"Resurrection II"
Part Two
(c) September 2000, Ryan Berke
http://www.geocities.com/RyanBerke/
Beta Read by: Thinker, the original creator of the "Resurrection" storyline. Thanks again for giving me permission to do this.
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any of the Digimon characters (heck, I refuse to claim even the ones I made up! Feel free to steal them!) They are all property of FoxKids, Toei, and Bandai. I haven't recieved any permission ahead of time, but then this wouldn't be a Fanfic, would it? Likewise, I do not own the "Resurrection" storyline by FFN's Thinker, but he has graciously allowed me permission to continue the epic.))
((ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This story is not Copywritten, as implied by the heading. (c) stands for "completed," allowing me to know when I wrote it.))
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The girl sat at a table, alone, yet not alone. She was reserved, to say the least. People didn't interest her; she wasn't even here by choice. She'd just as soon stay home.
Her name was Yami. Darkness. The void left in her father's heart when her mother died. Giving birth to her.
Her dad tried hard, she had to give him that. He had a fairly good job at a local hotel, and managed to support the two of them rather nicely. But it hurt, knowing that'd she'd replaced something special to him, but wasn't enough to replace it entirely.
She felt as if there were a great weight on her shoulders
After waiting 15 minutes with no sign of cousin Taichi, the family decided to eat without him. He was a big boy; he'd be home soon. And it wasn't like he was still hurt. Cousin Hikari said grace, and the family began to eat. Moments later, Taichi burst through the door.
"Sorry I'm late! I was playing soccer with Davis."
Hikari's ears perked up. "Davis who?"
"I dunno." Taichi admitted, "But he said he knew you."
And so on. In her own little world, Yami knew she'd never fit in. In a world so strange. In a world where even from birth, she had so much to live up to. If only she could prove what she was worth; then she'd show them.
Yeah, right. She cracked a smile, and continued the rigorous chore of family gathering.
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Jeez, who's idea was this? Gazimon still wasn't sure where his entry point was, but he knew it was better than Odaiba High's locker room. God, the smell...
Then again, he supposed the other's wouldn't smell all too good either. It wasn't a virus flunky's main concern in life. Especially when they're being resurrected directly from the state they were in when the Digidestined killed them.
A large bulge in locker 602 told him the first had arrived. When the door broke, falling off its hinges and to the floor with a loud *CLANG*, he knew the other was there too.
"Huh?" the second one asked, "What Happened?"
"There isn't time." Gazimon informed. "You," he told the first, "Are a Veggiemon. You died when Matt and WereGarurumon visited your diner. And you," the second one, "Are a Bakemon. You met your demised when Joe and Sora crashed your Holiday Celebration."
"So," Veggiemon asked, "What are we doing here?"
"Our new boss resurrected us to help him kill the digidestined."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Why should I?" Gazimon replied, "They don't have their digimon. We almost beat them once before, but they beat us back. Now, we're going to take them on again, but we'll have a trump card no evil digimon has had before. A Digivice."
"You're kidding, right?" Vegiemon repeated.
"Not at all. I'm our techie. I've got plans drawn up for the digivice, based on data taken directly from Izzy's computer. But to put it together, I'll need components. That's where you come in; you've got a good business sense, so I'll have you be in charge of inventory."
"And the Bakemon?"
"Reconnaisance."
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Bakemon floated across the city-scape, rooftop to rooftop, keeping a lookout. A very discontented lookout. Yeah, he was happy to be alive again, but what kind of a job was Recon anyways?
He caught sight of two of the digidestined. He didn't know the boy, but the girl was there when Lord Bakemon died. Boy, would she be in for it...
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"Why not?" Taichi demanded angrilly, as Sora brushed him aside and walked past.
"'Cause I've got a Tennis Lesson to go to."
"Since when have you played tennis?"
"Since now."
"Aww, c'mon! We were gonna play Soccer! Now the teams'll be uneven."
"So?" she replied, "Get Matt."
"He's practicing guitar. He thinks he's gonna be a big rock star some day."
"Izzy?"
"Computer stuff."
"Davis?"
"Davis?" Tai echoed. "Why him?"
"Why not?"
"He's a little kid!"
"So're T.K. and Kari."
"Yeah, but that's different."
"How so?"
"Well..." Tai fumbled, unable to express his reasoning, "Look, Sora. Why can't you just come instead?"
"I told you, I've got a tennis lesson."
"Yeah, I heard you."
"Well, you don't seem to be listening much, are you."
"I would if there was anything worth listening to!"
"Oh yeah? What would be worth it? Me agreeing to play?"
"Now that you mention it...YES."
"Sorry, Tai, but the world _does not_ revolve around you."
"Fine, then. GO to your stupid lesson."
"Alright, I will."
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
"Who needs her..." Tai grumbled, kicking a soda can on the sidewalk. "I'll just go get Davis..."
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Uh oh...they're splitting up.
Bakemon was torn. Who to follow? The annoying, big-haired leader, or Lord Bakemon's executioner.
No contest.
He floated along, tailing Sora from a distance, as she walked off to the tennis courts.
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"What?" Davis asked, surprised. Or maybe amazed. Thrilled. Or somewhere in between. "You want _me_ to play soccer with you? Again?"
"Sure." Tai grinned, "The teams won't be even without you."
"Are we talking the same people as yesterday?"
"T.K., yes. But Matt's got a Guitar Lesson, Sora a--" he coughed, deliberately "Tennis Lesson, and Izzy's reprogramming his computer."
"That's three." Davis counted, "Who's the fourth?"
"No one, if you don't hurry up!"
"Alright, I'm coming." He bent over to tie his shoes. "Jun! I'm playing soccer with Tai again. Be back later!"
"Alright!" an older, female voice called through a muffled door. If Tai had stopped to think, he would've asked. But he was hung up over Sora's "turning traitor."
"Well, then." Tai mused, "Let's go."
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Great! Davis thought, as soon as he and Tai reached the field. Kari's here!
"Okay," Tai announced. "How 'bout a game of 2-on-2?"
"I get to be on Kari's team!" Davis blurted. He blushed a deep crimson.
"T.K., is that alright with you?" Tai asked.
"I don't see why not." T.K. said, "As long as Kari doesn't mind."
"It's okay." Kari agreed, "I'm sure Davis is pretty good at Soccer."
"Is he!" Tai exclaimed. "He's almost as good as me!"
"Well, then." T.K. said, "Let's go."
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"GAZIMON!!!"Gazimon hadn't known before what a plant sounded like when it was angry. Heck, he hadn't known plants _could_ be angry. But if Veggiemon was any indication, he was glad he wouldn't have to find out.
Except now, of course.
He winced, "What is it?"
"These parts you asked for!" Veggiemon ranted, "Do you have any idea what they'll cost me?"
"So?" Gazimon asked, "Steal them."
"I'm sure the miniature bunnymantis got you a hotel room. And it did let the hotel clerk let us borrow his garage." Veggiemon reasoned, "But no way is it gonna let us blend in like common thieves would."
Gazimon sighed, disturbed. Jeez, what an amateur! "Break in after the store closes."
"And have the authorities hounding us? No way!"
"Look, I'm sure you make a great businessman. And probably an even better slave driver. But the one thing you don't know how to do is steal."
"That's right." Veggiemon agreed, "I don't. So either you can get them yourself, or you can ask for parts I can get legitimately."
"Fine, I'll go." Gazimon surrendered. Then, grinning, he asked, "But how do you think the boss will react when he hears how little you were willing to help?"
"The boss?"
"Yeah. The boss." Gazimon repeated, emphasizing it. Then, sarcastically, "I'm sure someone who can resurrect Digimon from the dead--and in my case, twice--couldn't be too dangerous. And hey, he's evil, so it's not like he'd hold a grudge or anything."
Veggiemon gulped. "All right, you win. I'll go get the parts."
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"Well, that was a good lesson." Sora thought, aloud. "Almost surprising what you can learn in two hours."
She walked on the sidewalk, back uptown where her apartment was. She was even accross the street from the park. Maybe she'd stop by and apologise to Tai.
"Fine then, GO to your stupid lesson!"
Or not.
She shifted her right arm, racquet in hand, allowing the heck of the handle to rest on her shoulder. Honestly, sometimes that boy made her so angry.
But then, whenever she was mad at him, she'd think about one of the nice moments. Like back at the hospital. When he said he trusted her.
He was drugged up at the time, but it was the thought that counted.
She chuckled, remembering. "Matt, could you tell that cat over there that her violin playing is starting to annoy me?" She said aloud, echoing his words.
"I don't know about any cats," came an unexpected reply, "But I can fix things so you won't hear anything ever again."
"Bakemon!" she gasped, "But you're..."
"Dead?" her taunted, "'Fraid not. At least, no more than usual." He chuckled at his own little 'ghost joke'.
"But how?"
"Easilly, actually. First I rip out your eardrums, and then we'll see where we go from there."
"Not today, buddy." She swung the racquet at him, hitting him, sending him tumbling into a nearby building.
Bakemon groaned, "That wasn't very nice, girlie." He rubbed the back of his head, nursing away the pain. Rising from the concrete-and-steel rubble, he advanced again. "And I was gonna go easy on you."
She swung the racquet again. Dismayed, she discovered it passed through, harmlessly.
"Is someone feeling helpless?" Bakemon taunted. "You can't get me with the same trick twice!"
In one last burst of hope, she glanced across the street and screamed, "TAI!!!"
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Tai ran. And ran. His goal right in front of his eyes, he could almost touch it.
And then he felt the ball get taken away in a sliding tackle oh-so-trademark of Davis.
He picked himself up. Woah...he beat me with that trick again...gotta watch out for it.
"Good game, Tai." Davis congratulated. "But now, I've got to go."
"Yeah, I need to go too." T.K. agreed. "Me'n Matt are gonna visit Mom tonight. I needta pack."
"You only stay at your Dad's for a week." Kari asked, "How can you need a lot of time to pack."
T.K. blushed. "I've got a lot of stuff. And I'm not exactly neat with it."
Kari shrugged. "Fair 'nuff."
"Uh...bye!" he dismissed.
"Yeah." Davis agreed, "Bye!"
The two ran off like Woodmon from a Meramon. Faster, perhaps.
"So, Kari?" Tai asked, "One last shot?"
"Sure. Where's the goal?"
"Same as we've been playing."
Tai set down the ball to play. He brought his leg back, ready to kick the ball into next week. Or something along those lines. His foot rushed forwards with blinding speed--
"TAI!!!"
--and completely missed the ball. The result: he landed flat on his back, much like Charlie Brown in a football game.
Waita minute...That was Sora's voice...
"Sora!" he exclaimed, rushing towards the shout. Towards Sora.
Kari desperately tried to keep up.
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Huh? Tai wondered, still running, A Bakemon?
"Your friend can't hear you now, girlie!" The ghost-like digimon declared.
"Guess again!" Tai announced, tackling Sora to the ground. And out of harm's way.
Okay, maybe there was a better way I could've done that...
Instead, aloud, he asked, "What're you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" he asked, "Avenging Lord Bakemon."
"Sorry, not on my watch." Tai replied.
God, that sounded stupid. Sora probably thinks I'm a total moron... he thought, self-conscious. That doesn't matter; saving her does.
He lunged at Bakemon, passing harmlessly through. He rolled out of the fall, coming elegantly back to his feet, spinning the rebound the attack.
Bakemon lashed out, punching the big-haired boy in the stomach. Tai curled around the fist, grabbing it and hurling the ghost into a parking meter.
"Now you know why they call me 'Taichi'." he said, triumphantly. Okay, who cares if it was Judo? It worked, didn't it?
Good thing I started taking those self-defense classes after that bout with Demidevimon.
Bakemon groaned. "Alright, now you're gonna get it..." He picked up Sora's discarded racquet, wielding it in his right hand. "And don't think I'm going easy on you, this time."
Tai needs my help. Sora realized. Inspiration hit her, Hey, it's worked before; why not now?
She began chanting, softly, "Bakemon, lose your power..."
Bakemon swung once, twice. Both times, Tai managed to evade the pummeling. The third almost connected, but Tai grabbed the wrist, chopping the weapon from the opponent's grasp. He threw himself into one of Davis' sliding tackles, carrying him under and past the ghost, grabbing the racquet as he passed. He rose, swinging it.
Bakemon tried to vaporize, but found he couldn't. He'd lost his power.
"Uh oh."
The racquet hit home, sending him flying down the street. He took advantage of the momentum, and fled.
Tai helped Sora to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks to you." she replied. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
"Luck, mostly." he modestly replied. Then he admitted, "And a month-and-a-half of self defense classes."
Sora stepped closer, her face inches from him. "I'd say you saved more than just yourself. You're my hero."
"Hey," Tai observed, "Doesn't the hero usually get a kiss?"
Here goes...
"That depends." she replied, playfully, "On if he'd want it."
"Tai! Sora!" Kari exclaimed, finally catching up.
"Gyah!" they exclaimed, jumping back from each other's presence. Like the other was electrified.
"I'm so glad you're alright!" Kari exclaimed. "You had me worried. Whaat happened?"
"I'll explain later." Tai said, cutting Sora off before she could explain. "For now, call all the others together. We need to have a meeting."
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"There!" Gazimon exclaimed, triumphant. With Hiro and the girl out of the house at dinner, he had all the time he could need to work on the Digivice. He was almost done; all that was left were the parts to link the machine to a specific human. And Veggiemon was getting those.
Now, where would he find a kid to link it to?
The front door opened. "Gus!" Hiro called, "We're home!"
Yami. Perfect.
Gazimon smiled. Now he'd make those kids pay.
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Part Two
(c) September 2000, Ryan Berke
http://www.geocities.com/RyanBerke/
Beta Read by: Thinker, the original creator of the "Resurrection" storyline. Thanks again for giving me permission to do this.
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any of the Digimon characters (heck, I refuse to claim even the ones I made up! Feel free to steal them!) They are all property of FoxKids, Toei, and Bandai. I haven't recieved any permission ahead of time, but then this wouldn't be a Fanfic, would it? Likewise, I do not own the "Resurrection" storyline by FFN's Thinker, but he has graciously allowed me permission to continue the epic.))
((ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This story is not Copywritten, as implied by the heading. (c) stands for "completed," allowing me to know when I wrote it.))
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The girl sat at a table, alone, yet not alone. She was reserved, to say the least. People didn't interest her; she wasn't even here by choice. She'd just as soon stay home.
Her name was Yami. Darkness. The void left in her father's heart when her mother died. Giving birth to her.
Her dad tried hard, she had to give him that. He had a fairly good job at a local hotel, and managed to support the two of them rather nicely. But it hurt, knowing that'd she'd replaced something special to him, but wasn't enough to replace it entirely.
She felt as if there were a great weight on her shoulders
After waiting 15 minutes with no sign of cousin Taichi, the family decided to eat without him. He was a big boy; he'd be home soon. And it wasn't like he was still hurt. Cousin Hikari said grace, and the family began to eat. Moments later, Taichi burst through the door.
"Sorry I'm late! I was playing soccer with Davis."
Hikari's ears perked up. "Davis who?"
"I dunno." Taichi admitted, "But he said he knew you."
And so on. In her own little world, Yami knew she'd never fit in. In a world so strange. In a world where even from birth, she had so much to live up to. If only she could prove what she was worth; then she'd show them.
Yeah, right. She cracked a smile, and continued the rigorous chore of family gathering.
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Jeez, who's idea was this? Gazimon still wasn't sure where his entry point was, but he knew it was better than Odaiba High's locker room. God, the smell...
Then again, he supposed the other's wouldn't smell all too good either. It wasn't a virus flunky's main concern in life. Especially when they're being resurrected directly from the state they were in when the Digidestined killed them.
A large bulge in locker 602 told him the first had arrived. When the door broke, falling off its hinges and to the floor with a loud *CLANG*, he knew the other was there too.
"Huh?" the second one asked, "What Happened?"
"There isn't time." Gazimon informed. "You," he told the first, "Are a Veggiemon. You died when Matt and WereGarurumon visited your diner. And you," the second one, "Are a Bakemon. You met your demised when Joe and Sora crashed your Holiday Celebration."
"So," Veggiemon asked, "What are we doing here?"
"Our new boss resurrected us to help him kill the digidestined."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Why should I?" Gazimon replied, "They don't have their digimon. We almost beat them once before, but they beat us back. Now, we're going to take them on again, but we'll have a trump card no evil digimon has had before. A Digivice."
"You're kidding, right?" Vegiemon repeated.
"Not at all. I'm our techie. I've got plans drawn up for the digivice, based on data taken directly from Izzy's computer. But to put it together, I'll need components. That's where you come in; you've got a good business sense, so I'll have you be in charge of inventory."
"And the Bakemon?"
"Reconnaisance."
---------------
Bakemon floated across the city-scape, rooftop to rooftop, keeping a lookout. A very discontented lookout. Yeah, he was happy to be alive again, but what kind of a job was Recon anyways?
He caught sight of two of the digidestined. He didn't know the boy, but the girl was there when Lord Bakemon died. Boy, would she be in for it...
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"Why not?" Taichi demanded angrilly, as Sora brushed him aside and walked past.
"'Cause I've got a Tennis Lesson to go to."
"Since when have you played tennis?"
"Since now."
"Aww, c'mon! We were gonna play Soccer! Now the teams'll be uneven."
"So?" she replied, "Get Matt."
"He's practicing guitar. He thinks he's gonna be a big rock star some day."
"Izzy?"
"Computer stuff."
"Davis?"
"Davis?" Tai echoed. "Why him?"
"Why not?"
"He's a little kid!"
"So're T.K. and Kari."
"Yeah, but that's different."
"How so?"
"Well..." Tai fumbled, unable to express his reasoning, "Look, Sora. Why can't you just come instead?"
"I told you, I've got a tennis lesson."
"Yeah, I heard you."
"Well, you don't seem to be listening much, are you."
"I would if there was anything worth listening to!"
"Oh yeah? What would be worth it? Me agreeing to play?"
"Now that you mention it...YES."
"Sorry, Tai, but the world _does not_ revolve around you."
"Fine, then. GO to your stupid lesson."
"Alright, I will."
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
"Who needs her..." Tai grumbled, kicking a soda can on the sidewalk. "I'll just go get Davis..."
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Uh oh...they're splitting up.
Bakemon was torn. Who to follow? The annoying, big-haired leader, or Lord Bakemon's executioner.
No contest.
He floated along, tailing Sora from a distance, as she walked off to the tennis courts.
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"What?" Davis asked, surprised. Or maybe amazed. Thrilled. Or somewhere in between. "You want _me_ to play soccer with you? Again?"
"Sure." Tai grinned, "The teams won't be even without you."
"Are we talking the same people as yesterday?"
"T.K., yes. But Matt's got a Guitar Lesson, Sora a--" he coughed, deliberately "Tennis Lesson, and Izzy's reprogramming his computer."
"That's three." Davis counted, "Who's the fourth?"
"No one, if you don't hurry up!"
"Alright, I'm coming." He bent over to tie his shoes. "Jun! I'm playing soccer with Tai again. Be back later!"
"Alright!" an older, female voice called through a muffled door. If Tai had stopped to think, he would've asked. But he was hung up over Sora's "turning traitor."
"Well, then." Tai mused, "Let's go."
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Great! Davis thought, as soon as he and Tai reached the field. Kari's here!
"Okay," Tai announced. "How 'bout a game of 2-on-2?"
"I get to be on Kari's team!" Davis blurted. He blushed a deep crimson.
"T.K., is that alright with you?" Tai asked.
"I don't see why not." T.K. said, "As long as Kari doesn't mind."
"It's okay." Kari agreed, "I'm sure Davis is pretty good at Soccer."
"Is he!" Tai exclaimed. "He's almost as good as me!"
"Well, then." T.K. said, "Let's go."
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"GAZIMON!!!"Gazimon hadn't known before what a plant sounded like when it was angry. Heck, he hadn't known plants _could_ be angry. But if Veggiemon was any indication, he was glad he wouldn't have to find out.
Except now, of course.
He winced, "What is it?"
"These parts you asked for!" Veggiemon ranted, "Do you have any idea what they'll cost me?"
"So?" Gazimon asked, "Steal them."
"I'm sure the miniature bunnymantis got you a hotel room. And it did let the hotel clerk let us borrow his garage." Veggiemon reasoned, "But no way is it gonna let us blend in like common thieves would."
Gazimon sighed, disturbed. Jeez, what an amateur! "Break in after the store closes."
"And have the authorities hounding us? No way!"
"Look, I'm sure you make a great businessman. And probably an even better slave driver. But the one thing you don't know how to do is steal."
"That's right." Veggiemon agreed, "I don't. So either you can get them yourself, or you can ask for parts I can get legitimately."
"Fine, I'll go." Gazimon surrendered. Then, grinning, he asked, "But how do you think the boss will react when he hears how little you were willing to help?"
"The boss?"
"Yeah. The boss." Gazimon repeated, emphasizing it. Then, sarcastically, "I'm sure someone who can resurrect Digimon from the dead--and in my case, twice--couldn't be too dangerous. And hey, he's evil, so it's not like he'd hold a grudge or anything."
Veggiemon gulped. "All right, you win. I'll go get the parts."
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"Well, that was a good lesson." Sora thought, aloud. "Almost surprising what you can learn in two hours."
She walked on the sidewalk, back uptown where her apartment was. She was even accross the street from the park. Maybe she'd stop by and apologise to Tai.
"Fine then, GO to your stupid lesson!"
Or not.
She shifted her right arm, racquet in hand, allowing the heck of the handle to rest on her shoulder. Honestly, sometimes that boy made her so angry.
But then, whenever she was mad at him, she'd think about one of the nice moments. Like back at the hospital. When he said he trusted her.
He was drugged up at the time, but it was the thought that counted.
She chuckled, remembering. "Matt, could you tell that cat over there that her violin playing is starting to annoy me?" She said aloud, echoing his words.
"I don't know about any cats," came an unexpected reply, "But I can fix things so you won't hear anything ever again."
"Bakemon!" she gasped, "But you're..."
"Dead?" her taunted, "'Fraid not. At least, no more than usual." He chuckled at his own little 'ghost joke'.
"But how?"
"Easilly, actually. First I rip out your eardrums, and then we'll see where we go from there."
"Not today, buddy." She swung the racquet at him, hitting him, sending him tumbling into a nearby building.
Bakemon groaned, "That wasn't very nice, girlie." He rubbed the back of his head, nursing away the pain. Rising from the concrete-and-steel rubble, he advanced again. "And I was gonna go easy on you."
She swung the racquet again. Dismayed, she discovered it passed through, harmlessly.
"Is someone feeling helpless?" Bakemon taunted. "You can't get me with the same trick twice!"
In one last burst of hope, she glanced across the street and screamed, "TAI!!!"
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Tai ran. And ran. His goal right in front of his eyes, he could almost touch it.
And then he felt the ball get taken away in a sliding tackle oh-so-trademark of Davis.
He picked himself up. Woah...he beat me with that trick again...gotta watch out for it.
"Good game, Tai." Davis congratulated. "But now, I've got to go."
"Yeah, I need to go too." T.K. agreed. "Me'n Matt are gonna visit Mom tonight. I needta pack."
"You only stay at your Dad's for a week." Kari asked, "How can you need a lot of time to pack."
T.K. blushed. "I've got a lot of stuff. And I'm not exactly neat with it."
Kari shrugged. "Fair 'nuff."
"Uh...bye!" he dismissed.
"Yeah." Davis agreed, "Bye!"
The two ran off like Woodmon from a Meramon. Faster, perhaps.
"So, Kari?" Tai asked, "One last shot?"
"Sure. Where's the goal?"
"Same as we've been playing."
Tai set down the ball to play. He brought his leg back, ready to kick the ball into next week. Or something along those lines. His foot rushed forwards with blinding speed--
"TAI!!!"
--and completely missed the ball. The result: he landed flat on his back, much like Charlie Brown in a football game.
Waita minute...That was Sora's voice...
"Sora!" he exclaimed, rushing towards the shout. Towards Sora.
Kari desperately tried to keep up.
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Huh? Tai wondered, still running, A Bakemon?
"Your friend can't hear you now, girlie!" The ghost-like digimon declared.
"Guess again!" Tai announced, tackling Sora to the ground. And out of harm's way.
Okay, maybe there was a better way I could've done that...
Instead, aloud, he asked, "What're you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" he asked, "Avenging Lord Bakemon."
"Sorry, not on my watch." Tai replied.
God, that sounded stupid. Sora probably thinks I'm a total moron... he thought, self-conscious. That doesn't matter; saving her does.
He lunged at Bakemon, passing harmlessly through. He rolled out of the fall, coming elegantly back to his feet, spinning the rebound the attack.
Bakemon lashed out, punching the big-haired boy in the stomach. Tai curled around the fist, grabbing it and hurling the ghost into a parking meter.
"Now you know why they call me 'Taichi'." he said, triumphantly. Okay, who cares if it was Judo? It worked, didn't it?
Good thing I started taking those self-defense classes after that bout with Demidevimon.
Bakemon groaned. "Alright, now you're gonna get it..." He picked up Sora's discarded racquet, wielding it in his right hand. "And don't think I'm going easy on you, this time."
Tai needs my help. Sora realized. Inspiration hit her, Hey, it's worked before; why not now?
She began chanting, softly, "Bakemon, lose your power..."
Bakemon swung once, twice. Both times, Tai managed to evade the pummeling. The third almost connected, but Tai grabbed the wrist, chopping the weapon from the opponent's grasp. He threw himself into one of Davis' sliding tackles, carrying him under and past the ghost, grabbing the racquet as he passed. He rose, swinging it.
Bakemon tried to vaporize, but found he couldn't. He'd lost his power.
"Uh oh."
The racquet hit home, sending him flying down the street. He took advantage of the momentum, and fled.
Tai helped Sora to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks to you." she replied. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
"Luck, mostly." he modestly replied. Then he admitted, "And a month-and-a-half of self defense classes."
Sora stepped closer, her face inches from him. "I'd say you saved more than just yourself. You're my hero."
"Hey," Tai observed, "Doesn't the hero usually get a kiss?"
Here goes...
"That depends." she replied, playfully, "On if he'd want it."
"Tai! Sora!" Kari exclaimed, finally catching up.
"Gyah!" they exclaimed, jumping back from each other's presence. Like the other was electrified.
"I'm so glad you're alright!" Kari exclaimed. "You had me worried. Whaat happened?"
"I'll explain later." Tai said, cutting Sora off before she could explain. "For now, call all the others together. We need to have a meeting."
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"There!" Gazimon exclaimed, triumphant. With Hiro and the girl out of the house at dinner, he had all the time he could need to work on the Digivice. He was almost done; all that was left were the parts to link the machine to a specific human. And Veggiemon was getting those.
Now, where would he find a kid to link it to?
The front door opened. "Gus!" Hiro called, "We're home!"
Yami. Perfect.
Gazimon smiled. Now he'd make those kids pay.
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