive this young fanfiction author. I apologize before hand if I seem to be mocking true pain. I hope I don't seem to be. God bless.===
7-ETERNALLY HERE FOR YOU
^One sparkling drop of salty water ran from the corner of his eye down his nose to fall into the chalice.
"Any last words?" Daisuke asked coldly.
"Yeah…" Swallowing a sudden lump in his throat, Ken closed his eyes.
"MIMI, AISHITERUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!"
As the silver blade cleaved down, digging into Ken's neck, killing him instantly, Mimi's eyes snapped open and she saw his body fall limp for the last time.
"KEN!!!!!! NO! AISHITERU!!!! NOOOO!!!!"
Five minutes later, Mimi would remain silent for eternity, her final testimony of true love all that lingered.^
Armageddmon, though loathe to leave her cherished host body, resigned herself to her fate. All sacrifices were to be made for the Master's return. Leaving the body, she took on a semi-physical form from the fog outside the palace, focusing her energies into condensing it into a body.
Hikari's body slowly immatured into its original state and just when Hikari herself regained her mind and was blinking her eyes, the blood-spattered blade swung down and ended her newly regained life.
With a crow of laughter, Armageddmon vanished into nothing, leaving with evil joy at having helped her Master. The instant the last trace of smog faded away, Daisuke's eyes turned back to normal and he cried out in muted pain, hitting the ground and curling into a ball at the hurt.
His eyes, clouded with pain, spotted a trail of red liquid. Horrified beyond belief, he traced it with his eyes to Hikari's limp body. Her neck was cut open, the skin pale and dead. "No..," his voice trailing off and salty tears biting his eyes. She was gone again. "NO!"
A torrent of darkness flowed from the chalice, forming a shape of pure evil. Eyes wide and fearful, Daisuke snatched the rust-colored blade up and held it in front of him.
"Who are you?" he demanded bravely, the fear dying to his anger at Hikari's senseless demise and the loss of both Ken and Mimi.
The enormous creature turned its red eyes toward him. "I am Apocalymon."
*__+__*
The lavender light streaked through the blackness, a single purpose blazing in its sentient mind. Through any means possible, it had to stop the darkness, destroy it or be destroyed. The human it had once been would have never surrendered and the pale violet light wasn't about to.
A whispering sound reached it and it arched upward and back to see a green light determinedly streaking forward. The streams of light swerved to meet each other, spiraling around each other, almost caressing. Feeding each other strength to continue, the two lights pressed on, moving to the center of the evil.
*__+__*
Charging the beast, lips curved back in a hateful snarl, Daisuke raised the blade, swinging it down at one of the evil Digimon's arms only to be hit by a sharp blade wielded by another arm. Flying through the arm he landed hard on the ground, thick blood spurting from a deep gash in his side, something snapping in leg.
Struggling back to his feet, ignoring the pain the best he could, the young boy narrowed his brown eyes, thinking quickly. If each one of his many arms was a weapon in its own right…oh, Kami-sama, too many! Too many arms!
He dug his heels into the floor and ran forward again, to be hit by a thick wooden mallet. Careening into a wall, he tried to refocus his eyes, but failed miserably.
As Daisuke fell to his knees, his body swaying dizzily, he saw a small gray blur from the corner of his eyes, pulsing lavender in the center. "What the hell…?" he muttered, grasping it with one hand.
KINDNESS.
The word burned into his mind and he blinked, suddenly able to see clearly again. The green form of Wormmon stirred across from him and an idea occurred to him…
*__+__*
A thread of pink light streamed from somewhere in the darkness, acknowledging the other two lights before swiftly joining them. A brilliant flash of white light erupted in the darkness and the three lights became one shimmering pearly white comet-orb, moving with a mission.
The darkness around the comet-orb cringed at the pearly light and drew back from the white tail that grew longer and stayed where it had been.
And then the orb reached the central part of the evil.
Hesitating, the pearly white comet-orb turned first one way, then another before simply spreading its light out into all of its chambers, hurting it in all places.
*__+__*
The Kindness crest exploded into light and three symbols blazed in a row on Daisuke's brown forehead.
COURAGE.
FRIENDSHIP.
MIRACLES.
And then Kindness lit his face.
KINDNESS.
The four differently colored lights surrounded Wormmon-orange, blue, gold, and lavender-creating something that should never have been.
WORMMON…
A voice whispered into the back of Daisuke's mind as Apocalymon drew back from the circular light engulfing Wormmon.
DIGIVOLVE TO…
The evil being suddenly shrieked, a horrible, grating sound, streams of light trickling from before unseen cracks.
GENESISMON!!
The four lights imploded to reveal a dragon-like creature standing on two legs, dressed in multi-colored armor and a peaceful look about his violet eyes. A blade materialized in Genesismon's hand and Daisuke looked at his own blade. The two shared a grim look and nodded swiftly.
The marble floor cracked and groaned as the two rushed forward, their souls at ease with God and ready to die for life.
*__+__*
I LOVE YOU, MIMI.
I KNOW, KEN. FOREVER.
DAISUKE, I LOVE YOU!! FORGIVE ME!! PLEASE…
WE WON'T STAY IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN PIECE OF KUSO, WILL WE?
*LAUGH* NO, KEN. WE WON'T.
DAISUKE! WE'LL HELP YOU AND GENESISMON!!
kindness
sincerity
light
*__+__*
Two blades formed into sharp edges of light in the hands and claws of Daisuke and Genesismon. The darkness surrounding Apocalymon was fading slowly, light pouring faster and thicker from his body. And when the two pure blades struck his dark heart, he exploded with an enraged scream that echoed silently throughout eternity.
*__+__*
The light faded slowly and Daisuke clutched at his eyes, rubbing the heels of his hands into them, calming himself and stifling the tears threatening to overspill. Hikari was dead. Mimi was dead. Heck, he barely knew Ken, but HE was dead, too, so that sucked…
"Daisuke-chan…?"
He caught his breath. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. He had to be going insane or it was some weird side effect to the explosion of light. Still…
He glanced up cautiously and his heart very suddenly felt free and unburdened.
"HIKARI!!!!"
On his feet in a split second, he raced over to where she held herself up by her hand and an elbow. "Daisuke!" Sweeping her into an emotion-ridden hug, Daisuke let the tears fall, happiness clouding his mind. The two clutched at each others' arms, crying happily and kissing each others' faces.
"Don't leave," Daisuke whispered, throat rasping and Hikari nodded tearfully.
*__+__*
Ken slowly opened his eyes, seeking a face he desperately craved to see. "Mimi…?" he cried and there was a soft, "Yeah?" Chestnut hair tumbled down around Mimi's face as she stared up at him from where she lay. "Mimi?" he said softly, lifting a lock of her chestnut hair and kissing it softly. "My real hair color," she smiled. He leaned closer to her, lips brushing against hers. "I like it," he told her quietly and then he pressed his lips against hers gently, wrapping his arms behind her, one hand woven in hair.
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AN: And that's the end of 7-Eternally Here For You. I hope you've enjoyed it! Now all I need to write is "Aftermath." I want to thank-you for reading this story. It wasn't perfect and it's rather different. Yet that's why I love it. Have a wonderful life. *&-^*