In response to Gennai's Apprentice's question regarding Davis' meeting T.K.:
"Ah yes, the saga continues, beautiful, but I have one question. According to the first episode of 02 I thought Davis just met T.K. for the first time, if he saw him at the soccer game, I think he'd recognize him again in class. Also, what's with the underscores? Other than that, simply beautiful!"
--Davis seems to have trouble remembering T.K.'s name. And this _is_ a year and a half before T.K. starts going to the school regularly. I figured a few quick soccer games wouldn't be a problem.
--The underscores? A bad habit I picked up from "Daigakusei no Ranma". It's basically meant to stress the word, much like bold or italic.
And the one regarding Bakemon:
"Two things... Gazimon's a Data Digimon who's obviously corrupted and there are a whole lot of Bakemon(Myotismon episodes), why is this one special?"
--I borrowed Gazimon from Thinker; ask him.
--I just picked a Bakemon. That one had a good motive to attack Sora. It made sense to me at the time.
And a similar question from Jyou Shindoran:
"Joe killed the bakemon you dopeattic ya"
--Yeah. But Sora was there. And it was conveinient to the story.
"Resurrection II"
Part Four
(c) October 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! Just please, let me _know_ before you 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 Yagami Residence. The Garage. A motley crew has assembled: one grey, fuzzy rabbit, one walking-talking vegetable, one white-bedsheet-over-a-living-center ghost, and a giant mecha.
Affectionately known as Gazimon, Veggiemon, Bakemon, and Mekanorimon.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Veggiemon panicked, banging on the side of the mecha digimon. "Start, you piece-of junk!"
"Now, now." Gazimon scolded. "All the panicking in the world won't save us it we don't keep our heads. After all, this is only a minor setback."
"Monor setback?" Veggiemon exclaimed. "A _minor_ setback? I'd hate to see what you call a major catastrophy!"
"The solution is simple." Gazimon replied, matter-of-factly. As if the answer was obvious. "Kill the boy now, and take care of the rest later."
"And how do you suggest we do this?"
"With Mekanorimon." Gazimon answered. "Like I said, he's our option."
"One problem: he won't work."
"Then we'll have to make him work. Fast."
"But we don't even know what's wrong with him!"
"Uh, guys?" Bakemon asked, trying to get a word in edge-wise.
"WHAT?" They exclaimed, more-or-less in unison.
"You _do_ know that that thing needs a pilot, don't you?"
Gazimon's jaw dropped in surprise. "How'd you know that?"
"I used to fly one of these things for Lord Piedmon."
"Used to?" Veggiemon asked.
Bakemon sweatdropped. "I got court-martialed when Gennai stole my mech from me. Long Story."
"What're you waiting for?" Gazimon exclaimed, ecstatic. "Get in!"
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"Taichi!" Uncle Hiro exclaimed, "What a pleasant surprise!"
Tai decided to press the matter, feigning surprise. "Was that just a giant, grey rabbit you had in there?"
"Oh, no!" Hiro corrected. "That's Gus Newman. A friend of mine. And he's not a rabbit; it's his condition. He's got miniature bunnimantis."
"Could I meet him?" Tai asked, politely.
"I don't see why not." Hiro replied. "Let me just unlock the door..."
Hiro slipped the key into the lock and turned it. He twisted the doorknob, but it only opened a few inches.
"Hmm. He must've left the dead-bolt in." Hiro realized. "That's okay; we can go in through the garage."
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"C'mon! Hurry!" Veggiemon exclaimed, screaming nervously at the Bakemon, "They'll be in here any minute."
"I think this button arms the lasers..." Bakemon pondered, oblivious.
Mekanorimon's reaction, to say the least, was abrupt. As Bakemon pushed the button, the giant mecha's eyes lit up bright red, and the internal viewscreen powered up. He toggled into heat vision, and focussed on the garage door. Behind the door, he detected two rough forms. He zoomed in on one.
Switching vision again, he identified the one that was Tai. Crosshairs bracketed the boy's head, and Mekanorimon was ready to fire.
But still, he was only a machine. Following his programming, he announced loudly: "Twin Beam!"
His arms rose and a shot fired, but even then, he knew he'd missed.
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With Gazimon around, Tai knew he'd best be careful. Physically, the flop-eared bunny was weak--easily brought under control by the megalomaniacs he'd worked for. But mentally...
Tai shuddered. He didn't even want to _think_ about the carnage the techno-maniac was capable of.
Ever restless, he treaded lightly on the driveway. He was alert, ready to jump out of the way of any attack.
Lady Luck must've been with him; he got all the warning he needed.
"Twin Beam!"
Tai dodged, letting his newfound obsession in self defense take control. His duck-and-roll carried him into the front lawn. And out of danger.
He couldn't say the same for the garage door. It was totaled. Looked like Uncle Hiro wouldn't be using it for a while.
Then again, judging by the condition of his car, he wouldn't need to for a while, either.
"Gus!" Hiro gasped, in-shock. "What's going on?"
"The name's Gazimon." he growled. "And thanks for the hospitality. Get them, Mekanorimon!"
The officer tried to react. A well-placed "Twin Beam" taught him otherwise.
Too bad he wouldn't live to make use of the lesson.
"Tai!" Matt exclaimed, running up behind. The cavalry had arrived. "You've got to get out of here!"
"Don't worry." Gazimon cautioned, "There's more than enough time to take care of both of you."
Matt ignored the warnings, and kept running. He passed Tai, and hopped into the now-abandoned police car.
The car was running in mere moments, with Tai and Hiro piling in. T.K. rounded the corner, and Matt slowed to let his brother in. Barely.
"How'd you get the car running so fast?" Tai asked, as trees zipped by outside.
"I've been drilling myself in case something like this happened."
Tai didn't even want to _think_ about why Matt would drill himself in grand theft. Some things were better off unknown.
"Stop!" Hiro demanded. "They've got Yami! We've got to go save her!"
"Sorry, Unc'." Tai apologised. "Yami's with then, now."
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"Stop!" Yami pleaded. "Why're you trying to hurt my Dad?"
"It's not your father we're after, Girlie." Bakemon snickered. "It's your no-good cousins."
Veggiemon *thwapped* him up-side, shrinking back as the Mekanorimon turned it's head to stare visciously at him.
"What was that for?" Bakemon demanded, rubbing the back of his armored head.
"Keep yer mouth shut, moron!"
"Who're you calling moron, dummy!"
"Who're you calling dummy, moron!"
Oh yeah. That was original. This was getting no-where, fast.
"Silence, both of you." Gazimon ordered. Both mouths clamped shut, Bakemon biting his tongue doing so. And a big set of metal teeth clamping on a little fleshy tongue wasn't all too comfortable. "Now: they know where we are. Let's move."
Taking Gazimon and Yami in each hand, Mekanorimon went airborne, leaving Veggiemon hanging for dear life on his back.
Zooming over the city, he trailed Matt's stolen cop car just long enough to watch it leave, then veered off, searching for an emergency base-of-operations.
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"Guys, we've got a problem."
Everyone knew Tai was making an understatement. A big one. The armored cop car and the fire hydrant it'd crashed into we sure signs of that. That, and the lack of the escort.
At least, the apparent lack of an escort. Hiro, slumped on the couch as he was, didn't strike anyone as the highest choice in a protector.
"Go for it." Izzy replied.
"'kay." he started, "Bakemon's not the only one who's back. So far, we've spotted Veggiemon, Gazimon, and a Mekanorimon. We think that's it."
"Four digimon?" Sora asked, skeptical.
"So?" Tai asked. "There were four last time."
"Yeah." she agreed, "But they were four weaklings. Either the force sending them wasn't powerful enough to be picky, or thought they'd be enough. Since they weren't, one of two things should've happened: they'd send more guys, or they'd make a last ditch attempt. To try the same thing over seems pointless."
"Unless," Joe observed, "Those four were all they needed."
Everyone silenced. The words sunk in, dramatically, as all tried to interpret the implications of Joe's statement.
"Uh-oh." Tai said, after a few moments.
"What?" everyone asked, in unison.
"What did the Viruses--"
"Virii." Izzy absently and automatically corrected.
"Virii," Tai amended, "try to do last time?"
"Use your digivice to digivolve one of them." Kari replied.
"What would they need to make one of them digivolve?"
"A Digivice, and a Digidestined." T.K. said. "And the Digidestined would needta be in trouble, or something!"
"What does it take to make a Digidestined?"
"Is there a point to all this?" Mimi asked, irritated.
"Bear with me." Tai apologised. "Well?"
"The encounter at Heighton View Terrace, about six years ago." Izzy replied.
"So, they'd need a kid who was at Heighton View Terrace during the incident, and a digivice." Tai summed up, with grim realization. "Yami and Hiro were staying with us the night that it happened."
All were silent. They'd wondered if there could be more kids like them. Now, it appeared that there could.
"So, they've got Yami." Yamato shrugged, "Don't get me wrong; it's not a _good_ thing. But they don't have a Digivice for her."
"I'd love to agree with you." Taichi said, "But Uncle Hiro worked at the hotel you guys found the first batch at. If he found Gazimon's stuff and gave it back to them--"
"--then they've got a working schematic of your Digivice. From when Gazimon had it." Izzy finished.
"And Veggiemon was stealing parts from a Radio Shack." Yamato added.
"So, they bad guys _could_ have a digivice for Yami?" Joe asked.
"Yes." Tai replied. "And if they do, we're all in big trouble."
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Yami sat, huddled in a corner, out of the way. Gazimon argued, yelling at Bakemon, yelling at Veggiemon, and just yelling in general. Yami even heard some words she'd never heard of before, but they didn't sound too friendly.
Oh, well. Life as usual, she supposed. Granted, this was a little more adventurous, but the added tension did nothing to remove her of her ability to fade into the background. She was good at that. Staying hidden, waiting for her moment to shine.
And if Gazimon held up his promise, that day wouldn't be too far off.
She listened in on their rantings, for lack of anything better to do. Tried to, anyways. Apparently, they'd stopped. The result, "Ba-ka-mon" flew off, probably scouting again. "Veg-gee-mon" sifted through electronics, scrounging up repair parts. And "Gah-zee-mon"...
Gazimon was headed right for her.
"I bet you're a little scared now, aren't ya, Yami?"
"No." she lied.
"Don't be." he ignored, seeing through the ruse. "Everything's gonna turn out alright."
"Then will people start listening to me?"
"Try and stop them." Gazimon replied. "You'll have them playing to your whims."
"How?"
"Well, you gotta hold up to a few promises _I_ made, first." he admitted. "You gotta help me destroy the digidestined."
"Di-gee-des-tin'd?" she asked, trying the word on for size.
"Yeah. Digidestined." Gazimon confirmed. "Kids who can control their own digimon. Like your cousins, Tai and Kari. And their friends."
"Like me?" she asked. "Will I get a digimon of my own?"
"We're still workin' on that." Gazimon admitted. "We're not sure _which_ one of us you'll get. Probably me; Veggiemon doesn't change too much, just into Red Veggiemon. Mekanorimon _can't_ digivolve. And do you really want to see what the Baka turns into?"
She giggled.
"So, if I destroy Tai and his friends, you'll give me this power?"
"That's how it works."
"I've never really had a best friend." she admitted. "Can we be best friends, forever?"
"Together." Gazimon agreed. "I'd love to see them try and stop us."
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"Monkey wrench." Izzy requested.
"Monkey wrench." Joe affirmed, handing Izzy the tool.
"Don't wanna be your monkey wrench..." Matt sang, softly.
"Hammer."
"Hammer."
"If I had a hammer..." Matt sang.
Izzy grinned. "Left-handed fireshifter."
"Huh?" Joe and Matt asked, in unison.
"It doesn't exist." Izzy explained. "I just wanted to see Matt come up with a song for it."
"And while _you're_ drilling each other on Music Trivia," Tai fumed, "Gazimon's converting Yami to do god-only-knows-what!"
"Sorry." They all apologised, solemnly. Matt twiddled his thumbs while the other two returned to work.
"Screwdriver."
"Screwdriver."
Izzy looked at the tool in his hand, then back to Joe. "No, a _flat-head_ screwdriver."
"Oh." Joe replied. "Sorry."
Tai tapped his foot, impatiently. "Are you guys done _yet_?"
"Tai!" Sora scolded. "I'm sure they're working as fast as they can, and you're not helping."
"But Sora--"
"No buts, Tai." Sora interrupted, "You're just going to have to let them finish this out."
"Actually," Izzy said, "We _are_ finished."
"Oh." Sora shrugged. "I guess it's okay then. This time."
"So?" Kari asked, looking at the bizarre jumble of parts, "What is it?"
"This," Izzy explained, "Is how we find Yami."
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Bakemon floated over the twilit city. It was cold, humid, cloudy, and he _hated_ it.
Recon duty. Again.
He blinked. A bright light hit him in the face. He fell, dazed, onto a rooftop, below. Rubbing his head, he rose.
A spotlight. With a giant bat shape in the middle of it.
Batman?
No, Batman didn't exist. But vampires did.
Ironic, but true.
And there was only one type of vampire Bakemon knew of. Myotismon.
To hell with Gazimon. He was gonna join up where the _real_ winners were.
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Bakemon touched down on a rooftop. The bat-shaped spotlight lay, propped on an angle. He looked around, searching for it's creator.
"Myotismon?"
"Sorry." a voice apologised. "He's not coming."
*CRASH* Suddenly, the starless sky didn't seem so starless anymore, Bakemon decided, dazed, right before he blacked out.
Izzy stepped out of the shadows, rubbing his hands together.
"It worked!" Joe exclaimed. "How'd you know?"
"They don't call them Baka-mon for nothing." Izzy chuckled.
The two of them stepped over to a stairwell, opening the door and inviting the others to join them. Withing moments, the team was assembled on the roof.
Tai glanced at the fallen Bakemon. Encased in the shattered lighting, the ghost made quite the sight. He wouldn't be waking up for a while--and who would, after having a huge spotlight smashed over their head? "Nice work." he whistled, appreciatively.
"Thanks."
"Okay," Sora asked, "Now What?"
"Phase 2." Izzy replied. "Matt, Mimi, warm up the car. Everyone else, with me."
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"Huh?" Bakemon wondered, clearing his head.
Those damned Digidestined! Clobberin' him over the head like that! They'd pay for this embarassment.
They'd pay.
Pay. Money. Veggiemon. The team. Interesting train of thought, but one nonetheless. What time was it? He was supposed to report back in.
The sun. It was starting to rise. It was getting light, which meant he had to be getting gone.
He flew over the rooftops, oblivious to the people tailing him below...
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"Gazimon!" Bakemon explained, apologetically. He burst into the empty warehouse they'd adopted for their new base. Bad guys _always_ had to use an abandoned warehoure--it was in the rules. "Sorry I'm late; the Digidestined--"
"Silence!" Gazimon ordered. "Can't you see I'm working with out guest?"
"It's okay." Yami excused, yawning. "I should be getting to school, anyways."
"Why?" Gazimon asked, "What has school done for you, anyways?"
"I need school if I'm going to be successful in life." Yami explained, "Then people will respect me."
"True," Gazimon agreed. "But we can help you to gain respect _much_ sooner. Through fear."
Yami's ears perked up. "Tell me everything."
"Don't listen to him!" Tai exclaimed, bursting into the room. "He's trying to trick you!"
"You! You lead the Digidestiend here!" Gazimon screamed at Bakemon. He composed himself. "They're obviously jealous of this opportunity we've opened up to Yami. Dispose of them, please."
Bakemon chuckled, taking his place at Mekanorimon's controls, "Gladly."
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In every hero's life, events always break down into a moment of triumph. This was one such moment.
And Yamato Ishida was one such hero.
He watched, silently, as Bakemon approached his cluister of friends. Slowly, the Mecha-encased ghost approached the group, and slowly, they backed away. Away from the Mecha, but into his sights.
Now, dead ahead, was the mecha. Matt turned the key, fired up the engine, and rocketed forwards. He grinned insanely at Mimi, next to him, hoping to reassure her.
He failed.
"Now, Yamato!" she screamed, "We gotta bail!"
"Wait for it..."
"Are you crazy?"
"Wait for it..."
"Uh-uh. I want out, now!"
"Wait for it...NOW!"
Two doors burst open, and two digidestined flew out.
Armored car. Armored mecha.
Armored shrapnel.
"No!" Gazimon exclaimed, as Mechanorimon exploded. Bakemon was violently flung from the wreckage. He crashed into a metal beam, and both digimon vanished into digidust. "They're ruining everything!"
"You're finished, Gazimon!" Tai exclaimed, triumphantly.
"I think not! Veggiemon, get them!"
The Digimon timidly approached, trying his best to look fierce. And failing. He jabbed left, right, left, using his roots as fists. But in the end, he was Veggie, all too Veggie.
Tai's roundhouse kick caught him under the chin, sending him skidding accross the floor. Into a life wire.
Fried Vegetables, anyone?
"Yami." Tai pleaded. "Come with us. You don't need this, and you don't need Gazimon. Please, for your own good."
"Since when have _you_ cared about my own good?" she asked. "When Parrotmon came to Earth, you saved Kari, but didn't care about me! I was there too! Nobody's ever cared about me, and now, it's time for some payback."
The home-made digivice in her arms was abnormally large, but not unmanagably so. "Gazimon," she ordered. "Digivolve."
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"Ah yes, the saga continues, beautiful, but I have one question. According to the first episode of 02 I thought Davis just met T.K. for the first time, if he saw him at the soccer game, I think he'd recognize him again in class. Also, what's with the underscores? Other than that, simply beautiful!"
--Davis seems to have trouble remembering T.K.'s name. And this _is_ a year and a half before T.K. starts going to the school regularly. I figured a few quick soccer games wouldn't be a problem.
--The underscores? A bad habit I picked up from "Daigakusei no Ranma". It's basically meant to stress the word, much like bold or italic.
And the one regarding Bakemon:
"Two things... Gazimon's a Data Digimon who's obviously corrupted and there are a whole lot of Bakemon(Myotismon episodes), why is this one special?"
--I borrowed Gazimon from Thinker; ask him.
--I just picked a Bakemon. That one had a good motive to attack Sora. It made sense to me at the time.
And a similar question from Jyou Shindoran:
"Joe killed the bakemon you dopeattic ya"
--Yeah. But Sora was there. And it was conveinient to the story.
"Resurrection II"
Part Four
(c) October 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! Just please, let me _know_ before you 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 Yagami Residence. The Garage. A motley crew has assembled: one grey, fuzzy rabbit, one walking-talking vegetable, one white-bedsheet-over-a-living-center ghost, and a giant mecha.
Affectionately known as Gazimon, Veggiemon, Bakemon, and Mekanorimon.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Veggiemon panicked, banging on the side of the mecha digimon. "Start, you piece-of junk!"
"Now, now." Gazimon scolded. "All the panicking in the world won't save us it we don't keep our heads. After all, this is only a minor setback."
"Monor setback?" Veggiemon exclaimed. "A _minor_ setback? I'd hate to see what you call a major catastrophy!"
"The solution is simple." Gazimon replied, matter-of-factly. As if the answer was obvious. "Kill the boy now, and take care of the rest later."
"And how do you suggest we do this?"
"With Mekanorimon." Gazimon answered. "Like I said, he's our option."
"One problem: he won't work."
"Then we'll have to make him work. Fast."
"But we don't even know what's wrong with him!"
"Uh, guys?" Bakemon asked, trying to get a word in edge-wise.
"WHAT?" They exclaimed, more-or-less in unison.
"You _do_ know that that thing needs a pilot, don't you?"
Gazimon's jaw dropped in surprise. "How'd you know that?"
"I used to fly one of these things for Lord Piedmon."
"Used to?" Veggiemon asked.
Bakemon sweatdropped. "I got court-martialed when Gennai stole my mech from me. Long Story."
"What're you waiting for?" Gazimon exclaimed, ecstatic. "Get in!"
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"Taichi!" Uncle Hiro exclaimed, "What a pleasant surprise!"
Tai decided to press the matter, feigning surprise. "Was that just a giant, grey rabbit you had in there?"
"Oh, no!" Hiro corrected. "That's Gus Newman. A friend of mine. And he's not a rabbit; it's his condition. He's got miniature bunnimantis."
"Could I meet him?" Tai asked, politely.
"I don't see why not." Hiro replied. "Let me just unlock the door..."
Hiro slipped the key into the lock and turned it. He twisted the doorknob, but it only opened a few inches.
"Hmm. He must've left the dead-bolt in." Hiro realized. "That's okay; we can go in through the garage."
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"C'mon! Hurry!" Veggiemon exclaimed, screaming nervously at the Bakemon, "They'll be in here any minute."
"I think this button arms the lasers..." Bakemon pondered, oblivious.
Mekanorimon's reaction, to say the least, was abrupt. As Bakemon pushed the button, the giant mecha's eyes lit up bright red, and the internal viewscreen powered up. He toggled into heat vision, and focussed on the garage door. Behind the door, he detected two rough forms. He zoomed in on one.
Switching vision again, he identified the one that was Tai. Crosshairs bracketed the boy's head, and Mekanorimon was ready to fire.
But still, he was only a machine. Following his programming, he announced loudly: "Twin Beam!"
His arms rose and a shot fired, but even then, he knew he'd missed.
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With Gazimon around, Tai knew he'd best be careful. Physically, the flop-eared bunny was weak--easily brought under control by the megalomaniacs he'd worked for. But mentally...
Tai shuddered. He didn't even want to _think_ about the carnage the techno-maniac was capable of.
Ever restless, he treaded lightly on the driveway. He was alert, ready to jump out of the way of any attack.
Lady Luck must've been with him; he got all the warning he needed.
"Twin Beam!"
Tai dodged, letting his newfound obsession in self defense take control. His duck-and-roll carried him into the front lawn. And out of danger.
He couldn't say the same for the garage door. It was totaled. Looked like Uncle Hiro wouldn't be using it for a while.
Then again, judging by the condition of his car, he wouldn't need to for a while, either.
"Gus!" Hiro gasped, in-shock. "What's going on?"
"The name's Gazimon." he growled. "And thanks for the hospitality. Get them, Mekanorimon!"
The officer tried to react. A well-placed "Twin Beam" taught him otherwise.
Too bad he wouldn't live to make use of the lesson.
"Tai!" Matt exclaimed, running up behind. The cavalry had arrived. "You've got to get out of here!"
"Don't worry." Gazimon cautioned, "There's more than enough time to take care of both of you."
Matt ignored the warnings, and kept running. He passed Tai, and hopped into the now-abandoned police car.
The car was running in mere moments, with Tai and Hiro piling in. T.K. rounded the corner, and Matt slowed to let his brother in. Barely.
"How'd you get the car running so fast?" Tai asked, as trees zipped by outside.
"I've been drilling myself in case something like this happened."
Tai didn't even want to _think_ about why Matt would drill himself in grand theft. Some things were better off unknown.
"Stop!" Hiro demanded. "They've got Yami! We've got to go save her!"
"Sorry, Unc'." Tai apologised. "Yami's with then, now."
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"Stop!" Yami pleaded. "Why're you trying to hurt my Dad?"
"It's not your father we're after, Girlie." Bakemon snickered. "It's your no-good cousins."
Veggiemon *thwapped* him up-side, shrinking back as the Mekanorimon turned it's head to stare visciously at him.
"What was that for?" Bakemon demanded, rubbing the back of his armored head.
"Keep yer mouth shut, moron!"
"Who're you calling moron, dummy!"
"Who're you calling dummy, moron!"
Oh yeah. That was original. This was getting no-where, fast.
"Silence, both of you." Gazimon ordered. Both mouths clamped shut, Bakemon biting his tongue doing so. And a big set of metal teeth clamping on a little fleshy tongue wasn't all too comfortable. "Now: they know where we are. Let's move."
Taking Gazimon and Yami in each hand, Mekanorimon went airborne, leaving Veggiemon hanging for dear life on his back.
Zooming over the city, he trailed Matt's stolen cop car just long enough to watch it leave, then veered off, searching for an emergency base-of-operations.
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"Guys, we've got a problem."
Everyone knew Tai was making an understatement. A big one. The armored cop car and the fire hydrant it'd crashed into we sure signs of that. That, and the lack of the escort.
At least, the apparent lack of an escort. Hiro, slumped on the couch as he was, didn't strike anyone as the highest choice in a protector.
"Go for it." Izzy replied.
"'kay." he started, "Bakemon's not the only one who's back. So far, we've spotted Veggiemon, Gazimon, and a Mekanorimon. We think that's it."
"Four digimon?" Sora asked, skeptical.
"So?" Tai asked. "There were four last time."
"Yeah." she agreed, "But they were four weaklings. Either the force sending them wasn't powerful enough to be picky, or thought they'd be enough. Since they weren't, one of two things should've happened: they'd send more guys, or they'd make a last ditch attempt. To try the same thing over seems pointless."
"Unless," Joe observed, "Those four were all they needed."
Everyone silenced. The words sunk in, dramatically, as all tried to interpret the implications of Joe's statement.
"Uh-oh." Tai said, after a few moments.
"What?" everyone asked, in unison.
"What did the Viruses--"
"Virii." Izzy absently and automatically corrected.
"Virii," Tai amended, "try to do last time?"
"Use your digivice to digivolve one of them." Kari replied.
"What would they need to make one of them digivolve?"
"A Digivice, and a Digidestined." T.K. said. "And the Digidestined would needta be in trouble, or something!"
"What does it take to make a Digidestined?"
"Is there a point to all this?" Mimi asked, irritated.
"Bear with me." Tai apologised. "Well?"
"The encounter at Heighton View Terrace, about six years ago." Izzy replied.
"So, they'd need a kid who was at Heighton View Terrace during the incident, and a digivice." Tai summed up, with grim realization. "Yami and Hiro were staying with us the night that it happened."
All were silent. They'd wondered if there could be more kids like them. Now, it appeared that there could.
"So, they've got Yami." Yamato shrugged, "Don't get me wrong; it's not a _good_ thing. But they don't have a Digivice for her."
"I'd love to agree with you." Taichi said, "But Uncle Hiro worked at the hotel you guys found the first batch at. If he found Gazimon's stuff and gave it back to them--"
"--then they've got a working schematic of your Digivice. From when Gazimon had it." Izzy finished.
"And Veggiemon was stealing parts from a Radio Shack." Yamato added.
"So, they bad guys _could_ have a digivice for Yami?" Joe asked.
"Yes." Tai replied. "And if they do, we're all in big trouble."
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Yami sat, huddled in a corner, out of the way. Gazimon argued, yelling at Bakemon, yelling at Veggiemon, and just yelling in general. Yami even heard some words she'd never heard of before, but they didn't sound too friendly.
Oh, well. Life as usual, she supposed. Granted, this was a little more adventurous, but the added tension did nothing to remove her of her ability to fade into the background. She was good at that. Staying hidden, waiting for her moment to shine.
And if Gazimon held up his promise, that day wouldn't be too far off.
She listened in on their rantings, for lack of anything better to do. Tried to, anyways. Apparently, they'd stopped. The result, "Ba-ka-mon" flew off, probably scouting again. "Veg-gee-mon" sifted through electronics, scrounging up repair parts. And "Gah-zee-mon"...
Gazimon was headed right for her.
"I bet you're a little scared now, aren't ya, Yami?"
"No." she lied.
"Don't be." he ignored, seeing through the ruse. "Everything's gonna turn out alright."
"Then will people start listening to me?"
"Try and stop them." Gazimon replied. "You'll have them playing to your whims."
"How?"
"Well, you gotta hold up to a few promises _I_ made, first." he admitted. "You gotta help me destroy the digidestined."
"Di-gee-des-tin'd?" she asked, trying the word on for size.
"Yeah. Digidestined." Gazimon confirmed. "Kids who can control their own digimon. Like your cousins, Tai and Kari. And their friends."
"Like me?" she asked. "Will I get a digimon of my own?"
"We're still workin' on that." Gazimon admitted. "We're not sure _which_ one of us you'll get. Probably me; Veggiemon doesn't change too much, just into Red Veggiemon. Mekanorimon _can't_ digivolve. And do you really want to see what the Baka turns into?"
She giggled.
"So, if I destroy Tai and his friends, you'll give me this power?"
"That's how it works."
"I've never really had a best friend." she admitted. "Can we be best friends, forever?"
"Together." Gazimon agreed. "I'd love to see them try and stop us."
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"Monkey wrench." Izzy requested.
"Monkey wrench." Joe affirmed, handing Izzy the tool.
"Don't wanna be your monkey wrench..." Matt sang, softly.
"Hammer."
"Hammer."
"If I had a hammer..." Matt sang.
Izzy grinned. "Left-handed fireshifter."
"Huh?" Joe and Matt asked, in unison.
"It doesn't exist." Izzy explained. "I just wanted to see Matt come up with a song for it."
"And while _you're_ drilling each other on Music Trivia," Tai fumed, "Gazimon's converting Yami to do god-only-knows-what!"
"Sorry." They all apologised, solemnly. Matt twiddled his thumbs while the other two returned to work.
"Screwdriver."
"Screwdriver."
Izzy looked at the tool in his hand, then back to Joe. "No, a _flat-head_ screwdriver."
"Oh." Joe replied. "Sorry."
Tai tapped his foot, impatiently. "Are you guys done _yet_?"
"Tai!" Sora scolded. "I'm sure they're working as fast as they can, and you're not helping."
"But Sora--"
"No buts, Tai." Sora interrupted, "You're just going to have to let them finish this out."
"Actually," Izzy said, "We _are_ finished."
"Oh." Sora shrugged. "I guess it's okay then. This time."
"So?" Kari asked, looking at the bizarre jumble of parts, "What is it?"
"This," Izzy explained, "Is how we find Yami."
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Bakemon floated over the twilit city. It was cold, humid, cloudy, and he _hated_ it.
Recon duty. Again.
He blinked. A bright light hit him in the face. He fell, dazed, onto a rooftop, below. Rubbing his head, he rose.
A spotlight. With a giant bat shape in the middle of it.
Batman?
No, Batman didn't exist. But vampires did.
Ironic, but true.
And there was only one type of vampire Bakemon knew of. Myotismon.
To hell with Gazimon. He was gonna join up where the _real_ winners were.
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Bakemon touched down on a rooftop. The bat-shaped spotlight lay, propped on an angle. He looked around, searching for it's creator.
"Myotismon?"
"Sorry." a voice apologised. "He's not coming."
*CRASH* Suddenly, the starless sky didn't seem so starless anymore, Bakemon decided, dazed, right before he blacked out.
Izzy stepped out of the shadows, rubbing his hands together.
"It worked!" Joe exclaimed. "How'd you know?"
"They don't call them Baka-mon for nothing." Izzy chuckled.
The two of them stepped over to a stairwell, opening the door and inviting the others to join them. Withing moments, the team was assembled on the roof.
Tai glanced at the fallen Bakemon. Encased in the shattered lighting, the ghost made quite the sight. He wouldn't be waking up for a while--and who would, after having a huge spotlight smashed over their head? "Nice work." he whistled, appreciatively.
"Thanks."
"Okay," Sora asked, "Now What?"
"Phase 2." Izzy replied. "Matt, Mimi, warm up the car. Everyone else, with me."
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"Huh?" Bakemon wondered, clearing his head.
Those damned Digidestined! Clobberin' him over the head like that! They'd pay for this embarassment.
They'd pay.
Pay. Money. Veggiemon. The team. Interesting train of thought, but one nonetheless. What time was it? He was supposed to report back in.
The sun. It was starting to rise. It was getting light, which meant he had to be getting gone.
He flew over the rooftops, oblivious to the people tailing him below...
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"Gazimon!" Bakemon explained, apologetically. He burst into the empty warehouse they'd adopted for their new base. Bad guys _always_ had to use an abandoned warehoure--it was in the rules. "Sorry I'm late; the Digidestined--"
"Silence!" Gazimon ordered. "Can't you see I'm working with out guest?"
"It's okay." Yami excused, yawning. "I should be getting to school, anyways."
"Why?" Gazimon asked, "What has school done for you, anyways?"
"I need school if I'm going to be successful in life." Yami explained, "Then people will respect me."
"True," Gazimon agreed. "But we can help you to gain respect _much_ sooner. Through fear."
Yami's ears perked up. "Tell me everything."
"Don't listen to him!" Tai exclaimed, bursting into the room. "He's trying to trick you!"
"You! You lead the Digidestiend here!" Gazimon screamed at Bakemon. He composed himself. "They're obviously jealous of this opportunity we've opened up to Yami. Dispose of them, please."
Bakemon chuckled, taking his place at Mekanorimon's controls, "Gladly."
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In every hero's life, events always break down into a moment of triumph. This was one such moment.
And Yamato Ishida was one such hero.
He watched, silently, as Bakemon approached his cluister of friends. Slowly, the Mecha-encased ghost approached the group, and slowly, they backed away. Away from the Mecha, but into his sights.
Now, dead ahead, was the mecha. Matt turned the key, fired up the engine, and rocketed forwards. He grinned insanely at Mimi, next to him, hoping to reassure her.
He failed.
"Now, Yamato!" she screamed, "We gotta bail!"
"Wait for it..."
"Are you crazy?"
"Wait for it..."
"Uh-uh. I want out, now!"
"Wait for it...NOW!"
Two doors burst open, and two digidestined flew out.
Armored car. Armored mecha.
Armored shrapnel.
"No!" Gazimon exclaimed, as Mechanorimon exploded. Bakemon was violently flung from the wreckage. He crashed into a metal beam, and both digimon vanished into digidust. "They're ruining everything!"
"You're finished, Gazimon!" Tai exclaimed, triumphantly.
"I think not! Veggiemon, get them!"
The Digimon timidly approached, trying his best to look fierce. And failing. He jabbed left, right, left, using his roots as fists. But in the end, he was Veggie, all too Veggie.
Tai's roundhouse kick caught him under the chin, sending him skidding accross the floor. Into a life wire.
Fried Vegetables, anyone?
"Yami." Tai pleaded. "Come with us. You don't need this, and you don't need Gazimon. Please, for your own good."
"Since when have _you_ cared about my own good?" she asked. "When Parrotmon came to Earth, you saved Kari, but didn't care about me! I was there too! Nobody's ever cared about me, and now, it's time for some payback."
The home-made digivice in her arms was abnormally large, but not unmanagably so. "Gazimon," she ordered. "Digivolve."
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*Apologies to the Foo Fighters for use of their song, "Monkey Wrench." If the guy who wrote "If I Had a Hammer" is still alive, then my apologies to him too.
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