Ok, this is ANOTHER revision. The first copy I did deleted on me. Anyone ELSE want to be a Daisuke enemy, or the villain for this fic? This is only for Dai Haters/Bashers. I KNOW how much you want to torture him, so, the first 15 who review with their entry, or emails me first or has the best description gets to be our villain! (Well, it is going to be a villainous duo.) That does NOT include you Geneviéve. ^_^ Anyways, I got into a fight, and I had a glimpse of SOMETHING anime related before I ACCIDENTALLY hit the girl. (Reminds me of what Dai did.) Ok, I am ranting aren't I? Well, go onto the FICCIE peoples! ^_^ AAN- I'm going to put all chapter titles in Japanese. Unless I'm tired, then I would do something else. AEAN- all the definitions are going to be at the end of the chapter.
Chapter III - Omoigakenai nyusu
It was pitch black. All pitch black. Not even a breath stirred in a fifty-mile radius. I was standing there alone in the paleness of my own light. Echoes of voices and pure eeriness trailed down my spine in a slithery mist.
A fair popped out from oblivion as it devilishly blew a kiss to me. It disintegrated into the background as the scenery changed. It was an abandoned beach with clear waters and pearl white sands.
Though wrapped in a serenading blanket, Hikari and Takeru were in a lock of love, filled with momentary passion and igniting existence, but it was considered as 'Making Out'. While putting my hand on T.K's shoulder to get his attention, my hand just went through.
Though I was not fazed by this, but it seemed to me as nonexistent. I felt more transparent than I ever had in my life. I knew this was a fantasy world, or better yet a parallel universe, but it didn't faze me much. Then, something snapped out of me.
'If this is what one of the other universes are like, am I wanted? Am I needed? Am I just an excuse for a better living? Do even the others care? Do I even exist? Maybe this is where I rested and died and I'm stuck between worlds were nothing exists and were the unknown go. My younger sister used to have visions and telepathic conversations with people on the other side of Japan. She told me her best friend was there. She also told me there had been several timelines without me in them. I recalled that her friend has time traveled.'
A glimpse flittered through my eyes in half a millisecond. It vanished soon as I caught it. 'That was a vision. A pure vision. Am I a visionary? But that vision, it's so familiar yet, unknowing. Unwelcoming is the word. I feel transparent to the world around me except for the "group". I worshipped Tai for two reasons. 1) He had a better life. Some people even said he had a secret that he only shared with his friends and his sister. I know what it is now, that he's a digi-destined and all. But the most important thing is that he kept trying and he fit just perfect. 2) He's just someone. Someone to depend on, and to have a few conversations with. If I act like him, it keeps around my face like a mask. No one ever suspected until now.'
I felt my whole body become transparent as my tears lavishly fell onto the ground without depth. I could just listen to the pitter-pattering of my tears. Those solemn tears of yesterday. I raised my had to the enlarged image as I was detracting away, drifting off somewhere. It was amazing how the imagery changed into a picture of Miyako and Ken. Ken was holding Miyako with a joyous smile. Miyako had a daring look on her face as though she was ready to pounce onto Ken. Both of them were aged a bit older.
It changed again with a picture of a younger version of Jun holding a five-year-old. This child was frail, and had a darker burgundy hair color, plus it was naturally a tinge more violet. Jun carried it onto a cerulean float which only seemed to fit the young child. Jun, in knee-high waters, pushed the float till it soon rocked its way to the center of the sea, waving good-bye with an evil look. It gave a close-up on the child then disappeared from the horizon. I immediately collapsed onto my knees as the memory flooded through my conscious.
Tears took its toll as everything blurred around me, all the haunting images of her floating throughout my head. Her. She was the kid I was to raise as a sibling. The one who cared about everything and seemed even older than me. It even compares to Kari's tale of when she was the ninth digi-destined. My imoto-chan was 5 when she mysteriously disappeared and claimed dead. She talked as though she was thirteen, or fifteen. It was not fair. Life is just not fair.
I felt myself pull away from this place, this horrid place. It disappeared from my mind. I woke beside my tear soaked pillow. The moon seemed frightening whenever I look at it. It was casting a periwinkle hue as the shadows turned into ghoulish-demonic beings. Well, it looked like it. The moon was glistering on my limp figure as I magically restored.
I felt something unfolding and growing from the stretching tear coming from my back. I felt no liquid or anything solid. The pain seemed to unravel in to pain as I tightened my grip on my pillow. Suddenly, it halted in a stop. The relief of all that pain, it felt so good. But something added weight onto me. I lurched back to see something that I've never seen with my own eyes before. Something quite exquisite and amazingly astonishing. (scroll down.)
Pure holy light wings were ignited into view. They gave off an alluring golden aura, as enticing mist surrounded the lighted areas. As if by instinct, they folded back and disappeared. The glittery, incensed smell disappeared too.
Tears suddenly sifted through the unwavering gates of hell. Something didn't feel right. Something didn't… A burst of light exploded in front of his face and images were floating throughout his soul. Someone or something was reaching down deep.
The images were of my life, and things I never knew existed. There was this one particular image that caught my eye. I was holding up some type of weapon, a spear, scepter, or a bow and arrow. I was defending this group of strong angels. Frightened angels. There was this huge, demonic, creature over powering them. Other images floated after, and I swear I saw my younger sister smiling and waving to me, my age. I blinked them away.
Hesitantly, I fell asleep and came into a dreamless-like setting. No stirring, nothing. The tiny pixie popped its head out of the darkness, and scurried along to find me. As it saw me, it stopped itself and was levitating above the ground holding a golden orb.
I gasped as I stared directly into their eyes. They were just like Kari's auburn ones. With an outburst, the pixie transformed into Kari. Slowly, it craned their head and blew on top of the orb as if it were blowing dust off an old album book. Rows of golden dust filled the air and piled up like cumulus clouds.
Kari, now, was no where in sight just like the first fairy. Now where it occupied its place was a fairy, who still looked like Kari. Must have had evolved or something. The landscape behind it was constantly changing, stopping every once and awhile. But this image that was there on the screen stopped moving completely as it drawn me inside it.
All of them were lying on the ground helpless or dead and I was the only one standing, excluding for Ken, Yamato, and Tai. Hastily, I dashed to Kari's side. I took one last glimpse at her and bent down. I knew I didn't make it in time. I took out two fingers for the pulse checking technique and pressed at the side of her neck.
Thump. Thump.
It suddenly stopped moving and went flat. I knew it was too late. Takeru was the same, but before he left, he said to me, "It's up to you…" Miyako, was a relief to me. She still had a functioning pulse. But it was so faint I couldn't nearly feel it. So far, Tai, Ken, and Yamato were the only ones not on the ground helpless or unconscious.
I walked over to Iori/Cody and felt him. His heart rate was really good, but all I could tell is that he was in a coma. Mimi, I feel sorry for her, she was dead. She was a pretty nice person too. Sora was either unconscious or in a coma, I wasn't sure. Izzy, the other smart maniac, was dead too. He was a nice guy once you get to know him. Joe, poor Joe, was dead also. He was such a good person. He is too reliable sometimes.
Finally, one by one, they fell with unleashing blood going down their chests. Ken got a surprise attack, and got stabbed through his stomach with a long, katana blade. Ken's raging pulse urged to stay alive, and get moving. But, he couldn't stay long and he told me, "Take care of her…" and he fell limp in my arms while his skin was dramatically paling. A major cut resided on his left eye leaving a permanent scar, a huge slash at the throat, and a giant hole where he got stabbed at.
While on the other hand, Tai and Matt were still fighting hard and tried to keep on with their breaths and they gave in. They had nothing in them. Yamato died first. He had a dislocated jaw, and dried blood left a trail on his chin. He also lost both of his legs, (don't kill me!) and fractured his shoulder blades.
For Tai, if it weren't for the sparks of hope igniting in his voice, he seemed extremely weary. "Daisuke, go. Save yourself, your our only hope now…"
'Hope? When since had I been hope?'
His spinal cord finally snapped with a loud, sickening crack. Snap, crackle, pop. A gash on his chest was pumping out his last ounce of blood as it trailed down lower and lower… He also lost his left arm and had a huge scar where his right eye should've been.
Startled with fear, I took my fist and pounded the earthy soil under me. It sifted and flew out from the bottom of my fist. Tears instantly flew as the thunder roared its repetitive cry as the rain poured as hard twelve days ago.
Inside, I felt a pull being twisted and replaced as the angels took more self-pity onto me as the rain poured harder and harsher onto the dirt and concrete mixture.
The vast amounts of blood have turned into puddles of pinkish rose while the bodies were rid of the sinister blood. Their bodies levitated higher towards the sky, exceeding my limits. I neither didn't have my D-3 or V-Mon/Veemon with me. I tried jumping the highest I could, three feet, but no use.
I screamed out my lungs, "NO!! NO!!" I crouched down wrapping my arms around my knees. Sobs were the only thing that filled the air for that moment. "Why, why?!"
I felt myself slip back into reality as I heard Takeru's voice saying, "Daisuke? Daisuke?" over and over. He was shaking me from my shoulders and I still carried on my scream from one of my dreams.
As my eyes snapped open, I stopped. His act halted also. He begun shooting off questions into my face with concern written all over, "Are you alright? What happened?" I started shaking my head violently as I never did want to recall the events that occurred earlier. I grabbed onto the sides of my pillow and buried my face into it. My cries and sobbed were mutely muffled, though it still seemed loud. I've never been so vulnerable in my whole damn life. Here I am tearing my walls down just because of Take-Chan.
He started rubbing my back with his right hand in a comforting motion. Soon, whenever my heart beats, he would move his hand. We were in rhythm and synchronized. At first, I refused to let him touch me, but my defenses were also down. My will let him anyway.
He whispered lightly, and softly in my ear, "Just let it all out Daisuke. Just let it all out…" A few minutes afterwards I stopped crying, but I had a sniffling fit and started rocking myself. Then, Takeru finally stopped. His hand did not remove from my back, but rested there.
I felt a prang of pain. The painful sensation of my wings growing out ached my back to the very core. I once I again turned around to see the extravagant marvel I always knew… Takeru on the other hand wasn't very comfortable. His eyes were widened with confusion , amusement, and fear and took a step behind me. They started folding back instinctively and disappeared once again.
As I passed out, an eerie voice in my head told me,
"You wouldn't be so lucky next time protector… You won't because, omae o korosu…"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hi!! Ok, you're here for the cute villain annoucement right? Or do WANT to be one? Well, you have to have your name, description, a basic profile, your age, personality (character-wise), and how you view Davis/Dai-Chan. Just send them to me, at A-chan@talkcity.com, or attach it with your review. Most of the events happened here have already happened to me and are based on real life expirences such as the arm slapping in chapter 1 where Dai-Chan didn't want any help. It seems to me I remind myself of Dai-Chan and all except I'm smarter and don't have an ego inflation for my mask.
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