Disclaimer: Me no own Digimon. Me tired of writing this legal crap. Me go crazy writing this every time!! Stuff I made up are mine.
Author's Note: For the convenience for the reader and for me, the Darkdestined's digimon will stay in the levels we all know and love (or hate). Also because I came up with the lamest names ever for their previous forms. ^_^ And I finally got to see the Myotismon prophecy again and found out I forgot some stuff om the prophecy portion of Ch.1. Oh well, as long it made sense.
Remember: thoughts
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"Crests of Destiny"
By Cloud Ishida
~Chapter 3-Introductions~
"Where am I?..." A spotlight over his head.
"Get up." A voice from the darkness.
"Who's there?!"
"It isn't your time. You need to go back." came the words from the dark image's mouth.
"What are you talking about...who are you?" his blue eyes searched the darkness surrounding him.
"Go back, hurry..." the dark image stepped towards the light, revealing the reflection of the blue-eyed boy, "...she's waiting."
And with that, consciousness took over.
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His eyes fluttered open at the blazing sun overhead. His head ached like hell and his body equally felt stiff and sore. His thoughts wandered to the last moments he could remember. A ray of light...falling...a blue flash...darkness. Thinking seemed to make the headache worse so he decided to just lie still and be a blank slate. Surrounding him were trees, offering some protection from the sun's blinding rays. A fire was set across from him, and a thought that gave him a jolt of pain rushed in, Someone had to have started it...the question is, who?
The blonde's head jerked at the rustle of the leaves behind him. He remained silent and hoped whatever it was would just go away. It was hard for him to just sit up let alone run for his life. Waiting for the inevitable, he clenched his fists, ready to not die without a fight. All his tensions eased as the figure finally emerged. For some reason, he hoped it was a fierce digimon.
Before him was a girl. A human girl at that. This caught him by surprise. As she approached him, he saw long, black hair; her brown eyes glistened to crystalline form in the sunlight. She wore clothing almost matching him. There was no question that she was the hostage he took. In her hands she held halves of a fruit in each. But those weren't what he really focused on. She had a scar over her right cheek, he remembered that, but the one cutting across her left eye was unknown to him.
The girl noticed his alertness, and bent down near him setting the two halves. He finally observed that water was in the two halves that served as bowls. "I see that you're awake. But you really shouldn't be getting up so quickly. But as long as your up..." she lifted one of the bowls and holds it in front of him, offering a drink. The boy's throat was burning for the fresh, coolness of the liquid substance and almost lunged for it. Water spilled over him, but he was too occupied to notice. "Hey, slow down. Keep doing that and you're gonna..." the blonde boy went on a coughing spree, "...choke. Told you."
When the boy settled, that was when he noticed the cuts and bruises all over his body. Crashing down from a cliff takes a lot out of a person, and surprising he was still alive. At that height, it should have killed him and her on impact. He felt a hand on his back and chest as he was motioned to lie back down. She reached for a giant leaf on the other side of him. When she passed over, he noticed she had a very broad body. Almost masculine. Another fact was feminine beauty was not on her priority list. But her eyes conveyed compassion.
She covered him up with the leaf, serving as a blanket. But a question was nagging at him that needed to be answered, "Why are you doing this...?"
Her face was frozen by the question, "Do what?"
"Helping me. You saved me didn't you?"
The blonde's words shocked the black haired girl, "Please, I did no such thing. You wanted to live. When I woke up, you were still unconscious. That blue light saved us. I just softened the impact." She massaged the new scar on her eye. The boy understood. She got the scar protecting him. But why would she... "You wanted to come back, that's why you're still breathing." The blonde blinked at her words. They seemed harsh, but truth written all over them.
"We haven't introduced ourselves have we?" The blonde worked from the aches and pains to form a smile, and the girl unknowingly returned his show of affection, "I'm Yamato Ishida."
The girl blinked for a moment, hesitating to reveal her name when finally, the words came on their own, "Midori Kuroyami."
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"Damn it!" his soccer kick showed no mercy and struck the pebble under his shoe and barely missed Jyou's nose. Taichi was frustrated with the last battle. Gennai was dying, Takeru was captured, and Yamato was missing. The only thing that saved them was when Asato called for withdrawal. He foolishly rushed into battle, just what Yamato warned him about.
"Tai, it isn't your fault. And now is not the time to be sulking." Sora placed her hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm her long time friend.
"Hey guy's, we're here." Koushiro announced from the front. His eyes never left the computer. On it was the map of the Digital World, magnified to Gennai's position. If the yellow, flashing light ever stopped, it meant the end of the old digimon. He was hesitant to go in, afraid since the urgent e-mail from Gennai.
"Gennai!" Taichi called out. No answer. Koushiro magnified the map to form a detailed map of the house. The tiny boy led the way while the others followed closely behind them. In the back of the group, Hikari started to lag behind. Taichi noticed his sister's descent, "Kari, what's wrong?..."
"It feels like...something's fading..." her crest produced a dull glow, "...as if a light is fading..."
"Tai! Kari! He's here!" The two Yagami's rushed over to the fallen man, breathing his last, crucial breaths. His light was fading.
Children and digimon gathered around him, and noticed two were missing, "I see...that... *cough**wheeze* ...it didn't go...well." He rested his hand on his heaving chest, knowing his he was at his last moments.
"Shh...Don't try to speak..." Koushiro whispered. Tears flowed on their own, streaming down his small, soft cheeks. He took Gennai's hand from his chest and held him tight, like he could make the old digimon stay if he squeezed hard enough, "You'll be alright..." He knew in his heart it was a lie.
"I...must tell *cough* all...to defeat them...you must..." The hand in Koushiro's hand relaxed for the final time. Mimi cried in Sora's arms, Taichi let Hikari cry on him. Jyou comforted the digimon. His chest stopped its motion. One by one, tiny data broke away from the tired old body until nothing was left of him, as if he never existed at all. One flat object remained. In his place, a yellow disk remained.
Koushiro slowly picked it up, seeing it as a memento from his friend and mentor. It was then that Patamon, still saddened by the loss of Takeru and now Gennai, noticed the computer flashing red dots surrounding a yellow one. "Um...Izzy..." he was hesitant to bother his grieving, "...is that supposed to be there?"
The tear-filled eyes turned to where Patamon pointed. His eyes widened, tears still slowly dropping. The yellow light was still there. But why should it? He died right in front of him. Taking his computer, he furiously typed sequences and codes. The map grew to show the entire Digital World. "This is strange..." Koushiro muttered.
"What is it Izzy?" Taichi asked, the others were still mourning.
"As the very least, I would expect the yellow light that represents Gennai at Primary Village but..." he typed in more numbers and letters, "...My computer says he's still here...yet...not..."
"You're not making any sense Izzy. Gennai just died. Vaporized into data. We saw it with our own eyes!" Jyou exclaimed.
"That's just it. There should be no reason ex...cept..." Koushiro started to type once more, forgetting about the tears, "Tentomon, do you still remember the program I used for mapping the real world?"
"I sure do." Tentomon flew over to his partner and helped with the codes. The others sat and watched Koushiro use his magic on his computer.
Gabumon, troubled by Yamato's disappearance, thought of a suggestion, "Izzy, could you find the others with that?" Koushiro didn't answer, or he didn't hear at all. Once he sets out a task, everything else is blocked out. Gabumon just sat back too depressed to try.
"Got it. I'll hook it up to Gennai's main computer." Instantly, two maps appeared, both looking very similar too each other, "As you might remember, this one represents the Digiworld, and this Earth. Now look." The others observed two flashes of yellow light. The Earth one was much brighter than the Digital World's.
"So, what is this suppose to tell us?" Sora asked through her sniffles.
"This yellow light represents Gennai. Now, why would there be one in the Real World?"
"Maybe it's just a computer glitch or something..." Mimi suggested, tears still flowing.
"I'll tell you what it is. This means that Gennai is still alive!"
The others had a confused look. Most were faces of sadness, "Izzy," Taichi started, "I know Gennai meant a lot to you but...he's dead. He's gone Izzy..."
"NO!" A yell full of anger and desperation dispersed throughout the room. Everyone was taken back by Koushiro's sudden outburst. Even Tentomon was startled. He never expected such thing from his gentle human friend. "He is alive! This light means that he's alive in the Real World..." he pressed another button, "These red lights are us. They're on both maps. We're existing in two worlds at once. This means, there is a real Gennai out there somewhere."
They couldn't believe what he was saying, "But, wasn't he a digimon like us?" Agumon questioned.
"He said he was but wasn't. He had no attributes. This explains his background. How could he appear just anywhere where we were all the time unless he was watching from the outside?"
"Now don't get ahead of yourself Izzy." Taichi advised, "First, we should at least see what the disk has."
Koushiro didn't want to, he wanted to leave right now to find him. But by much urging from the others, he loaded the disk of Gennai.
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"Why did you call off the attack?!" Itami bellowed out of his lungs. The Darkdestined were so close to wiping out the Digidestined, but their leader called for a withdrawal. "And why can't we just kill that brat right now?!" he pointed to a sleeping Takeru, set in a trance by Myotismon.
"My orders are made for a reason." Asato said firmly.
Myotismon floated beside his destined child, "You don't want to provoke me. It isn't pretty." Even though he was programmed to be evil and destroy, his instinct to protect his child came first, as with all the other Darkdestined's digimon. Asato's eyes paid no attention to his silver rival, but on his black digivice. Seven red dots representing the Darkdestined flashed relentlessly. He moved his device left and right to pick up the signal of his fallen comrade. The others watched their fight unfold. They learned the hard way that leaving them be was the best way.
"Why are you wasting your time searching for her! You're wasting my time! We still haven't found Piedmon and those Digi-brats are probably hunting us right now!" The silver angel looking boy took Asato by the collar.
Alexander stepped forward to Itami's side, "He might be right Asato. I mean, shouldn't we be planning on a way to get rid of them?..." his voice was full of anxiety. Etamon was in the back, writing more lyrics to add to his rock'n'roll songs.
"Don't be such a coward Alex. And you..." he swatted away Itami's hands, then replaced his digivice to his belt, "What I say goes."
"How could you have feelings for such a loser? Why in hell you got the Crest of Hate I will never know. With your hideous body, you should have gotten the crest of ugline..." his sentence was cut short by Asato's fist.
"Do us all a favour and shut up." He gave the signal to move out. The others marched. Itami was left with rearranging his jaw. MetalSeaDramon's tails wrapped around Takeru and carried Dana on his head.
Walking with his digivice in hand once more, they travelled to find their...his, missing companion. He let his free hand reach into his shirt, feeling his bithmarks. Since birth, he had maroon-red pigments scattered all around his skin, a skin disorder. It even reached to his face, always covered by his light brown hair. And since he was a child, he was made fun of. Mocked for his "deformity". The rest of the Darkdestined learned not to toy with his looks. All that is except for Itami. Midori was the only one making no notice of his scars. The one who saved his life.
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"Izzy! You don't have to do this! Gennai already told us how to defeat them!" Sora pleaded with the determined Koushiro. The disk was a message from Gennai. In case he could never see the Digidestined's faces again, he made a disk with instructions on defeating the Darkdestined and a good-bye message. Apparently, Koushiro wasn't satisfied with it.
"I'm going to Canada. That's where the signal's coming from." Koushiro packed his computer and Tentomon was ready to go with him. The metal insect refused to be away from his side, even if it did sound crazy.
"I'll go with you..." An unexpected proposal from Jyou. The others turned to him. It was the second time he caught their attention, "It'll be dangerous for you to go alone. I mean, two heads are better than one." said a smiling Jyou.
"...Thanks Jyou." Koushiro had to look high up to meet Jyou's eyes.
"And two digimon heads beats two human heads anyday!" Gomamon joked while nudging Tentomon. The children and digimon giggled out loud. It was a relief to be able to laugh through their prediciment. Everyone could count on Gomamon for that.
Typing sequences on his computer, a pillar of purple and grey light appeared before the four travellers. Waving good-bye, they disappered into the beam and faded away.
The rest finished their waves, and waited for their order, "All right guys," Taichi started, "let's go find Matt and save T.K."
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"Thanks." Yamato recieved the freshly cooked fish from Midori. Altogether, he probably had three, but his hunger never subsided. Midori, on the other hand, ate less then one, giving her share to Yamato to satisfy his hunger. Halfway through his forth helping, he realized he was hoarding all the food, "Oh! I'm sorry! I can't believe I pigged out like that. Uhhh...here." he reached out the half-eated fish.
"Don't worry. You need it more than me." The truth was, she was hungry, and sleepy and tire. She kept up watch all night and gathered all the food. Yamato felt guilty. A total stranger that he took hostage was taking more care of him than his own father, or his mother.
Just this morning, he felt himself being held in Midori's arms when he woke up. At first, he thought she was just trying to come on to him, to take him down since they were supposed to be mortal enemies. But he did remember that he felt really cold. Her body warmed him up, and felt that she did it out of pure compassion.
He had to repay her. Feeling around for his harmonica, he drew it out. Soulful music filled the woods. Midori perked up and turned to Yamato. She sat, listening to every note and absorbing the feelings it expressed. The roaring fire seemed to be tamed by the gentle music and dance to its new master. When the music finished, clapping replaced it, "That was wonderful! You are truly talented Yamato."
"Thanks." He usually never let people call him by his full name. He actually would make people call him "Matt". He placed the harmonica in his pocket and continued to eat, "And I'm not the only one around here with a talent." He pointed to the images that were drawn in the soil. Midori blushed slightly at Yamato's discovery.
She never let anyone see her drawings. Must've forgot to erase them... she thought. "They're nothing special."
"Nothing?!" Yamato was awe struck by the images of digimon he had met or yet to see, "They're the same likeness of real digimon." Midori smiled and blushed even more. Despite the way she looks, she sure is shy. "Ya know, you remind me a lot of Gabumon, my digimon. You barely had any sleep and I ended up eating everything. And I have you to thank for taking care of me. I'll repay you for all that you've done."
A new sensation surged through Midori. Could this be a start of a friendship? That would go against everything she believed in. After all, it could be a trap to destroy the Darkdestined one by one. But the thought of a friend was tantalizing. "You have a crest?" asked Yamato.
"Huh?" she snapped out of her trance.
"A crest." He pulled out his own, "Like this one."
She hesitated a bit; not sure to trust a stranger let alone an enemy she was chosen to destroy. She took out a black tag and navy-blue crest, "What does your crest mean?"
Yamato didn't want to say, considering how much he felt he didn't deserve it, "Mine is the most incompatible to me of all. It's the Crest of Friendship..." He wasn't particularly proud of it, but he had to deal with it.
It was Midori's turn, and she spoke with confidence and conviction, "Mine, is the Crest of Loneliness. And I am most compatible with it."
That was when her black digivice started to beep. A streak of bloody-red light wrapped around Yamato, Midori reaching out to loosen the Crimson Lightning. The stream wrapped around his neck and was thrown to a nearby tree. Behind Myotismon, the Keeper of Hate stood.
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The fic is moving kinda fast. I'm starting to focus on Izzy a bit, and I didn't plan it either. I guess the little guy got to me too. But Yama-chan still #1 in my mind! ^_^ The next chapter is most likely to focus on Izzy and Jyou (I kinda write these fics on the spot.) and kind of a rivalry between a Destined and Darkdestined. I should plan these out more huh? Anywayz, review if you like, I like getting them. ^_~ See ya!
Author's Note: For the convenience for the reader and for me, the Darkdestined's digimon will stay in the levels we all know and love (or hate). Also because I came up with the lamest names ever for their previous forms. ^_^ And I finally got to see the Myotismon prophecy again and found out I forgot some stuff om the prophecy portion of Ch.1. Oh well, as long it made sense.
Remember: thoughts
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"Crests of Destiny"
By Cloud Ishida
~Chapter 3-Introductions~
"Where am I?..." A spotlight over his head.
"Get up." A voice from the darkness.
"Who's there?!"
"It isn't your time. You need to go back." came the words from the dark image's mouth.
"What are you talking about...who are you?" his blue eyes searched the darkness surrounding him.
"Go back, hurry..." the dark image stepped towards the light, revealing the reflection of the blue-eyed boy, "...she's waiting."
And with that, consciousness took over.
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His eyes fluttered open at the blazing sun overhead. His head ached like hell and his body equally felt stiff and sore. His thoughts wandered to the last moments he could remember. A ray of light...falling...a blue flash...darkness. Thinking seemed to make the headache worse so he decided to just lie still and be a blank slate. Surrounding him were trees, offering some protection from the sun's blinding rays. A fire was set across from him, and a thought that gave him a jolt of pain rushed in, Someone had to have started it...the question is, who?
The blonde's head jerked at the rustle of the leaves behind him. He remained silent and hoped whatever it was would just go away. It was hard for him to just sit up let alone run for his life. Waiting for the inevitable, he clenched his fists, ready to not die without a fight. All his tensions eased as the figure finally emerged. For some reason, he hoped it was a fierce digimon.
Before him was a girl. A human girl at that. This caught him by surprise. As she approached him, he saw long, black hair; her brown eyes glistened to crystalline form in the sunlight. She wore clothing almost matching him. There was no question that she was the hostage he took. In her hands she held halves of a fruit in each. But those weren't what he really focused on. She had a scar over her right cheek, he remembered that, but the one cutting across her left eye was unknown to him.
The girl noticed his alertness, and bent down near him setting the two halves. He finally observed that water was in the two halves that served as bowls. "I see that you're awake. But you really shouldn't be getting up so quickly. But as long as your up..." she lifted one of the bowls and holds it in front of him, offering a drink. The boy's throat was burning for the fresh, coolness of the liquid substance and almost lunged for it. Water spilled over him, but he was too occupied to notice. "Hey, slow down. Keep doing that and you're gonna..." the blonde boy went on a coughing spree, "...choke. Told you."
When the boy settled, that was when he noticed the cuts and bruises all over his body. Crashing down from a cliff takes a lot out of a person, and surprising he was still alive. At that height, it should have killed him and her on impact. He felt a hand on his back and chest as he was motioned to lie back down. She reached for a giant leaf on the other side of him. When she passed over, he noticed she had a very broad body. Almost masculine. Another fact was feminine beauty was not on her priority list. But her eyes conveyed compassion.
She covered him up with the leaf, serving as a blanket. But a question was nagging at him that needed to be answered, "Why are you doing this...?"
Her face was frozen by the question, "Do what?"
"Helping me. You saved me didn't you?"
The blonde's words shocked the black haired girl, "Please, I did no such thing. You wanted to live. When I woke up, you were still unconscious. That blue light saved us. I just softened the impact." She massaged the new scar on her eye. The boy understood. She got the scar protecting him. But why would she... "You wanted to come back, that's why you're still breathing." The blonde blinked at her words. They seemed harsh, but truth written all over them.
"We haven't introduced ourselves have we?" The blonde worked from the aches and pains to form a smile, and the girl unknowingly returned his show of affection, "I'm Yamato Ishida."
The girl blinked for a moment, hesitating to reveal her name when finally, the words came on their own, "Midori Kuroyami."
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"Damn it!" his soccer kick showed no mercy and struck the pebble under his shoe and barely missed Jyou's nose. Taichi was frustrated with the last battle. Gennai was dying, Takeru was captured, and Yamato was missing. The only thing that saved them was when Asato called for withdrawal. He foolishly rushed into battle, just what Yamato warned him about.
"Tai, it isn't your fault. And now is not the time to be sulking." Sora placed her hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm her long time friend.
"Hey guy's, we're here." Koushiro announced from the front. His eyes never left the computer. On it was the map of the Digital World, magnified to Gennai's position. If the yellow, flashing light ever stopped, it meant the end of the old digimon. He was hesitant to go in, afraid since the urgent e-mail from Gennai.
"Gennai!" Taichi called out. No answer. Koushiro magnified the map to form a detailed map of the house. The tiny boy led the way while the others followed closely behind them. In the back of the group, Hikari started to lag behind. Taichi noticed his sister's descent, "Kari, what's wrong?..."
"It feels like...something's fading..." her crest produced a dull glow, "...as if a light is fading..."
"Tai! Kari! He's here!" The two Yagami's rushed over to the fallen man, breathing his last, crucial breaths. His light was fading.
Children and digimon gathered around him, and noticed two were missing, "I see...that... *cough**wheeze* ...it didn't go...well." He rested his hand on his heaving chest, knowing his he was at his last moments.
"Shh...Don't try to speak..." Koushiro whispered. Tears flowed on their own, streaming down his small, soft cheeks. He took Gennai's hand from his chest and held him tight, like he could make the old digimon stay if he squeezed hard enough, "You'll be alright..." He knew in his heart it was a lie.
"I...must tell *cough* all...to defeat them...you must..." The hand in Koushiro's hand relaxed for the final time. Mimi cried in Sora's arms, Taichi let Hikari cry on him. Jyou comforted the digimon. His chest stopped its motion. One by one, tiny data broke away from the tired old body until nothing was left of him, as if he never existed at all. One flat object remained. In his place, a yellow disk remained.
Koushiro slowly picked it up, seeing it as a memento from his friend and mentor. It was then that Patamon, still saddened by the loss of Takeru and now Gennai, noticed the computer flashing red dots surrounding a yellow one. "Um...Izzy..." he was hesitant to bother his grieving, "...is that supposed to be there?"
The tear-filled eyes turned to where Patamon pointed. His eyes widened, tears still slowly dropping. The yellow light was still there. But why should it? He died right in front of him. Taking his computer, he furiously typed sequences and codes. The map grew to show the entire Digital World. "This is strange..." Koushiro muttered.
"What is it Izzy?" Taichi asked, the others were still mourning.
"As the very least, I would expect the yellow light that represents Gennai at Primary Village but..." he typed in more numbers and letters, "...My computer says he's still here...yet...not..."
"You're not making any sense Izzy. Gennai just died. Vaporized into data. We saw it with our own eyes!" Jyou exclaimed.
"That's just it. There should be no reason ex...cept..." Koushiro started to type once more, forgetting about the tears, "Tentomon, do you still remember the program I used for mapping the real world?"
"I sure do." Tentomon flew over to his partner and helped with the codes. The others sat and watched Koushiro use his magic on his computer.
Gabumon, troubled by Yamato's disappearance, thought of a suggestion, "Izzy, could you find the others with that?" Koushiro didn't answer, or he didn't hear at all. Once he sets out a task, everything else is blocked out. Gabumon just sat back too depressed to try.
"Got it. I'll hook it up to Gennai's main computer." Instantly, two maps appeared, both looking very similar too each other, "As you might remember, this one represents the Digiworld, and this Earth. Now look." The others observed two flashes of yellow light. The Earth one was much brighter than the Digital World's.
"So, what is this suppose to tell us?" Sora asked through her sniffles.
"This yellow light represents Gennai. Now, why would there be one in the Real World?"
"Maybe it's just a computer glitch or something..." Mimi suggested, tears still flowing.
"I'll tell you what it is. This means that Gennai is still alive!"
The others had a confused look. Most were faces of sadness, "Izzy," Taichi started, "I know Gennai meant a lot to you but...he's dead. He's gone Izzy..."
"NO!" A yell full of anger and desperation dispersed throughout the room. Everyone was taken back by Koushiro's sudden outburst. Even Tentomon was startled. He never expected such thing from his gentle human friend. "He is alive! This light means that he's alive in the Real World..." he pressed another button, "These red lights are us. They're on both maps. We're existing in two worlds at once. This means, there is a real Gennai out there somewhere."
They couldn't believe what he was saying, "But, wasn't he a digimon like us?" Agumon questioned.
"He said he was but wasn't. He had no attributes. This explains his background. How could he appear just anywhere where we were all the time unless he was watching from the outside?"
"Now don't get ahead of yourself Izzy." Taichi advised, "First, we should at least see what the disk has."
Koushiro didn't want to, he wanted to leave right now to find him. But by much urging from the others, he loaded the disk of Gennai.
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"Why did you call off the attack?!" Itami bellowed out of his lungs. The Darkdestined were so close to wiping out the Digidestined, but their leader called for a withdrawal. "And why can't we just kill that brat right now?!" he pointed to a sleeping Takeru, set in a trance by Myotismon.
"My orders are made for a reason." Asato said firmly.
Myotismon floated beside his destined child, "You don't want to provoke me. It isn't pretty." Even though he was programmed to be evil and destroy, his instinct to protect his child came first, as with all the other Darkdestined's digimon. Asato's eyes paid no attention to his silver rival, but on his black digivice. Seven red dots representing the Darkdestined flashed relentlessly. He moved his device left and right to pick up the signal of his fallen comrade. The others watched their fight unfold. They learned the hard way that leaving them be was the best way.
"Why are you wasting your time searching for her! You're wasting my time! We still haven't found Piedmon and those Digi-brats are probably hunting us right now!" The silver angel looking boy took Asato by the collar.
Alexander stepped forward to Itami's side, "He might be right Asato. I mean, shouldn't we be planning on a way to get rid of them?..." his voice was full of anxiety. Etamon was in the back, writing more lyrics to add to his rock'n'roll songs.
"Don't be such a coward Alex. And you..." he swatted away Itami's hands, then replaced his digivice to his belt, "What I say goes."
"How could you have feelings for such a loser? Why in hell you got the Crest of Hate I will never know. With your hideous body, you should have gotten the crest of ugline..." his sentence was cut short by Asato's fist.
"Do us all a favour and shut up." He gave the signal to move out. The others marched. Itami was left with rearranging his jaw. MetalSeaDramon's tails wrapped around Takeru and carried Dana on his head.
Walking with his digivice in hand once more, they travelled to find their...his, missing companion. He let his free hand reach into his shirt, feeling his bithmarks. Since birth, he had maroon-red pigments scattered all around his skin, a skin disorder. It even reached to his face, always covered by his light brown hair. And since he was a child, he was made fun of. Mocked for his "deformity". The rest of the Darkdestined learned not to toy with his looks. All that is except for Itami. Midori was the only one making no notice of his scars. The one who saved his life.
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"Izzy! You don't have to do this! Gennai already told us how to defeat them!" Sora pleaded with the determined Koushiro. The disk was a message from Gennai. In case he could never see the Digidestined's faces again, he made a disk with instructions on defeating the Darkdestined and a good-bye message. Apparently, Koushiro wasn't satisfied with it.
"I'm going to Canada. That's where the signal's coming from." Koushiro packed his computer and Tentomon was ready to go with him. The metal insect refused to be away from his side, even if it did sound crazy.
"I'll go with you..." An unexpected proposal from Jyou. The others turned to him. It was the second time he caught their attention, "It'll be dangerous for you to go alone. I mean, two heads are better than one." said a smiling Jyou.
"...Thanks Jyou." Koushiro had to look high up to meet Jyou's eyes.
"And two digimon heads beats two human heads anyday!" Gomamon joked while nudging Tentomon. The children and digimon giggled out loud. It was a relief to be able to laugh through their prediciment. Everyone could count on Gomamon for that.
Typing sequences on his computer, a pillar of purple and grey light appeared before the four travellers. Waving good-bye, they disappered into the beam and faded away.
The rest finished their waves, and waited for their order, "All right guys," Taichi started, "let's go find Matt and save T.K."
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"Thanks." Yamato recieved the freshly cooked fish from Midori. Altogether, he probably had three, but his hunger never subsided. Midori, on the other hand, ate less then one, giving her share to Yamato to satisfy his hunger. Halfway through his forth helping, he realized he was hoarding all the food, "Oh! I'm sorry! I can't believe I pigged out like that. Uhhh...here." he reached out the half-eated fish.
"Don't worry. You need it more than me." The truth was, she was hungry, and sleepy and tire. She kept up watch all night and gathered all the food. Yamato felt guilty. A total stranger that he took hostage was taking more care of him than his own father, or his mother.
Just this morning, he felt himself being held in Midori's arms when he woke up. At first, he thought she was just trying to come on to him, to take him down since they were supposed to be mortal enemies. But he did remember that he felt really cold. Her body warmed him up, and felt that she did it out of pure compassion.
He had to repay her. Feeling around for his harmonica, he drew it out. Soulful music filled the woods. Midori perked up and turned to Yamato. She sat, listening to every note and absorbing the feelings it expressed. The roaring fire seemed to be tamed by the gentle music and dance to its new master. When the music finished, clapping replaced it, "That was wonderful! You are truly talented Yamato."
"Thanks." He usually never let people call him by his full name. He actually would make people call him "Matt". He placed the harmonica in his pocket and continued to eat, "And I'm not the only one around here with a talent." He pointed to the images that were drawn in the soil. Midori blushed slightly at Yamato's discovery.
She never let anyone see her drawings. Must've forgot to erase them... she thought. "They're nothing special."
"Nothing?!" Yamato was awe struck by the images of digimon he had met or yet to see, "They're the same likeness of real digimon." Midori smiled and blushed even more. Despite the way she looks, she sure is shy. "Ya know, you remind me a lot of Gabumon, my digimon. You barely had any sleep and I ended up eating everything. And I have you to thank for taking care of me. I'll repay you for all that you've done."
A new sensation surged through Midori. Could this be a start of a friendship? That would go against everything she believed in. After all, it could be a trap to destroy the Darkdestined one by one. But the thought of a friend was tantalizing. "You have a crest?" asked Yamato.
"Huh?" she snapped out of her trance.
"A crest." He pulled out his own, "Like this one."
She hesitated a bit; not sure to trust a stranger let alone an enemy she was chosen to destroy. She took out a black tag and navy-blue crest, "What does your crest mean?"
Yamato didn't want to say, considering how much he felt he didn't deserve it, "Mine is the most incompatible to me of all. It's the Crest of Friendship..." He wasn't particularly proud of it, but he had to deal with it.
It was Midori's turn, and she spoke with confidence and conviction, "Mine, is the Crest of Loneliness. And I am most compatible with it."
That was when her black digivice started to beep. A streak of bloody-red light wrapped around Yamato, Midori reaching out to loosen the Crimson Lightning. The stream wrapped around his neck and was thrown to a nearby tree. Behind Myotismon, the Keeper of Hate stood.
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The fic is moving kinda fast. I'm starting to focus on Izzy a bit, and I didn't plan it either. I guess the little guy got to me too. But Yama-chan still #1 in my mind! ^_^ The next chapter is most likely to focus on Izzy and Jyou (I kinda write these fics on the spot.) and kind of a rivalry between a Destined and Darkdestined. I should plan these out more huh? Anywayz, review if you like, I like getting them. ^_~ See ya!