Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon then the first season would have ended very differently. Me don't own Digimon. Me never will. How sad:(
Author's Note: Blood and guts alert people!! Considering I'm in a bad mood right now, it'll probably turn into a slash-fest.
The chapter title is connected to ch. 6's. Of course, who really cares about that right?
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"Crests of Destiny"
By Cloud Ishida
~Chapter 7- ...and Betrayal~
"All right Izzy, I'll come right over." Taichi hanged up the phone and call for his sister to join him in the meeting. "Izzy said you could come too...if you want."
Asato considered the offer, "Will Midori be there?"
Taichi shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Matt's coming though."
"Well what are we waiting for?" Asato marched out of the door with Wingmon resting on his shoulder.
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"I don't see why Izzy won't let you come with us." Yamato and Tsunomon, de-evolved for carrying convenience, arrived to Koushiro's apartment. "If you need anything, we'll be at the fifth floor, number 542."
"Don't worry about me. I need some fresh air anyway." Midori waved the two good-byes and headed for the park.
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"Where's Midori?" was the first thing Asato blurted out when Yamato came in.
"Good we're all here." Koushiro didn't let Yamato answer. "First off, you all remember what I've told you about Gennai's daughter." Everyone but Asato slowly nodded his or her heads. "Now, look at this." He passed the picture he printed out last night around the group.
Asato was the last to glimpse the image and instantly recognized the image, "...where did you get this?..."
"I'm assuming you know who it is." he coolly acknowledged. "This image is of Scythemon, or should I say...Midori."
"What?!" Yamato was stunned by the new revelation. "Are you joking?!"
"I knew it! This was a trap to lure us here!" Asato exclaimed, calling on his digimon. "How could you know about her?"
"So you do admit Midori's alter ego." Koushiro sneered at the flaring green eyes. "She is the one who killed Gennai's daughter!"
"She killed to save me! Leomon, Centarumon, Pixiemon, Andromon, Parrotmon...they tried to kill us just because we were called the Darkdestined! Those bastards judged us before we even knew what the Digiworld was..." Asato clenched his fists, and narrowed his green eyes at the Digidestined. "If this is how you will play the game, then I'll play along." Wingmon perched on his arm and the children and digimon parted to let the boy through to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Taichi called out and was about to tackle him down when Yamato stopped him.
"Let him go. He hasn't done anything...yet." The blonde turned his attention to Koushiro, "She isn't evil."
"And what does this have to do with anything right now?" Mimi complained, as usual.
"Apparently," the boy genius prepared his speech, "there were actually two sightings of her and at those times, Midori was not present. Both times were when the Darkdestined were losing, badly. And both times ended with someone dying."
Jyou looked up from his textbook reading, "So there's a potential? Is that what you are saying?"
"Exactly. Gennai doesn't exactly know how it happens, but she is dangerous. I think we should take her out, one way or another."
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It was a sunny morning at the park, sunlight scattering through the trees. Midori walked with a sense of calm. Perhaps she has finally found the friend that understood her...or will understand her.
But a child's scream terminated the calmness. Unknowingly, she ran over to the origin of the continuing scream. Other witnesses stared on to the ground. There in the middle of four trees was a woman's body, what ever was left of it anyway. Midori froze by the image. It looked all too familiar. "Well, it's about time you showed up." The all too familiar voice echoed from the back. She slowly turned to face her former Darkdestined companion and her heart skipped a beat. "Surprised to see me?"
"Itami?..." she didn't move after seeing him.
"I don't know why Piedmon won't let me hack through you all, but he isn't here to protect you now." He raised his sword as the sun reflected its sharpness to the world and charged at the frozen girl.
"Sonic Yell!" A wave of ultra-high pitched shriek sent Itami backward to one of the four trees while Midori was knocked to her side. "Midori! Asato's searching for you!"
"Where is he Wingmon?!" She ran up to the black bat, glad to see a familiar face.
"We split up to find you. Hurry, run before he's conscious!"
"Too late!" A knife flew for Wingmon. He was slow to react to it but Midori was not. Wrapping her arms around the bat, she felt her stomach being pierced, blood rushing in to new territory. She grabbed the knife and pulled it out despite the pain.
"Midori!" Wingmon screamed another Sonic Yell but this time, Itami had time to block it with Piedmon's sword. While the two battled, Midori slowly stood, and withstanding the pain, she headed to Koushiro's to warn her friends.
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The door was left unlock, and she enter the hallway in silence. Blood dripped from her wound, feeling her life fading away. "She killed Gennai's daughter!" Midori stopped at the edge of the wall that divided the hallway and living room. "We can't let her get away with that!" It sounded like Koushiro but his anger had mutated his voice into a monster's.
"Izzy, don't let anger get to you. Revenge is not the answer, so is killing." This time, it was Jyou.
"Well, if what you say is true, maybe we should keep an eye on her." Sora suggested.
"You can't just lock Midori away!" Yamato yelled at his peers. Midori was surprised by Yamato's reaction, and shocked the meeting was about her.
"I'm being logical here Matt. We don't know what triggers her to become Scythemon." Midori was caught off guard by the name, Where did I hear that name?... Koushiro continued, "What if she turned into that Virus and killed T.K.?" Takeru tightened his grip around Yamato's leg, and his older brother responded with a grimace. "And you said yourself Matt that Piedmon wants her alive. That should say it all."
"And she did seem kinda out of it when the Darkdestined were killed." Taichi mentioned. "But, seeing your friends die would do that to you I would think."
"But there is no doubt that she should be restrained. She could turn into her at anytime. Her potential to kill is too great." The others slowly agreed with the little boy, and Koushiro turned to the blonde boy, lost in his thoughts, "Matt, you've got to convince her to let us restrain her or something. Either way, we have to deal with her."
Taichi caught a glimpse of sadness in Yamato's eyes, He doesn't want to hear this...
What should I do?... The evidence was too great to dismiss; yet he didn't want to hurt Midori. Yamato thought of when that Scythemon would come to life. Did he really want people to suffer because of her? "...alright." He couldn't believe he said it. His feelings tore him apart. He wanted to protect her, but how could he protect a killer?
Midori crest glowed ever so slightly.
"What you've said does make sense..." With every word that left his lips, her crest grew brighter. Midori clenched it to avoid being detected. "Too many have died already..." As the crest grew brighter, her pain in her stomach diminished. "She is dangerous." Her lips curled to a smile, tears dropped to the floor. "We have to stop her." Her abdominal wound was gone, the crest at its height of illumination. She took off her stone pendent, the blood staining its string.
Silently smiling, and with stealth she left the apartment.
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"That idiot..." Piedmon sneered at the screen. How dare you hurt her?! But Itami's style did work. Midori was ready for the conversion and it was time that Piedmon pick up his prize. He snapped his fingers and a group of virus-type digimon appeared behind him.
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"Crimson Lightning!" The bloody stream of light clashed with the sword. Asato arrived to help him digivolve but amazingly, Itami held his own against an Ultimate digimon. "You're really starting to annoy me..." Myotismon snarled.
"Where us she?!" Asato tackled the silver boy, making him lose his grip on the sword and pinning him to the ground.
"If I knew then I would have her head with me!" Itami shoved him to the side, with an elbow jab to the maroon coloured cheek. "Don't you worry; she wouldn't have gotten for with that wound." He cackled out loud to himself, a sound made only by a pure evil.
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She tore her entire sketchbook to pieces, and removed any evidence that she was there at all. In her hand, she held the drawing of her and Yamato. The frame bought yesterday was no where in sight. Neatly and efficiently, she ripped the sketch in two, then fours, and eighths and so on until she couldn't rip anymore. All the slashed papers landed in the garbage can, and with the match that Mr. Ishida had left behind, burned away her drawings.
From the corner of her eye, the photograph-framed mirror reflected her image. She walked up to it, still keeping her smile, still crying from the betrayal. Crying... "Why am I crying...Why do I have to be so damn weak?!" Her smile faded to clenched teeth and fists filling with rage. "What am I crying for?!..." Her crest illuminated the entire room and let her fist destroy the image she hated the most.
Her hand was glazed in blood with glass puncturing at every corner. The mirror broke into a million pieces reflecting different images of the scar-faced girl. The Crest of Loneliness was alive, and as its life grew stronger, her bleeding stopped.
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"What in the world?..." Jyou found the hallway smeared with blood.
Takeru noticed something on the floor, stained with more blood. "Hey Izzy, is this yours?"
Yamato looked down and gasped when he knew what it was. He knelt down slowly, carefully lifting the stone pendent. "Oh my god...she was here..."
"Who was?" Taichi asked, concerned. Yamato wrapped his hands around the pendent, letting the blood stain them. "You don't mean..."
"I gotta find her..." Yamato made a mad dash for the door, with Tsunomon bouncing behind.
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The trees crumbled from the rain of bats. Myotismon was finally able to restrain Itami with his Grisly Wing attack and let him hover in the air. "So, what shall we do with him?"
Asato wiped the blood trickling down his chin and steadied the heavy sword, "How about we cut him down to size?" That was when swords appeared out of thin air. With little time to react, the swords found their target. Two swords pierced through the haze of bats drinking blood from Itami, and the third cleanly sliced through Asato's wrist. The sword and hand fell flatly on the grass. "YAAAAHHH~!!!" Asato screamed from the excruciating pain. Myotismon wrapped his cape around his human, embracing him in an attempt to ease the pain.
"That is what you get for stealing my property Asato." Piedmon floated down with his digimon minions. "All of you, keep the Digidestined busy." An army of DeviDramon, flew in all directions, unleashing their fury upon the city. "Now, tell me where Midori is or I'll have to match the one arm with the other."
"Piedmon!" All looked at the figure, illuminated by the light of the pendent. Midori's eyes were ice cold, fists shaking in anger.
The stage is set... Piedmon licked his lips in anticipation of the final act. "So good of you to join us. Our Goddess of Death has finally arrived." Midori kept her cold trance. Piedmon made his way towards her, and she continued to walk on.
"Mi..Midori...go...run! Get out of here!" Asato got no response from her. She acted as if the world was closed out from her. "Myotismon...go protect her..."
"I can't leave you like this!" Myotismon protested.
"Go! NOW!! If she dies then..." Asato trailed off. Myotismon didn't want to leave him, but he had to do what he was told. Letting his partner go, he flew between Midori and Piedmon.
"You really think an Ultimate can defeat a Mega?" Piedmon sneered.
"Who said I'm an Ultimate?" With that, Myotismon glowed in sync with Asato's digivice, "MYOTISMON, WARP DIGIVOLVE TO... VENOM MYOTISMON!" He grew to gigantic proportions and swatted away the DeviDramon like flies.
Midori snapped out of her trance with the flash of the digivolution. "Asato?!" She ran over to her fallen comrade, "Oh my god! Asato, you'll be alright...I'll make it alright..." She held his other hand and wrapped the other around his body.
"Midori..." His smile warmed her cold exterior.
"This reunion is over!" Out of no where Itami raised one of Piedmon's swords and jumped down on the dazed couple. The sword sheathed through his heart, the Crest of Hate shattering to dust. The scream of VenomMyotismon shook the ground and disappeared to data. Itami stepped away in triumph.
"ASATO!!!" Midori screamed to his face. He coughed up the warm blood and choked on the warm liquid.
"Mi...dor...i.....Thank you...." She urged him to save his breath, but his lips kept moving, "You...were the only one...who liked me...despite my appearance....**ugh**" Blood splattered with every word. "You...were...my friend..." With that word, Midori's crest lost its glow. Her stomach started to hurt and her hand that was full of glass bled once more. "Be my...first kiss....my...love....."
Midori's eyes widened by his words, tears dropping and mixing with his blood. She slowly bent down, letting her lips touch his blood-drenched lips, and kissed. A simple kiss conveying so much with such a small action. He let his green eyes close, his hand lost its grip in her hand. She looked down at his limp body, her expression void.
Despair has shrouded her very soul.
Fear of being alone struck her heart.
Doubts about herself petrified her.
Deceit from Itami devoured her into anger.
Ignorance of Asato's love has brought her emptyness.
Hate for this world turned her to stone.
Loneliness is all she felt.
Another pillar of light, unlike the teleportation columns, emerged from the Crest of Loneliness and consumed Midori. As the crest grew brighter, her hand and stomach healed once again.
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Yamato entered his room, fearing to see Midori in tears. But all he got was...nothing. The room was spotless and the only evidence of the girl that stayed with him was the smell of smoke and a broken mirror. He walked towards the source of the smell to his garbage can. Burnt paper were covered with glasses from the mirror were soaked in water. One piece of shredded paper avoided its death by the fire. He picked it up and saw part of his portrait, slightly singed. Recognizing the source, he reached for the picture frame only to find it wasn't there anymore. On his desk, money was left behind. It seemed like the same amount as the missing picture frame. Beside it, the sketchbook she had given her... He opened it to see all her drawings were ripped out. Anything that reminded him of her was deleted from his room.
Yamato threw the book to the ground. What have I done?... Tsunomon nuzzled at his leg.
Outside, the sky started to become bright. Then, the building started to shake, as if it was an earthquake. He ran to his window to see streaks of red light destroying the city. Up above, DeviDramon attacked relentlessly a few moments Garudamon and two Angels unleashed their attacks on the dark dragons. But the source of the light that illuminated the sky was blue, and came from the middle of the park. Without thinking, he sprinted for the park.
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The light continued its flow to the sky. Itami stared in bewilderment while Piedmon laughed in jubilation.
A black hand pierced through the skin of the beam, laced in leather. The radiance of the blue illumination started to fade in to a strip of light. What stood in its place was not bright or cheerful. Black hair flowed with the last of the rays of light. The entire body was wrapped in black and dark navy-blue leather and silk. The only skin that showed through was the face with the scar on one cheek and another over the red eye. In one gloved hand, a giant silver scythe glistened in red from the destruction raining from the DeviDramon. The curved blade was half the size of the staff that supported it, and the staff was almost double the size of its master. The Crest of Loneliness kept an ever-present glow.
"NO!! That power is MINE!" Itami shouted in rage.
"How could you say that when it was never yours to begin with?" Piedmon calmly proclaimed. With a snap of his fingers, all his four swords returned to him. "You've outlived your usefulness."
"What are you talking about?! I am the only one that should wield that power!" Itami ran after him, but the war cry of death stopped him in his tracks.
Her shriek could be heard through the whole park as she sliced through Itami's shoulder to his waist, giving him no time to scream. He fell in two thumps on the already blood soaked grass. Piedmon smiled in accordance. "Mi.o..i." Itami uttered and lifted his trembling hand to her. The scarred face remained silent and empty. In response the dark figure silenced him forever. The giant blade made its way through his head in half, leaving the brain and other innards exposed. She slammed her heal down on his chest, destroying his crest. A puff of black smoke fizzled out of it.
"How does it feel to be on the receiving end?" She coldly asked his lifeless body.
"Lady Scythemon." Piedmon used his most chivalrous voice while kneeling on one knee and taking her hand to kiss it.
"Piedmon." She responded simply. "This place bore's me." As if responding to her wish, the Crest of Loneliness created the pillar to the Digital World. Slowly, the two made their way home until one voice made her stop in her tracks.
"Midori!" She didn't bother to turn for she knew who it was. Yamato stared at the figure before him. Beside him, the digivolved Gabumon stood with sad eyes. Both held their mouths from throwing up. The bodies that covered the ground didn't mix too well with their stomachs. Slowly, the dark female turned to meet his blue eyes. The blood dripped on rhythm from the scythe. All Yamato saw was the single tear released from her red eye. "I'm sorry..." was all he said.
"Matt!!" Yamato turned to see Taichi and Koushiro run towards them with their Rookie digimon. "Matt, get away from there!!"
He didn't listen and turned to see the two figures disappearing in the light and faded. Yamato stood there, motionless.
"Midori...MIDORI~!!" The Crest of Friendship, in sync with the digivice summoned another pillar of radiant blue. Yamato slowly walked with Gabumon.
"Matt!" Taichi grabbed him before the blonde could reach the gateway, "What do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm going after her..."
"You can't!! Look what she's done!" He pointed to the massacre in the park, "She'll kill you!"
"He's right Matt." Koushiro took hold of Yamato's other arm. "It's best if we re-group and..."
"SHUT UP! I abandoned her! I let her down..." His eyes clouded with mists of water forming, "I failed her... No matter what anyone says, I am going."
The two boys released his arms and hung their heads. "Izzy," Taichi turned to the small boy, "You're in charge here. Stop the DeviDramon before they ruin the whole city."
Koushiro was stunned, "But, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going with Matt. With Piedmon around, two Megas are better than one." Taichi saw he was about to question his orders but hushed him before he could, "Just do it Izzy! There is no time to argue! The others need you...please..."
Koushiro reluctantly nodded, and ran to the battlegrounds. What have I done?...
"Are you ready?" Taichi asked.
"No..." Yamato truthfully answered, and both drowned themselves in the light and faded.
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Sorry for taking so long. School preparations and all...Speaking of school, I won't be able to write as often as I'd love to, so it's going to take some while for me to finish each chapter. I will finish this story though. Writing fics has become very therapeutic for me. It was supposed to have more blood but my crankiness started to fade near the end. To all those people who supported my fic, THANKS AGAIN! I was really surprised that people really like it. And reviews are always welcome, no matter how small. I was thinking of making a sequel to this story. Anyone interested? The Digimon Kaiser (Emperor) is becoming a fast favourite of mine so I was thinking doing one set in the 02 season. What do you think? Yama-chan will probably be the main character but it's not set in stone. Once again thanks and I'll try to write as often as I can. ^_~
Author's Note: Blood and guts alert people!! Considering I'm in a bad mood right now, it'll probably turn into a slash-fest.
The chapter title is connected to ch. 6's. Of course, who really cares about that right?
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"Crests of Destiny"
By Cloud Ishida
~Chapter 7- ...and Betrayal~
"All right Izzy, I'll come right over." Taichi hanged up the phone and call for his sister to join him in the meeting. "Izzy said you could come too...if you want."
Asato considered the offer, "Will Midori be there?"
Taichi shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Matt's coming though."
"Well what are we waiting for?" Asato marched out of the door with Wingmon resting on his shoulder.
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"I don't see why Izzy won't let you come with us." Yamato and Tsunomon, de-evolved for carrying convenience, arrived to Koushiro's apartment. "If you need anything, we'll be at the fifth floor, number 542."
"Don't worry about me. I need some fresh air anyway." Midori waved the two good-byes and headed for the park.
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"Where's Midori?" was the first thing Asato blurted out when Yamato came in.
"Good we're all here." Koushiro didn't let Yamato answer. "First off, you all remember what I've told you about Gennai's daughter." Everyone but Asato slowly nodded his or her heads. "Now, look at this." He passed the picture he printed out last night around the group.
Asato was the last to glimpse the image and instantly recognized the image, "...where did you get this?..."
"I'm assuming you know who it is." he coolly acknowledged. "This image is of Scythemon, or should I say...Midori."
"What?!" Yamato was stunned by the new revelation. "Are you joking?!"
"I knew it! This was a trap to lure us here!" Asato exclaimed, calling on his digimon. "How could you know about her?"
"So you do admit Midori's alter ego." Koushiro sneered at the flaring green eyes. "She is the one who killed Gennai's daughter!"
"She killed to save me! Leomon, Centarumon, Pixiemon, Andromon, Parrotmon...they tried to kill us just because we were called the Darkdestined! Those bastards judged us before we even knew what the Digiworld was..." Asato clenched his fists, and narrowed his green eyes at the Digidestined. "If this is how you will play the game, then I'll play along." Wingmon perched on his arm and the children and digimon parted to let the boy through to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Taichi called out and was about to tackle him down when Yamato stopped him.
"Let him go. He hasn't done anything...yet." The blonde turned his attention to Koushiro, "She isn't evil."
"And what does this have to do with anything right now?" Mimi complained, as usual.
"Apparently," the boy genius prepared his speech, "there were actually two sightings of her and at those times, Midori was not present. Both times were when the Darkdestined were losing, badly. And both times ended with someone dying."
Jyou looked up from his textbook reading, "So there's a potential? Is that what you are saying?"
"Exactly. Gennai doesn't exactly know how it happens, but she is dangerous. I think we should take her out, one way or another."
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It was a sunny morning at the park, sunlight scattering through the trees. Midori walked with a sense of calm. Perhaps she has finally found the friend that understood her...or will understand her.
But a child's scream terminated the calmness. Unknowingly, she ran over to the origin of the continuing scream. Other witnesses stared on to the ground. There in the middle of four trees was a woman's body, what ever was left of it anyway. Midori froze by the image. It looked all too familiar. "Well, it's about time you showed up." The all too familiar voice echoed from the back. She slowly turned to face her former Darkdestined companion and her heart skipped a beat. "Surprised to see me?"
"Itami?..." she didn't move after seeing him.
"I don't know why Piedmon won't let me hack through you all, but he isn't here to protect you now." He raised his sword as the sun reflected its sharpness to the world and charged at the frozen girl.
"Sonic Yell!" A wave of ultra-high pitched shriek sent Itami backward to one of the four trees while Midori was knocked to her side. "Midori! Asato's searching for you!"
"Where is he Wingmon?!" She ran up to the black bat, glad to see a familiar face.
"We split up to find you. Hurry, run before he's conscious!"
"Too late!" A knife flew for Wingmon. He was slow to react to it but Midori was not. Wrapping her arms around the bat, she felt her stomach being pierced, blood rushing in to new territory. She grabbed the knife and pulled it out despite the pain.
"Midori!" Wingmon screamed another Sonic Yell but this time, Itami had time to block it with Piedmon's sword. While the two battled, Midori slowly stood, and withstanding the pain, she headed to Koushiro's to warn her friends.
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The door was left unlock, and she enter the hallway in silence. Blood dripped from her wound, feeling her life fading away. "She killed Gennai's daughter!" Midori stopped at the edge of the wall that divided the hallway and living room. "We can't let her get away with that!" It sounded like Koushiro but his anger had mutated his voice into a monster's.
"Izzy, don't let anger get to you. Revenge is not the answer, so is killing." This time, it was Jyou.
"Well, if what you say is true, maybe we should keep an eye on her." Sora suggested.
"You can't just lock Midori away!" Yamato yelled at his peers. Midori was surprised by Yamato's reaction, and shocked the meeting was about her.
"I'm being logical here Matt. We don't know what triggers her to become Scythemon." Midori was caught off guard by the name, Where did I hear that name?... Koushiro continued, "What if she turned into that Virus and killed T.K.?" Takeru tightened his grip around Yamato's leg, and his older brother responded with a grimace. "And you said yourself Matt that Piedmon wants her alive. That should say it all."
"And she did seem kinda out of it when the Darkdestined were killed." Taichi mentioned. "But, seeing your friends die would do that to you I would think."
"But there is no doubt that she should be restrained. She could turn into her at anytime. Her potential to kill is too great." The others slowly agreed with the little boy, and Koushiro turned to the blonde boy, lost in his thoughts, "Matt, you've got to convince her to let us restrain her or something. Either way, we have to deal with her."
Taichi caught a glimpse of sadness in Yamato's eyes, He doesn't want to hear this...
What should I do?... The evidence was too great to dismiss; yet he didn't want to hurt Midori. Yamato thought of when that Scythemon would come to life. Did he really want people to suffer because of her? "...alright." He couldn't believe he said it. His feelings tore him apart. He wanted to protect her, but how could he protect a killer?
Midori crest glowed ever so slightly.
"What you've said does make sense..." With every word that left his lips, her crest grew brighter. Midori clenched it to avoid being detected. "Too many have died already..." As the crest grew brighter, her pain in her stomach diminished. "She is dangerous." Her lips curled to a smile, tears dropped to the floor. "We have to stop her." Her abdominal wound was gone, the crest at its height of illumination. She took off her stone pendent, the blood staining its string.
Silently smiling, and with stealth she left the apartment.
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"That idiot..." Piedmon sneered at the screen. How dare you hurt her?! But Itami's style did work. Midori was ready for the conversion and it was time that Piedmon pick up his prize. He snapped his fingers and a group of virus-type digimon appeared behind him.
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"Crimson Lightning!" The bloody stream of light clashed with the sword. Asato arrived to help him digivolve but amazingly, Itami held his own against an Ultimate digimon. "You're really starting to annoy me..." Myotismon snarled.
"Where us she?!" Asato tackled the silver boy, making him lose his grip on the sword and pinning him to the ground.
"If I knew then I would have her head with me!" Itami shoved him to the side, with an elbow jab to the maroon coloured cheek. "Don't you worry; she wouldn't have gotten for with that wound." He cackled out loud to himself, a sound made only by a pure evil.
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She tore her entire sketchbook to pieces, and removed any evidence that she was there at all. In her hand, she held the drawing of her and Yamato. The frame bought yesterday was no where in sight. Neatly and efficiently, she ripped the sketch in two, then fours, and eighths and so on until she couldn't rip anymore. All the slashed papers landed in the garbage can, and with the match that Mr. Ishida had left behind, burned away her drawings.
From the corner of her eye, the photograph-framed mirror reflected her image. She walked up to it, still keeping her smile, still crying from the betrayal. Crying... "Why am I crying...Why do I have to be so damn weak?!" Her smile faded to clenched teeth and fists filling with rage. "What am I crying for?!..." Her crest illuminated the entire room and let her fist destroy the image she hated the most.
Her hand was glazed in blood with glass puncturing at every corner. The mirror broke into a million pieces reflecting different images of the scar-faced girl. The Crest of Loneliness was alive, and as its life grew stronger, her bleeding stopped.
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"What in the world?..." Jyou found the hallway smeared with blood.
Takeru noticed something on the floor, stained with more blood. "Hey Izzy, is this yours?"
Yamato looked down and gasped when he knew what it was. He knelt down slowly, carefully lifting the stone pendent. "Oh my god...she was here..."
"Who was?" Taichi asked, concerned. Yamato wrapped his hands around the pendent, letting the blood stain them. "You don't mean..."
"I gotta find her..." Yamato made a mad dash for the door, with Tsunomon bouncing behind.
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The trees crumbled from the rain of bats. Myotismon was finally able to restrain Itami with his Grisly Wing attack and let him hover in the air. "So, what shall we do with him?"
Asato wiped the blood trickling down his chin and steadied the heavy sword, "How about we cut him down to size?" That was when swords appeared out of thin air. With little time to react, the swords found their target. Two swords pierced through the haze of bats drinking blood from Itami, and the third cleanly sliced through Asato's wrist. The sword and hand fell flatly on the grass. "YAAAAHHH~!!!" Asato screamed from the excruciating pain. Myotismon wrapped his cape around his human, embracing him in an attempt to ease the pain.
"That is what you get for stealing my property Asato." Piedmon floated down with his digimon minions. "All of you, keep the Digidestined busy." An army of DeviDramon, flew in all directions, unleashing their fury upon the city. "Now, tell me where Midori is or I'll have to match the one arm with the other."
"Piedmon!" All looked at the figure, illuminated by the light of the pendent. Midori's eyes were ice cold, fists shaking in anger.
The stage is set... Piedmon licked his lips in anticipation of the final act. "So good of you to join us. Our Goddess of Death has finally arrived." Midori kept her cold trance. Piedmon made his way towards her, and she continued to walk on.
"Mi..Midori...go...run! Get out of here!" Asato got no response from her. She acted as if the world was closed out from her. "Myotismon...go protect her..."
"I can't leave you like this!" Myotismon protested.
"Go! NOW!! If she dies then..." Asato trailed off. Myotismon didn't want to leave him, but he had to do what he was told. Letting his partner go, he flew between Midori and Piedmon.
"You really think an Ultimate can defeat a Mega?" Piedmon sneered.
"Who said I'm an Ultimate?" With that, Myotismon glowed in sync with Asato's digivice, "MYOTISMON, WARP DIGIVOLVE TO... VENOM MYOTISMON!" He grew to gigantic proportions and swatted away the DeviDramon like flies.
Midori snapped out of her trance with the flash of the digivolution. "Asato?!" She ran over to her fallen comrade, "Oh my god! Asato, you'll be alright...I'll make it alright..." She held his other hand and wrapped the other around his body.
"Midori..." His smile warmed her cold exterior.
"This reunion is over!" Out of no where Itami raised one of Piedmon's swords and jumped down on the dazed couple. The sword sheathed through his heart, the Crest of Hate shattering to dust. The scream of VenomMyotismon shook the ground and disappeared to data. Itami stepped away in triumph.
"ASATO!!!" Midori screamed to his face. He coughed up the warm blood and choked on the warm liquid.
"Mi...dor...i.....Thank you...." She urged him to save his breath, but his lips kept moving, "You...were the only one...who liked me...despite my appearance....**ugh**" Blood splattered with every word. "You...were...my friend..." With that word, Midori's crest lost its glow. Her stomach started to hurt and her hand that was full of glass bled once more. "Be my...first kiss....my...love....."
Midori's eyes widened by his words, tears dropping and mixing with his blood. She slowly bent down, letting her lips touch his blood-drenched lips, and kissed. A simple kiss conveying so much with such a small action. He let his green eyes close, his hand lost its grip in her hand. She looked down at his limp body, her expression void.
Despair has shrouded her very soul.
Fear of being alone struck her heart.
Doubts about herself petrified her.
Deceit from Itami devoured her into anger.
Ignorance of Asato's love has brought her emptyness.
Hate for this world turned her to stone.
Loneliness is all she felt.
Another pillar of light, unlike the teleportation columns, emerged from the Crest of Loneliness and consumed Midori. As the crest grew brighter, her hand and stomach healed once again.
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Yamato entered his room, fearing to see Midori in tears. But all he got was...nothing. The room was spotless and the only evidence of the girl that stayed with him was the smell of smoke and a broken mirror. He walked towards the source of the smell to his garbage can. Burnt paper were covered with glasses from the mirror were soaked in water. One piece of shredded paper avoided its death by the fire. He picked it up and saw part of his portrait, slightly singed. Recognizing the source, he reached for the picture frame only to find it wasn't there anymore. On his desk, money was left behind. It seemed like the same amount as the missing picture frame. Beside it, the sketchbook she had given her... He opened it to see all her drawings were ripped out. Anything that reminded him of her was deleted from his room.
Yamato threw the book to the ground. What have I done?... Tsunomon nuzzled at his leg.
Outside, the sky started to become bright. Then, the building started to shake, as if it was an earthquake. He ran to his window to see streaks of red light destroying the city. Up above, DeviDramon attacked relentlessly a few moments Garudamon and two Angels unleashed their attacks on the dark dragons. But the source of the light that illuminated the sky was blue, and came from the middle of the park. Without thinking, he sprinted for the park.
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The light continued its flow to the sky. Itami stared in bewilderment while Piedmon laughed in jubilation.
A black hand pierced through the skin of the beam, laced in leather. The radiance of the blue illumination started to fade in to a strip of light. What stood in its place was not bright or cheerful. Black hair flowed with the last of the rays of light. The entire body was wrapped in black and dark navy-blue leather and silk. The only skin that showed through was the face with the scar on one cheek and another over the red eye. In one gloved hand, a giant silver scythe glistened in red from the destruction raining from the DeviDramon. The curved blade was half the size of the staff that supported it, and the staff was almost double the size of its master. The Crest of Loneliness kept an ever-present glow.
"NO!! That power is MINE!" Itami shouted in rage.
"How could you say that when it was never yours to begin with?" Piedmon calmly proclaimed. With a snap of his fingers, all his four swords returned to him. "You've outlived your usefulness."
"What are you talking about?! I am the only one that should wield that power!" Itami ran after him, but the war cry of death stopped him in his tracks.
Her shriek could be heard through the whole park as she sliced through Itami's shoulder to his waist, giving him no time to scream. He fell in two thumps on the already blood soaked grass. Piedmon smiled in accordance. "Mi.o..i." Itami uttered and lifted his trembling hand to her. The scarred face remained silent and empty. In response the dark figure silenced him forever. The giant blade made its way through his head in half, leaving the brain and other innards exposed. She slammed her heal down on his chest, destroying his crest. A puff of black smoke fizzled out of it.
"How does it feel to be on the receiving end?" She coldly asked his lifeless body.
"Lady Scythemon." Piedmon used his most chivalrous voice while kneeling on one knee and taking her hand to kiss it.
"Piedmon." She responded simply. "This place bore's me." As if responding to her wish, the Crest of Loneliness created the pillar to the Digital World. Slowly, the two made their way home until one voice made her stop in her tracks.
"Midori!" She didn't bother to turn for she knew who it was. Yamato stared at the figure before him. Beside him, the digivolved Gabumon stood with sad eyes. Both held their mouths from throwing up. The bodies that covered the ground didn't mix too well with their stomachs. Slowly, the dark female turned to meet his blue eyes. The blood dripped on rhythm from the scythe. All Yamato saw was the single tear released from her red eye. "I'm sorry..." was all he said.
"Matt!!" Yamato turned to see Taichi and Koushiro run towards them with their Rookie digimon. "Matt, get away from there!!"
He didn't listen and turned to see the two figures disappearing in the light and faded. Yamato stood there, motionless.
"Midori...MIDORI~!!" The Crest of Friendship, in sync with the digivice summoned another pillar of radiant blue. Yamato slowly walked with Gabumon.
"Matt!" Taichi grabbed him before the blonde could reach the gateway, "What do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm going after her..."
"You can't!! Look what she's done!" He pointed to the massacre in the park, "She'll kill you!"
"He's right Matt." Koushiro took hold of Yamato's other arm. "It's best if we re-group and..."
"SHUT UP! I abandoned her! I let her down..." His eyes clouded with mists of water forming, "I failed her... No matter what anyone says, I am going."
The two boys released his arms and hung their heads. "Izzy," Taichi turned to the small boy, "You're in charge here. Stop the DeviDramon before they ruin the whole city."
Koushiro was stunned, "But, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going with Matt. With Piedmon around, two Megas are better than one." Taichi saw he was about to question his orders but hushed him before he could, "Just do it Izzy! There is no time to argue! The others need you...please..."
Koushiro reluctantly nodded, and ran to the battlegrounds. What have I done?...
"Are you ready?" Taichi asked.
"No..." Yamato truthfully answered, and both drowned themselves in the light and faded.
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Sorry for taking so long. School preparations and all...Speaking of school, I won't be able to write as often as I'd love to, so it's going to take some while for me to finish each chapter. I will finish this story though. Writing fics has become very therapeutic for me. It was supposed to have more blood but my crankiness started to fade near the end. To all those people who supported my fic, THANKS AGAIN! I was really surprised that people really like it. And reviews are always welcome, no matter how small. I was thinking of making a sequel to this story. Anyone interested? The Digimon Kaiser (Emperor) is becoming a fast favourite of mine so I was thinking doing one set in the 02 season. What do you think? Yama-chan will probably be the main character but it's not set in stone. Once again thanks and I'll try to write as often as I can. ^_~